All hail prince Kim Hyo Jong

Age: 26  Status: Forever alone  Orientation: Demiual Family: (Lil sister)

Owned by: Prince Hendery Occupation: The Foxhole

 

My name is Kim Hyojong, though most know me by the name my sister Rijoon once gave me: Dawn. I was born into the Kirinan Thunder Kitsune tribe, raised in the sacred town of Kovolt, and destined to carry on my family’s legacy. At least, that was the plan—before everything crumbled, before the betrayal, and before I was stripped of everything that defined me.

My father, Rayken, and my mother, Marna, were revered leaders of the tribe. They ruled with wisdom, strength, and the kind of grace only a Kitsune of our bloodline could possess. I was their firstborn son, the new dawn they believed would guide our family toward a brighter future. My older sister Rijoon had always teased me about the name, but there was love in her words, even when they were sharp. My younger sister, was my shadow, following me everywhere, her laughter a constant in a world I thought was unshakable.

But no kingdom stands forever, and neither did ours. The cracks began with my uncle, a shrine priest of Kovolt—a man consumed by jealousy. He envied my father’s power, his influence, and the love our people had for him. I didn’t see it then, but his smiles were venomous, his words carefully chosen to disguise his growing hatred. He allied himself with a nameless Ghoul, a man as ruthless as he was ambitious. Together, they orchestrated the destruction of my family.

It began during the Festival of Ancestral Thunder, a night meant to honor our forebears. Instead, it became a night of blood and betrayal. My parents were accused of sacrilege—a lie spun from my uncle’s envy and the Ghoul’s manipulations. When they resisted, the Ghoul unleashed his magic, blue flames that consumed everything they touched. I remember my father’s roar of defiance, my mother’s desperate attempts to shield us, and my own scream as I summoned a bolt of lightning that I couldn’t control. It struck the shrine, setting it ablaze. That was the moment our people us, convinced of our guilt.

Rijoon—brave, stubborn Rijoon—died saving my baby sister from the fire. Her last words to me, spoken in anger and despair, still haunt me: “You’re nothing without me. If you died, nobody would even miss you tomorrow.” I know she didn’t mean them, not truly, but they burrowed into my soul, festering alongside my guilt. My parents were executed as traitors, their deaths a grim spectacle to solidify my uncle’s rise to power. My little sister and I were sold into slavery, our heritage reduced to ash.

They sent me to lavish estate of Legadric Manor and her to Morningstar estate, to the Demon King Namvo, a place that reeked of despair. It was ruled by Prince Hendery of the Vampire House of Lioncourt de Sovereign, a man who saw me not as a person but as property a pet even. My days were spent in invisible chains, my nights as an in the Blacklight District. I taught at Deus Draco Academy, a cruel irony given the freedom of thought I tried to instill in my students while being denied my own. I traded exotic animals on the black market, learning the art of survival in a world designed to crush me.

The scars on my body tell the story of those years. A nine-inch mark across my chest—a reminder of my failures. The vampire burn on my wrist—a brand that declares me as less than human. My diminished powers—four tails instead of nine, a flicker of lightning where there should be a storm—mock me with every attempt to reclaim what I’ve lost.

My little sister was my one solace, but even that was taken from me. Three years ago, she disappeared. The silence she left behind is deafening, a wound that refuses to heal. I’ve searched for her endlessly, each lead a thread that unravels before I can grasp it. She’s out there somewhere. I have to believe that. If I don’t, I’ll break.

The only person I’ve let close since then is Emily Mei, a fire Kitsune hybrid who barrels through life with reckless abandon. She’s infuriating, impulsive, and somehow the only friend I have. I’ve made a vow—silent but unyielding—to protect her from the world and, if necessary, from herself.

My abilities, once a source of pride, are now a reminder of my limitations. I can channel lightning into my daggers, move faster than most, and hear danger long before it arrives. But it’s never enough. My powers are fractured, incomplete, just like me. Healing is slow, both for my body and my spirit. The weight of my past drags me down, but it also drives me forward.

I’ve lived in shadows, bound by chains both visible and invisible. But I’ve also learned to adapt, to fight, to survive. My goals are simple, even if the path to them is anything but. I will find her. I will avenge my family. I will reclaim what was stolen from me—my honor, my freedom, my name. And maybe, just maybe, I’ll find a way to forgive myself.

This is my story. It’s not a tale of heroism or glory. It’s a story of survival, of loss, of a fallen prince trying to find his way back to the light. I am Kim Hyojong. I am Dawn. And my journey is far from over.

 

 

Ivory in the Mist 1st place Brawler Blood Trial Champion

Call me Dawn.