The Nhius Family: The Basileus Family

The Basileus family. One of the most powerful families in Nhius, they hold dominion over populous cities and amazing lands. They, themselves have ties with the royal family and manage the economy of the entire nation. Despite their tremendous power, there are rumors that are floating around. Rumors that speak of an imprecation in their perfect family. Rumors of the second son. Rumors that he was born a desolate.

Aenios Aetius Basileus. The second son of the Basileus family. An abnormally mature child who grew up in a pampered household. That was until they learned he could not cast magic.

In Nhius, magic was everything. Nhius prided themselves as the only country that was able to produce magicians, almost every citizen had magic of some sort.
If people knew about their desolate, their family could lose face but killing him would cause even more buzz. The world will always find out about a dead body. So instead, the Lord and lady bore another son, one with phenomenal magical powers.

Luckily for them, they had not spread much news of their second son, making it much easier to replace Aeonios with his younger brother Pathos. In a matter of a few months, the second son was known as Pathos, no one ever heard of another and those who did stopped talking all together.

It was a happy end for the Basileus family. They saved face, bore another child to inherit their fortune and another heir to continue their legacy. It was perfect.

Except for the leftover. Aenios was still alive. In the mansion he was abused, ignored, ridiculed. He was used to provide support for his other brothers, who teased him constantly.

But of course, we couldn’t let a Basileus walk around without protection! So, the Lord picked two random guards who were originally destined to guard his younger brother and made them guard him instead. Anyone could tell they weren’t quite happy about
The humiliation and pain he felt gradually seemed to disappear as the days went by. He stopped crying at seven. He stopped feeling at nine, eventually, he stopped caring at eleven.

He rapidly became more intelligent, more wise. He noticed things about other people. He noticed their characteristics and traits after watching them for about a day. He could tell when someone was lying, when they were saying the truth or saying neither. He could comprehend and apply theories and formulas far more complex than what his brother was studying.

But he still couldn’t do magic. Every night, right after he finished reading, he would try and draw upon the energy in the world, praying to god to help him.

And every time he would fail, cursing the elementals for deserting him.

Now, eight years after they found he was a desolate, something else appeared inside him. Unbeknownst to anyone, a black mark was placed upon his soul, the cultivation of his being, which slowly grew with each passing day. A mark of pure evil.

Aenios started to act strange. He would watch dead bodies and laugh when stomping on ants. He would pull nasty pranks on others that lived in the mansion, and smiled when someone else got in