Prologue: Not another isakai

Prologue Long before kings wore crowns and mortals ruled by law, the world belonged to monsters.
From the ash of the Old War rose the first true sovereigns of the demonic bloodlines House Draven. A family not born, but forged. Cursed by the gods, blessed by the void, they were said to be created from the seven sins themselves, shaped into perfect rulers through fire, betrayal, and blood.
Vaeroth Draven, the current king, is the thirteenth heir to the throne. Each generation before him carved their rule into history through conquest, deception, and magic forbidden even in hell. It is said that Draven blood does not boil it burns, twisted with infernal will. Their lineage is filled with killers, warlocks, tyrants, and queens who devour armies with a glance.
What makes them truly feared is not just their power, but their clarity.
The Dravens do not pretend to be righteous.
They do not justify their cruelty with peace.
They are the villains of every empire’s bedtime story. And they have never lost.
Some say they were meant to be wiped out centuries ago. That a hero rose and nearly ended their reign. But the Dravens swallowed that hero whole and crowned themselves with his bones.
Their crest bears no sigil of hope or unity. Only a bleeding crown, wrapped in chains.
It is not honor they pass to their children.It is dominance.
And now… a new child has been born.