When Dominic Blackthorne was born, he had shaken the three realms. Heaven, Hell and Earth.
He was born so powerful that the sky had roared, lighting had flashed and it rained and thundered for seven days straight on Earth; it flooded thousands of places. Volcanoes erupted. Oceans soared high and swept away places with its waves. The mountains of Heaven impacted by avalanche. The heavenly deities had prayed for everyone's lives and mourned for the future for what was about to come.
Dominic Blackthorne was born so powerful that he had the power equivalent to hundreds and thousands of gods and demons in palms of his small hands.
His birth itself was so ominous and forceful that it filled dread and fear not only in Gods who ruled in heaven but also the demons of hell.
A new ruler had arisen. He had the power to control all the dead souls, who would bring destruction and death wherever he wanted.
Dominic wasn't born by giving birth. He was rather born by splitting the earth and the sky. The little baby was found in the eastern mountains of realms of hell. The eastern mountain had erupted because of a sudden volcano and had swept away all the nearby settlements of the demons with hot lava. When King of Hell went to inspect the area, he had found the situation devastating. The temperature was so hot as if the hell itself would burn to ashes.
But what rendered the previous ruler speechless was the fact that a large black rose had sprouted in land out of nowhere, in middle of the rose, a small baby, sleeping peacefully, despite the scrotching heat of the waves of magma all around him.
Dominic had just turned 10 days when he was crowned as The Crown Prince of The Hell.
The demons rejoiced and celebrated while the world mourned because Dominic Blackthorne was nothing but a clear symbol of darkness and death.