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From_the_5th_Wall t1_iz4emab wrote

John was a a gifted child. At a mere 7 years old he was able to compose mathematical proofs that aided the first settlement on Mars. He had accumulated his own fortune reading the stock market. He was a genius.

And yet John was a cursed child.

He spent a great deal of time in the family library going over different records of family trees. Sipping his hot choco as he went over the names of all his siblings that came before. He paid particular attention to eldest child of each family tree.

Robert Adams - made extensive advancements in virology treatments - died on his 13th birthday.

Jessica Florence - is accredited as the main contributor in making Artificial Intelligence that rivals human conscience. - died age 13th, birthday.

Deryl Vkadnir ... died 13th birthday..

On and on the list went.

John had already figured out that he was destined to die on his 13th birthday. Every first born of every family tree, a genius as much as he was, dead at the age thirteen.

He tried to warm the cold knot forming in his stomach with a warm gulp of coco. He closed the thick binder and tried to sink himself more into his warm velvet chair.

"The Bastard, he sure is a heartless prick" John said as he sighed.

The Mycelious family blood line was famous for being the most influential family on Earth and most of the outer colonies. It is famed for producing geniuses that have advance mankind well beyond the stars and through science. Its secret was the genetic samples of the head of family, people call this man "Mankinds Herald", his children call him what he really is.

Johns eyes drifted downwards. He had a picture of her on his lap to remind him as to why he even bothered to look for an answer to this curse.

Mary Mycelious-Vadderung - age 7. Four minutes younger then himself. Johns twin sister.

Historically the gift only bestowed itself on the eldest. In the case of twins, the younger one was not spared by the curse.

"Id sell my soul, to spare you, my beloved sister"


Meanwhile in Hell

A frustrated Devil knocks the stacks of profiles of the Mycelious family from his desk in frustration. Files fly across his infernal office.

The file of one John Mycelious-Vadderung lands on centre of the Devils desk.

It letters burn of brimstone.

For longer then anyone can remember. A light was given to the Lightbringer.

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