The Three Phases of Lukas Fernandes
(or: The Chocolatinho of Sorriso, if you prefer)
They call him many things.
Blood Demon.
Chocolatinho.
Skinny.
Failure.
Tenth.
Hero of the South.
And now… Legendary Failure.
Lukas Fernandes never cared much about titles.
Maybe because, in every phase of his life, he was called by a different name — and none of them truly explained who he was.
It was only when he was determined to kill Anatoly in Sorriso, to prevent the massacre he had witnessed in his past life, that something changed.
He didn’t just protect the South.
He created a strategy on a continental level.
He protected the entire Empire.
There, he accepted something important:
He would never be like his brothers.
Because he wasn’t just a failure.
He was the Legendary Failure.
The general who thought like an entire empire.
— César: “With my help, young author, don’t forget me. So far only that witch got a special.”
(After a million complaints…)
Yes. With the help of César, the divine general.
— “I liked the title… but I should explain how I got mine—”
CéSAR CENSOR SEAL — BATCH FOR SEASON TWO.
— “Season Two hasn’t even started and I’m already being censored?!”
— Morgana: “Shut up, shield boy.”
— César: “Profane witch!”
— Morgana: “Come make me.”
…Argument blocked by the author.
As I was saying.
This is the story of Lukas’s three phases.
Not as a hero.
But as a person.
At the beginning, Lukas just wanted to get closer.
Closer to his brothers.
Closer to expectations.
Closer to the Fernandes name.
He didn’t want to be special.
He wanted not to be disposable.
Too skinny.
Too weak.
Too quiet.
While others trained together, he trained alone.
While others were seen, he was ignored.
In this phase, Lukas lived through comparison.
Every step was measured by how far behind he still was.
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There was no hatred.
No grand ambition.
Only that silent feeling of someone who grows up hearing he must “try harder” just to deserve to exist.
This Lukas still smiled sometimes.
But he was already learning something dangerous:
The world does not wait.
You adapt, or you fall behind.
Effort without talent is not enough.
Talent without effort is not enough.
Talent and effort without power are still not enough.
Adapting stopped being a choice.
It became survival.
When Sorriso fell, something died before Lukas’s body did.
His father.
His city.
His idea of a future.
From that moment on, Lukas did not live.
He functioned.
Objective.
Calculation.
Blood.
No pleasure.
No love.
No rest.
Only advance.
Only killing.
Only never failing again.
His gaze became empty.
His body, always wounded.
His soul… too heavy for someone so young.
It was in this phase that the name the world would remember was born:
Blood Demon.
Not because he loved violence.
But because it was the only language left.
Lukas died there, on the hundredth floor of the Tower.
At eighteen, turning nineteen.
Not as a hero.
But as someone who never had the time to truly live.
And the feeling that remained was simple:
Failure.
If I had been stronger…
If I had mana…
Maybe it would have been different.
He died before fulfilling the promise he made at his father’s monument.
Ten Disasters still remained.
He couldn’t even finish his revenge.
Failure.
That’s what he believed.
When Lukas woke up in the past, he did not return innocent.
He returned with memories.
With trauma.
Knowing exactly where each path would lead.
But fate is not always predictable.
Someone shuffled the cards.
Changed the board.
The game is different now.
— César: “I repeat: temporal instability.”
Temporarily blocked by the author.
— Morgana: “I knew he was one of my dark little admirers—”
Temporarily blocked by the author.
As I was saying.
The changes in the timeline made all the difference.
This Lukas is still dangerous.
Still carries shadows.
Still knows how to kill.
But now… he chooses.
He buys a useless keychain.
Smiles at small things.
Listens to teasing and answers calmly.
César complains.
Morgana mocks.
And Lukas laughs.
Not because he forgot hell.
But because he has already been there.
The smile that once terrified enemies
now reassures allies.
The same smile that makes Sarya’s heart race
is now warm, human.
If before it was the smile of a demon…
now it is the smile of someone who returned from the abyss
and chose to live as a person.
He did not lose the darkness.
He learned to keep it contained.
In every phase, Lukas had something in common:
He never wanted to rule the world.
Never wanted to be worshiped.
Never wanted to be perfect.
He just didn’t want to lose everything again.
If today they call him the Hero of the South, that says more about the world than about him.
Deep down, Lukas Fernandes is still that boy from Sorriso
who dreams of becoming a legend that will never be erased.
Only now…
he smiles.
And for someone who has already died inside once,
that is the greatest victory possible.
Defeating an enemy is easy.
Defeating yourself —
not letting rage and resentment turn you into a monster —
that is the true challenge.
César once asked:
“Are you going to let the anger from your past life control this one too?”
The answer… you already know.
Thank you, Legionaries.
Thank you for reading every chapter.
See you in Season Two.
