Belle’s family growing afraid of him as time goes on post-war.
He just... returns with a 180° turn on personality, is very hostile, and he looks pretty much like what they’d imagine is a person possesed by a demon, but nope, there is no demon. They don’t get that solace. Just as they don’t get the solace to hear the former king’d death was accidental...
And he just keeps getting worse over time, to the point he snaps at everyone and not even they are saved the treatment. First begin the passive aggresive comments, then hostile ones, followed by threats and his magic barely being kept from harming them. Until he begins to actually harm them, eventually leading to him snapping so bad he kills his mother and seriously harms his younger brother. Giving both a wakeup call, Belle needing to leave before it happens again and he’s unable to stop, and his brother that that war was, in fact, a horrible mistake... and that he needed to do something about Belle, along the other mages, since they were becoming a legit mayor threat to their kingdom...
Before his brother can do anything tho, the moment he is crowned, Bellegur vanishes and all he has to know he is arround, are the occasional letters given to him with what lessons Belle couldn’t teach him, a few details on who to look for to finish his formation as king, and the usual reminder to never look for him.
Until one day, when he expects one last letter to be delivered by one of the six mages animal companions... nobody comes. And the only remaining member of the royal family lives in fear until decades later, when he comes very close upon their graves, and finds the remains of a well sized ornate tent...
And in it, a small chest, holding the last letters that were never finished, addressed those close and loved ones, with little solace on them, as they are written by minds hardly held together anymore.
People who hardly know what is right or wrong, but still speak as if they knew it once, and write down their hollow apologises, while also writting just how terrified they are of what they had become, and how desperate they were for someone to help them... to get them out of a nightmare of their own making... only for the words to slowly descent unto hatred filled words, cursing everything until things get blurred by what seems like ink, but smells like burnt blood.
What words are left within the tainted parts is illegible, but one can tell what came was probably the fearfull aftermatch of recovering from one final snap... There is no goodbye, they didn’t have even the chance to say that. When they wrote their last letters it was already too late. The man was denied a last moment of humanity... just as his brother was denied release for all griefs he delivered upon them
And so Bellegur’s brother crumbles the letter, cursing at the sky with tears in his eyes as he sets the remains aflame, cursing him, cursing monsterkind, cursing magic, along the mages as grief overtakes him for the first time in years. Mourning what could never be and never was.
The black king of ashen throne was dead, long live the king.
