Father of Despair [HIATUS]

Arc 1 Chapter 6 - "A race against time."

The air was sullied with cinders, ashes and soot. The opaque tainted mist encompassed the whole battlefield —or what remained of it. One could hardly see what was in front of him without squinting his eyes. It was uncomfortably hot and dry within, enough to make you long for the sweet release of hydration. The murky fog ominously covered the sky, creating an even dimmer night where only a few strings of moonlights could pierce through the veil of darkness. An acrid and bitter smell —born out of the remnants of sulfur mixed with smoke— assaulted the nostrils.

The devastated ruin of a once tall and proud mansion stood out like a sore thumb in the middle of the estate. With its structural integrity barely holding together, debris and rocks regularly came tumbling down as the weight they supported for decades could be tolerated no longer.

Only one soul remained within this hellish environment. A monster. The more educated individuals would recognize it as a werewolf, or at least something closely related to one. It laid there, inside the ruins and its falling wreckage, unmoving but still breathing, even in this foul environment that dirtied the lungs and made for a coughing fit. The wolven-monstrosity was horrifyingly huge, far more the its cursed lycanthrope brethren. It boasted a length of more than two meters and was wider than the most brawniest and mightiest human to ever be birthed. Its muscles bulging all over its imposing body, distinctly visible even hidden under its thick and sturdy reddish fur. Armed with dark, dangerously sharp and powerful claws, the length of which was akin to a human's hand, the beast could've cut an armored adult male in half with a single swipe.

Finally, after a time, the thing moved. Subtly at first, only a few groans while adjusting and shifting in its uncomfortable posture, partially buried by heavy debris. Then, its eyes opened slightly, revealing slit brown irises within a sea of reddish yellow —gone was the once blood-red maddened glare. Its mind was still fuzzy, but the uncomfortable pain it felt was enough to jolt it awake and sharpen its senses. Memories of what transpired earlier gradually resurging.

Lupusregina had awakened.

She quickly assessed herself and her surrounding, ever-so-slowly rising from the rock she'd assumed had been a comfortable bed.

"[Boosted Magic: Heal] [Regeneration]"

A green light washed over her, faintly enlightening the dark area. The pain that pulsated inside of her disappeared, but this sweet release didn't register within the maid's mind. The only thing at the forefront of her psyche was the two humans that she couldn't find anywhere. They had fled... no, she'd let them escape.

A cold fury grew as realization dawned on her.

Those motherfuckers got me...? Me? With such a simple and stupid... [Delay teleportation]? she assumed, internally.

Embarrassment, shame and humiliation came crashing down on her pride, pummeling it to the ground. She realized that, due to her childish amusement, those two inferior life forms had made her a fool. Played her like a fiddle... and even more so, in her unfathomable stupidity, she'd spit on her Lord's advice to always assume her enemies were stronger than her...

But worse of all, those... those scums, repulsive and vilest trash of them all... had openly insulted her Lord. In front of her, shamelessly and without care. And... she let them ran away with it? Such heresy going unpunished? On her watch?

That same cold anger surged, twisted her guts and exploded into a fiery rage. Lupusregina began to tremble, shaking uncontrollably as her body tensed, trying to contain that impossible disgust within. But she could hold it no longer. The maid of the last Supreme Being screamed, roared her rage to the high heaven, to however unfortunate enough to hear.

THAT MOTHERFUCKER BAITED ME! SPEAKING OF THE SUPREME BEING LIKE HE WAS SOME KIND OF...

No coherent speech left her animalistic mouth, but her intentions were laid bare to the entire world to witness as the pressure around her soared. Her roar shook the very air, creating gusts of wind within this mostly windless night. The mist cleared around her, pushed by the invisible force of her madness manifested into the corporal world. The same uncontrolled frenzy that muddled her mind slowly molding her surrounding.