𝙴𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚜𝚎𝚍

𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚞𝚎

"What have you done?!" The God boomed as he angrily paced back and forth, white eyes glowing with rage.

The white-clad Goddess had just entered the marbled space, siIver hair shining like moonlight, her bare feet not even making a sound as she padded towards him. "I see you are angry Lugh, but what does that have to do with me?"

His golden curls bounced as he summoned his spear from thin air and raised it to her jaw, "Do not mock me Devana, I know what you have done."

She wistfully pushed aside his weapon, "I have not done anything wrong."

"You perverted my creations!" He howled, "Turned them into monstrous things that morph into beasts, and yet you think you have done no wrong?"

"You, all mighty Sun God, already did that. Where you cursed those who had opposed you, I blessed those who's cries for help you let fall on deaf ears." Her white eyes gleamed, dress billowing around her.

"You forget yourself Moon Goddess." He hissed, pointing the tip of his spear back at her, "I allowed you to live after the great war, and this is how you repay me? Stealing things that do not belong to you?"

"My wolves belong to no one." She summoned two blades hilted in opal, "Not even to me. I saved those who you discarded, abandoned, so do not lecture me on thieving, when I have done no such thing."

The two Gods were the last of their kind, Lugh having killed the rest of them in the great war, sparing only the Moon Goddess. But he did not do it out of kindness, or love. He did it because he knew he could not exist without her, for the day could not last forever, no matter how badly he wished it.

So, after the war, he made his humans. Helped craft their cities and kingdoms, implanting the plans into the minds of his most devout. And he watched, for an age, as they flourished.

Until some no longer believed in him.

Those humans he cursed, as a warning to the rest, making it as so they might never walk again in his light or else, they'd burn. Lengthening their lives so they could spend eternity repenting, despite knowing he would never forgive them. Once children of the day, now creatures of the night, he called them Vampires. And after they crawled into the darkness, never to show their faces to the sun again, he all but forgot they even existed.

But they never stopped hating him.

Knowing the humans were his beloved creations, the Vampires would hunt them once the sun set each day and drain the very life out of every single one they caught. Consuming their life blood as humans would wine, only to further the disrespect in hopes of garnering the Sun God's attention. But he never cared, so they drank and drank until blood was the only thing they could ingest.

"You dare raise your blades to me? Over some silly beasts?" He scoffed, body now glowing with golden light. "I am your God."

"You are my captor. My master. But you are not my God." She spat, now radiating with the white light of the moon, "I am."

The two Gods clashed, metal clanking against metal, golden droplets of blood gilding the pristine marble. The battle lasted for seven days and seven nights until the moon eclipsed the sun, snuffing out its oppressive light. Though her light, too, was weaning.

Out of fear of dying and leaving her children to fend against the creations of the sun alone, she used what strength she had left to craft one last thing.

A pair of wolves, one pure white with eyes pale as the moon and one black as the night sky with eyes the color of blood. A mother, to watch over her children in case she could no longer do so herself, and a father to protect them both. She kissed each of them, before letting them go, and drifted off into the darkness, unsure if she would ever wake again.