My King

Chapter 24 - Battle of the monsters.

Chapter 24 - Battle of the monsters.

Marcys Savage

I only remember bits and pieces of my childhood, some of the events lost to my subconscious, keeping it contained inside a box in the farthest corner of my mind. My long adulthood is mostly blurred, thanks to the monster residing inside me, who usually forced control of my body and mind, to conquer his victims.

Most of my life is a haze so far out, it's almost impossible to bring back, conquering every memory I have within its confinement. I don't really care about my forgotten past, but I do wish, I remembered more of my father. I was so young, when he was taken from me forcefully, by my mate's father no less. He was the only one who granted me with some kind of happy memories, his love for me shined through in every memory. Sometimes I hate myself for that - For remembering my mother, but not my father.

I know deep down in the dark cave, that my father would be ashamed of the man I've become, and the things I've done. I tell myself I did what I had to, to survive, but the truth lies beneath the blatant lie. I wasn't surviving. I was slowly dying locked away inside myself, drowning in my own despair and lack of control. My monster was present, but I was nothing but a distant memory. I had absolutely no reason for taking all those innocent lives and making their death pointless whenever in my presence. I didn't have to leave crumbled body parts behind, wherever I went. I honestly have no idea why I did what I did.

Maybe to ensure I was remembered. My father was known throughout the lands, as the Great Shawn Savage, who helped those weaker than him, and gave them a home, a pack, a place to live, and I think in some way, I wanted that. I didn't want to leave the world a ghost. I wanted to be remembered for centuries, I wanted my name to go through history, and make it back as a legend.

I never accomplished that. I was remembered and known, but not as anything worth telling, and my name was forgotten in the gruesome stories of me. They know the Savage monster, not Marcys Savage. Unlike my father, my name brought fear into the hearts of those who uttered or heard my referred name. My actions are known as cruel, not great. I will never be a legend. I'll always be known as a nightmare come alive from the shadows of the depts of the woods.

Savage born' was always seen as monsters, because of our unique powers. Powers so great they scared most, but my father wanted and tried to change that. We were always hunted down and killed in cold blood, either because of our cruel ways, or because of our outstanding powers, that brought fear. The royals saw us as a threat to their reign. It didn't matter if we had any ill intensions, we were too big of a threat to them, to just let us live peacefully by ourselves. We were monsters - Plain and simple.

My father wanted a different reality for our bloodline. He wanted us to be able to live in peace, alongside other shifters. His deep hope for our combined future, became his death. His hope killed him. His trust in the unknown killed him. And his clouded judgement killed him. I swore, I would never make the same mistake as him.

Surviving in the wild was harsh and rough. Physically it was easy, but emotionally it was a struggle. My emotions were locked away and tempted by the monster inside myself. I survived by myself, but I can't deny the scars lingering beneath the surface of my skin, or the scars embedded in my soul. They will forever be present, but I will not allow them to define me. Not anymore.

When I discovered my mate, I was so certain he was going to be my death, but when I accepted him, I saw a future - The future my father saw. A future where we can co-exist with regular shifters, without being seen as monsters or a constant threat lurking in the darkness. And for the first time, I believed my father's dream and visions, could become reality, and I will fight for that till my dying breath.

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I strike again, before he can compose himself, my force striking and powerful. His throat is sliced wide open, revealing a large gap oozing blood rapidly, created by my razor-sharp claws. His head falls from his body loosely, almost in slow motion. Luka' words of stop still linger and echo in the bloody battlefield, and I know they should have done something to me. Awoken something deep within, and let me regain control, but all it did was leave me empty.

I feel completely empty.

My breath is coming out fast and ragged, I see it in the cold night sky as shadows and clouds of smoke, every time I exhale from my rumbling chest. My ears are ringing in a perfect pitch, and my forehead dripping with sweat from the fight that took place seconds ago. I pay none of it any mind. My body stiff and shaking to the beating of my heart, and the ringing of my ears. Creating a perfectly designed piece of music.

His disapproving stare burns me from the inside and out. I know I let him down. I know he's mad, maybe even disappointed by my actions, but I can't seem to regain any conscience and actually care about any of it right now. For the first time in centuries, I've been able to let my monster out of the restrains I've put upon it, and it feels fucking amazing. I don't want this feeling to ever go away.

Witnessing the real me, behind the mask, behind the confinement, can be hard, for someone who is supposed to love me unconditional, not despite of my flaws, but because of them, and I know my mate is struggling with exactly that right now, but his judgement of me is not a concern of mine at this fleeting moment.

All the rage and tension that had built up over the many years of imprisonment have been allowed free reins to unleash itself, and the feeling of regaining freedom wash over me. I don't wish to change myself or my ways, not even for my other half, and accepting that might be a hard truth to swallow for my mate. My nature is first and foremost to kill, and that will never change. It is imbedded so deep into my soul, it can't be changed.

My veins are ignited in flames, as I take in the familiar scent of the crispy late-night forest odor combined with the heavy lingering scent of metallic copper, the blood creates. I can taste the metallic on my tongue, and my monster flare in me, snarling in victory, calling to everyone upon my victim's death. I let my head fall backwards as I stare up at the dark sky. A smile graces my lips, a sick and twisted smile in place. I close my eyes shortly and inhale deeply through my nose. My eyes are still glowing dark blood red, when they snap open, just as my mouth fall agape, to let out a deafening howl, painting the battlefield.

Blood is gushing out of my deep wounds, but I relish in the agonizing pain, my opponent caused me. The injury it gifted me, a reminder of my glorifying victory. The slicing pain rips through my muscles, reminding me that I'm alive.

I'm alive again.

The outline of my abs on display, as my shirt was long ago ripped apart, and left somewhere on the battlefield. The blood shine in the moonlight, letting it known that the night has fallen upon the silent kingdom. I feel the others scared gazes on my back, as they stare upon the monster presenting itself to them.

You should be scared. My monster is on prowl in my mind, a snarl presented.

I need more. I need to feel the pain, see the terror and hear the screams. He wasn't nearly enough to satisfy my thirst. I've been starved for far too long. I've been drowning in a lie for far too long.

I want to feel alive again. 

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