Apollyon

01 - in which he meets his match

We are all searching for someone who's
demons play well with ours

a p o l l y o n

I have and always will despise the Sanctuary of Flowers like it is second nature to me.

It coerces people to be captivated by it with a nightmarish array of colours that suppress the true controlling nature that the elders try to shield from the world. They think themselves to be Gods and yet the only God in this world is death and I live by Xan ses kult, valsa ses qoll.

God is false, death is true.

Regretfully, I walk through the open doors of the Sanctuary with my imposing frame and I am immediately assaulted by the horrendous scent that is flowers. I scrunch up my nose in disgust as I parade through the halls with Gamma Jensen and six warriors behind me. Members of the Sanctuary rush past me on their duties but not before bowing and presenting a respectful phrase.

"Dacci de, Viestra Apollyon." A man of an attenuated yet bronzed stature respectfully Saha to me, before bowing his head and hurrying away. Bless you, Alpha Apollyon.

As I walk down a set of white marble steps, a gaunt older woman and two younger wolves, both male, set out in front of me, bow and say the same thing that the spindly man said to me just now.

"Viestra Apollyon, I would like to welcome you to the Sanctuary of Flowers. My name is Reyna and this is Logan and Desmond. Although short notice, which I apologise sincerely for, the meeting today is with all of the Alphas and is of great value." Reyna explains gently although my expression stays stoic.

This is useless. Why could they have not simply mailed me this news that apparently was so important. I have a pack to run and I am sure that most Alphas in the dreaded done room would much rather be with their pack rather than in overdose of happiness central.

"Your bags have been taken up to your quarters where you will stay until you will leave and you are free to roam the Sanctuary as long as you do not interfere with members." Reyna days brightly as I nod at her and although a displeased frown appears onto her face, it is quickly washed away by a terrifying bright smile. "Logan, please escort Viestra Apollyon and Gamma Jensen into the Dome. Desmond, escort his guests to the bluebell grounds and await Nathan's instructions." Reyna orders in a loving tone and I involuntary roll my eyes. If you want something done with respect, no slack and certainly the best service they can give, be harsh.

Reyna then bows and bids us farewell before a meek, slender blonde named Logan guides Gamma Jensen and I to the meeting hall. Prominent echoes of laughter race through the Sanctuary as some careless girls no doubt laugh at ludicrous topics.

After walking through a series of multicoloured hallways that are all plastered in flowers, we finally reach the double doors that are wooden and carved with intricate patterns of floral designs. Logan gently knocks on the door three times, around a second apart and the doors swing open to a loud, boisterous room filled with testosterone, power and bitterness.

It's no secret that a lot of the Alphas, if not all here today, have feuds with other packs or are on the brink of a war. So, it's not necessarily a great idea to lock them all in a room together and force them to stay. Suddenly, the room goes silent. I walk into the dome room and marvel at the immediate respect and fear that oozes off the Alphas in this room. They act as if their mouths have been sewn together and Logan leads Gamma Jensen and I to the main seats around the magnanimous circular table.