Alpha King and I

Chapter 24: The Story of Kyns

Dr.Chibin holds the old children's book in his hand. Containing the origin story of Devaleon werewolves. Technically all werewolves, depending on how you see it. A book normally harmless, but he'd been strictly told that Selese was not to read any of its pages.

The Story of Kyns.

Somehow the book had managed to get back into the library. Remembering what the King had told him, a low sigh escapes him. Frustration and pity itch away at the edges of his fingertips. Finally, he flips open to the starting page of the tale. Ready to read the sugar-coated story once more. Still unsure of where truth and fable lie.

It read like any other myth.

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Once upon a time, a new species was born upon the Devaleon realm. Born when the realm was still of brutal violence and death, but not to those who lived there. The original people. Immune to its harshness. These people were like gods. Nothing could scathe them and nothing could quell their constant desires nor their bloated egos. They were far too tough, far too beautiful, and far too stubborn.

Living off the land in excess and stealing from others to compensate. Entering other realms and attacking them just for kicks. Conquering worlds and leaving them to rot like ghost towns. No lines were made, no rules passed, it was all to live for themselves. They were destroying the balance. Something needed to stop them. This species would be it.

The species of werewolves. Two werewolves to be exact. Caine and Kyns. Caine was bold and kind, with violet eyes to match the sky and hair the color of silver. He was only slightly less strong than his beloved mate Kyns, but more than made up for it with his more leading nature and gentle patience. Kyns, was quieter, yet more blunt. With hair as dark as the night and irises that sparkled beautiful colors like a diamond reflecting the sun. Kyns was not nearly as authoritative as Caine, but was surely agile and vicious enough to take down anyone who dare challenge her.

They propelled out from the deepest part of the ocean. Strong and nimble creatures. Made just to rule upon this world. Bring the original people true happiness, balance, and form. To be powerful still, but not egregiously so. To make sure the original people were never to undeservedly destroy another realm again. Make them not desensitized to the harshness, but embracing it instead, for the greater good. A world to aim toward, a world that made sense with the rest of the universe. Yet upon their presence becoming known. The King and Queen first being seen, the original people looked on in dismay.

Caine and Kyns were seen as ugly creatures compared to those that lived here first. Their skin rough like gravel, teeth curved out like a deformed rakter. With the ability to shift into huge fur covered terrifying creatures, unlike anything Devaleon had seen before. Unlike those who first lived here, who were immune to the dangers of this realm, the werewolves Caine and Kyns, simply healed instead after each affliction. So fast it wouldn't be seen by most eyes, but the original people here, could see better faster. Horrified as they watched each cut open and heal with each step they made toward the mainland. Each step past the ocean breeze and against the wind battering at their flesh just as violently as the original people felt about these new creatures.

Their new rulers.

No the original people could not accept them. Neither Caine nor Kyns. At first they just ignored Caine and Kyns. Making excuses of any sort to avoid them. Unbeknownst to the people though, their emotions were splattered like a bloody backdrop to their frames. The red and black auras with hints of yellow throughout glowed like a fire blazing the night. So Kyns called the people out on their actions. The people, even more unused to be under another's scrutiny, especially by such creatures they abhorred, became belligerent. No longer ignoring Caine and Kyns, instead throwing things and attacking them whenever they could. Attempting, but failing, to kill the two werewolves and rid them from the realm.

Caine took this in stride, wanting to earn the peoples trust and win them over with his heart. Kyns on the other hand, did not. With each stone they threw at her, each ambush, she grew angrier and angrier. Yet she focused that anger on protecting Caine, keeping him and his soft heart shielded from the peoples' actions. While Caine continued to try and reason with the people.

Until one day Kyns wasn't fast enough to protect Caine. It was a small action, a simple action. Just a rock bashed against Caine's head. Yet it was enough, enough for Kyns to loose it. To attack the people she was in charge of instead of just defense. No, she attacked everything. Kill them and anyone in her way. She turned into her wolf form and lashed out, ripping out throats, slicing chests open to bleed out, throwing bodies like rag dolls. Filled with so much hurt and pain, uncontrolled magic released from her body as she raged on. Her mind filling with rushing thoughts wondering why she was born to realm that hated her, a realm that had people that could dare to hurt Caine.

She hated these original people, these non-werewolves. Hated them all.

Caine tried to calm her down. To stop her. But Kyns ignored him. Finally, when she went after some children Caine had to step in. He tried to protect the children, knowing he couldn't bring her down, but she just killed him too without even realizing it.

It wasn't until every last person was decimated. Did she stop and see what she had truly done. Bodies everywhere, Caine amongst them, lying there just a few feet from her. She almost vomited at the sight of some of the dead children, but her body would not let her. When she turned and saw Caine's lifeless body on the grass near by, all she could do was scream.

The world was hers now and hers alone, but at what cost? A cost too great. She needed Caine. She never meant to hurt children. Kill off an entire species!

She loved Caine, but he was dead. She didn't hate these people as she had felt in that rash moment, but now they were dead too. There was no way she could save him or the people. Well there was one, but it would only work on a few, and like with all werewolf magic, it would have a cost.

Give all her power and force it out on those she wished to bring back, all the strength she'd gained from killing the people. Killing everything.

Allow Caine to take over, and she and her line to disappear like a shadow. Rarely to be seen, only to be known, to him. He would live then and so would she, but he would be far more powerful than before while she would be practically nothing. Some people would be brought back too, but not the same as they were. Werewolf magic doesn't always work on other creatures in the same way it does to werewolves. Especially near impossible to succeed resurrection magic. This magic was the only choice she had though.

So that is what she did. Cutting her arms to the bone, making vine designs all the way to her shoulder and across her neck, while speaking in an ancient tongue. Her blood glowed as she made it rain out and onto Caine and any of the others she could reach, including most of the children. It worked. Bringing him and them back, but taking away the very things that made her a powerful werewolf to begin with. Powerful enough to rule, powerful enough to kill, but no longer. The original people were far weaker now and would later be discovered to be impotent.

Caine would never forget this day, her sacrifice, nor her mistakes. They were together again, but they would rule only a very few for a very very long time, and then none for an even longer time. Eventually but slowly building back what they had lost. Accidently, making the Devaleon realm truly theirs. Ruled by the line of Caine forevermore. The line of Kyns almost never to be seen again.

Werewolves lived ever after.

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"Almost huh?" There was a hint of dryness in his tone.

They sure like to make a splash when they do come. Or at least, their mates do. How weak must a Kyns be to have a mate so strong? It's like a god damned rock falling through water.

Dr. Chibin thought of this, chuckling loudly. He places the book down on the floor of his room, hiding it near the bed. His eye focusing on the blood. Yang's blood.

"The fool." He whispers to himself. While taking a large swig of alcohol. Bitter, but pleased, as the book is finally out of reach. His room, or cage, as some see it, was impenetrable to Werewolves.

No one will get it now.