Fangs And Claws

The False King

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"What news do you have?" the man clad in black cloak demanded at the other bowing down at him. His mere presence sent shivers up the spine of everyone who is near him and the mutter of his name strikes fear into the heart of many.

His servant before him swallowed a big lump in his throat as nervousness and fear slowly consume him. His sweat ooze out from the pore of his skin the more he stayed in front the person before him, the man who is currently sitting at the black iron throne. He must be careful what he tells the king of all werewolves or he will never see the light of day ever again.

"Y-your majesty," he started. "T-the men whom you s-sent to follow the intruder are... d-dead" he bowed his head even lower as if preparing for the worst to come.

The king looked unamused, frowning at the sight of the top of his servant's head.

"You dare try mock me," his malicious, British voice replied with much disdain. "You mean to tell me that ten of my finest warriors died because of one person?"

The servant looked at him abruptly but quickly bow down again out of the fear meeting the king's glowing amber eyes.

"Y-yes m-milord,"

The king's nostrils largen as rage welled-up his core. You can almost imagine steam coming out of his nose as the feeling of anger took over his system. He is pissed, or maybe even beyond it.

"How can that be!!!?" His voice boomed across the hall, spooking other minor servants on their chores. All the other servants are looking at the king but with just a quick stare they all returned to their jobs. You can even hear the sweeping on the floor.

"But it's true milord," the servant insisted.

"My wolves are better than any other!" He shouted. "Their strength rivals any other alphas, their speed are greater than vampires themselves, their healing factors are faster than any ordinary wolves and all of that are possible because they are under my rule. I personally trained all of my soldiers to make sure that they are stronger than anyone else. The only one who can kill them is me or anyone stronger than me. So tell me again, runt, how did my men died?" The king's eyes glowed and shifted  from a circular iris to slitted ones, the pressure around his body thickens as invisible force radiates around his body that commands respect and fear in the hearts of many. His wolf side is active and furious as this certain circumstance. He just hate the fact that some unknown person just got the advantage over his minions, and himself.

The servant's head dropped to the floor out of the force emanating from the king of all werewolves. The feeling for him is so painful that he almost passed out but he tried his best not to. He struggled to remain conscious, though it was hard he succeed. So much condense power reminiscent to earth's gravity multiplied by two pressed down on him that it made his head dropped to the floor.

With a raspy voice, he finally spoke. "W-we. . . found them f-frozen. . . to. . .  the. . . bone."
The king's lids rises abruptly, surprise at this current outcome. True that his soldiers are powerful, they are also reselient at best, they can heal fast which means physical attack won't be enough to kill them. He realized it now that, yes, magic can kill them. And a freezing magic just might succeed in killing them. Magic is one of the most effective way to kill his minions or any person in particular. Magic is what made his minions powerful and so magic may be the thing that can be their undoing. If the caster was strong enough to cast a powerful magic, then it is possible. The question is who?

"Who did this?" he growled.

"It was the Snow Queen, milord. The bodies are found near her coven's territory. We suspected she is helping the intruder, although we are not sure. There had no such rumor that a wolf and a vampire helping each other since you, milord."

The king caress his chin as if thinking on the current matter. And so a peculiar outcome has emerge. So weird this world is that it created an unholy joint of force between the two rivaling species. Such blasphemy on their kind to shake hands with a vampire for a purpose unknown to him. But, he is the first one to commit blasphemy on his species, for his reign is not possible without the help of an outside force. He laughed internally.

" Finally, someone who can bring out the fun" he whispered more to himself than anyone in particular

Without a warning, he rose up on his throne treading a path towards his servant, malicious intent imminent in his smile, a sinister smile similar demon. Upon reaching the servant, he holds him by the chin, lift up his head and meet his eyes.

"Is that all you have to say" the king said in a malicious whisper.

The servant did nothing but nod his head to affirm his statement.

"Good."

*crack*

The sound of a bone cracking echoed through the hall as the all the life in that servant's body leave. His body dropped to the floor with a low thud. The sight of him so horrific that it those who witnessed it flinched and cringed just looking at him. His parts were intact all but one-- his head which is unpositioned from what supposed to be from the front to now looking at the back.

"Guards!" He shouted

Not a moment later, soldier came marching. Donned in armor of black with a face of wolves as a breastplate and a head of a wolf also as a helmet. Their armor reflected a onyx light as light hit its surface. Only those who are deemed to be worthy are allowed to wear this armor. So rest assured that all who wears them are baddest of the bad.

"Remove this garbage," he commanded his guards.

The soldiers bowed their head before doing what they are ordered to. Approaching the dead corpse who is now lifeless, grabbing it by the leg, they drag the body out of the throne room, leaving a swooshing sound as the body slide on the floor.

After the guards had left, footsteps echoed through the hall. With its slow pace and a click of its heels hitting the floor it was clearly a feminine steps. A woman made her way to the king. Her curled raven hair bounces as she walks, wearing a red dress with a slit on the side showing an ample view of her smooth leg, completed with her black high-heeled shoes. Making her way behind the throne where the king sat, her arms snaked over at the king's shoulder, flirtatiously caressing the king's chest, drawing circles around his chest in a slow, seductive manner.

"Are you mad or something? You know you don't look good with that frown on," she said airily close to his ear seductively as she rest her chin on his shoulder.

"Don't start with me woman. It's still afternoon. You are not needed yet. Come to me in the evening. I don't require your service right now."

The king shove his way out of the treacherous woman's hold as he walk to the window and stared outside. The moon shone bright tonight in the middle of a cloudy night. Some say that it's bad omen to see the moon in the middle of a cloudy sky. It signifies not just bad luck but also death for certain people but to him is just another night of his reign and a sign of good omen. For it is like this night that he took the throne.

"But you need me for something, don't you?"

The king reverted his sight on the woman, looking at her face. She had a her left brow rosing up and her lips curved in a smug grin.

"What will it be?" She asked in a low tone.

The king looked at her again then back to the window.

"Set me a meeting with Frodo. Tell him we need to discuss involving a little. . . snow problem."

"As you wish, king Pitch Black." Gothel, the witch bowed down before disappearing in the shadows.

It is taboo for a wolf to obtain magic but if it is the only way to have power then so be it. For all he care, he can sell his soul to the devil if it meant having to rule over the people that made a joke out of him. He had already taken his resolve and already executed his revenge to those who caused him great pain and torture. He had already fallen deep into deprivation. Now, he just had to make sure that those who oppose him fall into the same state as he did.

"Let the fun begin"