Prologue
Known as son of Loki, The Destroyer of Gods.
Fenrir was His name, one who possesses the body of a beast with legs that devours life and whose black fur are stronger than the natural forces of the universe and any power known to man and God.
He was Invincible
He was a God
He was The weapon to Kill the Gods
But Loki his father also feared him and warn the Gods of his tremendous power
He was then captured and left to rot as a mortal in Earth.
But he was able to divide his power to two great wolves
One wolf with silver fur that guards and chases the moon: Sköll- The Lycan of The Moon and Night
And another wolf with fur as red as fire who guards and chases the sun: Haãta - The Lycan of the Sun and day
Together they guard the body of their master in Earth until they are able to find him and induce the time for Ragnarok.
Chapter 1
"And men said that the blood of the stars flowed in her veins"
- S. Lewis
Blood greets me whenever I go, everywhere I go and anywhere I go the blood flows endlessly and relentlessly none stopping like an infinite river with an infinite dam.
Gushing slowly
Endlessly
Passionately
The sound of a whip in my own skin echoes through the room repeatedly like a drum with sickening beats which haults me in my trance and as it continues, accompaniment of various laughter and giggles along with a few claps and some clanging sounds from colliding wine glasses gets louder and louder filling the dark massive room from which I am centered in. I gritted my teeth and endured the pain.
Like an uncoordinated orchestra each instrument doing what they want,they sway back and forth, creating noise of psychotic origin only because they have the power to do so without anyone blocking there way.
A Feast of the Powerful indeed.
Singing, playing and repeating just for me as they gaze through their glittering mask and long lashes drinking the state I am in. Curious of what's next to come, waiting like a true predator they are.
I gasp as another whip hits my cheek leaving a dark red stain in my porcelain skin and right on cue it ignites another cackle of laughter from the expecting audience in front of me.
"Hear me! Oh royal Alpha and Luna's",the man holding the whip said as his feathered mask shuffles when he step forward half naked and only wearing a black leather pants, along with a few chains that drapes his arms and torso.
"This girl right here", he pointed at me with the silver made whip oozing with my blood from the numerous part of my body he slap it from.
"Is the most rare and the most delectable Evirsca, you will ever taste", he slowly smirks showing a perfect array of teeths with prolonged gold canines, smiling greedily at me.
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