The Weeping One (MXW)

Watching

Daruius Knight-

I stood in the shadows, a watcher. I had no option other than to witness the scene unfold. Another day, another trial, and yet another guilty man set free. I was sickened. My stomach revolted against the evidence laid before me.

Some how, another wretched human being was given opportunity to continue their conquests. Well, here we go again. I wasn't especially worried about the outcome of the human trial. I was quite bored actually. Centuries of seeing the humans get it wrong, it turns you cold.

No matter how much the victim cried, enough money, the guilty would be vindicated. Money talks and bullshit walks. It was endlessly tiring.

I would wait, mostly patient, for the scum to settle back into their ways. Then I pounced. I had no tolerance for this. I didn't listen, I didn't hesitate. Once my judgement was laid down, I followed thru. The sentence, always the same, death.

There is no rest for the wicked. They humbly fell before my feet, after I took their life, that is. I was the punisher, however many had no knowledge of my title. They saw the wake of my authority, but they never sought the reasons. Instead, choosing to form their own opinions, weaving their own twisted perceptions.

I was feared. I was painted in a dark canvas of brutality. I was never spared a second glance once they knew my wrath. I wasn't particularly fond of my title or my job. But, we don't choose who we are destined to be.

I have come in many forms over the centuries. I have slaughtered. But, do not sit by and listen to idle gossip. There is no innocent blood on my hands. However, one's heart can not withstand the consequences of enforcing death.

Therefore, mine has long since been cleansed of the need of human emotions.

I am the King of Werewolves. My job is protecting the supernatural realm of shapeshifters. I took pride in my kingdom. I took pride in my legacy and I took pride in my pack. Dual lives, equally important.

Being King has its perks. I won't lie. But, sacrifices were made for my immortality. In exchange for my power, I willingly gave up the chance for a mate.

Mates! The blessing of the Moon Goddess. Your biggest weakness and your biggest strength. One soul, perfectly shaped, to compliment you. Oh how I dreamed of my mate. I envisioned the gift of forever with my perfect other half. I daydreamed lazily, day upon day, of my mate and pups, my future.

One human choice ripped my world to shreds. Gone were the days I wasted away dreaming of my perfect future. My fantasies pried from my deadly hands. I eagerly traded my human form for the shifting form I came accustomed to.

***flashback (Darius 18th birthday)***

I woke up in the most pleasant mood. School was coming to an end. My graduation only weeks away, I would be heading to college soon after. All I ever wanted was to provide for my mom. She was a single mother, my dad humped and dumped, leaving her with the evidence of her lost innocence.

She had fallen under his Casanova charms. He lured her, like a the piece of shit he was, into his bed. He took her virtue, and ran. She was graced with an extra mouth to feed, nine months later, me.

Ariana Knight, my mother, was 16 when she birthed me. Kicked from her family home, left to fend for herself in this cruel dark world. It didn't stop her. She took the hand that was dealt with grace. She spent countless years working her fingers to the bones. Providing us with a comforting place we could call home.

I worshipped the ground my mother walked on. She was an angel who floated on Earth. She was the kindest woman, her heart of gold was often taken advantage of. Many mistake kindness for vulnerability. In a way, they aren't exactly wrong.