"I know that look in your eyes all too well." She says, placing her hand on his shoulder. "You're up to no good."
"Celene." He smiles, his eyes still trained on the familiar figure in the mortal world. "You always think that I am."
"Because, you usually always are." Selene eyes narrowed at his nonchalant obscurity. "What is it this time, Dolos?"
Dolos continued to watch him, smiling as he helped his masters, giving full submission to them totally.
Cellene too began to watch in confusion as her eyes widened with realization. He then reached for her hand that was on his shoulder.
"No." Celene says immediately, pushing his hand away.
"Please, Celene. Please help me." It was for the first ever time in a millennium that he had ever sounded so sincere, so determined. Her eyes searched the depth of his soul, just to search if he had any intentions that would put his fathers to shame.
"How will he benefit my creation and world he's destined to be in?" Celene asked skeptically. Her eyes went back to him, the one who would change her creation's life for the worst. "Will he go against my better judgment?"
"He will rise among everything that has made him have a dreadful life. His life should not bring dread, but a blessing to those who will follow and worship him. His powers, empowers. His light will shine among those who live in the dark. May the gods and goddesses have mercy upon anyone who tries to disrupt this peacemaker." Dolos held both of the goddesses hands, hope and joy deep within his soul. "Selene; goddess of the moon, stars and wolves. Your name will be heard from generation to generation. You will be pronounced great as your subjects bow before you. You will be the strongest of them all."
Celene was quiet. Quiet and respectful as she took in everything he said. Despite being as strong headed, independent and authoritative as she was, she did have to ask permission from all immortal beings first. It was what all the gods and goddesses had to do. The decision determined whether the creation would be a blessing.
Or damn both immortal and mortals' existences.
"So, my queen...what will it be?" Dolos asked, tilting his head in question.
"By my blessing," she says, eyes still trained on the mortal.
"It is my pleasure, to associate such privilege."
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"My queen...this is.......incredible." A mother werewolf says, eyes tearing up. "T-thank you so much."
"It's my most greatest pleasure." Genesis smiled, hugging her happily.
Genesis watched as the mother hugged her husband, observing their new little hut. It wasn't much, but they had been living on the streets.
She had been doing this for quite a while now, doing whatever she could to make sure that her subjects were as comfortable as they could be.
Sure, Genesis couldn't assist every single one of them, but she was trying her best. Providing food to the poor, clothing the naked, and assisting the sick. She had been using her healing powers to heal severe injuries.
"How can we ever repay you my queen?" The husband asks, eyes filled with gratitude and hope.
Genesis only smiled.
"No need." She replied.
"Attention everyone." Genesis announced, immediately getting everyone's attention in the village. "I am so glad to have helped everyone in the best way I can. I will forever try to provide what's best for my people. No matter what."
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The King's Mate | Starkys Series #1
Werewolf"Don't you see?" she asked him, looking at him with tears in her eyes. The look made his heart hurt. He hated seeing her sad. "I do not." He says calmly, trying to understand her. "They're looking for me. They want to kill me." she looked at him in...
