To Rise From the Ashes (A Lost Prophecy)

His last words & my trial for escape (ii)

Muerte's room^^^ Please comment, it was good enough to scare me and give me nightmares.

 
{Muerte's POV (Uncle Moretti's POV)} (unedited)

I heard her, the girl, Felicia, most probably, enter through the front door. Ugh, why does this happen to me?

I had placed a spell on the dude's wife, Celine, so she should be welcoming her, and not spilling any secret, that my cult had been keeping so far.

I had killed Moretti the previous year, which gave me enough time, to collect information about their pack, and the guy I had killed.

Yesterday was the most hectic day, I had ever had, other than killing people who stepped into the woods at midnight.

These packs have a weird greeting style, which they call, hugs and kisses, ew. Our cult never even touched their most trusted men in case they had been affected by a spell that could manipulate the host as well as other people around them. Aren't these people worried about their survival?

But then again, I guess this is what they call, Family. Family is a non-existent word in my dictionary. So many things I had reviewed about the pack, and it came off as, MOST FEARED PACK, STRONGEST PACK IN THE AREA, blah, blah, blah.

But the moment I entered here, these people were all over me, showering me with presents, hugs, and forced me to talk.

The Alpha and the Bet were casually talking to me about their memories with the old man I possessed, and I was just silently agreeing to them. I luckily got out of there, saying that I was quite tired after my trip. Were they that dumb, that a person needs to rest after traveling nearly over half the country?

My job is just to track, the phoenix, get over with the legend, and continue with my deathliest style of life. I immediately requested the Phoenix, to come to my house right after the party, of whatever it was called.

Now I am seriously starting to regret, ever killing Moretti. I could have just placed a spell on the guy, and commanded him to my wishes.

But he was more powerful than normal wolves, which sometimes could cause problems for us.

He might find loopholes, or get out of the spell, and cast it back on us. Which will cause our downfall.

His wife was so damn stubborn, adamant, and never did as I asked her to, which eventually made me cast a manipulation spell on her.

The day I had killed her husband, I knew I had to start acting like the old guy to get some answers, and maybe those answers would lead me to find my actual destiny.

All the time that had been given to us, while he was locked up, was mainly focused on getting answers from him, and finding some on our own. After all, he was the brother of the Beta of one of the strongest packs, leading in the world. Some answers might finally get us to the most important legacy, The legend of the Phoneix.

This legend kept my cult alive, so I respected it for that.

The actual problem was, we don't have any leads for the legacy. No words, no nothing, unlike how it was in those of Percy Jackson's books that I read, for inspiration to kill.

It is a Legacy meant to believe, but most people turned their backs on it cause, they didn't see it coming any time soon.

So much for patience.

I went to the old man's house, what was his name again? Ahh, Moretti. Sounds like a Gang leader's slave. Kidding, Gang leader's son not slave. He was a werewolf, so he had to have a mate if he was so old.