They called him the King of War, the First Son, or, as people whispered, the Unknown Son.
Only the other kings and a handful of those closest to him truly knew the man behind the name. Legends said he was old, short, ugly, and mad, a man who had lost his mind entirely. They claimed that after the last war, he kept killing himself out of boredom, only to be brought back by the King of Death, out of some cruel pity.
Some said he had once been the greatest fighter the world had ever known, the smartest man alive, a man who loved freedom only for himself and no one else, endlessly thirsty for power. Stories told one version, whispers another, but none could capture the truth.
The truth was darker, stranger, and lonelier than anyone imagined. No one really knew what lay behind the myths, the name, the fear.
The King of War remained a shadow alive in the minds of all who dared speak it.
Book Two of The Wicked Series
After becoming truly omnipotent he lost what was supposed to be his everything. His chosen. His beloved. Call it what you will, he lost a part of his soul. The only person who would tame the cruel beast that he was.
Centuries have passed and the gods have shown him favour. He finds her. Or rather, she finds him but what will it take to keep her?
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It all changed when I met him.
But it hadn't really changed. The world was still the same : the same trees: the same people. But now I saw the wolves that hid behind the trees, waiting to attack and the fangs the people hid behind their smiles. I saw them all. The witches that enchanted you in the night. The vampires that sucked you dry. The wolves that cut and tore at those who wandered in the woods. All the merciless creatures. And he was one of the them.
He led them.
He led his world and I even though I did not know it yet, I would too.If I survived it.