Lycan

It was on the seventeenth of january,right when a young boy turned seventeen summers old.
They said he did something evil.
Something so wrong,the goddesses from above wept and it rained for three months straight.
Something that angered even the most sinister of demons,every living creature on this planet loathed and cursed him till the end of days.

They said he felt no remorse,even when his Adelphi Psychi was killed in front of him.
They say that his sin was the most evil that was ever done.
That he hid his sin in a secret island under the sea,so no one could ever find out what it was.

The first Demanti.

One who plagued us till our deaths,and maybe even beyond.
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Thirty summers earlier:

The night was cold,and the warm hearth of the fireplace suddenly decided to deprive it's viewers of it's comfort.

The flame went off,all the light and hospitality of the stone room leaving.
Dark,cold and desolate,it's aura changing in a flash.

It was the night of June,but the cold in the kingdom of Arya was unforgiving.

A loud crash resonated in the corners of the east wing,where the servants of the Castle awoke.

Arya was a kingdom of peace,of joy.

And that was the night,it all changed.
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