First Wing
“Dancing flames, clashing swords, river of silver blood,
the moon shines on the garden of Eden.
Flapping wings, battle cry, burning ashes,
safe us dear La Luna.
Amber eyes, silver fur, bonds of the mate,
Golden eyes, shiny feathers, talon as the dagger of betrayal,
Hold our hearts dear La Luna.
Fallen and damn, eternity as chain,
Forever and always clouded by hatred,
Bind us all dear La Luna.”
The old tale of the legion of 99 Fallen. Cursed and damned to roam the mortal realm. The real tale of the event remained buried with the fallen as they are living among the mortals. Even though they were cast out, their power remained. Two main clan emerged from then as the night people. I know many would question why would the lots of them were punished when the wrong was only two. Well, let’s just say that the lord worked in a mysterious way.
Once we were angel and now we’ve sinned. On what some of you would ask again, well we broke one of the sacred rule of the heaven which was no blood shall be shed in the realm of peace and purity. That one sacred rule that we broke was to save the heaven but that doesn’t mean an excuse for us not to be punished. Since that day we were labeled by many names, the fallen ones, Nephilim, or in a more poetic way, one that reserved in everlasting chains under darkness unto the judgment of the great day. If I were to voice my mind, I don’t think we were to blame.
Sorry for staying into my emotional turmoil but yeah, you get the idea. Even though we were angel, to be more specific our father is one of the archangel, but the fact doesn’t stop me from hating the guts of the two most idiotic being that was the cause of this. Father once pointed out that my emotion would be the death of me. With all the temper and resent. He would have flicked me if he knew I still hate them. Oh sweet lord, sorry to stray again. Well let’s begin, as I mentioned before the fallen form two main clan. They called themselves the shifter.
One in their wolf form they went with their animal instinct, but they still connect to their so called ‘human’ part. As the wolf and the human reside in one vessel, they connect to each other. One dies the other suffers. The human die so does the wolf. In simpler term, human called us werewolf. As we were cast out, we were granted the human traits to help us blend in but with the power resided within us, make us the freak of nature. All in all, that traits hold us to our vessel, tied us to the ground. Kept us from turning into animals and go rouge. This was the reason we stayed in packs.
Even though more than thousand years had pass since we were cast out, the war still on going and left us the remaining two packs of the shifter out of nine originally as the other left scared and weak. Due to the never ending war we had to choose the sides as that was only choice that was left for the survivor. The two strongest packs were known as the follower of Lycaon and the Atos enthusiast. Since the dark ages, the Lycaon and the Atos separated by hatred and vengeance. Yes, you guessed it, the Lycaon and the Atos were the two angel sides that went on war in heaven. Atos was a good friend of my father. It was sad that he was clouded and blinded that easily by that worm.
Enough about him for now, the Lycaon ruled by the Wolfrik brothers, Arakiel the current alpha, which as you can see it’s me and Araxiel my loyal beta. By the way, we were twins and had been ruling the Ambersky pack (well sometimes out of habit we would call our pack or land as Lycaon as our father was the one who found it) since our father stepped down 500 years ago. Yes, that long ago. Other than that, we were cast out some millennium ago, so that made me really old. But the perks of being immortal we aged really slow, and I had to say we do look a hell lot younger than our age. If one would consider my age in human age system, I would be not older than 20 years old. Given that our banishment last till judgement day, I would say slow aging is essential to us.
As they say the longer you live the more you see. Which was true, but living that long doesn’t mean that one would learned from their mistake. In our case, let’s just say that killing is the only solution to everything wrong to this world even though it got us stripped off out holiness and gone in exile. That’s why some of us would have the blood lust and sometime even turn rogue. It’s saddening but what to do that was our choice. So our past was told to the younger generation. In hoping to teach them not make the same mistake as we once made. It’s seem hypocrite to some. But as they said old flame hard to die.
