Twisted Fate

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The Beginning of Chaos

Many years earlier

The mortal ground shook with a violent thunder before the flashing light struck near the lonely cabin.

With an apprehensive frown, the she-wolf peeked through the blinds to see a thick cloud of red smoke just outside her bedroom window. Though Loretta didn’t need sight to confirm his presence. She felt it deep in her bones when he was near.

Loretta’s silver eyes widened as she spotted the tall figure heading towards the front door. His glowing red eyes had the power to penetrate through her skin, pouring every ounce of hate he saved for her. Even though she screamed and cried when she pushed out his child three days ago, he still thought of her equivalent to the dirt beneath his shoe.

After all, he wasn’t a human, or a werewolf like her. He had no capability of showing another creature love or compassion. He was created of all evil things in the world, and he only knew one way- destruction.

He was no other than the demon prince of the ninth kingdom- Azazel.

With inhumane speed, Loretta ran towards her pup’s nursery. But it was too late. The demon prince had already entered the house and come for his most favored creation and the next heir.

“It’s time for your ceremony little one.” Azazel leaned down and flashed his crooked smile at his son. The demon was already planning his future in the ninth kingdom of hell. He wouldn’t be like other ordinary wolves. This pup was special. Powerful.

“Please, don’t take my son there,” Loretta sobbed. She knew his intentions were pure evil and she would fight canines and claws just to keep her son safe. But before she could come up with an attack, she saw black dots in her vision and grunted from the sharp pain in her back. Azazel had used his power to push her through the wall, and then disappeared.

“Your mother will try to hold you back with her false ways of life,” Azazel said to his son as he landed on the royal grounds of Zaltamia. It was the realm in which the sun never shined, and souls were greeted by a fiery embrace.

“She will die just like the rest of them,” Azazel continued to speak softly to his son, walking up the palace steps.

The pups small silver eyes peered up at his demon father as he stirred awake, kicking up his tiny feet up. Normally when he awoke from a nap he was greeted with smiles and kisses, and blonde hair brushing his cheeks. Today a stony face looked down at him and there were no signs of love. Azazel felt nothing.

It wasn’t Azazel’s first time impregnating an innocent woman for his personal gain. Seven other women fell victim to his crimes.

At the sight of their dark prince, the guards bowed their heads before opening the large black doors. Many devils and demons had gathered for this special day. It was the first time in history a werewolf be presented at the royal courts.

“All rise!” The guards announced.

All curious eyes were on Azazel and his son as they walked down the long aisle. Some devils and demons stood on the tips of their toes, trying to get a peek at the next heir. They were excited to meet the newest edition to the royal family.

Asmodeus and Lilith were seated at their thrones, patiently waiting for the arrival of their grandson. But Azazel could feel their excitement to meet him. Lilith was the first to stand to her feet as Azazel brought his son up to the throne. She immediately took the pup into her arms and cradled him close.

“Beautiful,” Lilith cooed at the pup as she gently ran her fingers through his black hair. She was happy about her grandson but for reasons unknown by Azazel. The ninth king stood on his hoofed feet next to his wife.

Azazel took the moment to peer over his shoulder at his brothers and sisters sitting at the front rows. He gave them all a smug smile as each one glared at him with jealousy gleaming in their red eyes. They knew Azazel was their fathers’ favorite. Even more now with the newborn pup.

I Asmodeus, King of Zaltamia, give you your future prince of the ninth!” Asmodeus roared in Latin with his deep demonic voice.

The cheers of the guests erupted throughout the courtroom and Azazel couldn’t have been happier. His son was already making him look good. If he kept that up, then he wouldn’t have to destroy him.

“He will do great things in the future,” Azazel said to his creators, who were admiring the pup. Lilith looked over her shoulder and gave the prince a sly smile.

“Oh, you have no idea,” she said with amusement.

Azazel looked down at the mother of all demons who continued to have a suspicious grin from ear to ear. He was aware that his mother knew the beginning and end of his son’s life, which worried him a bit. What would become of this pup? Would she tell him if he strayed from the path of hell?

The demon prince thought better of his doubts and smiled at Lilith, utterly unaware of his sons’ fate given to him at birth by the creator of all wolves and the fate goddess. None of which had to do with being the prince of the ninth kingdom in hell. He was meant for much greater things in the mortal realm.

While the cheering continued, the courtroom doors creaked opened, and the bitter demoness exited the palace. This demoness was a part of the royal family, though she was least pleased about the arrival of the next heir.

The emerald-eyed demoness walked down the palace steps with a sinister smile on her lips. She was the same woman who was already plotting against Azazel’s newborn son and all the plans the goddesses made for him.

She was headed to the mortal realm to create chaos that the hybrid wolf would have to face later in his future.

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