It was cold here. The wind was icy and the sky above was beginning to grow dark with clouds that threatened rain at any moment. I detested rain, I always had. It was so….wet. It also tended to result in my fur looking far fluffier then it should. Maybe my mind should hardly have been focused upon my hair right now and yet I would hardly be me if I didn’t given some consideration to how I looked now would I? Maybe I was old, but my fur, at least, had never failed to lose its utter perfection and of that I was rather proud. I suppose however I should pay attention to something other than the faint touches of rain that had begun to fall. Had Solaris really been this intelligent? Had he known it was going to rain and wash away all scents of the ever impending crime I was rather assured was about to be committed? I think it was sheer dumb luck. As for my apparent ability to predict the future, well, that was hardly hard. I had never liked Solaris, never been content in his company. His views, his beliefs, had always been different and for a while I had been willing enough to write it off- yet as my grandson had grown he had only become further withdrawn and lost within his own thoughts. That is when he had first become a threat- one I should have eliminated when I still had the youth to do such a thing and he himself was hardly the fully grown behemoth he is now. I always told Devil his size would bleed into the bloodline and destroy my perfectly formed and toned figure by adding to much weight. I suppose, like Achilles though, they had still maintained a surprising speed if only at the price of a little agility.

Why hadn’t I killed him when I had the chance? I should have. I should have ended this nonsense before it begun, before he had the chance to damn well poison Eden at the same time and yet….perhaps this time I will finally be made to pay for ever having allowed myself to have an emotion. I…couldn’t harm my daughter’s child, the babe she clung too in the wake of the fall of sky, whose birth was so celebrated along with Achilles before him and Sage with him. It was not for Solaris I had stayed my fangs- but for Isola, whom I had been at the mercy off since the day of her birth upon the sands of Trenus near fifteen years ago. It was almost funny, really, I had spent so many years refusing family, rejecting attachment, distancing myself from anyone or anything that could be perceived as weakness- preaching my beliefs in that in an effort to stop others making the same damn mistake I did. I let myself feel. All those years ago I finally admitted to an emotion, the very emotions I had warned others against, the same emotions that had seen me allow Solaris life if only so he could attempt to take my own. In all the times I pictured my own demise I never pictured this, well- Eden was a surprise lets put it that way. His words finally seemed to make an imprint in my mind as the rain begun to fall heavier, thick and slathering in its wetness much like the one and only night I had ever spent away from my Zeivah. I had been furious with her, angrier than I ever remember feeling at any enemy for the deal she had made with Lucian- a deal made without my consent, promising our daughter, my Reyja- to his son. I never did like ZeeZee, that familiar moniker bringing a momentary simper to my lips before the violet of my gaze focused on Solaris at last, ears inclined forward to hear his words, a growl rising readily within my chest- even now possessing enough force to drown his words, even if briefly.

“I have never lied about those I have killed, Solaris. I never pretend I was anything other then assassin as you have pretend to bring peace.”

It wasn’t a lie now was it? I only saw one traitor here and it certainly was not myself. I was the Assassin King, a title I held with as much pride as I ever have- hardly inconspicuous now was it.

“I started no war, the wolves of Iromar did because they were led by a vapid little excuse for a Queen and they were too blind, foolish and stupid to decide whether or not the cause for her war was just. That was not a war about Angels or Demons- the wolves of Iromar are no more Demons then Isola or Calliel are. They took that word and with it declared war on a pack their ridiculous Alpha felt they could destroy. Had Isola died you foolish child she would have died in defence of her pack- not her heritage.”

As I have said. I am surrounded by imbeciles- to create an empire had not been all that difficult. It had simply taken well spoken words, intelligence and the skill to battle. I always was quite the orator and that alone was the reason behind my success. Being an Angel had helped, I will hardly lie and yet my culture had brought with it something others craved, my words held power not because of blood because of who I damn well was, because I backed every word with action- because I practised what I preached and proved it to those foolish enough to demand it off me. Moladion was mine because I alone dared to have the damn spine to take it, to inspire others to do the same.

“I apologise for nothing you petulant little child. Perhaps I was not always honest, perhaps some died in my quest for leadership and my undefeated reign but I did what I needed. I took a land that was dead and gave it life. At one time I united every pack in this forsaken land beneath my own banner and brought a peace you will never be capable off, I defend those who needed it, I built the greatest empire and bloodline Moladion has or ever will know and maybe I had to make them feel a little special to do it, is that so wrong? I gave every wolf beneath me a purpose, an existence, I made sure the world knew those whom were born from my blood were superiority because it is the truth- Solaris. If it was a lie my bloodline would be dead and gone- yet it thrives. Angels are brighter and you cannot change that.”


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The King