THE PROPHECY
The world was destroyed and in its place chaos and within chaos a new life was born
Destruction
The world was destroyed before them, and their lives took a huge turn.
They a one beast bigger than any average Lycan, claws and fangs, they were the alpha king.
He watched
they all watched, they all awed, they all shivered at the silver and gold, the colostral of their powers.
They tremble at the white blast that came from their next roar. Their roar of light.
A scream, a life taken from the hands of a blood. The body disintegrate before the dagger, the dagger coated with blood and flower, the body dissolve into ashes gone from the world.
Erasmus smiled, he gave out a cruel laugh while staring at the ashes that rose and came to him.
He chanted words of the underworld, words that made the souls tremble.
He used the death of Alovia to transform himself to a version bigger than himself, his tail grew spikes grew on various part of his body, a weapon appeared on his hand, long and slender with a curved blade at the top an rye catching Scythes that was consumed in black smoke. He swung the blade meeting claws.
Now they were a ray of light, a shower of power in their humongous form, forms last seen during the previous war between gods and immortals. Forms that shook the very existence and cracked the balance.
Clash
Roar
Rip
Claws
The earth shook with tremendous force as both monsters fought while below the ground the war still continued demons still swarm in but each alliance each fought back as hard.
Igaro had killed Saraphina, the fight was beautiful but being a warrior he did it anyway, he did it for revenge mostly, he remembered a night when the dead demon came to the castle in search of Devaro, he remembered how curious both he and Deva was about their meeting.
He would never forget how a slightly happy 13 years old boy went into a room just to come out a premature man, he had a distance look in his eyes and his skin was boldly pink and was in pain, Igaro woild never forget his haunting gaze, how he ignored him for day while crying each night, Igaro remembered his pain, his pain caused by the Incabus demon and he vowed to one day extract his revenge on het and now that she laid a lifeless form without a heart on the bloodied ground he was content.
He rose and lead Molly and Emily to a safe place where he guarded them and watch the battle with them, his heart beat in anticipation for his mate seeing her transformation left him in awe he watched with his Lycan eyes wanting so badly to join.
Molly's breath was heavy, her hazel eyes widen her mind realign, she had managed to patch up most of Emily's wounds, the woman laid unconscious in their watch.
The loss of a loved one is one of the most tragic and devastating things a person could endure.
They say loosing a loved one was never easy but to Devaro he found relieve in it. Davis found his broken heart back at the sight of his unconscious love still breathing and pumping love to his heart.
War
War
War
It always starts with war
When two opposite can never cooperate
It leads to war
Where two opposite seeks to dominant
War becomes their reason
Where they lust for power beyond them
War fills their blood
The creation of dark source then the clash between light and darkness
War
Where Death stung the air
And the balance disrupted
Each party do whatever it take to win using forbidden powers
Curses laid
War
Imbalance
Tired of its pain, they plead
When they knew how wrong they were
They pleaded
To their higher forces for help
They shed tears
They experience pain
Heartaches, sufferings, rejections
They strive to the love they never found
They seek for a treaty
They seek for a truce
They seek completion
They seek and seek
Now it ends in blood
A blood oat
A blood sacrifice
A blood drained
A blood lost
A blood where there is life within
A blood with ancient powers
A blood shed to end it all
It doesn't matter where the blood came from as long as it end it all.
It seals the cracks
It soaks the imbalance
It dried the battle ground
It cleans
It heals
It pays
Blood is the price, blood is the sacrifice paid.
Hope bring back balance and peace
Fate bring back destiny and new life.
Life and death are balanced on the edge of a razor.
The earth trembles, it more than shooked it created its own earthquake. The war continues. Light shone against darkness, darkness show against light.
While they transformed the war still went on, more demons rained down the islands the bloody grounds And on the battle ground were frightful swords and magic that were made in a great cavern and alliance with the order of the new council by swinging demons towards white flames that they fix in the horns of cries and united nation that were bound marvellously.
Erasmus huge form, red skin that pulsed with the veins the color of blood, long pointing horns that grew from his head, his white hair flowing down his naked chest, his hands sharp with claws also were his toes and some part of his body filled with spikes, a tail like an hammer of sharp knives swipes from behind him, his true demon form, his pitch black eyes like hallow souls and fangs glittering in saliva, the weapon swinging in his hand.
Chaos creates life. Order creates habit
Hopes are nerves of life. Tension makes us suffer.
If you want to understand the big picture, fear becoming obsessed with one small section of truth.
They won
They clawed his heart out
They were battered and weak.
The weapon buried into their chest while they held his darken heart, watched the blood gush out of his chest, watch in sway backwards in disbelief.
He fell and soon they did too, the red was cleansed, a new moon born from chaos, a balance.
They gurgled, they skink till they became smaller but still a beast.
The battle seized to a stop.
Three figure ran, they panicked in dismay as they watch their body crystalize before filling with blood.
The figures fell to their kneels unsure of what was happening nor what to do.
"What? What-at's happening?"
She crawled forward shaking like a leaf as she tried to touch the shell only to drop her hand and gaps out in pain and confusion.
"A price needs to be made, a life alone needs to stay"
They watched the new moon shine its pale blue light on the bloody shell.
"Mate!!" Igaro howled in pain
"Micage!!" Molly clenched her chest
Devaro was tormented, he couldn't choose couldn't decide, he knew he couldn't loose them when he just got back his life.
He stared at the moon and howled, he cried his heart out to the moon he never believed, he cried to it to save them both.
They all cried, they all howled their pain and were answered.
Still dressed in a white flowing gown she stood over them felt their pain and also cried.
"Mother please save my children take my life in place of theirs they are too young and have a lot of fulfilments to do for you and I, mother"
The shell cracked, pausing their howls and pitching their breaths, they finally saw the fair maiden with long golden blonde hair and amber colored eyes that glowed.
They gasp watching another being stand beside her still dressed in his fighting gears, his skin healthy, his dark hair flowing, his pale blue eyes filled with happiness with a smile on his face.
They paled while he just smiled.
"Kick a lot of asses little sister and make me damn proud"
He touched the shell and disappeared.
The cracks grew some more.
They stared back at the maiden who continued to smile down at them.
"Am proud of you all"
The new addition to her family one she was willing to leave behind as long as they stayed that way.
She moved her gaze to the shell then to dark blue eyes.
"Am more than proud of you my son"
He cried the more for the mother he always loved yet never had.
"I love you all so very much"
She touched the shell and disappeared.
It cracked the more breaking into pieces that revealed two sleeping figures facing each other, looking fresh and healthy.
They howled out their joy promising each other there to always be there for one another, to be the same, be a family.
Life Isn't about what happens to you, it's about how you handle what happens.
Man can only maintain his balance, poise, and sense of security only as he is moving forward. Time doesn't really heal the heart. It just makes the heart forget all the pain and focus on the future.
First, think. Second, believe. Third, dream, and finally, dare.
The skin of a scar is stronger than the original, less aware of pain. The scars are the heartaches, the destruction left behind invisible to the eyes but felt by the true ones already used to the pain.
I must be careful not to get trapped in the past. That's why I tend to forget my songs, my songs of war, tears and blood, the past is now in the past sealed and forgotten with the blood shredded now we look forward to the future, the present where Reality has exiled me, I am no longer bound by it's laws and now make mine for fate has given me that right and hope has guided me through my peace.
Don't try to change people, just love them for what they are, Good times become good memories and bad times become good lessons.