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𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐈𝐒 what he craves. What he lives for.

Nobody understands the thrilling rush of adrenaline that courses through his veins as the feeling of the sword sweeping into his skin greets him. They say he wasn't like this before, but little does he remember his past. For all he knows, he fights for the she-wolf who broke his heart and left him alone on the terrain for heaven. All he remembers is her brown eyes and a soft smile.

But with time, the face he craved for changed. It was perhaps, because, someone else replaced his nightmares. Someone he once feared, but now serves.

They call him Damon, the killer hybrid.

But he calls him his King. His master. And till his dying breath, he shall serve him.

His master has shown him life beyond mortality, the life his mate lives. He had promised him that life - reuniting him with his mate for one condition. The condition that he must surrender his soul to his master. And he did. Without any hesitation. He had nothing to lose, after all.

When he finally woke up again, he was not himself.

He was Killian, the rogue King.

With eyes as dark as the soul of the Devil, with canines so sharp that a little touch can rip a skin, a wolf so majestic that even the Alphas might cower in defeat - and a heart so cruel that even the Devil might be put to shame.

Damon forged him into the man he was today, putting bits of hate for the Kingdoms in every cell of his body. Even in his slumber, the Killer Hybrid had control like no other. A control everyone should fear - including the Kings and Queens of the Species.

The Gods should start forging their weapons and scheme. And Ares should be grateful for every sunrise he gets to see.

Because the true King shall rise up. Damon will rise up.

And Killian is going to ensure it.

The Rogue King sits on his shabby throne, one not deemed fit for a King he claimed he was. The wooden chair might be large yet, it didn't look lavish enough for any royal to sit upon to rule.

The gates to his throne room opened. His comrade rushed in with a look of fear and haste. It seemed that he had an urgent message for the King.

"There is someone waiting on the borders who wishes to meet you," the messenger said.

Killian leans back to his throne, his fingers dancing in the air and his cunning brain plotting a thousand schemes to burn down the Alpha King. But it seemed that his master had other plans, the plans that involved a certain crown of the sea and a prophecy threatening the life of an immortal.

Even though he was the King, Damon was the kingmaker and he was nothing without his master. He lived so his master could arise. He killed so that his master could rule.

He spread fear so his master could feast upon it.

"Many wish to have an audience with me, soldier. Why should I spare my precious time for that someone?" Killian asks, bored out of his mind. He should have been in the war room, plotting their next move - yet his master commanded him to wait.

Patience wasn't his virtue, yet he would make it one for his master.

"She claims to hold the cure to wake up Master, my lord," the messenger replies.

That is enough to snap Killian's attention. The maleficis were vary of the rebellion. They were the key to the awakening of Master since their ancestor had created the spell for the same. But with the advent of time, the maleficis [witches] changed, rather than supporting the noble cause of their late Queen, they helped the other species to develop. Though they were a dying species, they were powerful. Not as powerful as the Royals of the Kingdoms, but powerful enough to awaken Damon.

Now that one of them has proposed to join them, meant that a change was coming.

"Send her in," he orders the messenger.

The messenger bows to his King and takes his leave. Soon enough, the door opens again and a girl walks in.

Examining her under his scrutinizing stare, Killian concluded that the maleficis was still young, perhaps in her late teenage years. Her coal-black hair were long - a perfect cover to hide her face. From the distance, he could see her violet eyes, fear dancing in them. She looked rather innocent, it was a wonder to him how she built the will to come knocking to his door.

Maleficis were difficult to find, and now one of them stood in front of him - willingly.

"Bow to the King, girl!" the messenger says, pushing the girl down.

But as soon as the girl hit the ground, the messenger went flying away by an invisible force. He hit the door and fell down on the ground. Killian could feel the power radiating from the girl - she might look innocent, but she was a vicious creature in making.

"I bow to no one," she says, her voice wavering. Yet, the girl held courage.

"Then why come here?" Killian says as he walks towards her. The girl doesn't look at him, afraid.

"I want you to look at me when I speak to you, girl. Why are you here?" he asks her. The sword in his hand, was now under the girl's chin. He lifted her chin with it, her violet eyes now staring into his black ones.

The girl sucks in a deep breath when her eyes land on Killian. He was dangerously gorgeous man, no girl in her right senses would be able to resist his aura.

"I wish to aid your rebellion," she answers him.

Killian raises his eyebrow - he was aware of why she was here yet her words didn't scare him.

"Is that so? Then why do you refuse to bow to me? Why did you hurt one of my men? Your intentions don't seem to be in my best interest, girl," he says.

A shiver passes down the girl's spine - his voice was enough to scare her out of her wits.

"The kingdom has wronged me. The wolves murdered by family, my own coven abandoned me when they realized my true identity. I seek revenge. The blood of my parents and brother shall be avenged, even if that meant burning the entire kingdom down," the violet-eyed witch says.

"And what are you?" Killian asks, an evil smirk forming on his face.

The girl hesitates, the truth not being spoken out by her from her mouth for a long time. Having lived in secret her entire life till this second, she has only known how to survive and lie.

But the truth must be out.

"I am the descendant of Queen Marzanna. I am your key to awaken the Hybrid King,"

Her words send a jolt of thrill and fear through his veins. It is unbelievable since Queen Marzanna is known to have died without an heir.

"Why should I believe you, girl?" he asks.

The claim she had made was serious - with her being what she claimed she was, wonders could be achieved. With her by his side, the awakening of the Master was not far.

"I have no reason to lie. Queen Marzanna is my great-grandmother. Even though she promised Damon to bear him a child, she couldn't. When she realized that Damon's reign was in danger and so was hers, she mated with her fated mate. She bore a child, my grandmother. With her last breath, she passed her magic to my grandmother. We lived in hiding, growing our magic year by year. The witches bonded with their mates to continue the bloodline. The descendants being more powerful," the girl replied.

"All my life I have known one thing - that my purpose is to wake up the Hybrid King from his sleep. And now that the prophecy is unfolding, I must serve my purpose. So, here I am, Rogue King. Here I am to help you make the Royals bleed and the earth shake with terror. Because no matter what, Damon shall rise,"

And he believes her. The fury in her eyes, the determination in her magic.

Together, they would make bring ruin to the Kingdoms.

"What should I call you?" he asks.

"Valkyrie," she answers, "call me Valkyrie."

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