CHAPTER 6: HERE TO DIE.

The captial city Cindy was spell bound by a huge crowd gathering by the roadside to welcome the warriors of their kingdoms. Hundreds of Pumpkin carriages pulled by flower fairies marched through the roadway.

The war was yet to end but the news of victory of the recent battle was a joyous news for the kingdom of Charming. Their Holy saint's victory against Hero Adam had brought the war to a halt.

"Welcome prince Givon!!"

"Hail to the holy saint. Lady Chisell welcome back!"

"We love Lord Gilhouse!!"

"Hail to the warriors of Charming!"

The crowd cheered onto their lovely war heroes, their voices reaching even the sun. Several infamous faces were visible to the people through the transparent window of the pumpkin carriage. Their esteemed heroes perked out their heads and waved at the crowd, smiling at them as they reciprocated words of gratitude towards the mass.

Chisell smiled at the crowd.

"Kyaaaaaaaaaa..." Several women and men blushed when they received a blooming smile from the holy saint.

"Holy saint please marry me!" A women even shouted out aloud for the entire crowd to hear her confession of love towards their holy saint.

Chisell heard it too. "Oh my." She exclaimed as she tossed a red rose at the woman who had professed her love for her. "If I were into girls I would have definitely considered the offer, beautiful young lady."

"Pfft...." Givon let out a muffled laugh when he heard her reply.

"Kyaaaaaaaaaa..." The woman collapsed on the floor due to extreme happiness. Meanwhile the uproar caused by the crowd tripled even more after hearing the holy saint's words.

"Chisell. You are such a player." Givon couldn't help but remark at their holy saint's ambiguous words.

With a threatening smile, "Givon, what did you say? I didn't heard what you said just now."

Dark flowers bloomed around her hair, representing her reaction to Givon's teasing.

Gulp. "I said that you are as pretty as ever, Holy saint Chisell." Givon immediately corrected himself.

"Oh my. Thank you." Chisell replied calmly. Danger was looming around her lips.

The warriors gladly accepted the cheering of the mass as they made their way to the Temple of Cindy. The King of Fairies awaited their audience at the temple. As the king's loyal vassals it was their duty to attend him.

During this time no one was aware of an outsider's presence infiltrating the kingdom, standing amidst the huge crowd of fairies flocking around the roadside. The outsider disappeared before his presence could me made known.

"Let's return." Rasheed said this to his sons. Their job outside here was done.

"Yes father." The three brothers replied at the same time.

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"Huff! Huff....."

"Don't let him get away!"

"Get the boy!"

Amidst the sound of stomping steps and the sound of rustling leaves of trees, loud voices chasing after someone echoed through the forest. The sound of clothes being ripped apart was followed by the sound of a beast growling and snarling as it rushed through the trees, its speed exceeding that of an animal.

There were about 5 pursuers.

A group of black and red wolves were running through the woods chasing after a kin of theirs. Everything that stood in their path was being reduced to dust. The one running at the front raised his jaw, ready to launch an attack towards their target.

BOOOM!!

The pathway of greenary before them was destroyed in an instant. Yet the attack didn't land on the wolf they were chasing.

ROAR!

"DON'T LET HIM GET AWAY! KILL THE BOY!"

The leader of the pack let out an ominous road of anger. "HE KILLED KING SORIES! DONT LET HIM GET AWAY."

The chase continued.

Several other packs joined the group.

"Huff....Huff..." The one being pursued was a white wolf. His size was smaller than those surrounding him. His eyes were a beautiful shade of crimson red. He growled at his own pack that has turned against him. Currently he was being cornered from all sides. He swept his gaze through the pack. When he saw the huge black wolf leading the hunt, his red eyes growled with menace.

"Why did you kill your father? An unfilial son you are." The leader growled at his own nephew. "Your ice cold attitude and your suspicious ideologies, I always knew that you are a natural born killer!!"

"I did not kill Father!" The white wolf snarled back at them.

ROAR!

The pack of wolves howled at the same time to voice their disagreement to the small Wolf's claim.

"Liar! We saw it with out own eyes!"

"You killed our alpha even though you were his son!"

"Lord Dokha, he deserves the death penalty."

"Kill him! Kill the traitor!"

The white wolf narrowed his eyes at his uncle. Lord Dokha, this vicious uncle of his always wanted him dead for good. All of those present here only needed a reason to kill him. None of them actually cared if he was the real culprit or not. They all just needed a reason to end him for good.

*Growl*

The pack of wolves moved closer drawing the distance between them and their target. The white wolf had a look of disappointment in his eyes.

This life has been very cruel to him. He thought to himself.

The internal conflict for political dominance amongst the werewolves has been a thing throughout the clan's history. It was always the strongest who earned the right to reign as the Alpha of the pack.

And the battle for dominance in this particular generation had taken an aggressive turn for the worst where several hundred years old wolves were preying on a six year old of their own kind.

"AAOOOOOOOOO!!!"

Wincing in pain the white wolf shifted back into his human form. He walked through the pile of wolves collapsed on the ground. Although their furs were covered in blood he had made sure to not kill them. The silhouette of a lonely wolf disappeared from the place where a legendary fight had transpired.

The world did not knew that a six year old Kin of the werewolves has defeated the entire pack by himself in his wolf form.

The little boy appeared at the Abyss of Netherland. His eyes looked dead. The will to live was lost for naught. Betrayal was a deadly poison.

He was here to die.

Closing his eyes he let his body collapse into the abyss known as the Reaper's embrace.