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Goosebumps raised throughout my body at the sight of my own hand. Claws replaced my nails and my normally clean hand was now covered in pure white fur. I frantically crawled around the hut to look for a mirror in spite of the vigorously flowing power making my steps heavy. Muddleheaded, I moved to the end of the room and found a large mirror before me. The view in the mirror was one that I could not believe.

What is happening to me? What even is going on?! 

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Cassiel, an omnipotent Omega who has yet to discover the hidden truth behind his abilities and power, finds himself trapped in a series of eerie dreams and unanswered questions. To put an end to his disquieted feelings, he is led on to a journey unnerved, where he finds himself captivated by the beauty of the Mighty Black Wolf.

The Moon's Mighty Alpha

"Bring him over!" Gotham's voice reverberated through the corridors of his mansion, carrying an authoritative weight that cut through the air.

"Yes, Master," responded one of the guards with a swift bow, acknowledging the order. With purposeful steps, he exited the room, making his way towards the dungeon where Silas remained, bound by metal rods to a wooden slab, his energy drained by the ordeal he had endured.

"Move!" The guard's command was a stark reminder of Silas's captive status, his exhausted body compelled to obey the authoritative directive. With an effortful push against the pain that ravaged him, Silas managed to shift his body, his movements slow and laborious as he followed the guard's lead, the promise of a face-to-face encounter with Gotham weighing heavily on his mind.

"Master!" the guard bowed respectfully, making way for Gotham to step forward and behold the pitiable state of Silas's body.

So-called Dark Lord? (Part One)