Hell's Fire
As her family took her away, his fingers clenched tightly around his golden staff, his jaw setting in firm displeasure.
He could not believe it.
He should have known better than to trust a God.
His dark gaze that held quiet power flickered to the overweight moon hanging so low in the sky.
Anger towards a person is best conveyed when you destroy their most prized possession.
The King of Nightmares and ruler of the dark realm stepped a bit from the tall trees, as well as being careful not to be exposed to the dull light of the moon. He let go of his royal cloak around his shoulders to expose his bare back to the cold night air. His massive black wings unfurled from his shoulder blades, the tip of the enormous feathery appendage dragged along the snow-covered grounds. They had an otherworldly glow, as though they were woven from the night itself.
With a single, deliberate movement, he crouched low, power rippling through his frame. Then, with an explosive surge, he leapt into the air, moving fast against gravity and aiming for the ridiculous object of hers that showed itself every night.
The moon goddess after being satisfied with what she'd just done sat high and mighty on her crescent shaped throne in the castle of ruins. It is called that not because it is a structure of broken pillars and smitten roofs. It is one of her castles she loved out of her heavenly homes. The land is an endless desert, suspended between the heavens and tucked behind one of her greatest creations.
No, it's not the vampires or the elves with bleached skin.
And it's certainly not her loyal followers—the werewolves.
It is the lovely moon that watches over everything and her creations. She lives in her castle of ruins just to gaze at its magnificence. It is the only heavenly home that gives her something close to a 3D view of the entire spherical and rocky structure. She loved it so much.
It is the only work of her hands that received the most care. She hides most of her power in it, and the moon knows most of her secrets.
A cold smirk spread on her darkened lips as she once again admired her masterpiece. It moves as directed by her, and so far, she has crowned it her most obedient creation. It doesn't rebel like more than half of her creation.
God stiffened when a part of her creation exploded into tiny craters and fell like rain on the world below. Her moon guards currently indulging themselves all paused from their act to gaze at the moon with widened eyes filled with unbound curiosity.
It at first felt like a dream to her until another part, west of the moon, exploded again. This time's impact was greater than the first, alerting her Moon guards right away.
He has always been a peaceful creature when it comes to the matters of god.
The King of Nightmares moved his staff and delivered another blow to a certain region of the moon. His faithful staff scraped its outer surface as he oscillated round the spherical structure, letting his anger out as promised.
He only tortured her children.
He moved from the moon, his feet finding support on the dark clouds like solid pillars.
The moon groaned loudly as it continued to fail to survive his three terrible blows to its major parts.
He scoffed.
What a weak little thing.
He thought she always bragged about how perfect she is when it comes to ''creation.'' He watched with pure delight as the moon continued to crumble and rain tiny pieces of itself on the heads of her other failed creation.
He waited.
Three blows to her ugly moon should be more than enough to bring her to him faster and from wherever she hides herself.
His powerful black wings flapped angrily behind him. He does not know what he was going to do to her once she revealed her pitiful self to him.
A deal was a deal.
If Gods can't honor a deal with a devil like himself—how much more the countless prayers and wishes said to her every minute by her brainless creations.
He should have known and never trusted her with the soul of his beloved. He should have foreseen she would do something as stupid as forcing her into the body of a werewolf; he tortures at least one of their kind when he is in a good mood.
He enjoys letting his children of darkness—demons tearing every fur that makes up their being while he feeds them an unhealthy dose of wolfs bane when he forces one of them to have dinner with him.
Out of all her rather uninteresting ''creations'' it was the wolves he loves to hate the most because they were the ones that would easily give up their existence just at the sound of her soundless name.
He turned around at their immediate and predicted arrival. As expected, she came with her moon guards, and they all landed softly on a cloud formation not too far from him and a bit higher than his.
The horrid look on her face at the sight of her moon didn't really please him. It was not in comparison to how he felt when he was told by his three agents he called to keep a watch over her precious soul that she had woken up in the body of a werewolf.
He really had this insane urge to burn her universe down once and for all rather than doing it bit by bit and at snail's pace.
His jaw clenched hard at the sight of her when she was yet to recover from the smashed sight of her precious moon. Her eyes slowly fell back on him in horror. Probably surprised he could be crazy enough to hurt her moon for the sake of his love.
He would do anything for anything that has created a small space in his heart. Gods or ants don't make any difference to him.
He would have them crushed if they should dare take advantage of his weakness like that to get back at him for all his many sins against them.
''How…how dare you—'' Ira fell back along with her moon guards when he moved to stand before them. His golden staff twirling in-between his fingers, his expression dead and void of the tiniest drop of remorse.
Ira's words died on her tongue as he made her look so powerless with just a single glance her way. Even her well-trained moon guards all developed cold feet at the unholy sight of him.
A ball that resembled more like the fire you would see from the Hell he came from burned in one of his gloved hands, a strand of his long, dark-red hair falling at the sides of his face as he contemplated which part of their body would suffer the most after being hit multiple times by Hell's fire.
𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞;
Hi angels! (Devil's smirk!)
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