22- king Alastor’s other son

As the embers flickered faintly, casting a dull red glow across the ashen wasteland of Nidavelir a realm long destroyed by Odin, as the final bones were gathered from the farthest reaches of the land. A tremor rippled through the scorched earth as Alastor cast them into the lava along with the golden bones of Sirius who had become a God in his past life.

Alastor would not have been able to resurrect him if not for that but today he was not resurrecting his fallen son.

From the molten ashes, something stirred—a shape began to rise, small at first, but it would grow rapidly.

With every pulse of energy that emanated from the molten ground. A baby beast untethered to a human host rose to its feet. 

It wasn't just any dragon—it wasn't even truely a dragon, not truly. It just resembled one. It was something else entirely, something far more ancient from a different realm.

With a bone-rattling shriek, the newborn beast roared into existence, its cry reverberating through the emptiness of a desolate Nidavelir—a realm stripped of life, where beasts had long since gone extinct.

Ahooooo! The sound was like a wolf cub but it shook the very foundations of this forsaken realm.

Its scaled form shimmered with ember-lit hues, and as it stretched its jagged wings, it licked the searing embers from its body, savoring the heat. It devoured the charred remains of wood and rocks around it, its jagged fangs crushing the debris like brittle bones.

This was no reincarnation of Sirius, it just shared some of his bones, but now brought to life it had been born like a god. Alastor had created someone new.

He had made a second Dragevargr—a creature with the appearance of a fusion of dragon and wolf, a beast forged from chaos itself to accompany his second son. His new heir.

For the first time, Alastor had succeeded.

Why had he not done it before? Because it would collapse the timeline that the beast came from and devour him. 

This was no half-god, not born a diluted demigod like his son. This was a true god, a beast born without a mother, its creation unbound by mortal constraints. Though his actual firstborn would have entirely golden bones now, he was lost in the void and could not be risen.

His second son would be power incarnate. And Alastor would use this Dragevargr to finish what Sirius could not—to annihilate the werewolves and topple the gods who dared oppose him.

This was his ultimate weapon.

And as the creature raised its serpentine head, glowing red eyes piercing the darkness, it roared again, shaking the skies above Nidavelir. The end had begun.

Alastor did not let the beast devour him his creator however, he scratched with his claws just as the jaws opened up to consume him and they were gone. Alastor back to his castle and the beast in the dungeon, back to the timeline that they had come from.

The spell would fail if it didn't eat its creator so it would constantly search for him. To avoid its death but it would be available for him when he was ready to fight with it. All he needed to do was give it sacrifices. 

He would need to pull himself from more realities to feed its appetite. He would need more souls to feed it and it would grow and become more grotesque day by day. 

But Alastor didn't worry for he had accounted for everything.

He threw a body at the beast, its jaws snapping shut like a crocodile. Its appetite not nearly satisfied but the diversion allowed him to bind it to its new host. A second son his sleeping wife's new embreo. 

Then as his wife grew her baby he waited.

She didn't know about this of course.

It was the first time she had become pregnant with his young in the 900 years he had kept her and she was excited. She finally felt accepted. Little did she know he would have to keep the beast locked up.

This was the beast who had escaped.

"LOKI!!!!!!!" Alastor yelled in anger.

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(18 years later- )

Sirius and Saoirse were now standing next to each other and he still didn't know what to say. This girl that he had just met, he had never met anyone as incredible. If he had her in his life, she would be his whole world. 

In that moment, she reached out to him and pulled him into a hug, burying her face into his chest and smelled that smell she had searched for so long for. Tears ran down her face and she wet the front of his shirt and cried for a while. 

He hugged her tightly, just holding her and began to sob too, the two of them sank to their knees and sat on the floor for a while. 

Then she looked up at him and asked gently, "what took you so long?" 

Sirius hadn't planned to explain himself. Up until this point, he hadn't known if she would remember him or not, or understand that the bond they had was one where they would be together, even though death and the eternities, so technically that meant they were married….. and then he blushed a bit at the fact that he was holding her, a girl he hadn't seen before-at least he couldn't remember it-and the fact that he wasn't lusting after her right now meant another thing, they had completed their bonding at some point, so he and her must have had sex in their past as well…..and she was pregnant.

His face went bright red at this thought, and because she was so beautiful, with her stunning blue eyes, and the beads in her hair, which made it look like she was a princess with a pearly tiarra, and her althliesure wear, which was fitted, not too tight, but he could see her muscular, slender figure and her shoulders were bare, her skin slightly brushing his bicep as they embraced. 

He let go of her a bit awkwardly, wanting to smack his own face in embarrassment, not trying to seem like he was rejecting her, but more like as if afraid he would get feelings of biting her like he always struggled with around Maeve.

But he didn't. With her, he felt safe to be himself, and safe to touch her without worrying about the outcome, and it was like a sigh of relief.