"White, furry tail and ears, white hair, red eyes, pale skin." muttered a tribes member of the gray wolves. "Why did we have to shelter such a disgrace? Low magic power, and no fighting capabilities. Yet he had to have those features"

"Yeah I know, he is so weak and pathetic, but we have no choice, he was entrusted to us by our God." replied another.

Phan, the young boy the tribes men spoke about, sat out in the far corner of the library with a pile of books about magic theory. Phan sat there in tattered rags, which can barely count as cloths.

"I can hear you, you know" Phan muttered to himself as he got up to return the books he had near him and take the one he was reading out, after the other tribes men ruined his mood.

Phan left the library dejected, at that moment a golden flash of light hit Phan rendering him unconscious. His twitching body was soon surrounded by his clans men.

The next day, Phan had woken up in his sister's bed. Though not being related by blood, Phan still considers her as a sister. His sister being ten years older than him, took exceptional care of him, when ever he was injured or beaten black and blue. His sister was a fairly tall lady with gray fur and hair, along with amber eyes, as well as a massive bust, each one as large as a football and jiggly like jelly. She was laying on Phans legs and sleeping on the edge of the bed.

"(Hay you, you're finally awake.)" Said a strange voice

Phan looked around desperately, trying to figure out were the voice came from. "W-who are you? and what do you want?" asked Phan trying to listen for the origin of the voice.

"(I'm a fallen God and I coincidently ended up inside your soul container, and I believe that you mortals call it a body of flesh.)" After listening to the voices explanation, Phan could not find the origin, but suspected it was in his head. After further inspection of the voice, the voice sounded somewhat arrogant and seemed to have the ability to captivate most females. "(It would seem that, that female will be waking up soon.)" said the Fallen God before he went silent.

"Mnn" Went Phan's sister, rubbing her eyes and stretching across the bed. "Phan!" Exclaimed his sister, with her tail wagging in excitement. "Thank God that you're alive" she said jumping onto phan hugging him in the process.

"I won't be if you don't stop hugging me." said Phans muffled voice as his head was buried in his sister's chest.

"Ah! sorry." Said his sister, releasing Phan from her grasps. "It was just because I was so happy and relived that you were alive, and I just couldn't help."

"Sis it's fine..." Said Phan putting his hand on her shoulder and looking down. "I enjoyed it, as I am a boy who strives for all knowledge and sensations that makes one feel good." now looking up and smiling giving her a thumbs up.

Both of them now staring at each other, in total silence. "Eh?" was the expression that both of them were showing on their face.

"Wait. How did I know that would feel good? How do I know what 'Feel good' means" Phan mumbled to him self in realisation, whilst his sister sat there in embarrassment.

"(I may know the reason, as to why you know this.)" Said the Fallen God's voice, suddenly, startling Phan.

"Er... Sis, imma go and practice magic now, so imma head out." Phan said, avoiding eye contact and fiddling with his long, messy, unkept hair, trying to escape from the awkward situation he had made.

Phan left his sister's house, through the front door, which leads to the centre of the tribe settlement, trying his best to avoid the other tribesmen. Though they are his temporary guardians and him being an exitance close to their God, Fenrir, he had a history of physical abuse. Scars hidden by the tattered cloth he calls clothes and bruises on his back hidden by his long unruly hair. Phan despised his existence as a failure to his clan. The children around him also slandered him for being incapable of using eighth tier script magic, but brushed it off because he knew he could beat them easily with the stronger and faster magic that he developed himself.

Phan left for the forest that surrounds the Lykan kingdom. The Lykan kingdom consists of five Wolf-men tribes. The tribes are: Blood mane, a tribe of wolf-men that go berserk when they need to be doped, but can no longer do this on command; Sliver mane, a tribe that values the development of magic and specializes in combining spells; Grey wolves, the tribe that Phan belongs too, specializes in multicasting and a very conservative and traditional tribe; Gale wolves, A tribe that is very fast and trained in the way of the sword, they specializes in wind and physical enhancement magic as well as the sword, they generally become Alpha guards; and the Dire wolves, a tribe of giants compared to the rest, they have great defensive and offensive abilities but are extremely slow and primitive. All five tribes surround a mediaevalesque city, full of all sorts of beast-men but mostly Wolf-men. The current ruler is a Silver mane Wolf-man called Kino (He is referred as an Alpha rather than a king, because he is a Wolf-man).

In the forest was a natural beauty that could not be explained, the air was fresh and the trees were tall. Patches of light shone through the emergent, understory and canopy layers to the forest floor. Wild life that lived in harmony with each other, with a perfect balance between life and death, hunt or be hunted. The reason Phan trains and practices magic here is because if he got hungry he could not only train but can also test out his increase in power against strong animals with monstrous capabilities, without really disrupting the balance.

"Hay Fallen God. Tell me what that was about earlier." Phan asked annoyed and impatiently.

"(What ever could you mean?)" replied the voice jokingly and arrogantly.

"You know what I mean. About how I knew about that stuff."

"(But shouldn't you be asking me kindly? as I am a God.)"

"Fine." Phan grunted and decided to play along. "Oh great Fallen God, please impart some of your knowledge, on this mere mortal, about how I knew those kind of stuff."

"(There are two reasons. One. The influence my divine body as on your mind. Two. You have another soul slowly taking over you, I'd say you have another four years before that happens though.)"

"So I have till I'm twelve, before that happens." Phan muttered to himself. " Oh great Fallen God, please tell me, how can I prevent this fate?"

"(You must split you soul in half and let that half become taken over.)" Replied the Fallen God.

"Split my soul in half? How may I do that?"

"(With a lost technique, that could be considered forbidden)" Said the Fallen God, trying to make it sound dramatic.

Phan's ears perked up, which only happens when something picks his interest, from the mention of three words, "Lost", "Technique" and "Forbidden". Phan's interest in anything to do with magic is anything but healthy, he would sit down with is nose in books for days, before he even got hungry. This was most likely due to him being a wolf which lacks a sense of fullness, making it him eat more than what he should meaning he can survive famines.

"Please teach me these techniques!" Phan shouted with his eyes glistening like stars in the night sky. "I'll do almost anything, just please teach me these techniques."

"(Hmm~...)" Went the Fallen God, contemplating weather he should or shouldn't. "(I'll teach you. But, BUT, you must do me a favour in the future.)"

Phan sat down on the spot, with his tail wagging vigorously in excitement and his body swaying along.

"Oh yeah~. What should I call you? I can't keep calling you Fallen God can I?, don't all Gods have names? Right?" Phan asked with his index finger on his chin and looked upwards.

"(Call me... Hircus.)" Hircus said, seeming reluctant to say his name.

"Hircus? Hmm~... Doesn't ring any bells. So you must of been a lesser or minor God, but then again you are a Fallen God so you could of forgotten a long time ago."

"(We were.)" Hircus said dejected. "(We were forgotten, because our abilities we granted caused more harm than good. My ability would let me and my followers have massive orgies, but they no longer needed that ability thanks to polygamic relationships.)"

"What's an 'Orgy'?" Phan asked without knowing anything. "Well who cares, I want to learn those techniques."