Three thousand years ago, the moon goddess was enraged when she discovered the betrayal of the trusted person she created. She had no idea that a member of her own kin would betray her without a second thought. She believed that by forming a group of people who would only follow her, she would finally be free of her past. But, after discovering the betrayals committed by someone close to her, she realized that no one in this world can be trusted. Whether it came from humanity or from the living things she created.
In the middle of the dark and deep forest, where the King of the werewolves, Lycaon, and the Creator of the werewolves, Luna, met. Only the full moon exposes them in that dark forest.
"Lycaon... it has come to this pitiful scenario in which we both find ourselves." The moon goddess gazed upon the King of werewolves as she was floating in the dark night sky. This man was the first living thing she created. Her expressionless face is visible.
Lycaon's eyes were filled with pity as he looked at the moon goddess. He is aware that every secret will be revealed later, but despite this, he cannot imagine his life without Florence, the woman he genuinely loves. That's why, even though he knew he was betraying the packs and the moon goddess he obeyed, he felt no remorse. Not even a bit of regrets.
"Luna..." Lycaon carefully called out the name of the moon goddess. "I always followed your beliefs... I even imprinted on my mind that your wish is the only reason I am living," Lycaon said while looking down, gripping his bare chest tightly in pain. He can't bear looking at the face of the person he's just betrayed. "... But I found another reason, it was an unexpected situation that even I wouldn't believe that after living for thousands of years now, I will feel what humanity calls love, a connection that is so different from what I am feeling with the packs... I don't have any regrets, but I will beg you to let my child and the woman I love be at peace... I will accept any punishment you will give... so please let them both live, Luna..."
Luna didn't even blink, despite the fact that Lycaon was slowly getting down on his knees, pleading with her for something she couldn't understand.
The only words that came out of her mouth were, "I made you." 'How could you betray me after I created you and gave you life?' The moon goddess has no idea what Lycaon was saying. Her understanding will never comprehend the emotions that Lycaon was feeling, so she will never fully grasp why Lycaon betrayed her.
"Luna..."
The lifeless cold-sharped gaze of the moon goddess pierced Lycaon as she raised her hand and started to summoned something. "Everything will come to an end. A punishment must be given to you, the leader of the packs, the first King of the werewolves. You will live eternally in the Abyss, penting your sins." The moon goddess was far from finishing the punishment she wants to give. She wanted the human Lycaon love to also suffer because that woman is the solely reason why Lycaon betrayed her. "The human you love won't live much longer; she'll feel very resentful after you abandoned her. And the child in her womb... will live running away from the same tribe he came from. He will live eternally running away, and will not experience any care and love." 'That love is the reason you betray me, Lycaon... I will use that love to caused your child suffering.'
Lycaon had no time to appeal to the moon goddess' punishment when a large black hole opened up in the ground and began to pull him down; it was the gate to the Abyss.
This isn't possible! He still didn't guarantee Florence and his child's safety. His gaze wandered around the vicinity, desperately looking for someone who could help him, and he discovered his right-hand man, a beta wolf named Edon.
Edon was frozen in place, he just planned on sneaking at the place where his master, Adolphus and the goddess he worshipped was in the scene. But he didn expect that this situation would appear. He can't believe the person he's always looked up to will be thrown into the Abyss. The Abyss was a place of great pain. Not even a werewolf criminal was sent there, but the king would be sent there?
Adolphus didn't hesitate to use his mind to communicate with Edon. It was a skill that the king possessed, and he could deliver messages through telepathy within the packs without any limitation and the packs and even the creator of them could hear it, depending on his message. But right now, he directly gave Edon his last order, a secret message that even the moon goddess would not know. He never used this, but this is an unavoidable situation.
'Run... Don't look back... take F,Florence to a safe location... Florence and my child... guide them... Ed...'
Edon heard the King's voice. He didn't know who Florence was but many informations and memories started to fill his mind. It was about a woman, genuinely smiling at his master, and his master, gently looking at the woman. His mind hurt so much because of the memories that keeps flashing before his eyes that he wanted to faint but he still followed what his master said. He run away and didn't look back anymore.
Adolphus, too, felt as if every part of his body, including his eyes, were bleeding as his sharpened gaze saw the back of his faithful right-hand man, running away from that place. He was at ease. Finally, he can accept this punishment...
But, before the Abyss fully swallowed his mind and body, Adolphus had the chance to left a message for his son.
'You might not have seen me, my child... But keep in mind that I am always watching you and hoping that you can feel the love that your parents wanted you to feel. Love is a powerful emotion that can convey a variety of emotions, including happiness. Fight the curse and live in peace... Amoux, my child.'
Adolphus closed his eyes and felt the Abyss push him into the depths of darkness. His mind was filled with happy memories of Florence. It's a pity he can't send Florence a message via telepathy because it can only be used within the pack, but he has so much to tell her. And, how he wishes that, all of it can be said and will not remain a distant memory.