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Hybrid Luna for Redemption

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Chapter 1 - Prologue

"Leona, Leona," Dan calls, who is nothing but a devil in the flesh of a human. I don't want to look at him because every time I see his face, it reminds me of my mistake in trusting him, in loving him. All these times, he used me to fulfill his devious greed. I was blinded by his charm and charisma, unable to see the darkness that lurked beneath his facade.

"What, now you don't want to look at me," he said, grabbing my cheeks, and forcefully turning my head towards him. His grip on my face is tight, causing a surge of fear to course through my veins. I can feel the anger radiating off him, and I know that I must find a way to escape his clutches before it's too late. With a cruel smile on his face, he pulled me closer to him. As his menacing grin grew wider, I could sense the danger escalating. Desperation consumed me as I desperately searched for an exit strategy, knowing that my life depended on it. "Are you angry, my love? Can't you see how much I have done for us? Look here," he grabbed my hand and pulled me towards him, forcibly walking with him, showing me the corpse of thousands of wolves. The sight of the lifeless wolves sent a shiver down my spine, their tragic fate a haunting reminder of the power he held over me. Panic surged through my veins as I realized the depths of his darkness, fueling my determination to break free from his clutches and save myself from a similar fate.

There are dead bodies of people lying lifeless, people injured whose bodies are bleeding badly, yet they are fighting for lives, broken bones, broken flesh, and blood everywhere my eyes land on. Many are dead, those who are alive are crying for help, children clinging to their mothers for support while their father protects them by shielding them with their bodies, fighting to save lives. The air is thick with the stench of fear and desperation, as the sounds of screams and gunfire echo through the chaos. Despite the overwhelming despair, a glimmer of hope flickers within me, urging me to join the fight and become a beacon of strength for those in need. No one is safe or protected. The cruelty I witnessed is only because of one person's greed for power. As I watch the devastation unfold before my eyes, I can't help but feel a surge of anger towards the individual responsible for this suffering. The greed for power has blinded them to the value of human life, leaving innocent people to bear the consequences of their actions. A hunger bad enough to ruin the lives of thousands. This hunger for power has driven them to manipulate and exploit others, disregarding the ethical and moral implications of their actions. It is a stark reminder of the destructive potential that lies within human nature when driven by selfish ambitions. The suffering caused by their greed serves as a call to action, urging us to stand united against such tyranny and strive for a world where compassion and empathy prevail over personal gain.

But all I can do is watch the pain in their eyes, the crimson blood falling from my body, and hear them cry in pain. In that moment, I realize the true cost of their selfishness and the extent of the damage they have caused. It becomes clear that their actions not only inflict suffering upon others, but also bring about their own demise, as they become trapped in a cycle of destruction and regret.

"How do you feel, seeing these wolves who disgraced our existence, in pain, begging to live?" Dan asked with a smile at me. As I looked into Dan's eyes, his sadistic satisfaction mirrored the pain I had witnessed moments ago. His question hung in the air, heavy with the weight of his twisted sense of justice. In that moment, I couldn't help but wonder if he truly understood the depth of his own cruelty and the consequences it would inevitably bring upon him.

I can't find words to say after seeing all this. They don't desever to die. No one here deserves to die. The one who deserves to die is me. I am the one who brought them into this situation, and now I am forced to witness the consequences of my actions. The guilt and remorse weigh heavily on my conscience, knowing that I am the true culprit in this tragic chain of events. I failed to protect my people; I trusted the wrong person. I'm the reason for thousands of deaths. The weight of this realization is unbearable, as I grapple with the knowledge that my choices have led to such immense suffering. The pain of knowing that I am responsible for the loss of countless lives is a burden that will haunt me forever. Everyone here is in pain and death is all because of me. I don't want to live, but I can't die, not before killing him. The guilt and remorse consume me, driving me to seek justice and redemption. Every breath I take is a painful reminder of the lives that have been lost because of my misplaced trust. The desire for revenge burns within me, fueling my determination to make things right and ensure that no one else suffers at the hands of this betrayer.

"I feel hate, I feel regret." Dan smiled, crushing my cheeks in between his hands. His sadistic grin sent shivers down my spine, as he reveled in my anguish. The pain he inflicted on me was nothing compared to the pain I would inflict on him. In that moment, I vowed to myself that I would make him pay for his treachery, no matter the cost. "I want to die, but I can't."

"Why?" Dan asked with his lips on my neck, sucking on my skin. I can't without you, I thought as I landed on the knife tied to my waist. This might be my chance. I pulled Dan closer to leaving a space in between our bodies, our lips mere inches away, before I pulled his neck, crashing my lips into him, my hand on his waist, trying to grab the knife. As our lips collided, I felt a surge of adrenaline coursing through my veins. With one swift motion, I managed to grasp the handle of the knife and discreetly cut the rope that held it in place. The weight of my plan weighed heavily on me, but I was determined to make him pay for his betrayal. But before I could react or do anything, my hands grabbed my wrist, twisting his around my waist, pinning me against the wall. I could feel his hot breath on my neck as he whispered menacingly in my ear, "You thought you could outsmart me, but you're just a pawn in my game." Panic surged through me as I realized the extent of his control over the situation.

"These are what I get for loving you all this time."

"You don't deserve anyone's love," I spat back, my voice filled with defiance. The anger and hurt fueled my determination to break free from his grasp and seek justice for his deceit.

"You broke my heart, Leona, so tell me how you want to die, slow and painful or fast and painless?" His words sent a chill down my spine, but I refused to let fear consume me. With every ounce of courage I had left, I looked him straight in the eye and said, "I won't let you decide my fate. You may have broken my heart, but I won't let you break my spirit."

"Do whatever you like, but you too will not leave long, and your death will be a hundred times more painful than any of the people here." I could see the anger in his eyes, but I held my ground. "You underestimate the strength within me. I will not be defeated by your threats or your twisted desires."

"Shut up," he said, sliding the sharp blade around my neck. But even with the blade against my skin, I refused to let fear consume me. "You may have the power to harm me physically, but you will never have control over my mind or my spirit." I stared back at him defiantly, determined to show him that his attempts to break me would only make me stronger. Blood started dripping from it fast, with my lifelessness falling to the ground. As the blood continued to flow, I could feel my strength waning, but my resolve remained unbroken. With my last breath, I whispered, "Even in death, my spirit will continue to defy you." And with that final act of defiance, I embraced the darkness, knowing that my spirit would live on.

"You talk too much," I heard Dan say before everything turned black. I could sense the satisfaction in his voice, but I refused to let his words deter me. In the darkness, I clung onto the belief that my defiance would forever haunt him, a constant reminder of his failed attempts to break me.

There is no point in hoping for anything now, but I regret not saving the lives of others.

Only if she came fast things might differ, or if I never trusted Dan, nothing would have happened, the only hope of wolves was Augustas, but he too died early leaving wolves without a leader to guide them. Only if she knew Dan's true self and the reason behind his kind nature. But things turned badly too fast for her to do anything else. She trusted the wrong person in her life, hurting the ones who truly loved her. And as a result, she became the reason for the death of so many people and the reason for the blood that destroyed the livelihoods of all wolves.

If there's a chance to start one's life, as we do in games and stories. If only I could change the fate of the innocent wolves that died in the bloodshed. All I want is to protect them, like I should, by changing their fate and saving their lives. I only wish for redemption, bringing happiness back into the lives of people that are lost because of me. I yearn for the opportunity to rewrite history, to undo the devastation caused by my actions. If given a chance, I would dedicate myself to ensuring the safety and well-being of the wolves, striving to restore harmony and peace among all beings affected by my past mistakes.

"No….," I shouted, with my soul drowning in the darkness.