"Don't worry Conan. You can have anything you want. As long as I am here, nothing is going to happen to you"
"What if you aren't here?"
"Nothing is going to take me from you"
"Promise?"
"I promise"
Those words were burnt into his memories and they kept playing like a broken record. He sighed and chuckled and then all of a sudden he began laughing out loud, filling the quiet areas of the woods with his laughter. He laughed at nothing for what seemed like forever before falling back into the quiet. He put on his hood, adjusted his mask and then stood up from the body of the dead Beta he had been sitting on. He looked around him at all the lifeless bodies on the floor, lives he had just ended.
Shifting his eyes to the wolves he had brought along with him, he gave a wicked smile as he stared at them. He had taken his time to gather up quite the number of them. They were no less than a hundred. They stood around him loyally, waiting for his orders. He shone his glowing blood red eyes at them before turning and started for the settlement of Redmoon pack which was just outside the woods. He could hear his army of wolves marching behind him loyally and it made his smile wider. He had waited for this opportunity for a long time and he was just a few steps away from it.
(Some Years Ago)
"Come on Conan! Dinner is getting cold. There isn't going to be anything left if you don't come sooner" Conan heard his mom call out to him for like the tenth time. But he wasn't excited for dinner at that moment; he was more excited about the wolf pup he just got as a present.
He had been stuck down at the basement since his mother had surprised him with his most desired gift. He kept on laughing heartily, running in circles with his new pet wolf. He knew he might probably end up sleeping in the basement with his wolf. He had built a cozy kennel for him with the help of his mom.
"Conan I…" He heard his mom trail off. He immediately stopped running around to listen if she was heading toward him but instead he heard a loud scream coming from the street and just before he could register it, more screams were being heard all over. It sounded like a commotion outside as he could hear heavy footsteps running around outside, things shattering, clattering and everyone shouting. He was overcome with fear. He picked up his wolf, holding him tightly against his chest just before he was startled by a loud bang coming from up the stairs. His heart rate increased as his fear grew.
Hearing muffled cries and heavy thudding against the roof of the basement, Conan began making his way slowly and shakily toward the steps leading out the basement. He was startled to a halt by a loud sound. He couldn't tell if it was a slap or something else. "Nooo!" His mother's voice broke through his fear, making his heart jump. He realized whatever was happening there was probably happening to her. He found a temporary courage as he swiftly made a beeline up the steps whilst still holding his pet with him.
He got to the exit and was about to push open the hatch door when something fell down on it, pressing the hatch shut. He looked through the crack on the hatch door and realized it wasn't 'something' that fell on it but someone, his very own mother. His eyes widened with shock and fear. He could hear her whimpering and through the cracks on the hatch he felt liquid dropping on his face. It was warm and it smelled different. He felt it with the tip of his finger and then looked down at his finger to realize it was blood.
Conan looked up at his still whimpering and bleeding mother and then started desperately trying to push the door open but it was hard with her weight on top. After all he was just a skinny seven year old and besides it felt like there was some added pressure against his force to push the door open. And then there came the voices. Loud barbaric laughter.
He couldn't see who they were but he could tell there were more than three of them with the cheering and mocking voices that filled the house. The screams and commotion from outside were only intensifying. It was obvious this wasn't happening to them alone.
"Come on! Use those special eyes of yours on us" A voice that was burnt into his memory that night shouted and the others began laughing. "You lot are so special, special than the rest of us…." He teased. Conan tried to get a look at him but his mother's body was shielding his view. He couldn't say a word, the fear he was feeling made him feel as though he had lost his voice.
"Come on! Make this fun for us" The voiced yelled out.
He heard his mother struggling to get out a word but nothing came out whole. *slash* and continues *slashing* was the sound Conan heard next. He began shaking whilst being frozen to the floor. With each slash came fresh new blood being splattered across his face. It felt like the slashing never stopped as that was all he could hear over and over again even after it stopped.
"She gave up to easily. What a shame. I never got to see what she could do" The voice said with a disappointed tone.
When he finally regained himself, he realized he was soaked with his mother's blood. His golden color short hair had become red and matted to his head. His clothes clung to his body. That was how much blood was forced out of his mother by the brutality of her attacker. "….." He opened his mouth to say something but all that came out was air.
Shivering with fear, he managed to force himself to look back up and that was when he realized his mother was now staring down at him through the crack. His eyes immediately welled up and began overflowing. He could see the fear of dying in her eyes as it slowly loses its light. "No..." A squeaky cry escaped his mouth when her eyes shut. He swiftly covered his mouth with his free hand, muffling his sobs whilst also holding his wolf pet still.
It felt like he was in some kind of nightmare, one he wanted to end as quickly as possible so he could wake up and go have that dinner with his mother and this would be nothing but a passing nightmare. But he would soon realized that it was as real as it could get. No sooner had he made that sound did he see her body being drawn away from the hatch. He had thought they were taking her body away but instead the hatch door was pulled open and he came face to face with the men who had mutilated his mother.
"I knew I heard something…what do we have here?" The man grabbed him by his neck and dragged him out into the open. He had finally seen the face behind the voice that was taunting his mother. He had a scary build and wild eyes. His fully shaved head had stains of blood.
Conan's eyes fell on his lifeless mother's body, laying there as though she wasn't full of life and happiness some minutes ago. He couldn't keep the tears from flowing even with him slowly choking from the murderous grip around his neck.
"Oh I see, she's your mother huh?" He gave a wicked smile. "Hiding you was a smart choice…but you getting found out, not so smart on your part"
"I would have loved to see you grow and find out what special skill you will acquire but that would not be smart on my part" He explained, not paying attention to the choking sounding coming from him. "At least you're getting reunited with her" He snickered just before he dug his fist into claws and almost the whole of his fingers into Conan's chest.
He watched as the kid struggled to hang on to life before going blank. He withdrew his claws and then threw his body on the floor close to his mother. "We are moving to the next" He ordered before hearing the whimpers of a wolf. He looked down to see a wolf pup making its way to Conan's body. "Would you look at that?! It would be evil of me if I don't unite this poor pup with them" He bent down close to it. He pat and pet the pup before swiftly snapping it's neck painlessly. That was the last sight Conan remembered before completely passing out.
(Present Time)
Conan walked into one of the open settlements of the Redmoon pack. He stood there in the open with a satisfied smile which was hidden behind his mask. Everyone around immediately took notice of his presence. They were confused at the sight before them. He just stood there, his robe swaying slowly on him. The pack members stared at him with furrowed brows until someone who recognized that appearance shouted. "He's one of them, the Black Lotus!"
Conan burst out laughing so loud as they began running in different directions, scurrying away with fear. The warrior Betas all began appearing and assembling in front of him, ready to take him on. Within a minute the whole fighters in the pack had assembled, some shifting and others staying in their human form. He laughed harder at the sight of them. "You are all going to die!!!!" He shouted amidst laughter. "Bring me your Alpha!" He ordered and then stopped laughing.
He waited but none of them was making a move to go bring the Alpha. "Fine, I will go get him myself….after ripping through you all" He announced and his eyes began glowing.
All the wolves under his control began making their way out of the woods and began lining up behind them. As the numbers grew he began seeing the fear in the eyes of his oppositions. He could see hope leaving their eyes as they began staring at one other. They were clearly outnumbered for a start. "It would have been smart to try and escape while you had the chance. You all are no match against me" He said to them.
He scoffed at how ridiculous their initial confidence was. He raised both his hands slowly toward them and then ordered "Kill!" and immediately the ground began shaking as his wolves dashed ferociously toward them, growling angry as they began pouncing on them. "It's smart to hide from me Alpha….but your time is up" He muttered to himself, watching his wolves rip through their defenses.