Thunder struck.

Rain poured.

There was no star in the sky, the moon hiding in the clouds. Heavens gave no light so that night the earth was baptized with darkness. The eerie of that hour sent everything home, kept everywhere quiet until, he tore into the silence.

 Falling from the sky, the huge hairy creature crashed into the ground. The darkness submerging it.

*Huh*

It heaved but like a masculine beast. Blood drenching the wet floors of the crumbled castle he lay in. Eyes half closed, the beast scratched the debris as if the tiny pieces of rock would help it stand. The smaller rocks pierced into his claw. It groaned.

… No more. It could not…

Dirty dark and grey fur began to creep underneath his skin. A rough, torn, bleeding but fair surface began to reveal itself. The mighty creature shrank into a battered naked man. His legs and arms were torn open and the sand penetrated the wounds. Although a man, his weight was still so heavy, pulling him down and the debris deeper into his flesh. He moaned like a wounded dog, unconsciously trying to turn over. His prized possession was about to get crushed, laying on his back was the best way to save it. At least if he died here, he died a complete man.

He smirked, painfully. He was on his side now and he could not move anymore. He heaved difficultly…

'I hurt so much. It hurts so much'

His eyes wet slowly, he winked them, to make them stop. He is a man, no, an Alpha. Lord of the Rogue wolves of Elhandoria. He should be smirking in the face of Death… but his praise brought no change. Those tears still dripped and he let them fall. He let himself cry.

'It really hurt so much'

"How far the mighty…" a voice echoed through the hall.

The man tilted his head stiffly, following the voice.

 'Who is there?'

Something swept past his cheek. A frosting air, chills racing down his spine. There is only one who comes at this hour and with Misty words as he had just heard. Astral, he who takes all back to where they first became. And he was here to escort his soul as well.

Cold hands graze his ear and frozen lips kissed them, whispering; "Fallen."

'I hate you' He replied the voice with his mind.

There was a light chuckle, Astral found his confession amusing. Icy dust scattered on the ground as Astral sat next to him, quietly. "I am waiting for you to give up so I can take you soul, Young werewolf."

 "Then you… will wait… forever," he strained his voice to say it.

"Even at the hour of death, you still wish to keep your arrogance. Even now, you cannot see that you need humility to get what you want out of my creed." Astral waved his head, disappointed.

The man understood. From the moment Astral's voice was heard, it made itself evident but he did not want to admit it. He is an Alpha, all creatures bow at the mention of what could look Like his name. He decides who lives and who dies but now he was to beg this corpse hurdler to let him live.

"You will soon cross over, my dear Alpha". Astral said to him. The man closed his eyes and bit his lip.

"I want to live… please." Astral smiled.

"A life for a life and since you owe the heavens too much, you will pay more. If you really want to breathe a new you must trade it with the old."

The dying creature attempted an inhale, no air came. His legs were numb, the stillness moving up his arms. He could tell he was growing cold.

 'I don't want to die. Not here, not like this. Not while she still breathes. To hell with everything, I just want to take her to hades with me'

"Take it all." Astral smiled. His lengthy bone fingers resting on the creature's eyes, covering them.

"Heaven has judged you. All you have cultivated, all your know, all you were; will be sacrificed for your life. Nothing but a mere bloodthirsty beast, you will become. But because your ancestors served us well, you shall be allowed to keep all your forms but that too will cost you. The price, I intend to collect soon."

"Henceforth, only your name is all you have of the home owned before. Elhandoria Lies In Shadowing Hines… ELISH."