Pablo Neruda sat in the dimly lit room, the weight of centuries pressing down on him.
As one of the council's oldest seers, he had witnessed the rise and fall of countless supernatural beings, the ebb and flow of power, and the rewriting of history.
But none of the tales weighed as heavily on him as the true story behind the Moon Wolf goddess and her death. It was a truth that had been buried for ages, twisted into a lie that shaped the future of the supernatural world.
He stared into the flickering candlelight, his mind drifting back to the days of the Blood Moon Wolf. She was revered, feared, and beloved by many, but her greatest tragedy was the lie that had been told about her death.
The council believed, as did most of the world, that she had been hunted and killed by the Evil Immortal, a being cursed with eternal life, who had been her sworn enemy through countless reincarnations.
But Pablo knew better.The truth was far more complicated,and far darker.
The Blood Moon Wolf goddess had been betrayed, not by the Evil Immortal, but by her lover,the Thunder Snail god. He had been her closest companion, her protector, and the one she trusted above all others.
But in the end, it was his hand that had struck her down, driven by jealousy and ambition.
The Evil Immortal had been her true protector, bound by an oath of loyalty and love that had been forgotten in the annals of history.
It was he who had tried, and failed, to save her from the Thunder Snail god's betrayal.
But the story had been rewritten, casting him as the villain.Pablo sighed, rubbing his temples.
He had carried this burden of knowledge for so long, but now, with Gloria's reincarnation, the truth could no longer remain hidden.
The Blood Moon Wolf was back, and with her return, so too was the Thunder Snail god. The council had misread the prophecy; they believed the Evil Immortal was the one hunting her, but in reality, it was her former lover who would rise again to finish what he had started.
The question was, could Pablo tell the truth before it was too late? He had been preparing for days, knowing the council needed to hear it.
Gloria needed to hear it. But the Thunder Snail god had loyal followers even now, ones who would do anything to keep the truth from being revealed.
A knock on his door jolted him from his thoughts.
Pablo's heart skipped a beat. He wasn't expecting visitors.He rose from his seat slowly, his old bones creaking as he crossed the room. The shadows in the corners seemed to grow darker, more menacing, as he approached the door.
He opened it cautiously, and standing there was a figure cloaked in darkness, their face obscured.
"Who are you?" Pablo asked, though deep down, he already knew the answer.The figure stepped forward, revealing a flash of silver under their hood.
"You've lived too long, old man," the stranger said softly. "It's time to silence that dangerous tongue of yours."Pablo's eyes widened. They were here to kill him before he could reveal the truth.
His heart pounded in his chest as he realized the gravity of the situation. If he died now, the lie would continue, and Gloria would be in grave danger, unaware of the real threat that stalked her.
But Pablo was not without power. He might be old, but his magic still coursed through him, ancient and potent. With a flick of his wrist, the room filled with light, and the figure staggered back, momentarily blinded.
It gave him just enough time to reach for the amulet around his neck,a relic of the Blood Moon Wolf, one he had kept hidden for centuries.
It was the key to revealing the truth."You won't silence me that easily," Pablo said, his voice steady despite the fear gnawing at him. "The truth will come out.
The Thunder Snail god won't win this time."The assassin regained their composure, lunging forward with supernatural speed. Pablo summoned a barrier of light, but he could feel his strength waning. He was too old for this.
The years had taken their toll, and though he had magic, his body was failing him.As the assassin broke through his defenses, Pablo knew he wouldn't survive the night. But he didn't need to.
He had prepared for this. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a small crystal, already glowing with energy. With a final incantation, he sent it hurtling through the air, disappearing into the ether.It would reach Gloria.
She would know the truth.The assassin's blade plunged into Pablo's chest, and he gasped, the pain sharp and overwhelming. His vision blurred, but as the world faded around him, he smiled.
The truth was out there now. The prophecy had been misread, but Gloria would know the real threat, the Thunder Snail god, not the Evil Immortal.
Pablo fell to the floor, his blood pooling around him, but his heart was at peace. He had done his part. The council would hear of his death soon, but by then, it would be too late for the Thunder Snail god to cover his tracks.
Gloria would be ready.The truth would rise again with the Blood Moon.