Far away from the great empire of Serene, and outside the capital city, lies a powerful imperial palace in a remote and majestic location.
Between those dark walls of the palace was a throne room. And in that throne room, lies a gigantic throne, with its body looking like it was made from the scales of a dragon.
And on it, sitting majestically, was the king. A king who seemed greatly bored, as he had his jaw on his knuckles, which rested upon the throne's arm.
The throne room was dead silent, tension in the air. The council members in the room had lost their voices as their eyes remained cast to the floor.
The cold eyes of the king calmly roamed the room. And each time they passed a member by, the member would shudder greatly. Who could blame them? For the eyes of the great king remained as freezing and deadly as they could remember.
This was something even their ancestors could testify of from their graves.
The name, Torak, had become a legend and a mystery to the whole world. Even in the human world, his name lies within the pages of history books in libraries.
The ruthless and powerful emperor who had lived long, longer than it was ever possible.
Torak, the one who takes a step and all must cower in fear. The one who no one can face. None has, none ever will.
Every werewolf has heard of the great Torak, the last primordial werewolf who has been ruling them for a thousand years now. His name was whispered in fear, a warning to beware the darkness that lurked within.
Many believed the king to be blessed and at the same time, cursed.
That's right, the rumors of him being cursed by the moon goddess herself have spread through all generations that have passed him by.
Many heard these rumors from their own ancestors who believed the ruthless king was blessed to be an immortal, but cursed to never have a mate, nor an heir. The king ruled with great power in his hold, but with no partner, not even an heir. He ruled alone.
And for many years that have passed, the werewolves hadn't set their eyes on this king. The king seemed bored and tired of his rule that he wished no more to see his subjects. For he remained in the shadows, seated on his throne, now like an entity and a tale being told to the little ones. But he remains as cold as ever, with an unforgettable aura of chaos and danger. It seemed to be true when they heard about how he had searched for ways to die, but he couldn't find any.
Everyone believed he was cursed by Selene as punishment, because of his ruthless past actions and cold heart. According to legends, they have heard of how very wicked he was, and had driven everyone crazy. How he claimed the throne forcefully from the hands of his brother, the crown prince, and had wiped the blood of many from his claws and sword along the line.
Including his entire family. They all heard how he ruthlessly slaughtered his own family, who were the only primordial werewolves created in the world. And now, he remains the last primordial existing.
It is said that before the reign of the king, there was serious bloodshed as well as the legendary blood battle after.
King Torak coldly glanced at the council members in his presence as he lazily opened his mouth to speak, his jaw still on his knuckles.
"What is it you ask for?"
His voice was deep, a low rumble with coldness and mystery radiating from it. His tone was calm, but it didn't reduce the tension and fear swelling inside the men who stood before him.
"Y-Y-Your majesty… w-we are asking i-if you might consider h-having a queen?" one of the three members, who were brave enough to step out, stuttered endlessly.
The soulless eyes of the king slowly widened just as he glanced at the men in utter surprise. The council members saw his surprised look and almost peed in their pants thinking they had said something forbidden in his presence. They were warned not to ever make mention of what had just come out of their mouths before the king.
Now they were in his presence, shaking so much that their legs almost gave out. May the heavens help them.
But the king suddenly smirked, a quizzical amusement filling his face as his lips pulled into a broad smile.
He leaned forward, while still seated on his throne. The wry grin played on his lips, a fold appearing in between his brows as they furrowed.
"How bold."
The men began to tremble as soon as they heard him.
"Why, isn't this the first time you've said anything that has sparked my interest?"
The way Torak grinned was always frightening. Like a devil smiling whilst carving something malevolent in his head in just under seconds. It would be stupid of them to ever think something wasn't awaiting them.
He leaned back on his throne, staring at them with his unwelcoming smile.
"Perhaps I shall reward you?"
The men's hearts skipped a beat hearing those words, the only rewards they'd seen the king give people always had beheading in them. And they knew one of their heads would surely be rolling down this hall…
They glanced at themselves whilst feeling their own necks as they shivered from the horrible thought.
"Y-Your majesty, y-you don't have to d-do that. W-We d-don't deserve your k-kindness," the fat one among them stammered, hoping the king would find them worthless to be rewarded.
However, color drained from their faces the instant they heard his next words.
"Nonsense. I insist."
He then snapped his fingers and a servant immediately came in and left the room. The members watched the servant leave the room, knowing fully well that whatever he was bringing back would take them early to their graves.
The king looked at them, trembling before him and held their gazes as he frowned with the scary smile still on his face.
"You will take my gift. Won't you?"
The men gulped, before slowly nodding their heads.
"Good," he said, eyeing them.
Then, the giant doors opened, and the servant rolled in a big box.
The men turned and when their eyes caught a trail of blood on the body of the bronze chest, they could already see their lives flash before their eyes.
And the worst part was they couldn't even kneel and plead for their lives. That was what the king hated the most.
They knew they just had to accept their fate.
The servant took the chest to the front of the king and the men, and waited for his order. Torak leaned back on his chair, supporting his jaw with his hand, before gesturing his hand.
The men immediately closed their eyes and began praying for their beheading to be quick so they wouldn't feel the pain. All the members in the room quietly shook their heads, wishing them goodbye in their minds.
The men heard the clicking noise of the chest opening, followed by the rotten smell of blood.
"Open your eyes." Torak demanded, displeased with their eyes being closed.
The men gulped once more before opening their eyes and looking at the king, not daring to look down at the box.
Torak slightly stretched his hand, the wry amusement returning to his face as if he was enjoying the expressions that displayed on their faces.
"Behold. Your reward," he said.
The men were shaking so much, they could almost pass out as they reluctantly looked down, and they froze.