Chapter 181: His Awakening
She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Just yesterday she wouldn’t have looked twice at them, but now being separated from her body, from him. Her mind and heart were clearing up.
They started to twist and twitch on the ground before sitting straight up and rising from the ground.
They had fangs to long for their mouths. Eyes the color of the blackest night, empty and dead inside.
The sound that left their mouth was spine chilling and blood freezing. It pierced through her ears like a dart; however, her body didn’t flinch, but she did internally.
"I am pleased to present, your army my queen. His words dripped with sarcasm, even though he meant every word.
The longer he looked at her, the more he saw Lilith in her.
The Lilith he knew.
The Lilith he fell in love with.
The Lilith that left him and betrayed him.
How could two different people look so much alike. They had the same pink hair, the same pink eyes. The same air of confidence about them. Yet they were so different. This girl didn’t question enough, and his Lilith questioned everything, she defiant. Wrath wrapped in satin.
He shook the thought from his mind.
That Lilith was long gone, maybe never even existed. The Lilith that stood with that sly bastard was not the same Lilith.
She couldn’t be.
And he took solace in that.
Even now, she was his weakness. Looking at the girl he possessed, chained by his threads of darkness. He was reminded of that.
Reminded of the fresh betrayal of seeing her with another man, racked his mind with anger.
He took control of his distracted thoughts and brought them back to where they should be. Focused on building his army.
Ezelreth needed to gather more. The rogue king would make his way to Ezelreth. He always did.
How convenient the pack he seeked to destroy was the same pack both of his favorite new chess pieces wanted destroyed.
Three birds with one stone. He was pleased at how easy fate had made things for him. Almost as if fate itself was on his side.
Things were working out the way he’d planned.
Ezelreth spent thousands of years locked in a stupid stone, buried deep in a snowy mountain, where no one would find him. He was stuck in a timeless dimension where nothing moved. In place with nothing but his own thoughts.
Until... One day an injured shifter hybrid stumbled on to his mountain. His pain and anger called to him, awakening him from his frozen state inside the stone. It brought his consciousness to the surface.
This hybrids loss and agony was delicious.
Ezelreth fed on the pain, giving him the strength to call out to the lone hybrid bleeding to death on the mountain.
"Do you wish for vengeance?" his voice low, buried deep beneath the surface.
The hybrid lone wolf looked up, eyes scanning the mountain, searching for where the voice originated from.
But found nothing. The hybrid thought he was hallucinating, the fear and paranoia he felt only fed Ezelreth more. Strengthening him.
Ezelreth said again, "Do you wish for vengeance?"
The hybrid looked around, but this time answered. "Yes."
"I can help you." Ezelreth’s voice carried through the mountain. His darkness called out to the vampire that dwelled within this hybrid.
And for the first time ever the hybrid felt a deep connection to something.
"The darkness in you, that you fear, don’t. Feed it." Ezelreth whispers encouraged.
"But that’s what got me here. That Darkness in me. It cost me everything." The hybrid howled.
"No, it was those who hurt you, who threw you away. That darkness in you brought you to me, I am Ezelreth, the DarkSon, and the creator of vampires and demons." Ezelreth spoke with authority, even lacking access to the world, traveling between dimensions, his voice carried an air of controlled command around it. "That half of you, the one you pretend doesn’t exist, that is the very best part of you, my son."
The hybrid couldn’t believe his ears. The screaming wind must be faking him out.
No one knew about his mother’s lineage. No one knew she was a half vampire. It was a secret he kept to himself after she died, and he met his wolf. Jester, Jes for short.
He joined his father’s pack the BloodMoon Pack. He had learned magic from her; she was half vampire and half witch. He gained her ability to cast with spells, and his special ability was manipulation. He could weave false thoughts in someone’s mind.
His gifts were considered dark gifts, and when they were discovered, he was ripped from his family.
’Theron, you are charged with practicing dark magic and are exiled to live as a rogue in the waste lands.’ King Cyrus’s command still rang in his ears.
He did want vengeance.
"This isn’t real? This is a trick. Has to be." Theron the hybrid rogue said to himself. Grabbing at his hair crouched in snow, cold and shivering.
"No trick, your darkness calls to me, free me and I will get you your vengeance." Ezelreth’s whisper carried in the wind.
"How do I free you?" Theron asked.
"I need energy, I feed on souls. Bring me souls, help me strengthen." Ezelreth started "You will summon my father, the witch in you can do that. It can summon a god."
"You want me to summon a god? Artemis would never come for some lowlife like me." Theron said.
Ezelreth roared with deep laughter, nearly shaking snow off the mountain.
"Not Artemis, that worthless bitch. Her better. Cerberus, the God of Darkness and Death. He will find me a worthy vessel. He will instruct you on what you need."
"You still want me to summon a god. I can’t do that. I don’t have nearly enough power to cast that kind of magic." Theron confessed.
"You can if I am here. Bring the summoning materials and a soul."