Vengeance of The Broken Lycan Prince [BL]
Chapter 266: Zaffuto Shuten Hinata, The Horror of Monsters

Chapter 266: Zaffuto Shuten Hinata, The Horror of Monsters

[ZULA]

[One Hundred and Fifty Years Ago]

For each day the sun rose in the realm, there was never an ounce of joy on any of the faces alive. There was never a chance to make life better. There was never a trial of what life was meant to be. Instead, there was only fear; paralyzing fear.

They feared him and they were right to do that. The man who never lived in the shadows, the man who never cared to look back at the damage he had done. He was the man who didn’t give a shit about anyone, save for the Lycan Lord beside him.

Many assumed he was in love with his Lord, but no one was brave enough to ask the right questions, because it was impossible to get the chance. He was always around and yet so far from everything. Humanity was the greatest flaw, he had always insisted.

And he shut it off, reigning terror on the realm that was supposed to be home to many. No one knew what was right and wrong. No one understood the difference between living and leaving. There was never a place to leave; never a place to live in.

Oh, he had made certain of that.

He was a monster. Not the good kind. Never the understandable kind.

He was bad. So bad that monsters lived in pure horror because of him. Monsters who knew what it meant to reign terror on others. Monsters whose only desire was to make the realm unlivable. He scared the shit out of them.

He had a lot of monsters answering to him. Hell, he was the king of the largest fleet of beastly monsters. The beasts who knew nothing of humanity. Beasts who lived to serve him, and please him, even if they hated him.

They wanted him gone, one too many times. They despised everything that had taken away every ounce of humanity in him. They hated what had turned him into this hell, but no one knew where the genesis was. Not even those who stood fairly close to him.

He was the worst of the midnight moon’s creation, and he knew it. He thrived in it. He reigned in the terror he spread. He was the greatest hunter. The man everyone was not sure was even a man anymore.

He was an abomination. That was the only thing they could spell of him. It was easier that way because abominations were never faced head-on. Abominations were never reasoned with. And they were right. He was an animal. The worst of them all.

He was everything life and death despised. He was never a coward, never the man who would be gotten rid of. He was never the bastard that anyone could openly care about. Perhaps because no one, in their right mind, would ever care for him.

There were nights when he howled into the night, before his sinister laughter followed, a reminder that he murdered so many in the night. It was routine for him. To pick random targets to kill in the most inhumane of ways.

He never cared for the consequences. How could he, when there never were consequences he could ever face? Even the midnight moon was unsure of what to make of his existence. He was a fault in the endless sea of stars.

It’s tempting to think of him as a star; because he was the man that shone in the darkness. Only because he made sure everyone’s life was dark. He didn’t understand what love could ever be, not that he cared to explore.

The wolves had rallied against him once, and he had burned half of the entire werewolf race. They had tried to mess with him, and their kin had paid the price. It was the worst massacre since the beginning of all creation.

He had ruined an entire race by splitting it in half. He had ruined them and made sure they knew it was him who had done that. He made sure to show up at the mass funerals. He hated them for being weak. For never matching him.

He hated everyone who stared at him, and those who got unlucky enough to cough in his presence, managed to choke on their blood and die, while they kept rotting on the inside. They never really got to die, because death was a mercy he didn’t know of.

For him, everyone was a spawn in the long game. No one knew what he was made of, or what he meant to anyone. No one ever remembered what life was like before he was born. Others made up stories to justify his rage.

He was always angry, always psychotic. Always killing. Always, always ruining everything touched. He was never the one on the receiving end. Never the one who had anything to hold onto. And with a race torn into half, he didn’t stop.

He kept at it. Ruining the other races. Tearing down his own people too. The beasts of Kawai were tamed by the beast that reigned over them. He was the one thing that kept them from exploring their abilities.

He was a formidable foe and a ruthless master. He was what life should not have been made of. Many who saw him, never got to tell the story of what happened to them. Their bodies would later on be found at their doors, with traces of his unique teeth in their hearts.

He was the darkness that the fates were terrified of. They had created a Lycan to keep justice, and yet there was never justice. Just murder. They had truly come up with the worst of all abominations... The kind that only a mother could love.

It was interesting at first when people swarmed his mother and sister. Trying to seek help from them. They tried to use his family for his humanity. But how humane could he get, when his mother was the devil herself?

Those who went to seek mercy never returned home. They never got to say goodbye. Instead, they ended up as subjects for his mother’s spells. Subjects to make him stronger. His mother was obsessed with his powers.

And she made sure to keep her son safe.

Immortality always had its limits, but he was limitless. He was boundless. There was never a weapon that could ever hurt him. Never a blade that could cut through his skin. He never bled. He never shed tears.

He was a powerful shell of what humanity was supposed to be like. He could have been the protector. Their savior from the horrors of the realm, and yet he managed to be what every savior ran from.

No one was heroic enough to come and face him. Because they knew. They knew he was never the man to make a deal with. He has never been the man who understood life. Never the man with anything to hold onto.

Perhaps that was because he was nothing close to a man.

He was a beast.

The Lycan Lord he had taken a liking to, was powerful enough to talk him down sometimes, but never strong enough to stop him from his next massacre. And eventually, the kind Lord joined him, like friends on a hunt.

The terror they reigned was endless. They were nothing close to the kindness in his Lord’s heart. Many who interacted with the Lord, expected death and horror. But most of them managed to get home.

They managed to not suffer like the man who was terrorizing them always did. And he did understand what his Lord was doing. Strangely enough, he didn’t care. He just let his Lord do what he did. Besides, humanity was a myth to him.

But was it, when he cared about his Lord? When he ensured no one would ever hurt his Lord? When he forced his mother to cast a protection spell around his Lord? Was it when he almost... almost lived, for his Lord?

Maybe it was an illusion. A trial of day and night. A test of the stars in the night sky. A temptation at the station that knew nothing of home and life. But would it ever matter, when he was the commander of death?

Perhaps that was all it would ever be, because the fates had failed, again. They had tried to connect him to humanity, and yet they had managed to fail spectacularly. It was crazy, what he had turned into, and yet he wasn’t bothered by it.

He lived and drowned himself in the blood of his enemies and allies. Then again, who the fuck were his allies supposed to be when he was the most wicked beast who ever lived? When they always associated his name with fear?

For years, no one spoke of his name, because it had gotten lost in the horrors that he forced people to go through. All they saw was blood and flesh, along with a breath that shouldn’t have been given. It was pathetic, truly, because he was unkillable.

He was a psycho who could fry brains with just a smile on his face. He was the devil at each table, even when he never joined the tables that spoke of him. He was the shadow of every life around him, and perhaps that was why the fates gave him HER.

She was something he could lose. Someone that had to mean something, for life to slow down. And perhaps it was not the best idea. Because she may have made him a better person, but she loved every bit of his evil.

And that made him worse than he had been before.

Zaffuto Shuten Hinata was the monster monsters were afraid of.

Until he almost lost her the first time.

And he became the monster the fates & deities bowed before.

But he wasn’t done just yet.

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