Mathias (#1 The Chronicles of the Demon Wolf)

His hands roamed her body, leaving burning sensation on her skin. She moans. She breathes heavily. Eyes closed. Two bodies entwined in such a heated moment. Moving in sync. Her body arches in his embrace as she reaches the peak of her pleasure.

A few minutes later, he watches as she gets out of the bed naked heading towards the table where two glasses of wine are rested. She grabs one of the glasses and takes a small sip of the taste red fluid into her body. The warmth of the fireplace brings comfort to as she knows this warmth is nothing compared to the Underworld. She glances at her reflection in the mirror.

“Such a fragile little thing...” she speaks, glancing down on her own body reflection. “All those years she spent crafting these creatures, she created them to be fragile.”

“Your physical body couldn’t be located,” Arthur replies, looking at her.

The reddish-orange colour of the flame reflected on her porcelain skin. Since the Goddess of Death took refuge in Chelsea’s body, her skin colour turned paler than before.

“She must have hidden it somewhere else,” she says. “It’s my sister we’re talking about. She knew this day would come and yet none of her children come down here to stop it from happening. This meat suit...it does have a strange power... I can’t seem to pinpoint this strange feeling I’m having since I entered this body.” she turns to him. “You must’ve known something about this body.”

Arthur gets out of the bed—grabbing his robe before walking to his study desk where several books were left opened. “Perhaps you’ve heard of the great prophecy of the demon wolf.” he flips several pages of the book and shows it to her.

“So, this body is the first demon wolf?”

He shakes his head. “That’s the ninth demon wolf.”

She grins. “That’s interesting considering everyone was against it.” She runs her hands on her body and a black dress begins to materialize, covering her nakedness. “I guess I just have to find out the true potential of this demon wolf.”

She walks out to the patio, looking up to the night sky. Her heart beats softly. For millennia, her sister lived in the glory while she was thrown into the darkness. The darkness was one scary place, but she grew used to it. In fact, she kind of liking it. It helped her focus on the plan to take down her sister once and for all.

“The Knights of Death...” she pauses. “...disbanded...supposedly. I still could sense their presence. It’s lingering in the darkness. No goal. No home. No leader. And my children of the Underworld are left unloved...”

She makes a certain movement pattern with her fingers before a purple smoke begins to accumulate around it. The smoke turned into a solid spear before it shoots up to the sky and explodes. Thunders and lightning begin. Arthur leans against the doorframe, arms crossed his chest as he watches a lightning strikes the front yard of the castle. The entire place quakes and the ground begins to split into two, slowing pulling apart from each other. Monstrous noises come from the split as lava flows at the bottom of the split.

She grins evilly, biting her plump red lips in temptation. The monstrous noises sound like a true lullaby to her ears that she had missed for millennia. One by one monster of the Underworld starts to climb out of the split. These are the sinners, damned to be monsters for eternity. Each form of the monsters is the reflection of the sins they’ve committed when they were alive.

Now, they are just nothing but rotten flesh, oozing blood and crazy thirst for blood. They are beyond description. A true nightmare to the living.

Stefano watches his wife, Adeline, lying on the hospital bed. With everything that is going on, she had to be put into a coma to preserve her life for as long as it could until the world is back in order. Without a pure energy from the Heart, everyone of the supernatural world would remain affected. He prays silently knowing he went against his Mother’s order. He’s an Angel after all. He mustn’t interfere with the matters of life and death. He was only the messenger. Now, he’s a traitor to his own Mother.

“You shouldn’t think much, brother,” Joshua stands by the window.

His brown-shade wings folded behind his back and turned into a full-length coat. Joshua’s right hand holding a black cane with gold symbol of the Legion of Angel. Just like every other Angel in the Legion, he has his own task. His task is the General of the Legion. All Angels are under his command during the time of war. Other than that, he’s just guarding the Kingdom of the Moon Goddess.

“You’ve heard my pray,” Stefano mumbles, refusing to take his eyes off his wife.

“Everyone heard your pray, brother.” Joshua stands by the bed, looking at his brother’s wife.

“Nobody is going to answer the pray of a traitor.”

“Her time is yet to come.” Joshua hits the end of his cane on the floor once. “Come brother. I must show you something.”

The scenery around them changing into a glass room. But, it’s not just a room. It’s the view of the world from the sky. This is what Joshua called The Eye. Every Angel has their own The Eye except for Stefano as he didn’t live in the Kingdom.

Joshua stands in the middle of the room, looking at Stefano. “Tell me, brother. What do you see?”

With a small hand movement, Stefano fast-forward the view. This room is like a video. It could be fast forward, rewind, paused, and zoomed but it could not fast forward the time movement. Whatever happens in the future, the Eyes could not see it. Only the Moon Goddess knows the future.

Stefano shifts the view between the world of the living and the dead. Then, he realizes one horrifying truth. Opening the Pandora Box—the box where the Goddess of Death was being kept for millennial has its consequences on the world of the living. She was not supposed to be in the world of the living because of her deadly power brought death everywhere she went. That was why she was sent to the world of the dead. More importantly, the Underworld. That is the final destination of the sinners. Either they’re turning into the Soul Eaters of the world of the dead or becoming a monster in the Underworld.

“They don’t have enough power to go into a battle against these,” Stefano says to Joshua who in returned, nods to him. “I must speak to Mother, Joshua.”

The brother shakes his head. “It’s impossible.”

“Why?”

“She does not want to be disturbed at the moment.”

“Is she going to let the world perished just like that?!” Stefano fumes.

With one flap of Joshua’s wings, Stefano’s back crashed against the wall of The Eye. Joshua’s eyes bore into his own. Flashbacks begin to happen before Stefano’s eyes. No, they weren’t flashbacks. They’re the future.

“We do not interfere what has been written, brother,” Joshua says sternly.

True, the Angels are not here to reshape the world like how they wanted it to be. The Angels are only the Guardians. Their job is to guide the people. Not reshaping or rewriting the fate of those they are guiding. But Stefano still could not understand it. The end was never been this close. He saw it first before anyone else. She showed it to him. This isn’t how it supposed to end. Then it makes him thinking. Is she allowing the world to end just because she doesn’t want to fight her own sister? They need each other even though one of them was locked up. Both of their presence keep the world balance.

A loud thunder explodes around them. Joshua quickly controls The Eye to see what’s going on. He moves the Eye as fast as he could, searching for a specific place until it stopped at the castle. There, he sees her—The Goddess of Death in her demon wolf vessel. There is a reason why her real vessel was never been revealed. She was already strong enough in her real vessel. Now, she’s even stronger in the vessel of a demon wolf.

“She opened a rift that connects the Underworld to the world of the living,” Joshua says even though he knows Stefano knows what’s going on.”

“With the corrupted Heart, the fate is on her side.” Stefano turns to face his brother. “I must to Mother no matter what the cost. This isn’t how the supernatural world should end.”

Joshua gives him an apologetic look. “That’s the thing, brother. Mother is not here.”

“Then, where is she?”

“You know where she is...you know who she is…” Joshua pauses. “At least, I know the good half of her...but you…” he pauses again. “...you know both halves of her.” Joshua steps closer to Stefano who remains frozen on the spot. “You know the Goddess of Death is Mother’s evil half.”