PART 1: CHAPTER 7

CHAPTER 7

IT BEGAN

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Apollo stood now In the presence of Zeus awaiting his punishment for speaking against him.

His eyes held no fear because he felt none. No punishment could make him regret standing up for his friend.

"Your son Lucius has been cast down to earth and his heart taken away." Zeus began, causing a chill to run down the heart of Oceania.

Apollo moved closer to the throne not believing his ears. "What did you say?!"

"Not to worry, he is still immortal but with him Is the dagger of the sun. Should he want to return one day all he has to do is extinguish himself." Zeus shrugged.

"But, then again all he will know will be earth. He won't even remember you. He will be an outcast, a blood sucker, and you Apollo will live everyday of your life with the knowledge that you are the reason your son will forever hunt for blood in loneliness." He laughed.

"You cannot do this!" Apollo growled, rushing to Zeus with the intention to angrily tackle him down, but Zeus being a stronger god shoved him to the wall with a single breathe.

"I have already done it. However, the sun will never hurt your son." Zeus said, laughing heartily. "After all he is still your son."

So it began.

Lucius found himself on earth, and in the arms of a lovely couple in years so ancient in time. When earth was still healthy and people lived in cottages made of wood and grasses.

When there were villages clustered with people going about in their businesses, not minding much about the things that Lurked beyond.

The childless couple had loved Lucius like he was their very own son. While ignoring his obvious differences to the other children in their little village. Alaska.

Lucius had eyes as golden as the sun, and lips as crimson as blood. His hair was tainted with purple and the black of it was as dark as an Abyss. He was simply beautiful and he grew more in beauty.

Thus, afraid of what he might truly be and what the villagers might think of him, for people feared what they did not understand and seek to destroy the beauty which isn't theirs to behold, his parents hid him in their cot protecting him from the outside world.

They were a poor family, but they were happy and the farm they tilled served as food and revenue for them.

Lucius was a hardworking young lad.  From the age of eight, he had done most of the tilling and harvesting on the couples farm, working like a god who never tires nor slumbers.

His parents loved him for it and knew then that he was something extraordinary. So they guarded him even more jealousy.

Lucius was aware that he did not belong to the couple, for even if they hadn't voiced it out to him, the differences were obvious. So he worked hard to please them.

They had problems like every other family, but none that Lucius could not solve until the night of his eighteenth birthday where he was induced into a great slumber by a force stronger than the winds of the earth.

The next morning Lucius had woken up to meet the body of his dead parents on the wooden floor of their small room.

He had screamed out so loud with all the anger and rage he felt that the entire village heard of his pain. They not only heard of it. They felt it.

Lucius went on a killing spree wiping out the hundreds of people in the small village of Alaska. He didn't care who had murdered his parents. He wanted every one to suffer for it.

It was his day of transitioning into a vampire, a knowledge he lacked that day, but soon possessed.

By nighttime, he was drenched in blood. His eyes had taken a reddish sheen to it, they looked like fresh blood.

He buried his parents at the back of the cottage and flew away from the village without changing his blood stained clothes.

Decades and Centuries past but the rage he had felt that night never left him. Even though he had built a Kingdom in the heart of Oceania the town which his mother had spoken to him about when he was little, his anger did not dissipate.

His mother had said the town was filled with magic and in his innocent mind he had believed her.

He believed her even more because he had seen with his own eyes the magic which the town possessed.

Witches and Wolves existed things that possessed strength that humans in their multitudes could not.

However, amongst them he was the greatest, the most powerful and hence was referred to as, The king of all Kings.