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Davon/Damon
Werewolf realm
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In a far away kingdom, a circular fortification stands over a few kilometres with different patrol stations in duty. Inside, houses engineered out of rocks stand circling  a castle in the middle. This last one is protected by a dense forest behind and a circular fortification with entrances heavily guarded monitoring any entry in or out.

Was it to keep the ennemis out or to keep the people in? Some would wonder.

Inside the main tower, a ragged man with pulsing vains and an animalistic sound screams his lungs out.
"You had people over! Without my consent!".

He punches Damon in the stomach. Seeing no reaction, he punched his chin. A few teeth come off. Both of them are breathing heavily one out of rage and the second out of physical pain.

Damon doesn't let a sound get out. His wolf is weak but their will is not. Just like him, his wolf is stubborn. Davon was a beast with no mercy, but Damon knew how to handle him.

The visit Damon received earlier that week was unexpected, but rewarding in so many ways. He received news from his daughter. Best of all, he sent instructions. He knew now that the plan was in motion. All his suffering wasn't in vain.

For years, fear harvested in his gut. He got scared for a while that Isabella, his wife, would get things her way sentencing this realm into slavery. Isabella was so scared to come back that she would do anything to prevent anyone from getting across the portals. It was surprising that she hadn't done so after he was captured.

Their last years on this side as a family of three was a nightmare. Starting with the king falling sick, to Davon making his way up to the throne and Damon losing all power and becoming a traitor to the kingdom.

They flew out of the kingdom at the nick of time, taking their precious daughter back with them and avoiding getting caught.

Holding a groan, Damon keeps himself from reacting to the beating Davon is giving him. It would  only make it last longer, his soul finds lust in blood. He's learned his lesson over the past six years. Damon hates it, but it's part of the game if he wants to remain alive.

Davon smirks and walks back.

"I don't know, who is still on your side after so long." He bends to look at my body from another angle. "You are pathetic, who would want you back? Perhaps your whore of a wife!"
He pulls up a hand-full bunch of hair, in a swift movement Davon is standing and lifting Damon crippled body to his height.

Damon muscles stretch cracking under the movement crippled after sitting for so long in that torture chair. His spinal cord finds some release from its initial position. One can find so little joy in such a disastrous circumstances.

The king claps his hands.

Servants come in, stripped me regardless of my injuries still bleeding they do what they were order to do. Cold Water is splashed over me, followed by soap.

Damon hissed and Davon laughed. The soap is burning the open injuries and a smell of decay filled the air. With all the wolfsbane in his system, Damon has lost his healing ability. His wounds had been untreated making his body rot making a feast for insects.

"Come-on ! Don't tell me taking a shower is torture for You. Such a wimp!" He laugh with contempt.

Followed by another blast of cold water, Damon bits his inner cheek but was too late to act letting a groan escape.

Davon laughs hysterically.
"I forgot to tell you, I added a little extra." He laughs again, "It should prevent you from doing anything stupid."

Then, a-shot is given to his tight and a collar is added to his neck. Davon is taking him out of the main tower.

Pulled by Davon, Damon's throat contracts. He has been reduced to a dog on a leash for everyone to look at naked and wounded. His days as the renowned  right hand for his majesty were long forgotten. With Guards posted left and right, Damon walks with his fragile and crooked body behind the king.

Davon jumps to his horse. He doesn't use cars since his father died. He firmly believes that the kingdom should embrace the old ways. He wants to live like our ancestors did, he should have absolute power feared by all and recognized as the closest thing to a god.

The horse, stands on his rear legs. It's bleeding on the sides. Davon is to show his power to all. The horse runs, Damon falls unable to keep up with the wolfsbane in his system, Al, his wolf won't come to aid him.

Pulled mercilessly, his body is severely scorched but the rocks on the ground. Finally, he took a break at the gate. Damon tries to get up, but his vision is wincing. He gathers the remaining energy in his veins.

"Como-on" Damon, smiled. "People have gathered for you!"

Finally standing , he pulled his head high and walked with further assistance. Naked bathed in blood and dirt, this is a reminder to all. This is what is to be expected to any one who might oppose him. He will live a living hell. The blood and seed of a which and an wolf is sacred for his devious plans, but the body isn't.

People gasp and cry, Others hide the eyes of their kids' eyes. They are not used to witnessing this violence. Keep like sheep inside the gates, they are unaware of the ugliness of the kingdom. They are the pure breeds and are kept from harm, they are pampered while others don't have such luck.

Some people in the crowd throw rocks at me, they spit and scream names at me, the traitor. They are happy with what was given to them and accept their fate. They breed in exchange for luxury and peace. They work the jobs chosen for them, earning better job opportunities and have slaves to torture as they please.

Others scream and join the loud crowd. Perhaps they mean it, perhaps it's just a make believe. Sometimes it's better not to stand out and this is one of those moments. Those might be submissive only to survive, but their will is at a flip of a coin. They just need a reason strong enough to fight for what is right.

Finally there are those who throwing a piece of meat hidden between the debris. They are against this new ruler, but they know that they can't do a thing against him. Damon eats a piece regardless of the taste. If the food is poisoned he or she will be likely killed while freeing him from his shackles. For as much as he would like to die, his will isn't strong enough to look for it. There is always someone or something reminding him that he is not alone. His energy level seems to picked. Someone added an extra potion to his meal. There are good people out there. Some remember him and what he tried to achieve for them.

Davon pulls him again making Damon faltered and fall. Davon kept the horse walking, the collar choked Damon's neck, but he didn't fought against it. After all, Davon wants him alive. Hadn't he wished him to live, he would had been dead by now. Davon is just toying with his will again. He wants Damon to react, but he knows it well and he wouldn't give him that satisfaction.

Damon clenched his teeth.
Davon laughs "oups!" And slows down again letting him get on his feet, he used the momentum to grab another piece of meat on the ground hiding it between his hands.

He turns around and looks at me.
"Tired princess!" He laughed again. "Don't worry, your carriage awaits."
He then turned his back.

Damon's legs are bruised and his muscles ached due to the la k of exercise. Every day, he sat in the iron throne only to be put in a tiny cage at the end of the day. The only moment he can stand was when he was being tortured or taken to the breeding facility.

This time, he didn't pull, but Damon faltered. His legs were giving up, sloppily he regained his balance and breathed heavenly. He was out of breath. His body wouldn't carry him much longer, but he fought against himself walking forward one leg at a time. This was his battle, he could own this moment. He just needed to keep going forward.

Someone thew water at him. Damon gasped out of shock. Many more followed, some were filled with odd smells and piss.
The king laughed at the smell.

Damon  stank but am one of them had something add up. His legs hurt less. He was tempted to look around, but couldn't. He wouldn't risk finding that person and getting him in trouble.

His heart ached, even now. Some of those people were rooting out for him. He wouldn't die. For his wife, for his kids for the people. The day would come. The day someone would come for him. That day Davon would fall and another ruler would take his place.

He was going to live through that and witness his downfall.

He is pulled by his restrains. They are at the end of the crowded street. He made it. A cage awaited him, he is tossed inside. The silver bars burned his skin. Quickly, Damon got on his fourths over the straw. The cage was so small that he could only fit sit or lay in a ball.

His collar was withdrawn as pointy silver spears pointed toward him as they did.

He felt helpless, but couldn't help the feeling growing inside him. After all these years, they still feared his strength.  One day he would use that to his advantage.

For now, he made a nest with the straw and rolled on his side. Finishing the remain food in his hands, he closed his lids. He would sleep for a few minutes before waking with his skin burning. He knew that well, but he would at least be free to dream and hope.

For this time, he had hope.

Annie was alive, she was looking for him, she would come and all hell would break loose.

Annie, his daughter.

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This was the opening into volume two.

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