My life is difficult for those who don't comprehend. My life isn't a very happy tale that I prefer to discuss, and there are very few or little who accept my tale as the truth than another lie or scheme to get them killed. I never take pride in what I did, I infact regret some of the mistakes I've done... I can no longer live the comfortable life I use to have If I did have a comfortable life that is...

My life started when I was born. I never knew my mother when I was able to walk, or move, or see. She wasn't there for me at my first seconds of birth. I had no clue what happened to her at the time, and when my father explained it to me, he couldn't tell me simply since he had to go through a few steps in order for me to understand that I wasn't like most pups with their nice cozy mothers and their wonderful fathers My mother had died. My father told me she died at child birth, that she never recovered from birth. I now know that this was a lie... But back then, I was stupid. I was weak. I was dependable on my father's den as my only home. One day when I was strong enough to walk around, when I had a good immune system and a well amount of health, I received great beatings from my father. Me, being the stupid self I was, led myself to believed that I was the reason why he was hurting me. That without me, if I didn't exist, then maybe my mother would've still been alive and my father would've stopped thinking about her death. Because of my father's beatings, I was always seen as an outcast by my pack. Everyone ignored me, mainly because of the hideous scars I obtained from my merciless dad. My dad used the excuse that I was a bad boy, and that I was always off and about somewhere always causing trouble for something and getting myself covered in scars because of it. I would've objected to the lie he said to our pack, but something inside of me held it back. It was fear. It was fear of what everyone would've thought if my father was vile enough to hit his own innocent son. I was, and still am, a coward of everything I confront. I could've ended my father's life, I could've been normal, I could've lived the happy life I've always yearned on. Finally, after a few years of being with my disgustingly malicious father, I finally, Finally, finally, finally decided what was best for me. And that having a dead mate was no excuse to hurt your own son. I wanted to leave him. I wanted to leave him and go off, I wanted to run as far as possible, I wanted to run and scream freedom. I decided to make my escape at night, when the sun was down and when my father should be sleeping... Or so I thought

The mistakes I've gotten myself into cost me everything. It cost me my life, it cost me my pack, it cost me almost everything I held closely dear. I walked down the den, and started heading out until I heard some weak whisper. Startled, I turned my attention, scanning my eyes around the den, until I finally found what made the noise. But it wasn't who I wanted it to be. I was expecting it to be a squirrel of some sort, but it turned out it was my father. He came to me, asking me question like what was I doing. Why was I leaving? I told him why, I told him the simple truth, I didn't want to be with him anymore. He merely showed a few tears, and he sobbed on how terrible he was. On how he wished he could just take it back. Being the stupid pup I was, I came to him and comforted him, I ushered him with loving words. Big mistake. My father suddenly lashed out his paw and he stabbed me in the stomach. I screamed in sheer agony, I screamed as loud as I could, as I slumped to the floor. My breath was growing short, tears of pain were streaming down my eyes, I looked up at my father, who was now showing a evil, and twisted smile. I stared at him with shock, and I sputtered as I felt blood rolling off my mouth. "W-Why" I muttered, as I watched my father sharpen his claws. "W-Why?" I repeated, my eyes were slowly dropping half-way. My father only looked at me, still showing his proud evil smirk, as he spoke what I though was the cruelest answer ever. "Because you are as of no use to me..." If I had my conscious fully with me, I would've stared at him with confusion, but instead I showed him a dreamy look as I spat. "No more use?" My father nodded as he added. "I will tell you what really happened at your birth, what really happened when your mother died... If you live long enough to hear the story," what really happened? At first I was confused, but I held on to life. I held on to it as close as possible, only loosening my grip every minute or so. So I heard what really happened, as I slowly sat there dying, he told me everything. He told me that my mother was a lunatic. He told me that she was with child without him even knowing, he told me that I was an accident that wasn't meant to exist. But at the last minute, when he found out about his mate giving birth, he ran over to her side and finished her life instantly. But it was already too late; my mother had already given birth to a single child. Which happened to be me, the little confused pup that thought he was the reason why he mother wasn't alive. He was going to kill me, but he stopped himself when he thought I could be used as a punch bag. He had always been after the alpha position of his pack for a while, and he needed a dummy to help him test his techniques and fighting moves. As guessed, it succeeded. But, now that I was about to run from him, he supposed he was more than prepared for the alpha. And he decided to kill me instead of continuing our false relationship as father and son. After he finished, I can only tell you I was terrified. Oh, if only I had known, if only I had seen what he was trying to do to me Before my death, I made my last words. I made my last words with my final breath so carefully intact inside of me. I told him, thank you. Thank you for telling me the truth, instead of hiding it with another lie. I finally allowed myself to give in to death, as I felt my last breath give way

I finally woke up in darkness. The first thing that appeared to me was the glowing moon above me, the gently glowing moon that saw me and the troubles that I faced but yet did nothing about it I usually didn't look up at the moon, I thought it was jus some dumb floating rock in space. But, despite this, I watched it anyway. I felt a sort of calmness take over me as I watched it. It made me forget that I was dead; it made me forget about my past, and who I was. It made me feel ever so peaceful Even today, as I look up at it, I can still feel the calm sensation take over me once more. After I decided it was time to stop, and to get up and figure out what was going on, I wish I hadn't. As soon as I stopped, I remembered exactly why I was here; I remembered exactly what happened to me not so long ago. I discovered that I was far off from my den, and in the middle of our pack territory. How did I get there? I sat up and saw the reason why. I saw a crowd of wolves surrounding me, staring at me with wide eyes as they saw me. "H-He's alive!!!" One of them shouted, pointing at me. The rest of the wolves only stared at me like as if I was some type of paranoid freak. Then one of them had the guts to talk to me, and the words he spoke were horrid, it made me want to scream. "Your father is going to be so happy when he sees you alive and well, he was so sad when he heard you died. But now you're alive so it's going to be ok. Just recently, he just got rank of Alpha, isn't that wonder--" I couldn't hear anymore, I jumped up to my feet and shoved my way though out the crowd of wolves shouting. "SHUT UP!!! LEAVE ME ALONE!!!" I knew it wasn't polite, or the best thing to say, but I didn't care. I just wanted them to leave me alone.

Hearing the words 'father' started to sicken me, it insulted me

I was all alone for a few days, I learned out to enjoy my peaceful life as a ghost. And how I easily get along with things that mortals called prey kept me company. But one day, everything changed. I was alone when I felt a new emotion stir up inside of me. I never had this emotion until now; I had no clue what it was. But I loved it. I learned easily to love it, and it was wonderful. It was the greatest emotion I had ever felt in a long time. I knew for one thing it wasn't comfort or love, it was rage. It was hate. Oh it felt so good to feel something like this. But I had to take it out on someone, someone I wanted to take out a long time ago. My father. Oh the joy I was going to feel when I killed my own father, it was too good. So, when my father was asleep one night, I snuck in, and seized my father's life. But the rage didn't end there; I wanted to spread it on the fools who didn't treat me as an equal, that never understood me. They all got what my father received, even the pups that were around my age didn't survive the rage. It didn't stop there, I even destroyed the dens, I destroyed everything until there was nothing left to destroy������¢���¯���¿���½������¦ I was about to go mad, I was on the verge on losing my sanity������¢���¯���¿���½������¦ until I once more looked up at the moon, and my troubles once more stopped. The black suffocating luxurious strings of rage seized to exist. And the longer I stared at the moon, the more self-control I felt as the time pass������¢���¯���¿���½������¦ Until I finally felt enough self-control to know that I wouldn't lose control again or at least for a while. I looked straight forward, off to my next destination������¢���¯���¿���½������¦ but where? Well I couldn't stay here, the unforgivable crime I had committed was just terrible������¢���¯���¿���½������¦ it was horrid������¢���¯���¿���½������¦ So I moved on. I wondered on the planet, just waiting patiently for death to finally take me in his embrace and to lead me to the afterlife. But death never came. The only people I turned to were the demons, who raised me to be one of their own for a while until I was old enough to leave the nest. I was alone. Everything in the world was gone, nothing mattered to me now. I was all alone in this big empty world of mine������¢���¯���¿���½������¦

My solitude, finally came to a end one night when I wondered around the mountains. I was starting to fade from existence, the only thing that stayed strong in me was probably my struggle to survive. I found a woman that happened to be with child, she was expecting to be giving birth probably soon. Normally, I would've ignored this, but something told me to stop. Something told me that I should take advantage of this woman and possess one of her children. The idea was cruel; I know as well as you, that it is something that should never be done. But I was growing weak. I was slowly fading to the darkness, since I had no true purpose on earth, the darkness would take care of something death failed to do or notice for the matter. So I had no option. It was something I must to, it either take or don't take. Thanks to my increased intellect, I knew that I might be too weak to possess the pup to gain perfect control. I used the knowledge the demons taught me, on how demons react if they were inside their host. I would have to live as a parasite on the boy. I made up a plan for the pup's future, and it turned out to work quite smoothly. The demons told me how to hide their host's personality, so that was what I did. I made sure he became more aggressive around everyone; I made sure he was unnaturally rude and ultimately violent. Finally, when I released my grip on him, everyone ignored him and didn't treat him as an equal. Eventually, his soul was affected by this. His once happy and calm soul was now as hard as stone. I took this chance to eat the dark remains of his soul, and since then I had inhabited the body ever since I ate his soul������¢���¯���¿���½������¦

Ever since my success with the boy, it had become a terribly bad habit. I continued plotting, planning, calculating, in almost exactly everything I did. Since my plan with the boy was a victory, I did it to others as soon as I died from the body; I took over their bodies and feed off of them like parasites������¢���¯���¿���½������¦ It was like glorious victory to me. I thought nothing horrid could possibly happen to me as I continued on my casual duties as a parasite������¢���¯���¿���½������¦ I was wrong. I was terribly wrong. When I possessed one of the pup's bodies one day, it turned out that the pup was dead as soon as he was born, so it saved me the trouble of doing my plan of control. So I had a few relaxing moments I could enjoy without causing unknown destruction for once������¢���¯���¿���½������¦

That was when I met her

I thought I was going to have a normal night, a nice quiet soothing night with nothing much to do. I was taking a walk along my new home in the mountains in my new body. That was when I heard a rustle in the bushes, I stopped and turned my head back and forth, and trying to discover what was making that noise������¢���¯���¿���½������¦ When I found nothing, I merely continued on with my walk. The noise started to continue, it continued with no end. Now it was starting to ignore me. I turned around and moved my paws in the nearby bushes. I felt something furry and I pulled the young wolf out. It was a young grey female; she had unique dark grey markings, and a pretty face. As soon as I saw her face, I felt something. It was the first time in years since I started feeling something rather than hate or destruction������¢���¯���¿���½������¦ It was another wonderful feeling that I have never felt before. It was love. I had never felt love during my years as both pup and adult, so I was confused. I was startled, paralyzed. We both stood there, staring at one another, until I finally spoke up. "������¢���¯���¿���½������¦ I'm sorry, I thought you were������¢���¯���¿���½������¦ uh������¢���¯���¿���½������¦" The girl only smiled and showed her paw to silence me. "Don't worry, it's ok," She stood up and padded next to me, humming a happy tune and saying in the most beautiful voice������¢���¯���¿���½������¦ "Hey, what's your name? Mine is Nam'ea." I felt the feeling growing intensely and I felt my face going slightly pink. I looked away and I mumbled. "������¢���¯���¿���½������¦ Sokuain������¢���¯���¿���½������¦" it was the name I had chosen ever since I was starting to take these mind control tactics. I always made the parents name me Sokuain. I thought of it as a name that matched me, I liked the meaning of it. In native tongue, Sokuain meant 'Schemer', so you could see why I wanted to be called so. The girl gave me a confused look for a moment before she said. "So, what cha doing out here?" I answered her honestly, I answered her truthfully. "������¢���¯���¿���½������¦ I like to look at the moon. So I take long walks so that I may have a chance to look at the moon every now and then������¢���¯���¿���½������¦ In a way it clears my mind, and it makes me a lot calmer." Nam'ea nodded in agreement, and we continued our talk as my walk slowly turned into a friendship I would regret for the rest of my life. And always, at the end of the walk, she looked around and said quietly. "Don't tell anyone about this ok?" and everyday, I agreed to keep our little secret about our meetings.

Ever since, we always met on my walk around the mountain and we would always talk. No one knew that we were friends, or even going out, they all just thought we were just going to be gone for a while and just come back the same as always. I thought I could keep our secret, I thought I could keep the secret that would ruin our lives forever������¢���¯���¿���½������¦

Then one night changed the way I thought of the world for the rest of my life������¢���¯���¿���½������¦

We were out on another walk once more. We were filled up with levity and joy, enjoying one another in our everyday lives������¢���¯���¿���½������¦ That was when I suddenly decided to get up and have the nerve to tell her. I had no idea how to say it at first, but I decided it had to be some romantic moment that would've swept her off her feet, that would've made her think, 'Oh Sokuain this is the best day of my life������¢���¯���¿���½������¦' I decided to schedule our next meeting when it was sunset. I knew the perfect spot������¢���¯���¿���½������¦ So we met again the next day, and I motioned Nam'ea toward me and told her I found a great spot for us. She obeyed me, and we tagged along the hillside, until we finally reached the spot. It was beautiful, there was a crystal clear pond that glinted softly as the sun began to set, and the horizon looked like a set of colors, with streaks of pink, orange, purple and yellow. The sky was clear less, so you could see small specks of white sparkling stars gazing down at us. Not too far from us was a hill with a tree implanted on it, that was slightly mildewed from the rain the other night. I could see Nam'ea analyzing the area, I could see her shock as she studied everything in sight. I could see her mouth trying to say something, but nothing came out, she was speechless. "S-S-Sokuain" Nam'ea started, "S-Sokuain this place, it's just... so... Where did you... How did you..." her eyes were still transfixed on the surroundings, and I only showed a cheeky smile as I watched her blazed expression. I only tapped her on the shoulder to get her attention and I asked. "C'mon, let's go out to over there at that hill, we can get a good view of the sunset from there." She agreed, and we ran up the hill, sitting down and watching as the sun finally set, and as the moon slowly started to rise as the sun did early in the morning. We could hear the soft chirp of crickets sounding in the background, and the twitter of the birds grew silent as we watched the rising moon. When I turned around, I looked upon everything, and saw how the place was even beautiful even after sunset. The lake didn't show any kind of glint, but it was completely still. Like a mirror. I could see the stars more clearly now, and on how they were spying on us, chanting to me in a way Tell her Sokuain, tell her������¢���¯���¿���½������¦ I could see our homelands in the mountains far off in the distance, it looked nothing more than a giant jagged rock that casted a shadow over a part of the forest. I knew it was time, if not now when? I turned to Nam'ea, and I said in a shaky, but firm voice. "N-N-Nam'ea������¢���¯���¿���½������¦" I could see Nam'ea's blue eyes turning towards me, I could feel my heart pounding wildly, my mind seemed bungled with words, and I felt truly petrified. But nonetheless, I continued. "������¢���¯���¿���½������¦ N-Nam'ea������¢���¯���¿���½������¦ A-A-Are y-you������¢���¯���¿���½������¦ Happy������¢���¯���¿���½������¦ H-H-Here with me?..." Nam'ea showed a small smile and she admitted to me. "Yes, of course I am������¢���¯���¿���½������¦" I felt myself shift position, this time my back was straight, I felt a bit more courage inside of me, and I finally said what I meant to say so long ago������¢���¯���¿���½������¦ "Nam'ea������¢���¯���¿���½������¦ I think I������¢���¯���¿���½���¯���¿���½" But I never finished the sentence. I heard growling hisses in the background, and they were slowly getting closer and closer to me������¢���¯���¿���½������¦ We both turned around to see pairs of radiant beaming red eyes staring at us, glaring at us with a bloodthirsty hunger������¢���¯���¿���½������¦ I saw their claws shine out in the night; I saw them slowly creeping closer to us������¢���¯���¿���½������¦ I knew them all too well; I knew precisely what they were.

Demons������¢���¯���¿���½������¦

I turned to Nam'ea, I could see she noticed them as well, so thankfully I didn't have to go through an explanation with her. "Let's go!" I shouted, I suddenly swiped out my hand to grab hers, and we ran. The demons were quickly catching on to us, I felt myself quickly losing energy as I continued running, trying desperately to think of a plan or a quick scheme to get myself and Nam'ea out of the situation. But nothing came to me; fear overcame me, fear made my mind unfocused. But, one thing was clear to me, I had to get Nam'ea out of the situation. I tried to save her from them������¢���¯���¿���½������¦ but there were too many of them������¢���¯���¿���½������¦ It was hopeless. We couldn't outrun them, and thanks to the darkness we had no idea where our home was, and we were getting deeper and deeper into the forest and into the forbidden depths I didn't wish to enter. Finally, we were cornered. The worst possible thing that could happen to us, getting cornered with the only thing that mattered to you at risk������¢���¯���¿���½������¦ I turned to stare at Nam'ea as we came to a dead end, I stared into her eyes lovingly, not wanting to let her go. The demons smirked, surrounding us for a moment with their razor sharp talons and their big fat evil smirk. It disgusted me������¢���¯���¿���½������¦ I turned to Nam'ea, I watched her scarred face, I watched as she looked frantically at me. "What are we going to do?" she whispered, but she was quickly silenced when one of the demons took a step forward. We both took a step back, and I felt great fear triumph over me������¢���¯���¿���½������¦ then one of the demons lashed out and attacked Nam'ea on the chest, making a fatal wound������¢���¯���¿���½������¦ I watched as my beloved friend collapsed to the floor and I shouted her name, the name that leaves a scar in my heart, the name that haunts my mind and soul alike������¢���¯���¿���½������¦ "NAM'EA!!!!!!" I was about to run to her side until I felt pain strike me from behind, and then I fell into unconscious������¢���¯���¿���½������¦

When I woke up, I found myself on a bed of moss and with a group of wolves. I instantly sat up, I looked at the wolves who glared at me������¢���¯���¿���½������¦ they gave me furious looks������¢���¯���¿���½������¦ "N-N-Nam'ea! Where's Nam'ea?" None of them talked to me, all of them were dead silent. Until finally one of them managed to speak. "������¢���¯���¿���½������¦ She's dead because of you������¢���¯���¿���½������¦" I stared at them, I stared at the wolf who spoke to me with such disrespect������¢���¯���¿���½������¦ Nam'ea������¢���¯���¿���½������¦ My sweet, sweet Nam'ea������¢���¯���¿���½������¦ Was gone? No, it couldn't be������¢���¯���¿���½������¦ It just couldn't������¢���¯���¿���½������¦ "What?" I asked, confusion stirred in my voice. What also shocked me was that they said it was my fault. What did I have to do with it? I WAS TRYING TO SAVE HER!!!!! But then another wolf snarled in the same tone the other wolf did. "You know what we're talking about. Last night you got Nam'ea all alone and killed her������¢���¯���¿���½������¦" I stared at them, stunned, why would they think that? "And how did you know I did it?" I asked, still shaken up by the fact that they accused me of Nam'ea's death. "Your paws were dipped in blood when we found you, and there were these claw marks that look precisely like yours all over her body." I stared at them and shook my head, no������¢���¯���¿���½������¦ This wasn't right. This wasn't right at all������¢���¯���¿���½������¦ I wanted to run away with her, I wanted to start a family with her and leave everything behind������¢���¯���¿���½������¦ I never wanted this; I never wanted any of it������¢���¯���¿���½������¦ I couldn't tell them that I would've never done a thing to her, and that she was the greatest thing that could ever happen to me. Because if I did, then I would've exploited the secret we've tried so hard to keep������¢���¯���¿���½������¦ I may have let her died, but the least I could do for her was to keep her secrets to me. I wouldn't tell them to anyone in the world. Even to my closest friends, or family members. Why would they even care anyway?

I wanted to see the grave that my former friends worked so hard to put up for her, but I couldn't go to her grave. I had to meet up with the alpha to see what fate became of me. I didn't end up like most; the alpha didn't keep an accused murderer here out of charity. He told me as punishment for killing one of the pack members, for killing one of his great followers; I was banished from the pack. I was never to step foot on the land ever again������¢���¯���¿���½������¦ The next day I was chased out by my friends and family, I could see them snapping, snarling at me, with the same rage I saw when I encountered the demons������¢���¯���¿���½������¦ As soon as I was out of their pack territory, I continued running. I ran and ran until I finally couldn't run anymore. I remember slumping to the floor, my eyes were transfixed on the floor for a long period of time������¢���¯���¿���½������¦ Before I finally allowed myself to cry. And it wasn't one of those, sane silent cries. It was a wail, it was a loud scream that sounded throughout the forest that made the forest game back away. I remember crying my eyes out, having some self-pity for myself. After a while, I finally gained an ounce of self control as I looked down at my paw������¢���¯���¿���½������¦ Oh what did I do to deserve this? What did I do to be treated this way? How could a mere, simple, pup ended up with a ruined life like this?

Ever since then, I've held a grudge against demons. Helpful to me or not, they were my worst enemy. There have been times and times before where people have suggested me to join their little group of demon hunters, eh I pass. I have no problem with the demon hunters or anything, but joining them made me feel dependent on something I would lose later on in the future. The years pass since my encounter with Nam'ea, and I continued living, allowing myself to be drenched in sorrow and remorse. The rest of my years as a living mortal weren't the happiest, since the word carried out that some wolf killed someone, they treated me with as much disrespect as my pack did. Whenever I wanted to run from my past and join another pack, they didn't even bother. They'd chase me off. No one trusted me������¢���¯���¿���½������¦ Finally, when I was old of age, and all alone, I felt myself get even tensed up in my own agony; I've lost something that was the only thing that loved me������¢���¯���¿���½������¦ I've lost something that was the only shed of light in my trapped existence in this black, lonely suffocating void of rage of mine. She was everything������¢���¯���¿���½������¦ I knew that I was old enough to die, I wanted to anyway. I wanted to see Nam'ea again, I wanted to see my precious Nam'ea������¢���¯���¿���½������¦ I wanted to see the one that was always there for me������¢���¯���¿���½������¦ Finally, as if I was wishing on a star, my wish was granted. It was, on that night, that I died out of my own misery������¢���¯���¿���½������¦

But I wasn't allowed into heaven. I wasn't allowed because of the terrible things I did. I regretted those things������¢���¯���¿���½������¦ I deeply regret them������¢���¯���¿���½������¦ I shouldn't have wasted my energy into going into renaissance; I shouldn't have wasted my time and energy on those innocent wolves. Even though they did nothing to me, I did something to them, and it filled me once more with a terrible agonizing regret������¢���¯���¿���½������¦ My destiny was to be where I truly belonged, hell������¢���¯���¿���½������¦ But I didn't want to go there, I wanted to join Nam'ea, I wanted to see her again������¢���¯���¿���½������¦ but my efforts to escaping to heaven were failure, just pure failure������¢���¯���¿���½������¦ And, as said, I was sent down to hell to join the ruthless sinners who weren't good enough to go to heaven������¢���¯���¿���½������¦

50 years������¢���¯���¿���½������¦

Fifty years did I have to go through the unimaginable torment hell provided for me, fifty years did I have to go through a great deal of people suffering, screaming as if they were dying������¢���¯���¿���½������¦ It was horrid, and pitiable. I had no idea how long was this nonsense meant to continue, was it to continue for the rest of eternity? From what I have been told on earth, yes it was. All evil that did terrible things on earth, the unforgivable sinners, were meant to suffer the eternal consequences for their selfish and sick desires. I knew what I did was horrid, but I had learned my lesson, I would've never done it again. But still, the gods found this unbelieving as I was forced to stay put in my pit of despair. No one came for me, no one even bothered with my death, and it didn't disturb them. It didn't matter to them anyway. No one on earth longer cared for me. And Nam'ea... My beloved Nam'ea... not even she came for me... I knew why she wouldn't, or couldn't for the matter. She wasn't even on earth, she knew no kind of enchantment or anything that could've commune or bring back the dead who were in hell. But if she did, she couldn't find some private spot in heaven and do the spell. She would've been kicked in hell like I have, and it would've pained me to have her see or feel the wrath of hell. Besides, she probably didn't know. Maybe she thought something bad happened to me and that we may never be able to see each other for a while or ever again. I doubt it.

My sanity in hell was starting to come loose, my mind on recent things were starting to thicken, and ideas of torture were quickly added to my head as another pleasurable activity I considered doing if I ever returned to earth. So much in me had changed ever since I went to hell, but I guess hell alone wasn't responsible for my hardened heart. It was the long ago events I have suffered, it was the maddening events that drove me insane, that made me cruel. That made me careless and apathetic. Anyway, hell had expected my life to be there for the rest of my tattered life, but being the schemer I was, I was put into action of making a plan to escape. No one knew about it, no one knew that my plan was being slowly fixed into action. I had learned the ways of the demon, I had everything solved for me there, but there was more to escaping my pit then just knowing everything a demon did. I had to use my time wisely, study my plan and go over it carefully, and to make sure that almost nothing could possibly go wrong in the plan������¢���¯���¿���½������¦

My escape from hell was a success, I remember jumping out of my portal I forced a demon to set up as I looked around. Ah������¢���¯���¿���½������¦ How good it felt to be out of that pit! I could once more hear the soft chatter of birds, the soft breeze of the wind, the tickling grass������¢���¯���¿���½������¦ Oh yes! I could feel it all again! It single-handedly returned to me, all the emotion returned to me. I was no longer tortured; I was now as free as a bird. Oh, if only I had some wolves with me I would've celebrated������¢���¯���¿���½������¦ But, the plan was still in motion; I was to stay absolutely silent. I slipped out into the night, my eyes rolling back and forth incase I was being pursued by those were watching. Thankfully, no one jumped out in the open and shouted 'I saw you coming out from that portal!!', so for the time being I would have the chance for, once in 50 years, a little bit of relaxation. The plan was just about over, the sun was starting to rise, as soon as it did, then I would scream and holler in success. But for now I kept my fingers crossed and my eyes just rolling with an uneasy anxiety. I may have escaped from hell, but I just popped out of the portal, any demon could've done that. If they do, they would've notice me out running about and they would shove me back to my insanity once more, where they might wrap me up in chains and send me down to deeper to hell. If I thought the first few layers were bad, then I knew nothing yet of what held for me if I were to sink deeper! As I stroked the land with my paws, as I watched impatiently for the sun to rise, staying as calm as possible. Whenever I heard something snap, my muscles would've become tense and my ears would've shot straight up in an attempt to figure out whom the maker of the noise was. When I knew who made the noise, I would've settled and continue on with my walk. But then a sudden thought came to me������¢���¯���¿���½������¦ I slid my head upwards to catch the once more beautiful pale round rock. The moon once more filled me up with a calm emotion, the emotion I've longed for so long ever since my appearance in hell. I watched as the moon slowly began to fall in the sky, and how a bright orange color replaced it. I turned my eyes away from the sun in order to prevent blindness, and I looked around the forest, I was now showing a wide smile. They were gone, the demons were gone, and the next time they appeared not so much as a hair of me will be seen. I suddenly clapped my hands together in joy and I did a little dance for a moment before I left the forest, hopefully never to return to it������¢���¯���¿���½������¦ Or so I thought������¢���¯���¿���½������¦

The years came by me quickly, and once more I became a ghost, but like before I didn't go to hell. I decided that I would've possessed one more boy, one more innocent pup, before going off and fading into darkness. I wanted to have the pleasures of being alive and normal for one more time. So I possessed a dead pup that died at child birth, and once more I made my false mother name me Sokuain. I had three siblings after that, there was Reikon, Hinou, and Kiroy. I wasn't sure of what to make of Reikon when I first met him; it was hard to describe him. He always did something unpredictable, and even though the experience was a scary one, he'd still be all up and about shouting 'let's do it again!' Reikon and I normally got along swell, and it made me laugh whenever he was still up for doing another one of those daredevil tricks. I loved Hinou as much as Reikon. She seemed to be really stubborn at times, but other times she would've been like her brother. And Kiroy, Kiroy was the complete opposite. He loved to play, yes, but he was more the observing type. Eventually, one day changed for the rest of the pack. The pack hunters were out hunting until they came upon a shaking hinou and a dead body of what resembled Kiroy. They surrounded Hinou, asking desperately what happened. She told us that the three of them were playing until Kiroy discovered a sound and was quickly snatched up by the demons. They ran out to find Kiroy dead, and Reikon was quickly captured. This shocked me, this terrified me. Having a dead brother and a missing one was never fun������¢���¯���¿���½������¦ It was horrid, the feeling I felt was unspeakable������¢���¯���¿���½������¦ It wasn't worse than being in hell, but man did that hurt. I tried inventing plans and plots to try and return Reikon back to our lands, but they all of them seemed to have proven unavailing to my disliking. I was starting to grow insanely desperate, that was when I finally decided to leave the lands in search of my brother. But I didn't have to. Reikon came back������¢���¯���¿���½������¦

But in the way that we all would've wanted������¢���¯���¿���½������¦

It was a calm night, I was just packing for the trip that settled for me when I was going to find Reikon. I was somewhere in my teens, probably around fourteen if I remember right. I walked out of the den and watched my surroundings; I saw how everyone calmly moved������¢���¯���¿���½������¦ just so soothingly������¢���¯���¿���½������¦ Like as if they were all in a trance. Later did I know this was the last time I would've seen them act so peacefully again������¢���¯���¿���½������¦ I suddenly saw a blur of red colors, and a wolf around my age dropped to the floor. A little girl suddenly jumped out and ran over to the young wolf. "Brother!!!" she cried over the corpse of her beloved sibling, but she was soon to join him. I saw another flash of red and the girl's neck was twisted, and like her brother, she fell dead to the floor. Not just them, but everyone else as well. They were all suffering and screaming in pain because of some unknown red blurry force������¢���¯���¿���½������¦ I was paralyzed, I saw the crooked bodies I couldn't bear watching, and I gazed in horror as our dens were set high on fire. I wanted to run, but I couldn't, my legs were chained to the floor. Thankfully, I didn't have to watch the terror for long; I saw a blurry flash of red, as I felt something slash into my shoulder. I screamed and slumped to the ground, only managing to see what had hit me. I saw him. I saw my brother towering over me with an evil greedy smirk, and with eyes of entertainment as he enjoyed my suffering������¢���¯���¿���½������¦ That was the last thing I remembered before I fainted������¢���¯���¿���½������¦

When I woke up, I wish I didn't. Because the first thing I saw when I had awaken was dead bodies. That's right, stone dead bodies. I stood up, and walked among the dead bodies. I saw their gaping mouths, their horrorstruck eyes, it was evil. I suddenly remember something, my family! Maybe they survive? Out of desperation, I ran out along with lands, shouting their names and having made very little progress. Finally, after a hour of running I found them������¢���¯���¿���½������¦ dead. I saw the faces of my friends, each face changed me from the simple wolf to the now diabolical wolf you know today. I remember crying, I remember crying like mad as I knelt over both my friend's and family's bodies, muttering to myself. "������¢���¯���¿���½������¦ Why? What������¢���¯���¿���½������¦ did I do to deserve this?" And, as I knelt over their corpses, I finally made a promise to them������¢���¯���¿���½������¦ I promise them, that I wouldn't rest until I found the killer that destroyed our lives, and see to it personally that he will be killed for the crime that he did������¢���¯���¿���½������¦

After that moment, I became more aggressive and stubborn. I trained my but off in the forest that we lived so close by. I decided to live in the forest for two main reasons, one I had already said, and two I couldn't bear to sit in the mountains where there were all those dead decaying bodies������¢���¯���¿���½������¦ It disgusted me, it sickened me. It also made me feel like as if I could've saved them������¢���¯���¿���½������¦ I could've saved their lives, but I didn't because of fear������¢���¯���¿���½������¦ I usually tried my best to ignore the painful memories that occurred in my mind, but still they tortured me. They ruined me. Oh how I wished that these memories could go away, oh how much I wished I could make the pain inside just go away. I remembered there were cases more than one when I tossed and turned in my sleep out of the nightmares I lived by. One night, one dark night, fate took pity on me and my wish was granted������¢���¯���¿���½������¦

I was already done with eating, and I decided to take a walk, where I could look at the moon and forget at least half my troubles. But, while I was walking, I encountered something dark������¢���¯���¿���½������¦ something black with eyes that matched its pelt. I knew precisely what it was.

The darkness������¢���¯���¿���½������¦

It came before me in the form of a strong lanky brute. It glared at me with violent and diabolical eyes, and I knew right away that it meant no good. I backed away from the wolf, and ran. I ran for my life, trying to escape from the thing for my sheer life. But, as fast as I was, the darkness was faster. It took over me in the middle of my escape, and I instantly felt something like hooks ripping out my soul. I comprehended what was happening. The darkness was hungry, and it wanted my soul������¢���¯���¿���½������¦ I screamed in pain, I squirmed in fright, I shouted at the top of my lungs, but no one came. No help came for me, it was hopeless. I was all alone thanks to the killer������¢���¯���¿���½������¦ I thought things were going to be hopeless for me, I thought this was going to be it������¢���¯���¿���½������¦ but that feeling didn't last for long. I crossed paths with a river, a river with violent twists and turns, maybe it too was afraid of the darkness presence? I stared down at the river, and I knew what I had to do. I couldn't drive out the darkness inside, I had to get rid of it fast in order to survive. I had to drown myself so that the darkness could no longer harm me. I had no other choice, it was either that or have myself fallen into oblivion. I didn't hesitate; I jumped into the river and I felt myself being slammed back and forth violently as I swallowed galleons of water. Eventually, the plan succeeded, the darkness disappeared from my body������¢���¯���¿���½������¦

But I was dead������¢���¯���¿���½������¦

I recall waking up at the side of the river, thinking that my experience last night was nothing but a nightmare. But, as soon as I looked at my paw, it was completely black. I looked at my reflection in the river, which was now calm and soothing. I saw in horror as my once newly brown pelt was now coated in black������¢���¯���¿���½������¦ I saw my eyes were now completely white, the only light I had left when I tossed myself into the river������¢���¯���¿���½������¦ I expected to feel pain from this, I expected agony. But nothing came. I no longer felt pain; I was numbed to the gore. But, along with the absence of pain, I no longer felt any other emotion. I no longer felt happiness, I no longer felt anything. The only emotion I felt were only negative. But, I guess rage was the biggest emotion I felt. To make things even worse for me, I couldn't remember a thing. Well, almost couldn't remember a thing. But I almost forgot about everything, what I did, Nam'ea, my cruel father, even my own name������¢���¯���¿���½������¦ At least the amnesia got rid of the pain, or at least most of it. I could still remember the night when the killer destroyed the pack I lived in. I could remember my current life that I lived in. I must thank fate for that; I no longer felt any pain or emotion. But, along with good, bad things came. I remember coming across a skeleton that was dressed in a black cloak, death. It wanted me to go to the afterlife, but I wasn't finished yet. I was reluctant until I finally attacked death. I made him suffer, I watched him scream in sheer pain as I attacked him. He finally allowed me to live, but only under one condition. He gave me a curse; he gave me a curse that represents these markings on me. My curse was that I was granted with ultimate power, I could do whatever I desired with my aura, either it was another pair of hands or explosion, but it was like a fuel tank. I could only use it when I drink innocent blood. The more blood I drink, the more powerful my aura would get. With that, he left me. Ever since then, the darkness had served me as well as the curse did. I traveled from pack to pack, killing all whom were innocent and leaving the ones that were evil alive. And since I was part of the darkness, I knew everything that it knows. So now I know who the murderer is, it was my foolish brother������¢���¯���¿���½������¦ Reikon. During my travels to slaughter reikon, the amnesia seized, and once more did I have the painful memories stir in me. But, thanks to the fact that I was dead, they barely caused me any pain at all������¢���¯���¿���½������¦

Days on end did I search for Reikon, days on end did I wish to finish him. Days on end did I kill every pack that dared trust me with their lives and oppose me when I attacked; they were useless against me. Finally, after searching endlessly for Reikon, I finally found him. I found him and nearly killed him, but thanks to the morning sun, I vanished, and reikon had a chance to escape

He will get what he deserves, he will die! THE NEXT TIME WE MEET I WILL KILL HIM!!!!!!