Ageless 1: Darkened Birth
*Sebastian Kerriakas*
Father's Reign had become dead to me. Countless deaths for reason's I couldn't explain continued to happen. The celebrations for their blood increased as we gained much dominion over the world. For now, Europe was ours and next the world.
I was full prince by the time I met the women of the court. Father hated the day that I would marry, only because he wanted to keep the Viking Reign of Darkness running strong and having all bow down to us. The people feared us, all supernatural beings feared us and humans that knew about us were slaves to. They separated us from the normal, weak vampires of all species.
My father Dragen Von Kerriakas, was the strongest, oldest Viking known to existence. He led seven hundred and eighty—eight wars to victory claiming the head and heart of each king that had the guts to start one. They would tell many stories of the man even over the myths of Black Beard himself….and yes we were actual Vikings. Many told tales that we came from the birth of the seas themselves but we had been given the opportunity by conquer. We took what we wanted and was given what we desired before we asked.
Not only that, we had witches on our side. They did the works of us. Mainly dark magic because it was powerful, raw and claimed souls of the innocent, much more than any war could bring. It suited my father and was driven with what we all desired, blood. The mixture was powerful beyond anything we had ever experienced at hand. For that, my father's mind changed. He birthed many of us brothers and told us all that we must marry each witch that was chosen by her dominance in power. After a certain time, the witch must submit her power willingly to her king and with that, we would become the ultimate dark prince or leader that he desired us to be.
~~~~~ Day of Desire~~~~~
Many years later after meeting his witch!
*Constance Nadine Welch*
"Connie!" My mother's constant screaming had become too much for me. I was tired, tired of being treated like the odd ball inside the house. My sister Brenden and Penelope were her favorite by beauty and brains while me, I was just nothing but a pain in her lower ass cheek, the one that had lost every inch of gravity after she birthed us all. She forced me to meet the King Lukas Vahn and it wasn't like I wanted to at all. Arranged marriages were in my mind cruel and forbidden but father said he being a werewolf King, only the daughters of the werewolf kingdom could mate with the Princes. Lukas had other brothers, but they weren't from around the states…they were mainly broken off in different parts of the world.
"Mom, I'm tired!" I pushed my red and black uniquely mixed hair back into a bun. I was already sick to death of the dates that Lukas and I were forced to attend. They were dumb dates where we would go to parks or elegant restaurants that I couldn't even read the menu as to what was served.
"Tired is nothing compared to what I shall do if you aren't present to your wedding by night!" She tapped her black boot.
"Leave me!" I slammed the door with the power I was given. My mother being a dark Sorceress and my father a warlock/ werewolf, it was all I had in me. My sisters were pure evil which me, I haven't completely came into mine yet. While their hearts were pure black, mine was spotted with some light, some goodness as mother said.
I pulled my pillow up to my face not caring of the silk delicate material and started to cry. No more was I going to let them force me into this pointless life as a werewolf king. My heart was to be with a vampire. Curse our line and marry one of the dark princes with the eyes of lust and power. Of course for love as well, but all that didn't matter or at least I didn't think it yet.
"Open this door Constance before I break it down! You give me much grief! Your father will hear of your disobedience and you will be punished!" she banged on the door knowing well she could use her power to break it down if she wanted to.
No more….
No more of it shall I hear!
The morning of New Beginnings
*CONSTANCE*
Everything was set. Ready to make me a young wife to a husband. He stood waiting at the alter for me. His attired fit for a king. I walked slowly down the aisle as on looking people from both the witch nation and werewolf kingdom cried tears of joy. They were to gain a new queen for the throne. My heart pounded with anger, malice is the main word I would explain it as. Tears sliding down my face, dripping to the black lace gown that would have been white in my heart, my eyes and my sisters were looking on with envy and jealously because I was chosen, not them. Pressure on me was pressed from both sides of my parents.
My father wanted a wolf princess to possess much power in the land, make him known as the one that all would bow to…in time while mother knew that having one of her daughters married to a king would bring her riches and glory, much of what her people lacked in the past being burned to the stake and poor for centuries forced to live in the slums of underground refuges. She came up from a child with little until they found that she possessed more than little which was power. With that power human's even used her but she had hope, hiding until she ran across a dark young ward one day. She told her of a king that was evil in sight and made a deal with her that she would hold many riches if she helped destroyed the young king. It was then that my mother was introduced into this Dark king who took her in raised her and in that, she met my father. Years later she gave birth to us but one thing he failed to mention is that he was not a warlock alone, he was a werewolf. The night of my sisters birth, he shifted to give the others heads up that the princess had been born. My mother was furious but she loved my father staying with him, knowing her back ground…she was then forced to love him.
As I was saying…..
Before I could reach the throne of the cathedral set wedding. All was given in the prayer of the ancients. They bowed and Lukas's blue eyes stayed upon me. He hungered for my love, my body, my heart.
For a reason, I had not known….my heart belonged to another.
Ending of their story….and the birth of another.
