Farewell, son of Selene

Where is Sentaya? She promised to cloak and protect me, and she did so for over five years. How did he find me? Did he already spot me? Shall I run? An unknown voice in my head reassured me that he could not see me because of the cloaking spell, but I was still scared shitless. My instinct told me to run. "He does not see you. Stay put. If you run, you will expose yourself with movement and your scent," the voice reassured me.

"Who to fuck are you?" I asked the voice.

"You will find out soon, when the time comes. For now, all you need to know is that you must stay put if you want to survive," the voice echoed in my mind. "Fuck, I hear voices. Am I ok, or have I gone mad?" I chuckled to myself. I glanced back to the army of carnivores. Their agenda is to find me and execute me. That much is clear. Fear rippled through my very essence and spread across my body like a plague.

"Are you fucking mad?! Even if they can’t see you because of the cloaking spell, they will feel your fear, so put your fucking emotions in check," that strange voice inside me again. That's weird.

"Sentaya", he roared in a war-like gruesome tone that almost caused me a heart attack.

"Beautiful Malleteagan, what brings the firstborn of Selene and Endymion into my modest home" Sentaya chirped in the sugar-coated tone of the welcoming hostess. She projected calmness and looked like she was not bothered at all by Malleteagan‘a threats.

"Hand over the bitch. You have no right to claim the living souls. When I finish with her, she can be all yours as far as I am concerned, and then she will be yours rightfully. Then you can tear her apart, limb by limb, or whatever sick and twisted thing you fuckers do in here, but only when I squeeze the life out of that mutt. If you don't hand her over, get yourself ready for the war, bloodier than that river you sink your old ass in," he thundered, and malice in his voice echoed through the cave.

"I assume you are talking about the child you procreated with the daughter of Arcanus and Noosha. I am utterly regretting to inform you that I have seen no such child.

And rest assured, I would have known if the child of such a bloodline had passed through.

But indeed, as you said, If such a creature did pass here, I would certainly have no right to claim her, given that, as you rightfully said, the living creatures are not mine to claim. However, this had not happened. Therefore, go and look for your child elsewhere, son of Selene. Otherwise, you will become one of those that I am entitled to claim" and then, in a sign of utter disrespect and disregard, she turned her back to Malletigan and sauntered back to Oribus cave.

Malleteagan was visibly pissed off and fuming. His eyes glazed from steel grey to black and then to glacier white, but just for a moment. He was obviously mind-linking someone.

"Charge", he roared rabidly with a feral growl. Suddenly, a stampede of enraged Lycans started to advance rampantly to the cave entrance. Sentaya turned around to face him again, but seemed eerily calm, almost as if she was meditating. Just for a second, I could see the slight wrinkle in the corner of her lips that reminded of a covert but wicked grin in the making. She then lifted in the air and levitated above the ground. She started to chant in a whisper under her breath, her lips barely moving as she uttered some strange words which seemed foreign and sinister.

In a blink of an eye, a wild horde of forsaken souls rose from Oribus' river.

Her forsaken souls swarmed through the air in a breeze towards Lycans at lightning speed. She seemed to be in deviant but harmonious synchrony with the forsaken army. It looked like she was composing a bloodbath ode. As she waved with her hands in different directions, forsaken seemed compelled by her hand movement and continued to advance deeper amongst Lycans warriors spreading blood and destruction. Her eye pits were of neon crimson colour filled with what looked like electricity mixed with Oribus haze. Her satanic wings were widely spread, and she looked like your worst nightmare. Dark slivers of her magic surrounded her body in the whirlwind fog that formed a macabre halo around her body.

Forsakens, compelled by the command of their demonic queen, continued their clash with Lycans. It looked like forsaken had a joyous, gory and carnivorous feast, which caused the ruckus, havoc and demise of Lycans. Decapitated and limbless corpses of Lycans were exploding across the battlefield in horrific bloodshed. Squelching sounds followed by splatter of Lycan blood and bodies dispersed in the air ominously. Occasional grunts and groans of brave and adept Lycan warriors could be heard, but they were mostly falling down one by one in silence that spoke volumes about their bravery, determination and pride.

However, although Lycans were fearless, adept and brave, it did not look like forsaken were fighting an army of deadly warlords but as if they were just swatting some annoying flies.

The army of forsaken effortlessly progressed through a mob of dexterous Lycan warriors falling on the ground as if they were novice warriors without any skills. One by one, Lycans were heavily wounded, most of them fatally, by the forsaken army. In contrast, forsaken seemed to not have any casualties, not even a scratch. Sentaya's face was expressionless. She looked almost bored. Another movement of Sentaya's hand and forsaken, as on command of some perverse orchestra conductor, started to drag crippled Lycans to Oribus.

Her eyes, however, looked like a raging inferno, burning pure red fire with palpable greed for more souls to be taken. Her eyes were red with the intensity of the nuclear explosion.

Malletigan turned around and looked at the rampage of forsaken, enraged and bewildered. Butchered heads and limbs of Lycans were proof of a massacre that happened in the blink of an eye. They had a massive loss of warriors, unlike unscratched forsaken. Malleteagan‘s eyes glazed again to the glacier, Lycans started to retreat, leaving their fallen fellows, scattered limbs, and decapitated heads on the battlefield.

"Sentaya, this is not over yet. You will hand over that little bitch, one way or another. I promise you that. I know that you are hiding her. I can smell the magic of that whore of her mother circulating through her veins, entwined with her fear. I just can't put my finger where she is, but I will find her, and when I do, the way I slaughtered that whore of her mother will seem like mercy. I will make her death a million times slower and more painful," he gritted through his teeth and started to retreat.

Sentaya just grinned and said: "Farewell, son of Selene". She waved her hand to the forsaken, and they started to harvest the remains of fallen Lycans to Oribus, to the horror of retreating Malleteagan and those Lycans who survived the battle. Sentaya watched it with glee. Once when surviving Lycans vanished, retreating together with Malleteagan, Sentaya cackled and said:

"Where are you, little mouse? You can get out of your hole. The danger is gone."