His Accidental Luna

THE IMPRISONED GODDESS

CHAPTER 21: THE IMPRISONED GODDESS

To where the fear lies is how it all begins.

 It started long before the current rulers are borne, their heir and next in line to the throne. Many had said that the dark ages consist of sorrow and despair. It was that kind of anguish gush foremost to those who suffered when they are suppose to be not. The Moon Goddess were gone. Salvation offered none, but torments. To live were more like it was much worst than death. Wolves were tied, silver cuffs and lashes which made them howl at night and it prolongs until dusk and dawn, witches become slaves—one mistake, even if they spilt a small portion, there would be great consequences, their head, a limb or either way a life without redemption. Even Vampires did not escape such unfortunate fate, and are known not to bow nor lowered their head and so most of, majority of them has been stake, killed and let alone burnt under the sun.

It was filled with mourning, hearts and souls that has been shattered until it no longer could thrive for what it seek. It was the chaos caused by the moon Goddess of war, Zephyr. She annihilated life, while she sits on her throne. If it wasn’t for another decades, hope won’t bloom, and the sky won’t longer have the azure colour, but ‘stead of remain as the same black canvas, grey hue which seems to reflect the people’s cries as they weep on her feet. In contrast, to the mockery she express, and the smile she had as her strength come from their despair.

Zephyr is cruel unlike Luna, who had been burdened to drive away the Goddess of war with the help of the three clans. They may have succeeded, but Zephyr left behind a curse,  a promise to breakthrough using one blood that would be the key for her liberty. The blood moon, which mark an infant, who is carrying the fate she weaved for it.

And it was getting near, the three Kingdoms could feel the same fear, while Zephyr as she waited patiently to where she remain bounded could almost relish on her throat what was it felt like to be free.

“This place is becoming more lonely.” She said.

It was Zephyr, the imprisoned Goddess from Abyss. Clad on a black dress as her hand and palms are both covered by a binding magic, sealing her strength and power to prevent her from causing more destructions. The skin on that part is blackish in colour, but it doesn’t hurt her unless she forced to make another failed attempts to leave this place.

The shadows screeched in total agreement with her.

Zephyr pursed her lips.

“But I know it won’t be too long.” She whispered with meaning, chuckling at the thought that nobody would dare stop her again.

How dare her sister, Luna, throw her at this pit? Hadn’t she realized how much she hated being conformed? How much she hated being famish. At that thought, Zephyr laughs loudly. It won’t be too long until she fed again on their tears. It won’t take another eons for her to wait. She knew that the mark she left before had been imprinted towards the curse child, who would freed her from this place.

Now that Abyss, doesn’t appeal much to her.

It was dark, it was an unending darkness, which doesn’t offered much. But that doesn’t mean Zephyr had been put there to rot for eternity.

“And here you are, when I’ve looking for you everywhere.” A voice, which belongs to a man made her to glance at her shoulder.

But even if she did not, she could tell who he is. Her chest fumed at the sigh. Her blood boils, and Zephyr could feel her loathing nature which has been driven onwards to her core.

It was Abaddon. The guardian of death doors an the punisher of Abyss.

“What are you doing here.” She sneered. “Had you been spying on me all this time?”

At that thought, Zephyr felt enrage. Because she was sealed, her senses isn’t as sharp as it was before, and it only added, fuelling her fury as she was bothered by that thought.

“I am just doing my job, regardless of the fact that you are a moon Goddess.” The man stepped from the corner where he hid himself. 

Yes, that’s right. Zephyr was once a moon Goddess, a maiden trained to be one, but she has not been chosen, it became Luna. She became the one who had been granted for the position, when Zephyr work hard for it.

Was she not good same with her? And so if Luna were seen to be pure, Zephyr was the opposite of her. She was conformed into the shadows, fed on emotions which doesn’t offer a bright and vibrant tomorrow. Her thirst she parch using Luna’s creation until her greed for power made Zephyr even more evil.

“And how dare you become bored, and loitered, simply in hiding while the rest are working here, Zephyr?” Abaddon’s voice thundered.

It did not make Zephyr trembled. She wasn’t a fool that there would be no punishment, she knew what would be the consequences of her action.

On the other hand, Abaddon stood tall. He is a giant, a bloodline from the mountain tribes of the Gods who were commonly the guardians of the woods. He is shirtless, bared chest as he express his wrath to him, descent of an old guardian who secured Abyss. Unlike them, his specie may not have been immortal, but they were known as one of strongest mortal gods.

“Just you wait and see when I finally made it out of here.” Zephyr snarled.

Abaddon stood in front of her unaffected.

“And?” He seems nonchalant.

“How dare you look down on me, you mortal God?!” Zephyr express how much she dispise him.

The intensity of her emotions in rampage, before she felt an electrifying painful sensation crawling its way on her arms. She gasp loudly. It put her in agony. The shock made her flesh trembled. Her lips set apart as she released a shaky gasp. Her knees trembled, she wobbled until Zephyr felt her entire being slumped on the ground. No words could explain the pain as she whimpered. The sealing magic seems to act upon the moment her rage take over. It was suppressing the same power she released whenever Zephyr was provoke.

“I—it hurts.” Tears stung on her eyes.

It continue running inside her veins. It was as if her insides were being burnt. She was being roasted while she breathe and live.

“That’s how you bet for disobeying the law of this place.” Abaddon remain indifferent.

He did not offer a hand, but his gaze is cold. It was chilly as the Goddess shake on her feet.

Zephyr gritted her teeth. As much as she wanted to bite back a remark, she couldn’t. Her lips couldn’t speak. She felt numb, and paralysed, immobile the moment it happens.

If only....if only...! But the storm onslaught, inflicted inside her head is already, continuously brewing as it embark her promises before.

It was their fault! She would make them pay for what they have done to her.

She was at that state, when she felt Abaddon’s large hands picking her up rather harshly to where she was.

“You should learn your lessons here, which I think you haven’t had yet, since then.” Abaddon said with meaning and she knew exactly what he is referring to.

Zephyr flailed her arms to resist.

“N—no!” She was reluctant, but she was weak against him.

Compared to Abaddon, Zephyr—down there she haven’t had any power in that place.

And she exactly where he is bringing her from.

If there is hell, this place better suit its description.

Abyss isn’t just use to imprisoned those powerful being, it was adherent to punish them as it was connected towards the where the bridge from life and death looms. There would be souls, sinful beings, who had committed unforgiveable crimes while alive, and so they were punish. The burning flames which would engulf them, yet it would take away their right to die. They could ask for death, but it won’t be given. They could ask for salvation, but none would came to rescue them as they burn. It will roast their flesh, while they remain awake. The burning sensation, the heat that nobody could explain even Zephyr.

And that’s exactly the only thing that made her fear, because it is the worst.

“I’ll fucking...remember this.” She uttered under her breathe.

Same with the burning fire, her orbs set ablaze to show and express her hate.

As she suffered the worst, an inevitable. News broke down inside the Devonshire Kingdom.

“The Queen...is missing?” King Luther, the currently ruler asked calmly.

It was earlier that day, when he decided to summoned his spouse to make up the talk that doesn’t seem to go well on her regarding their son. He could feel, although she won’t say it was. Luther prepared a feast, and to bring her affront to where they mostly let their beast run only to get told to that Nerissa is not on her quarters.

“One of the servants told us that the Queen were last scene leaving the Palace, your majesty.” The warrior who had his head curtsied in a manner of respect inclined what he find out.

And he knew that the king isn’t happy at all at what he had reported.

“And she had been let out without me having any knowledge of?” The King’s words are careful, but the servants present inside the throne room could feel the brewing storm.

His wrath they saw as he clenched his fist. His eyes abhorrent as they feared an outcome yet to happen.

“T—The Queen had ordered them not to, your majesty until she finally left the Palace.” The warrior trembled.

There are beads of sweat, which lingered inside his forehead. Luther’s domineering aura widen in an expanse. His orbs are wrathful. The irises are turning from its darkish colour back to its normal hue. He was fighting over his beast to not let his fury feasted upon them. And it was amazing how much self-control he had to restrain himself from transforming into his beast.

It take every inched of him not to cursed them, not to bared his teeth as he knew that it wont do good at all.

The moment he finally feel that he was regaining back the same compusure and finally the calmness before that storm, he stood up, but that doesn’t mean he had conformed his wrath already, his beast lingered, but he keeps him at bay.

“I want you to prepare a carriage.” His voice boomed as it thunders.

The servants lowered their head more in utter submission.

“I will, your majesty.” Long before the warrior has been dismissed to do as what he told him to.

He just hope that he isn’t too late yet, as Luther knew how reckless his queen was. Now that some things are going downhill—he had just gotten back from the North and south borders, carrying a news that there are rogues who seems visit their boundary frequently, as if they are not afraid, same with the hunters who deems...although impossible and absurd, there are reports that tells him that those species who killed each other has formed an alliance, but for whatever reason and purposes he didn’t have any idea about.

He averted his eyes and rubs his temples.

Luther was mad, he is angry, but at the same time, he couldn’t brushed off the worries inside his chest as his wolf howled. There’s something on his guts, which told him exactly that on the horizon there are smell of blood that were yet to come. Corpses he had seen inside his dream, and nightmares which keep Luther awake to remind him of his choices.

To chose the life of his heir ‘stead of the prophesied corpse, the mark of the chaos and destruction he would bring.

Tarik. He thought.

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