The Cursed King

Alastair Lorcàn, the son of the moon goddess, was born from the union of divine love between his celestial mother and her devoted servant. As a demigod, he possessed remarkable powers from a young age, setting him apart from his fellow demigods. At the tender age of three, his mother gifted him a unique realm, a sanctuary untouched by the sun, where life thrived under the gentle glow of moonlight. She often spoke of his extraordinary nature, declaring him the first of his kind. Though he initially felt overshadowed by his mother’s dominion over the night, as he matured, he began to grasp the significance of her words. By the time he reached fifteen, he underwent a transformation into a wolf, and a year later, he evolved from a king into a Lycan. This new form endowed him with the power to create others like him, and he lovingly crafted a pack that he cherished deeply. Despite the joy of companionship, a void lingered within him. From a young age, he had witnessed the profound love shared between his parents and yearned for a connection of that magnitude. This longing for love ultimately became the catalyst for his downfall. At a lavish celebration hosted by the King of Hell, he encountered the child of the night, a girl whose beauty captivated him. Her fiery red eyes evoked the essence of hell, while her pale skin contrasted strikingly with her vibrant ginger hair. Her fascination with blood seemed endearing to him, and he fell for her with an intensity that consumed him. She reciprocated his feelings, and they wed, but her insatiable thirst for sin soon eclipsed their love. Initially, when she betrayed him with another man, guilt gnawed at her conscience, but over time, it morphed into a twisted pleasure. She continued to betray him in the name of hunting, finding solace in his arms after being with others. Unbeknownst to her, her heart began to stir for one of those men, her secret desire growing stronger with each encounter. She thought she could deceive her husband, but on the night of their wedding anniversary, the truth unraveled. The King was furious to discover his beloved entwined with another man. The weight of her betrayal shattered his sanity. In a fit of rage, he tore the man's heart from his chest right before his wife's eyes. Her screams echoed as the love she once cherished disintegrated into nothingness. In her fury, she unleashed a curse of eternal darkness upon him. "Just as I have lost everything, you will lose all that you hold dear. You will witness your loved one turn to dust before your very eyes. Her light will forever be absent from your life. I curse you to an eternity of darkness," she proclaimed. He could only watch in despair as she faded away, his once vibrant pack crumbling into mere ashes, leaving him in utter solitude. He fell to his knees, howling to the moon, his mother, begging for an end to his suffering. With nothing left, he felt the will to live slip away. Who was there to live for? And from that deep sorrow surged a tempest of rage. He lost himself in fury, rampaging through the homes he had once built with his pack. "My precious child," his mother whispered through the chaos surrounding them. She enveloped him in her embrace, tears streaming down her face as they shared in their grief. Witnessing her only son teetering on the brink of madness, the moon goddess felt an unbearable weight in her heart. Yet, her divine powers were futile in this moment. She could neither restore his pack nor conjure a new one to ease his suffering. Feeling helpless, she sought the counsel of the Moirai. The Fates, daughters of Erebus and Nyx, were known for their control over destiny. Clotho spun the threads of life, Lahkesis measured their lengths, and Atropos severed them when the time came. Their roles were clear, but their abilities had limits. The Moirai, unable to resurrect the deceased, examined his thread and delivered their grim verdict: "His soul is irreparably damaged. If this continues, it will fade entirely." "What can I do?" the moon goddess implored. "Half of his soul can be salvaged, but if it remains with him, it too will become corrupted. The only path to salvation is to split his soul in two. With your power, we can mend it, and by weaving the wheel of fate, I can create a new life from it. Only his other half, his soulmate, can redeem him from this darkness." Clotho began to weave the thread of fate, and millennia later, his other half was born into the world as a human. ~•~