Earth
Sicilia's POV:
Frank and I became the best of friends.
He was the demon lord’s son and the master of mischief and lies. He was very powerful, cunning, charming, and friendly. He was in the fourth tier, the most powerful category of demon. He had his massive demon warriors and was a member of the council of elders. This was one of the reasons why he was given the title Prince of Hell: ‘Master of Mischief, Deceit, and Chaos,’ with a grin that could charm the devil himself.
Under his guidance, I was able to tap into my powers, discovering new abilities and skills. Frank taught me how to control my emotions, channeling my anger and frustration into potent dark magic. He showed me how to summon dark energies, wield shadowy illusions, and manipulate the truth.
I became colder, more calculating, and more ruthless. I learned to use my magic to achieve my selfish goals, no matter the cost. Frank was happy to see me become heartless, and he encouraged me to never forgive. Together, we fought many battles and destroyed canals, and I found comfort in doing evil. Demons feared me, and Frank’s sisters, Heller, Lilith, and Delilah, respected me because of my wickedness.
I had numerous enemies, and I obeyed Frank's everyday slogan, ‘You must never let your enemy live’
I battled with twelve-headed demons, vampires, witches, warlocks, and enchanters and came out victorious. My ability to withstand pain helped, and within a short while, I was given the title ‘Princess of Hell.’ I was overjoyed that I was finally getting recognized somewhere, but I didn't show my happiness.
I swore an oath of loyalty to Hell and moved to the second tier. The level of demonic manipulation. Frank told me that a time would come when I would need to lead the earth demons back to hell as part of my job as the princess of hell, but I didn't take his words seriously.
I swore an oath to never fall in love and to eat Kelvin's heart.
Two months later
After my morning practice, I walked up to the demon lord. My eyes burned like fire, and my long silver hair was packed in a ponytail.
"I am ready to go back to earth!" I thundered at him without bothering to greet him. One important lesson I've learned in hell is that greetings make you look weak and pathetic. The only person I greeted was Frank, and that's because he treated me like a sister.
The demon lord was seated on a great throne, surrounded by flames and fire. Hundreds of demoness surrounded him, trying to seduce him into sleeping with them, but he didn't give them his attention. Some demons scoffed at seeing me, jealousy and envy evident in their eyes.
“Who dares to disturb me without greetings?” He asked, his voice rumbling like thunder, and he turned his burning eyes to my side. If I were an ordinary demon, I would have died from the demon lord's glare. But I was used to it and stared at him with an intense gaze.
“Ouch!” He whined, pretending to be hurt. “It's you... can't you greet?”
“Greetings Master! I demand to go back to earth. I have a mission to fulfill, and I won't come back until Alpha Kelvin's heart is between my teeth,” I promised, my eyes cold and my soul lifeless. I had lost my sanity, and the gentle soul of yesterday had turned into a dark mist, ready to devour both the sinner and the saint.
“You are not strong enough! You still have a lot to learn,” he replied gently, turning to face Lyra, who had just entered.
“Master, I think she is ready to face your nemesis,” Lyra said, grimacing but quickly correcting herself. “I mean, she is ready to face her nemesis.”
I didn't pay attention to the nervousness in her voice, and I hissed loudly. “With or without your consent, I will escape from Hell and return to Earth. My soul is not at rest; I need to destroy the werewolves!” My voice was bitter as I remembered how I was maltreated.
The demon lord stared at me with squinted eyes for a while, and then a wide grin appeared on his face. “Dracula,” he said, standing up, walking towards me, and stretching out his hand for a shake.
I’ve heard people mention his name, but this was the first time it came out of his mouth. I stared at his outstretched hand for a while, contemplating whether to shake it. After a while, I shook his hand. “I am Sicilia,” I reintroduced myself.
As our hands touched, I felt a rush of energy, and a cold sensation descended upon me.
“We are now connected by blood, flesh, and powers,” Dracula informed, releasing my hand. “Lyra will prepare everything for you; note that once you leave the gates of Hell, you will be transported to Alpha Kelvin's pack. You might not recognize it, as it is very different now. His personality will be different, and so will his family.”
“How so?” I asked, surprised and curious.
“He will not be the same, and you won't find his evil family. He wouldn't recognize you, nor would any members of his pack. Sneak in like a maid, and keep me updated every day. Lastly, his name is now Alpha Ken, no longer Kelvin,” he informed me with a smirk I failed to notice.
I felt happy, thinking I was going to my ex-boyfriend's pack, but I didn't know that I was heading to a place destined to bring about my downfall.
“I am ready to leave,” I informed the man behind me, my tone solemn.
I wasn't carrying my bags, and I wore a gown that would help me blend in perfectly.
“Okay,” Frank replied, turning to walk toward me. He firmly held my shoulders and stared into my eyes. “Weakness begins when you pity your enemy and fail to strike at the right time. Remember Sicilia, it's either you kill or you get killed.” He told me with a curved smile on his face. “If you ever feel threatened, don't cry because it will only make you weak. Either you kill or you summon demons. I’ll never stop thinking about you, little sister, and once in a while I’ll check up on you,” he promised me, like a brother I never got to have. If it were the former me, I would have burst into tears, but the new me just scoffed at him.
“What the hell do you think you are doing? And why do you sound like a weakling? Have you finally lost your sense of sanity? Don't you know that pity and love are for the weak?” I asked and hissed, irritated by his words.
Frank burst into laughter, clapping his hands joyfully. “Yes! No emotional display; you are finally ready to go.”
We both laughed at his words, and with one final nod, I left hell, riding on a black stallion. I was unsure of what the outside world held for me, but I was ready to kill if I needed to. I was ready to overcome the world, ready to destroy any Alpha, human, or wolf that stood in my path. But if only I knew what Dracula was planning behind my back, I wouldn't have wished to be reincarnated.
Alpha Ken's POV:
‘When will this clown shut up and get the fudge out of here?’ I wondered as Victor kept oppressing me with his annoying words.
"Come on, Ken, just spend some time with her," Victor urged, his voice low and persuasive. “Your mother is getting anxious about your lack of a mate. And besides, it'll be good for you to have some distraction."
I raised an eyebrow, but my mind was still focused on the report in front of me. "I don't have time for distractions, Victor. And I certainly don't need my mother's interference in my personal life."
Victor sighed sadly, his expression unyielding. “But Ken, you need to think about the future of the pack. You can't remain single forever. Besides, you have numerous mistresses; why can't you settle down with one of them?” He asked with a pout.
I snorted, my patience wearing thin. "I'm not interested in cheap ladies who would shamelessly throw their bodies at the opposite sex or any other wolf, for that matter. My focus is on expanding my pack, not indulging in any lasting romantic relationship."
Victor's expression turned serious, his eyes narrowing. "Ken, you need to listen to me. Your mother is getting desperate, and if you don't give her what she wants, she'll start to meddle in the pack's affairs. And trust me, you don't want that... No, we do not want that.”
“Arghh!” I growled, my anger rising. “I will handle my mother. My relationship with any of my mistresses is my business. I don't want you interfering. I will not be swayed by you into getting a mate! Not today, not tomorrow, not ever. I don't want a woman!” I replied, my hands squeezing the report in front of me as I tried to regain my sanity.
“Oh, if that's the case,” Victor began and flashed me an evil grin, gaining my attention at once, “you don't have to have a female mate. I mean, I don't mind if you date a man; I even volunteer to teach you the basics.”
“You son of a gun!” I growled and flung the report away, nearly hitting Victor with it. “Victor! You know how to push my buttons, don't you?” I glared at him, my eyes blazing with anger. “You're crossing a line, Victor. I'm your Alpha, and I won't be disrespected by you or anyone else. I'm done with this conversation." I stood up, my eyes blazing, and towered over Victor. “Get out of my sight,” I growled, my voice low and menacing, “and don't ever dare mention this again.”
Victor's smile slipped, and he took a step back, his eyes darting away like a guilty kid caught red-handed. “I am sorry, Alpha Ken; I didn't mean to overstep,” he muttered, his voice laced with a hint of fear.
I turned my back on him and shook my head angrily. “Just get out, Victor, now. I don't want to see your face or that of anyone else!”
Victor nodded and quickly left. I sighed softly. I didn't mean to scare the scrap out of him, but I was frustrated about everything, plus my mother's constant nag about settling down was getting pretty annoying.
“You know he's just trying to help you.” I heard a melancholic voice when the door was gently opened.
“I’m sure you heard that I don't want to meet anyone!” I growled with a hoarse voice, not bothering to turn around because I knew the invader.
"Oh, come on, Ken! Don't think about transferring your frustrations and aggression on me,” she continued with a soft voice and picked up the report, which I threw to the floor.
“What do you want?” I asked with a light growl, knowing she wouldn't leave until she got her answer.
“The enforcer Gamma just informed me that the new batch of slaves are around. They are all women.” She paused, expecting my reaction, but I kept quiet, swearing silently.
“Priya, being my favorite sister doesn't mean you have the right to torture me!” I dragged the report from her and sat down on the desk. “I don't care if they are children! Slaves are slaves, so it's either you get them sold out, turned into sex slaves, or you make them household slaves. Better still, kill them if you feel angry,” I replied nonchalantly, and she gave me a disapproving grin.
“You really are Ken Beacon, Alpha of the Northern Wolves, son of the lost she-devil.” Priya shook her head sadly and left my office.
I paused for a minute, put my hands in my trouser’s pocket, and decided to visit the slaves’ quarters for the first time. In case one of them misbehaves and needs to be taught a painful lesson.
Do I still need to introduce myself?
Argh, fine! My name is Ken Beacon, and I am Alpha of the North. I have one of the biggest packs with over fifty thousand soldiers, and my warriors are the bravest and strongest.
I don't have a close relationship with other Alphas, mainly because I don't have a good social presence and my mother detests wolves. You might be wondering why an Alpha's mother would detest her fellow werewolf. Well, that's because she’s a full-blooded she-devil, and ever since I can remember, she has been the most caring mother. She made me independent at the age of six, and I had my first swim lesson at the age of five. I swam with sharks.
I know all about dark magic and spells, and although I am a full-blooded werewolf, my mother has never told me why she was a demon while I was a wolf. Sometimes I feel like I have another family, a twin I just can't place my hands on.