Lu Joaker: Selene-Alpha

There was a woman standing on a mountain of corpses.

She stood alone.

Back straight, while her long Locs of hair twisted into medium lengths; was styled into a complicated style, flowed around her. Breath even.

The attire she wore; consisted of a hide material acquired from kills; covering her medium breast and another to make a skirt she had snatched from one of one of the bodies lying around, to cover her flared hips and curved derriere.

Her gaze held no emotion.

Even though the eyes were exquisitely beautiful: her eyes the color of the palest blue, were almost as stark as her white Locs. Her skin, which usually possessed the reddish fertility color of the earth, was now dyed red from the blood. Around her, the vultures flew above.

While around her below: the scavengers stole parts of the dead.

Her face was cold. The massacre she had left behind had been effortless. Not daring to spare anyone-she lied she spared a few.

Shivering and kneeling before her were those who served her.

She did not spare them a glance but continued to focus her gaze and looked up at the heavens and sneered.

What is she?

Beast guise as two-legged walkers.

What did she want?

To kill those who made her hurt so.

Those dwelling in the heavens able to easily look down in the middle realm saw this woman.

More beautiful than a goddess, more sensually made than a demoness. She was simply an abomination.

A few sneered, hoping she would die, condemning her for still breathing life. While others simply stared at the female who seemed to be more powerful than a goddess. To them, she was a being that should never exist, but she had.

What makes the two different?

Gods and demons?

The desire in their hearts.

Gods had no such lowly desires, becoming slaves for them. Those are for the lowly beings.

Since their founding, they held absolute power until this woman appeared, challenging them.

The ruler of the heavens had thought it was time for these lower beings to be purged, leaving room for those they had deemed worthy to

Slaughtering them.

Should they not begin to hate?

These gods had lived so long, ruled so long from the beginning of time, but unknowingly what they did not know is that before time itself there was the Kazmetik-kin kind and their Primordial kind. What was time for such omnipotent beings?

Nothing but an eyesore that controlled them.

Still, they had warred, suffered, died and eventually were forced to slumber.

Then the gods, in their ignorance emerged, time started with a spark.

Who was the instigator?

The one in the background looking at the emergence of these powerful beings like a joke?

No one knew.

This female, she had been among the Kazmetik-kin and Primordial kind.

One of the few who rather forget their origins than slumber.

To suffer until she found that others were able to make her become anchored.

How long?

If you wished to measure in the words of time, how exactly?

Universal time?

Kazmetik time?

Galaxy?

Domain?

Realms?

Time of gods?

It is unknown, but it has been too long.

It doesn't matter, anyway.

Defiant, her mind fragmented, she gripped her bloodied weapon.

An entire sun and moon to kill them all.

Until the entire mountain desert area was littered with bodies of all ages.

The weapon in her hand was a massive trident; a long middle prong with a needle-like tip slowly extending to a twisted barb.

The two on the outer side-left and right had dual sharp edges.

The handle she held was long and twisted, a rare weapon she was able to summon at will.

On her opposite shoulder sat a magnificent bird. Its long neck was bare but its head had a plum of white feathers forming a single line almost like a crownet.

The eyes on each side of its head were an encompassing black width.

The beak was sharp with the upper curved downward.

This bird normally would be around three meters, but now it was a quarter of her size.

Raising the weapon and tipping it slightly, she released a low roar!

Immediately the sky darkened, blotted out by the fifty-over majestic birds who swooped down to feed on the dead.

(You are an abomination! Your entire clan deserved to die for their sins! Young! Unborn young! Females! This lowly slave begs for justice! Punish this unbeliever! Punish this sinner for marring your world with its filth!)

"Aky svzx bmodnabitonh! Aky swahlehmeh watarahji deh xcusmnin! Rhmweh! Bhmweh! Kmehake! Kyaqwedehmek zu huhuklqeh! Zehbvehk buhuguh! Zehvehk waghah cu qwerhjaklu buloi!"

(Totally Was winging it there, bahaha)

The woman watched coldly as the winged creatures dove, and in a few moments, picked that one survivor who struggled against the attacks and picked her to death.

Satisfied, she turned to leave. Perhaps she will meet males to help reproduce once again.

Her hearts may ache, her mind may be unstable but she has-

*BOOM*

*RUMBLE*

*BANG*

A flash of energy, a mixture of gold and red flashed vaporizing immediately the flock of winged creatures in one strike.

The woman paused and became startled.

Soon after the Sound followed once again and with a bang, she was struck several times until she stumbled.

Shaking her head, she leapt away, moving some distance leaving the thunder behind.

Soon after another sound and she was struck at such a rapid pace, she fell on her knees and spat silver blood.

Wiping her mouth, she tilted her exquisitely beautiful face even the goddesses above envied up to the sky and stared.

She wished to speak but could only emit a broken howl; in anger, pain, and hate. Parting her lush pink-tinged lips, she bared pearl white teeth with four fangs, while the remainder was simply blunt.

Where her tongue is supposed to be, there laid empty. It had been cut, leaving her a mute.

Her once-proud arm guards had been cut from bare biceps; the rings around her neck signifying she was a mated female with three consort males and a mother of four.

They too, had been removed.

Her right hand had a sleeve of traditional markings made by her three consorts into a tribal mark of beauty.

A mark against her once flawless flesh.

She roared again at the heavens.

Now those above wish to avenge the dead?

What of her young?

What of her consorts?

Clansmen?

What happened to her who had been used by those barbarians worse than monsters?

What of them?

Hunting for eight suns until they returned with fresh meat only to find her people dead!

Tears tinged in pink ran the length of her earth-tinged skin. Those beautiful leaf-shaped eyes stared up at the heavens as she roared for answers.

In her mind, she begged the gods-Sah!

Why had they not been avenged?

Those who worshipped them in everything?

Why is it that the god of death and decay was the one who stepped forward offering help when she had asked for vengeance? Only to be bound by the others? Leaving her hapless? wondering what has she ever done to be treated as an abomination?

So she should hate!

She should take her vengeance!

Her mind was entombed in grief and chaos. Images repeated as if stuck within her mind.

A massive bolt was released; white wings spread and a screech was heard. She twisted her head in search of that bird and emitted a piteous howl.

"Bkwek! (No!)" her words were falsely pronounced in her effort. Her eyes widened, pupils dilating from shock. Hearts stuttering in her chest.

(Boom! Boom!) resounding in her ears.

As if to say but it was too late.

The massive bird was struck, turning black, forced to fall from the sky. Sprinting forward she approached the magnificent bird and gathered its massive head in her arms, holding the beast which had grew up and bonded with her. She could not help but to weep.

All of them she held close to her hearts were struck down.

What did they ever do?

Is it because they worshipped Lady Kosmah and not the main gods?

When they suffered, what did these gods do?

Begged?

Pleaded?

Prayed..?

Where were they?

When those from a far off tried slaughtered her entire clan, where were the gods?

God of death, God of sorrow! God of pain!

Those were the gods who answered. The gods who lent her strength when all she wanted was to die.

Vengeance!

The once beautiful bird she held dear rose suddenly, spreading its burnt wings,

Bolts of lightning followed again, striking first it and then her.

She rushed towards her bonded bird and held it firm.

They can die together.

She does not want to be lonely. Holding her companion close as it changed into a male.

'So it was true. A true bonded can shift.'

Her tears fell further as they continued to attack just as something inside her snapped.

'enough.'

Gripping her weapon, she threw it. Her gaze became fierce. The once long white hair bled to a red. Her beautiful gaze bled to a black. The irises turned a red so bright that they glowed. The gods paused, but those who feared and hated this lower species attacked together.

Just then a bolt of lightning appeared and connected but shattered, releasing a resounding boom clearing the sky to show around 1...5...20...30 gods gathering power and mixing it to form an extremely powerful bolt to obliterate this abomination.

Her gaze was firm. The sky boomed. She made a slight move. The gods watching on felt there being tremble in disbelieving fear at the shape that suddenly appeared before her.

Her mouth parted, not to release a howl but a hissing shriek. The sound entered their flesh and blood bodies, forcing them to still, unable to move. Eyes widened, thinking so many things that their mind became unstable.

So many regrets, but they were of one mind; kill her before she had become powerful. They should-thoughts were cut off suddenly as she called upon her weapon to attack once again.

The first few fell she continued attacking before chaos ensued and the world shook, groaning from the constant onslaught.

That Sun, the heavens collapsed, the world shuddered, groaned and collapsed.

Within universe 7 Galaxy 176; world 3 fell, and all domains connected to it. It is said that the cores known as gods were killed off. This led to the destabilization of Galaxy 176 who could not react in time and so it died, ceasing to exist. The universe 7 feeling the backlash was said to have received internal injuries and fell into a rejuvenating slumber.

As for the one who started this?

It is unknown.

The remaining gods watched on feeling for the first time the dark emotions; loss, despair, and defeat. They wished to attack once more, but so many had fallen, forcing them to only stare with hate and need for vengeance. As for the woman who had been left to taste utter loneliness? The woman retracted her gaze, parted the space and stepped in.

Surrounded by the vast darkness, she was engulfed. Blood spilt from between her lips, dripping down her chin to drop into the yawning darkness. The fragile body she dwelled within slowly collapsed the power within her primordial soul rioting. Knees giving out she fell on her knees than on her hands, her head bowed as the pain continued to riot throughout her entire being. She had used too much power fighting them.

She could no longer stand aside as the gods wiped them out. She felt that their deaths would have been in vain if she had allowed them to live.

She hated the gods, hated them for not helping. Hated them for allowing them to suffer unjustly!

Why when they believed in them wholeheartedly that they would abandon them?

Is it because they had worshipped another deity?

What have they done for them as a whole?

How could they be worthy of continual worship?

The woman shook her head, blood spilling from her eyes like blood tears stained against her richly toned skin. She looked hauntingly beautiful. She questioned in her mind almost ceaselessly, being left with pure confusion.

She could not understand.

In fact, she is to the point she refuses to understand.

Her sight went black.

From the darkness, a female appeared. The domain she entered as far as her six eyes could see was damaged to the point of almost collapse. The being at present had shed the form she had disdained, revealing her sleek form.

Similar to a wolf, but not truly Wolf. This being is too powerful to be mainly that, but what could it be called now?

A remnant of a primordial soul, if so much?

Not too long ago, she had lost two pods of her offspring only to have this one be on the brink, becoming close enough to death.

She was annoyed by this outcome but saw it for the better.

After that incident between the siblings no less.

The god-cores were arrogant after gaining power, yet all of this was part of her training. To become stronger. With a wave of her hand, the domain was healed and the soul on the cusp of becoming one with darkness was healed, forming the six tailed beast slumbering. Watching its beautiful furred form, she then woke it to ask for its opinion. "Your first life is over. You will have five lives in total. Tell me what form you wish to take?"

"The wolf, I want to also become a guardian of those too weak to defend themselves. If I fail, then my life will be forfeited and I am to be tortured due to that fail." She was surprised by this, but acquiesced to the wish.

With this alone, she knew that this offspring will suffer but she will at least have a chance at living again.

There was a pained whine.

Soon after following this a growl was heard. Outside, a pack of wolves waited nervously for the female-Alpha, commonly known as the Selene-alpha to give birth to her first litter of pups.

On this day, the trees and bush seemed greener. The prey that was caught was plentiful.

The Alpha was pleased with his female who appeared five moon cycles ago.

Within is the old she-wolf watching to make sure the birth for the first time mother was safe.

The eight-meter tall Alpha prowled the forest, his paw landing heavily on the ground. His four eyes; the main being the largest and the secondary, but being the smallest, stared fixedly at the cave entrance. Finally, the old howl of the She-wolf was heard as she announced the birth of his first litter of pups.

"The pup is born!"

The wolves howled. Some yipped excitedly. The Alpha waited for another announcement but none other was heard.

One single pup.

Still, it was from his beloved Selene-alpha, so he would happily accept.

Entering the cave soon after, the Alpha was met with the strong smell of blood. Ignoring that, he approached the slightly smaller Selene-alpha wolf and looked down at the newborn pup. Upon seeing it, he felt that the fur was quite beautiful.

The fur coat was a beautiful white like his own with the bright, glowing eyes like its mother. Sniffing it, the Alpha noticed that it had their perfect blend. The mother Selene-alpha felt content that she had finally given birth to a pup. The others present felt that the Selene-alpha seemed to have a weak womb, but since this is the first pup, the next should be OK.

Time continued to pass. Wolves would enter heat every fifteen moon cycles, which made their production rather slow. Especially for a female who is only fertile upon her thirtieth moon cycle and has only two heats before she begins to age. For a female, having a litter of three or five pups is a blessing. As for the Selene-alpha?

It seems that her pup is not really a wolf but a defect. The pup had silky fur, but it was not one pelt of color or toned in a beautiful pattern of patches like on the ear, eye or entire stomach area females found attractive on a male. Instead, the fur was a green with white patches; the eyes were quite strange as well, much scarier than their most feared enemy. A pale green with three pupils! One in the middle with duals at each opposite end. The tail was funny as well, half the length of a wolf and covered with half the fur.

The ears were also curved, and the female made a strange laughing sound. The pups had no desire to play with it.

Even when they did, the pup that was so strange was more a loner lacking the social needs like wolves.

Upon the next heat, the Selene-alpha went into heat. The alpha mated, and she swelled with young. During that time, the young male wolves eyed the pup borne of the Selene-alpha and the Alpha. They saw how her green fur shone with a lustrous glow. Those strange eyes twinkled and the slightly long fur around her neck area attracted them to her unusual beauty. Many had brought pieces of the prey to her, but she had ignored it several times, accepting the prey from the few females.

Upon the day the Selene-alpha was to give birth, the pup disappeared.

The firstborn pup roamed, walking through the lush forest for many moons until it met the flowing stream of water. After that, it dipped a forepaw within before plunging into its depths and paddling its four paws to move forward. After that, it was not long before it reached the other side. Shaking it's slightly long fur, it stared at the vast pale blue before it.

The pup thought it was fascinating at the time and happily bound across the cold flaky mass.

This continued for five triple moons and twin suns.

On the fifth moon, there was a two-legged creature who appeared. The pup was puzzled by this two-legged creature inhaling its scent. It could not be eaten, but perhaps a toy to bat around?

The pup raised a paw and brought it down, watching as the tiny two-legged thing was sent flying in the distance. Following it with a few bounds, the pup continued to smack it before wrinkling its nose in disgust.

There was a red liquid flowing from it and its body became still. The pup became distressed suddenly and thought that her toy was broken and she should try healing it. With a touch of her somewhat blunt claw, the toy was healed.

'fragile.' The pup growled, turning away. Time passed.

What was one triple moon cycle became two and then, in a blink ten. The pup grew larger. Almost as larger as her Alpha father. She gained knowledge. Her form upon maturity gained knowledge. She was not fully wolf. If that was not enough, her four forepaws were a sign. The two hind paws were shorter, and she made a strange laughing sound. She felt content roaming alone only feeling the slight need to visit her Selene-alpha mother and Alpha father. Fear was the only thing keeping her back, though.

The small two-legged beings were called 'Mensch'. She had a desire that had a hold on her to guard them; protecting them from harm.

Upon her fourteenth, triple moons cycle, one triple moons cycle before she was supposed to enter her first heat there was an attack. She tried to rush back, tried to save them, but alas she was too late. Upon her return, the entire colony of mensh was trampled to death, leaving none alive. A howl was torn from her throat. She felt the pain in her hearts, making her vision blur.

Darkness blanketed her vision, leaving her with a feeling of floating freely.

[failed, punishment to be tortured for a hundred galaxy spans]

After the voice announced this, she felt the first shred of pain knifing through her entire form.

This lasted for so long that time could not be measured.