VIMDRAOLF

Este día llamo al aire, la tierra y el agua para soportarme. Te maldigo este día.

I curse you child this day, may the atmosphere bear me witness, the earth, air, water be here present. I summon the Darkness that lurk at night time, ban to never feel the sunlight, the monstrous beast that hides in the wood come, come heed unto the cry of my voice.

This Evil being filled with hatred stretch her right hand to the Air while speaking the language of the unknown, her lips continuously moving without words flying out.

Her black long hat fell from her head revealing the scattered almost bald head, with fresh worms crawling and dancing around her scalp.

With a snap of her sharp long fingers that could be mistaken for knife, the worms caught fire with some part of her half bald head, as if the hair was not scanty enough. She picks up the roasted worm from her head with her long nails, as she open her mouth releasing her brown extremely long curly tongue, wrapping the worm in it while savouring the taste before rolling her tongue in to chew with her rotten grass green teeth.

Amargo just like her name filled with gross bitterness, She was relentless and determined to finish this curse. She vowed to turn the innocent human boy child in her arm into a ferocious beast. The air was misty and foggy, no animal walking, creeping or crawling dare to come out.

Amargo hatred brought out the wild beast in her as she would stop at nothing to see her once lover son turned into a savage barbarian beast of prey, not even the piercing cry of the child could melt her heart.

She picked the ancient clay pot with her half rotten hand filled with holes and nails so long that could pierce a beating heart. Her flesh was dead and had turn black.

Poder del fuego she spoke again commanding fire to come under the clay pot. The floating green fire began to burn under the clay pot making smoke fill the air. She the suspends the crying baby on the air and picking up a cup just like the pot made of clay. This cup was filled with liquid to the brim, this was not ordinary liquid, but the blood of an infant vampire that she had drained out every single blood and venom, turning a deaf ears to it's fearful screams without mercy. By her side she laid three clay cup also filled with blood, in the second contains the blood of a wolf and the third, the blood of a dragon.

Amargo pours the liquid into the smoking pot, she dip her finger into the boiling mixture to stair it, after wards licking it out with her tongue. The 600 years old witch smiled showing her rotten teeth to the one year old human child.

She laughs out so loudly, that the birds run into hiding when she remembered how she brutally murdered the parent of the child with her. Their screams sang sweet lullaby to her ears, the fear in their eyes appease the monster in her. He was suppose to be Hers not having that weak, fragile woman in his arms.

She started with the female, making the male watch as his beloved screamed to dead. Her long nails went deep buried into her beloved lovers heart and In a second, she pulls the pumping heart out, making the lady fall to the ground as if she weighed nothing . She held the heart in her hand flashing her rotten teeth, before licking the blood off her hand after throwing the heart to the ground.

Each century that pass since Amargo was born, a virgin girl was sacrificed to the God witch, and in return Amargo is granted more power and longevity

There was little, high, higher and supreme ranking of the witches. Amargo proudly occupy the higher rank making her feared by most witches.

The male held fear in his eyes, he knew he was next and no amount of pleading could melt her stone cold heart. And the same way she killed his lover, she did with him, but not without detaching his manhood from his body, with so much ease as if plucking a flower. The man died in pain greater than his beloved.

She picks up the child after making sure her mixture was ready, slice the flesh off his forehead right in the middle and pour the mixture into the child.

You shall be my personal dog, the monster I create this day, your eyes shall remain dark as night, seven days from now, on four legs shall you stand, you shall be one with the blood of this three beast combine, your peace seize at night as the darkness of the night torment you till day.

Amargo was still not satisfied with the curse and suffering she had just bestowed on the young child. She dropped the child to the ground with force running into her cottage to find black magic potion.

Azara her apprentice that has lived with her for a century has silently been watching her Mistress. She held pity for this child as her leg moves towards the him, she pick the crying child up and just a glance at his eyes, she was determine to do the small she could to ease the horrible fate that await this child.

You shall be powerful just like the beast that now lives inside of you, but on the full moon after a thousand years, a girl child shall be born, who would be an antidote to your pain, the second you see her, behold your once dark eyes shall become gold, and your souls shall merge to become one. Azara cut her tomb spilling the blood on the forehead of the child, to seal her declaration.

She drop the child right where her mistress had kept him so as to avoid suspicious. She knew she was no match for senior witch and left the premises before her mistress comes out.

And just like Azara had predicted, Amargo came out holding a white powder like substance in her hand. She pick the child up and sprinkle the powder right where she had cut him open, and immediately the substance came in contact with his forehead, the hole she had made earlier closed and the crying child enter into a deep sleep. And was asleep for seven days.

VIMDRAOLF as humans and creature call him. The Gray colour canis lupus stood at eight feet in length from nose to the tip of his tail weighting 200 pounds. The grey wolf with white stripes at every 10 centimeter of his body standing in all his glory right on the snow with his heavy paw pads buried in it. The hair on his neck and shoulder stand up aggressively

His gold eyes shine in the night so bright. He raise his tail in dominance but even without raising his tail no other creature dare to come near, the scent coming out his body was enough to tell people his rank.

But he was not an ordinary wolf, not just one beast lives in him but two and a blood sucking demon.

Apart from his wiry, long and dense fur enough to keep him warm, on his back bone sits a huge bat wing, a gift from his dragon or you could call it sea serpent. His speed was as first as seven wolfs combine thanks to the blood sucking Vampire in him.

He is terror, no animal or creature dare to cross his path, even the tree shivers till he is gone. He release his beasts for running. And it began running at five kilometers per mile.

Night time was his worst favourite time of the day. The torments from evil spirit wouldn't stop him from running and feeling the breeze on his fur.

His nose pick up the scent of his next prey twenty Kilometers away, now that was just bad luck for the baby deer that refused to stay in hiding just like the rest animal. Everyone In the kingdom knows when king VIMDRAOLF comes out for running, you go into hiding.

VIMDRAOLF gave a long howl, before showing its fifty canine teeth. He rarely uses his wings except for extreme cases.

The cold snow could not slow him down nor the freezing wind, he had strong protective paw. His wolf side was itching to come out, he was in charge now, and any bit of humanity left in him was long gone now that the wolf has smelt it's midnight snack. This was not the time to feel the breeze on his fur, he was on a mission, and the last thing he needed was to get on his wolf bad side if he miss his target.

He attack the poor deer before it could even know what was coming. One mile away from the deer, he lift his wings and fly dropping down by the side of the deer giving it a surprise attack before opening his massive molars and powerful jaw crushing the bone of the deer, biting deep 2000 pounds of pressure per square inch.

VIMDRAOLF was not in the mood of chasing his prey like it did yesterday, tiring it out before painfully killing it. He ate the deer flesh after flesh leaving just the bones remaining.

His vampire nature is extremely clean, and even after finishing piles of blood, it makes sure to clean himself.

The beast VIMDRAOLF take off to the lake, where he sit down first watching his reflect, admiring his beast, he has not seen anyone stronger.

He close his eyes as he changes back to its human form, standing naked in the middle of the forest in front of the lake. The harsh cold air couldn't spears his skin, his dragon strong protective skin shielded him. And just like he did with his beast, he did also with his human form admiring it.

His pale white skin, and fang teeth evidence showing from his mouth, even his human form could not hide his vampire beast. The breeze blew through his white hair that he always have in a bun, but today he decided to let it down, making him look more manly with his full pointed nose and sharp jawline.

His hand move to his forehead, a transparent glass just like the water pyramid shape crystal about 2 cm on each side replace the hole that Amargo dug one thousand years ago. This crystal holds his power and beast together.

His eyes went to his biceps, the moon shine it's light on him, exposing the mark he hates with passion. The chain marks given to him daily by Amargo, even the fast healing power of his werewolf could not help much from the cut caused by the chain.

From his right leg he took the first step dipping his leg into the water, before moving his second leg. VIMDRAOLF was viewed as a god, not a god you run to for help, but a destructive God.

Nothing survive on its path, nothing grows where he steps, if he had his way, he would seize the sun so everyone will be in darkness just like him. He kept walking into the water till he six feet gone into it, it still didn't completely cover the 7 feet beast exposing just his head.

He deeps his head into the lake washing out the blood stain from his face. He stayed down in the water till he was sure the water has washed away the blood, He raised his head revealing his gold eyes and serpent like slit pupil.

His beast form, just like is human form is horrific, he was cursed for life, the mark on his body constantly remind him of who he is, a slave.

He came out of the lake just like he entered. Rumour has it that he is also a mermaid because of the built of his toes, it is similar to it's dragon wings, his six toes are join in a way that makes it easy for him to swim under water.

The creatures and supernatural knows of Vimdraolf so does the human world.

Parent tell their children scary tales about about him using it to scare them, or to make them do their bidding.

MALDITO located in the mist of a mountain, right in the middle of "Mar Malvado" an evil sea that is said to have the spirit of lost souls swimming in it. The tales passed down from generation states that a visit to the sea means the end of your life. Mar Malvado known for it's popular name, " Sea of no return"

MALDITO is an ancient city ruled by many great gods, who in the end pass down the privilege of kingship to Divine being when they decided it was time to leave the earth.

The first rulers made to seat on the throne were the lycanthropy, known to be dangerous and kill without mercy. History has it that they tried to trick zeus into eating flesh of human, which was seen as a great abomination. Zeus in return cursed them, turning them into the first werewolf.

But that just gave them enough power and authority, making them untouchable and all the more dangerous. No one has been able to take power from their hand, not until the creation of Vimdraolf, the first of its kind. A vampire dragon wolf.

Witches that once lived in hiding came into full light under the leadership of Amargo and her pet Vimdraolf. The war between the werewolf and witches lasted for seven bloody days. Sacrifices were made, soul were trapped, and a new queen emerged. Amargo was untouchable, she took the kingdom from the Lycan the werewolf king chaining him in Hades to rot.

When the moon is at its fullest, red as if bathed in blood, every werewolf are at their strongest void of any humanity in them, BLOOD MOON.

The aftermath of the last blood moon was so horrific that Vimdraolf decided to chain himself down this time to reduce the damage he was going to create.

His wolf became restless, his fur becoming obvious, coming out from his human flesh, His knees too week to carry his body so he falls to the ground. He so badly wanted to shift, he felt every bone cracking, every joint rearrangement, the pain each blood moon was greater than the formal.

Amargo ruled for almost 800 year with iron fist. After the great betrayal, she was banished and so were the other witches too, while the surviving rest went into hiding.

By the contract drafted, humans were to have dominion on their part of the land given. And free to pick the supernaturals that could stay with them.

Their side of the land had peace from rouge and could sleep in peace not scared that a werewolf or vampire could end their lives but their peace came at a price.

The scream of the heavy woman was heard loudly, she was due, and was sure she would die if the baby in the womb don't pity her at this point and come out. Four midwives surrounded her bed, as she kept pushing with whatever strength she has left. No body has ever seen a woman in labor for a full day. The hot water in a bowl was changed again for the seventh time now, one of the midwife brought in a fresh hot water to the room, disposing the formal.

The villagers carries the rumour that surely, she was not going to birth a human, even while married to a human. If she comes out of the room alive, questions await her, one thing they hated was disloyalty, and women that share their bed.

A loud howl that sounded more like a painful cry from a wolf was heard afar, and the cry of the child filled the room, the woman could not even see the face of her child has she passed out from exhaustion.

The eldest of the midwife took the child trying to examine her. Werewolf are born with blue eyes, but this baby has green eyes, as green as the trees.

Her skin was not pale like that of a vampire, she had no wings like the fairy, or long pointy ears like the Elfs, she was completely normal, but they were not convinced, the mystery surrounding her birth was too confusing. Who was the Wolf that his call made her come out of her mother's womb? She had refused for almost two days leaving her mother in labour pain. It was as if she waited patiently for the howl, and without a single push from the mother, she came out all on her own.

The child's father was summon to the room to take his crying infant. This man loves his wife so much and he believe she could never cheat on him. His child's birth is just the prophecy that came to pass.

On the day of their marriage, a raven had flew in to the room right before they were about to make love. This bird did not carry a letter like other do, but spoke instead.

" She is chosen to break the cursed, from his cry she shall be born"

The bird turned into ashes right after it delivered the message.

The man took the crying child in his arms and she calm down immediately. It was obvious the midwives wanted nothing to do with the child and fleed for their safety. They left the room with lies at the tip of their tongue ready to interpret their side of the story to the villagers.

This child snuggle close to her father's breast with her eyes close, this father wished to protect his daughter with all his might, but he also knew it's impossible to fight fate and come out victorious, especially when your daughter has been mated to a werewolf, and not just any type of werewolf, VIMDRAOLF himself, popularly known as the three beast man.

The child squeezed her mouth about to start another round of crying. But the man held her close to his chest, moving her gently so she goes to sleep and forget about food. He pitied his poor wife who has been in labor and hope his baby girl does too.

As if she heard her father's plea, she put her hand in her mouth, sucking it before sleeping. The man drop the sleeping child close to her mother as he leaves the room, but with one though on his mind, to go meet the human representative and talk to him. There is no proof that is wife cheated on him, so she can't be punished.

He left the room without knowing the trick destiny has in store for both him, his wife and the little innocent child that was just brought into the world.