The Alpha King (The Rogue Queen)

Darkness cannot drive out darkness only light can, hate cannot drive out hate only love can, thus they all exist side by side”  ••••••••••••••••• She was born the night of the blood moon with the first breath she drew, she tasted the power– the richness of it, and the bitterness.  Her birth was one of the only existing chains that could span links of her kind– if kept alive.  A prophecy that is often gilded with the sheen of folklore and hatred, a kind to be killed at the sight of it turns out to be true. But when the prophecy was rubbed with dirt, it held fast, tempered by the strength of doubt. Destiny and fate joined forces. There were other worlds, other places, where those first cries of birth were celebrated. Far beyond the sweeping vistas of the Monterey coast where the child's lusty cry echoed through their wooden houses, the new life was celebrated. But in this old cold cabin– deep in the green hills of Ireland, on the windswept moors of Cornwall, deep in the cave of Wales, along the rocky coast of Brittany– that sweet song of life was not heard.  The wind moaned, and the trees hunched and gnarled of the being in their midst.   A lone tear fell from her parent's eyes as they smiled at their daughter who waved an angry fist in the air without crying.   But their hearts ached for they knew what awaits her.   Her dark eyes glistened, more darker and evil than her blue eyes which held little to no color.   Her left hand turned black, as she lay still staring into the dark abyss.   A bang was heard, and voices echoed into the night as the moon retreated.   Her mother whimpered as she hid her beneath the wooden floor.   Sad and disheartened to leave her child at an infant age.   She steps away to face death with her husband.   With the howling wind, shouts, and death of two willing parents. A powerful goddess was born. Though the choice would be hers– a gift; after all can be refused, treasured, or ignored– it would remain as much a part of the child, and the woman she will become, as the color of her eyes. For now, she was only an infant, her sight still dims, her thoughts still half-formed.  But she was still the queen of all supernaturals. As her mum took her last breath she hoped that of all the gifts she would pass along, all the truths she whispered, the child would understand one, the vital one.  “That darkness and light exist side by side” --- The wind blew fiercely, at the face of a pale-looking lady, she stood on the balcony dressed in a black nightdress a silver dagger strapped to her waist, she stares up at the dark clouds as streaks of lightning rumbled through them, the moon shone brightly, and the clouds darkened intensely, it was a full moon. The air grew intensely chilling; it felt like breathing in ice, her hands tightened on the rails of the balcony as she continued staring up at the sky. The moon slowly started turning Red, the clouds darkened, even more, the air blew more fiercely than before, a rumbling thunder struck up in the sky, and lightning and thunder fought for dominance up the sky. The ticking clock dinged loudly indicating it was twelve, the witching hour. Series of dark magic erupted from different parts of the world, she could feel it, their dark magic, they could feel their pure magic, and she could feel the moon calling her, the darkness seeking her being, the forest calling for her presence, the earth. Her being was being needed, her skin pricked and itched as she could no longer control her powers, her dark side was beginning to take control, she feels her eyes contacts being removed by her darker being, her hands start getting darker the black ink spreading, her eyes turn to a soulless color, her whole body pales and darkens only her face has color. Her fangs elongate and her claws come out, a crown of raven appears on her head, and as black smoke surrounds her, it lifts her and carries her out of her balcony and down to a forest clearing. She sits down on the floor and commands the smoke around her to draw the witching mark, it makes a huge circle with a double triangle on it, and black candles appear around it and magically lits up, the black smoke surrounds her again and lifts her and sets her in the middle of the witching circle. She starts chanting in a melodious tone her hands raised in the air slightly, she chanted, at the rise of her voice the candle fire would increase, and once her chants reduced it would go back to normal, the dark energy around her intensify and starts to surround her, it covered her fully and later clears to reveal a she-demon, she was still dressed in a her black nightdress, but her skin color had changed, one part was black while the other was white, her eyes were shut as she stayed floating in the air, her horns where black and long it ends pointy and sharp, her fangs were out of her mouth. Her claws are long and sharp. The dark smoke hovered around her like a tornado. The Red moon shone brightly giving her some of its power, the dark smoke swirls higher and her horns grew longer, the wind picked up its pace, and the trees start to bend to its will and command, she went here into the sky the black smoke rising too, as a large surge of energy, the magic that radiated all over the world hits her, she rises higher above the trees, her dark companion following her.“BLOOD MOON” she said in a whisper and all the dark energy she held went loose, the trees in the forest wilted, turned to dust, the forest was dry of trees, all the birds, animals that lived in it died. She lowers back to the ground the black smoke wrapping itself around her, as she got stuck in her dark abyss, yet again…