The Awakening Of The Luna

002: Lucius The Beast ✨

Chapter Two :

“Where have you been, Marceline?”. Marceline heard her father say as she burst through the door. She dropped her coat on the hard cold cemented floor and turned to look towards her father who sat on the old smelly black fur chair in the middle of the small room, that was gifted to them the day she was born. She sighed as the stench passed through her nose, slightly choking her. She looked around the empty parlour with the chair and a wooden table in front being the only presentable items in the room. She sighed again as she looked away and turned angrily towards her excuse of a room that was just a few steps away.

“ I believe your father asked you a question, Marceline Yah?”. Her mother spoke up from behind her as her hands grazed the wooden handle of her door. Marceline closed her eyes and clenched her jaws in frustration. She took a deep breath, flaring her nose before removing her hand and turning towards her parents.

“I am not deaf”. Marceline said under her breath, but audible enough for her mother to hear, causing her to scoff.

“I would not be surprised if you were, Marceline”. Daciana said, stepping away from her husband’s side and slowly advancing towards her child.

Marceline scoffed as well, “What do you want Mum?”, Marceline asked.

“To know where you went to for you to be coming back so late at night, Is that too much to ask?”. Daciana said, reaching for her hand.

Marceline pulled away, “I think you already know that”. Marceline looked straight at her mother’s eyes and spoke.

“You would not dare, Marceline!!!!!!!!!”. Marceline’s father, Birdwolf said, immediately standing up from his seat.

“I did Mum!”. Marceline screamed towards her mum , with her face bright with a smile.

Her parents look at her with wide eyes, her mother tries to hold her hand again and Marceline, still breathing heavily from her mini-exercise, doesn’t realize it when her mother pulls her in for a hug. Marceline doesn’t fight it and just lets her mother hug her tightly. Birdwolf stands for a while just looking at them before he decides to give them space, leaving the sitting room and exiting the house.

Marceline lets herself sink into her mother’s embrace, though they never had the privilege of owning a perfume. Her mother’s scent was as soothing as any mother could be. It always calmed her down.

Pulling away, Marceline looked at her mother, whose eyes held a great deal of worry for her, “I am sorry,, For lashing out and all”. She said, looking away.

Daciana doesn’t say anything and only pulls her daughter away from the sitting room and takes her to her room. Once in, Daciana closes the door and helps Marceline settle on the bed.

“I don’t hate you Marceline”. Her mother said, breaking the silence, “The circumstances would never be in your favour, you know that “.

“I love him mum, I really do”. Marceline said, shaking her head. She felt her eyes sting and her tears threatened to spill, so she blinked a few times trying to stop her tears from spilling.

“I know Hunny, but his family would never accept you”. Daciana tried reasoning with her daughter.

Marceline sobbed, “He told me he would try”. Marceline tried to see reason with her mother still.

Daciana sighed, “Marceline”. She held onto Marceline’s warm hands and squeezed them gently, “Lowell is a noble. We are slaves from the lower class, what can never be can not be. I do not want you to get hurt later if it does not work out”.

With that, Daciana pulled her daughter’s hands to her lips and kissed them gently, “You should get some rest. We have a long day on the field tomorrow”. Daciana got up from the bed and walked out of the room, leaving her daughter to her thoughts.

Outside of the room, her husband Birdwolf stood waiting for her.

“How is she?”. He asked her once she stepped into the sitting room.

“She will learn Birdwolf,’’ Daciana looked back at the room door, “I hope so at least”. Daciana linked her hands with her husband’s before walking out of the sitting room and into their room.

“I am scared about the Annual choosing coming up”. Daciana said as they settled in their room.

Birdwolf sighed, “That is all that has been on my mind, Daciana”. Birdwolf shook his head.

“Marceline turned nineteen last year. She is well over the age of choosing. It was luck that favoured her as she was not chosen last year. I truly hope she is not chosen this year”. Daciana laid on the bed with her husband. They both looked at their droopy roof and the cracks that decorated it.

“I think we might have to implement Plan B”. Birdwolf said sternly.

“I think so too”. Daciana concured.

The couple soon drift away into the night. Marceline lay on her bed with teary eyes. Marceline shifted to her thoughts that clouded her mind. A part of her knows her mother is not wrong about the class system that exists between her and Lowell and knowing his mother, she would never consent to their relationship. However, there exists a part in her that still believes that maybe they could still be. A tiny bit of her heart that believes that her and Lowell are destined to be.

Marceline shook her head as her thoughts became too much for her. “I blame the Beasts!”. She screamed on top of her lungs. Marceline believed the wolves were the reason why she would never be with Lowell. Since their arrival in the world, everything has been forced, especially the class system that forced humans to be divided into slaves and nobles, when in reality all humans were slaves to the werewolves that dominated the earth.

Marceline hated them with a passion equal to none. Her hatred for the werewolves was stronger than her love for Lowell. She hated the beasts, especially the Demon King LUCIUS THE BEAST. She hated him