Midnight Sun's Paradise

In the celestial world, where an ethereal world of heavenly stars and skies collided, a man with stunning charm was standing on a pitched black chariot with his head crowned with a dark glittering crescent moon. The black garb he was wearing and his wide inflexible shoulders that were covered with a black cape shone very brightly as the moonlight's hazy gleam reflected his every movement. It wasn't easy for the immortals to formally see this man because once and for all, this man was the leader of their clan. The leader of the werewolf clan, Lycaon del Tirano. While on his chariot, in front of him were a group of werewolves, bowing their heads faithfully. Their manly figures were marred with fresh bad gashes, wounds, and bruises--- as if this pack of werewolves just ran away from a fight. "How pathetic..." Lycaon smirked as he hardly slapped one of the three werewolves in front of him. The werewolf who was slapped, Ivan Haze Bernin, shifted to his human form. He was trembling and still trying to show off his utmost respect despite being slapped by his respected man. "W-We're sorry for this matter, Lord Lycaon," he trembled. And for some reason, the two werewolves on his side, Zenero Jun Quizon and Vergon Cole Tanudra, immediately shifted to their human forms as well as they continually bowed down their heads towards their clan leader. "We nearly killed the four demons, but we didn't know there were ten of them... No... there were a lot of them. We ran away as soon as we knew many of our men were defeated," Vergon delineated while clenching his fist out of disappointment. Ivan whimpered as his swollen injuries got worsen due to his stiffened position. But since this werewolf was a strong one, he didn't flinch about it but instead, he continued to stay on his knees. "I-I don't care if I die right here, right now. I-I just don't want to fight with those demons anymore." The werewolf, Zenero, bit by bit stood up on his trembling legs. "So what? You want those demons to kill all of our clan?" Lycaon sighed sarcastically. Zenero immediately shut his mouth up. He doesn't want his family to be killed nor anyone to be killed by those demons, but in his state right now, he couldn't just stand this continuous brawl between demons and their clan anymore. For himself, on his behalf, he had already enough with this all. He's done with all of this, and he's giving up. His body couldn't fight any longer. "I don't care." Zenero turned away his head. "I don't want my family to get killed, so I will protect them instead." And those last words were the last thing Lord Lycaon heard from him. The werewolf, Zenero, then walked away as if he's abandoning the presence of the clan leader. As he walked away, the two werewolves or his two close friends, Vergon and Ivan, bowed down their heads in front of their clan leader and they wholeheartedly apologized for the matter. After apologizing, they both stood up and quickly followed Zenero, despite their throbbing wounds. Since their friendship was still the most important thing for them, they totally forgot about their clan leader being the strongest one in their clan. "You dared turning away from me?" It seems like Lycaon was infuriated. He couldn't stand the three of his most trusted werewolves turning their backs on him. Since he's also doing this for the sake of their clan, he found out a way to make them pay for it. "From now on, you will be receiving all of my commands, and you must obey them. Let's see how the three of you will survive in the human world," Lycaon simpered. "Human world?! Command?" Zenero had keen ears as he's a werewolf himself so he swiftly heard what Lycaon said towards them. The three of them stopped walking as they realized Lycaon had cursed the three of them. They felt something piercing in their hearts and causing it to throb even more in pain. It's as if the words got tattooed on their souls. Lycaon laughed hysterically. "You will live in the human world. Let's see if the three of you can handle that." After Lycaon had said those words, the three of them gradually vanished into thin air as if they were really sent to the human world. That was the power of a clan leader. As an immortal and as god-like as himself, he can do whatever he wants since he had both the ability and the power. So whoever despises his decisions and wants, punishment awaits.