Lucian and Hadrian talk

Lucian was apparated out by Hadrian to talk about Viktor's plans for him.Hadrian explained to him Viktor is trying to make a army of Lycan's similar to him in the form of daylight gurdians.

Lucian questioned"So he is really making more like me?"

Hadrian nodded and answered"He is afraid of my abilities, so it is belief that having this army of Lycans would intimidate me."

Lucian scoffed hearing that, he knew his father's powers and they are very vast, Viktor only saw small part of it.

Hadrian spoke up"But this plan of Viktor could backside badly."

Lucian looked at Hadrian curiously as Hadrian continued"In history the oppressed always fight back, when they are given hope and symbol to rally against."

As Hadrian pointed towards Lucian, who was surprised and asked"You believe that symbol is me."

Hadrian nodded with smile said"You can rally them and give these forced Lycan's a chance to have a better life than slaves for the vampires."

Lucian was thoughtful, then his eyes steeled with conviction and said"I will do it."

During this time, Hadrian nodded and replied"I know you will succeed in this, also I noticed you eying Viktor's daughter."

Lucian blushed hearing that and muttered"I don't know, I was enchanted by her."

Hadrian had small smile, he knew the feeling and told Lucian"I am sure you will figure out, what it was in the future."

Victor would used Lucian's infectious blood to his benefit.Taking advantage of the child's thirst,

pity it against him as he was forced to feed on humans,Victor slaves.Instead, he created a new race of immortals.Lycans.Werewolf, but also human.Unlike the others,this new breed could be harness.In slaves to guard them in the daylight hours to their masters.Or so Victor thought.

Lucian crouched nervously in his humble den in the castle's sprawling dungeons. A straw pallet rested in the corner of the cell, but there would no rest for him tonight. Viktor had other plans for him, plans that filled the boy's heart with trepidation. His stomach rumbled unhappily; upon the Elder's orders, he had not been fed for hours. His eyes were fixed on a narrow window cut high in the moldy stone wall before him. Naked, he waited apprehensively for what was to come.

Hadrian appeared next to him and gave him food under the illusion.Lucian was really thankful,while he looked at the capital V for Viktor was branded on his bare right arm. He felt the full moon rising outside even before the first silvery beams invaded his lair.

His brown eyes dilated, shrinking down to tiny black pinpricks. Blood pounded in his ears, like a tide crashing against the shore. His heart stampeded wildly beneath his hairless chest. Teeth and nails tugged at their roots. His skin felt hot and feverish. A sudden sweat drenched his body. No, he thought, just as he did every month when the moon waxed full. Not again! He wanted to shrink away from the moonlight, yet that would have been contrary to Viktor's expressed wishes. Iron bars trapped him inside the cell, making retreat impossible. There was no escape from the rising moon—or the beast it awoke inside him. His face contorted into a hellish mask of pain as his innards twisted within his gut. Bulging veins throbbed beneath his skin. His eyes glazed over into inhuman cobalt orbs. Jagged fangs clenched tightly to keep from screaming. Convulsing, he collapsed onto the straw-covered floor and rolled into the pitch blackness at the rear of the cell, as far from the open window as he could get. He huddled upon the floor in torment, praying for deliverance. Why must I be so cursed? I never asked for this!

But despite his prayers, the moonlight found him out. A beam of cold white light slashed his arm and the slender limb turned dark and sinewy. His splayed fingers degenerated into claws. His bare skin thickened, becoming coarse and leathery. Muscles rippled across his back as his youthful frame seemed to absorb weight and substance from the moonlight, growing larger and more imposing. Bristling black fur erupted from beneath his febrile hide.

Dark hair spread over his body, hiding his nakedness beneath a thick sable pelt. Bony talons scraped at the damp stones beneath the straw. His vision blurred, the color fading from his sight as the dungeon around him dissolved into fuzzy shades of gray. Tufted ears twitched atop his skull. His nostrils quivered, suddenly alive to myriad new smells. He choked on the overwhelming stench of dungeons, even as he bit back the howl forming at the back of his throat. No! He fought against the almost irresistible urge to give voice to the beast. A canine snout stretched out his face. His clamped his protruding jaws together. I'm not an animal! Not inside! But on the outside, it was a different story.

The wrenching pain passed away as the hellish transformation reached its end. Little trace of the gawky youth remained; instead a great black werewolf arose from the filthy straw, standing erect on his hind legs. Moonlight bathed the enormous monster Lucian had become. He stared in revulsion at his own misshapen paws. This isn't me, he tried to convince himself. Not truly. Ordinarily, the worst of Lucian's ordeal would be over now. In the past, Viktor had simply kept him securely locked up on the nights of the full moon. But tonight would be different because his father already warned him about this.

Lucian found himself torn between apprehension and a strange, shameful excitement that he was scarcely willing to acknowledge, even to himself. His ears perked up at the sound of multiple footsteps plodding toward his cell. He licked his chops in nervous anticipation as his glowing cobalt eyes peered through the bars of the cage. Drool dripped from his jaws. Within minutes, a dismal procession came into view. Flickering torchlight revealed a row of human serfs being prodded toward the cell by armored Death Dealers. Iron shackles bound their hands and feet. Filthy rags barely covered their undernourished bodies, many of which bore the marks of the vampires' whips. Lice infested their unkempt hair and beards. Heads bowed meekly, more than a dozen men and boys were herded like cattle through the fetid bowels of the dungeon. Their bare feet trudged wearily over the uneven stones. Captured in war, or sold into bondage by their feudal lords, they had no idea of what lay in store for them… until they glimpsed the fearsome werewolf waiting hungrily in his cage. Screams erupted from the prisoners, threatening to unleash pandemonium. Lashes cracked against mortal skin, flaying flesh from bone, as the vampires brutally restored order and continued to press the unfortunate mortals toward Lucian.

The helpless serfs whimpered and begged for mercy, but their frantic pleas fell upon deaf ears. Tears streamed from their eyes, and sobbing fathers clutched their children, as the lead Death Dealer unlocked Lucian's cage. The barred door swung open. Lucian was tempted to make a break for it, to take advantage of his wolfen strength and speed to flee what was to come, but he knew, he had to stay here to help his father.

Also now the smell of fresh human meat tantalized his nostrils. His mouth watered at the sight of the savory mortals.

The captain of the Death Dealers, a dark-haired vampire named Sandor, laughed harshly. "Feeding time, cur!" A loutish peasant was yanked from the procession and shoved into Lucian's cage. Shrieking hysterically, the man fought his captors every inch of the way, but his mortal thews were no match for the superior strength of the Death Dealers, who chuckled as they cast him to his fate.

The trembling serf found himself trapped between the merciless vampires behind him and the horrifying werewolf looming before him. Convinced that his end was upon him, he prayed fervently to the saints while wringing his hands in despair. He squeezed his eyes shut, not wanting to look upon his doom. His scarred body shook like a leaf.

He lost control of his bladder. His bowels emptied. "Mother of God, have mercy upon my poor soul…." The man's manifest terror stirred Lucian to pity, but it was not in his power to spare the stranger this ordeal. Viktor held the reins of all their destinies and what the Elder had ordained.

But Hadrian was able to modify the guards memories and get the serf out of here.While Lucian was given a potion to get himself in control again.