Memories?

With his eyes sealed shut, the darkness that encompassed his vision was like a dreadful unending abyss.

Nikolai didn't think there was anything more torturing than falling into an abyss where one could not escape from, and just when he thought he would sink straight into the inescapable pit, his eyes immediately snapped open, revealing his Ruby-colored dark orbs.

His breathing came out sharp and short as his eyes momentarily fixated themselves against the neat ceiling. With his vision blurry, he waited until his eyes adjusted to the light of the room before he finally blinked_ then blinked some more.

His eyes squinted curiously when the ceiling above looked totally different from the ceiling he was usually fond of staring at.

Unlike the usual dark ceiling that reminded him of his gloominess, this particular one looked neat and nicely structured, which definitely shouldn't be how a prison would be structured.

Another thing he took notice of was the comfiness of the bed he laid on. It was pleasantly soft and soothing to his aching skin, and that left him all the more confused.

Did he die and end up in heaven? Not that he hadn't died before.

Propping his elbows against both sides of the bed, he carefully tried to lift himself up into a sitting position, but in the process, a searing pain shot through his head to his brain, and he winced, placing a hand to the side of his head.

"Ssssss." He hissed out when the pain almost blinded his vision, and he paused once more in his movement, waiting for the pain to dissipate a little before shifting himself up to a sitting position and rested his back against the wooden headboard.

Releasing a harsh breath like someone who just finished working out, his gaze swept across the unfamiliar room as he took notice of his surroundings.

The room he was in looked very spacious and pleasing to the eyes. The ceilings were a deep royal purple inlaid with patterns that stretched elegantly from the walls down to the tiled floor.

The large bed he was presently resting on was wrapped with the finest silken sheets that tended to soothe his skin.

The curtains hiding the windows at each side where off light purple coloration, and on the bedstand was a vase of different flowers. The sweet appealing mixtures of the scents filled the room, and Nikolai was silently starting to believe he may have ended up in heaven.

But…. people don't feel pain in heaven right??

"Arghh.. Where...where am I?" With his head still pounding non-stop, Nikolai tried to get out of bed to find something that could ease him of the headache.

He let out a loud growl and dug his fingers into his hair as if doing so would cure the ear ringing headache. "What the hell!" He yelled out in rage and raised his body into a sitting position.

His eyes were closed, his breathing was labored, and he was rubbing his face trying to numb the pain, which was only intensifying.

Suddenly, the door opened, and a chilly breeze blew into the room, mixing with a potent familiar scent he hadn't smelled in three hundred years.

Nikolai laughed deeply and menacingly as he struggled with a headache that appeared to be getting worse.

"Nikolai," A gentle female voice called, but it only served to inflame an already extreme rage in Nikolai who was still laughing like he had just heard a joke.

When he heard the female sigh, he seized his laughter and moved his gaze to the beautiful woman in front of him. She appeared divine as usual, and in his eyes, she had not aged a day since he last saw her.

Nikolai knew her as mother, Alina Novikov, Luna of the great Continent Celestia of wolf shifters.

It was from her that he had inherited his some his features from– her long shiny midnight black hair, her small face that always wore a warm expression to her sparkling olive green eyes and petite curvy statue.

Nikolai had long midnight black hair and olive green eyes that were hidden behind crimson eyes filled with blood lust.

Her current worried expression made him stare at her with venom, and a deep voice full of displeasure erupted from his throat, "This is not my room."

"I and your father thought it would be good for a new environment as that room would bring..."

"Memories?" Nikolai cut her off with a scoff of complete disbelief, then smiled brightly as if he wasn't feeling pain in his head anymore.

His smile suddenly faded, his crimson eyes flashing fiercely, "You both disgust me to the point of death but don't worry, I love you two dearly." He whispered ominously and clicked his tongue, looking away from her.

Alina's heart ached upon seeing her son in this state, but what hurt her the most was that despite her best efforts, she was unable to help him. She was unable to approach him as closely as she would have liked because of the darkness and rage he was emitting. She remained standing near the open door.

"Nikolai, I.."

"Go away. Can't you see I'm not in the mood for a depressing conversation? I fell into a strange deep sleep, and you all took advantage of the opportunity to bring me back without even attempting to wake me up!" Laying back on the plush bed, Nikolai loudly groaned while raising his voice.

Alina looked at her son with a worried expression as soon as his eyes closed. She had heard that Nikolai had been discovered unconscious and that, after exhausting all attempts to wake him, they had to simply return him to the imperial castle. Alina was aware of their joy and believed that if Nikolai hadn't been awake, he would have killed them all.

"Did you have a dream?" Alina inquired slowly and with intense interest.

"Something like that,"

"So?" Nikolai sensed Alina's eagerness.

"I met a fifthly yet alluring dragon," he revealed curtly, returning to a sitting position and smiling menacingly at his mother, who now had widened eyes. "Tell me, Alina Novikov, why did you suddenly ask if I had a dream? Did you know I'd be dreaming about that dragon?"