Chapter 1: How it all began.

 There were three wild beasts sprinting through the forest with eyes as bright as torches and jaws like those of wolves, each with fur that exuded a great beauty; one's fur was like that of glittering white snow, another had fur as dark as the night sky, and the last had fur like that of shining silver Lance's glowing in the night.

After a while, they came to a halt somewhere in the middle of the forest as their shape shifted into their human form.

Like the heavens had fallen, three devilishly handsome men stood there. Finally, one stepped out of the three; he looked quite older than the other two with that look of a ruler and the aura and presence of a king he gave out, and then he yelled. "Persephone, what's the meaning of this? We've fought all your battles, conquered legions of demons and half of the underworld for you, slayed many gods, and this is the way you treat us—by stabbing us in the back."

 There was this momentary short pause that lasted for a while until a woman appeared. She gave off a sinister, dark aura that screamed death, but she carried a beauty that seemed unrivaled, and the black gown that she wore brought more of that beauty. This was the goddess of the underworld, but then came an angry voice that shook the heavens and earth. "You insolent dogs, who know nothing but to scavenge, dare to talk back to a god like me. What right do you have to bite back? You're just mortals, but for this, you are going to suffer dearly for...

 Persephone was caught off-guard before she could finish spouting her nonsense as Lycaon said, "You say we shall suffer; oh no, no, no, you are the one that shall suffer; you and the rest of your people are the ones that shall suffer. You think you're so powerful just because you're a god. One day, me and my brothers shall rise as beings who you won't be able to lay a finger on. I Lycaon swear that a day shall come when you will tremble in fear before me. That is a promise, and you know I never break my promises. We shall meet again, Persephone, and then you shall pay dearly for this.".

After venting his anger at Persephone, Lycaon turned his back on her, and just like a fantasy, he turned into a seven-foot wolf, but it was the most beautiful wolf one could say that they had ever seen. Soon, his brothers followed as they ran off into the wild. While the goddess who was there had a very funny-looking face, it was filled with surprise, anger, hatred, and other expressions you would expect to see from someone who has been disrespected. "You say you will make me suffer. Just wait and see Lycaon," she scuffed in disdain.

A few years had passed since the event that went down with Persephone. Maybe to a being that has a very long lifespan, but to an average human, you could say a hundred years have passed. But on this day, everything changed for the three wolf brothers, who were ambushed by a group of high-level demons, or maybe you could just say fate is a very cruel thing. Waking up from his unconsciousness, Lycaon saw his brothers chained like faces with anger written all over them as blood ran down their faces. "Brother." But to Lycaon it felt like the world had crumbled right in front of him a sinister laughter rang in his ears, with the strength he could muster he turned his face towards it only to hear more from the voice "HA HA HA HA, this is just fun I thought you would make me suffer now watch them die" and in an instant their bodies swole and kept swelling until a heavy pop sound was heard, guts and blood blasted everywhere followed by a heavy roar and then a heavy killing intent for the first time in his life he was filled with regret and to the demons it was like they had seen a broken man who has lost everything but to Persephone it brought her joy without word needing to be spoken to all the demons took a mental note to mess with this goddess "YOU, You worthless, foolish and power hungry goddess I will make you live to regret this day" as those word left his mouth a slash sound was heard and his head left his body those were the last words of the great wolf king Lycaon and those words would spread as a legend as people were expecting him to return from the dead some day.