Damain

"it is almost time " said Damain with a slow voice. He is seated on a rocking chair with a gold colored cup filled with blood, stirring it ferociously as he sips it little by little. Damain is a werewolf, he was initiated by his father when he was twelve years old, his father was the grand Duke of Athens in his mid thirties. Damain killed his father at the age of twenty,in respect to the blood ritual. The ritual was meant to strengthen him and give him a high up in the werewolf realm. Damain became a psycho wolf, who was always blood thirsty. He is now in his mid twenties, his silver colored hairs which crawled it's way to his silver beards reveals his young age, his eyes matched the color of the moon which almost glows at every gaze, he has a pointed nose, dashing pink lips and ears that point to the sky, he never cracks a smile nor show emotions, he is an introvert.

"let me go you son of a....." complained Lucas in a ferocious tone, while tied to a chair on his hands and legs. Lucas is one of Damain's rivals, he became an enemy to Damain when they were sixteen, after the first blood war between the leaf city clan and haziki park. Lucas was responsible for the death of Barry's brother Jim, he killed Jim in the blood war and also went further to kill more werewolves that were related to Damain. This made Damain filled with rage and hatred for Lucas. Lucas is the son of the emperor of Amazon, he has a great thirst for royalty, he is a really cruel werewolf who had hatred for leaf city clan more than anything in the world, he started ruling Amazon when he was eighteen but lost his throne to Damain after the third blood war between both parks, Damain is in his mid twenties, he has dark colored hairs which matched the color of his eyes, his muscular body dethrones his soft spoken voice and proves him more intimidating, his dark colored hair is streamlined to his back revealing his werewolf nature, his lips are also pink, but more dissolving from afar.

"Of a b!tch huh, well you are quite my type" Damain continues Lucas's word while maudering around him as though he was performing a ritual, he sauntered slowly without effort, leaving fear in Richard's heart," you know one thing I like about you is your eyes, I would love to have it as a little trophy, so I could remember this moment you..." Domain's words were so audacious, his words creeped fear into the heart of Lucas and it was unlike Lucas to be afraid.

"What else do you want from me Damain" Lucas intrudes into Domain's words, "you already have my kingdom and the entire kingdom of Amazon, you have the world at your feet, what more do you want" Lucas continues. " It will be more pleasing if I have your head, but it's just to hard to kill you now" Damain says while driving a dagger, swiftly around Lucas's neck, not harming his delicate skin, this sends saliva running down Lucas's throat, " I will need you in future, but for now, you are my slave" he continued while finding his way back to his seat.

" Damain!!!" a familiar voice yells, the voice was coming from downstairs, it was the voice of a female, the voice sounded like an amplifier that was increased to the highest, it sounded angry. Damain closes his eyes and opens them in few seconds, he used his insight to zoom through the environment looking for his caller " Deborah" Damain says with a cold smile on his face, "emmmmm, is that Deborah? Deborah!!!, I am in here" Lucas was relief to hear that Deborah was present, he thought that she had finally come to save him, his happiness knew no bound, his heart raced as though he was receiving a gift on Christmas morning, until Damain breaks it to him " relax fool, she can't hear you, nobody can, so just forget about being saved" Damain says with a half smile on his face while leaving the room.

Deborah is a witch, she inherited witch craft from her mother Elizabeth, who was one of the greatest witches of her time. Deborah is now the most feared witch in Amazon, she answered to no one and she had a strong mind of her own. Deborah was also a confessor, she had white colored pupil which made her eyes almost entirely white, her hair was silver in color. She goes around with a white horn on her head, revealing that she was a witch, her horns were actually natural, not a costume.

"Damain!!!" she kept yelling his name, but Damain is seen majestically maundering his steps and arranging his suit down the stairs, not caring if anyone was calling his name until he finally reached his caller.

"what brings the witch out of her coven, to my deserted crib" he says while stressing his lazy voice, " where is King Lucas, release our king" she says with a voice of rage, " and who said I have your king?" Damain replies deceptively, " I know you have him, " she replies still with the Same tone she brought, "why do you care so much about him, You and I are aware of his cruelty" he continues, " give him back, I don't care of his cruelty, my job is to protect him" she says while running towards him, threatening to hit him, "so you are now his little puppet, are you ?" he replies while teleporting to her back, she stops and turns back to him, casting a spell which splits the ground half, creating a hole as it drives it way to Damain's standing position. Damain teleports again but this time he couldn't escape a kick that landed right on his face, this sends him flying through the air and hitting hard on a building, Damain becomes weak, so he teleports away from her, back to the building. Deborah knows about the curse to whomever intrudes a werewolves crib, so she goes back home yelling " coward" to Damain.