Mommy daddy is the lycan king

Chapter 124

Julian’s POV

Julian’s eyes opened in another realm. It was filled with utter darkness and void of life.

or sound. He looked around, trying to make out where he was, but the harder he tried, the darker this

realm became. Only one realm felt this way.

Hades.

He was dead.

This was the realm before life beyond. All the dead come here before their families conduct proper

passage for them into the life beyond. Without these rites in place, families and friends will wander in

Hades for many years and never find their deserved

rest.

He remembered how he died and where. He died fighting on the field, defending Fiona.

Fiona.

He looked around and about in search of her. She was the last face he saw before his eyes closed in

the world of the living.

He was trapped here, though, and couldn’t move on. His body was probably still on the field, and it

might remain there for a long time.

Light shone as he thought about everything, and his hand came up to shield his face from the impact of

it. The light soon reduced, and his hand dropped slowly away from his face to see a figure standing

clothed in white apparel with a gold crown on her head. Her hands glittered just like the star dust, and

her face was like a refined diamond.

She was the moon goddess.

This was how those who had been fortunate enough to see her described her.

She was the image of perfection and completeness. He would have been in awe at the sight of the

moon goddess if he had come here another way.

She stepped towards him, and he didn’t step back; he didn’t tremble; he didn’t move. What was the

worst that could happen? He was already dead. Doom had already sna tched his world from him.

“Why are you here?” he demanded.

“I am here for you.”

“Don’t you think it is a little too late for that?” he asked with a frown.

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After he closed the Dark World entrance, he thought about how he had failed and how he had

disappointed the goddess, but after everything, he didn’t care about what she thought of him.

Fiona was right. The moon goddess was responsible for all of this. The loss of everything he ever

cared about, and then his life. She had failed him; she had failed every one of them.

Her amber eyes grew weak, “I owe you an apology. For everything that has happened and for not

doing anything, I am sorry”

He scoffed in disbelief and shook his head. “I am sorry, but sorry isn’t enough. Your apology isn’t

enough, not after sitting in your little palace called the life beyond and watching the world you created ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

all fall into the hands of your firstborn. Sorry doesn’t change the fate we have suffered; return the ones

we’ve lost. Sorry doesn’t undo sh it. So, with all due respect, goddess, keep your sorry to yourself.”

“You might not believe me, but everything-” she began, but he didn’t let her finish.

“Do not dare tell me everything you created was for a purpose” Julian foamed in anger, and his hands

balled into a tight fist. “What purpose was your lover Doom for? To bring evil and darkness into the

world! You know we all grew up thinking Doom was this evil creature we were to avoid, but after

everything I realised, you are the evil. You created him to be evil, to be darkness, and to be the

complete opposite of you. When he gave into his true nature and slau ghtered your second-born, you

sent him into the dark dimensions instead of killing him. You then moved on and created other lives and

live like this perfect being without dealing with what you made. Now your children are paying for your

mistake, and they are paying with their blood, their children’s blood, and their father’s blood. Fiona was

right. You are the monster; you are the real evil.”

He finished speaking and drew a sharp breath.

The moon goddess stood quietly, watching him struggle to put his emotions back under control.

“You are right,” she finally began to say. “This is all my fault. I created Doom because I did not want to

be alone and because I didn’t want anyone else to be like me. I wanted him different because I

believed that would bring much beauty to our union. I was wrong, and creating him has been my

biggest mistake in the last ten thousand years. After I began creating the second-born, I neglected him

and cast him aside. He grew jealous and slau ghtered all the second born, after taking one of them to

be his lover just to spite me. I let my rage rule, and instead of being better, I chose the easy way out.”

“I do not feel sorry for you.” Julian said.

“I do not look for your sympathy.” She replied, “I created Doom to be evil and then hated him when he

became the very thing I made him to be. I couldn’t kill him; he was

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and still is a part of me.”

At her words, Julian’s anger flared. “You came to tell me there is no way out of this for my world and the

world of humans?”

“Yes,” she answered. “Doom cannot be killed because trying to kill him would be trying to kill me, and

that is absolutely impossible.”

Julian stayed silent, even though he was visibly enraged at her words.

“Doom doesn’t want to rule the two worlds; like he did over three thousand years ago. He just wants to

spite me. The heart of the silver wolf is the closest he will ever get to how he felt when he was with me

in the beginning. His hatred is born out of betrayal- my betrayal. You cannot kill him, but you can,

however, bring him back.”

Her words didn’t help him understand anything, and so he stayed quiet so she could clarify what she

meant.

She opened her hand, and in it was a silver amulet that shone brightly.

“What is it?” he asked, despite knowing what it was.

“This is the amulet; it produces an aura of purity and goodness. I took it away from him after he and

Mischief sla ughtered my children. With this in his possession, he will remember what he once felt

when he was with me. He will know he is welcome back home.” She stretched her hand to him so he

could take it.

He didn’t take it. “I can’t do anything here. I am dead in case you haven’t figured that part out yet,” He

told her.

“I will breathe life back into you and everyone who has lost their life on the field as well. It isn’t your time

yet,

and I cannot welcome anyone of you home.” she said. “I can’t do this because I took an oath to never

interfere in the affairs of my children, and I am bound by it.”

Julian reached out and took the amulet from her hand, and he felt a surge of utmost goodness, which

banished the anger and resentment he had for the moon goddess.

“Doom already has his hands on Fiona, and by now it is already too late.” Julian spoke. Doom probably

took Fiona after killing him.

“It isn’t too late, because Doom has not laid his hand on the silver wolf’s heart yet. That will not be for

long, and so you have to hurry. Your time is limited, Lycan King. I already engraved the silver wolf’s

location into your heart. You will know where you need to go and how much you need. It is all on you

now.” She said and vanished from before his eyes.

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Julian’s lashes fluttered, and his gaze fixed on the bright morning clouds.

Marion came up to stand over him. “We have a lot to do, my king.” He said that and stretched his hand

to Julian. He took it, and Marion pulled him onto his feet.

Julian felt he held onto something, and glancing down, he saw the amulet in his hand.

They had another chance-another chance to end it all.