The monsters who thrived under the sufferings of the Commonfolks- etu ehmonsta in the language of Vieanns.

In some parts of the world they were believed to be the servants of the devil…. A creature that guarded the gates of hell. But he was nowhere near. He was much different from any devil, he was the child who basked under the light of Mother Earth, forsaking the cruelty in the Werewolves' nature.

No…. he was the son of the incarnate of pure hatred, and evil in one. In the eyes of the humans the great butcher of the false goddess. He would spend his free days feeding the Lowborns, teaching the children and fighting tooth and nail to grahr them SOME rights in the Kingdom but he would still never change in their eyes.

Just like his race he was another monster of the false goddess as they would always point out behind his back. Created to be greatness alongside his comrades in the army, they would cause strife and pain to Commonfolks.

Sebastién never really knew why his father and brother had abandoned him. He never understood what changed, and why his father had stopped caring whatever little he cared and became a disappointment, from the light in Sebastién's life to a disappointment.

Suppose it was like that with his sibling. Sebastién now just thought his father to be another sociopath- a disappointment.

His eyes flickered open. Pale eyelids slowly fluttered open in the milky water. His pink lips parted in the milky water as he sucked in a breath, causing little bubbles to float from the suckage.

He rose from the milky water, like a half dead siren in all its glory. His blonde hair wet from the milky water, flushed down on his face.

Long slender fingers wound through the golden locks and brushed the wet locks back. White milky water slowly rolled down from his beautifully defined face to down his broad pale chest past his rock hard stomach, sliding down to his thick muscular thighs.

He was naked. Completely. Milky water rolled down from his body. He looked almost like a broken siren-angel.

His pink pale firm lips parted, water slipped into his mouth as he did.

The serving boy by the corner rushed with a long blue robe. 

The chandelier made up of candle-like bulbs shone down on the broken perfection. Every spec of him seemed perfect but with the light on him you could see it.

You could see the small eye bags underneath his blood red eyes. You could see the strain in his muscles.

Being a Knight after all puts a strain on you.

You could see sheer pain etched on the godly Werewolf's face. 

Horror had a way of concealing itself. For the Knight of the Mother Earth Church it was hidden beyond the beauty that Mother Earth had created him with, impaled into his soul.

His soul was black, horrendous, much different from his exterior, crafted to fit what he was. 

Sword for the Church of Mother Earth. Unlike his Brother who was named the Father to all outcasts he had proven over his time he was in Sebastién's life, Sebastién had proven to be the bigger saint. That was why he, and not his big brother, suited the role of the Knight of Mother Earth.

Though at the end of day while he was a saint he ended up being worse than the both his Brother and Father

The servant pulled the robe onto his body. The robe covered his body, concealing his thick wet appendage. 

The bath room was a special place for Foreverly. The wide steaming hot bath was milky water.

The bright red light highlighting on the milk bath. Ointment and bath beads were kept on the shelves and tables close by. 

The Paladin enjoyed his time in the bath. The moment where he would lay comfortably in the deep end of the water.

Uncaring of the world and the rather gory matter of a Knight. Free of the thoughts of his ugliness masked by the deliciousness of his unwanted beauty.

Someone walked through the large hall doors of the bathroom.

The young Priestess in training who had just recently been transferred to Mother Earth's headquarters in Overwatch– Meredith walked into the steamy room. Sebastién craned his neck at the young one that had walked in. 

"Meredith?" Sebastién spoke. 

The unspoken question of her presence was clear in his voice. He enjoyed spending his time in the bathhouse alone especially when he was having his calming milk bath.

"Lord Paladin, High Priestess Lucinda has sent word from the Cathal." Sebastién could not help the frown that surfaced on his face at the reply.

"She said that a rebellion had broken out in the King's Tower. Many Nobles who are dedicated to the church are trapped in the Tower, she requests your assistance in this matter."

Sebastién nodded. A request from the High Priestess was unquestioned.

Sebastién put on his attire, mounted his horse and rode off to the King's Tower.

His place of appearance was the King's Tower. Night had fallen in the area. The pillers were colored white, and each design resembled each other.

There was a certain feel to the place. The high feeling carried an essence of pain, terror and death. His eyes descended on the ground. Dark red substance running down the streets. 

Blood. 

Fresh and contained hate, malice, pain, and fear. He bunched on robes binding his horse and rode deeper inside the King's Tower.

Although his face scrunched into a frown at the fire, the death, and ruin in the King's Tower he actually paid no mind to it. He was a Knight after all.

As he took in a breath of the emotions wafted with the scent of blood and raw angst, blood red orbs flashed within his hooded face. It was fresh, raw, and deadly. Vengeance, someone sought vengeance. Craved pain and vengeance. 

As a War Wolf he could understand these emotions only by smelling blood.

Whatever these people were, the people were bursting with pain and suffering. The entire Tower was an entire sphere of death, pain, and hate. 

Bodies laid outside the house of a huge building, unlike the outer part of the King's Tower. 

He could see bodies. Their bodies stacked upon each other. These people had massacred themselves for a so-called Rebellion. The death of Gentry had triggered such a gruesome event.

Commonerfolks must have gone mad with hunger, Sebastién thought.

He swallowed thickly.

His eyes fell on one survivor that reached out to him. Scared and confused, angry that it didn't understand the pain that coursed through him. 

He averted his eyes from the distraught survivor to a woman that held on to a dead man. 

The man has blood all over him. His body was split into two. The woman wailed. She reached her hand towards him. Blood splattered on her wounded skin. 

"Please." She sobbed. Begging for him to help. 

His red orbs deviated from her crying figure as he headed towards the Tower.

As he reached closer he spotted something. 

A wolf stalking towards him.

It's chest rose and fell, the big creature with fur was it. It was the one that owned the dark sweet aura that caused him to nearly vomit. 

It stuck it's flat wide tongue to lick the blood pasted on it's mouth, before it began shaking, bones straightening, fur becoming skin.

It shifted into a man….. The man's mouth was pasted with thick blood as well as it's body. Every muscle line narrowing from his firm arms down to his flat and hard stomach glistened with sweat and blood.

Both of his thick appendages between his legs swung as stalked toward the figure, firm arse out on display in the night.

"Paladin," Oliviér said in a low voice. "You came too late."

Sebastién breathed out. This man who reminded him of the unforgettable.

AUTHOR'S NOTE

What do you think of Sebastién? Do you think Oliviér is right that Sebastién is bloodthirsty? And do you think Sebastién is good for Elizabeth…. Cause you know 🤭 Don't worry next Chapter will contain some heart melting scene.