Vampires and were-people. Their foe story went back to decades ago, but their animosity could still be felt nowadays. The vampires craved the blood of the beasts, superior in the nutrients it could bring them, while the weres wanted nothing more than to rip the face of those who were coveting them. Prideful as they were born to be, werewolf, werecats and the others could not allow themself to be treated as mere livestock, which was the intention of the first legacy of vampires. Battles waged and when the vampires were winning, beasts became nothing more than blood and sex slaves. However, when the Weres were winning, a massive amount of vampires were killed. Both sides suffered losses and gains, but neither could bring up the taboo topic of peace.

Now, nearly a century since the beginning of the war between species, Mika was getting beaten up by his father. His arms were protecting his head, hands full of callus on the small cat ears peeking out among his midnight hair. His olive skin was covered in bruises and the boot covered feet smashing against his ribs was painting his malnourished body with new ones.

"Why do you always tuck your tail between your legs, weakling! You should be enraged to receive such treatment, not scared." The man's voice boomed, the last word spoken in disgust. Seeing that his abusive act was doing nothing to change the kid's submissive attitude, he spat on the small figure before getting out of the cell, shutting the door behind him and locking it with force. The sound of boots colliding with the ground resonated.

When silence finally made its way into the dark concrete room, turquoise eyes with slanted pupils darted around, looking for any enemies. When Mika saw that no one was there, he slowly came out of his crouched position with a wince, rubbing his hand against his bruised rib cage. His dark fluffy tail came out from under him, curling itself around his left leg, where panther's spots could be seen. Such marks could be found all over his body, proof of his animal side being more developed than his human one.

It was supposed to be a good sight, as he was the son of the beasts' King. It meant he would be more aggressive, blood-thirsty and fond of copulating with ladies and submissive men. The King was a superior existence whose duties were to fight, win battles against vampires and procreate with as many people as possible. His genes were made so that he could have children with any species. However, only the children from his official wife would be recognized as the next in line for the throne.

Unfortunately for Mika's father, his wife only gave him one useless son before leaving this world, and as the King is to be wed only one time, he was stuck with Mika. Poor kid got the wrong side of the stick, because the animal side of himself who manifested was the submissive one. He was thus more prone to have a timid personality and liked to be taken care of and to follow orders.

Kids like that were often cherished by their parents, who showered them with love to help them get over their weakness and bloom into confident men and women. Mika got none of that, he was deprived of any affection from his father. Instead, he was subject to harsh training to strengthen his personality, but it had the opposite effect. Mika grew with no self-esteem, hating the way he was, the way he looked, the world he was born in and the whole beast society.

What started as a dark spot in his heart grew and bloomed like a flower with thorns, piercing his insides. The pain constantly reminded him of the fact that he was weak, that nobody loved him and that he should just die.

Mika was strong, physically strong, and there was no doubt about it. Even though he was only sixteen, smooth muscles covered his scarred body, trained for war. However, fighting and useless violence were repulsive to him. It was what the were-people believed in though, and it made him even more ostracized and hated by his father.

Mika preferred reading books, listening to classical music, wearing dark clothes and watching decorating shows, while the beast society burnt literary works, blasted rock, dressed in light attires and had a tradition to watch sanglant fights in family. Mika often wondered if he had been born in the right body. If not for the oblivious signs that he was a black werepanther, he could have been taken for a vampire.

The worst in it all was the fact that he was the Beast King's only son.

Mika rubbed his painful stomach. He had not been allowed to eat for days now. His father punished him for his weakness like that, starving him, not giving him water, beating him and other things. The young boy had grown accustomed to such treatment, but his body had not. It would need to though, because it was far from being over.

The lock at the door made a sound and light entered the cell as a figure stood by the entry.

"It is time for your lessons, prince" The butler said as he waited for the small figure to come on to his unsteady feet. For as long as he could remember, Mika had to take lessons to be able to rule his kingdom, knowing where each tribe was hidden among human's society, how to make sure everyone had everything they needed, making sure that no one would want to overthrow him and many more. He was also trained to be undefeatable in fights. He was smart and could learn fast, but it was never enough for his father.

Frowning as Mika's body shook under the strain of walking, the butler scoffed before turning back and heading outside in the hallways. The young panther's body stiffened, knowing that the butler would most probably talk of his disgraceful appearance to the King.

He would have to prepare for a beating.

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