In the celestial world, where an ethereal world of heavenly stars and skies collided, a man with stunning charm, stood up like a valuable statue on his pitched black smoking chariot. A black flickering crescent moon crowned on his head symbolizes that he's precious and a treasured man. The black garb he wore and his wide inflexible shoulders that seemed to cover with a black cape shone very brightly as the moonlight's hazy gleam reflected his every movement.
It might not be easy for the werewolves to formally approach this man since once and for all, this man existed to be the leader of their clan. The leader of the werewolf clan, Lycaon del Tirano.
While on his chariot, in front of him appeared a group of werewolves, bowing their heads faithfully to their leader. Their manly features distressingly marred with fresh bad gashes, wounds, and bruises--- as if this pack of three werewolves just ran away from a vicious fight.
"How pathetic..." Lycaon smirked as he wickedly spanked the face of the left werewolf in front of him.
The werewolf who got slapped off, Ivan Haze Bernin, quickly shifted to his human form. He shakingly trembled and still trying to show his utmost respect despite being hardly smacked by his respected man. "W-We're sorry for this matter, Lord Lycaon," he trembled.
And for some reason, the two werewolves on his side, Zenero Jun Quizon and Vergon Cole Tanudra, immediately shifted to their human forms as they continually bowed down their heads towards their clan leader.
"We nearly killed the four demons, but we didn't know there were ten of them... No... there were a lot of them. We ran away as soon as we knew many of our men were defeated," Vergon delineated as he clenched his fist out of disappointment.
Ivan whimpered as his swollen injuries got worsen due to his stiffened position. But since this werewolf lived to be a strong and dedicated one, he didn't flinch about it but instead, he continued to stay on his knees.
"I-I don't care if I die right here, right now. I-I just don't want to fight with those demons anymore." The werewolf, Zenero, bit by bit stood up on his trembling legs.
He looked at their clan leader as if he's about to kneel down again. But then due to his cowardice, he already had enough to all of this.
"So what? You want those demons to kill all of our clan?" Lycaon sighed with a bit of strictness in his voice.
Zenero promptly shut his mouth up. He doesn't want his family to be killed nor anyone to be killed by those demons, but in his state right now, he couldn't stand this unceasing brawl between them anymore. For himself, on his behalf, he's tired and wanted to give up. He's just done with all of this. He wanted to run far, far away that as possible as it should be, no one could approach nor see him.
"I don't care." Zenero turned away. "I don't want my family to be killed, so I will protect them instead." And those were the last words Lord Lycaon heard from him. The werewolf, Zenero, then walked away as if he's abandoning the presence of the clan leader.
As he walked away, the two werewolves he was with or his two close friends, Vergon and Ivan, bowed down their heads in front of their clan leader and wholeheartedly apologized for the matter. After apologizing, they both stood up and quickly followed Zenero despite their throbbing wounds. Since their friendship might still be the most important thing for them, they totally forgot about their clan leader being the strongest one in their clan.
"You dared turning away from me?" It seems like Lycaon was infuriated. He couldn't stand the three of his most trusted werewolves turning their backs on him. Since he's also doing this for the sake of their clan, he found out a way to make them pay for what they did in exchange for disappointing him.
"From now on, you will be receiving all of my commands, and you must obey them. Let's see how the three of you will survive in the human world," Lycaon simpered, calmly.
"Human world?! Command?" Zenero, even though he might be already a distance away from Lycaon, swiftly heard what Lycaon tittered towards them.
The three of them stopped walking away as they realized Lycaon had cursed the three of them. That quiet, whisper of their clan leader was a curse. As soon as they froze, they felt something piercing their hearts, causing them to throb even more in pain. It's as if the words from Lycaon got tattooed in their souls.
Lycaon laughed hysterically. "You will live in the human world. Let's see if the three of you can handle that." After he said those words, the three of them slowly vanished into thin air as if their curse had already started.
As an immortal and as god-like as Lycaon, he can do whatever he wanted to since he has both ability and power. Whoever despises his decisions and wants, punishment awaits.