Post by Lord Rhettemus I on Mar 21, 2016 0:44:06 GMT
|| A S M O D E U S ||
"Every champion was once a contender that refused to give up..."
Puphood had not been the best for poor little Asmo. His father was always enraged about every little thing he had done. "Ezekiel can do this, why can't you!" Had echoed through his head on a daily basis.
It seemed as if his father had been pressuring him into being his brother. But, even his own mother frowned upon him. For even she knew, little Asmodeus will never be as successful as his older brother, Ezekiel, of whom he never met.
Months had passed, and little Asmo had become a juvenile. His mother had passed to the other side, leaving him with his Father. Being terrified of the unknown, Asmo decided to sneak out while everyone had been asleep. He'd rather face a life of hell than to spend one more day with his Father.
Now running off into the forbidden woodlands, he became anxious, slowing his pace to a point he'd stop in complete horror. There, stood a tall silhouette of what seemed to be a wolf. Thunder and lightning crashed behind the refugee, revealing it's face. Scars, sweat and blood was all he was able to see before blacking out.
He awakened in an unfamiliar den, of which seemed to be in the middle of nowhere. Birds began to tweet, and the fresh morning air soothed him. It seemed like what he thought was heaven. He yawned, and peacefully padded out of the den to find a stack of meat, as if it had been waiting just for him. He stomach growled, and he soon found his face stuffed in the pile.
Once he was finished eating, he licked his chops happily. "Did you enjoy your meal..?" Came a dark voice from behind him. His anxiety rushed back, as he slowly turned and saw the figure. This time, a little less scary. A tall, dark-brown pelted brute sat by the river bend, washing his fur of the sweat and blood. But, as he turned his head, the scar upon his right blind eye remained.
"Who are you? What do you want from me?!" Came the shrieking, crackled voice of the small juvenile. The large brute sighed. "The name's Ezekiel, though most call me just Ez" Suddenly, Asmodeus hadn't been so threatened. "But.." had been the only word that he could spit out. He had been so confused. His father had spoken so highly of Ezekiel, but here he is. Living life in the shadows.
Ezekiel had spent the next hours explaining to him why he left, and why he was living like he was. He told Asmo that he had been just like him once, and never to give up on his dreams like he had. He explained to him that he lied to their Father about going off to run a new pack, consisting of the greatest bunch he could find. Asmo. had no words.
Before he could ask why, Ezekiel stopped in dead silence. His radars flickered wildly behind him. The last thing Asmo knew, was that he was being dragged through the forest rather quickly. Ez stopped running when he was close to the camp, setting Asmodeus not too far away. Within a blink of an eye, Ezekiel had been gone.
Many months had passed and Asmo had now become an adult. His father had still called him a liar about meeting with Ezekiel in the woodlands. It came to the point where his father had heard enough, and lashed out his anger on his son. "You stupid son of a bitch, I said that's enough! You've become nothing but a lying failure!" Had been the last thing he heard his father say before running off into the woodlands once again. Asmodeus had now become blind in his right eye.
Blood and tears had been dripping from Asmo's face as he scurried throughout the woodlands. The word failure had echoed through his mind. What had he even done wrong? It hadn't been his fault that everyone refused to believe him. He ran and ran until he couldn't run any longer. His chest had been pounding and his heart was racing. His vision - or what he had left of it - began to blur, as he fell to the ground beneath him.
When he woke up, the air had been much denser. It was what seemed to be the middle of October. The only problem with this was, that he ran off during the Spring months. He slowly got up, shaking his head. "What the hell.." He murmured. He walked over to a small pond, seeing the scar that had been left over his eye.
Asmodeus continued to wash up, and walked for a very long time. So long, he had been miles and miles from his so called 'home'. He suddenly stopped, staring at a large group of wolves before him. Smirking, he rose to his feet once more. His sanity was no longer present..