Devil Slave (Satan system)

"So, are we going to die?" A voice came from Victor's side.

Victor turned. The familiar face made him smile; it was Moses.

"Not yet!" Victor rolled his eyes, "I think," he added.

"What do you mean?" Moses asked. 

"Well, Elder Isaiah said it would have to wait till after the Alpha selection Ceremony. Something about not wanting to look bad in front of people." Victor explained. 

Moses nodded. "You know what this means right? After all, it's Elder Isaiah we are talking about. He must be trying to give you a way out of this mess because of the good relationship he had with your mother, my Sworn sister, before she died." Moses added.

Victor nodded, "I'm aware, but it still stands. As I am, participating in the Alpha selection Ceremony would be looking for my own death," Victor sighed. 

"But you have me. According to the rules, you don't have to fight. As long as I fight on your behalf, you are sure to win. I still remain the strongest Guard in the Pack. many of those Deep Level demons will not dare to mess with me!" Moses beat his chest proudly with one hand. 

However, he suddenly coughed up a mouth full of blood as he fell on his knees.

"Are you okay?" Victor rushed to him. 

Moses Shook his head, "No! it would seem that the negative magic from those accursed Magi is yet to fully leave my system."

Victor shook his head. 

He couldn't help but check Moses's abdomen. Although the bronze armor he wore covered it well, Victor could still see traces of black blood leaking out of it.

His mind flashed back to their escape from the flying Magi. 

If not for Moses, he would not have escaped with his life. 

But unfortunately, Moses got hit with their negative fire a couple of times. It was so bad that it now hindered his Natural Werewolf healing ability. 

The only fortunate thing was the fact that Moses had taken some blood from the vial of blood. 

After all, that was drops of blood from the Primordial beast itself. 

If he hadn't, he would most likely have been consumed from inside out. 

"I'm sorry Moses, in your current state, I can't let you fight for me in the upcoming Alpha Selection Ceremony."

"Yes, Moses, you can't!" Another voice responded from behind Victor. 

This voice was deep and it felt slow, carrying along sloth in every word that was uttered.

Victor knew the owner of this voice like he knew the back of his hand. 

He turned about to him, "Curtin!" Victor frowned as he turned to him. 

This was Curtin and behind him was none other than Elder Zod, carrying along a fanning smile. 

Victor and Curtin for the longest time have had clashes with one another again and again. Of course, most of those clashes, Victor had always been on the receiving end of it all. 

Curtin was already well in his late twenties. He was the first-born son of the former Alpha. Before the Arrival of Victor many years later, he was the person with the purest bloodline to inherit the position of Alpha.

This made many people including elders, merchants etcetera rush to his side. After all, this was still politics. 

This was a Werewolf pack, and as one would think, the Alpha had the option of taking in one married woman and many other concubines. This meant that the Alpha had a number of children from different women. 

However, Curtin's position was sealed as the most treasured son of the Pack. None of the others literally came close to him in the quality of his bloodline. 

In this manner, his power and position were sealed. In fact, many speculated that his position as Alpha was only matter of time. 

When Victor was born, like the others, Curtin was not worried. However, at the age of twelve after the Bloodline test, it was discovered that Victor had the purest bloodline in the entire hundreds of years of history of the Pack. 

Naturally, this pulled the limelight from Curtin. Many of those that had worked hard to get the favor of the first son abandoned him to side with the young rising star.

To make matters worse, Victor's mother had a very special identity within the pack. It is said that aside from the Alpha of the pack, she was the only other person in hundreds of years that had seen the Primordial beast.

The request to see her regardless of her impure bloodline was made by the Primordial beast itself.

After that meeting, she went on to achieve great things, even becoming the strongest warrior in the Pack with very incredible speed. A talent only some special Werewolves within the pack possessed.

Although the Pack was called the Giant Shadow Werewolf Pack, in actuality, only a select few could use this skill.

Victor's mother was literally called the 'Shadow Princess'. 

If this was a normal kingdom, then by right, Curtin would have become Alpha and head of the Pack. But it wasn't, and this Werewolf pack had rules. They had rules and regulations that governed the pack. Rules, that over a span of many Generations had become Tradition. 

And for the first time since he was born, Curtin met a challenge to his position. 

To make matters worse, Victor did not even need to battle himself to become Alpha. All he had to do was have someone strong side with him and win and that was it.

Victor's mother already had an incredible reputation with the Military of the Pack. Many of the guards loved and cherished her, and many of them like Moses even became sworn brothers with her.

Without a doubt, Victor's position as Alpha was already sealed. 

However, at the end of the day, this was politics. Many times, things did not always end the way many thought they would. 

Especially if there was a lot of planning done in the background. 

Such was the way of the world. It was never always the strongest that made it.

(Author's note: I love Writing Villian Books. However, I believe that there are different kinds of Villains in this world. All of them with different goals, and unique circumstances. For my latest book, WEREWOLF BLOODLINE: Vengeful Rise of the Immortal Hunter, I wrote a Villain and a Family based on inspiration from Klaus Michaelson from the hit series: Originals. If you want to see what it's like to fight for family and honor, and still slaughter the world, please read it.)