The Atrocious Werewolf Prince



The head slowly moved towards his naked wife, she reeked of that man.

The head removed the blindfold, his wife was in a dizzy state. "Honey, come, love me."

Her eyes were in tears, she wanted to say something else but her tongue said something else.

The head stood there as a statue, motionless and emotionless.

~PHHAAA~

A slap on her cheek, the slap was so hard that her face was disfigured.

After that day, the head never saw his wife again. 9 months later, Paul was born. He didn't kill her or throw her out, perhaps he was allowing her to live as a punishment.

She pleaded numerous times, but the head never even looked at her.

"This is your son, I swear upon my martial spirit. I was about to inform you but they attacked the mansion that day. He forcefully inserted a pill in my mouth and I... *sobs*.

Yo-you can ask Elder Mink, he checked me and confirmed it that night, he knows the truth." She begged.

A young teenager came forward. His eyes gazed and tore apart Paul's mother. The teenager spoke. "Mother, Elder Mink died that night. How shameful you are, picking the name of the dead. How come all of your witnesses are dead? You should have died that day."

He glanced at her side, a 3 years old lad with golden hair confusingly clenching her mother's robe. "Along with that bastard." He spat.

That teenager was the elder brother of Paul, the one who came that night.

The small Paul looked at her crying mother. "Believe me, believe me." She mumbled and sobbed.

"Mothel, I-I beleeb yu (Mother, I believe you)" said the innocent Paul, unaware of anything.

She stared daggers at him. "It is you... you ruined my life. Die!" She cried and squeezed Paul's neck.

"Mo-mothel!?"

She tried to end his life but couldn't, a mother is still a mother.

Paul was humiliated almost every day, they taunted him and cursed him. Even his own brother told him how his mother did that infidelity forgetting the fact that she was his mother as well. There were also his half-siblings, way crueller than his brother. All the blame ended up on Paul.

Just like that time passed, when Paul was 17. Her mother finally committed suicide and left a note.

"Paul, you are not an illegitimate son, you are the blood of the Channa family. But... you are weak, you are weak, you are weak. Only if you were stronger, things would have been different.

I never loved you as a mother should and I am ashamed of it, by the time I realised, we were so distant that it was impossible to rekindle our relationship and for that sin, I am committing suicide.

But you are weak now, become strong, stronger than your father and then avenge yourself. Don't avenge me, but avenge yourself. You are weak, you are weak, you are weak."

She wrote that phrase so many times that Paul started to grow hatred, every time someone called him 'you are weak' he would lose his calm composure.

Slowly the Channa clan understood that Paul was a genius, more than anyone in the clan.

And one day, he was called by the family head, by the father he never saw in his entire life.

He was guided by the mansion guards and slowly followed them, he checked and remembered as much as possible. They passed a hallway, numerous people stood there, their arrow-like eyes piercing Paul's heart.

At the end of the hallway, a huge door was located. The guards knocked a few times and it was opened from the inside.

~KREECCCH~

The dry door cried in agony as it was opened, Paul's eyes landed on the man sitting on the front big throne-like seat.

<3rd Platform>

"Hey!" Zulfi cried.

"Huh! Ah..." Paul Channa came back to his senses.

Zulfi looked at him expressionless and said. "Wipe your tears and don't space out next time or I will cut you down."

Paul flinched, he touched his face only to find that it was wet from his tears.

He slowly raised his glaive, gave it a look and stared at Zulfi Dimitry. The atmosphere around him changed.

"I will show you the consequences of calling me weak."

***

Something changed within Paul Channa, Zulfi could feel it but he didn't understand what it was.

It was at this time when Paul marched forward, he bolted like golden thunder. With glaive in hand he closed the distance rather quickly, Zulfi's eyes widened. "Fast!" He whispered to himself.

He clenched his sword, tightened the grip and prepared himself for the incoming blitzkrieg.

Paul arrived at his destination and within a minuscule amount of a second, he swung his glaive.

It was a simple horizontal swing, a glaive's blade tearing the air, carving his way towards the final target. Nothing was strange about the attack or that's what Zulfi thought before he blocked the attack.

~BAANNG~

A destructive amount of power was packed behind the swung, his hands were knocked.

However, luckily, the sword remained in his hands.

He quickly stopped himself from falling by stepping backwards. He stood and looked at Paul who was right in front of him, attempting another deadly swing.

Zulfi quickly jerked and swung as well, power versus power, blade versus blade. A direct confrontation of two swings.

~CLLUUUNNGG~

The noise emitted from the bout was thrice, if not, twice louder than the usual ones they produced.

The Paladin's Pledge against the Reverie Light, both special tier weapons vibrated. Before one side started to overpower, Paul Channa was dominating Zulfi Dimitry.

~KAANG~

With a strange metallic sound, the two weapons separated, Reverie Light was still in Paul's hands while Paladin's Pledge was knocked into the sky.

For the first time ever since Zulfi Dimitry held the sword, it was the first time where the sword was blown away from his fists.

Before he could say or speak, a kick came from Paul's side.

~BAAMM~

It hit the chest of Zulfi Dimitry, throwing him away as his back glided on the ground.

He quickly flipped and solidified his standing.

Paul Channa bashed the end of his glaive on the ground and stared daggers at Zulfi Dimitry and said. "Pick it up."

The table has been turned.