Lilac : A Curse and A Prophecy
Ep 02 : “The mark of the Doom”
When Velcravia succumbed to the depths of silence, miles away in the 5th and the last Kingdom of hierarchy..
Lunareth — The Kingdom of Werewolves
Erupted in a cacophony of howls, its inhabitants unleash a maelstrom of chaos.
Wind ran its claws through the black pines. On the western ridge, the moon rose big and watchful, and the packs answered with a thrum of howls that shook frost from the needles.
In the marbled Mansion, every door stood open; no wall could keep a birth from the attention of wolves.
A midwife wiped her hands, breath fogging.
Chun-hwa/Head Maid/Werewolf
“He’s crowning,”
she said, and the circle of elders shifted, leather creaking, gold cuffs winking like small suns.
At the foot of the bed stood Prince Eun-Woo, brother to the ruling Alpha and currently the only face not carved from stone.
Eun-woo Kimithrae/Prince/Alpha
“Steady,” he murmured to the laboring queen. “Steady, sister. You’ve wrestled worse than this.”
She bared her teeth, which might have been a smile and might have been a threat. Then she pushed, and the world narrowed to bone and blood and will.
Moments later, the chamber filled with a sound that wasn’t quite a cry, wasn’t quite a growl—something liminal that raised the hair on every arm.
The child landed in the midwife’s hands, slick and furious, and the wolves leaned forward as one.
Chun-hwa/Head Maid/Werewolf
“A son.”
Chun-hwa said, awe scraping her voice thin.
The boy’s scent unfurled, bright as winter apples and iron. For once attractive, like could lure the evils, and the next so repulsive as if rust.
New wolves always carried the moon on their skin, but this felt…denser. Older. The elders stiffened, whispers sparking like tinder.
It lay over the child’s left clavicle, shaped like a broken ring—almost a circle, except where it snapped and bled a small line toward his heart.
The eldest elder touched the mark and pulled back as if burned.
Anyone/not imp.
“Doom,” she said, too quickly. “It is the doom-sign.”
Eun-woo Kimithrae/Prince/Alpha
“Doom to whom?” Prince Eun-Woo snapped.
Royal Priest/Werewolf
“A curse.” the priest forwarded his steps.
He stared at the child's mark then his eyes. His eyes as blue as if inlaid with sapphires.
Royal Priest/Werewolf
“A curse to be the doom,”
Royal Priest/Werewolf
“To the Kingdom, to the packs, to the thin peace we have clawed from our enemies.”
The priest’s gaze flicked to the moonlit doorway, as if he expected night itself to answer.
The head-maid folded the child close.
Chun-hwa/Head Maid/Werewolf
“He is omega,” she said, voice careful, inviting denial.
In Lunareth, omegas were soft targets—traded, managed, married off, their gentleness used to stitch peace between teeth.
In-su Kimithrae/1st wife/D. Omega
The queen turned her head, sweat pearls glinting. “A son,” she said hoarsely. “Mine.”
Anyone/not imp.
“An omega,” the elder countered, almost pitying. “And marked. The court will need to—”
Eun-woo Kimithrae/Prince/Alpha
“Enough.”
Prince Eun-Woo’s growl slid along the floorboards. He took the child, and the boy settled, eyes heavy-lidded, as if sleep itself obeyed his uncle.
Eun-woo Kimithrae/Prince/Alpha
“Write what you like in your ledgers. Call it doom. But take my warning.. those who mistake gentleness for weakness.”
Outside, the howls rose again, braided with a distant sound—bells? No, not bells. Something colder. The moment split like ice under too much weight.
Prince Eun-Woo glanced down. The mark over the child’s heart seemed, just for an instant, to shine—thready, like something pulling taut from very far away.
Between across forests and stone, under the moon and bell, two cradles faced the same sky. In one, a vampire heir with a silver ring in his eyes. In the other, a werewolf omega with a broken circle over his heart.
Neither knew the other’s name.
Somewhere the thread tightened—one end in velvet shadow, one end in pine-scented air—and the night learned a new shape for the word inevitable.
The binding had already begun.
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