Vengeful Bride of the wargod Alpha
Balor
He wants me, he would soon rather burn the world down than allow me live this life without his mark.
But I do not want the mark of the beast.
And he will never have me.
I hope he watches the skies, conquering nation after nation, his name spreading across the realms themselves, women of different beauty flocking around him, only to have his thirst never quenched, only to breathe the air he had conquered knowing.......
Balor– the immortal beast, the Alpha whom slays Alphas, King maker, in all his might and heaven-defying glory, he could not have me.
Even if I had to die to achieve this.
Hatred knows no bounds, even in my death I laugh in mockery knowing he never had the thing he had always wanted.
Little was I aware of. Fate was the one mocking me.
I had...... reborn.
Merci_Blaine03 · Fantasy