Author's Note: This takes place after Chapter 19. Since you wanted Iason to suffer, here you go!


Riki hit the bed with a harsh force and before he could think, he was pinned down by the livid Prince. He couldn't figure out why the man was so upset, what had happened to him? He was so gentle while he was under the cloak after being tormented on stage. What happened?

"Did you enjoy those girls, wolf cub?" he hissed. "Did you enjoy the drugs?"

"No! Let me go you fucker!" Riki started to thrash under the hold, but was successfully squished under the Prince. "What is wrong with you!"

Iason hit the mongrel's face, his anger boiling over. "You belong to me! Have you forgotten, you whore?"

Riki's head was spinning. Nothing made sense! Why was the Prince acting so strange, what was wrong with him? It was almost as if he had been put under some spell that was turning him into a monster! "Stop! Let me go!"

Iason ripped off the little clothing Riki did have on and thrust two fingers inside the boy. Riki howled in protest, his body jolting before thrashing away from the pain. "I've had it, you are going to remember once and for all!"

Riki started to scream as the ruthless fingers of the Prince speared into his sensitive areas, completely missing his secret pleasure spot in their assaults. "Stop! St—aaugh!"

After ramming his fingers in for awhile, the Prince unlaced his breeches and pinned the mongrel's body still. "You'll remember this time!"

"Don't—!" Riki screamed in pure agony as the Prince forced his way in, his opening only mildly lubricated. The raw penetration sent his body arching unnaturally into the bed as he fought to free himself.

"You. Are. Mine!" Iason roared, pounding mercilessly into the body before him. He tightened his grip on the tanned hips, nearly breaking the bones in his blind rage.

Riki's lips convulsed, no words escaping, only the sound of strangled cries of pain. His eyes shed endless tears as sobs shook his frame as he weakly tried to fight back against the assault. He desperately tried to push the Prince out, but all it seemed to do was have the Prince push harder. "Pl—pl...ease!" he managed between sobs.

Completely lost in his insane anger, he ignored Riki's cries and pleads. He continued to thrust in and out of the youth's body, blood slicking the insides and aiding the movement. "Never will anyone else...have you!"


Iason rose from the bed, glancing down at his mongrel without sympathy as he finished dressing. Riki could barely blink, his body ached in every nook and cranny. Tears stained his tanned cheeks as he laid there like a corpse.

"Clean him up," Iason ordered, knowing that the servants on the other side would hear him. "And leave him in his room."

The door closed behind the blonde, and soon servants emerged. A child's cry filled the room as the little half blood ran forward. He gripped onto the bedding and peeked up at the mongrel, bawling hysterically.

Jak walked over, scooping the crying child up in his arms and carrying him back to the spot in the servants quarters. Daryl slowly approached, unsure of where to begin in tending to the abused mongrel.

"I'm so sorry, Riki," he whispered, gently applying a warm wet cloth the the tanned body. "Jak, grab some pain medicine."

Riki winced at even the slightest of touch, tears pooling in his eyes. Jak dabbed his tears and pressed a bottle to his lips. A liquid filled his mouth which he struggled to swallow, but after he did it seemed to numb him. Please, please. How much more do I have to endure?

Be still, child. You are not forgotten.

The mongrel would have gasped if his battered body would have allowed it. Tears poured down from his eyes as joy took over him and as the voice within him seemed to ease his aching more than the medicine. Oh how he waited for this day! What are you?

I am the Nameless One. Your cries have not gone unheard, Chosen One. The time has come for you to become what you were born to be.

Will it hurt? Riki asked, not wanting anymore agony to find him.

The pain will vanish when you become your true form. I promise you, this will be the only time it will be painful.

A pressure formed on Riki's chest, and his breath started to disappear as if it were being pulled from his lungs. His mouth opened and closed frantically as he couldn't keep the air inside of him.

"Riki?" Daryl called, noticing the change in the mongrel and the frantic look in the dark eyes. "Jak! Get the Prince, something's wrong!" He grabbed onto Riki's hand. "Riki!"

The mongrel started gasping wildly as his body broke out into a series of tremors. Sweat beads began to form along his skin as pain shot through his veins all they way to his fingertips. It was pure torture. His own blood ached!

The half blood ran into the room, panicked cries emitting from his tiny form as he began to tug Daryl away from the danger.

Endure it, Riki. Endure it and the pain will forever vanish.

Riki released an agonizing groan, a weird wave of anger and sadness fluttering through his body. He regained feeling in his fingertips and dug them into the bed. His vision vanished for a second and then returned even clearer.

"What's going on here?" the Prince demanded, storming into the room. His eyes landed upon his mongrel and a frown creased his forehead. "What is wrong with you?"

Riki grit his teeth and closed his eyes. When he opened them, he was pinning the Prince down on the floor, gripping onto the marble neck. He dug his sharp nails into the flesh, tightening his hold. "DIE!" he snarled, his veins bulging under his skin.

"I think...not!" the Prince hissed.

Riki hit the ground beneath the Prince, all of his strength vanishing in an instant. He coughed and glared up at the blonde with hate burning in his black orbs.

"Throw him in his room," he ordered darkly. "I'm surprised you can still move. Later you won't be able to."


Riki banged his fists against the door. What happened?

Your bodies' condition couldn't handle the transformation. But it's healing right now. Be patient and soon you can gain your true form.

Will it work next time?

I'll help you if you need to switch, and after awhile you will gain full control over it. When that time comes I will depart from you and return only when you call.


Iason plunked down in his usual spot at the table, thoroughly irate with his mongrel. How could he think he didn't belong to him?

"Iason, are you all right?" Raoul asked softly, sitting down in his spot beside him.

"I cannot explain it, Raoul, but I'm absolutely furious with my slave." Iason leaned back, distress taking over him as he relived the incident in his mind. "I could have killed him..." He stared into Raoul's green eyes while trembling. "I...could've..."

A pang of guilt hit Raoul's chest as he saw how hurt his brother was for hurting his slave. He had never seen Iason look scared, but in those blue eyes he could see fear towards what he had almost done to his mongrel. "Would..." he choked, the guilt clawing at his heart. "Would you like something to calm you?"

Iason gripped onto Raoul's hand tightly, "Please, Raoul. If I can't stop my anger to him I'll kill him!"


Riki slumped to the floor to his knees, gripping his head in his hands. He dug his fingers into his hair and started to scream as he felt a pain ripple through his skull. It felt as if someone were using an axe and chopping away at his head. He started to scream loudly, his voice taking on a deeper tone and a grittiness that sound like a growl. His body began to burn as if candles were held to every inch of his skin and he released a guttural, bloodcurdling growl.

Yes, child. Embrace it. Embrace the changes!

The door opened and Jak came running in, but immediately stopped dead in his tracks with fear in his eyes. "R...Riki?" he called, shaking in terror.

The young man before him was no longer the one he knew. Riki snarled, his dark eyes glowing because of a golden pupil replacing the black one. His sides heaved as each breath that escaped his lips sounded like a wild dog growling at an enemy. The light glinted off his white teeth which had become noticeably sharper and longer.

This was no longer Riki. This was someone or something completely different.

"Ri—" Jak whispered fearfully, before he had the breath knocked out of him. He started to scream as the massive dark form pinned him to the ground, growling and huffing as it's teeth barely missed his face. The dark mass bit his shoulder, gouging out a chunk before leaping off him and out the door.

Daryl froze as the massive creature exited the room, blood dripping down from his mouth, staining his teeth. The child started to scream, tears running down his face as the creature made it's way closer. Daryl scooped the screaming child up and started to run, but was pinned down by the incredible weight of the beast. Sharp claws gouged into his back and he screamed in fear and agony as he felt his insides succumb to the sharp intruders. The child disappeared from his sight and grasp and then the pressure was gone. He quickly turned his head to see the dark mass running out of the room after it broke down the door. He felt a warmth pool on his back before he saw a puddle of blood around him.

That was the last he saw of Riki and the child.


Need to. Need to kill. Need to kill them. Need to kill her. Need to. Be human. Must be. Human again.

You are free to do as you wish, Chosen One.

Human? Become human again?

Yes, you can.

Silence the child. I have to kill the others before they notice.


"Iason and Raoul, may I please speak with you?" Jupiter asked, watching her sons start to depart from the room.

"Yes, Mother."

Raoul exchanged a glance with Iason, but then continued to follow behind his Mother. He wanted to give Iason some medicinal relief, but he couldn't exactly say no to his Mother's request.

Jupiter sat down on the chair on the balcony, gesturing to them to have a seat as well. They obediently sat down and waited for their Mother to start speaking.

"I know we do not always see eye to eye on many things," she started. "But I just want you two to know that I do everything out of love to protect you from trouble in your future."

"Mother..." Iason protested.

She held up her hand, efficiently silencing him. "Raoul, you will be Iason's right hand when the time comes for his reign. You must be there to support, help and defend him no matter what."

"Naturally."

"And I should hope, Iason, that you will also discuss your decisions with your brother." She smiled softly. "I want you two to depend on each other. You are brothers, and twins. You were born together holding hands. You mustn't let your relationship break because of being in power."

"It will not break," Iason assured. "I depend on Raoul much right now, and always will."

Jupiter nodded in approval, before standing up. "Good. Now, come with me. I have to—"

There wasn't even a moment to blink before blood splatter shot through the air. The arrow lodged itself deep into the Queen's chest, piercing right through her heart in a second. She choked upon her words, before her body swayed backwards. Iason jumped to his feet, his hand barely missing his Mother's fingertips as she fell off the marble ledge and plummeted to the ground, her dress fluttering around her like a feather in flight.

"Mother!" Iason and Raoul screamed in unison, helplessly watching her fall to the ground as if time had slowed down. Her body cracked against the marble stairs below with a sickening sound, the arrow almost coming out of her body from the force of the fall. Blood pooled from the wound profusely as her body grew still.

Raoul immediately turned to try to the exit and save her. "Don't just stand there!" he screamed, abandoning his brother.

Iason's eyes widened with horror as he stared past his Mother and saw the mangled bodies of several guards and pools of blood everywhere. Who could have? He wondered, shock taking him over as he vaguely pondered if he was dreaming.

A bloodcurdling howl ripped through the air, sending chills coursing down Iason's back. His blue eyes fell upon a massive pitch black wolf like creature running to the gates with a small figure on it's back.

"Riki..." he choked.


To Be Continued