Alpha's Rejected Mate Returns as Queen

Chapter 658: The Story Of The Past

Chapter 658: The Story Of The Past

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Yarin's POV:

"That was ten years ago. You know about Azazel's invasion, right? Although we tried our best to appease society, it still caused a lot of panic. Even though the goddess quickly drove the demons away, it still could not quell the doubts and fears of the people.

"Back then, all kinds of rumors were rampant. Some people even took advantage of the chaos to spread the news that the goddess was about to fall, attracting demons to covet their territory. Although it didn't resonate, it was enough to show that the entire werewolf pack was confused and afraid."

Speaking of the past, my mom spoke with no nostalgia, only joy and lingering fear.

"But no matter how popular these comments are, they don't see through the truth. "Before I ascended the throne, a family called the Evaria Family was once very prosperous and even coveted the throne. Back then, we spent a lot of effort to get rid of them. On the surface, we announced that the reason was immoral human experiments, corruption, bribery, and the sale of official positions. In fact, the deeper reason was that this family had long colluded with the cultists. They would do anything for their own selfish ends to put the entire werewolf pack in danger."

I asked, "This Evaria Family... Is it Heller's father's clan?"

"Yes, I didn't keep it from Heller or other kids because he's innocent and doesn't need to bear the sins and secrets of his parents. However, it was undeniable that the Evaria Family's ambition led to all of this. Heller was born, and the demons infiltrated our clan.

"The Evaria Family was already at the end of the glorious days. Only Sisley stayed in the Lycan pack to guard the family cemetery. The last Earl of Marlowe who had been in contact with us, Sir Evaria, had also quietly died at the hands of the cultists. The cultists used his body and more victims as sacrifices to summon Azazel to the cemetery of the Evaria Family.

"Even if it was only for an hour, it was a huge disaster. In front of a true ancient demon, we were so weak as we had used all our strength to fight against his minions. We have no strength to fight Azazel himself.

"It was also during that catastrophe that Dorothy and I learned about our past lives. We were the children of the Moon Goddess and Azazel. Due to a lie, our past lives descended into the world, and we got separated. This triggered a series of chain events that spanned hundreds of years, and we finally met on that day ten years ago.

"I'll tell you the details in the future. In short, the Lily of the Valley must have a close relationship with Azazel and his cultists. Be it the silver coin or the flower, the evil power on it was no different from Azazel's. The garland symbol of the Lily of the Valley House was similar to the witch family that has served Azazel for generations. It is likely a branch of this family. "Also, there's a way to teleport over a long distance. With so much evidence from before, this is almost certain. Cultists can pray to the demons for power through sacrifices, and long- distance teleportation is one of the things I encountered when I was young. I am too familiar with it, and I am certain that this is the work of a heretic cult believer.

"The Lily of the Valley is a believer of Azazel."

My mom calmly finished her hypothesis which left me dumbfounded.

Azazel, the heretic cult believer, the witch family, the Lily of the Valley...

I felt as if I had walked into an endless cloud of fog. It was born a thousand years ago and spread into the endless river of time.

It had crossed the ancient and unadorned era of mythology, crossed the witch village in the snowy mountains, crossed my mom's youthful face, and finally arrived before me.

It surrounded me and kept spreading forward. The past couldn't be changed, and there would be more mysteries in the future.

It was as if a son inherited his mom's karma. The demon's shadow fate descended upon me. I couldn't describe what kind of feeling this was. Confusion, fear, emptiness, eagerness? Like a newborn calf unafraid of a tiger, I could not condense Azazel's terror and power in my heart. He was like any other ancient legend. There was an unbreakable membrane to his power. People looked at him as if he was an antique in a museum. They were awe-inspiring, but it had nothing to do with them.

My mom must have had a deep impression of Azazel. When she mentioned him, her expression was filled with rejection and disgust.

Her and Dorothy's hesitation stemmed from their understanding of Azazel. They knew how dangerous he was, so they wanted me to avoid getting involved. However, I knew nothing and got myself involved. Even after knowing the truth, I was still unwilling to leave.

This was stupid, I knew, but I didn't regret it.

If we were to surrender because of the other party's strength, what was the meaning of everything the world had developed so far? Wouldn't it be better to stay in the barbaric era where the strong preyed on the weak?

My mom didn't fear demons, the werewolves didn't fear demons, and neither did I.