Biography
As a pup, Lucifer had no emotion, no sorrow, no pain. He didn't feel anything when he killed animals, he didn't feel anything when his mother died. He was different and his pack knew it. He was cast out at the young age of 2 years old. Wandering the endless forests alone is enough to drive a young wolf mad. And Lucifer did go mad. He heard voices in his head telling him to do things after a few weeks of wandering. If he did the things they told him to do, they would go away for some time. And if he didn't, they would haunt him. Depriving him of sleep, making him not eat. He fell into the madnesses trap. He killed pups for fun. He tortured their mother if she came to find them. All to please the voices in his head. Lucifer found pleasure in these things after he got used to them.They were all he had to keep the madness and his true soul at bay.
One day on his 5th birthday, he was hunting a large deer. He had tracked this little bugger for 5 miles at least, and ran into barbed wire chasing it over a fence. His shoulder had a large gash in it and his brown fur was stained with dried blood. Just as he had the deer in his range of pouncing, a spot of white appeared in his eye. A small fae was sitting at the river. She was beautiful. Lucifer had never thought of a wolf this way, and it made him feel happy, a feeling he had never felt before. He had to get to know her. His muscles rippled as he found his way out of the woods to the river. The deer had been long gone, but would come back for it. As he got closer, the fae saw him. She stopped to stare a moment and their eyes met. "Um, hello?" Her voice was quiet and soft. "I'm Lucifer. I couldn't help but notice your all by yourself. A young beautiful fae like you shouldn't be out her alone." She blushed, "I think I can take care of my self, and thanks for the complement," she noticed his shoulder. "Oh your shoulder! Hey why don't you come to my pack and we can get you cleaned up." He had totally forgotten about the gash. "That would be great, thank you." They walked a ways along a path, and finally arrived at the fae's pack. "Hello, Alpha Lucia!" Some pups shouted, as they played with a dead sparrow. "Lucia." Lucifer thought, that's a suiting name. Lucia guided him to her den. "So your the alpha here?" Lucifer asked. Lucia nodded as she prepared a paste. "Do you have a mate?" She chuckled. "No," she looked up at him, " not yet." She walked over to him a with a needle in her mouth. "This might hurt a little bit." She stitched up his wound and placed the green paste on it. "I never got your name." He looked up at Lucia. "Lucifer, my name is Lucifer." She got up and walked to him, getting very close. "Lucifer, would you mind staying in my pack?" He stared into her brown eyes. "That would, be great."
After a few weeks in Lucia's pack, the two had fallen for each other. They spent every moment that they could together. Lucia accepted him even for his dark past. She also had a rough past. Being the only male in the pack at the time, he quickly gained the title Alpha.
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