Gloria now fidgeted in front of the royal family. Become a werebeast?! She wasn't here to join a clan, simply ask them for help. The young princess now gazed down at Gloria, seeing the teena discomfort. "Mother, father," she said. "I know it is our way to bring others into the clan. Gloria though is clearly uncomfortable with this idea. Isnt their another way?"
"Other families have taken in wizards," Hilde countered. "The kitsune have a child of the next generation as does Lilith and her demons. Even now the dragons negotiate to do the same. If the wizards truely wish for our assistance than this offer should be universal."
"Your mother is right it is only right that the wizards trust us with making one of them part of the clan."
A thought now ran through Gloria's mind, not a great thought, but a thought that may help in this situation. "What if one of the next generation did become a member of the clan in the future? When they were old enough to appreciate the gift? Would that satisfy you?"
"We are listening," Lycaon stated.
"Okay," Gloria said breathlessly. "I know that the whole idea of obtaining the gift is a bit frightening. It might take a bit of time but if you explain I think I have the perfect person."
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Morgan cried out as another one if Villars spells sent her crashing into the wall. Falling to her knees she now gritted her teeth as she glared at him.
"You can not win," Villar growled. "Even with your strength, you are still only mortal. Even now you tire of this battle." Morgan snarled at Villar. She didn't want to admit it but he had a point. The two were evenly matched, however, Villars body was able to absorb more punishment than hers. "Cmom Gloria," she thought as she grasped her ribs. "Make the deal!"
As Villar prepared to strike Morgan gasped, her eyes growing wide as she felt a new found power wash over her. "Thank you Aunt Gloria."
Villar paused as he gazed at the sorceress, something now seemed off about her. "What are you planning?"
Morgan chuckled softly, her incisors lengthening as she gazed at Villar. "I have a secret," she growled. "You see, coming back this far I had to leave a part of my power behind. Now though, my aunt has made certain that you shall feel the true extent of my power."
Villar watched intently as Morgan growled. The womans already impressive physique now began to grow, her muscles rippling under her clothing. As this occurred Villar watched as the sorceress mouth began to stretch, becoming a muzzle with razor sharp fangs now lining it. Morgan now ripped through her clothing, a snow white fur covering her body as she grew to an impressive 9 feet in height. As the changes subsided Villar was now dumbstruck to see a werewolf in front of him.
"My name is Morgan Carlson," she growled. "Daughter of Katie and Kellie. Honary daughter of my King Lycaon. Bodyguard of the future queen Winery. And the proud citizen of both the mortal and lycan worlds."
"Impossible," Villar whispered, shocked by Morgans appearance. "Lycans have no magic!"
"Now they do," Morgan smiled, her fangs glinting in the the torchlight. Before Villar could act, Morgan launched herself forward, claws and fangs bared. The attack struck true, her claws tearing away chunks of Villars flesh as her teeth sank into his shoulder. The titan howled in pain, trying to remove the mystical werewolf from him. "Get off," he bellowed.
Morgan would not relent, Villars blood staining the floor and his tattered clothing. Raising one of her clawed hands, she now summoned forth a magical ball of energy that collided with Villar at point blank range.
The blast momentarily stunned Villar, flinging the titan backwards into a wall. Grasping his wounds he looked upwards to see Morgan leap towards him once more. Snarling he now raised his hand, catching Morgan in a magical bubble before tossing the werewolf sorceress backwards once more.
"Your gift has no effect on me Morgan," Villar bellowed. "My magic keeps me from inheriting the gift of the Lycans. I've made sure my armies can not be corrupted by this power!"
Morgan cursed under her breath as she now hungrily stared at Villar. While the titan and his armies may be impervious to the Lycans gift, it did not mean she wasnt causing him harm. Morgan could see the fresh wounds on Villars body were taking longer to heal than usual. If she continued her onslaught, perhaps she could vanquish him.
Villar screamed, sending a bolt of pure power at Morgan, watching as the werewolves agility allowed her to dodge out of the way. Even with his power this new and improved Morgan LeFay was going to be difficult. He needed a distraction.
"Abolith, Fukushu," he called out with his mind.
In only seconds he could hear his lieutenants thoughts echo through his mind. "My lord," they both answered. "The demons are falling back, we have almost broken them."
"Things have changed," he grunted. "The Lycans have made a pact with the wizards and Lilith is attempting to escape."
"What would you have us do," Abolith responded urgently.
"Abolith take Isao and a regiment of Voids," Villar said, launching another spell at Morgan. "Destroy the royal family and all Lycans you encounter. They shall pay for this treachery."
"The Lycans may be to much for our forces my Lord," Abolith replied.
"Than it is time we use our allies," Villar grinned. "Summon the cliches. It is time they repay us for providing them with protection."
"What of me My Lord," Fukushu asked.
"Find Lilith and Morgans apprentice," Villar stated, blocking a spell from Morgan. "My magic has put you on even ground with her. Avenge your sister and eliminate her."
"What of the apprentice," Fukushu asked.
"Let her live," Villar said. "Subdue her and have her watch her ultimate failure."
Neither Abolith nor Fukuahu replied as Villar felt them move to accomplish his tasks. For now he would deal with Morgan delaying the mighty sorceress in her quest to destroy him.