The Birth Of Death
The Riddle King of the royal family of the regal and powerful dynasty of the Riddle stares coldly at the painful sight of his wife Merope Gaunt Riddle lying in bed wracked in pain and clenching her stomach while the nursemaids struggle to comfort the queen who is struggling to give birth to the new heir of the Riddle dynasty. The King continues to stare coldly at her, not comforting his wife through the intense pain just staring with a victorious sneer of finally of years of pleasuring and the first losses of their young from miscarriages and stillborn at last his wife is giving birth to a hopeful live and powerful son to be the heir of the royal family.
Merope continued shrieking loudly as the nurse gently ordered her one last time to push and she inhaled deeply using the last of her strength she grunted, clenching the bed sheet tight in a severe grip, and used the last strength and pushed the new heir of the prison marriage of her husband.
"AHHHH!!!" She shouted and King Tom Riddle smirked and his king's wife's piercing cries were replaced by another sound of crying and the nurses wrapped the baby in a soft warm blanket and they gasped at the sight of the child.
The king sneered and stared at the sight of his new heir then his expression of victory turned to anger and disgust and horror. The child's skin, a haunting pallor that surpassed his pale skin, even the snow itself, was a canvas of ethereal whiteness. His hair, charcoal-black and wispy, resembled the delicate outlines of miniature tufts of fur. Yet, it was his eyes that captivated most—pools of crimson that seemed to reflect a depth, hinting at a hidden intensity akin to the lifeblood coursing within, and during the baby's cries they see the baby's teeth were fangs of a canine.
"What the devil is this thing?!" He hissed in rage. "This little brat is not made of my blood!" He boomed.
He turned to his wife who was lying still and eyes closed with her body covered in sweat. "You witch! What of this you called my child?! Answer me!" He shouted at her with rage.
She remained still and silent. Merope had kept a secret that she met a werewolf and fell in love and sealed their love and came with a price. That ended with death and death once again arrived. He slapped her in the face. She remained silent and lifeless. "Answer me, filthy witch!"
Merope was still unresponsive and her eyes remained closed showing no life at all he and the nurses discovered she wasn't breathing. The king slapped her again and again with rage filling. "You have given no son, but a demon a monster! Grant me a new life, woman! Answer me!" He yelled out.
The queen with the red choker as a symbol of her prison marriage, who secretly fell in love with a werewolf and gave birth to the true ruler remained cold silent, and lifeless in such an eternal sleep with no return to be awakened. King Tom Riddle stared at his dead wife slowly leaning down to her chest and dilated his eyes closed his eyes tight then opened them with his expression dead.
Queen Merope Gaunt Riddle was now in a sleeping death forever.
He remained staring at her with deadpanned eyes while he and the nursemaids only heard the sounds of the child crying and he sneered and turned to the maid who was holding the baby. He gazed at the child and grimaced with eyes full of hate. "Take him to the tower on the other side of the castle", he ordered stonily and turned to the dead queen. "And dispose of her body", he ordered icily leaving the room and leaving the saddened maids alone with the corpse of their queen and the inhumane crying infant.
On the eve of winter, the funeral held sad faces of the kingdom but not of her cruel husband or his family who held such cruel and stoic faces.
The King had spread the word that their beloved queen and the child had perished in the difficult birth, without showing or telling the truth about the prince's existence now residing in the lonely tower of the castle.
He smiled staring at the beautiful women of the kingdom, he could find another and another who was more beautiful and give him a new heir to the throne and more beautiful and regal instead of looking as if the child was from a savage beast.
The king sneered at the thought of acquiring more wives and sending more heirs throughout the entire funeral procession. As mournful faces lined the path, guards solemnly carried the glass coffin bearing the precious cargo of the late queen to her final resting place.
On the north side of the tower facing the outlands of the mountain kingdom of the beasts, the baby was kept locked inside lying unceremoniously on the hay and solid floor with a straw bed next to the spasming crying infant and the fireplace dead with ashes and burned wood with dust evaporating around and cobwebs stretched out with the window sealed shut with bricks. The baby continues crying for someone to come and comfort the helpless infant but no one heard or came to his pleading cries, not even his mother.
The baby is innocent and helpless now, but will soon transform into a beast whose presence spreads death across the land. Blood will seep into the earth, staining it red as the red rose, while the haunting howls of wolves pierce the silence, instilling fear deep into the hearts of men.
The beast will kill all and strike fear all over the land.