GOD OF LIES

GOD OF LIES


It had been with him all along.

That gift—the dangerous art of persuasion. Damien didn’t need claws to destroy. His power was subtler, sharper. A tilt of the head. A perfectly timed pause. Words that sounded like truth, but buried venom beneath.

He had always known what to say to make others doubt themselves.

He could turn light into shadow, loyalty into betrayal. With one whispered suggestion, he’d turned two childhood friends into bitter enemies, watched them tear each other apart over a lie he spun just to prove he could.

He could tear down a whole community by just meeting one of the members, but he was never like that.

Damien was once an angel that was brought to earth; he was a subtle and calm fellow.

He became a villain when his father never paid attention to him. Dominic had always been the best child his father ever had.

He was treasured because of his special abilities. Things were great until his father found out that Dominic was the S-tier alpha after many decades.

Dominic could only manipulate his dad to do things for him. It started off as just using them to get Dad's attention.

Seeing that his father wouldn't care about him no matter the circumstance, he learnt how to manipulate anything. He read books and scrolls about manipulation.

That was when he came across the immortal sorcerer’s story and the curse. With this revelation, it made him read more books and get more insight on the curse and manipulation.

He was a master manipulator. A god of lies, cloaked in charm and ice.

Rumours of Aria being the next Moon Goddess swirled across the territories like a storm no one could control. Blackthorn packs that had been united under a fragile peace were beginning to fracture. Wolves no longer trusted each other. Borders were guarded with sharpened teeth and raised hackles.

They began accusing people of maltreating Aria when they should have been nice to her. Aria became an orphan at four.

Her new parents died when she turned four, but she didn't know the cause of their death. Dominic took her in after finding out she was his mate.

Some believed Aria had betrayed them by disappearing and coming back to take revenge on the people who enslaved her.

Others believed she had been taken.

But the most dangerous rumours? They pointed to Damien.

“She found out what he really is,” they whispered in the shadows. “She saw behind the mask,” one of the guys whispered.

“Everyone knows how devilish and vicious Damien can be. She might have had enough,” the other replied.

The Blackthorn elders had gathered three times in one week, and each time the room had nearly erupted into violence. Once-loyal allies now traded barbs instead of strategies. The Ravenspire wolves pulled their scouts back. The Fenrir line demanded answers. Everyone wanted someone to blame—and Damien was the perfect target.

Dominic had stayed quiet. Until now.

He had watched his brother twist the truth, watched the chaos unfold—and stayed silent, trying to believe that Damien was still the male he once called blood. But Aria's absence had broken something in him.

Though he rejected Aria, he never hated her. He was just cautious about how he was going to face the world with a maid being his mate.

Regardless, she had been the balance between them.

And now, she was gone.

Dominic found Damien in the Hall of the mansion where the council meeting was held, standing before the massive stone map of the wolf territories, as if trying to see what move to make next. His hands were clasped behind his back, posture calm, almost regal.

But Dominic saw through it clearly.

“You always get what you want,” Dominic said, voice cold. “But not this time,” his voice echoed.

Damien turned slowly. “Brother,” he said evenly. “You look... tense. Are you okay?” he replied calmly.

“Don’t,” Dominic growled. “Don’t use that tone with me. Not after what you did,” he scoffed.

“I’ve done many things. You’ll need to be more specific. Should I list them? Is that not why you hate me?” Damien asked.

Dominic stepped closer. “You lied to her. You manipulated her. And now she’s gone,” he replied.

There was a flicker of something in Damien’s eyes. Brief. Almost… pain? But it vanished.

“I did what I had to,” Damien said. “She wasn’t ready for the truth. You couldn't even keep her safe. Yo… You don’t even know her,” Damien sighed.

“And you do?” Dominic’s voice cracked like thunder. “You played with her mind like she was one of your games. You pushed her into that ritual. You used her.”

Damien’s jaw tightened. “Careful, Dominic, the walls can hear you. Don’t implicate yourself, or!…” he mocked.

“Or what?” Dominic spat. “You’ll turn the rest of the pack against me too? Spin another story? I won’t be your pawn.”

The first blow landed like lightning—Dominic’s fist connecting hard with Damien’s jaw.

The Hall erupted in violence.

They clashed like storms. Years of resentment, jealousy, and unspoken truths came undone in a brutal display of raw strength. Dominic fought with rage, wild and fierce. Damien fought with precision—controlled, calculating, but no less deadly.

Bookshelves splintered. Sigils cracked. The air was thick with growls and roars, blood on the marble floor.

“You don’t deserve her,” Dominic snarled, pinning Damien for a moment.

Damien shoved him off, panting. “And yet… she chose me. Over and over.”

Dominic’s heart twisted.

It was true—Aria had always returned to Damien. Even when she tried to run. Even when she knew better. Because Damien had that power. That holds.

“She didn’t know what you were,” Dominic said, breathless. “But she does now. That’s why she left.”

A shadow passed over Damien’s face.

He didn’t answer.

Because deep down… maybe he had pushed her too far. Maybe the look in her eyes that last night—equal parts fear and sorrow—was her finally seeing the truth he kept hidden for so long.

Now she is gone.

And the wolves are at war.