Ancestral Lineage

As Ethan spoke his words of welcome, the throne room fell into an unnatural stillness. The low murmurs, the rustle of fabric, even the sound of breathing seemed to vanish. The world around Emma dimmed, the gilded walls and gathered dignitaries dissolving into a blur, until there was only her… and him.

Ethan sat upon his throne, the embodiment of composure—yet what she saw went far beyond the man.

Before her loomed a vast, towering presence, seated upon an ethereal throne that seemed to stretch into infinity. Its gaze bore down upon her like the weight of a mountain. This was not the calm, protective aura she had sensed the night before. No, this was different—denser, heavier, a silent declaration of dominance.

In that moment, her eyes and instincts pierced past the physical into the truth of his being. Sitting where the Emperor should be was an immense, layered presence—a vast entity made up of everything he was. She saw the frame of an Ancestral Vampiric Dwarf, cloaked in the aura of a Creator and Blood Primogenitor. She felt the twin pulses of Creation and Blood Magic weaving in an endless rhythm, each breath radiating power that could birth worlds or drain them dry.

His presence shifted and deepened as more facets revealed themselves—Psychic thought that pressed against her mind like the gaze of an ancient god; the unyielding weight of Earth, immovable and eternal; the cold touch of Necromancy that whispered of dominion over the dead; the ever-shifting currents of Alchemy that bent laws to his will; the resonant hum of Sound that could shake realms or soothe them into silence; and the shadow of Curse magic, coiled and waiting like a venomous serpent.

It wasn't as overwhelming as Fenrir, her ancient ancestor, but for her—a Primogenitor—it was still crushing.

Only weeks ago, she had ascended, awakening her Primogenitor bloodline fully and stepping into the Sacred Realm—the Saint Realm, as the other races called it. Among her people, she was a sovereign apex. Yet here, standing before Ethan, she felt like a child staring up at an elephant—small, fragile, and powerless.

She had imagined this meeting countless times. She had dreamed of their first battle—of testing herself against her soulmate in a clash that would shake the heavens. But here, in the first exchange where they merely played Emperor and Queen, she had already lost.

Ethan wasn't just a man—he was an entity far beyond her reach, a being who could erase her blossoming kingdom with a flick of his wrist. And that was without counting his allies… or the full weight of his imperial authority.

El Draco truly is a lifesaver, she thought, the words bitter yet grateful. If the wolf had not appeared in her kingdom and urged this path, she shuddered to think what fate would have awaited her and her people. Probably they would've never met or met through war.

"Queen Emma Fenrir Duskhaven. Please state your mission," A deep voice drew her attention back to her surroundings where she felt the gazes of the council on her, each with their own expression but none of disdain.

The one who spoke was the knight in dark armor.

She took in a deep breath and spoke, her voice filled with the confidence and courage of a wolf.

"Greetings Council of Anbord and my sincere and respectful greetings to his majesty and excellency, the Emperor of Anbord, Emperor Ethan Kael'Dri.

I am Queen Emma Fenrir Duskhaven of the kingdom of Fenrir, a newly established kingdom in the North. I came here for an alliance as per a message from a bird from your Empire."

Straightforward. The way of the wolves. It was good to be straightforward especially when facing a being like Ethan.

"An alliance you say?" Ethan asked, his expression still calm, almost nonchalant. Truthfully, Ethan was an amateur in situations like this. First of all, he became a king through a coup, then he fell into a coma for two decades. He woke up to a well developed kingdom. A kingdom so developed that the title of kingdom was a mockery to it. So, he elevated to an Empire. But that was just it. He was coronated as an Emperor officially but in truth, he was just a powerful man. He didn't have the capabilities to be an Emperor through and through. He lacked knowledge of politics, formalities etc.

All this should have made him weak but that was where everyone was wrong. Ethan as of now was three in one. He was Ethan, the strong boy, Kael the Blood Primogenitor and Dri the Creator. Kael and Dri were both rulers in their time. Very powerful and wise rulers although they had their short comings, their experience was nothing short of amazing. He was even sure that the Dragon Emperor and the Demon Emperor would be kids in front of their experience. Speaking of Demon Emperor, he was also the Demon Emperor, Lucifer although that bit was very complicated and confusing. So in actual sense, there were only two Emperors in the world. The Dragon Emperor and him.

Kael and Dri were dead and gone but they left him almost everything of theirs. Their experience be it battle, war, politics, etc. They left him their techniques among others. He was essentially a combination of them and himself.

This was more than enough to rule over an empire and he almost had two. Anbord and the Will Clan in the Beast Plane.

"Yes your majesty," Queen Emma responded, her tone unwavering.

"Do you think you are worthy enough to ask of an alliance with the Empire?" a deep voice filled with bloodlust and the presence of deep calm said. It belonged to one of the kings with long white and deep blood eyes. Just his presence unlocked a deep seated hate and challenge within her.

'A vampire but different.' She thought, forcing herself to not break out of composure.

"And you also have the guts to talk without the Emperor's permission?" Emma attacked back, drawing a smile from the king and also Ethan.

"You can say... we are more than just kings, Fenrir," the king, who was obviously Trevor said as his eyes glowed a deep crimson, showing something that made her eyes widen in shock once again.

'A primogenitor...'

"I'm sorry for my earlier blunder. Answering your question... we are not worthy," She said while giving a short bow.

"And why is that? You should be confident in your capabilities." Another voice, this one filled with a sense of calm that put her at ease said. It belonged to a fox man with wine-colored hair and blue eyes: Reginald.

"We are just a newly established kingdom with little to no knowledge of the outside world aside from the Northern lands. At most, what we could offer is fighting power which from the look of things, you're not lacking. We have nothing to trade too.

In summary, we are just frogs hoping for a bit of swan meat," Emma said, her expression calm despite the turmoil in her heart. Behind her, her entourage showed expressions of pride in her.

As prideful and wrathful wolves were, they always respected strength. If it were any other kingdom, just Emma's presence would make their council piss themselves. But, compared to Anbord's council, her strength was just one of the many here.

Moreover, Ethan wasn't even the strongest here. Two of his empresses, one a dragon and the other a dark elf were the most powerful here.

'I feel like I'm dying here!'

'I can hear you, you know?' Ethan's voice rang in her mind, making her show her third expression of shock.

Her eyes moved towards him and saw him smiling a bit wildly at her.

'He really knows!'

'Of course, I know. We all know.'

Just this made her look at all the empresses and she felt chills. Like her life was in danger, which it was.

"You're right, but you have something we don't have." This time, a purple-haired man with deep deathly green eye said. Just his presence kept the Fenrians on edge.

'Death!'

"Close but not him. Now can you please answer me?" Lamair said with a smile.

"What do we have that you lack?"

"Not you but you."

"Me?"

"Yep."

"What is it?"

"Control and authority over wolves."

"Huh? How did you…"

"You aren't the only Primogenitor here, Queen Emma," this time, Ethan spoke.

"How?"

"It seems you're still new to this. All Primogenitors can sense each other within a certain distance. You felt hatred when King Trevor spoke, then you saw his aura. When King Reginald spoke, you didn't feel anything special apart from a sense of calm. When King Lamair spoke, you felt death. Now use your senses around you and tell me what you see," Ethan spoke.

Emma did as she was told and all she could do was break out in cold sweat.

One, two, three, four….

Nine! Nine Primogenitors!

"This is insane!" For once, the Queen of Fenrir exclaimed in shock and indignation.