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MONSTER	By : Radius Category: +A through F > Devil May Cry Views: 10984 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Devil May Cry game series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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A/N: At last, the story’s pace kicks it up a notch, lol. XP From here, things get interesting. According to my Word document, we only got 80 pages to go. Wait a minute… Only 80 pages? O_o Crap, I write too much. >_> Anyway, enjoy this latest chapter. Seth promises to bake a pie if you do. ^_^ Oh, and… many thanks to Adultfanfic for sending me that email today. Wow, I had no idea that hurricane Gustav was headed my way until I read it and checked the news. O_O Yeek! (Hears Seth cry in the background while Dante scratches his chin nervously) It’s gonna be a wet week.

<< | Animal | >>

It was lunch time and several workers from the meat factory had headed out to dine at more comfortable, air-conditioned environments. Meanwhile, Lance waited by the double doors of the lobby area, his hands deep in his pockets. Many of his coworkers walked past him, some of them nodding while most ignoring him. He didn’t mind being overlooked. A loner, he wasn’t much of a social person. Rather, he preferred solitude and peace. He had only two ‘friends’ here at the factory and both of them were currently getting into their cars pretty fast.

Lance smirked as he watched Edgar and Michael drive off, their tires squealing. He didn’t care if they thought he was too old to hang out with. Nor did he care that they stole twenty bucks from his wallet. So long as they kept their mouths shut about his ‘dog,’ they didn’t matter to him.

Alone in the lobby area now, Lance sat on a bench. He looked outside through the lobby’s glass wall. Placing a hand on the smooth surface, Lance watched the last of his coworkers drive off to temporarily leave the smells of the factory behind. While he certainly didn’t want to join any of them, Lance confessed that it was often unbearable eating a sandwich in a place like this. In fact, after his first day on the job, he gave up baloney and ham altogether and stuck with peanut butter and jelly instead.

Lance checked his watched for a moment and glanced up at the now-empty sideway that led to the lobby’s entrance. He pursed his lips together and observed the city’s river across the meat factory.

Hired recruiters of the Landis’ Meat Factory always sold potential employees stories of the magnificent view of the river, as if it was one of the perks of being a factory worker here. In truth, there wasn’t much to fuss about it. The river was a dirty brown mess. Any time Lance walked by the river there was always something bizarre floating in it. But the river wasn’t the only upsetting part about this area. Because the meat factory was situated at the docks in the hard side of town, violence, drugs, and prostitution were also common problems. And, of course, there were the other weird events that occurred in a regular basis. If the Devil had a backyard, this area of town would certainly it.

Many times Lance thought about taking his chances and moving to another city where the crime rate was below fifty percent. But he was afraid. He’d been here for years. This was his home. As lethal as this city had become, he was accustomed to it. More than a street thug holding a gun to a head, he was afraid of unknown territory. Still, it couldn’t hurt to daydream, to think about better times.

As Lance looked beyond the murky waters of the river, he saw only a city covered with smog. For a moment, he tried to imagine how the town looked before the pollution got so bad. Halfway into his daydream he stopped, finding it too depressing. He gazed up at the open sky.

It was bright blue and cloudless. Lance frowned, troubled by today’s forecast. The sun was blazing hot today, with temperatures hitting over a hundred again. There was going to be a full moon tonight too. Hot and a full moon, Lance thought, this wasn’t good.

Lance checked his watch and looked out the glass wall again. He noticed a tall man walking up the long sidewalk. He wore a horizontally-striped shirt and khaki shorts that were held up by purple suspenders. His neck was adorned with metal chokers and lime-green goggles. With his shaved head, its tiny hairs dyed pink, and many decorations on his face, the young man looked out of place and dangerous.

At first, Lance thought nothing of him and stood, pacing the lobby area. From his back pocket, he took out a small card with the words: Visitor’s Pass. He flicked it across the palm of his hand again and again until someone tapped on the glass wall. Lance looked up. The metal head smiled at him.

Lance blinked. His mouth opened to say something, but closed shortly after. It opened again a second later and his eyes suddenly grew wide. The metal head on the other side seemed to notice his bewildered expression because he laughed.

“Oh my god, Seth…” Lance said and immediately opened the double doors, “What… what did you do with your hair?”

Seth grinned and wrapped his arms around Lance’s large waist. “Silly bear, can’t you see? I’ve shaved it off!”

With ease, Seth lifted the big man up and hugged him even tighter.

“Jesus, put me down!” Lance demanded, his eyes wild.

“What? Big bear doesn’t like bear hugs anymore?” Seth playfully swayed Lance left to right, as if he were a ragdoll.

“Christ, kid, I weigh over a ton. People are gonna wonder how a skinny guy like you can carry a big guy like me. Now put me down before you draw attention to yourself!”

“Party-pooper,” Seth joked and finally set him down. He kissed Lance on the cheek afterward.

Lance studied Seth for a minute, looking him up and down. Then he ran a hand through Seth’s shaved head and shook his head. “You know, I was only joking when I suggested this.”

Seth’s green-colored lips pulled into a wide smile. “But it was a brilliant idea. And… he was very surprised by it.”

Lance crossed his arms and a thoughtful expression on his face. “Oh, he was, was he?”

“And severely pissed off too!” Seth added excitedly, snorting.

Lance laughed. “Well good. That’s what that creep deserves.”

“We had to have a loooong talk afterwards.”

Lance nodded his head in approval. “You did well, Seth. You followed through. See? You can do it. You’re strong.”

Seth’s smile started to fade. He stared at the glass window, his expression sober now. “Yeah, I guess, but…”

“No buts,” Lance cut him off, “You followed through. That’s all that matters. Sometimes you’ve got to put your foot down. I know you have a relationship with him. I know he means a lot to you. It doesn’t matter. If you don’t like what you’re seeing, then be strong and do something about it.”

He nodded. “Yeah…I guess you’re right, big bear.”

“I know I am.”

Lance patted him on the shoulders. Despite his words of encouragement, Lance saw only concern in Seth’s eyes. He decided to switch the subject.

“So, how did the show go? Get a billionaire contracts yet?”

Seth shrugged his shoulders and sat on the bench nearby. “I didn’t win.”

“Sorry to hear that. How about the scouts? Any luck on them?”

Seth rolled his eyes and scratched the stud on his chin. “They loved my voice but they all said I needed to play modern music. Fuck ‘em.”

Lance joined him at the bench. “Yeah, what the hell do they know about music, right?” He gave Seth the card in his hand. “Everything’s set up.”

Seth took it. He tapped the card with his black-polished nails and seemed lost in thought.

“It’ll be okay, Seth,” reassured Lance him. “Don’t worry yourself too much.”

“Hmmm, I hope so, big bear.” Seth rested his head on Lance’s shoulder. His delicate fingers wrapped around Lance’s hand. Looking up at the sun in the sky, Seth softly said, “It’s going to be a full moon tonight. It’s hot outside right now. I… I barely made it here okay.”

Lance put a hand on Seth’s shoulder. “Everything will be fine.”

The metal head sucked on his lower lip, attentively watching the yellow dot in the sky.

***

He’d be lying to himself if he didn’t feel bad being here. Even when he had no problem breaking into other people’s residencies before, he felt the pang of guilt this time. He knew it was that damn, annoying connection he shared with Seth that made things difficult for him. Yet, the nagging questions in Dante’s head remained and refused to let go of him. They urged him to move forward in the investigation and discover the truth. Now he was here, in Seth’s apartment.

Dante took a good look at the room he enjoyed so much. Through the opened bedroom’s window, he felt a gush of humid air against his face and winced slightly. For him, the day came and went. Morning was replaced by the afternoon light, just as fast as the sun’s rays were enveloped by the blackness of the night. Already late in the evening, he was tired and ready to go home.

All day long he had spent in Chief Peterson’s office. Together, they analyzed reports and photographs related to the creature that stalked the city’s streets. Even though he was not officially apart of the investigation, Peterson had given him permission to see all of the evidence the department had collected so far. Unfortunately, the evidence revealed little and now he needed a new angle. That left him with only one possible alternative: his prime suspect.

Sitting at the edge of Seth’s bed, Dante watched the night’s full moon and found it both haunting and beautiful at the same time. Only a few stars sprinkled across the sky, their faint lights dim and small. It was a peaceful and romantic evening and for a second, he wanted to go outside for a nighttime stroll. Dante stayed put though, determined to find his answers.

Once again Seth was gone. He didn’t call his office or cell phone at all today. Neither did he leave him a message. Nada. No doubt, Seth was out in the city somewhere, consumed by his Animal. The apartment felt lifeless without its master. Out of habit, Dante turned the stereo on and left the volume low. He also flicked on the pink neon sign above the bed. Regardless of these actions, however, the room still felt incomplete. He felt incomplete.

It was quite a funny thing. He’d been with Seth longer than any other person, man or woman, human or Other. Dante tried his best not to accept this truth. Hell, he initially told himself not to get caught up in another ill-fated relationship and did his best to limit it to just to sex. For awhile, it worked. Seth’s Animal nullified his own inhumane hunger and offered a new view of the world. But in the end it was Seth, sentimental, idealistic, foolish Seth who made him laugh and behave like a normal man. It was this Seth who inspired him to believe in a dream he had long forgotten. Did he dare to dream that dream again? It was still too early to tell.

Yes, Dante felt a strong bond with the awkward and beautiful man, the same one who transformed into a terrifying metal head last night. But it was also this very same connection that made it difficult for him to be here right now. Because he respected Seth, Dante never invaded his private space. Nor did he enter his apartment with the intention of discovering any of his secrets. Unfortunately, that was about to change.

Wearing his working clothes today, Dante stood from the edge of the bed and searched the room he visited countless of other times. He went to Seth’s drawers and opened each one of them, scanning through their contents. Shirts and underwear dominated most of them. The bottom ones didn’t yield much information either. They were filled with magazines, photos they took of themselves and many, many CD’s and records. Dante eventually investigated the closet but found nothing unusual there either. He returned to the bed and lifted up the mattress, a place people tended to use to stash important documents. There were some bills, some Dante skimmed through. He sighed at all the typical things he was used to seeing. Dante was about to set the mattress back to its original position until his eyes noticed a large, brown envelope. It smelled of perfume.

Dante recognized this envelope. He had seen it a long time ago. It was on the day it rained and he and Seth got in an argument, in fact. Dante ran a hand across the envelope. It was sent to Rome and was addressed to a man named Gabriel de Tolentino. According to the date stamped below, the letter was delivered many months ago. A faint scent of jasmine emitted from envelope. Curious, Date opened it and reached inside. He pulled out a single-paged letter.

Gabriel,

                You know why I’m writing this. I never wanted it to end this way. There’ve been many times I dreamt things could be different for us. And yet, I can’t help but face the reality of things: you’ll never change. You can’t make me forget Phil Le. What you did to him… that was beyond forgiveness. For far too long I’ve let things go your way. I’ve let you manipulate me. I love you and, unfortunately, you will always be with me. I owe you my life. But enough is enough. I know what I am. You may not think it’s a big deal but I do. Call me a coward, call me a dreamer, I don’t care anymore. I’m tired and I want a new life. I want the same for you too. Please, forget me and let me sever our bonds. Goodbye and good riddance.

                                                                                                                                                - Seth

Gabriel de Tolentino… Seth’s ex-lover. Up until now, he never knew his name. Seth rarely spoke about him. Yet, he did mention how extremely possessive he was. He also said he was dead. Gabriel must have died not long ago because the letter was eventually returned to Seth. Dante wondered how he died. Did Gabriel kill himself? Or did someone kill him?

Dante shook his head. No. It was useless. Dead men told no tales. Unfortunately, while Gabriel was already dead, he still left his eternal imprint on Seth’s heart. Dante always felt his invisible presence each time Seth and him were intimate. Seth’s recent mood changes didn’t help things either. Was Gabriel responsible for Seth’s split personality? Did he emotionally abuse him when they were together? God, Gabriel must have done a real mind job on Seth if he did.

Gabriel de Tolentino… Dante hated that name already.

Taking out his digital camera, Dante took a picture of the letter for his own records. Afterward, he put the envelope back under the mattress and continued his investigation.

Other than the letter announcing a lover’s breakup, it took half an hour for Dante to find anything else noteworthy. In the bathroom, the medicine cabinet was practically packed with medicine bottles. Curious, Dante checked them out. Aside from a few pain killers, the majority of the medications he found were sedative-types of pills: Nytol, Sominex, even chlordiazepoxide hydrochloride and benzodiazepine. There was one bottle that had no name on it. Dante opened it. The pills were large and purple and completely odorless. As he continued studying it, Dante wondered why Seth had so many medications, many of them designed to treat insomnia. Did he have trouble sleeping at night?

It could have been nothing, but Dante took a pill from each bottle anyway, including the one without a name. He had to play devil’s advocate and consider every detail, even if it appeared insignificant. Closing the medicine cabinet, Dante left the bathroom and surveyed all the trash bins. He found only disregarded food, bills, flyers, and tissue paper.

After sweeping all the rooms one last time, Dante stood in the middle of the Seth’s apartment with his arms crossed. Deep down he wished Seth walked through the front door right now and got pissed at him for invading his privacy. But, of course, he never did. He was somewhere in the city, doing lord knew what. Biting his lower lip, Dante decided to leave. Making sure the apartment was in the same condition Seth had left in, Dante turned off all the lights and the stereo. He locked up and headed out.

Exiting Seth’s apartment complex, Dante crossed the street and mounted his bike. The engine roaring, he drove by all sorts of clubs and bars, hoping to hear the beautiful and seductive sounds of Seth’s voice. For once, he didn’t mind listening to outdated and laughable music. Alas, all he heard was the loud screeching of a fire-charged guitar that was typically accompanied by a drunken singer. For a moment, Dante considered taking a break to have a drink. Yet, the thought of Seth alone in the city compelled him to continue his search.

Dante turned a corner and headed for Jefferson Memorial Park. Whenever Seth disappeared and went through a mood change he often went there. Seth liked the park because of the street whores, drug dealers, and hiding spots. They had gone there together plenty of times to do all sorts of illegal activities, in fact. After riding his bike for fifteen minutes, Dante finally arrived at the gated entrance of Jefferson Memorial Park. It was locked.

The park was dangerous at this time of the day. It was riddled with drug dealers, gangs, and prostitutes at night. Law enforcement had a tough time keeping things in check because of the park’s deep shadows. Dante wasn’t worried, though. Thugs and dealers were all small fish to him, which was why he only armed himself with Ebony & Ivory today. If he was lucky, he’d stumble across a demon and have himself a good workout. As it was, though, his Devil senses found nothing unnatural about this place. A bit disappointed, Dante dismounted from his bike and approached the park’s secured gate. With one leap, he jumped to the other side. He landed with a soft thud. After straightening his red trench coat, he headed west and began his search.

It was strange that nighttime had a tendency to distort reality. For Dante, he found it almost peculiar that the night hours revealed an alternate world. In just a matter of hours, the pleasantness of the park could be transformed into an uncomfortable setting that housed the sinister creatures of the night, human and animal alike. It truly was another dimension; a rip in the space continuum. Under the pitch black sky, the once lively green grass was now a depressing, monochromatic gray color. The trees, themselves, appeared like terrifying figures with sharp and thin claws. And the song of playful birds was replaced by the indifferent ringing of crickets.

Dante had visited the underworld throughout his devil hunting career many times, more times than he wanted to, unfortunately. He was not afraid of the underworld’s dark forces because he already knew what they looked like. He had seen the boogeyman again and again and learned how to deal with him. A gunshot here and a slice from his sword there and, voila, there was a new trophy on his wall. Indeed, the powers of darkness held no power over him. If anything, it was the true unknown, the powers that could not be seen, touched, heard, and tasted, that proved very dangerous to him.

After spending a few hours roaming the park, Dante took a break. Either Seth had left or he was never here to begin with. Sighing, Dante found a bench he and Seth had once occupied and sat there. With his arms hanging over the bench’s back support, he watched the view of the riverbank directly across him. The river looked like a black mass of dead weight, reflecting only the moon.

“Hey, you want a good time, baby?” a woman asked from behind.

Dante turned and saw a pale-skinned working girl wearing a blue tank top and miniskirt.

“Aren’t you afraid of being snatched away by the boogeyman?” Dante asked, half joking but also half serious.

“Honey, if the boogeyman’s got fifty bucks, then I’ll show him a good time too.” She smiled and approached him, making sure he got a good look at her body. “So? What do you say?”

“Sorry. I’m not in the mood.”

“What? You aren’t in the mood for some of this shit?” The prostitute hiked up her skirt. She wasn’t wearing any panties.

“Sorry, doll face. I’m not interested.”

The working girl scoffed and backed away. “Fucking asshole, go blow yourself.”

Dante chuckled at her rude remark. He heard her high-heeled shoes click-clack loudly as she walked away.

He sat there for awhile; laying his head back. A part of Dante wished he had accepted her offer since his body needed gratification. But no other person could offer the same pleasure Seth had always given him. Dante was already used to the feel of his body. He was accustomed to the sounds and smells that came from their sexual intercourse. Seth was perfect. His basket-case, sentimental, and brutal man was nowhere to be seen, however.

Sitting on the same bench where Seth had been on top of him, Dante’s penis stirred. It had been an entire day without his touches. Dante was tempted to release his anxiety here and now, until a shriek abruptly shot through the air and snapped him out of it.

Dante stood, alert now. A few seconds passed before a second scream followed. Judging by the power of its sound, the distressed person wasn’t too far away from his position. In fact, it sounded like the whore he just rejected. For all he knew, a thug was raping or mugging her. In any case, he removed Ebony and Ivory from their gun holsters. With his guns drawn, he ran toward the woman’s direction. The yell was suddenly cut off, however, and silence prevailed. Dante swallowed hard and reached the location he heard the scream originate from.

The area was outside the walking trail, deep into the grass field of the park that was riddled with tall trees. None of the park’s light posts were close enough to illuminate light into the open space. Under the dim light that emitted from the moon, Dante could only make out shadows and a few highlights here and there. He took a step forward to investigate the scene. He cursed when two beggars unexpectedly rushed past him; scared shitless.

“Thanks a lot, assholes,” Dante muttered to himself, nearly shooting them.

Shaking his head, Dante advanced forward. He scanned left and right, trying to detect movement with the help of his demonic senses. His eyes turned crimson while the black pupils grew large. Dante’s entire vision was soaked in red now; his surroundings brightened. Anything organic or alive glowed with a yellow-orange color, pulsing brightly according to the rhythm of its heart beat. The trees were a dim orange hue. While they didn’t pulse, he saw the water within their roots travel upward. Any shift the leaves and branches made was visually vibrated through his Devil’s eyesight. Meanwhile, his sensitive nose caught fresh blood in the air. Following the scent, Dante advanced further into the grassy field. He stopped when his feet landed on something soft and very wet. Dante looked down.

Human entrails. They slowly pulsed orange; an indication they had just been ripped apart recently. From the looks of it, it was the guts of a human body. There was a torn piece of fabric nearby. Dante’s pupils shrunk, zooming into it. That area of his vision became saturated with color. It was blue, similar to the working girl’s tank top. Dante shook his head and walked a few steps forward. The bloody insides of the dead prostitute had left a trail. He tracked it with his eyes and saw that it led straight up a tree.

His vision suddenly emitted pink shockwaves. There was a strong heartbeat within that tree. It was alive and breathing. And big. Dante felt the hairs at the back of his neck rise and advanced toward the tree. His thumbs unlocked the safety devices of both his twin pistols. Soon, he stood directly beneath the tree. In the darkness with only his Devil eyes to guide him, Dante tried to make sense of the tangled branches and leaves. There was slight movement there and Dante suddenly felt a presence. It was powerful. Not human. But not Devil either.

A whirl of motion came at him. Not from above, but from behind.

Dante barely reacted in time, feeling a gentle swipe at his shoulder. He ran up the tree’s trunk in front of him and kicked off of it. Twirling in mid-air, he fired both his guns at whatever grazed him. All he saw was a mass of blackness, reacting with quick efficiency. It dodged the lethal projectiles and leaped off the ground, jumping to the nearest trees. Kissing ground again, Dante followed its movements with his Devil eyes and shot a barrage of bullets. He tried to get a feel for its movement but he probably had better luck catching a fish soaked with oil. The creature was too fast to get a bead on and he couldn’t get a good profile of it either.

Was this the creature that stalked the city?

Dante noticed it was running from one tree to another, circling him. Whatever it was, it, too, was trying to get a feel for him. The PI mentally cursed. Demons were one thing. They were narrowed-minded creatures that didn’t really think for themselves. Those that did were about as smart as a bird. It was pure instinct they fed on. This thing, on the other hand, was both aggressive and intelligent. Dante knew he had to play his cards right, lest he fucked up.

The black mass jumped to the next tree and disappeared suddenly. Dante cursed. The son-of-a-bitch fell back, going deeper into the park. The creature was probably luring him into another trap, just like it did right now. Dante growled. He didn’t have much of a choice but to follow it. He took to the nearest tree and leaped off the branches, tired of trying to hit an oversized piñata from ground level.

His legs leaped from one tree and onto another, pushing toward the powerful scent that drifted in the air. It was the scent of fresh blood and raw meat recently consumed. Yet, there was nothing else that emanated from the creature; no individual signature. It was almost as if the creature did not exist.

Dante wrinkled his nose and finally came to a halt when the scent of blood was so near, it was practically on him. The sound waves in his vision pulsed fast. His ears throbbed with the ferocious heartbeat of the creature. It was almost unbearable.

On a thick branch, Dante quickly surveyed his environment. There were even more trees scattered here than in the previous area. They must’ve been at the east side of the park. Dante narrowed his eyes, tired of these games.

“Just so you know,” he taunted, “I’m not a big fan of hide-and-seek. I’m more of a dodge ball geek. I like knocking out my opponents with my big balls.”

Dante snickered and raised his guns. Scanning the area, he checked to see if his taunt garnered a reaction. Nothing. With his vision, ears, and nose, he tried to pinpoint the scent that was too near him for comfort. He took a step on the branch he stood on, thinking he saw something a few feet away. Something sharp smashed through the branch and it abruptly gave way. Dante’s body felt gravity until a massive claw caught him at the waist. Dante turned his head to see what it was that had a good grasp of him.

Lifeless black eyes stared back at Dante. No doubt, this was his target. This was the animal that left behind half-eaten corpses. Its large teeth, wet with saliva and blood, snarled. They were easily over four inches long and had enough chopping power to tear a thick scrap of metal into tiny pieces. Even the body structure of the creature was overwhelming. It was nearly twice Dante’s size, its skeletal-like torso massive while its legs were long, muscular, and bent. Its arms conveyed raw power, heavily thick with muscle and consumed with rich black fur. The animal’s details matched everything Dante found on the reports and victims’ bodies. It took Dante only a moment to understand what he was dealing with. Even then, he had to second-guess himself.

“You gotta be fucking kidding me,” he started, “You’re a…”

The werewolf howled loudly, cutting him off. It was a horrible sound, not like the ones Dante typically heard in the movies. If anything, it sounded like a thousand shrieks simultaneously screaming together in union. The high pitch of the werewolf’s howls vibrated throughout the entire park and shattered both of Dante’s eardrums, causing them to bleed profusely.

“Fuck…!” Dante grinded his teeth and shut his eyes tightly as his Devil abilities kicked in to repair the massive damage that was done.

Once the terrible sound faded away at last, Dante wearily looked up at the beast. With the pale moon wide awake and the photos of victims he saw, it all made sense to the paranormal investigator now. Still, it was hard to believe. Sure, he’d hunted Devils and witches and vampires, but werewolves? Really, that was fubar. He heard the stories, of course. He heard the mythical tales of beasts that were cursed to walk the Earth as both men and animal. He heard about their inability to control a horrifying transformation that took the form of a gigantic wolf. Dante didn’t think any of those tales were real, though. He put them under the myths-and-bullshit category and closed the book. Nearly twenty years in his line of work and there wasn’t an ounce of proof that these creatures actually existed. Until now, that was.

Dante still had no idea what was fact or fiction when it came to werewolves. This werewolf opened a new can of worms that was mixed with all types of species that he didn’t know where to begin. Were any of those stories valid? Humans always had a way of distorting the truth for personal gain and entertainment purposes. Yet, there were some common themes found within all the werewolf tales, one of them being the human factor of the beast.

                Something unexpectedly stirred inside Dante. He had trouble coping with the thought, however.

                He was an Other. He displayed fast reflexes and strength. He referred to his change as the Animal. He disappeared on certain days. He was gone tonight. He never told him what he was.

                Dante stared at the werewolf, his face expressionless. “Seth?”

                The beast’s eyes narrowed and reacted violently to that name. The claw that wrapped around Dante’s waist gripped him tighter. Bones cracked and he yelled, soon coughing up crimson droplets. The blistering pain was enough to make his demonic blood boil, however. Power coursed through Dante’s veins. With his newfound strength, the devil hunter pushed a leg at the werewolf’s chest, giving him space between him and the beast’s jaws. With his free hands, Dante aimed his guns at the shoulders, not wanting to shoot the creature in the face in fear he’d kill it.

The wolf roared in pain when he fired. It threw Dante to ground, the force powerful enough to send a violent dent in the grass landscape. Dante’s back stung and he struggled to free himself from the hole that outlined his body. Just as he freed a leg from the ground it was embedded in, however, the werewolf pounced on him. Its jaws snapped once, as if to threaten him if he moved. Dante cursed. He was unable to aim at the creature since his arms were stuck to the ground.

“Seth…” he said again, between his back pains. “It’s me… Dante…”

The werewolf on top of him gazed at him indifferently, only snarling and drooling. The blood from its shoulders stopped dripping, immediately sealed by its own healing abilities. They must’ve been as fast and as efficient as a Devil’s. Unfortunately, the beast was immune to the unnatural powers Dante had implanted in each of his bullets.

Above, the moon grew brighter and the animal stared up at it. It paused, blinking at it. Eerily, it swayed its head, moving it left to right. It was listening to something, something that only it could hear. Seconds later, the large beast howled loudly. It was a long wail this time, one that silenced all the insects and nocturnal creatures in the city. Seconds later, in both far and near distances, thousands of dogs howled back. When the massive beast looked back at Dante, its entire body quivered. Its breathing drew into heavy pants. The beast seemed hungry.

Before Dante spoke again, the werewolf’s long and steel black nails ripped off the entire front of his body, clothes and skin alike. Dante yelled, the fire of pain inflicting his entire body. He could no longer distinguish between the sounds of his clothes or skin being shredded. They both sounded terrifyingly similar.

Dante winced, covered in his own blood. Even if his hands remained trapped, Dante fired shots, making enough loud noises to distract the werewolf. If it had all the perks of a wolf, it also had the sensitive ears that went with the package. The reaction Dante was looking for wasn’t what he wanted. He expected the beast to stumble back and protect its ears, giving him a chance to get unstuck. Instead, the werewolf stabbed its nails straight into his stomach to make him stop. Red faced and enduring layers upon layers of agony, Dante let go of his gun triggers. He spit out a chunk of blood.

As if satisfied by his compliance, the beast removed its claws. It stood over Dante and breathed loudly, its shoulders moving up and down. It watched Dante intently, silently observing the devil hunter’s body heal itself.

Dante hissed as his blood bubbled. Strings of broken skin snapped to other patches of broken skin until they blended together. Meanwhile, blood vessels reconnected with others, allowing for proper blood circulation. After a few minutes, the skin became smooth and cream-ivory again. Dante moaned. Mostly naked now, he was hit with the cold draft of the night.

The animal suddenly settled on its knees. It lapped the smeared blood off Dante’s fully recovered skin, somehow enjoying the flavor. Fear of the wolf sinking its long teeth into him crossed Dante’s mind. He didn’t want to kill the animal, not until he knew whether or not it was really Seth. He could only hope that the creature didn’t strike him again, though. His own Devil persona was just as lethal as the werewolf. The moment his body took a fatal hit, the Devil within would defend itself. It would overwhelm its human personality and react in the most cruel and vile manner. Dante remained vigilant of the tongue that kept sweeping him, hoping it didn’t come to that. At the same time, though, the long tongue that washed over him again and again felt admittedly… good.

Dante looked up, still hearing the beast heaving. Was this Seth? His Seth? This werewolf didn’t share his scent. The creature didn’t smell of nicotine and raspberry shampoo. Then again, this beast’s odor was non-existent. Perhaps it had the ability to mask its scent during the animal stated. Dante doubted his own Devil Trigger emitted a human scent either.

The black beast continued licking over Dante’s skin. The tongue was as long as a foot, hot and thick, the end very narrow and almost pointed. Dante’s arms and legs were clean now and now the gigantic tongue slid over his chest area, leaving trails of slippery wetness in its wake. Dante was warm because of it, the coldness in the air no longer biting into his skin. He tried not to noticed how perked his nipples had become. Nor did he want to admire the coarse texture of the werewolf’s tongue. And as he enjoyed the tiny shivers he received with each sweep the tongue made over his body, he kept quiet. Yet, when the tongue traveled downward, Dante found himself wincing.

Dante’s sleepy erection grew strong and long the more his stomach was licked. The tongue was dangerously close to his erection, almost touching it but not quite. As hard as he tried not to, Dante arched his body up a bit, yearning for it to be licked too. He couldn’t move much. The earth around him still restrained his movements and to his dissatisfaction, the beast was only interested in the fluids its prey produced. It resumed swiping its large tongue from his navel up to his chest, gazing it with the harsh and wet texture of its tongue. Only one time it accidentally caught a bit of his penis and Dante shuddered. His shaft wobbled a little and he waited, counting the seconds for the tongue to touch him there again. It seemed like an eternity and Dante moaned softly. As lethal as his encounter with the beast was, he enjoyed this turn of events. Even if he stood on the edge of danger, he loved it.

At last, the werewolf grazed a bit of his erection again. Dante discharged a large amount of his seed upward.

“Oh god…” Dante groaned loudly.

The beast’s tongue now swept from his chest area directly to his groin, licking off the white juices Dante sprouted. The werewolf was indifferent to Dante’s sounds of pleasure. To the beast, his cum was just another delectable taste. The blood from the stomach was already wiped off cleaned, as were the other areas of Dante’s body. The only noteworthy area left licking was the hard flesh that kept producing more tasteful fluids. The wolf furiously sampled it.

Still trapped in the soil, Dante fidgeted anxiously. The way that large tongue flicked back and forth over his erection, desperately fast, was enough to send an adrenaline rush throughout his entire body. The werewolf’s tongue was like a soaked and heavy towel that kept smacking him hard. Dante laughed at his own analogy but groaned soon afterward, his grip on his guns tightening. He felt the tongue sweep from his balls to the tip, felt how slippery they’d become, and wanted to scream. The tongue slapped his length again and again, in all directions. His cock wobbled helplessly, its veins practically pulsing. Each exhale the wolf made brought a wave of hot moisture over Dante’s pelvic area. The twinge of pleasure was incredible, so much that he finally freed himself, popping out his arms and legs.

It was almost ironic. He was free now. He was free to battle the beast. He was free to put an end to this mess once and for awhile. Instead, Dante abandoned his guns and clutched the fine hairs of the werewolf’s shoulders. He pulled at them each time his erection was licked. A few moments later Dante ejaculated again. The beast the wrapped its long tongue around his penis, covering it entirely.

“Shit… shit…shit…” Dante cursed again and again, watching the wrapped tongue squeeze the life out of his cock.

Dante’s body twisted and turned, unable to control itself. He was a slave to this beast, accepting its punishment and wanting more of it. Dante drew up his hips and arched his head backwards, making it easier for the animal to taste more of him.

At last, the beast unwrapped his tongue from Dante’s cock. It panted louder than before and lowered itself over Dante’s entire body. Putting one powerful arm on both of Dante’s sides, it loomed over the devil hunter like a giant shadow. Dante saw nothing but its blackness. Even the moon was blocked out by its massive body. Something big, heavy, and very hard dangled over his legs. Dante frowned when it moved upwards, stopping between his legs. He blinked and his mouth gaped. Surely, that large thing wasn’t its…

“Shit!” Dante’s scream echoed across the park, suddenly impaled by a steel-hard rod.

It must’ve been over a foot and a half long with a thickness of three inches. Every part of it was rock solid, including the hot and wet tip. There was another shove. Dante jerked back and clutched the beast’s fur. He still hadn’t recovered from the first thrust. He shouted and his legs shook, feeling like they were getting ripped apart. Dante understood now what the beast sought, understood why it looked so hungry. With the moon glowing bright, the animal humped faster, soon making growling sounds.

It was a large motor machine that produced only power and pain. The heavy heat throbbed loud and hard between Dante’s legs. He gasped and shut his eyes. Yet, he opened his legs wider, inviting the animal to go deeper. Despite the utter torture and abuse his body received, Dante welcomed it. His inhuman body absorbed the werewolf’s heat like a sponge and demanded more. Dante yelled when one vicious ram went into him too deep and too quickly. His scream was blocked out by the werewolf’s loud panting. It kept digging its long cock through the tight barriers of Dante’s flesh. It was a violent creature, nowhere like the sentimental man known as Seth. But it was very much like his animal personality, only two times more out of control and powerful.

The investigator was glad the wolf didn’t stop. He even ignored the fact that his insides were being torn apart. Instead, he embraced this animal and wrapped his arms and legs around the beast, grinding against him, even when it felt like he was impaling himself on a liquid hot sword.

Dante’s eyes flashed red when another hard thrust came into him too abruptly. The pain receded and his insides adjusted themselves to allow the massive object further in. He knew a normal human couldn’t survive an encounter like this. The beast’s dick was too long and thick, enough to snap bones and puncture internal bleeding. As terrifying as it was, however, Dante wanted it all the way inside him, encouraging the pain by clinging onto the beast tighter and begging it to keep going. His feet curled when his ass literally split in half, the skin and bone being ripped from its foundation. Dante heard the bones crack and interior tissue break. Immediately, his Devil blood tended to the wounds, adjusting the rim of his anus to accommodate the monster’s terrifying length.

                “Yeah… halfway… there…” Dante muttered through the intense pain, still aroused. “Half… Ah…! Half…! Oh god…!”

                The animal wasn’t gentle or concerned at all. Its actions were purely sexual and remained raw throughout. Like a mindless machine, it pounded again and again and again. It sunk its enormous cock deep inside the tight, tender, and very hot meat beneath. When the man below pressed against the size and met its beat with upward thrusts of his own, the animal growled and pumped with double its speed. Shortly later, it spilt its seed.

                Dante nearly croaked at the hot stream flowing into his body. The interior tissues of his body and broken bones all vibrated. The wolf’s cum seemed endless, like piss. Both of his legs trembled and his eyes fluttered as more poured into him. His own cock ejaculated, squeezing off on the animal’s fur.

                “Yes…” Dante whispered, feeling like a bloated balloon. “Yes… more… I want more inside me… Give it all to me... More… ”

The beast was three-fourth inside now and all Dante could do was hang on until the final inches descended inside. He was a helpless mass of flesh. He could no longer compete with the wolf’s actions. His constant healing exhausted out his stamina and strength whereas the werewolf was still hitting it, fucking him with a ferocity that invoked a series of orgasms, one after another. Dante didn’t mind simply lying there with his legs open. Passive, he chose only to amplify the sexual gratifications he was receiving with self-administrations. Dante’s hand traveled down to take his length, which now appeared modest when compared to the beast’s size. His hand moved rapidly, flapping the skin and making the head seek a wet hot hole it’d never find. Dante tried to force himself to cum again; the beast seemed to like it when he did. Dante needed the wolf’s stream to fill him, this time lasting longer than before.

                Somewhere in the back of his mind, Dante told himself he was screwing an animal. Granted, it was a wolf that was twice a man’s size and turned human, but it was an animal nonetheless. Dante wasn’t disgusted by the idea. He had fucked many Devils in his lifetime. They were all creatures in their own right. He admitted, however, that having sex with this wolf in particular was painfully erotic. He always thought wolves were fascinating animals. They were mysterious, primal, and sophisticated. Funny, how Seth had all of those qualities.

Seth. Dante originally believed he was a vampire or something to that equivalent. He looked too beautiful and fragile, nothing like the beast that savagely rammed itself into him right now. Yet, it all added up. Looking back, whenever Seth was desperate for a good fucking, it was usually on days when the temperature was hot and moist. And then there was Seth’s fear of dogs. No, not fear. What he mistook for fear was actually embarrassment. Seth was embarrassed over his sexual attraction towards animals. He was an animal himself, a primal creature of the night. It was no wonder why he was often accompanied by his Dobermans. Dante imagined his partner’s reluctance to talk about his past sexual experiences came from a fear that he’d judge him.

Yes. Everything made sense and Dante understood why Seth kept leaving him, warning him to stay away. Seth left because he didn’t want to hurt him, just like he probably left his old lover in Rome. Unfortunately, by the looks of things, he couldn’t control his animal instincts. He was still in the prowl. Worse, he was killing to be fed.

                Dante’s thoughts were interrupted by a delicious orgasm, which started right at the base of his shaft. Dante pumped his cock faster, his other hand tugging the animal’s fur. On top, he saw the beast’s body trembling. The last inches had finally made it inside and now it was pushing in and pulling out for the sake of coming.

                “More…” Dante begged. “More…”

                The black beast howled. It continued thrusting, even as the powerful orgasm took hold of it. Dante’s yell followed shortly. He came hard, feeling the animal’s hot stream fill his insides again. His own cum had squirted out for a second time, this time shooting fast and heavy. The beast’s liquid flooded into him longer this time. Dante was out of it, enjoying the penis in his ass still moving and his own climatic high, that he didn’t hear the low and aggressive growling coming from the animal. It took its snarl to break him out of his trance.

Dante’s eyes managed to snap open his eyes just in time to see the werewolf’s teeth coming down. It was just the teeth he saw, a blur of it rather, with strings of saliva flying everywhere. A burning sensation emerged from his neck shortly after, too sudden for his brain to fully register. Dante blinked, just barely aware of the raw, long, and hard meat still moving between his legs. Its speed was tripled and it hadn’t stopped ejaculating. His mind was a mixture of confused thoughts. For some reason, Dante remembered watching the National Geographic channel, recalling a tidbit about the female mantis cutting the head off her mates once she was done screwing them.

The teeth came down again and settled on the other side of his neck now. Dante chuckled a little, finding it funny that his wolf was giving him one hickey after another. He felt wetness and pressure on the curve that joined his neck and shoulder together; heard a disgusting wet and crunchy sound. Dante reached to scratch the other side of his neck. It felt irritatingly itchy to him. His fingers found something slimed and chunky. The deeper he dug into it, the more his neck started to sting with pain. Dante pulled his hand away and say his fingers matted with blood.

His blood?

Dante tried to ask his werewolf if it was finished but couldn’t. No sound came from his throat. He couldn’t understand why he was wheezing either. Each time he exhaled, the cold air of the night burned into his throat, prickling him like tiny shards of ice. Numb and delirious, Dante heard more cracks and felt more pressure on his neck. Tiny dots started to collect in his field of vision, small at first before gradually becoming many. His once crystal view of the black beast became blurry now, distorted by millions of dots. Dante’s eyes got watery the more he tried to see the animal.

A vicious snarl was suddenly heard. It was loud and angry. The penis moving inside him finally stopped. Dante thought he saw his werewolf looking up, at the moon. However, he blinked once before passing out.
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