Right in the middle of the night, skies stars flicker and shine brightly as if they own the night, a man with a white spiral horn on his head and a blue eye on his middle forehead, known to be the white demon, knelt faithfully in front of the man who has the same physical features as him, but the difference is, the man in front of him was crowned with a white crescent moon. The man on the throne unpleasantly sat down, eager to listen to what his servant wanted to disclose, with his chin in the palm of his hand. He smirked as he saw his disciple knelt in front of him.
"So, what's the news?" The man on the throne, Asmodeus Acosta, leader of the white demon clan, coldly asked.
Beside the pitch-dark, dread, and flimsy-looked hallways are the normal white demon guards, stiffening their positions to pay attention on what is to be announced. The man who knelt in front of Asmodeus, Leloux del Fuente, silently sighed and said, "It seems like one of Lycaon's pets already found his mate. What should I do, Lord Asmodeus?"
Asmodeus grinned before he stood up and then he purposely blew out the passing butterfly that lit a fire on its wings with just his finger. The butterfly that was flying freely in the mid-air immediately vanished into thin air because of Asmodeus' hot and unbearable energy. After killing the butterfly, he laughed so hard and it seemed like he was enjoying it.
"And?" Asmodeus asked after crackling his throat with his laughter.
"He mated with a guy," continued Leloux.
After guffawing so hard, Asmodeus suddenly stopped and his facial expression changed. His cheeks turned red and he got even more excited after hearing which.
"You mean, he mated with a guy? A man? Not to a lady? But a man?"
It became so serious but after a few seconds, he laughed again and again and was dancing in joy. He blurted out over and over the word "Wonderful! How wonderful!"
His only disciple, Leloux, couldn't stand his position anymore because he hated kneeling for God's sake. But he had no choice since it's the demon leader he's facing right now and maybe, if he would show no respect towards the leader, it might be unreasonable for him to die without justice just because of this kneeling problem. All he'd wanted to hear from his Lord was the order. He wanted to know what's the next order and what he should do next. He doesn't want to hear his Lord's horrible laughter. Why does he have to hear this kind of laughter?
"What should I do next, Lord Asmo---"
"Kill him," Asmodeus gave a sharp glare at Leloux.
Leloux got chills and immediately nodded his head while saying, "Yes, my Lord."
He already decided whom he should kill. As far as he knew, werewolves would become so weak if their mates are in danger. But since they're interfering in the human world, werewolves can be much stronger either their mate is in danger or not.
And as talented, as skilled, and as brainy as Leloux, a plan came into his mind. He stood up from kneeling and faced Asmodeus with gratitude, putting his right hand on his chest and grinned, “As you wish, Lord Asmodeus.”
After bowing, he then shifted into a fine man. Back then, his form was his original which is the demonic creature form, and now in the naked eye of everyone, his physical feature became a human. Same as his demon form, this man has grey hair and blue oceanic eyes. His body went beyond toned muscle structure and verge into defined, well-built curves often visible through his clothing. He grinned as he politely bowed down again his head before he left the hall.
Morning rise, Bryle suddenly woke up from his nightmare again. He panted heavily and was shaking intensely but for some reason, all of his enormous feelings went vanished when he saw on top of him, the man-wolf, whom he had sexual intercourse with last night, furiously looked at him while growling. This man-wolf’s eyes looked like they were about to gouge out of his too much anger. The veins on his face looked like they will pop out sooner or later. Bryle pondered what could be the reason for this.
“You’re already awake?” smiled Bryle to the man-wolf.
For some reason, it looked like Bryle fell in love with this guy. This man was a stranger at first but in Bryle’s eyes, he surely loves the man more than anyone else. It all happened in one night, and Bryle already found his heart, beating for someone. Is this really called love? Or is this just the result of being in loneliness?
Bryle gently touched the man-wolf’s cheeks and greeted, “Good morning,” with a huge smile on his face.
The man-wolf paused for a while. It was news to him that this guy could easily touch his face when in fact, he's so cautious about this since he hates touching a lot. But then, the man-wolf clenched his fists and for a moment right there, he released his sharp claw. He madly choked Bryle that it made him tear up and catch his breath to avoid losing his gasp. He gently held the man-wolf’s hands despite being so close to death.
“Who are you?! Don't touch me!” exclaimed the man-wolf, “Why were we sleeping in the same bed?!”
Bryle’s tongue got out from too much force coming from this man whom he made love last night. The man-wolf still didn’t stop choking Bryle and he just continually asked those things again and again. Bryle’s tears started rolling down his cheeks. He couldn’t answer the man-wolf’s question nor he could let out a single word.
“So he did that to me last night even though he doesn’t know me,” Bryle thought.
He started crying when he felt his heart tore up into pieces. He felt really heartbroken this time. He thought that this man-wolf might be the one despite their first time meeting, but it seems it's not it.
Even though he started to accept the fact that he had sex with a beast, not with a human; even though he already started to develop his feelings towards this mysterious creaure; how could this man-wolf plan on almost killing him?
“Why?! Answer me! Why am I here?” The man intended not to let go of Bryle unless he will answer his questions.
“I can’t tell him we had sex last night. He doesn't know me... yes, he doesn't know me. It seems like he didn’t remember what happened... to us. Even so, I have to bring up something else... Something else,” Bryle nervously thought and an excuse came up to his mind.
He slowly pointed his fingertips down towards the man’s bandaged wounds. He gently touched the bandages as the man slowly came back to his senses and looked down to his chest covered with gauzes.
When the grip of the man-wolf started to loosen up, Bryle spoke in a low tone voice, “Y-Your wounds. I-I treated them.”
Last night, after they did it, even though Bryle could barely move his body because of his first time, he still managed to treat the man-wolf's wounds. While this man slept and Bryle was treating him, he thought that that may be the reason he fell in love with the man. It's not enough reason for him to fell in love with him, but it's his first time treating someone with care, especially he treated the man-wolf's wounds.
And for some other reason, he fell in love with the man because of his sleeping face. It was too innocent and lovely at the same time. But how come the man he fell in love with, was this man who nearly killed him? Was this really love that he felt for the man? Does he want him so badly?
In the end, the man-wolf stopped choking him but on top of that, Bryle coughed so hard that he vomited his own saliva. He turned around against the man and started to cry soundlessly.
"I can't believe I loved this man, even though I don't know his name yet," Bryle whispered between his bewailing.
The man-wolf sat right at the corner of the bed, touching his bandaged chest. "This mere human was helping me? How dare he touched me!" the man growled in his mind. Not a single thanks went his thought.
"I'm not grateful for someone like you, even if you did this to me. It's not like this will change the world. Anyways, let's not see each other again," the man spoke in a cold manner.
Bryle gasped and covered his mouth so that the man-wolf won't be able to hear his gasps. He didn't want the man to see him cry so he's still facing against the wall and wordlessly sobbing. The man-wolf took his folded clothes that were placed on side of the bed. Before he wore his leather jacket, he felt a warm wind went right through him when he noticed his jacket's damaged parts were stitched accordingly.
"You did this?" the man-wolf asked Bryle. He seemed like he knew what the man was talking about so Bryle silently nodded as his reply.
The man-wolf then started to head out from the window. Before he went out, Bryle stopped him and asked a question with him with a blanket, covered on his face.
"May I..." Bryle paused and at the same time, the man-wolf looked at him.
"...know your name?" he then continued.
Before the man could answer, Bryle tried to shut his mouth up so that his panting couldn't be heard again by the man. "I know this will be our last time seeing each other. So before he would leave me, it's better to ask his name first. Let's just see each other in .... in.... another life," Bryle thought, crying in disbelief.
"You have no right to know my name, young man," coldly answered the man-wolf and jumped out the window.
Right after that moment, Bryle sobbed and cried over and over on his bed. He couldn't get the man to know his name; he couldn't be with the man when he wanted to; the man hated him. Is this the tragic end of their tragic destiny? He even gave to that man-wolf his first time.
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