The Hybrid Fateful Sorrow

A Good Soul

Amelia standing beneath the immensely powerful creature. That once she thought of her father.

Witnessing the events that her eyes won't soon forget. With the stomping of Rioljar's body by Wolfvir's huge paws, he was quickly reduced to a dwarf-like body.

Wolfvir didn't stop from that; he continued to make a paste out of Rioljar's body as he grinds it to the ground with the immensely powerful force of a gigantic physique.

'It couldn't possibly be him! This is not my father! He couldn't possibly be capable of this horror,' Amelia thought as she looked ahead to Wolfvir.

'But do I really know him? It seems like he was living a second life with us. But what's wrong with me, why I don't feel any sense of fear from him. He just stomped a man like it was some kind of fruit,' her mind as she looks at the rest of her mortified pursuer.

'I don't feel any kind of danger, this is not normal, this is crazy. Why am I not afraid of you!?' She thought as she looked back at Wolfvir.

Wolfvir glances at Amelia, he didn't utter a word, he just looked at her in her eyes. He repositions himself as he howled deeply in the air, sniffing the darkened air.

“The hunt!!”

Anafe was trying to get up with all her strength, pleading while doing so.

“Spare me, oh my God!” 

The anxiety got her, as she wet herself without her consent. She crawled upon failing to stand up, struggling to keep her balance. She was imbued with terror, losing all strengths as she felt more weight from her body.

To lie down, to stop moving, to give in, to crawl like a baby, to curl up into non-existence, is what she's feeling. Getting away is near impossible as she keeps realizing that to herself.

“No oho! Please, oh my God, spare me my life! I would change my ways, I would go back to my mother's place, I'll take care of her every day, I miss her deeply, I want to get out here!” Anafe let out as she whimpered.

“You got a strong spirit to manage to crawl while being imbued with fear, ” Wolfvir let out.

Moving his huge wolf's head in the air, as he opens his large jaw, showing his enormous fangs, and canine teeth.

“But it's all too late for you now, rest knowingly you'll be a part of me, ” Wolfvir declared before he delved his wide-open mouth at Anafe.

With Amazing speed; launching his fangs at Anafe, drilling his teeth into the soil, as he covers her completely inside his mouth.

'Darkness!!'

Anafe screams wildly inside, as she calls out to Amelia.

“Noooo! Lady! Save me, lady!”

“Please God, forgive me!”

Amelia loses strength to continue to view the horror, as she covers her eyes with her hands. Hearing Anafe pleads she falls to her ground, squeezing her eyes shut while her hands covering her ears.

'I can't, I'm sorry!'

Wolfvir lifted his head back bringing with him the piece of the lands and Anafe, as he devoured everything, dirt, soils, roots, grass, and her.

“Mama!! Aakgh!” Anafe's last word before Wolfvir gobbled her down in his stomach.

“A good spirit indeed. Now for the last meal, ” Wolfvir announced.

Wolfvir looks with his extraordinary eyesight at the side of the forest where Jowan ran into. With the quick shuffles that can be seen in his ember eye, he found his target still running.

Thomas' eyes are cold and lifeless. He didn't manage to keep his promise to his son, to do everything, to give him a chance to get away. Instead, he loses him in a matter of seconds, with some parts of his son glued on his fur clothes.

With the blood on his hand and body, he took a rest and sat himself down near his son. Seeing the enormous Wolfvir still standing his ground.

“Kill me.”

“What a weak spirit, you are already dead, ” Wolfvir said.

Facing where Jowan is, he quickly leaped above in great distance, towering the high and tall trees in the air.

Crashing on the trees with his vast figure, as he follows the scent of Jowan.

Jowan hearing the sound of trees falling, advancing on him was his nightmare.

“No! Leave me be!”

Wolfvir, seeing Jowan in his sight, leaps above the trees as he starts to transform.

Glancing back as he runs, seeing the massive Wolfvir in the air.

“Leave me be! You monster!” Jowan said as he swayed around the darkness.

While in the air, Wolfvir's physique is changing into a smaller size, morphing his whole body. Rapidly refitting every muscle and bones tighter, squeezing into a much flexible.

Becoming a 7-foot tall furry beast, a gray werewolf. He aims his body to the top of the tree, launching with his very agile and strong legs from the trees, bounding on his target with the help of his amazing sense of sight. Growling with his mouth widely open revealing the deadly fangs and his hunger for flesh.

'The beast caught up to me! I can hear the trees closer, his massive movement. I'm going to f*cking die!' Jowan mind as he ran frantically.

The terror at his back, hearing his growl. Jowan screamed for his life, as he continued to run away, only to trip in one of the exposed roots of a large tree.

Falling to his demise to the ground.

'This is it!'

As if the time has slowed down, on the ground in his stomach he glances at what's in front of him. Bright daylight, sunlight, a land free from the darkness. 

He braced himself to stand.

“Aha! There it is! I can leave!”

Standing on his feet looking at the light that is waiting for him to reach. 

Only to feel a sting in his head, losing sight of his freedom.

“Where is it? Why is it dark again? Why is it so f*cking cold!?” Jowan let out.

He tries to move his hand toward his front.

“I can't see my hands! What is this, what's happening? Why can't I feel anything?” he said out loud.

“Am I in a dream? Is this a nightmare? Where am I? I want to wake up! I want to feel something, ” Jowan added.

“Wake me up!” 

“As you wish!” 

Uncontrollable pain has reached him, the signal traveled to his brain informing the agony that his body is going through. Biting his lips and tongue from the tense level of pain scraping it out as it bleeds.

“Do you remember where you are now?” The werewolf said.

The only reply Jowan can make is the convulsion of his body, the legs that were lifted on the ground as he kicks constantly. With his paralytic hand and finger in the air.

The werewolf's teeth were burrowed in both of his eyes, pierced through his eyeball, blinding his eyesight and his freedom. Blood was soon shed in his punctured eyes as if he was crying. 

‘This is the hunt young one. You need this and you need me,’ a voice in the werewolf's head.

‘It's the end, they will not see me again.'

‘Don't try to suppress me again or you'll lose control.’

While the werewolf is biting Jowan's eye socket, lifting him through with it.

“You suffered enough, ” The werewolf said.

The werewolf sends a strong force into his fangs, delivering a catastrophic bite, as he roughly breaks Jowan's skull in half between his eye and nose. Dropping his half-head body back in the ground, staining the soil with its nightmarish red blood.

Standing on his legs, as he delivers heavy breathing, howling for the last time before his body slowly returns.

The werewolf's eye shifts and rolls back from vermilion red-eye into sky blue. He steadily hides his blooded fangs back to their roots. With his stained fur that's reconveying back to his skin. The battering of his backbones, spines, and ribs from shrinking, bending his body backward from the intense pain.

The skin of the beast has diminished as it shredded from his body. Leaving him a newly healed body.

It was Amadeus. He is Wolfvir. The enormous beast. A Godly being that has immense power.

He stands fully naked in front of the man he recently hunted.

“I know what I did this time, I remember everything, ” Amadeus let out.

“You are right to call me a monster, it's what I am, I'm capable of killing this way, ” Amadeus added.

In Amadeus' stomach was the bodies and flesh of people who Wolfvir devoured, as it messed up his abdomen. He vomited.

Puking some of the parts that Wolfvir ate, a paste of flesh, blood, soil, hair, leathers, and pieces of bones.

“Damn!” He let out as he cleaned himself up.

Grabbing Jowan's bloodied fur pants, he proceeded to wear them. Leaving the place to go back to where Amelia is.

‘I'm a fool to think I can control this,' Amadeus thought as he started to walk.

Traversing back the lands, with the darkness gone and light has shone the place, witnessing the great destruction of Wolfvir, trees that broke and fell to the ground. Leaving a huge mark of prints in the mud.

What caught his eye the most was the lady in the center, a woman coming at him.

Struggling to remain on her feet. It was Amelia, slowly walking at him. She doesn't look afraid.

‘What should I do, how could I explain this to her. That I got myself mutilated by a werewolf was healed by a group of crazy people that turn me into what I am,’ Amadeus thought as he keeps on moving.

‘Heck, even I won't believe any of that excuse. I'm a monster, and she'll hate me for it, Elise will hate me for it. They will hate me. They are someone that I started to care about,’ Amadeus mind as he closed in the distance.

‘I hope I can properly say my goodbye to them, I never had a home that is so warm and loving.’

‘I don't want to go, I want to stay…’

Amadeus stopped moving, seeing Amelia in his front tired and weary, wounded from earlier.

“It was you!” Amelia yelled out.

“It was I, ” Amadeus replied.

“That is what I am now, ” he added.

Amelia stared at the bare body of Amadeus, remembering the first day they met. 

“Come here, ” Amelia said.

Amadeus started to walk closer. His eyes were worried, his movement slowed. He doesn't want to leave yet.

“Amadeus, is Elise at home?” Amelia asked.

“She is, ” Amadeus replied as he stood in front of her.

‘Now I understand why I wasn't afraid. It was Amadeus, a mystery that came to me and my sister Elise lives,’ Amelia thought as she moved closer.

“Amelia, I don't want to go, ” Amadeus let out.

Amelia, looking at her savior. She opened her arms, embracing the cold body of Amadeus. Sharing him the warmth of her kindness.

She slightly lifted her feet as she focused on Amadeus' face. The quietness of the surrounding was laid on them as she moved her lips to kiss Amadeus, holding his body tighter.

‘I wasn't afraid of you, because you have a good soul, and I can feel it in your beating heart,’ Amelia thought as she embraces Amadeus' body.

“Then don't go Amadeus, let's go back.”

“To our home.”