His lungs gasped relentlessly, struggling to endure the noxious air that permeated the dungeon. The torment echoed in a ceaseless rhythm.
Regardless of the inquisitor's relentless lashings, he held his head bent, refusing to give in.The Delta's smoldering gaze bore down on him with scorn, rendering words meaningless.Panting heavily, Higgins managed to muster the strength to speak. "Is that the best you can do, inquisitor? Put your back into it."His bold grin revealed his fortitude, as he dared to believe that the suffering inflicted upon him was mere child's play.He refused to let the Delta feel any pity for him.However, the Delta's unfazed expression, accompanied by a mild grin, suggested that such thoughts didn't even cross his mind."If you say so. Don't hold back, you weakling! Tear him apart until his skin is shredded and his spirit is melted," Ramsy declared.Delta Ramsy refused to acknowledge the inquisitor's perception of him as a living being, if he even did so in the first place."Hmmph," the inquisitor grunted, belittling Ramsy's higher rank.As a Beta, he had no say in opposing the Delta, as Ramsy's rank surpassed his own. Yet, the inquisitor seemed more inclined to whip Ramsy than the persistent nuisance at his side.But in reality, the inquisitor was nothing more than a misguided Beta whose penchant for torture earned him a title and rank in the dungeon.His duty was to kill, whether slowly or swiftly, and he reveled in the pain he inflicted.Ramsy ordered him to do just that, and the inquisitor's libido soared at the thought.Higgins showed no signs of backing down, and it exhilarated him.With his magical prowess, as a sorcerer capable of facing death and tempting fate, he called upon the deity, daring it to take him if it could. It felt otherworldly.***Abraham Van Helsing, the Dutch vampire hunter, had once had an apprentice whom he admired and held in high regard, long before he even considered the holy order as a potential calling.Helsing betrayed his apprentice and thought he had disposed of him.However, the tales surrounding this event were shrouded in insufficient recounting and relied solely on rumors.Higgins, renowned for his extraordinary ability to communicate with the dead, was known as the Necromancer Hunter. His expertise lay in influencing the living through the use of the deceased as conduits.His discarded body had washed up on the shores of a massive island housing several packs of werewolves, one of which belonged to the Nefario legacy.The Nefario pack, an empire of sorts, had gained enough reverence to become the namesake of a pack in its honor.Located in the eastern Himalayas of Aracord, a distant continent dominated by werewolf packs known for their frequent interpack raids, the Nefario pack was where Higgins found himself.The hunter was not dead, but his fate seemed even worse, as he was trapped on an island that once provided him love but had taken it away, along with any reason to stay.Having lost his mate, his child, and all that he had built, his life as a prisoner of war was dedicated to seeking death."I've suffered enough. It's time to end it," Higgins thought to himself.Blood flowed down his scalp, and his struggling breath reminded him of the singular reason he had allowed himself to be captured.As a necromancer, his prophesied fate was grim: confined to an island that managed to provide someone to love him, took her and the only other light at the entrance of his tunnel and left him nothing.Having been rid of any justification or reason to remain, no way to escape the taunting reality of memories made with his mate or the island itself, to end his life after years of mourning became the only way, his only salvation.His being a human ensured that he saw enough scorn to assure that, but his words fed the flames to make them desire it more instead of seeing potential in his long lost abilities.Humans had been reduced to mere tools that always managed to reproduce and serve as important resources for the werewolves to thrive.They worked as slaves, were dealt with as needless, sex derived pawns and some even organized resistance that Higgins managed to have hidden under the facadé of, with their being thwarted at every turn up until it happened.Every full moon, new omegas emerged from human that had received the werewolf curse from an Alpha's bite, and when they died at the hands of their fellow creatures, the circle of life proceeded with an unsheathed equilibrium, allowing a system to emerge.Higgins' seized regalia included the limitless skulls of omegas—green-eyed, recently transformed werewolves that exhibited characteristics of havoc-loving wolves yielding to their primal urges—as well as other weapons he had collected from his several attempts kill as many werewolves as possible.They become insane and are powerless to halt their never-ending terrible urge to slaughter because no Alpha has welcomed them to join their packs as scout ranks.Scout rank teaches them how to maintain their composure before their grey skin transforms into the vicious, brown-furred, quadrupedal stance adopted by betas, not to mention their sensitivity to silver.They formed the majority members of a pack and receive belitting remarks from betas.Higgins had one goal: scavenge the wasteland left by the werewolves in their usurpation attempts, scour their vastness, and save as many lives as he could using the alchemy abilities he had adopted along the way.All this was who he has been something more than ten years ago, before he met her, lost both of them and became a shadow of his former self.Unfortunately, he was seized and held hostage in the Nefario pack Alpha's Dungeon, about to be lifted to a platform where the vulture-like vampires circled the rays of the full moon, ready to gorge on his convicted-to-death remains.This was no mistake actually, he wanted to get captured, he wanted to die and since his hands couldn't do it on his own..."Ahhhh!!!" Higgins' screeched to the reverb of the whip that rebounded about his body, feigning ignorance to the death that chose to elude him."Do you have any last words Necromancer? Alpha Damian wouldn't see truth in your attempts at laying blemish to my name so you thought the best way would be to show him, it wasn't a sensible option if you ask me. My being a Delta holds more reverence than a hunter like yourself ever would. The resistance holds no backing in Nefarios' activities." Ramsy boasted.Delta Ramsy mustered little heed to Higgins' pitiful state as the spat to the soon to-be corpse in his wake.Hunters were members of the resistance, who were mostly humans that had their only goal to be liberating their people and domineering the greater mass of carnivorous beast that desired to usurp any attempts they made to establish a system like theirs or breed enough to try.Higgins' life was dangling on a thin thread, his hands laid across the two ends of the baracade by chains anchored to his wrists and a weakened resolve from that death that just insisted on taking its time before truly drawing the life out of him."I am not in the resistance, I left them years ago. So you were an asshole the whole time?" Higgins spoke out in an outlandish tone.He was able to raise his attention to the rust-encrusted bars of the cell he had been confined to.His entire attempt to disclose Ramsy's goal appeared to be a farce designed to prove his suspicions that he was actually out for something sinister.Higgins' gaze was fixed on the Delta Ramsy with such intensity that it would take a simpleton to conclude his intentions as not been to flee in any way, but rather to stare him down, ignore the pain from blood being drawn by the chain restrained to his wrist, and see through his arrived decision to have the vultures gourge his flesh, or so it seemed.Was this really the end of a legacy never built.Ramsy hid more than a melodious intent in the tapping of his feet that he had begun."What are you playing at Necromancer? You came off as being so eager to be apprehended that it almost seemed as if..." Ramsy inquired, as Higgins boldly impeded his train of thoughts."I'm pretty sure you're the one with doubts, I mean you pulled me away from my attempts at Damian, told him that you would 'take care of me' and now, you're thinking I would just allow you to kill me, the f***? I am the king of death. The grim reaper has nothing on me." Higgins boasted.He had finally proclaimed who he was and judging by the reverb in his tone, there was extra meaning instilled into his declaration.He wanted Ramsy to try harder because the pain that stood parallel to the inquisitor's every attempt was far from even rendering him unconscious."You see yourself as a god but I would belittle your tainted nature, deicide you if I could." Ramsy made towards Higgins and drew on his chin, in a bid to indulge his' focus partially towards his words. "...if only you weren't the only one to know of what I need." Ramsy revealed.Higgins' became struck, as a bewildered expression engraved itself unto his gaze following Ramsy's reveal, it basically threw him off."How'd you figure?" He led without a thought. "I could count a million more moons you could have come up with a better excuse, but this."What could have been so important that Ramsy would opt to spare him and torture out instead? Higgins traced the entirety of his mind-scape for what this meant."Could it be what I'm thinking?" He insinuated, but solely in his thoughts."You do not know how long I have waited for this." Ramsy raveled in the accomplishment he wrought.Higgins, although, feigned ignorance as to any knowledge he seemingly held on knowing anything that Ramsy supposedly thought he did."I'd rather call it self-pride and it's not even leading to where I need it to. I don't know what you're talking about, I don't have any shit that you need." He said.He wouldn't allow him the perceived sense of accomplishment he seemed to draw from the situation, as he tried earnestly to down Ramsy's inflamed ego.He also didn't see the light in the reason Ramsy had to want him alive. Nevertheless, he didn't fail to persistently hint his begging for his own death."I will soon rule this pack and dethrone the Alpha. Maybe then, I will have all human kind exterminated and gain full control, you don't have what I need, but you know where to find it." Ramsy blurted out."Don't gamble life based on inaccurate factoid." Higgins proclaimed his foreseen ignorance.
As Higgins broke his restraint, silence reigned supreme.His speed managed to shatter the sound barrier in a fraction of a second.This was the hunter without a legacy, whose heart-shattering only strengthened his determination to escape his island prison, forcing him to overwork himself in order to be strong enough to handle it.Alas, this also made the needed force to his own death to be insurmountable.As he heard the clattering of chains, the inquisitor's gaze was drawn to him, but his head did more than turn to his will."Clack!" As Higgins drew his zenith and jaw in opposite directions, the inquisitor's neck snapped, maintaining its turned position."What in the world did you do?" Rayla wailed, clearly thrown amiss by the sight and sound of the inquisitor collapsing on the floor."Better question, who the hell are you?" Higgins stroked his wrist, attempting to restore the flow.He talked condescendingly to the unique entity who, for the first time in several years, had him at a
"Where... Where am I?" Higgins awoke to the solitary sight of his eye glancing to his masculine mitts."Is this..." He added, as he caught a glimpse of where he might have been."This is where you belong Higgins." A female werewolf beside him called to his attention, in an erotic sense as she stroked the hair strands on his chest.The same emotion he experienced when he first saw Astoria began to disclose its source; he was certain he had relived this event before, and it was now obvious enough."How is this possible, you're..." His eyes glistened with disbelief, as he wafted any foreign element that might've insighted a mirage."Shhhhh!!! You'll jinx it..." She replied his curiosity, although still leaving him dumbfounded.She came atop him, with her sole clothed night gown allowing her warmth to caress the entirety of his abdominal region."No. No. This isn't real, I need to snap out of it." He pushed her off.The werewolf he had been grieving for years over had laid atop him, seemi
"Ugh! "What the hell are you doing weighing so much?" Astoria squirmed as she attempted to drag Higgins by his weight."Hmph... Shit!" After smacking his head on a hedge, Higgins eventually groaned to announce that he was regaining consciousness."Oh, thank the goddess, you're finally awake." Astoria released his legs and settled down on a rock formation, exhaustion etched across her face, relieved that he was back to his senses."In which messed up memory am I trapped this time?" Higgins asked, his gaze shifting around the enclosed space, trying to make sense of his surroundings."What are you talking about? Oh, I see now." Astoria's confusion mirrored his, but in a different sense."...You! What exactly did you do to me? What was I just made to relive?" He finally realized that he couldn't be in another memory.The enigmatic female beta werewolf, who had dared to intervene in his suicide attempts, stood before him. He had never seen her before until she decided to play the role of h
"How the hell am I a werewolf, that isn't possible." Higgins became filled with doubt at what Rayla had brought to his notice."Werewolves are first turned into omegas by the Alpha's bite, well you just got the werewolf genes of the moon goddess from his untold daughter." She revealed."No, I can’t take your word for it, I have to..." Higgins decided to test her theory, seeing as the light literally at the end of the tunnel was of the moon, “... No matter. Everything would be solved, you would be proven wrong.”"You want to go into the moonlight, be my guest, but I promise to tally the people your mindless grey beta wolf kills and ravel in the death that will continue in your stead. There's a reason you joint the resistance in the first place." She wrought in the repercussions of her bite."You think this heeds anything, I'll just pierce myself with silver." He proded his ability to still commit suicide.As this was the one thing that was a surefire methods to killing werewolves, may
"Huh!" Higgins let out a sigh of relief as he rotated his view from his stared gaze directed at Rayla.He led with several mind debates on controversies that would arise from whatever decision he took.Everything had boiled down to this, but the lingering fling, which persisted despite the challenges she put him through, further clouded his judgment, rendering any conclusion he reached even more biased."I'm a little curious though..." Rayla began to word a drawback she held as he initiated light steps away from her.Her vision had been obscured by the accumulated dirt on her clothes, causing her to overlook his attempts. "Why do you refuse to seek justice for your mate and child?" she asked softly.A blink of sorts accompanied by her raising her head saw her vision focus back on him. "Where are you going?" She asked."What does it look like. If I'm possibly going to risk my life for the sake of Nefario, I want to at least be sure of what you pillared so much threat on." He replied."
"Hmph..." Ramsy watched as the life slowly faded away from the beta's eyes. "Have their bodies discarded of. I need to..." He had made to leave the scene, but his turned view provided him a perspective that brought something to his notice."Wasn't there someone heading down with him?" Ramsy asked. "Why is he the only one?" He added."..." A silence drew itself from amongst the werewolves that had followed him down. "Sir... I'm the one that followed in his stead but he asked that I turn back" A scout werewolf had finally owned up "He said that he could handle it, going on about how I should make sure the hold is safe." He concluded."So you bloody did as you were told and in all naivety, heeded the temerity of this fool." Ramsy scolded the boldness that led in his reveal. "What rank are you?" He asked."I just got called by Alpha Damian to join Nefario, I'm a Nefario scout now for the hold, no longer an omega." He replied, as a perplexed expression crept unto Ramsy's face."So Damian h
Meanwhile, as Ramsy made his way up the flight of stairs, he had arrived at an intermediary when he voiced his concern, "Where did the council and Alpha converge?" He inquired."They met in the upper chamber.” The ominous scout that led him answered, as he continued a paced heading.Ramsy's discerning gazes foretold that he didn’t sense something as right with the supposed scout he was leaning on to point him in the right direction.“The rest of you, give us a moment. What am I even saying, get the hell away from following me you fools.” Ramsy barked as he sent his entourage scurrying away. “Who are you?” He asked.“...Wow, that was fast.” The scout replied as he remained his gaze away from meeting Ramsy’s. “Yelena sent me...”“No shit, of course Yelena sent you.” He said. “If she didn’t, do you really think I would see enough reason to seal the hold for your measly self.” He added. “What did she tell you to pass on to me?” He concluded.“Hmph... she was right all along.” He sniffled t