_ High School is Hell - Anger _

_ Rampage _

'Rampage tried to assault me first by trying to infuse pure rage into me with his tentacles. I have lived a long time, my boy, and I have learned that while it may feel natural and good to even unleash your anger, there are more things you can do with it than to just rant and rage. He reminded me of all the things that had frustrated me through my life, tried to blow up my past failings and disappointments to infuriate me. But if there is one lesson you take away from my story, let it be that nothing good will ever come out of anger. I took this to heart and won Rampage's challenge. But we_both _had to survive his onslaught. And Russ... Russ was not as well adjusted as I was.'

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Jarrod Washington never had a solid job long enough for him to ever have something to be even even remotely considered profession. Although if 'Jack of All Trades' was a profession, that would be it. But work and business was a complicated thing. Describing his life however was simple. Jarrod travelled across the country, taking odd jobs to provide the gas for his motorcycle and food for his belly. He was a drifter by most definitions, exploring the world and experiencing everything it had to offer. But he still occasionally came back to Angelton to the house he had built with his own blood, sweat and tears with the experience he had gained from occasionally working in construction during his forty-two years of life. But he never lingered for long before he was back out on the road.

But with a wandering spirit such as his, the one experience he had never been able to fully appreciate was love. Sure he swung both ways and had some pretty awesome lays in nearly every state but love thus far, eluded him. But love was something he had given up on a long time ago. His brother had found love, but they still produced an admittedly troubled kid. From then on he realised that it just wasn't for him. Adventure and the call of the open road constantly filled his thoughts and he had no intention of ever slowing down to start a relationship. Especially if he was bogged down by the burden of a child. Though he was fairly sure that he had a few kids scattered around the states. Another reason why he never stayed in one place too long. If they couldn't catch him, there was no way they could force him to pay child support.

Jarrod rode his loud, powerful road hog up to the driveway of his quaint, suburban home that he probably only stayed in a total of two weeks per year. Letting his engine die down he pulled off his biker's helmet, running a hand over his shaved head before he carried his impressive, broad shouldered frame towards the front porch. In the time he had last been there some vines had grown over the wooden frame of the house and the grass had grown wilder. He thought he had paid some guys to maintain his house while he was gone but he wasn't sure. Not that he really cared. Money was never an issue with him.

He was already shrugging off his thick, heavy, black leather jacket as he was shoving his keys into the door. Even if it had been months since he had been here last, the keys fit in perfectly and he pushed open the door, the same smells greeting him like an old friend. There was still the stink of musk in the air from the many,many times he had brought some girl from one of the local colleges over here and fucked them ragged. He had even thrown a few orgies that had left their stains on the walls and the parties that preceded them had similarly left their scars.

He was just one call away from starting yet another orgy but he decided he needed to clean up the place first and make preparations before he started going wild. Plus there was the obligatory call to his brother and his wife. And there was Wesley, his nephew. He liked Wesley. The kid had the same free-roaming spirit that he did and he was as close to a son as would ever have without the tacked on responsibility of having to raise him or fund his schooling. Wes was probably of legal age now too so maybe Jarred could give his nephew a taste of cock or pussy depending on which way he swung. Jarred didn't really care.

The burly biker's stomach gurgled with hunger drawing him over to the kitchen. It was still a mess from the last time he had visited. He couldn't even really remember when that was. The only part of his life that ever repeated itself were the times when visited this place. Come home. Call his family, throw a party, get drunk, get high and then head off again. He couldn't tell where the burn stain on the ceiling came from or how that knife got embedded into the wall though it really should have been something he kept in the pockets of his memory.

Jarrod shrugged. The phone receiver was sticking out from beneath a pile of slightly mouldy bread slices. He snatched it up, dialled his brother's phone number and headed over to the fridge in search for sustenance. But after a few rings there was no answer and he only got the answering machine.

"Hey Dennis," he greeted. "Guess who's in town again? It's yer little brother!"

As Jarred opened the door to the fridge he looked inside for something that was at least slightly edible. Thankfully it had been cleared out by someone at some point between his last visit and he didn't find anything growing in it like last time.

"Anyway, just wanted to tell ya hi and if ya wanted to get together anytime soon, I'll be 'round for about a week or two. Send Wes over. Haven't seen him for over a year and I'm sure I missed his birthday." He smiled at himself, showing off his gold capped tooth, something he had gained after a drunken bar brawl. "I'll give him his birthday gift."

He hung up and shut the door to the fridge.

"You have a gift for me, Uncle Jarrod?"

The startled biker immediately spun around, his heart leaping to his throat at the deep, rumbling voice. He hardly recognised the towering Adonis before him, especially considering how the guy was stark naked save for the tribal fang necklace sitting around his neck.

"Fucking shit, Wes!" he laughed. "What the fuck are you doing!? Yer naked!"

Wesley glanced down at his massive, defined and vascular body. The kid had really grown and developed in since the last he had seen him. Jarrod wasn't sure if he liked how Wes had discarded the punk look in exchange for a nudist one. Though he could see why the kid did so. He was_hung_ and ripped with perfectly dark, unblemished chocolate brown skin and whoever dyed his dreadlocks blonde had done a really good job, they almost looked natural. He had to admit the kid had commitment as well as he looked down at his pubes blonde .

"I guess I am," Wesley answered. "I hadn't really noticed." He lifted his gaze towards his uncle. "Uncle Jar, I'm in trouble. I need help."

Jarrod loved his nephew and his reply was instantaneous. "'Course Wes. What do you need?" While hid mind raced on what could have possibly caused Wes to go straight to him naked, he had experienced enough in the world to brace himself for the worst. If it was a murder, manslaughter or something else, he was ready. He would stand by his nephew no matter what.

The towering dark bodybuilder leaned against the counter, showing off his massive biceps. Jarrod had to admit that if this wasn't his nephew, he'd be tempted to hit that. "Do you know anything about the Dead Men?"

Surprise crossed the biker's features. "Just some things I heard here and there. Some sort of cult. Tried to recruit me once while I was down in Houston. Kind of a crazy religious group. Talked all about 'demons amongst us' and some shit. Said they were there to root out the evil that plagued mankind and save it from damnation. Why? You didn't run into them did you?"

"I sort of did," Wesley muttered. "There's two of them here. One of them is after me."

He understood what 'after me' actually meant and Jarrod shook his head. "Shit, kid. I remember those assholes being pretty strong. Looked like mean sons-of-bitches too. Is that why yer running around naked?"

"Sort of." Wesley searched Jarrod's eyes and there was something in those red irises that unnerved the biker. "Uncle Jar, I got something to show you. Promise me you won't freak out, okay?"

Jarrod expected the worst and anticipated a dead body hidden somewhere. Wesley mentioned there were apparently two of the Dead Men in town. But what he hadn't said was that they were both alive. His nephew probably killed one of them and now the other was after him. It would make sense for why he was naked. Blood probably splattered on Wes' clothes and he was forced to dump them. He had probably spotted him as he drove in as well which is why he had come to him for help."Sure thing, Wes. Whatever it is, I can help ya."

"You sure, Uncle Jar? It is pretty out there."

Jarrod laughed. "I've been all over the country, kid. Trust me, nothing you show me will surprise me."

"I hope you remember that you said that..." Wesley rumbled darkly. He then straightened his back and let out a deep rumbling growl.

Jarrod smiled waiting for his nephew to lead him somewhere but Wesley just continued to stare at him intently as if he was trying to read his thoughts or something. Then he realised something was terribly wrong. There was a sudden strange... heat in the air and he realised it was radiating from his nephew. A faint crackling noise hit his ears and he tracked the source to Wesley's hands. Jarrod's eyes widened as he watched his nephew's fingernails turn black and lengthen into sharp claws._Fur_began spreading all across his ebony flesh, spreading rapidly up his arms and legs like wildfire. Then his already highly defined and thick muscles grew even bigger and his nephew began putting on the pounds in muscle in a matter of seconds. Like watching a bodybuilder jack up over the course of months, Jarrod stood agape as his nephew reached an imposing ten feet in height, fully proportionate and brimming with muscles.

Then Wesley's face began to contort, the human face twisting into a snarl as his teeth sharpened into fangs. As his jaw grew outwards his nose stretched forward into a black nub topping a slim muzzle covered in the same white fur that was covering most of his body. but with a black strip covering the underside of his chin and spreading down his neck to form a crest over his rippling chest. Strange noises almost like a balloon being blown up filled his kitchen. Jarrod dared not follow the noise but he couldn't help but bring his gaze to just above Wesley's shoulders where two, large, pink_tentacles_ began rising from somewhere behind his broad, muscular back. Another two were snaking out from behind his flanks, forming four, thick, pink, flesh serpents that writhed and coiled in the air. Suddenly then there was a brief flash of light and bright, green veins began crisscrossing the length of those shafts. The veins that snaked up his arms and also began to glow with a similar green light making them look almost like_vines_ across his fur instead of just veins.

But the most startling change had to be his dick. Jarrod could appreciate a male member every once in a while but just watching Wesley's already foot long dick rise to attention before_changing_ into a two foot long, throbbing rod was simply spectacular. The tip of the mushroom helmet led the charge, tapering to a point and forming a distinct canine shape in the massive rod. A bulge swelled at the base of the member, becoming a sizeable knot. The same bright green veins popped up all over the black rod, pulsating both with blood and an eerie, green glow. As a little finale, a dribble of precum seeped out of the tip proving that this wasn't some plastic construct but was very real.

"H - H - Holy shit!" Jarrod stammered.

"I'm a demon now, Uncle Jar," Wesley said. "I don't know how it happened but it's what I am. The Dead Men are here to too. They're demon hunters. And they want to kill me. One of them tried to kill me just yesterday. I need your help."

Jarrod was still processing his nephew's transformation. Every sensible part in his mind told him to run screaming from this place and call a priest. Not that he was ever in religion's good graces. However, deep down this was still his nephew. Although it could very well be that this demon was masquerading as his nephew and was going to steal his soul but for some reason, he just_believed_ that this massive white and black Doberman-like creature was his nephew, Wesley Washington.

Taking a deep breath he absently reached into his pocket and fingered the lucky coin he always kept with him.

"What do you need?" Jarrod responded, causing relief to wash over Wesley.

"I need you to tell me all about the Dead Men..." Then Wesley's muzzle split into a malicious grin. "And to find the guys with the shortest tempers in town and bring them to my place."

******

How was someone meant to feel when their soul was being investigated by a pair of Hellhounds?

Flash just continued sit a little awkwardly in between Russ and Dante who were in a sort of meditative state; eyes closed and barely even breathing. He wasn't sure how he should be feeling now that they were supposedly within his very soul. Though he had to admit to being_slightly_ disappointed in the fact that that there wasn't anything overly spectacular about the ritual. He had expected maybe some swirling, ghostly figures, maybe a gaseous representation of Dante and Russ seeping in through his lungs. But for the better part of an hour, he was just squatting between the two while they dug around in his soul looking for whatever it was that was stunting his development.

He sincerely hoped that they could find it.

Being the bottom of the pack - metaphorically speaking - wasn't something he was used to. Sure he was the star quarterback. But for a backwater town like Angelton that left him with few chances of ever getting into a professional football team. Still, at least he was at the top here in Angelton. Although, now that he was a Hellhound there was no doubt he could be a top football player if he really wanted but he didn't see football as a viable career. At least now that he had thrown off the shackles of his father.

His eyes were drawn back to Dante, his mate. Dante's voice spoke those same sweet words from earlier in the day, reassuring him about their future and filling his heart with hopes of possibilities that he never thought possible.

"Dante..." he whispered softly. "I don't know if you can hear me or not..." A small laugh came out of his muzzle. "Hell, I don't know if either you or Russ can hear me but I want this to be said." He glanced towards the towering Hellhound and then back towards his mate. "I love you both. Not just in a 'bromance' sort of way but... for real. I don't think I could've made it through this without either of you and even if you hadn't turned me into a Hellhound and opened my eyes to the rest of the world... Well..."

Flash squeezed his eyes shut and let out soft sigh. "Let's just say that if I never met you two, I wouldn't be complete. I know we've been through some shit times and it hasn't always been rainbows and roses but I wouldn't trade that experience for the world."

Like a miracle, Dante's eyes began to open and Flash broke into a grin. The romantic in him screamed that his words had somehow woken Dante from his magical sleep but the realist knew that the two had just returned from their trip into his soul. Dante's bright, green glowing eyes adjusted to the light after having been closed for a long while and he refocused on Flash.

"Hey there handsome," Flash greeted.

Suddenly, Dante's features twisted into a look of absolute fury. "Fuck you, Flash." The black Hellhound snapped before he got up and quickly stormed out of the gym looking absolutely infuriated, leaving Flash utterly baffled.

Flash turned around to give Russ a questioning look. "What happened in there?"

The older, wiser Hellhound gave him a tired and pitying look. "Flash... We saw your deepest desires and your greatest hopes."

"Yeah? So?"

"Your deepest desire is to be fucked by_me_while calling me 'daddy'."

Fear gripped Flash's heart and he went rigid. "No it isn't!" He turned towards where mate had left. "Dante! That's not true!" He was halfway up to his feet when Russ' strong paw seized his wrist and pulled him back down.

"Flash, just give him some time," Russ said softly. "He needs to come to terms with it."

"He has_nothing_ to come to terms to! My greatest fantasy_isn't_ to have my ass pounded by you while calling you my 'daddy'! I want to be with Dante! Not_you_!"

Russ looked hurt and Flash instantly regretted his words and melted. "Okay so maybe there's_some_ part of me that..." He groaned and clutched his head with his paws. "Oh fuck me..." Shaking his head, he got up and stormed a few feet away before spinning on his heel and rushing back to Russ. "I'm still getting over losing my dad! I mean I'm never going to see him again and I never wanted_him_ to -" He grimaced and spun around. "Get him to fuck me with that huge dick of his and spill the same seed that made me into my ass..."

Flash let out a furious shout, black flames launching from his muzzle as he stomped away another few feet. Steeling himself, he turned back to Russ and rushed back. "This is all your fault!" He couldn't keep up his raging expression for long and let out a whimper, his ears folding back. "... for being so goddamn sexy, a fucking awesome father-figure and... Fuck why do you have to be so sexy!?" His ears flicked back up. "Unrelated note, can you do that pec bounce thing that bodybuilders can do?"

Russ lifted an eyebrow at him. "What? You mean this?" The puzzled Hellhound clenched his pectoral muscles, causing the mountainous lumps capped with two, brown nipples to seize up and dance on his chest.

"Fuuuuuuuuck!" Flash shouted, spinning around and once again, taking three steps away before spinning back around. "Okay, I have unresolved daddy issues and maybe what I secretly crave isn't_normal_ but you two had no business being in my soul like that!" His shoulders sagged and he rolled them back. "Oh who am I kidding... you two were trying to help and if I want to marry you both, you need to learn that stuff..."

"You want to marry us?" Russ repeated in surprise.

Flash stormed towards the older Hellhound with his fangs bared. "No! My one and only is Dante and he is the only one I want to put a ring on this finger" - he pointed at his ring finger - "not you." After ten seconds, his resolve crumbled, admittedly a new record for him. "But I want to spend the rest of my life with both of you and I want you to fuck my brains out, deposit your unholy seed in my ass and put your pups in my belly! I want to carry both of you and Dante's kids to term and..."

His eyes widened and he spun back around, clutching his head and letting out a terrified cry. "What the fuck is wrong with me!? That's not something a sane person would say!"

"You clearly have never seen the furry crowd," Russ sighed, finally getting up from his crouching position. "Or at least some some of the fan fiction out there." He stepped up behind Flash and gently closed his broad, muscular arms around the younger Hellhound. "I remember there was this horrible series of books about an immortal vampire and a werewolf pining over this girl. The vampires sparkled for some reason and the werewolves... well, they were werewolves. There was a_lot_ of fan fiction about how the two guys actually abandoned their love for the girl and pounded each other and the issue came about from how one or the other got pregnant despite both being male and the two species coming to odds about it."

"That doesn't make me feel any better..." Flash was lying however. Blood was rushing to his cock and he was guiltily trying to suppress is lust.

"Some of that was actually inspired by Lust Demons and others by Angels of Love. But my point is..." Russ gently turned Flash around. "What you're feeling, it's natural. For a demon, these thoughts are quite common, these desires, are just things that are normal for our species. You've just embraced your demonic form a little more than Dante. There's nothing wrong with you."

Flash's ears folded back in worry. "It's natural for demons to fuck each other despite being father and son and bearing their pups...?"

Russ gently pulled Flash towards the bench press and sat down beside the crimson Hellhound. "The social stigma about father fucking daughters, mothers getting pounded by sons, mothers and daughters getting it on or dads ploughing their sons or vice versa is all created by humans. It doesn't apply to demons. Whether or not they're willing to accept it or not, humans practiced incest in ancient times well before recorded history. It just happened. Same thing happens with animals in the wild. And humans are just animals who try to pretend not to be. Demons and Angels transcend that and just focus on love... or lust whichever applies to the situation."

Flash turned back towards the entrance to the gym. "Then why do I feel so lousy...?"

"Because you're still human deep down," answered Russ with a sigh. "And I guess so am I. But the difference is that I've been a demon long enough to understand where the line is while you're still learning. Dante... well, I'm fairly sure he still prefers to be human and being a Hellhound is just something extra. You..."

"I'm a Hellhound through and through," finished Flash. "My human shape is just a mask I put on so that I can go to school and not get lynched..."

Russ' lips twisted slightly in a smile. "Yeah..." He wrapped an arm around Flash's shoulder and patted it lightly. "I'll admit that when I was in Hell for thousands of years in underworld time, I forgot my human shape. I was just a demon. Nothing else. But then Virgil reminded me of it..." He closed his eyes and let out a soft sigh. "As I've said many times, Dante reminds me a lot of Virgil. But he's his own man as well." The older Hellhound gave his pup a smile. "He really loves you, you know. Virgil would_never_ have gone diving into a Sloth Demon's cock after me. He would have tried to be clever about it, outsmart your dad or trick him into releasing you. But Dante..."

"He's Dante..." Flash said with a smile.

"He is." Russ held Flash tightly. "I don't want you to lose him.I don't want to lose him. We can't force him to accept the fact that as a Hellhound, fucking is not exclusive to mates and that neither is having one another's pups."

Curious now, Flash peered up at Russ with his ears perked. "Did you and Virgil ever...?"

"Oh_plenty_ of times." Russ laughed softly as he made a sweeping gesture around him. "Like I said, I had been in hell for millennia in hell time. But still even after all that time over two millennia had passed here and a_lot_ has changed. It was like culture shock for both of us. Virgil and I found our sexuality in one another and agreed to explore the world armed with that. We fucked vampires till they bleed, made werewolves howl all night, once we even got a group of dryads to orgasm_so_ hard that an entire forest bloomed overnight. And a couple of times we even got drunk with satyrs which led to some questionable things... But we always returned to one another. Virgil was my constant and I was his."

The deep brown Hellhound was speaking in the past tense and that worried Flash. "Russ... You're talking as if..."

"Do you even know what you're inner most hope is?" Russ asked.

"Yeah," he replied instantaneously. "I want to be stronger and help save Angelton."

"No. Your inner most hope is to grow up, settle down in a farm somewhere and have a whopping_five_ kids. All Hellhounds just like us. My guess is that you carried the twins we saw to term while Dante had one that grew up to be kind of a nerdy guy.Then, I'm willing to wager you and I did it and had a kid followed by me and Dante.That was your dream. And that's why Dante is so pissed."

"Because I want an idyllic..." Flash cut himself off. "Well... I guess it's not really an idyllic American lifestyle... Erm..."

Russ nodded gravely. "Like I said, he is our Virgil. He reminds us of our humanity. And we can't live in this world like that, Flash. I would be lying if I told you that when I saw that, a part of me shouted, 'Hell yes' and told me to plough you the moment I got out of your soul and put my pup into your belly."

Flash's ears perked and his tail began wagging excitedly. "Really!?"

"Really," came Russ' sad response. He gripped Flash's shoulder sadly. "But we can't do that. We just can't, Flash. We're living on Earth and you and Dante are meant to be together. I still have Virgil wherever he is. We need to let go of this... this delusion that in the end, all three of us are going to make some sort of Unholy Trinity and raise our Hellhound pups away from prying eyes." He sighed and gave Flash what felt like a final hug. "I love you, Flash. I really do. I love Dante too. But I would rather see you two boys live a long, happy life than for me to be in the middle of it all. So... Let's just let go of this."

He started to rise, the bench press beneath him letting out a groan of relief. "The moment the last demon is thrown into Hell, I'm leaving Angelton. I'll look for Virgil. You two can take care of yourselves. I know it."

Flash's heart broke and before he could think of what to say, he seized Russ' big paw and pulled it back towards him. The big Hellhoung turned to him with a pained look.

"I can't live with that, Russ," Flash said.

"Flash, you have to."

"No I don't!" he snarled. "You and I both love each other. You know that. Dante loves us too. He just thinks that to be happy, it has to be between two people but you and I both want all three of us to be in that pretty picture. It's two against one."

"That's not how love works."

"And neither is the way Dante is trying to force us!" Flash shouted. He pulled Russ back down so that they were at eye-level with one another, Russ having to kneel on the ground. "Look me in the eye and tell me you don't love me."

The moment seemed to last forever, an eternity stretching endlessly as Flash's green eyes met Russ' brown, almost yellow, orbs. Flash wasn't sure if he was breathing or not but the entire universe became compressed into the single image of Russ staring at him to the exclusion of all else. That look of conflict in the bigger Hellhound's eyes, the terror hidden beneath followed by the warm glow of true affection.

"Flash," Russ rumbled softly. "You're strong, cute, affectionate, funny and you've been like the son that I've lost. Every day with you is what I imagine my life would have been had tragedy hadn't hit my other family. I've watched you grow, I've felt pride, joy and even arousal about you with each passing day." He reached up and touched Flash's arm, tracing the swirls of dark markings across his body. "You also remind me a lot of myself. Headstrong, a little stubborn and a tough guy that doesn't really like talking about himself or opening up without being cornered first. And you've been the constant ray of sunshine and warmth in my life since Virgil passed on. Your constant fascination with the magical world, your eagerness to accept being a demon and just how cute you are when you sleep..." Russ grunted and squeezed his eyes shut. "Dante is my strength, the one that gives me direction and hope and you're the one that makes every day enjoyable. I never want to leave either of you..."

Flash's heart stopped.

He sensed the 'but' just around the corner and though he desperately tried to keep his heart from falling to pieces, he couldn't. Cracks were splitting it to pieces, his blood seeping through the wounds and mirroring the tears that were welling up in his eyes. He suddenly felt so weak and the shaking in his broad shoulders was uncontrollable.

Then...

Russ pushed their lips together, his big paw cupping the back of Flash's neck and the other holding his back tightly. Their last kiss together. Flash closed his eyes, savouring it and tried to commit the feeling to memory. Even though the kiss was tainted by the pain of a breakup, he never wanted to forget it.

"... and I love you."

Flash's eyes opened as Russ pushed their foreheads together. "Wh - wh - what did you say...?" he stammered.

Russ gave him a soft smile, his eyes watering up. "I love you, Flash. I love both you and Dante. These past few weeks have been the best of my life. I will always cherish the time I had with Virgil but having you two pups beside me can't compare to how you two make me feel. One day, I'll find him again but right now..." He pressed a paw against his big chest, just over his heart. "... I can feel him swelling with pride and love for my decision. It's what he would want. I don't know if it's destiny or some divine machinations but I get this feeling this is what he's been waiting for. It's why we never had kids. He wanted to bring his existing family into the fold..."

Russ gently licked Flash's forehead and then kissed the spot where he had touched. "So here's a little something else to put into your dream." He lowered his lips to Flash's ears. "Imagine Virgil living in that farmhouse right beside us and you bearing_his_ sexy pups."

Flash let out a quivering moan and couldn't help his cock from rising out of his sheath, dripping with precum and radiating demonic heat. "Y - Y - You mean it?"

The legendary Hellhound grinned and him and gently lowered him down against the bench press, looming over him. Russ' own three dicks were starting to rise from his sheath, raining down his demonic bodily fluids onto Flash.

"Yeah. And when we find Dante's dad, he'll be there right with us," Russ answered, licking his lips with a devilish gleam in his eyes. "All six of us. Six sexy, fucking Hellhounds and our pups."

Flash gave Russ a lopsided grin. "You're not going to start talking about breeding demons to conquer the world, are you?"

That look of lust and demonic glee dropped from Russ' features. "What? Of course not." Then it returned as he rested his huge paws on the bench press bar and leaned down to press his nose against Flash's. "I just think it'd be sexy to have a Sunday morning family orgy every now and then. God_did_ make that day_holey_, right?"

Flash groaned and twisted his head away as he rolled his eyes. Russ immediately lowered his muzzle around Flash's throat, fangs gently pressing up against his shoulder. For a moment, Flash tensed. Those fangs were very close to ripping out his larynx and spilling his blood all over the gym floor. But then he felt Russ' tongue gently lap at his fur and realised that this was not a death grip.

It was a mating bite.

The thought triggered something in his mind, ordering his body to move in a particular position. His paws wrapped around Russ' hips and he thrust his dick up against Russ' multiple members. Their cocks pressing against one another increased the heat emanating from them. Black hellfire sprouted from all over Flash's body, literally putting him 'in heat'. The normally harmful black flames washed over Russ' body, caressing his huge, muscular body instead of burning away his demonic energies. Even as the flames spread over the bench press and the surrounding gym, all it did was provide warmth instead of devouring the matter around them.

Russ let out a primal growl and shuffled forward, offering his ass to Flash. The younger Hellhound let out a soft grunt of surprise. Russ answered by pulling his fangs away from Flash's shoulder and nosing his cheek encouragingly. Both men were panting heavily, Russ dropping layers of drool all over Flash's cheek.

"You sure...?" Flash murmured. "I thought no one fucks Cerberus..."

"I've never cared for anyone as much as you guys before," answered Russ, stifling a growl. "And Dante already opened my eyes to how good it feels. I_need_ to feel your cock inside me."

Flash swallowed hard and reached down to angle his dick towards Russ' pucker. The closer he got, the more precum came squirting out of the tip of his monstrous dick. Russ twitched, his eyelids fluttering as every warm splash of that clear, hot fluid splashed onto his ass. Russ' tail was waving from side to side in excitement and he was more than willing to impale himself on Flash's dick. The bigger Hellhound bit his lower lip in ecstasy, a soft, moan rising from his thick throat. He quivered as that first inch pierced his ass, the quakes shaking Flash to the core and causing the crimson Hellhound to grunt with an animalistic glee.

Thoughts swirled about Flash's mind. His fantasy was finally coming true. He was having sex with Russ, the man who had been more of a father to him than his father ever had. His cock was aching for more and his entire body was more than willing to succumb but something held him back.

"Wait!" he exclaimed, attempting to push Russ back. Although he failed in the attempt and ended making the bigger Hellhound slide further onto his dick even more. Both men moaned.

"What's wrong?" Russ panted. He wiped his brow with the back of his paw, tongue lapping and drooling all over his muscled chest. Flash had to tear his gaze away from those huge rounded pectorals and the three spires of meaty, demonic cock that were just in the periphery of his vision.

"Dante..." was all Flash could manage.

Russ closed his eyes and pursed his lips. It seemed to take a monumental effort but he managed to pry himself away from Flash's dick and stand a little awkwardly to the side. "You're right... It doesn't feel right to do this when... when Dante is hurting..."

Flash nodded but couldn't find the strength to get up off the bench press. He knew that if he did, he would pounce on Russ and they'd be at it again like wild animals. He then decided that the best option was to just lie on his stomach and wait for his erection to go down but with Russ right there, he was practically impossible.

"Did you want to leave?" he asked regretfully.

"Not really..." Russ responded. "But it's for the best." He pointed at his three dicks. "Whenever I got like this with Virgil, I would never get rid of these until I blew. But it'd be wrong if we fucked while Dante was feeling as bad as he is..."

Flash propped himself up on his elbows. "I guess we're still a little bit human inside, huh?"

Russ leaned down and gave him a gentle kiss on the forehead, stroking his hair lightly. "No one ever said that we weren't."

******

Wesley had decided to call the place the Raving Garden. It was fitting. It was where he would sow the seeds of anger and build his army against the Dead Men. He already had gotten pretty good start as his Uncle Jarrod was coming to realise. He grinned a wolfish grin as he led Jarrod through the thick forests. The unearthly white foliage and ghostly trees all twisted away in respect for them, the green vines and leaves shuffling away to leave their path completely clear.

"Wes... this is amazing," his uncle whispered.

"You haven't seen anything yet," he rumbled.

They came to a place that looked like something right out of a fantasy novel. Tall, towering trees with trunks that were ghost white stood in perfect formation along a central path like the pillars along a hallway. The ground was covered with a thick layer of emerald green leaves that fluttered into the air wherever they walked. Tentacle-like vines arched overhead to form a protective canopy that only let very little light through. The same tentacles linked together between the tree trunks, effectively making the place sort of organic avenue.

"This is beautiful..." Jarrod murmured.

"Anger is beautiful," Wes responded with a smile. He turned to his uncle with a grin. "It's something I realised, Uncle Jar. You feel_so_ good after unleashing your rage, you feel liberated and free and at the same time, it makes you feel so_fucking alive_ to have it inside you! It drives you. It makes you push forward, grow stronger!" He spread his huge arms at the area around him. "I made this place as a place where people can let go. Let all their anger out and let it feed_me_."

"Feed you...?"

Wes knelt down and the tentacles across his back sank into the soil like roots. A grin crossed his features as they connected with the vast network of roots within the forest. The tentacles twitched and quivered, large lumps appearing across its length as they drank from the rage within the system, feeding him. As he drank, he felt the fire of his rage burn stronger and stronger inside of him and he used that to fuel his rage towards for Angelton and the Dead Men. The green veins all over his arms pulsated as he drank of their anger.

"I'm an Anger Demon, Uncle Jar," he explained. "I feed on anger and grow stronger from it."

From above them, two large, fleshy, green pods descended from the canopy. There were similar pods hanging from the network of vines around them. As the pods descended, they slowly opened, dripping white, sticky goo onto the ground. Jarrod took a step back and his eyes widened as two men were revealed within the pods, green vines wrapping around their limbs suspending them in the cocoon. Several others also seemed to serve a different purpose, one_sucking_from their erect dicks, another pushed through their ass and the last shoved down their throats. Both men had their brows furrowed in rage but were unmoving.

"Who... who are they?" Jarrod asked.

"First guys I found fucking with my forest," answered Wes, straightening. He pointed at the one on the right, the bigger, burlier of the two. "His name is Collin Matten." Then he pointed at the other, smaller, skinnier man. "And he's Wallace Fanon. They were childhood friends but then at the first sign of trouble, Wallace abandoned Collin. Now Collin is furious at his 'friend' and Wallace is similarly angry that his best friend would succumb so quickly. Right now, they're linked and they're fighting it out mentally."

He turned to his uncle with a grin before lifting his gaze to regard the Avenue of Ire around him. "I made this place just from the rage these two are throwing at one another."

"Just from these two?"

Wesley nodded. "But I need your help, Uncle Jar. My forest is hungry. It needs more.I need more."

"More for what?"

Wesley wrapped a big paw around his uncle's shoulders. He was pleased that Jarrod didn't flinch or show any signs of fear. "You told me what you know of the Dead Men. You know that they're going to come after me because of what I am now. Something I didn't choose to be. I want to live, Uncle Jar. And I'm doing these two good." He looked towards the two men. "I'm taking away their anger. It's making me stronger but I'm making them better. The Dead Men want me to stop doing that. They want me to fucking_die_just because I'm hungry."

His hackles began to rise and a soft growl rose from his throat. "Killing demons just like me because they we're alive and hungry. They judge us for what we are and not_who_ we are. The world is full of assholes like that. One look at us, and they judge us. People who don't care. They just hate for no fucking reason. I'm going to fuck them up."

Jarrod's hand rested on his paw gently. "What are you planning on doing to them, Wes?"

"What do you think?" Wesley growled. He saw a flash of concern on his uncle's face and then remembered Havoc's warning about death. Slowly, he pulled down his lips, concealing his fangs once more. "I'm going to show them what it's like to be a demon. Give them a taste of what they're hunting."

There was a flash of relief on Jarrod's face. "I thought you were going to kill them..."

"I wouldn't dare."

Jarrod released his paw and glanced at the two humans suspended in the pods in front of him. "I'll help you Wes. What do you need?"

Though he hated bringing his beloved uncle into this, he knew there was no one else he could trust in the world than Jarrod. It was a reason he wasn't on planning on turning Jarrod into a demon. After all this, whatever happened, his Uncle would get to walk out unscathed.

"I need to get stronger," he responded. "I don't know where that Dead Man is but these two seem to think that the guy hangs out at a bar in town. It's where all the workers trying to cut down my forest go after work. I don't know if you'll find him there but if you could go over there and see if he's around, get him to come here. His name is Leopold." Then he growled, "Pussy name."

"Alright," Jarrod said with a nod. "I'll bring this guy so he can get off your back." He turned to leave.

"Uncle Jar," Wesley said, stopping his uncle just as the trees started to part to give Jarrod a clear path through the forest. "Thanks for helping me."

His uncle smiled and shrugged. "Hey, you're a lot like me, Wes. Sort of. I see where you're coming from. People are after me all the time because of the way I live; free and unrestrained. They're just jealous and I know, deep down, if they got to try my way of life, they'd love it too."

"Thanks again."

Jarrod gave him a thumbs up and continued to head out of the Avenue. As he left, he reached into his pocket and took out the little, golden coin he always kept in his pocket. With a disgusted grunt, he shoved it back into his pocket and made his way through the forest.

Once he was gone and the trees had crawled back into position to give them some privacy, Wesley turned to his two captives. He reached up and gently caressed Collin's stubbly chin with a smile. With his tendrils still rooted in the network, he could observe the mental battle between Collin and Wallace. They were raging and ranting at one another. He had forged a house for them and the two were trapped in that little world, throwing furniture, bashing each other and grappling as their anger grew out of control and consumed them. They didn't even know what they were fighting about anymore. All they knew was that they were angry at one another.

It was this anger that was feeding the Avenue but as the Garden was expanding, it needed more and more nourishment. Wesley hated to admit it but even he was starting to get drained of his own personal rage and the few times he did get riled up, the Garden sapped it from him. In anger, he found a sort of high that could only be topped by orgasm and since those two were mutually exclusive, it was doubly addictive. But with the Garden taking more and more of his anger from him, he was starting to grow restless for more.

"I need more guys like you two," he rumbled, cupping the chins of his two captives. "Uncle Jar is going to bring them to me and I'm going have a shit tonne of guys feeding me and my Garden."

He commanded the vines implanted within the two to jab them both with adrenaline and testosterone. Both men didn't physically respond but their heartbeats began to race and in their mental battle, they grew more and more violent. Two best friends turned against one another in a flurry of blinding rage.

It was beautiful.

Rage truly was beautiful.

Wesley sensed movement in the corners of his mind. Some of the workers had come back to hack at his forest. Perhaps he wouldn't have to wait for his Uncle to find more captives for him. There were twenty of them charging through his forest with a bulldozer and other heavy vehicles. His Garden screamed as his trees were uprooted, cut and torn from his network. Foliage was trampled underfoot and rolled over. Roots were ripped out of the ground and the workers had even decided to try and induce a controlled fire!

Fury burned inside him again and he growled, paws clenching into fists. In response, his dick began to push out of his sheathe. It felt_so_ good to be angry again. But he couldn't capture all those people alone. There had to be a good fifty of them and if a demon suddenly appeared and started attacking, some of them would escape and start spreading the news. More Dead Men were likely to come and he wasn't ready. Nowhere near.

But he had some allies.

He turned towards Collin and Wallace, his red eyes flashing. A brilliant idea sprang into his mind. On his mental command, the vines pushed the two humans out of their pods and left them suspended in the air in front of him. He raised his paws into the air, the vines lifting them both up with his gesture. More and more testosterone was pumped into Collin who was the bigger of the two. The man's cock twitched and jerked with arousal. In the mental world, Collin got the upper hand in the fight, throwing Wallace to the ground and tearing off his clothes.

The stage was set.

And now, it was time for the climax.

Wesley drew his paws together. Slowly, the two men were pushed closer and closer to one another. The vines connecting them to the pod unlatched from the fleshy orbs and began intertwining with one another,fusing with each other and forming a solid bridge between them. Inch by inch, the two were being pulled together just as the very same vines began to meld with their flesh.

It started with the tentacles binding their arms. They unlatched from the pod and thrashed around a bit until they found one another. The ends began knit together, greenish flesh combining into a single length. At the same time, the length wrapped around Collin's left arm and Wallace's right began to tighten its grip around their limbs. As blood flow began to get restricted, the green flesh of the vine started_melding_ with their soft, human skin. Veins popped up all over the greenish lengths and pushed themselves into their circulatory system, invading their bodies. A sound like a tree toppling in the woods filled the Avenue of Ire causing Wesley to growl in anger, pushing the two men together even faster. As the veins began pushing up against their skin, more strength was beginning to fill each man's forearms, making them bloat with new size as their muscles grew bigger and bigger. These very same veins then began to emit an eerie, greenish glow similar to the veins that pulsated all over Wesley's arms and legs. Their hands and forearms disappeared entirely into the folds of the twisting tendrils until they were completely connected by the single length of greenish, plant-like flesh.

Both men let out muffled groans as their rage became mixed with pleasure, the association between the release of anger and the pleasure of climax building more and more in their brain. In their mental world, they continued to fuck, constantly struggling and unleashing their fury upon one another. As more and more anger flooded through their new physical connection, the vine connecting them began to shrink, pulling the two together. Matter had to be preserved and as the length shrunk, the green veins pushed further and further into their bodies. Muscles rapidly expanded, filled with demonic corruption. The smaller Wallace groaned as his shoulder expanded into a massive orb of flesh and iron hard muscle. His pectorals followed suite and surged to become enormous mountains peaked with the black discs of his nipples. Even Collin began experiencing tremendous growth, his entire body flexing but then freezing in that state before suddenly flexing again and pushing his skin to his limit.

With their skin already starting to be stretch taut by their bodybuilder-like physiques, white fire began spreading all over their bodies as if every push of the muscles from within shoved strands of fur out of their pores. Collin's pectorals surged and a light dusting of white fur crawled out over his sweaty, stick skin. Another flex and that fur grew thicker but was mixed with a brownish edge that was present only on Wallace's chest. Even the hair on his head started to darken, lengthening rapidly and spreading down his back like a long, fuzzy, brown mane. His naturally blonde hair was somewhat maintained as highlights along the mane. Wallace experienced a similar growth with his short hair growing wild and unruly down his back while its tips tightening into a golden blonde.

The labourers were just inches away from one another now, their huge bodies only separated by a thick, green vine. Wesley licked his lips, eager to see how these two would turn out. He wondered if the more dominant Collin would take over or if Wallace would surprise his friend and overtake him in the throes of lust. Looking at the dicks of the two men, they were clearly enjoying their time together as cum constantly pumped out of the growing pricks feeding their dwindling humanity into Wesley's Garden.

The Anger Demon clapped his paws once.

Collin let out a moan, throwing his head back and his hips bucking madly. Wallace's eyes opened wide but he wasn't truly seeing anything as his own hips quaked with lust. Cum spewed out of their growing dicks as the vine joining them pulled their bodies together. Their shoulders met and merged, flesh knitting together and muscles fusing. Bones shrank and disappeared into their rest of their body, the mass being used to build other parts of their shared body. Their flanks met and joined as one, pectorals briefly brushing against one another and sending unimaginable pleasure through their bodies and acting as the bridge between them, a bridge they gladly crossed met in the middle. Their huge pecs squeezed against one another and joined into one, their torsos melding into a single, towering figure that swelled to a size even bigger than Wesley. Their stack of abdominals, already at an impressive six cubes each, meshed together, their numbers dwindling but their individual sizes growing until there was an impressive eight, hand-sized blocks that held up the two huge pecs that were the size of a man's torso.

Collin's left leg and Wallace's right collided, their skin merging together as a green vine swept down its length and wrapped around it, encouraging the merger. Their muscles melded into one, mashing and crashing into one another even as the limb as a whole began to shrink, the mass being used to grow their opposite legs, legs that the two would now use as one to move their new body. Those remaining legs began to spasm and twitch. Thighs bulged and grew into huge tree-trunk sized masses covered in silky, white fur only broken by glowing, green veins. Their calves strained the vines holding them down as they grew into huge bulges of muscle that led into feet that could easily crush a man's chest with one stomp. Black claws jutted out of the tip of their feet as the white fur swept down along them and completed their transformation.

Wallace's face suddenly became twisted in anger and he began madly shaking his head from side to side. The fur all over his chest shot up his neck, causing the muscles there to thicken and his deep growls to become thunderous rumbles. His face surged forward, nose turning into a black, leathery nub. His teeth sharpened into fangs and he tore right through the vine that was shoved down his muzzle. He let out a roar, eyes flashing red with demonic rage. He flailed and twisted his head from side to side as his muzzle reached completion and his thin, pointed ears migrated to the top of his head, barely visible through his wild mane.

Beside him, Collin's eyes snapped open at the sound of his shouts. He flexed his huge arm, now covered in thick, green veins and the same white fur that covered most of their body. With a mighty tug, he ripped his arm free of the vine holding them down, releasing them from the grip of the living plant. The demon dropped to the ground as he began banging his head violently like a rocker to a loud tune, every shake changing his features more and more into the slim canine features of a Doberman-like creature. Just like Wallace, he snapped his eyes open, now burning bright red.

Both men, now sharing the one torso, reached down and seized their dicks still wrapped by the vines. They tore the vines off and shamelessly rubbed their enormous, black, canine pricks. They both let out a tremendous roar in unison, their two and a half foot long dicks shooting their corrupt, demonic cum all over the ground and showering Wesley. The Anger Demon grinned broadly and spread his arms, welcoming the warm rain and taking it a celebration of his new minion's transformation. The orgasm lasted for ten whole minutes, cum drenching Wesley as the two men's enormous, basketball sized balls jostled and constantly pumped more and cum out of them, squeezing the last of their humanity out.

When the rain finally came down to a mere trickle, Wesley turned towards the two with a grin. Both men had been merged into the one, demonic body. They stood at a tremendous fourteen feet tall and were simply_enormous_ . The thick veins that ran all over their arms and thighs glowed with an unearthly power and their upper body had grown wide enough to allow for both their heads to sit comfortably beside one another.

"How're you feeling?" he asked.

Collin, panting with his tongue hanging out glanced to his left where Wallace sat. His friend reached back with the right arm that he controlled and pulled the vine that was still impaled on their shared ass with a grunt.

Then rage filled Collin's eyes. "I'm stuck here with you, fucker!?"

Wallace snarled at him, baring his fangs. "You think I wanted this, asshole!?"

The two began bickering again, their rage rising and fuelling their body and that of the garden. Wesley doubted that either of them noticed the four tentacles that were sprouting from their back and that had burrowed into the ground, connecting them to the network. He could feel their anger flooding the rest of the Garden, fuelling it and helping it grow. Now, he wasn't so alone in sustaining the Garden.

But there wouldn't be a Garden if those men continued to invade his forest.

"Shut the fuck up, you two," he growled. He hiked his thumb over his shoulder as the two men turned to him. Despite being bigger, they were still under his command. Some part of them understood that the anger they felt would lead to the euphoria of release and that they owed that incredible feeling to Wesley. They wouldn't voice it but they were too far gone to pull away from the addiction of rage and cum. "We have your buddies from work to fuck over."

Wallace grinned and used the right leg he controlled to prop them back up. He flexed his massive arm, patting the chest the two shared as he did so. "You know what? Yeah. Let me at Morris. That fuckwad wouldn't stop taking about his -"

"... lawyer son that makes big money in NYC," finished Collin with the same malicious grin. "All he ever talks about is his son! I just wanna cave his fucking head in and -"

"Rip his ass to shreds with these!" the two finished in unison even going so far as to grip their dicks and give their hips a lewd thrust.

Realising that they had agreed on something for the first time in what seemed like an eternity, the two demons glanced at one another, their noses touching and their lips practically kissing. They immediately turned away from another with a scowl.

Wesley frowned. Those two were still good friends with one another and the rage they felt was just on the surface. It would die soon enough especially if the Garden was sapping it from them. He needed to constantly give them something to be angry about and they wouldn't be angry at one another for very long. Even short bursts of frustration and fury would eventually give way to the bond they shared. Perhaps joining them together was a mistake after all. He effectively made them a married couple.

He dismissed the thought.

Couples fought all the time and their anger at one another would sustain him. There was no such thing as unconditional love. He knew his parents didn't have it. The world was a selfish place, after all, and when given the chance, people would look out for themselves. Collin and Wallace were no different. Merging them only meant that they would be in constant conflict with one another.

And that was what Wesley needed.

******

Dante was sitting alone in the kitchen staring at a cookbook when Flash came in. The crimson Hellhound wasn't sure what to say to his mate. He wished that it came naturally to him as when he spoke and nearly fucked Russ but his surrogate-father was easier to speak to than Dante. Sure they had been on the same football team for a while even if Dante was just the water boy but Flash never had an extended conversation with the guy beyond their recent encounters. Flash guiltily felt that he knew Russ his entire life... but Dante...

"Hey," he began.

"What do you want?" Dante snarled, baring his fangs.

"I just wanted..." Flash began. He squeezed his eyes shut and then let out a soft sigh. "Dante, Russ told me what you saw in my soul."

"You mean how you secretly lust to be fucked by your 'daddy' and then hope that one day we'll all live in a farm together and have one another's pups?" Dante got up and banged his fist against the counter, causing the table top to crack. "When I said I wanted kids, that was_not_ what I was talking about!"

Dante's rage flared up quite fast and Flash had hoped he had simmered down a little. "I know, I know," he said, holding up his paws in surrender. "It was a stupid dream. But I can't help how I feel..."

"That you love Russ?"

"Yes. And I love you too. Russ feels the same way. He loves us both."

Dante threw his arms up into the air. "In what world is that okay? Monogamy isn't legal here, you know!"

Flash really wished he was better with words. "By human law, yeah..."

Dante's eyes widened. "Human law...?" He snarled at Flash. "Goddamnit, Flash! You're not just a demon, you know! You've got a human soul! You can't just decide what laws you want to follow! We're living on Earth so we have to follow Earth's laws!"

"You were the one talking about having my pups!" Flash countered. "I'm pretty sure Earth's laws don't allow for_guys_ to give birth!" He was losing his temper and quickly pushed his anger aside. "Look, I know what you're saying and I'm sorry. But what's important is that we're happy, right? What will make you happy?"

His mate's eyes softened and he shook his head. "I don't know... I want to find my dad safe and sound. I want to have kids. I want to be with you..."

"And I want to be with both you and Russ and experience this new world that we've been introduced to." He edged closer to Dante. "We're in a relationship, Dan. It's not just about what you want. It's about compromise and what we want."

Dante flashed him a piercing stare, forcing him to stop in his tracks. "And you want Russ to fuck you."

"And Russ wants me to fuck him," Flash said. He realised instantly that was the wrong thing to say and quickly backpedalled. "Because you already fucked him once."

The black Hellhound didn't seem too pleased and growled. "It felt good to fuck Russ but that was only because I had to. I fucked him because I had to save him. You two want to bang because you're both horny and in love!"

"Yes we're in love. And we're both in love with you as well."

"How_exactly_ is that meant to work? If you don't feel like banging me you fuck Russ instead? Or whenever we're all feeling horny, we jump into bed with one another? What will our kids think? What will our neighbours or family!? I mean, how would my dad react when he finds out that_his dad's_ gay lover is now banging his son and his son's boyfriend!?"

"We could make him a Hellhound too if you wanted..."

"What!?" Dante exclaimed.

Flash shrugged. He realised he had backed himself into a corner but couldn't stop. "Well, if you're feeling like I'm the one with a father figure in this relationship, we could bring your dad in to the relationship. I'm sure he'd love to fuck you too and maybe you can have a kid together and -"

Dante, mouth agape, took a step back in terror. "Do you even hear what's coming out of your mouth? That's inhuman!"

"That's because we're demons now, Dante."

"My dad certainly isn't!"

"Well are you going to tell him we're demons when we find him?"

Dante's eyes widened and he looked stumped. Flash thought he had the upper hand when his mate clenched his fists and struck the table again, nearly splitting it in half. "No. I'm fine with telling him I'm gay and that I have a boyfriend but no way in_hell_ am I going to tell him I'm a demon." His eyes switched back to Flash angrily. "You may have lost your dad because he became a demon but mine is still out there and human. I have a reason to remain human, Flash, and I want my dad to be there at our wedding and when our son is born. He's part of the family but I don't want to fuck him or fuck up the world around him."

Flash growled and crossed his arms. "You're being naïve, Dante. You really want to keep this secret from him until he dies? How are you going to explain the kids? And here you are talking about staying human when lying to your own parents is a very_demonic_thing to do."

"So you just want me to turn my dad into a Hellhound just like how Edward turned_his_ dad into one? We are _not_that kind of demon, Flash!"

"Well maybe we should be!" Flash snarled. "Either you're a demon telling everyone you're human or you're a demon telling yourself that you're human! You're either lying to yourself or lying to everyone else about who and what you are! Just accept that you're a Hellhound already!"

"I never_chose_ to be one!" Dante roared.

Flash felt a dagger of pain jab into his heart. "Wait... Are you saying that given the choice...?"

"Do I wish none of this ever happened?" finished his mate. "What do you think? I've lost my best friend. My dad is missing. My grandpa is_dead_ and lost somewhere. What have _you_lost? Okay, Coach Mitchell was awesome but you were never connected to him that much. He was your high school football coach! And you lost your dad who you hated anyway! You've still got your brothers!" He slammed a paw against his chest. "My whole_family_is gone, Flash! If it weren't for all this fucked up shit, I would still have my dad, my best friend and maybe even my grandpa!"

Flash let out a soft whimper. "But you have me..."

Dante scowled at him and turned his back. "And now I have to share you with Russ. You really think that's enough?"

"You have Russ too..."

"I'm not like you, Flash. I can't just substitute Russ for my dad."

Flash deflated, his arms hanging limply by his side. "Dante..."

"You're more demon than human, Flash. Both in body and soul. That's fine for you but I'm holding on to my humanity. I'm not going to lose it like the others lost theirs. And I can't be with anyone who is willing to let go of their humanity so easily. You can go to_hell_."

Flash had no response to that as Dante stormed out of the kitchen, slamming the door shut behind him.

He looked at his own, huge paws and wondered...

"Am I just like the others...?"

******

Leopold regarded the drink in his hands with a degree of frustration and shame. That demon had made a fool out of him. A Deva was lost not to mention another human soul. There was no telling how much stronger that monstrosity had grown. News had also reached his ears on the disappearances of several other men who had been working in the forests on the mayor's behest.

More and more people were falling to that demon and no matter what Leopold said, people would never believe him. This bar was where most of the labourers hung out after work. It smelled of beer, sweat and cigarette smoke. Yet it was mostly empty. There were a few burly men sitting in booths speaking in hushed tones. By now, anyone would have realised something was wrong and would have quit their job or at least staged a protest but these men came from a small town. Leopold could see the doubt in their eyes and the stirrings of rebellion.

He feared that would just encourage the demon to come after them.

He swirled the amber liquid in his glass a few times, frowning as he planned his next move. His remaining partner was hot on the trail of another demon and couldn't make the meeting. The weight of the phone in his pocket constantly reminded him of what he_should_ do but his anger and frustration wouldn't let him succumb to crawling back to the rest of the order with his tail between his legs.

This was_his_ demon, a demon that had stolen a Deva from him. If he went back to the order like this, he would likely be demoted or worse - kicked out entirely. And being fired from the Dead Men entailed ingesting - whether by force or wilfully - a cocktail of drugs that caused severe memory loss that usually reduced a man to a vegetative state. He would be well cared for in one of the Dead Men's facilities but that would be no way to live.

And Leopold... well, he_hated_ demons too much to accept such a fate.

"I need to fix this," he told himself. Downing the rest of his drink, he got up from the bar stool even before he swallowed.

"Excuse me."

The man that had approached him was a big, burly, ebony skinned biker of sorts. He didn't seem at all like the guy that would say 'excuse me' but Leopold knew better than to judge people by their appearances alone. Keeping his expression still, Leopold nodded towards the man and said, "What can I do for you?"

"My nephew needs help," the man said, holding out a hand. "My name is Jarrod Washington and I believe you know my nephew, Wesley Washington."

Leopold took the offered hand. "Unfortunately, I do not."

"I think you do. You met him in the forest." The biker showed surprising strength as he pulled Leopold towards him and then, in a harsh whisper, said, "He attacked you and took two men away."

Leopold's eyes widened and he reached for the handgun hiding within his coat.

"I don't want to hurt you," Jarrod said softly. "I genuinely want your help. Something's happened to him and he's gone insane."

"That's what happens to people who succumb to demonic temptation," Leopold responded, gripping his gun tightly. "He has turned his back on Almighty God and has become nothing more than an abomination that hunts the basest emotions in mortals and will devour their souls to feed his own insatiable hunger."

Jarrod reached into his pocket and took out a golden coin, no bigger than a dollar. It was oddly shaped however and only had the Roman numeral for '2' etched on it. "Wesley is a good kid."

"He may have been but he is a demon now." Sensing no malice in Jarrod, Leopold released his grip on both his gun and the biker's hand. He sat back down on the bar stool and gestured for Jarrod to take up the seat beside him.

"Can we save him?" the concerned uncle asked.

Leopold hid a scowl as he processed this new information. Previously, he had thought the demon had merely been a foul hellspawn that had slipped through the cracks and escaped the fiery underworld that he came from. To learn that it was a_human_in there increased his frustration all the more. He couldn't just_kill_ the boy. Based on his vows, he had to at least try and save him.

"The Dead Men come with different specialties," he responded grimly. "I am an Exorcist and I believe I can purge the demonic taint from him."

It was then Leopold realised that must have been the reason why none of his holy artefacts worked against the creature. There was a still a human in there, perhaps the dominant personality and it was acting like a shell that protected the demonic heart. "Now that I know what I'm dealing with, I'm sure I can defeat him."

"You're not going to kill him, are you?" Jarrod asked.

Dead Men had a saying. 'There are no lies in Death'. In short, they were always honest but that didn't mean that they always had to tell the truth. "There were three of us in our team. One of us already fell to another Demon, or so we think. The third, our Purist, is the one in charge of killing demons."

Jarrod's eyes softened with relief. "Alright. So what do you need? What can I do to help you?"

"Tell me about Wesley."

Jarrod began recounting how Wesley was always an angry child growing up. His parents put a lot of rules around him and he tended to hate authority. He became anti-social and took on a punk persona to keep other people away. Whether or not he was influenced by his uncle was a topic of heated debate between Jarrod and Wesley's father.

"I'll be honest and say I never wanted Wesley to grow up to be a punk," Jarrod admitted. "It's one of the reasons that I never really come home anymore. I don't want him taking after me."

"And what kind of person are you, Jarrod Washington?"

The biker waved the bartender down and a beer was handed to him. He downed half of it in one swing. "I'm a drinker, an adventure seeker and a downright fucker. I have a solid place to live but only use it for parties when I'm around. I go from coast to coast doing odd jobs and living by the pay check. That's no life for a kid with potential like Wes."

Leopold let out a soft hum of thought. "There is appeal in the life of a drifter."

Jarrod gave him a crooked smile. "You thinking of being one, Leo?"

"My name is Leopold," corrected the Dead Man sternly. "And no. I am committed to my mission of purging this world of demons and their foul corruption. I will not deviate from that. I will die as a Dead Man."

"That's grim."

"It is the path I have chosen just as you have chosen your life and Wesley his." Realising what he was saying, Leopold quickly ordered another beer and said, "But there is nothing to say that we cannot be swayed from our path given the right persuasion. I'm sure we can save your nephew."

If there was still some human within that demonic shell especially one powerful enough to protect him from holy artefacts, if Leopold were to sacrifice his soul to destroy the beast, there might be enough of Wesley left to go back to being human.

Maybe.

"How did you learn of Wesley's condition?" he asked after a quick sip from his drink.

"He confronted me at my place. Brought me to his place. To the middle of the forest."

Leopold's eyes widened. "You went into the heart of his den and came out unscathed? Uncorrupted?"

Jarrod shrugged with another crooked smile. "He wanted me to bring you to him. Said you were raising an army and he needed to raise one himself. That's why he's capturing people."

It was worse than he thought. Leopold reconsidered calling for reinforcements but it was still too early. There were still too many variables in the air. He was sure that if he called the rest of his order, the Dead Men would kill the victims of this demonic corruption without thought. They would likely kill Jarrod as well or perhaps even purge the entire town.

"Then we best act quickly," Leopold said, getting up and pulling out several bills. "Take me to him."

Jarrod seized his wrist. A very strong grip. "What are you planning?"

"I'm going to tell him that there are only two other Dead Men in town. There is no army. He can stop turning people."

The sound of knuckles cracking echoed behind him. "Glad to hear that, buddy."

Leopold didn't immediately spin around at the sound of the booming, familiar voice. He first took in his surroundings. There was suddenly no one else in the bar. Even the bartender was gone. Jarrod's eyes were wide in shock, genuine surprise on his face so whatever was there to ambush him, it wasn't an ally of his. That filled him with some relief. He had already lost one innocent soul to this town. He didn't want to lose another.

Slowly, he turned around and as he did so, reached behind his back for the gun he had tucked behind his belt. The moment he saw that thick beard and huge, barrel chest covered in hair, he felt his heart sink.

"Desmond."

The big man's hand suddenly lashed out and seized Leopold's wrist, pulling it out from behind him and giving it a tight squeeze to the point that he dropped the gun. "You planning to do something with this, hunter?"

"Who the fuck are you!?" bellowed Jarrod, leaping out of his bar stool.

"Stay back!" Leopold snarled. "This guy is a Deva! A sort of Angel!"

"Angel!?"

Leopold looked deeply into Desmond's eyes and snarled. "Though I imagine one that isn't so angelic anymore." He tried to yank his wrist away from the Deva but Desmond was bigger and stronger than him even without his supernatural abilities. "What has he done to you?"

"Shown me just how fucked up this world is," Desmond snarled. "Angels. Demons. They're all fucking real and I was given the short end of the stick. What's the point in trying to live up to being an_Angel_ if it's those very same Angels that abandoned me here on earth because they couldn't keep it in their pants!?"

To hear the man who had been so against profanity swear only signalled just how far the man had gone.

"What do you want?" Leopold asked. "Jarrod was already going to bring me to your master."

Desmond huffed loudly and twisted Leopold's arm, forcing him to turn around. The big corrupted Deva pressed Leopold's wrist against his back, keeping him pinned. "Wes was concerned about his uncle. You're a fucking demon hunter. A shitty one too seeing as you couldn't even protect me. He thought you'd torture him or something. Good thing he got your guard down."

Good. So Desmond hadn't been around long enough to hear their entire conversation. That meant Jarrod was still in the clear somewhat.

"Then take me to him," Leopold said bravely. "I want to talk to Wesley."

Desmond grinned, a flash of red dancing through his blue eyes. "Fine by me."

******

After having been turned into a demon, Dante never thought he would ever find himself standing in front of a church. There was only one official church in Angelton. The original one that had been built with the town burned down a long time ago. He wondered if the cause was because of his grandfather stepping into the holy ground and some righteous fury being unleashed from the heavens above.

Yet here he was, standing in front of the church wondering what he should do. What should he do about Russ. About Flash? About his dad? And about his future? He was seeking guidance and the people he would have normally looked to for that guidance would be of no help. His dad was missing. Russ was biased and Flash... Flash was horny.

He growled and fought to keep down his demonic side. It felt so_strange_ being back to his human shape and that sickened him. Looking down at his smooth, human skin, something told him that it was_wrong_ but then something else told him that the very same feeling was wrong. Lost and angry, he looked up at the church wondering if God would actually answer him if he asked. Demons were part of His creations as well, right? Surely He would have some pity for them.

But he wasn't really a demon created by God. He was a demon forged by a No One and from what he heard, No Ones were very flighty.

"Fuck..." he murmured softly.

"Profanity in the Lord's house?" Dante jumped and whirled to his right. A soft wind blew and caused the long white overcoat of the silver-haired man to billow slightly. There was something benevolent by the way the man was smiling even though his eyes were an eerie colour of pure white. "You must be severely troubled, my child."

"Who are you?" he asked.

The man pressed a white, gloved hand against chest. "My name is Amadeus." He then held out a hand towards Dante. "A pleasure to meet you...?"

Dante shook the hand. "Dante de'Mont." He got a strange sense of... emptiness from Amadeus. No aura. No emotions. Just... nothingness. It was oddly familiar. Then he realised where he had felt something like this before and immediately let go of the man's hand. "Y - Y - You're a No One!"

Amadeus laughed softly and nodded. "Yes. I am commonly known as A11 the Ascended. I govern the aspect of the mortal heart. Your emotions, so to speak, not the physical organ."

Dante backed away slowly. "What do you want?" he growled.

"Only to help a young man at the behest of his grandfather."

Those words stung Dante hard. "Wait... My grandpa sent you?"

The seemingly elderly No One bowed his head in acknowledgement. There wasn't a line of a wrinkle on his face even though his hair was completely silver in colour. "Yes. Virgil has been watching you all. He sorely wishes he could help but he has his own trials to overcome and one of them is not interfering with your stories." Amadeus smirked showing a bit of the puckish nature that reminded Dante of Havoc. "Of course, there was nothing to say that I couldn't interfere."

Dante relaxed slightly. "Yeah..." He looked at the journal he carried with him at all times, gripping it tightly in his hand. "I heard he tended to outsmart his foes more than try and outgun them..." He lifted his gaze, looking to Amadeus pleadingly. "Please, tell me where he is. I need to know."

"Do you need to know so you can push Cerberus in that direction and leave Flash with you or because you honestly want to meet him again?"

"I -" He stopped himself before responding. "I don't know..."

Amadeus rested a hand gently on Dante's shoulder, giving it a fatherly grip. "Why don't you tell me exactly what is bothering you?"

He remembered that Russ did say that A11 was one of the No Ones he liked though he was somewhat unsure whether or not he should trust Russ anymore. That said, he really had no one else to confide in and turned towards a nearby bench. He sat down within the church's courtyard, A11 taking up the seat beside him.

"I was raised to be a kind of... traditional guy," Dante admitted. "Grow up, get a job, find someone special, have kids and settle down. But I guess recently, I guess things have become a little weird. I mean I never knew I was attracted to guys before and then Flash and I..."

"Have you ever been attracted to women before?"

Dante shook his head. "No..."

"Have you tried?"

He gave the No One a puzzled look. "No girls have ever shown any interest in me, I guess. I was raised by my dad and my grandpa. I never really had a female presence growing up so I don't really know how to deal with them. I guess I'm more drawn to men..." He shook his head. "But that's not the point. I'm attracted to Flash not his gender. If he was a girl, an angel or one of you guys, I wouldn't mind. As long as I can be with him."

"So it is the person you're drawn to and not necessarily the gender or species, am I correct?"

"Yeah... But I still have it in my head that it's really just meant to be me and Flash, you know? Just the two of us. Then with our kids. I've never thought about having a three-way relationship before. Or a maybe even a four-way..." His hands curled into fists. "And I'm so_mad_ at Russ! He knows that my grandpa is still out there and he's so willing to just turn his back on him and be with us! What happened to grandpa?"

"And you know he's turning away from Virgil because?"

"Because I saw him about to get fucked by Flash!" Dante shouted, throwing his hands into the air. "It's why I'm here..." he murmured softly. "I just... I just had to get out of there. It's like all they care about is sex..."

Amadeus nodded sagely, a gentle smile crossing his lips as he folded his hands together. "When I was just starting as a No One, R3 took me to help this one particular man. He was a rather depressed fellow. Suffered from erectile dysfunction. Tried everything to 'get it up' so to speak. In the end, it turned him rather bitter. He only saw sex in the world and reviled it. He turned to religion and advocated celibacy. He became quite popular in his congregation and became a pastor. But things became far more complicated when a woman was introduced into the picture. He found himself aroused by her and she openly flirted with him and even cared for him when he was sick. Many thought they would get married. But his mind had become so twisted against sex that he saw her as some seductress. So he killed her. Thinking it was a mercy and to preserve his 'purity'."

Dante reeled back in shock at the conclusion of the tale. "That's it? You didn't do anything?"

"I only came in after he had done the deed. The lesson R3 wanted to teach me was not to judge people just by their actions. There's a lot going on here..." He pointed at his head. "...and in here..." He tapped his chest. "... before someone actually makes a move. Trust me, at that point I wanted to obliterate him as well."

"But that doesn't justify what he did! He killed someone! Intentions are great and all but just because people_intend_to do something, it doesn't mean that's what happens!" Dante snarled, his teeth bared and his fists shaking. "I know Flash wants both Russ and I to be happy but..."

A comforting hand squeezed his shoulder. "I know," Amadeus said softly. "R3 left me to deal with the case as I saw fit and I took it upon myself to try and drive that poor soul so suicide."

Dante flinched away from the No One who laughed softly and shook his head. "Don't worry. The moment I came up with that thought, I realised that it was a terrible idea. We No Ones are still mortal after all." Amadeus sighed softly and leaned forward, clasping his hands together. "Justice would eventually find this man in his own world. His sins would catch up with him eventually but the one thing that really struck me was the way he felt about his actions." He lifted his gaze towards Dante. "He felt no remorse. This man_honestly_ thought he was in the right even if deep down, the basis for his beliefs was nothing more than the fact that he couldn't sustain an erection. At one point, his affliction would have defined him but now, it was something else even though it was a twisted shadow of what was the norm."

"So what did you do?" he asked, now fascinated by the story.

"When he was eventually executed for his crimes, I took him to meet the woman he had murdered. He was stunned to find that she was just being nice to him. The flirts and what he perceived as 'seductions' were just her being friendly. Learning that he had killed for no reason broke him down and he realised his fault. I spent some time with him searching for the reason for his hatred and anger." The No One gave Dante a small smile. "Do you want to know what we found?

Dante remained silent. Though he was eager to know the answer, he knew that A11 would provide it regardless.

"His anger stemmed from his own sexual ineptitude," said the Ascended. "Time does funny things to even the most resolute of hearts. After years of living with his unfortunate condition, the frustration he bore at himself eventually turned into anger at others. He saw enemies, taunts and slights in every little action no matter how innocent. Eventually it culminated into a burst of blinding rage that he was barely in control of himself. Someone died because of his anger which was sourced from something so small and insignificant."

"Some people take erectile dysfunction pretty harshly, you know..."

"Enough to warrant the life of another?" countered A11.

Dante lowered his gaze. "No, I suppose not..."

"So what is at the source of your anger, Dante?" Amadeus asked softly. "Search deep within yourself. What is it that has you turning against your mate and your mentor like this?"

"It's because they want to bone and have each other's pups!" Dante exploded. His voice carried across the street where an elderly couple paused and stared. He ducked his head, cheeks on fire. In hushed tones, he said, "They just want to fuck..."

"No. That's not it."

He shot a frustrated stare at the No One. "And you would know?"

Amadeus gave him a benevolent smile. "I am the No One of the Heart, Dante. I represent the aspect of mortal emotions and the connections that they make with one another. Trust me when I say that is not the cause for your frustration."

"Then why don't you just tell me and get it over with?"

"Because you won't like the answer." The No One gently patted his back, almost fatherly in a way. "There are no shortcuts in their journey and you distrust the No Ones as is. If I just told you what it is that you are truly angry about, you will reject it and go into denial. There are many faces of anger, from the anger two people have that's born of hatred for one another, to the fury felt over betrayal and even to the wrath one holds against one's own failings. But just like how your grandfather overcame Rampage in his way, so must you overcome your demons. H2 just led your grandfather and Cerberus from one demon to the other. He didn't tell them how to fight them."

"He certainly pushed them into it..." Dante muttered.

"They always had the choice to succumb to the demons or just walk away. Cerberus reminded your grandfather of this many times but he constantly pushed forward. He is an adventurer at heart, after all. If there is something in the world that he can still see and experience, he will do anything to see it."

"Even if that means leaving his one true love behind?"

Amadeus chuckled softly and stood up. "I always find it amusing when people talk about their 'one true love'. The heart wants what it wants and let me assure you that love knows no limits and no boundaries. I have seen many people come to love more than one person in their existence. The only thing restricting them is their social norms. But the heart, unbound and unrestricted by the shell of a body, the constraints of the mind or the integrity of the soul will find someone to love even if that someone is one person or one billion." He winked at Dante slyly. "After all, God loves everyone, right?"

Dante wasn't sure how to respond but ended up laughed. "God, huh?"

"You two might end up meeting one day. Who knows?" A11 turned away to leave. "Just keep in mind what we talked about, Dante, especially in the trials to come. Your heart knows what it wants. You just have to listen."

******

There were only a few times in his life that Jarrod had ever feared for his wellbeing. There was the time he had crashed his motorcycle and nearly bled out on the side of a dirt road. Then there was the time that he accidentally trespassed onto some redneck hick's property seeking some adventure and nearly had his leg blown off by a shotgun blast. All of which he was able to walk away from with only a scratch or a scar here and there. But Seeing the huge, hairy man that Leopold had identified as a 'Deva' made him feel like he might not walk away from this one. Whatever Wesley had done to Desmond made the man exude a threatening aura that triggered Jarrod's fight or flight response in his case, in favour of flight.

Whether he was truly a captive or Desmond's accomplice was yet to be truly determined.

Leopold remained silent as the Deva brought them the edge of the forest. The walk was a killer on Jarrod's feet. It had taken him most of the day to get back to his home from Wesley's forest and then he had spent the better part of the day wrestling with the decision he had to make. What he had told Leopold was true. He didn't want the thug life for Wesley and he certainly didn't want the demon's life for him either.

He held out hope that The Dead Men might be able to convince Wesley to drop this quest for conquest. But it seemed his nephew was a few steps ahead. He followed behind Desmond who gave Leopold a hard shove into the forest. As they continued to walk deeper into the grove, Jarrod saw the remains of abandoned equipment from whatever poor group had attempted to cut down Wesley's domain recently. Chainsaws, axes and trucks lay hurriedly abandoned. Shreds of fluorescent vests lay everywhere as well as the occasional hardhat or boot.

Wesley had struck.

"Why are you doing what he says?" Leopold asked as he stepped bravely into the forest. "You know he's a demon. You're a good man, Desmond. You always did what your Poppa said."

"And my Poppa lied to be about being adopted," snarled the burly man, giving Leopold another powerful shove forward. "He always told me that he and my mom fucked to give birth to me. That was a flat out lie. And my_real_ parents? Didn't even give a fuck about me and dropped me off here. I'm meant to be some sort of Angel-wannabe with an immortal soul, right? Why should follow in my parents' footsteps when they couldn't even be honest with me?"

"And Wesley is being honest with you?"

"He's the only one that has been honest in my whole fucking life. He wants to find you assholes, he wants to get you fuck off his back so that we can be left in peace."

"We?" Leopold repeated, glancing over his shoulder. "This isn't just to get the Dead Men off his back, is it? You're_willingly_ joining him. Why? Surely becoming a demon isn't worth your immortal soul."

"What the fuck do you know?" growled Desmond. "I have spent my whole life trying to be good, righteous and virtuous and the world still gives me a giant 'fuck you'. Wesley's got it all figured out. The world doesn't give a fuck about him and he doesn't give a fuck about the world."

The demon hunter shook his head sadly and turned away, striding into the forest. "That's the thing about Devas. They are very emotional and devoted people. They make the greatest heroes... but also the ultimate villains."

"The way I see things,Dead Man, you're the only villain here. You're coming after a kid for what he was turned into not who he is."

Jarrod lowered his gaze and wondered if that really held true anymore. Wesley had attacked another group of people and was probably draining them of their anger just like those two men. Was he just physically a demon anymore...? Or was he one heart and soul as well?

His answer came as they approached the large Avenue of Ire. The trees and shrubs peeled away respectfully for them once more and there, Jarrod's jaw dropped. There were dozens of those fleshy pods hanging from the thick canopy above. Through the semi-transparent membrane of each one, he could see men suspended within and with vines holding them in place while tentacles penetrated them.

"Oh my god..." he whispered.

A tremendous roar erupted from high above them. An enormous demon came swinging down from the canopy on thick tentacles springing from his back. The creature definitely wasn't Wesley, at least Jarrod didn't think so. He was much_bigger_ and had two heads. The demon didn't even need to use his thick arms to swing from the branches that obscured the light of the sun. His tentacles merely lashed out and grabbed onto the nearest branch that grew out to catch him. Propelling him forward with surprising agility considering the creatures massive size. Grasping onto one final branch the monstrous creature launched forward and landed with a thunderous_whump_ in front of them, shaking the very ground and sending a flurry of emerald leaves all over them.

One of the heads looked up at and sniffed the air. "Fucking Dead Man..."

"Let's kill him," sneered the other head.

The demon's right paw slapped the left head, the one that just spoke.

"Idiot," growled the right head. "Wesley said not to kill anyone."

"Whatchya do that for!?" sneered the left demon. "I knew that!" The left paw made to swipe at the right head but the right arm blocked the blow. As the two bickered for a brief moment Jarrod saw as the two headed beasts tentacles embedded themselves into the ground, pulsating with a glowing green energy that spread out across the ground around them. Almost as if it was feeding the very area around them with their anger. It was then Jarrod started to realize that somehow, Wesley had somehow taken two of his victoms and merged them together into this colossal monstrosity before them.

"Why aren't you killing anyone?" Leopold asked, suddenly putting a stop to the bickering of the two.

"Because we're making them into demons just like us," said the right head, licking his lips. "Takes time to get them all angry. Gotta get past them being scared first to get them angry. Enough that they just throw their souls straight at us and they feed the Garden."

"You can see some of our mates already gave in," snickered the left head. He hiked a thumb over his shoulder. It then became apparent that he was not the only two headed creature living in this forest. There were other demons just like these two but smaller than the one before them wandering around the Avenue. Those who weren't jacking off their dual cocks or pleasuring themselves with the tentacles that came out of their backs were locked in a furious argument. Their individual heads were bickering with one another. Punches were being thrown, threats echoed through the canopy and signs of claws scratching at each others faces could be seen How they were not tearing each other apart was a mystery.

"Making more of your own for an army..." Leopold murmured darkly. "I see." He puffed out his chest bravely. "I would speak with Wesley."

The two-headed demon lunged forward and seized Leopold's shirt. To the hunter's credit, he didn't show any fear whatsoever. "You don't get to make demands, little man," snarled to left head.

"Yeah! We call the shots!"

"Enough!"

The booming voice definitely belonged the Wesley. Jarrod feared what he would find when his nephew came into view. But Wesley was nowhere to be seen.

"Bring them to the Well."

Jarrod couldn't hear a single fraction of his nephew in that thunderous voice, not anymore. Wesley was always so passionate. Whatever he was pissed about, he laid it out plainly and hid nothing about his resentment towards the topic. That must have been what had drawn the Deva to him. In fury, there could only be honesty.

But that voice... It was calm, collected and confident. While there was still passion in it, the anger was focused like a laser. Wes knew he was on the precipice of winning. Jarrod only hoped that would cause his anger to abate somewhat. Maybe bring him to his senses. He glanced over to Leopold, wondering if that was the demon hunter's plan.

The two-headed demon seized the hunter and shoved him roughly down the Avenue. Desmond followed, his eyes wild and a big grin on his face. They completely ignored Jarrod. The biker followed them at a distance, wary of the eyes of the other demons milling about on him. He could sense the anger in their red eyes but he couldn't tell what they were even pissed about.

The trees at the far end of the Avenue gave way and formed a long hallway of wood and dense foliage for them. It was only a short walk to their destination. Again, Jarrod was struck by the beauty of his surroundings and chilled by their dark portents. A large, circular dome of leaves hung above them, the layers of leaves thinner than anywhere else. This allowed natural sunlight to stream through the white and green membranes to delicately cascade into the circular hall. The majority of the area was taken by a large pool filled with odd white water. At first, Jarrod thought it was cum but the water was far too fluid for that to be the case.

Sprouting from the centre of the well was an enormous flower. White petals as big as entire trucks and likely as strong as steel lay spread open over the pool. Flesh, white tendrils snaked out from the centre of the plant where a cushion-like core rested. Wesley lounged at the centre of the flower, the tentacles gently massaging his massive, muscular, furry body while also feeding off his huge, throbbing dick.

"Welcome back, Dead Man," Wesley rumbled.

Leopold took a deep breath and stepped forward away from the two-headed demon. "My name is-"

"You will wait to fucking talk!" barked Wesley, fangs bared. And just like that, an inferno was started and Wesley's calm, red eyes were filled with rage again. "You think you can come into_my_ town and start fucking things up!? I didn't ask for this!"

"But you accepted it. I know there is still -"

WHAM!

Leopold's eyes widened and he doubled over. The tentacle buried in his gut pulled back, its blunt head still doing enough damage to wind the experienced hunter.

"No talking!" shouted the demon. "I didn't ask for this and I'm going to make the best out it. I know that your army is gonna come and attack my Garden. I know it! So I'll built my own army and will let them come to me! I'll turn each and every one of those fucking assholes into demons just like me!"

"There_is_ no army!" Leopold grimaced through clenched teeth. "It's just me and one other. I haven't called anyone yet and neither has he."

Wesley seethed and crossed his arms. "But more of you will be coming."

"If anything happens to me," answered the hunter between gasps. "There is still a way to save you. You've still got a human soul. If you'll just let me -"

"I didn't ask for this!" Wesley growled. "But that doesn't mean I don't like it." He rose just as Jarrod's heart sank. "You're just like all those teachers and 'friends' back in school. Trying to stick their noses where they don't belong. I_like_ who I am! I like who I've become! You have_no right_ to tell me how to live!" He huffed loudly and glanced towards Jarrod. "I should've run off with you earlier, Uncle Jar. But my fucking parents..." He growled and shook his head. "They're next."

Jarrod's eyes widened in shock and he barely managed to squeak out the words, "What do you mean 'next'?"

His nephew grinned maliciously as he began striding down the flower. The tentacles of the plant began sweeping in front of him, forming a constantly moving staircase for his descent. "Once I turn the Dead Men into demons, I'm gonna turn all of Angelton into guys just like me." He spread his arms wide. "You have_no idea_how good it feels to get all riled up and then blow your load, Uncle Jar. It feels fucking_great_! And the world is just full of anger! Angelton likes to_pretend_ it's all peaceful and nice but deep down, everyone is an asshole. Assholes will piss off one another eventually.That's where I'll pounce. I just need to find out what ticks them off." His red eyes glinted with evil. "And I'll start with my parents."

"You would turn your own parents against one another just so you could feed on their anger?" Leopold hissed.

"I said no talking!" shouted Wesley. A tentacle lashed out and struck Leopold's cheek, sending him sprawling right beside Jarrod. The biker grabbed the hunter's underarms, hoisting him up to his feet.

"Wes..." Desmond rumbled softly. "I thought you said I'd be the first..."

"Desmond, no!" Leopold exclaimed. "Don't do this! You're better than this!"

He was ignored as Wesley approached Desmond, the tentacles on his back curling around Desmond's strong forearms and waist.

"I'm going to turn everyone else into those mindless Thralls I have out there," Wesley said, nodding past him in the direction of the Avenue. "You though..." He pulled himself closer to Desmond, their mighty chests pressing against one another. Desmond shuddered as the close contact. Then there was a loud ripping noise and the lumberjack gasped. Jarrod's eyes went to Desmond's rear. Wesley's tentacles had pierced the denim and pushed themselves deep into their victim's ass.

"Oooooh fuck..." Desmond moaned.

Wesley grinned and took Desmond's big, meaty hand. "Come on. You and I are gonna have some fun." He shot Leopold a dark look, knowing full well this act would drive Leopold either to hopelessness or anger.

"Goddamnit, Desmond!" Leopold bellowed, struggling to his feet. He shoved Jarrod back. "Don't do this! You're an_Angel_! Not a demon! Resist!" He charged forward but the two-headed demon was suddenly in front of him and a mighty fist was digging deep into his gut.

Jarrod could only watch, helpless as Wesley led the Deva up to the flower, Desmond's eyes half-closed and his lips parted slightly in lust. Desmond's movements were almost zombie-like as Wesley's tentacles deftly removed his shirt and the remnants of his pants, leaving him almost completely nude save for his heavy work boots. As they reached the cushiony core of the flower, Wesley's two upper tentacles slipped into Desmond's mouth, the bear of a man eagerly suckling on them for nourishment, his cheeks flushed red with lust.

Wesley pushed Desmond onto his hands and knees, bending the bigger man over. He levelled his massive, black cock at the man's loosened ass and retracted his tentacles. He bent down towards his hairy rear, burying his canine muzzle into the hole. Desmond moaned his hips bucking with his beer-can thick five inch dick throbbing and dripping fluids onto the flower's core. Loud slurping noises filled the dome, loud enough for even Jarrod to hear. Desmond's moans grew louder even with his mouth consumed by two tentacles as Wesley lapped at the man's ass, providing ample lubrication for what was to come next.

Once satisfied, the Anger Demon stood up and angled his huge, meaty dick at the exposed hole. Without ceremony, he shoved a good portion of his length right into the exposed human. Desmond's eyes widened, tears welling up in the corners of his eyes from a mix of pleasure and pain as he was penetrated. Wesley then thrust his cock deeper and deeper into Desmond with a fury that could not be matched by any mortal man. Loud, animalistic grunts left the black and white demon as his red eyes flared with unholy power. With two tentacles still free now that they weren't loosening his victim's ass, Wesley guided those two tendrils around Desmond's waist towards the lumberjack's throbbing dick. One gently caressed Desmond's balls and the other curled around the thick length and began stroking more and more precum out of him.

All pain left Desmond's face as his eyes closed and he gave himself to the pleasure of the moment.

Jarrod's eyes widened and his throat went dry. There was something unbelievably erotic about watching his nephew fuck such a big guy like Desmond and he couldn't believe he was getting hard watching the two go at it like wild animals. Before he even knew what he was doing, he was rubbing himself through his pants, letting out a soft grunt as Wesley hilted into Desmond. From his angle, he could see the enormous fleshy bulb that was Wesley's knot ramming hard into Desmond's ass, demanding entry. All the while a river of precum was pouring out of Desmond, more than was humanly possible. A waterfall of the clear fluids was cascading down the man's hairy legs, sourced from Wes' incessant banging.

Desmond's face scrunched up in concentration. Every muscle in his body became hard as rock, pushing up against his skin. Every group of his muscles swelled like he had just hit the gym for three hours straight, sweat rolling off his mountainous lats and flicking off his deltoids. His entire body shuddered madly, ever hair on his chest and arms getting soaked in his sweat and sprinkling onto the flower like rain . This very same combination of sweat and hair carried an alluring musk into the air that reached Jarrod even from his distance.

Wesley pounded Desmond's ass with increasing ferocity. He was frothing in the mouth, long drips of saliva splashing down his muzzle and dripping across Desmond's bare back. The glowing green veins all over his body pulsated, pressing up even against his fur. These same veins began appearing all over Desmond's body, rolling up his chest and back to form an impressive, symmetrical design. As Wesley continued to ravage Desmond he pumped more of his demonic his taint throughout the Deva's entire body.

Wes suddenly gave one last powerful thrust, his fangs bared and a tremendous roar erupting from his throat. His knot slammed into Desmond's ass but there was a limit to how much the weak, human frame could take. Still, the Anger Demon pumped his hot seed straight into the man, never once letting the usual comfort of afterglow strike him down. He snarled and growled with every shot of seed his pumped deep into Desmond and dug his claws into Desmond's bare flesh.

Jarrod quivered. He was so hard. He found it hard to breathe with that amazing aroma in the air and couldn't help but let out a soft moan. He needed to cum_so_ badly.

The two-headed demon chuckled deeply, his own twin dicks erect. "Hey boss, looks like your uncle's gettin' in the mood. Ya want me to help him out?"

"No!" Wesley growled. Even after orgasming so hard, the big demon was still brimming with energy. He pulled out of Desmond, leaving the lumberjack to crumble forward on his hands and knees, panting. "He is not to be turned."

Jarrod wanted to demand why he was to remain human if the rest of Angelton was going to be turned when he realised just how stupid that sounded. Whatever that smell was in the air, it was affecting his thoughts. He remembered his brother, just how happily married they were, and he could not - would not - let that marriage crumble even if it was by his favourite nephew.

A loud groaning came from Desmond and Jarrod's attention was brought back to the hunched over man. Desmond's teeth were clenched and his eyes squeezed shut. His entire both was shaking. With every quake, it seemed that every muscle in his body was flexing but never relaxing. His biceps surged in size before freezing in place and then pumping up once more. The veins across his chest danced across his shoulders but didn't stream down his arms or legs. Jarrod could actually see them undulating and pulsating with blood.

Desmond began to let out a loud rumbling noise and bent forward, exposing his back to those watching. The flesh across his muscled back began to shift and change, lumps dancing across his already taut skin like there was something moving beneath a tight piece of tarp. As Desmond's groaning grew louder and louder, those lumps positioned themselves in two rows along his spine, eight of them in total. He let out a loud grunt and he flexed his already broad back. Muscles surged beneath his skin as his lats surged outwards. He was left panting with a sudden grown and his eyes snapped open, irises glowing red.

"No..." Leopold whispered.

The transforming man threw his head back and let out a tremendous, ear splitting roar. His face contorted and twisted; jaw surging outwards and pulling his nose out in front to a long, slim muzzle decorated by sharp fangs. White fur sprouted all over the length of his muzzle and swept down his face. His ears seemed to try and retreat from his morphing head. The fur chased them all the way to the top of his head where they quickly began to engulf it. Inch by inch, the bits of pink, human flesh were cornered to the tip of the ear where it desperately tried to keep away. But the white fur completely overwhelmed what little skin was left,, changing the entire length into two, pointed ears sitting atop a canine head.

Desmond let out another triumphant roar and with it, eight massive tendrils erupted from his back, spraying sticky white fluids out of their pointed tips. Four of the tentacles were tipped with the same canine-like tips as the cocks of these demons while the other four looked more human in their rounded, mushroom-like ends. Desmond slammed his fists into the cushion of the flower with another growl. With the use of his new muscles, the demonic corruption was encouraged to spread down his head down to his chest and over his arms. His dark brown chest fur thickened into a sizable, black pelt while the rest of his body was covered in a milky white coating. Despite the dark fur, the veins across his chest and back were still very visible as they glowed and throbbed against his canvass of muscles.

The newly formed demon huffed and reached down towards his cock. He didn't even get to within an inch of it before his five inch human length surged forward and met his clawed fingers, changing into a throbbing, black, canine dick to match Wesley's. Loud, angry huffs came from his massive chest as he shamelessly began jerking his thick meat over and over again, each pump increasing its size and girth. His change spread further and further across his back and body, his rump thickening and legs pumping with enough mass to carry his impressive upper body.

Desmond suddenly threw his head back and let out a howl. Jarrod was stunned by the sudden change of tune and then saw the cause of the demon's cry of ecstasy. Wesley, his cock still fully erect, had re-entered the demon, knot and all. His nephew was wildly fucking the demon once more and the two were madly gyrating. Even Wesley seemed to be enjoying himself as his tentacles wrapped around Desmon's legs and arms for stability. At the same time, Desmond's pointed tentacles curled around Wesley's head and stuffed themselves into his muzzle, pumping white fluids into his creator. Perhaps out of respect, the remaining four didn't penetrate Wesley and just showered them both in a constant rain of white fluids similar to the liquid in the pool.

The scent in the air grew stronger and stronger and Jarrod was finding it very hard to stay on his feet. All the blood was rushing to his dick and he was shaking with need. His hand was groping his cock through his pants, desperate to get off.

Desmond let out another mighty roar and got up, towering over Wesley at a tremendous twelve feet tall. He used his superior weight to pushed Wesley backwards into the cushiony, flower's core but remained speared on his progenitor's cock. His legs were the last things remaining human about him even with their increased size. But as he used his strength to spear himself over and over again on Wesley's dick, the tanned, human flesh became covered in white fur and his large feet cracked and shifted as black claws jutted out of his toes.

Both demons suddenly let out a tremendous roar loud enough to throw Jarrod onto his back and quivering. The biker squeezed his eyes shut and bucked his hips. The pleasure of orgasm hit him just as it erupted out of Desmond and Wesley. His seed soaked into his denim jeans. Desmond's huge, two foot long dick shot his pure, white demonic seed all over his chest just as Wesley's filled him in turn, sealing his fate as a demon. The three men were taken in the pleasure of orgasm for a good five minutes before Jarrod's human body couldn't give any more. The biker slumped into the ground, his eyes fluttered shut as he passed out.

Leopold's shoulder slumped as he watched Jarrod fade and could only pray for him. The poor man would be another victim soon enough and as he watched Desmond the Deva fall into demonic corruption, he felt his own hopes fade. The petals of the large flower then began curl in around the coupling demons to give them some semblance of privacy even as they continued fucking each other madly.. But even as the petals shut around them, their seed continued to pour out of the small gaps in the flower and into the well around them.

"You are all going to go to hell," he sneered between clenched teeth.

The two-headed demon snorted and picked him up easily by the back of his coat. "We'd like to see you try, little man."

WHACK!

Demon he may have been, but the two-headed dog was still a man and a swift kick to the nuts was all it took to cause the monster to immediately release Leopold and drop him to the ground. Leopold rolled onto the ground and came up into a crouch. He had hoped to at least talk some sense to Wesley but there was no human left in him. Now, his only chance was to call for the army that the demon feared. He spun around and bolted straight towards the forest, abandoning Jarrod where the biker lay.

He had escaped this forest once and he was sure he could do it again. Heart racing, he charged through thick underbrush and weaved between the ghostly white trees, constantly glancing over his shoulder for any would-be pursuers. When no vines came or demonic howls rose, he began to grow suspicious.

He slowed his run, his nerve son edge and every muscle in his body ready to bolt at a moment's notice. Still, he continued to make his way through the forest until...

... the forest abruptly ended.

And what met him... was a true sight of horror.

"No..." he whispered, felling to his knees. "This can't be...No!"

It was Angelton... only overgrown with all sorts of foliage and demonic growths. Entire houses had been broken in to, vines shooting inside each building and shattering walls to get at the humans and their souls inside. Cars were overturned and entire yards turned wild and uninhabitable.

"NO!" Leopold roared. "You bastards! I'll fucking kill you! I'll kill all of you!"

He threw his hands into the air in rage blind to the fact that white hairs had already begun to spring up across his skin.

_ Calm _

'I never knew Russ held so much resentment for me until the day that Rampage brought all his frustration and hatred to light, using it to fuel his anger and turning it against me. I will confess that at that time, I had been taking advantage of him. I kept replaying the_Divine Comedy _in my head and to me, he was my Virgil, just a guide. But when he raged and ranted at me and turned into an Anger Demon, I felt the spark of fury in me, trying to tell me to blame Russ for this, to argue that I didn't force him to be by my side or that nothing was stopping him from killing me to be on his way. And then I came to a realisation. Something that I was far too blind to see. That realisation just soothed the anger in me because it is a fire that burns far brighter than any inferno of rage.'

---

The sun had set and Russ returned to the kitchen. Flash was already there, looking just as worried as when they had split up an hour ago to search for Dante.

"Any sign of him?" the big Hellhound asked.

"No," Flash whimpered softly. "Maybe he cast some sort of invisibly spell or something?"

"I would've sensed it. He's just not in the house." He crossed his arms and looked around worriedly. "Where could he have gone? I'm sure he felt that burst of demonic energy as well... He should know better than to wander off at a time like this..."

"You don't think he tried to go after the demon by himself, do you?"

Russ certainly hoped not. He had thought to give Dante some peace to mull over his thoughts and when he wasn't raging so much, that was when he would speak to him. However, just an hour ago, they felt a tremendous burst of demonic energy coming from the forests. He immediately went to the Lodestone Map and met with Flash. When Dante didn't arrive, he quickly activated the map and noticed the_enormous_ patch of white hot anger hovering over the western forests. Considering how Dante had been furious, both Hellhound wondered if that was him but it was just_too_ big and it was growing.

Now that Dante wasn't in the house...

The front door suddenly opened and shut quickly. They heard padded footsteps rushing towards them and Dante called out their name. Relief washed over Russ as the black Hellhound entered the kitchen, panting.

"Did you guys feel that?" Dante asked.

"Yeah," Flash responded, immediately heading over and gripping his shoulder tightly. "Where have you been?"

Dante growled at him and knocked his paws away. "None of your business." He shot Russ a piercing look that caused even the big and experienced Hellhound to whimper. "I'd rather not deal with this right now. We've got a new demon to deal with. Are you two going to be able to keep it in your metaphorical pants or should I leave you two to fuck and deal with this bastard myself?"

Russ exchanged glances with Flash before speaking. "Dante... the demon is an Anger Demon. You need to keep your cool."

The young Hellhound snorted and averted his gaze. "Fine. I promise to put this on pause for now." He whirled back around towards Flash and jabbed a finger at his chest. "But this isn't over. The moment we put this guy in his place, we're going to have a talk about this!"

Flash let out a short laugh. "What are you? My dad?"

Russ winced loudly. He could almost_hear_ the bomb as it fell and exploded setting ablaze thousands of innocent lives.

"And you'd like that, wouldn't you?" Dante sneered. "You want me to put on some leather bondage gear, get a whip and stuff my dick down your throat as you choke out 'Daddy please' over and over again!?" Before Flash could respond, however, Dante squeezed his eyes shut and massaged his forehead. And just like that, the inferno abated into a simmering flame. "You know what, we have a demon to put in place. We'll deal with this later."

Dante turned and marched off to the library, no doubt to read up on Anger Demons. Flash glanced over his shoulder at Russ, a worried look on his face.

"Should we really be fighting an Anger Demon with Dante pissed like that?"

Russ couldn't quite put his finger on it but he felt like something changed in Dante. It was the way he returned focus to fighting the demon. Like he was confronting his anger instead of just letting it stew. Something told him that a No One had intervened. Perhaps it was that little twang of relief that he felt coming from Virgil no matter how distant his soulmate was.

"You know what?" he said. "I think he'll be fine." Then he glanced over at Flash with one eyebrow raised. "Be honest, if Dante were to put on leather bondage gear, would you raise your tail."

"I'd raise my tail to him anyway," admitted his red pup though judging by the flush of colour on his cheeks, perhaps there was more truth in the matter. Though it pained him that they were still not being entirely honest with one another in terms of their feelings, he realised it had barely been three weeks since they had embarked on this adventure. To get to the same spot with Virgil had taken years in Hell.

He told Flash to get himself ready which usually involved downing gallons of Dante's milk to give him enough power to supply his Hellfire. Russ, however, needed to make his own preparations. As much as he loved and trusted Dante, the interference of a No One could_not_ be trusted. They were wildcards, after all.

Dante was in the library poring over the Lodestone Map with a frown on his face. A huge chunk of white anger now dominated the map, bigger than any other emotion out there. There were growing pieces of negative emotion as well. A black well of despair sat within the suburbs, a blue island of fear sat around the psychiatric asylum and though it was not thought of that much, there was the pink of lust around the red light district though it was relatively small in comparison.

"I know you said we need to talk about this after we dealt with the demon," Russ said, positioning himself opposite to Dante from across the map. "But we need to get at least something out of the way."

"Is this... hope?" Dante asked, pointing at a golden pinprick of light amidst the dark colours. It was sitting within the town, likely in one of the stores.

"Don't change the subject, Dan," Russ said, waving a paw over the map and immediately deactivating it. "I'm not going to lie. I love both of you and Flash like my own pups. And I've been a demon long enough to want to fuck your brains out and to be double-stuffed by both of you so I can bear your pups. Hell, I came from ancient times when incest was a common thing. If you think about all the Greek and Roman gods out there, quite a few of them are the product of incest. Some, even murder."

Dante shot him a piercing look and Russ quickly changed the subject.

"But I'm not here to justify boning one another and the family fun time we can have. I know that modern society wouldn't smile on us if we brought such a relationship to the world and I know you think I'm betraying my Virgil by sleeping with both of you." He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "But you have to believe me when I say that I find myself happier with each day that I spend with both of you. I lost my family and the idea of starting a new one with you guys, something I could never do with Virgil, it just let my heart soar. I'm not saying I don't care what you think. I want you to want this too. But I'm not going to give up my chance to be happy again with you two." He slammed a fist into the table. "I'm going to do everything I can to convince you that the future we saw in Flash's soul is the right one for us."

"For us or for you?" Dante replied venomously.

"For us."

"Really? Because it sounds to me like we're just doing what you want. You want this. You and Flash both do. But have you even asked what_I_ want?"

Russ wasn't so easily deterred. This was the kind of mental and emotional sparring that he and Virgil often engaged in while they were travelling. "You want kids. You told Flash, right? You want a complete family again? We can have that."

Dante was silent for a moment. Something in his bright, green eyes spoke of his encounter with the No Ones. It was just something Russ picked up on after having dealt with them often enough to see the signs. To most people, it wouldn't be evident, perhaps just a flicker of self-doubt. But some No Ones left a trail; a certain brand of emptiness. Where most people, and even demons, were a swirl of negative emotions, to be touched by a No One meant that there would be bands of negative space within the auras. Sort of like when coloured oil is dipped into water and then soap is gently traced through it. The oil would pull away and stay away from the soap.

He knew what H2's trail looked like. It was always chaotic and wild, no visible pattern in it. R3 never left a trail. But A11... his always looked like star-like patterns, sort of like looking at a nebula.

"You spoke with A11 the Ascended, didn't you?" he said.

Dante's eyes flicked up to him, his anger fading. "How'd you know?"

"No Ones sort of have a trail when they feel like leaving it." Russ laughed softly and rubbed his head. "The only reason they ever leave it is to screw with you." He pulled up a chair and sat across the map from Dante. "So what did the big lightbulb tell you?"

"Lightbulb?"

"Oh, he didn't use his crazy god-like form? Normally, A11 looked like this tall, robed guy wielding a staff and floating in mid-air. His whole head radiates this immense light that isn't actually blinding but you just_know_ it should be. The only thing you can really make out are his eyes but even those are white." His words had sparked Dante's curiosity and the young demon grabbed another chair and sat down, a little closer to Russ than before. "In fact, each No One sort of has this thing where you can't see their faces. At least in their 'official' form."

"But Amadeus and Havoc came to us looking human..." Dante protested.

"That's because they wanted to look human. Their_real_ forms are different. I know there's this No One, one of the most powerful, controls Space. He looks like a human who wears this big, blue cloak with a hood over his face. No matter what angle you look at him, you can't see inside the cloak except for his blue eyes. In reality, he's actually a huge dragon. Havoc is apparently a werewolf and his official form is this guy covered in bandages where you can't see his face. The No One of Death has a mask and looks like a feline of some sort with wings but his fur pattern constantly changes. T13 the No One of Time is covered in armour all the time and with R3, when he takes his helmet off he'll adopt the facial features and vocal patterns of the one person you want to see at that given moment."

"Wow..." Dante frowned and rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Why do you think they never want people to see who they really are?"

Glad that his pup was at least calming down somewhat, Russ said, "Because they are no one. They are outside our laws and technically no longer exist. But you hear rumours." Russ snorted. "I actually heard this rumour that R3, the big head honcho of the No Ones, is a wolf anthro, kind of like us. But something happened to him in his life that caused his tail to be ripped right off."

At those words, Dante winced and grabbed his own tail protectively. "Really?"

"It's why R3 is never seen with a tail, apparently. Though given all his power I suspect he could just make himself a new one." Russ shrugged. "It's just a rumour though." Feeling a little daring, Russ said, "I fact, I heard that he actually has_two_dads from different universes. And that one of his dads and his boyfriend actually live with him, helping him run his 'consultation agency' and still gets him to bend over and get fucked. And his grandfather is actually another No One but I don't know which and he too gets in on the action."

He watched Dante's expression closely and when his pup didn't explode like a super volcano, he mentally let out a sigh of relief.

"It's not the whole incest thing, you know," Dante murmured softly. "It wasn't even the fact that_you_ may have given birth to my child or I yours." He looked up sheepishly at Russ. "Honestly, I'd be proud to bear the child of the mighty Hercules."

For a brief moment, Russ' heart was filled with warmth. Then he remembered there was a 'but' coming around the corner and he braced himself.

"Is it the fact that you, me and Flash are in a three-way relationship?"

Dante shook his head. "No. We're already in that kind of relationship. We just never really made it official."

"Then what is it?" Russ asked. He reached over and gently grabbed Dante's paw. "You can tell me, Dante. I love you."

"And I love you too, Russ," answered his pup. "I mean, when I got all horny because of that cursed book, you're the first one I came to." His eyes drifted downwards. "But... I don't know if Flash loves me."

"Of course he does! He invited you to his house on the first day, remember? Then he let you fuck him? Yes, it was induced by that medallion you're wearing but still..." He pointed at the wolf's head pendant that Dante wore.

"I know. But... he's never said it to me."

"Said what?" Then it hit Russ. "He's never said, 'I love you' to you? That can't be true. I'm sure he has!"

Dante shook his head again. "No. Not once. Ever. I've told him many times how much I love him but not once has he ever actually said it back." He sighed, his paw tightening around Russ'. "And I think that's really why I've been so angry at you two. All he's ever done with me is, at most, cuddle. But in his dreams, you and he are pounding it out over and over again. You're in his fantasies. Even when I'm there, I have to share it with you. I guess... It just felt I was sharing him with you and he still picked you over me."

Fighting off his instincts to protest, Russ gave Dante's words some consideration. Whether or not it was true, he could see in Dante's eyes that the young Hellhound honestly believed that Flash had not once reciprocated the darker Hellhound gave. At least to the same level that Flash had shown Russ. Flash may have confessed it to Russ but coming if he were to tell Dante that, it would be meaningless.

"I don't suppose if I go fetch him right now and tell him to profess his love to you, it wouldn't make things better," Russ offered.

Dante shook his head sadly. "Sorry. Damage is done. I honestly don't know how he could possibly make things better." He gave Russ a sad smile. "Honestly, I'm happy for you two. Flash needed an affectionate father figure and you need someone else to replace grandpa." His fingers slipped away from Russ' paw. "I guess I just don't fit in with that picture."

"Dante..."

"Maybe when I find grandpa,we'll get together..." he murmured bitterly. His melancholy didn't last long. Both Hellhounds suddenly felt a rush of demonic energy wash over them, causing their fur to stand on end and both of them to sit up straight in shock. It was so powerful and lacked so much subtly that he could taste the anger in the air; that sour but slightly sweet flavour that left a burning sensation in his mouth.

"That was not good..." Dante muttered, immediately activating the Lodestone Map once more. His eyes widened in terror. The large white blotch of anger had started to spread into the suburbs, slowly creeping towards town. He immediately got to his feet. "We have to go.Now."

Glad at least that Dante was not raging at them, Russ was nonetheless worried about his young pup's psyche. Battling demons required strong emotional and mental fortitude. Russ got up and decided to trust his pup. Dante was as strong as Virgil in many respects. The Anger Demon wouldn't be able to get a hold of him.

At least... he hoped so.

*******

"What was that?" Des rumbled, propping himself up on his big, meaty arms.

Wesley grunted in annoyance and pulled the tentacle that Des was using to feed him out of his muzzle. The Deva was full of such fury that feeding off him was simply intoxicating. The raw, liquid anger was something he didn't want to share with the rest of the Garden. It was all his.

"It's just that hunter going crazy. Asshole is raging and ranting and keeps expelling his power. He'll tire out soon."

"No," Des growled, his hackles rising. His tentacles slowly uncurled from around Wesley leaving the young demon feeling oddly cold without their warm, pulsating lengths around him. The two that was shoved deep into his ass pulled out and he grunted in annoyance. He felt empty and hungry without them. "It's not him. There's someone coming."

"Yeah there is," Wesley snickered, reaching around the big, burly demon and seizing the throbbing dick before him.

"I'm serious!" Des whirled around to him, fangs bared. "Get your head out of your fucking dick. Listen to the Garden."

The show of insolence triggered the flames in Wesley and he immediately rose. Though Des was much taller, his partner was kneeling so he had a moment where he was looming over the other demon. "You don't get to talk to me like that! I_made_ you! Fuck, I'm still stronger than you!" To prove his point, he violently shoved two tentacles into Des' ass, another curled around the demon's dick and the last, whipped around Des' muzzle, clamping it shut. Des desperately tried to counter, his own tentacles snapping and whipping around in protest but the demon was one of Wesley's progeny. And just as Wesley could control the Garden, he too could control Des' body.

"Now..." Wesley sneered as Des looked up to him with pleading eyes. "Do you remember your fucking place?"

The bigger demon nodded in submission. Wesley grunted as he pumped his anger into his balls, feeling it bleed out of his body and leave it feeling cool, calm and refreshed. This feeling quickly faded as the burning need of release erupted in his cock. With a gasp, he showered Des with his demonic seed, filled with his anger. Des' own dick drooled precum in excitement at the food offer to him but remained helpless as Wesley kept his jaws clamped shut. Des struggled, desperate to lap up every drop of the precious cum. Only when he let out a whimper did Wesley release him. Wesley grinned as the larger Anger Demon gripped his balls with one, big paw and began suckling on his dick, milking the cum out of him straight off the tap.

The moment of clarity that came after the raging inferno of hatred did offer Wesley a moment to reach out into the forest. Desmond had been right. There were intruders. But they weren't like the labourers that he had changed or those suburban families that were now just falling under his control. No... they were very different.

But he would never admit that to Des.

He closed his eyes, sinking one of his tentacles into the ground and connecting himself to the network. So many of his Thralls were already connected and they were eagerly doing his bidding, nothing more now that vague shadows of their former selves with their souls being used to feed the Garden as a whole. Collin and Wallace were overseeing them as they sprayed their cum into the forest, leaving pools of white seed that sank into the ground and corrupted the forest. In the meantime, Leopold was trapped in his own Hell. Wesley was proud of that construction. He shaped the trees to the point where they looked just like his home suburb, a little replica of the houses littering his street but dilapidated and looking like demons had crushed it. Leopold stalked the streets, looking to kill any intruders in his Ruins of Rage. Whether or not he even truly remembered his purpose was beyond the point. His rage had consumed him.

But these intruders. They were concerning. Something they were doing was cutting through his forest with ease, burning away his hard work and rage. It infuriated him but that did not last very long as Des continued to draw strength from him, keeping his mind cool and collected.

Still connected to the network, Wesley searched for Collin and Wallace. He found the duo arguing, as they always were, near the Avenue of Ire. He didn't really care what they were arguing about. They were blinded to the long, vine that snaked up behind them. Only when Wesley shoved it up their ass, connecting them personally to him, did they realise what was happening.

"Shut the fuck up, you two," he growled."We've got company."

The two took a moment to throw a few more angry barbs at one another before they finally responded.

"More goons that the mayor sent?" Wallace sneered.

"No. Something else. Something's cutting through our forest really quickly. They're heading your way. Make sure they don't get much farther and punish them for hurting my Garden."

"I'll fuck them right up," Collin growled.

"We'll fuck them right up," Wallace corrected. "We're fused together, idiot."

"I'm the one pulling all the weight around here. You fused with_me. I was always bigger!"_

"The fuck you talking about!? I was always the brains! You can't move your body without any brains!"

Wesley withdrew from the two, shaking his head. Their constant arguing was getting on his nerves but thankfully, his frustration was drawn out of him by Desmond's affectionate suckling. He reached over and cupped the base of Desmond's head, letting out a sigh of contentment as his anger was washed away in a flood of his cum.

He stole a glance to the right where his Uncle Jarrod was lying in a flower of his own, the tentacles of the plant pleasuring him. They couldn't corrupt him, however. His uncle was not filled with anger. Wesley didn't want him changed into a demon, anyway. He just couldn't wrap his mind around fucking his beloved Uncle.

Now fucking his bastard of a father though...

******

There was something hauntingly beautiful about the ghostly white, corrupted forest. The tree trunks where all an eerie white colour and it contrasted well with the green leaves that they sprouted. Their roots crawled across the soft, brown ground like veins barely concealed by the underbrush. The entire forest almost seemed_alive_ with every rustle of the branches like a deep breath and the foliage like fur. For the first time since beginning this adventure, he felt like he was invading some demon's domain and he was severely out of place.

Flash kept a constant blast of black Hellfire in front of them, burning away the demonic corruption and leaving the bark brown, the foliage green and the ground untouched by the writhing anger. Dante dared a glance over his shoulder and was somewhat relieved to find that the eerie white hadn't healed over the damage that they had done. It seemed that Flash's Hellfire was good at dealing some permanent damage.

Too bad that applied to Flash himself.

Dante cursed himself mentally and pushed away those thoughts. He could not afford to get angry not when they were facing an Anger Demon. How Virgil had ever managed to just let go of his rage was a mystery to him. Though from what he remembered of his grandfather, Virgil was never one to bear a grudge and was rarely angry. In fact, the only times he ever saw his grandfather angry was whenever the experienced adventurer was wearing the fang necklace...

That necklace...

"Huh..." he murmured. "I think I know who the Anger Demon is."

Russ, who was trailing behind him, gently gripped his shoulder. "Really? Who?"

"Wesley Washington. He's sort of the school outcast. Doesn't like to deal with people. Punk kind of guy. He and I were partnered up for a science project before this all happened then he cornered my at my locker. He took the necklace and the scarf..." He rubbed the back of his head. "Though I guess he could've given the necklace away and this could be anyone else..."

"We'll find out soon enough, Dan," Russ said softly. He wrapped his arms tightly around Dante's shoulders, their strong, brimming muscle and soft fur filling Dante with warmth and affection. "And just so you know, this isn't your fault."

He was reminded of that terrible sight just at the forest entrance of those abandoned heavy machinery, torn clothing and evidence of struggle. Even now as they delved deeper into the forest, they could see some trucks and even a backhoe that had been carried by thick vines into the dense trees. Some were even suspended high above their heads. If he had just been careful with the box, none of this would have happened.

He pushed back the anger he felt towards himself and shrugged Russ' arms off, pressing forward without a word.

Within a few moments, Flash's torrent of black fire burned through the dense forest, giving way to a long clearing. Dante was again struck by the incredibly beauty of this place even if it was a den of anger. A sea of white leaves covered the entire ground while towering white trees clanked the perfectly straight path from one end of the avenue to the other, each one like a stoic column holding up the canopy of branches and leaves high above them. The mural of green and slivers of light was hauntingly beautiful even though it was broken by dozens of man-sized pods that were split open and dripping stick, white fluids down to the forest floor.

He heard rustling behind them. Demons began emerging from the forest, slowly advancing. Each of them was enormous, about as big as Flash. They all possessed thick, scraggy white fur with varying colours of hair between their thin, pointed ears and a similar colour of chest fur that formed a crest and a treasure trail. Dante guessed that the varying colours were some sort of sick tribute to what their human forms had once been. Just like Flash, they were all ripped. However, one thing they had on Flash was just how vascular they were. Thick, green veins cut through even their fur, winding up their large skull-crushing paws and up their arms or rising up from their massive feet to their thighs. The veins were almost like vines, really, letting of soft, pulsating glows in tandem with their heavy breaths. Sprouting from their backs were four green tentacles. Though they missed any suckers, they tendrils still looked like they were more than capable of gripping people... or penetrating them.

Russ protectively pushed Dante away from the edge of the clearing, a deep threatening growl rising from his throat. More demons were coming out of the woods, slowly forming a circle around them. Leaves began descending from above and Dante glanced upwards. Something huge and fast was swinging through the trees. That something came hurtling towards the ground and -

WHAM!

Landed just a few feet from Flash, making the crimson Hellhound jump back in surprise.

The creature was massive and similar to the other Anger Demons but different as well. The beast was at least twice as tall and with muscles that matched his size. The veins all over his arms and legs were probably as big as firehoses and pumped blood so loudly through his form that Dante could_hear_ it flowing. The monster's broad shoulders were even bigger than Russ'. They had to be to support the two, canine heads sitting side by side, red eyes flashing at them. A wild brown mane ran down its two heads, tipped with blond. The same colouration decorated the thick patches of fur on its arms and legs. A strong aroma of lemons and sugar mixed with manly musk hung like a cloud around the demon. Strangely enough, this beast didn't possess the tentacles like the other demons. Though those arms were big enough to compensate.

"Oh no..." Russ murmured softly, holding Dante close to him. "This isn't good..."

"What? This guy?" Flash snorted confidently, black Hellfire shooting from his nostrils. "I can take him."

"I don't think you can. This 'guy' is actually two guys."

Dante angled his head back to stare at Russ in surprise. "They_fused_ into one?"

Russ nodded grimly and stepped forward, positioning himself directly between the two pups and the leader.

"Okay buddy," Cerberus said evenly. "I don't know how you got roped into this or why you're so pissed but you have to trust me when I say -"

WHAM!

A mighty fist slammed into Russ' cheek, sending the massive Hellhound soaring through the crowd of demons and crashing against a tree trunk. Dante had never seen any demon actually take down Russ in a single blow before. His heart stopped for a brief moment as Russ lay still against the tree. It restarted when he saw his mentor growled, wipe his chin and slowly get up.

"The fuck did you do that for, dickwad!?"

The demand came from a surprising source. The right-mounted head was snapping at the one on the left.

"I ain't gonna sit by and let you play with your food, shit-for-brains!" growled the other head. "I wanna beat these guys before they do anything stupid!"

"You're just fucking horny and want to stick your dick in that big one's ass!" For emphasis, the right head reached down and gripped the two, erect, black, canine dicks that were dripping precum between their legs.

The opposing head moaned but quickly shook the thoughts out before snapping at his partner. "They're our dicks, fucker. And you're just as horny as I am!"

"You can't blame me! None of these pussies are big enough to be fucked!" The right head waved at the other, much smaller demons around them. He licked his lips and glanced over to Russ. "But that big one though... Oooh yeah..."

"Finally agree on something, Col." The left-mounted head turned to the other Anger Demons. "Get these two into pods."

Tentacles suddenly snapped out from all around them and wrapped around Dante's arms and legs. He was lifted boldly into the air, above the crowd of Anger Demons. Flash was similarly restrained but when he tried to blow Hellfire at the tentacles, several of those fleshy vines wrapped around his muzzle and clamped it shut. They both tried to struggle but the tentacles were strong, just as strong as an arm.

Dante could only watch helplessly as the big two-headed demon approached a recovering Russ. He screamed out Russ' name, genuine concern in his voice. His cries became muffled when a big tentacle pushed itself into his muzzle. A sweet-sour liquid poured into the back of his throat, causing him to splutter and cough. But some of it went down into his stomach, going down his throat with a powerful burning sensation like he had just downed hot soup. That heat spread out of his stomach and seeped throughout his entire body, a burning rage exploding behind his eyes and turning his entire world red.

He struggled valiantly, thrashing madly but the vines were not giving him any room. His eyes widened as the tentacles lifted him higher and higher towards the canopy. One of those large, green pods began to open wide, matching tentacles snaking out from between the green, dripping maw. As the demons beneath him lifted him up, the pod descended, slowly approaching.

On the ground, Russ rubbed his head free of the shock and dizziness that came from the sudden blow. The demon was strong and as he had suspected, the two men that had made the demon had a rudimentary Soul Bond. Having one himself, he could detect the traces of the Bond between them but it was weak. The men hadn't made it voluntarily and it was based on anger at one another. While that was valid for demons, it was a flimsy bridge that connected them and it was only held together by their proximity. As he brought his gaze back towards the approaching demon, he could see their aura constantly fluctuating. Deep anger at one another was only momentarily stemmed by their united goal and desire to fuck him.

He let out a derisive snort. The clichéd thing to do would be to turn them at one another but that would only feed their anger and make them stronger. They_were_ Anger Demons, after all. No, he had to do the opposite

"This is going to be fun," he growled to himself, a demonic grin crossing his muzzle. He crouched slightly, massive muscles bunching. He took a deep breath, drawing all the anger that had been infused into the environment and consuming it. That energy was instantly converted into his own demonic seed, pumping through his veins and causing his balls to plump up with need. Heat began building in his sheath, the furry tube starting to plump up and precum pouring out of the opening and soaking into his fur.

"Looks like someone's excited to be fucked," laughed Col. "This'll be your first time, eh Wal?"

"I've been laid before, fucktard. Remember, Jenny?" growled the other head.

"No. Cuz she doesn't exist."

"Fuck off!"

Their bickering gave Russ time to draw more and more anger energy into him, letting his three big, bright red cocks push out into the open. He spared a glance towards Dante and Flash. They didn't have much time so he had to make this quick. As the two-headed demon launched into another argument, Russ charged at them both, leaping off the ground with his mighty legs and colliding with the much bigger demon with an deafening crash.

Neither of the two heads managed to get a word in as Russ stuffed two of his dicks into their muzzles, instantly forming a connection between them. With all the anger stored in his sack, he instantly began pumping it back into the demon beneath him. The effect was instantaneous. The two-headed demon reached up and seized his shoulders, ready to throw him off but their twin dicks suddenly let out a spurt of warm precum all over Russ' back and the warmth and pleasure of release began working its way through their system.

Russ pounded his cocks into the offered muzzles, drawing more and more anger energy from all around him and channelling it unfiltered down the gullet of the Anger Demon beneath him. He was_feeding_ the men and as with any demon, after feeding they got hard and the need to cum became unbearable. He felt the demons' two dicks rubbing against his back, hips bucking as concentrated anger filled their system, the glowing veins all over their body pumping faster and faster as consumed the energy rapidly and converted it into their seed. Their balls were already filled with the anger the generated from bickering but now with more, they were probably fit to burst.

The demons' guard was effectively down and Russ had unfiltered access into their minds and twisted souls. He closed his eyes, unable to keep the lusty moan from between his lips, and focused all his effort into pushing all the anger that clouded the two's souls down into their balls. In his mind's eye, there was a thick cloud of white, an impenetrable fog that obscured his vision. With every powerful thrust of his hips, he pushed more and more of that mist away. As more of his precum carried the raw anger from the Avenue of Ire, that mist was slowly being eaten away.

He dared to open one eye just to check on how Dante and Flash were doing. They were just a few seconds from being consumed by the pods! He grunted and increased his pace, thrusting faster and faster until Wal and Col's jaws were slack with pleasure and they were forced to just lie there and take the beating from the two intruding members.

Russ mentally continued to dig through the clouds of anger. He took a few moments to check exactly what it was these two were angry about and his suspicions were confirmed. All of them were flimsy. There was the time that Collin drank all the beer that Wallace had gotten them one night. The time Wallace forgot to tell Collin that they had traded shifts. All of them were flimsy and blown completely out of proportion.

Then, he saw it.

That glimmer of two souls shining through the clouds like twin lighthouses on a misty night. Driven now, he dove straight for the source, cleaving through the fury and realising that each little argument was getting weaker and weaker as he drew closer to the core. These two had a genuine, emotional bond as two great friends but it was clouded by anger. A contradictory force, almost a love-to-hate relationship.

Before him were two, brilliant orbs of light connected by a thin strip of light. As he continued to wash away all the anger and hate, that strip grew stronger and stronger like only two souls both physically and spiritually connected could. He smiled at the beautiful sight and grunted. His balls were aching for release and his thrusts were getting more and more desperate. Every second he wasted as a second that Dante and Flash grew closer to being consumed. His knots were pressing up against the walls of the demons' muzzles and he was ready to burst.

With one deafening cry, he unleashed his load straight into Col and Wal's muzzles, flooding their throats with his seed. Like a cleansing shower, all the anger surrounding the two souls were just washed away in one, mighty torrent. Russ felt the demons' hips let out one final buck as their twin dicks unleashed a blast of their own seed, sending waves of cum showering across his broad back and spraying overhead. The fused demons' eyes rolled into the back of their head, their paws pulling away from Russ' shoulders as they were wracked with spasms of pleasure. Their entire body shook and vibrated with the power of their two souls finally forming a strong, genuine connection. Russ' third cock, unattended, let out a wave of seed as well, mixing with the pool of cum that was quickly forming around them, the green leaves swimming in the pool like tiny little boats.

Russ pulled his cocks away from his opponent and gingerly got to his feet. He felt weak from having just expelled so much demonic energy but at least it wasn't quite his own. He left the two-headed demon to soak in the pool of their mixed seed and charged towards the unsuspecting Anger Demons who were so eagerly watching their prey's final moments.

He let out a deafening roar, his voice shaking the very ground and striking the demons with nothing less than herculean strength. The shockwave hit the closest demons with enough force that they were thrown clear off the ground and into their comrades. Dante was yanked free of the encroaching pod and he bit down hard on the tendril that was feeding him the dark fluids. As the tentacles around him loosened, he was able to move and regain his wits. With his own defiant roar, he became surrounded in black feathers that quickly cascaded down into the ground like a black waterfall. The feathers charged at the Anger Demons, knocking them clear aside as Dante reformed beside Russ.

"Are you okay?" Russ panted.

"Little angry," Dante admitted, wiping his muzzle with his forearm. "But nothing a little beating won't cure."

He gave his pup a worried look. "Um..."

"I'm not my grandpa," Dante admitted. "I just can't let my anger go. But I'm not one to hold onto it either. I can work through it. I just need an_outlet!_" He let out a shout and thrust his paw forward. A spear of black feathers erupted from his fingertips and struck the closest Anger Demon, the same demon that was holding Flash's muzzle shut.

"Honestly, that makes you a lot more human than your grandfather," Russ laughed softly. "He was honestly more of an angel than human. Even after he became a demon."

His black-furred pup gave him a snort and a wicked grin. "I'm still a little mad at you, Russ. And you can be sure I'm going to take it out on your ass when we get home!" Dante let out another shout and charged straight into the horde of demons, dissolving into another flurry of black feathers.

Russ was puzzled and a little aroused. He wondered if that was just Dante's anger talking or if his pup honestly wanted to follow through with that claim. He ran his paw over his solid eight pack abdominals, wondering what it would feel like to have his pup shoving that mighty dick into his ass so hard that it was pressing up against the walls of his stomach and with hot, demonic seed fertilising him to start the process of carrying Dante's pup. His three cocks jerked with excitement and he gave all three a quick squeeze.

"Down boys," he rumbled. "We got a job to do."

Without their leader, the remaining Anger Demons became quickly disorganised especially now that Russ was back in the game. All three Hellhounds made short work of them and within a few minutes, they were all down on the ground, unconscious and wounded. The only sound left in the Avenue was the noises of two demons feverishly making out and their paws stroking their shared, twin dicks to their mounting pleasure.

The three Hellhounds stood over Col and Wal, watching as the two locked lips and moaned constantly, their toes curling in pleasure. Their arms were crossed, the arm the Col controlled jerking Wal's dick and vice versa. Their eyes were completely shut, ignoring everything else occurring around them.

"What did you two to these guys?" Flash asked. His voice broke slightly as he stroked his own dick.

"You can call it the 'honeymoon period'," Russ laughed softly. "After demons get Soul Bound, they will get really horny and_fuck_ for several days straight. Depends on how long it takes to orgasm six-hundred, sixty-six times collectively amongst them. It doesn't trigger immediately after the ritual, of course. Some demons can hold it off if they have more self-control but these two..." He shook his head at the squirming mass of fur and muscle. "Whoever made the crude Soul Bond between them didn't know what they were doing. Poor guys weren't prepared for what having a demonic body and a demon soul means."

"So you weren't the one that made their Soul Bond?"

"No. I just wiped away all the anger keeping it from truly forming." He nodded towards Dante. "You might want to send them to Hell now. These two are going to be hunted down by Angel and Dead Man alike for having a Soul Bond here. Not to mention their power off the charts and they are going to be_extremely_corruptive."

Dante regarded the merged demons and waved his paw, bringing up the black box that H2 had given them explicitly to send demons to Hell. He regretted being forced to send these two to Hell for something that they hadn't asked for or maybe even really desired. But as Russ had assured him many times before, Hell was a place for demons not a punishment for humans. Not really.

"Sorry guys," he mumbled softly. "It's better this way."

******

"What the fuck just happened!?"

Wesley's blood boiled. All of the sudden, he felt a huge chunk of his Garden vanish and he could no longer sense Cal or Wal through the network. Despite this, he could still sense those three demons - for he was sure that they were demons - advancing towards him.

"They're fucking up my place!" he growled, starting to rise from his bed. "I swear, I'm going to rip them to shreds and -"

Strong paws gently rested against his broad chest and gently pulled him back down onto the comfortable cushion-like bed of the flower. He couldn't stay angry for long as Desmond's muzzle wrapped around his cock. All his anger quickly came rushing out of his dick in hot seed, his toes curling in pleasure. He rolled his head, letting out a soft howling moan while he gripped Desmond's head against his crotch.

"You're right..." he murmured softly. "Can't get too pissed... Leopold is still there... Let him fuck them up. Shit... This feels good..."

He grunted and jerked his hips one more time, pumping more of his seed into Desmond. He couldn't resist and gently ran his tentacles along Desmond's strong, muscular back, loving the sensation of their sensitive ends rolling across those furry, tightly packed, corded hills. He played around with Desmond's bubble butt, just appreciating the sculpted shape before slowly sliding into his lover's ass and feeling the warmth of that hole.

Then he let out a soft laugh. "I think I might be gay..."

Desmond pulled his puzzle away from Wesley's cock for a second. "You think?" he grunted with a sarcastic grin.

"Get back down there," Wes growled, shoving Des back onto his dick. He licked his lips as he lay back on the bed, one arm behind his head and just letting the demon go to work on his cock. His eyes wandered over to where his Uncle Jarrod lay, just a short distance away and unmolested by any tentacles and still dressed. His Uncle was sound asleep, the powerful pheromones given off by Des as he continued to feed off Wes enough to keep him in an erotic dream. Even now, he saw his Uncle's cock spasm as what must have been his tenth orgasm rocked his body.

Wesley reached out with a free tentacle and gently rubbed his Uncle's fuzzy cheek.

"I want to make him one of_so_ bad..."

"What's stopping you?" mumbled Des before Wes roughly shoved his throbbing member back down his throat.

"He doesn't have any anger in him. For as long as I've known him, nothing ever pisses him off. We need a guy like that on our team. Someone to sneak in to town, lure people to our place so we can make them just like one of us."

He let out a soft rumbling noise, grinned and closed his eyes in contentment. "Yeah... We're going to fuck shit up..."

******

It took a while but Dante, Russ and Flash managed to drain the Thralls of their demonic energies, keeping them slumbering and weak. Of course that meant that for Dante, he was busting for some release and his nipples demanded someone milk them. He couldn't take a step without his swollen, black nubs leaking out some demonic milk. Flash expelled his excess energy in the form of powerful Hellfire but Dante still felt incredibly uncomfortably asking him to come over and suck on him. He regretted blowing up in Flash's face a few hours ago and feared that his mate had decided to accept being a demon over all else.

Thinking of Flash just caused his blood to boil and that scene within his mate's soul played over and over again. He let out a soft growl and set his foot down. He wasn't going to let Flash get any more milk from him. At least not until he apologised. But he needed to expel some of the energy within him. His cock was throbbing so badly that he was sure it was going to explode and a constant stream of demon milk was dribbling down his chest, soaking into his black fur.

He pulled his mind away from his desire and began conjuring a Starkraven. Shutting his eyes, he began to go through the motions of summoning one of the big, black scouting ravens, drawing energy from deep within him and pushing it out from his fingertips. As always, he began with trying to form it into an egg shape and going from there. But then his cock gave a rather powerful throb like it was unwilling to let go of the energy it had stored and demanding only one way it would be expelled. He gasped and opened his eyes just in time to see the cloud of darkness in his palm fizzle out into nothingness.

With a snort of aggravation, he tried again, this time keeping his eyes open for extra concentration. He grit his teeth as his cock gave that protesting pulse again and was glad when he managed to start building the wings of the Starkraven. Then his cock throbbed and his nipples let out an aching jerk and he lost his grip on the energies again.

"Damn..." he muttered.

Russ' strong arm wrapped around his shoulder. "Having a little trouble there?"

He glanced up at his mentor who was still sporting his trio of boners. Russ, however, seemed to be faring better and his eyes were filled with clarity. Dante guessed his was slightly glazed over with lust.

"Yeah... Hard to concentrate with..." he panted. Unable to finish his sentence, he just gestured at his torso, waving his paws over his swollen nipples and down to his cock.

Russ let out a thoughtful noise and gently poked Dante's left nipple making the young Hellhound moan. "I think these are really coming along."

"What... What do you mean?"

A devilish look crossed the legendary Hellhound's features. "Well, I guess it's something you and your grandfather share. See, Virgil absolutely loved to go around the place helping people by sucking out all their negative energy. That tended to make him_very_ horny but sometimes, I wasn't at home because I was in the office being a lawyer. He never wanted to orgasm without me sucking him off or pounding his ass so he held it in. Holding in that demonic energy allows your body to metabolise and make you bigger, stronger. And it also developed some rather unique... ahem... mutations."

"You mean like these?" Dante responded, giving his pecs a squeeze which, in turn caused his nipples to squirt out some milk.

"Oh no. Very different." Russ began circling his claw around Dante's nipple, making the young Hellhound bite his lower lip and moan. "See, after a few years, his nips got really big and swollen after a while. It got particularly bad when I had to go on a little trip out of state to apply for a judgeship."

Dante gripped Russ' paw tightly, stopping the teasing. "You were going to be a judge?"

His mentor shrugged. "I thought about it. Filled out the paperwork and did the interview but then I couldn't imagine being away from your grandpa for very much longer and then he went and decided he wanted to pass on so..." Russ shook his head. "I got the offer to be a judge here when our current one retires but I turned it down. Couldn't imagine sticking around after your grandfather died. I mean after you two got your footing, that is."

Dante didn't even notice that Russ had gently laid him down across the bed of leaves and was now gently cradling him on the ground, running a paw down his milk-stained furry abdominals. "You were going to just leave once Flash and I graduated from high school?"

"Once you graduated college. Like I said, college is a place where a lot of supernatural shit happens and you'll need someone to guide you while you're there. But after that... I was going to leave." He leaned down and gently kissed Dante's collarbone. The dark Hellhound moaned and arched his head away from Russ, offering his neck in a submissive gesture.

"Was...?" he murmured.

Russ' lips kissed his corded neck. "Was." He then ran a tongue up his cheek, bringing his lips to Dante's ears. "Now, I have a reason to stay. I love you, Dante. Not only as the pup I never had but also as someone who is very special to me. I don't want you to replace Virgil. But I want you to make your own place in my heart. There's a space there for you. If you'll take it."

Dante shivered. He could feel the affection radiating for Russ and as one trained and highly sensitive to emotional auras, he knew that the mighty Hellhound's words were true. He never felt so safe, secure and with such a strong purpose than before. What anger he held against Russ just seemed so petty. Even the one he held for Flash held little to no grounds in his heart. He was still recovering from the wound that had been inflicted.

"Don't have to answer right away," Russ said gently, slowly running his paw up Dante's strong chest. "Let me just help you with this. As anyone who loves you should."

He only quivered in delight as Russ began peppering him with kisses, more affectionate than they had ever been together. Being in those big, strong arms made him understand Flash's desire to have a sort of father-son sexual relationship with the big Hellhound. It was erotic but at the same time made him feel safe and secure. The warmth Russ gave off was like being wrapped in a warm blanket. The idea of lying in bed with him all night, just resting his head against those strong pectorals like a pillow didn't seem too bad...

Russ' kisses gently trailed down his neck, sending a quiver of delight down his neck. He shuddered when they crested his collarbone and made their way towards his nipple. Dante let out a whine, begging Russ to hurry up with the foreplay and just get to sucking him off.

That's when a second pair of lips clamped around his other nipple. He gasped as opened his eyes, seeing Flash's muzzle buried against his chest and suckling off him. There was a spark of rage as he hadn't expected the assault but that was soon overcome by overwhelming pleasure of having his milk drained out of him. His cock throbbed with need and he felt Flash's paw seize it, stroking the veiny length. Before he could protest, Russ assaulted his other nipple and he was instantly in a world of bliss.

Dante's eyes quivered beneath his eyelids and his body shook as the two fully grown Hellhound began feeding off him. Despite that, their dicks funnelled the very strength that they consumed back into the ground, their rapidly thickening precum containing their own dark essences. A new thought entered Dante's mind, a thought brought on by his demonic heritage; the thought of a caring, nurturing_alpha_.

He let out a possessive growl and gripped the back of the heads of his pack mates and thrust his chest into them. It felt_so_ right and so good. To be the top dog in the trio. To be their_alpha_. Russ could be his beta, the big strong protector. With his vast knowledge of the supernatural world, he would make the perfect beta, an advisor to the alpha.

And Flash, well Flash could be his bitch for hurting him. He liked to be fucked by a 'daddy'? Well he could be the omega of the pack. The fucktoy for the entire pack. Bet he would cream himself at the thought of his own, big, burly sons fucking his ass and -

"No!"

Dante snapped his eyes open and immediately exploded into a flurry of white feathers, bolting a short distance away. Flash and Russ collapsed onto the ground in shock as Dante backed away from the two, his eyes wide.

"Dan, what's wrong?" Russ asked, genuinely concerned.

"I... I..." Dante stammered. "Oh my god! I was actually thinking of being your alpha!" he exclaimed, pointing accusingly at the two. "I was fantasising about... about you two being beneath me, of me fucking you two ever single night! You were going to be my beta!" He pointed at Russ. "And... and you'd be the omega of the pack!" Dante shouted at Flash. "You'd be fucked all night by everyone in the pack even our own sons!"

"Whoa... really...?" Flash asked, trying to fight the grin on his face. "That kind of sounds awesome..."

"No! It's terrible!" Dante took a step away from them both. "That's sick! We're not wolves in the wild! I'm not fit to be an alpha! I'm not even as big as Russ!"

"Give it some time and you'll be even bigger," Russ offered. "You can retain a_lot_ more demonic energy than we can and you're the only one that can suck out all the same energies from the very environment, remember? Neither Flash nor I can do that. You have the potential to be the biggest of us all. Logically, you'd make for a great alpha."

"But I don't_want_ to be!" Dante shouted angrily. "I'm_not_ a demon! I'm human! And..." He looked to Flash both apologetically and with a bit of frustration mixed in. "... and I was going to make you an omega because of how you hurt me! You'd be_used_ like a fucking condom by everyone in the pack!"

"I'm up for that!" Flash exclaimed, tail wagging excitedly.

"Well I'm not!"

Dante turned away. "I... I need to get out of here."

He dissolved into a flurry of black feathers before either of the other two Hellhounds could shout in protest, vanishing into the rest of the Garden. His heart was racing and his entire body felt...filthy. For the first time since transforming into a demon, he truly felt like he not in his own body. The leaking nipples, the throbbing, monstrously large cock... it all felt so...wrong. Everything about him was built for sex and his human soul recoiled at the thought that it was encased in such a_demonic_shell.

The dark hellhound ran, shifting in an out through his feathery form every few moments to add more distance between himself and the other two Hellhounds. He needed to get away from them at least to redefine his humanity. He_hated_ that it felt so good to be with them like that and he hated how his body reacted to such stimulus. It wasn't natural.

It wasn't him.

Or was that the problem.

It_was_ him. This is what he was now and slowly, over time, he would lose his humanity until he became the epitome of demonhood just like Flash.

"I don't want to be like them..." he murmured, falling to his knees. Tears were streaming down his cheek. "They've lost their humanity. They're fully demon now. I'm not like them!"

"But you are."

The deep, rumbling voice froze his heart in a solid block of ice. He looked up and realised he had fallen into another demon's layer. What looked like suburban houses overrun by the forest stretched out before him. Those same, white, ghostly trees erupted from inside homes, thick vines crawling over every inch of the brick walls. The ground was cracked and broken, asphalt driveways breached by massive roots from the trees. Cars, bicycles and even_furniture_ were held up by the vines.

It was like Angelton... only from a post-apocalyptic future where nature had reclaimed mankind's towns.

"You are a demon," growled the voice.

Dante turned down the street. There was a figure there, a big, hulking demonic figure. Like the other Anger Demons, this creature was covered in white fur but he had a slight hunch. There was no odd patterns about his fur, he was just completely white; a ghost-like creature brimming with muscles but only about Dante's height. His tentacles were small, however, and they could only curl around his thick arms and legs like restraints. Oddly enough, there was a second pair of tentacles emerging right out of his nipples, longer than the rest and flailing about like an extra pair of arms. Seeing them reminded Dante of his own sensitive nipples and how they produced milk.

"You're an unholy abomination," growled the demon. "A demon straight from Hell. And you should be_destroyed!_"

Without warning, the demon thrust his head forward, jaws wide open. Something moved deep within his throat. Dante acted purely on instinct and dove to his left. He was lucky as a long, thick, green tentacle shot out from the demon's throat and speared the asphalt where he had been kneeling, sending scraps and gravel everywhere.

"Jesus Christ!?" he cried.

As quickly as it came, the tentacle retracted back into the demon's throat.

"You shall not use the Lord's name in vain, demon!"

The demon's tentacle came shooting back out with the speed of a bullet. Only Dante's supernatural reflexes and speed saved him from being speared right through his belly. He scrambled behind one of the brick walls of a dilapidated house, panting heavily and with his heart racing once more.

"Who the hell is this guy!?" he exclaimed.

There was a thunderous boom and rubble pelted him from above. He glanced upwards and stared right into the burning red eyes of the demon. The unholy monster was crouched on the roof, staring down with his mouth frothing with rage. Dante immediately leapt forward, diving into a flood of black feathers that just barely slipped away before the demon's spear-like tentacle-tongue smashed the asphalt where he had been standing. He materialised a short distance away, panting and regretting that he had expended so much energy running away from Russ and Flash.

"Just who are you!?"

The demon crawled along the wall, claws digging into the broken and cracked bricks.

"I am Leopold McKenzie! I am a Dead Man and it is my sworn duty to destroy every trace of demonic corruption from this world!"

Dante was stunned. This demon was a Dead Man? He recalled that Ethan had been one as well and had been corrupted, falling into Buck Goldman's influence. It was possible that other Dead Men could become corrupt as well. But this one seemed genuine convinced he was still one.

"You must_die!_" roared Leopold. As his jaws peeled open in a roar, one tentacle came shooting out with a resounding whipping noise. Dante leapt into the air, exploding into another flurry of black feathers and surged through the air, putting as much distance as he could between him and the deluded demon. He must have travelled at least a few blocks through the air before coming to a halt and ducking inside a house.

He collapsed against a wall, panting and with his mind reeling. Leopold's frustrated roar ripped through the air and he could hear the mad demon charging through the streets, hunting him down.

"Oh shit... oh shit..." he whimpered. This was a fully-fledged demon hunter that had been corrupted into becoming a demon. He remembered that Ethan had been a Dead Man as well and he too had become corrupted, falling into Buck Goldman's influence. It was possible that other demon hunters could similarly fall. But he wouldn't thought they would at least acknowledge that they had become demons.

Leopold seemed completely and utterly convinced that he was still human.

"I can smell your foul stench in the air," growled the hunter. "It was your kind that destroyed this town. You've ravaged homes, lives and entire families! You cannot be forgiven! You are a monster!"

That hit a nerve with Dante and he immediately sprang up from where he was hiding. "I am not a monster!"

He realised his mistake the instant the words left his muzzle. Even though Leopold was across the street, the demon immediately spun towards him and launched that tentacle straight at Dante. This time, Dante had no time to react and the slimy appendage snapped around Dante's waist with the force of a whip. He was yanked out of his hiding space and slammed into the ground with a bone-crushing_wham_. The wind in his lungs came rushing out of his muzzle in the form a gasp. Leopold dragged him mercilessly through the ground, his fur and flesh rubbing painfully against overgrown roots and rubble. The tentacle-tongue unwound from around him, replaced by a foot that fell on his chest, crushing his ribs.

"I will destroy every one of your kind," snarled Leopold. "No matter how long it takes, I will kill each and every one of you!"

"Open your eyes!" Dante shouted. "You're a demon too!"

"To you I may be a demon but I am pure of heart and a soldier for God!"

"Look in the fucking mirror! You've got a muzzle, fur and you're tongue is a huge tentacle! You're a demon!"

"The only demon here is you, deceiver!" Leopold's bare foot dug deeper against Dante's chest, the weight making the smaller demon cry out in agony. "You will be the first of your kind to fall against my righteous wrath!"

Dante gripped Leopold's foot and desperately tried to pry it off. As his fingers wrapped around the other demon's ankle, they were almost burned by the intense anger that the demon exuded. It was unlike the fury that the other Anger Demons held. This one was like a physical shell around Leopold that burned anything that came in contact with his skin.

Gritting his fangs together, Dante tried to see through the madness and source out the what gave the demon so much strength. But the armour of hot, white anger was so thick and compact that it was like trying to see through a solid brick wall. In desperation, he tried drawing some of it towards himself, opening his muzzle and sucking it between his teeth if only to weaken the anger somewhat.

There was something... familiar about the taste of the burning emotion, something that struck very close to home. He couldn't quite understand what it was...

... until he saw it.

"You failed..." he croaked.

Leopold stopped putting pressure on Dante's chest. "What did you say?" he sneered.

"You failed. Or at least, you think you have. You think that you failed to save Angelton and now you're mad at yourself. You're caught in a cycle of self-loathing. That's what the demons are feeding off! You're fuelling_them_ in this little personal Hell of yours!"

The former demon hunter lifted his clawed foot off Dante, bringing much relief to the young Hellhound. Then he seized Dante's by the scruff and lifted him off the ground, bringing them eye to eye.

"Your silver tongue will not dissuade me from killing you, demon," sneered the Dead Man.

"Then at least realise that you haven't lost," Dante replied through a wince. "This place. This 'Angelton' of yours isn't the real Angelton. It's just some illusion that the demons put up to convince you that you've lost! You've been tricked! And the more you lash out in search for vengeance, the more angry and frustrated you grow at yourself for not finding a single demon in this place, the more you_become_ one of them."

"I found you didn't I?"

"I'm not -"

Dante stopped himself.

The reason why the taste of Leopold's anger was so familiar was because it was the same kind of anger he bore. A11 had told him to look deep within himself for the reason for his anger. It wasn't so simple as Flash's fantasies or that his mate had never told him he loved him. It wasn't even that he was being constantly tempted into just giving into being a demon. It was_all_ of those things but with one more addition.

"I failed too..." he murmured softly, dropping his gaze.

"What did you say?" growled the hunter.

"This is because of me." Dante waved his paws in a broad, sweeping gesture. "If I had just followed my grandpa's instructions and kept the box closed, none of the demonic artefacts would have ever fallen into other people's possessions. People would never have been turned into demons, lives ruined and my own dad gone missing... I failed... and every day, I'm fighting to try and make things right again. I guess I've just never noticed until now that I'm angry at myself because all of this could've been avoided if I had just followed instructions..."

Leopold's brow furrowed. "I... I should've called for backup... I should've called the rest of the order and..." He blinked several times as if coming to a realisation. "... and we would've come into this forest and cleansed it. But instead, I went in alone thinking I could undo my mistake..."

He dropped Dante and looked at his own, huge paws, truly seeing them for the first time. A look of terror crossed his features as he turned them over. "God have mercy... what... What have I become!?"

Dante quickly gripped the demon hunter's shoulders, using the contact to close the distance between them and quickly devour the fear that had started to replace the anger. Leopold's armour had started to shatter and through the cracks, fear and uncertainty came filtering out.

"Hey, listen to me," he said firmly. "Don't lose your head."

"Don't lose my head!?" Leopold exclaimed. "I'm a demon! I -" He became tongue-twisted, literally as his tentacle-tongue came spilling out of his muzzle. He looked to Dante with a look of terror and pointed at the long, green, slimy length to prove his point.

"Hey, I wasn't this big, buff or furry a few weeks ago either," Dante said with a sympathetic smile. He pointed at the horns jutting out of his forehead. "But I got used to it. And I've learned that... Well... demons aren't demons because of how they look." He thought back to Conway Mitchell and his mate and how they had been so heroic and remained true to their humanity despite being the sources of the Deception Demon corruption. "We're demons because we choose to but we choose what kind of demon we're going to be."

Leopold stuffed his tongue back into his muzzle and gagged. "How does that even work..." he mumbled, referring to how the impossibly long tentacle managed to disappear down his throat. Turning back to Dante, he said, "And what do you even mean by that? I'm one of them. I'm an Anger Demon."

"I'm not talking about what_type_ of demon you are." Dante poked the slightly bigger demon's chest. "It's what kind of demon you are. It took me you nearly beating me to death to realise that..." He glanced off to the distance, recalling his kind, caring and angelic grandfather who had been a demon for years. Then there was Wesley Washington who was a loner and an asshole to everyone around him but wasn't even a quarter of Virgil's age. "There are people out there who have black hearts but are perfectly human and there are demons who have the soul of an angel."

"Is this the part where you tell me not to judge a book by its cover?" muttered the demon hunter.

"Little bit," Dante laughed. "But you got to admit, it's true. I mean back there, you were a demon but your purpose was that of a human demon hunter. You were just being used. Your heart was in the right place."

Leopold regarded his paws again. "I suppose that's true..." He clenched his fists tightly but shook his head. "I can't go back to the Order. They'll kill me on sight."

"You could stay with us," Dante offered. "Having someone else trying to enforce some humanity into our little trio would be a welcome change."

"I appreciate the offer but..." Leopold straightened himself, puffing out his broad, muscular chest. "I need some time to myself. I need to figure out my place in the world. I'll need to find a place where I can come to terms with my... situation."

Dante pursed his lips and quickly summoned H2's box. "Well... I can think of one place..."

******

"You have got to be fucking kidding me!?" Wesley roared. He got up from where he was sitting, fuming and with his tentacles thrashing madly around him. "That fucking pussy actually_talked_ the hunter down!? That only happens on TV shows! You do_not_ get to talk down a raging beast like that!"

He cracked his knuckles ominously and stepped off the cushion core of the flower. "I am going to deal with this personally."

"No you're not," Desmond boomed suddenly. The bigger Demon suddenly gripped his shoulders and whirled him around. "You are going to get the hell out of here. Take your uncle with you."

Wesley's eyes flashed in fury. "Where the hell do you get off - A-ah!" Intense pleasure erupted from his dick as one of Desmond's pointed tentacles pushed_into_ the lip of his dick, sliding all the way down into his balls. The entire length squirmed all the way down, making his knees weak. The moment it reached his sack, it began drawing strength from him, funnelling his cum and rage out of his system.

The young Anger Demon stumbled forward, caught in Des' strong, muscular arms and resting his head against the bigger demon's chest.

"Y - Y - You bastard..." he moaned. "What... what are you..."

"I'll hold them off while you two make your escape," Desmond said solemnly. "They're too strong. Even for us. They're already cleaving through most of the Garden. They've taken down everyone else. When they get here, you'll only get in my way."

"The fuck are you... ooooooh..."

Desmond gently cupped Wesley's chin, pointing their muzzles together. "You're in no condition to fight. You need to get out of here, find another place to set up camp and then start again."

"Like I'll let you fight them alone..." Wesley growled, mustering up as much anger as he could. "They' fucked up_my_ Garden. They won't get away with this."

"They probably will," Des said grimly. "It'll be three against one and I'm not liking my odds."

"Then let me fight! Let me turn my uncle and -" He beat Des' chest weakly. "Let me... ooooh fuck that feels good..." His hips bucked as Des grew more seed and anger out of him.

"Even with our combined powers, we're not going to win," Des said. "If the small guy was still angry, then yeah, maybe we can turn them against one another but he's letting go of that. I don't know how but that's our advantage gone." He held Wesley tightly against him. "We're not going to win this. So we need to cut our losses. You need to go."

"I'm not... I'm not running..."

"Yes you are. You need to stay safe."

"Why the fuck do you even care?"

He got his answer as Des pressed his muzzle against his own, their tongues brushing against one another gently. Wesley's eyes widened in shock and a new feeling blossomed in his chest, something he never expected would ever come from him. His cheeks began to burn and he pulled away, suddenly feeling rather awkward and uncomfortable.

"You showed me just what the world is like," Des rumbled. "You need to show the rest of the world that truth. You can't do that if you're killed here."

"I don't need you to fight my battles for me!" Wesley roared. He managed enough strength to get back up to his feet but Des kept him tightly pressed against his muscular chest. The bigger of the demons began sucking the anger out of him again and Wesley let out a soft moan, slumping back into Des' arms.

"You've got a war to win," Des said softly into his ear. "I'll probably lose this battle. But as long as you're out there, you can still win in the end."

Wesley squeezed his eyes shut. Tears began flowing from the corners of his eyes. It was a confusing mix of rage and sorrow. He couldn't understand this feeling he had in his chest. Many others had claimed to care for him and tried to do what they thought was 'best' for him but he had always pushed them away and did whatever he wanted. This was the first time that he actually felt something for that person. It was the first time he felt something for anyone besides his uncle.

He reached towards the necklace around his neck and pried it off, the fangs letting out a sickly noise as they were wrenched from his flesh. There was a moment of pain but the wounds quickly healed back up.

"Put this on..." he said, holding up the necklace. "It's what turned me, I think. If you're going to make a convincing decoy, you'll need it."

Des gave him a smile and nodded. Using his control over the forest, he gently woke Jarrod who was now covered in his own cum from having orgasmed many, many times. "Take Wes and get out of here," he instructed. "I'll hold off the hunters."

"What...?" Jarrod muttered, shaking his head. His eyes widened when he laid eyes on Wesley and the connection he had with Des. "Oh... Okay. Sure."

"Thanks." Des nodded and slowly let go of Wesley. The smaller of the demons suddenly felt so cold and empty without him. It wasn't a feeling he liked and he found himself pissed at Des for depriving him of that feeling. He grunted as Des' tentacle pulled out of his cock, furious that he the blissful sensation of his cum being pumped right out of his dick couldn't last forever.

But he knew that Des was right.

"When I come back," he growled, "I'm going to fuck them up."

Des gave him a sad smile. "I'm counting on it."

******

Flash cupped his large paws over his muzzle.

"Dante!" he cried. "Dante!" Worry marred his handsome features as he lowered his paws. "Where could he have gone...?"

"Hard to say," Russ said with a sigh. "He's fast, if anything else. Plus he's got that teleporting spell that he's so fond of." He ran a paw through his hair. "Damnit... Stupid horny body... I ate too much, got too horny and drove him off... Sometimes being a demon sucks..."

Flash swallowed hard an glanced back towards Russ. "You're not regretting being one, are you?"

"There are times that I wish hadn't happened," answered the Hellhound regretfully. Then he gave Flash a soft smile. "But then there are others that I would never dare to change. Meeting you two, the time we've spent together and my time with Virgil is amongst them. It's just that some parts of being a demon can be a little bit of a hindrance. The compulsion to cum after eating is one of them."

"I kind of enjoy it," Flash chuckled.

"But if you just keep releasing the same energy you devour, you're never going to grow."

His ears folded back. "Yeah... I know. But I've been good! I only jack off after dinner these days." He regarded his paws. "But I still feel like the weakest out of us all..."

Russ' big arms wrapped around him comfortingly. "We'll figure out what's holding you back. But right now, we need to find Dante, okay?" The bigger Hellhound gently kissed his forehead. "I love you, Flash. So does Dante. We'll do whatever we can to help you along."

"I know, Russ," he responded, holding Russ tightly. The warmth of having the legendary Hellhound in his arms stirred his cock. He still couldn't believe that he was actually in love with Hercules. Or that he had such a special guy like Dante. But he feared Dante was slipping through his fingers and would do anything to prevent them from drifting apart.

To that end, he gently pushed Russ away. "I love you too but I don't want to lose Dante. And... and if that means that we can't be affectionate towards one another..."

He could see Russ' heart break.

"Flash... I..."

Then a third voice chimed in. "Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!"

The two spun to where Dante approached with a small smile on his face. "Dante!" they exclaimed in unison.

Both Hellhounds immediately rushed towards Dante, holding him in their arms. Flash was stunned when Dante leaned into their hug and rested his head on his shoulder.

"Where have you been?" Russ demanded. "We've been looking all over for you!"

"Too bad neither of you are good with magic or you'd have sent out some Starkravens to scout out the forest," Dante taunted. He pointed upwards where six of the big, black demonic birds circled overhead. "And I just fought another demon. A former Dead Man that was turned into an Anger Demon because of his self-loathing. Sent him to Hell."

"All by yourself!?" Flash exclaimed, feeling a pang of inadequacy. "How?"

"Just realised something about myself," answered the dark Hellhound with a shrug. "But let's figure this out later, okay?" He turned to Russ. "Leopold told me that the guy that has the necklace is Wesley Washington and he converted a 'Deva'."

Russ' eyes boggled and his jaw dropped. "A_Deva!?_Oh shit..."

"What's a Deva?" Flash demanded.

"You know how kids get born out of wedlock? Well, Devas are sort of like that but with Angels. They get sent to Earth and are infinitely reincarnated until they do enough good deeds to 'earn their wings', so to speak. Some of the greatest mortal heroes are Devas. They're known for their incredible strength and their unwavering devotion to a cause. If Wesley managed to turn a Deva into an Anger Demon then he's got one of the best bodyguards in the world."

"Then we better get moving," Dante said with a nod. "Because from what I heard from Leopold, that Deva gave himself willingly to Wesley so he's probably feeding off the guy's anger and growing stronger by the minute. We need to go."

Flash wasn't sure what to say. He couldn't detect an ounce of anger in his mate. Not even a fleck. He couldn't understand how Dante could've let go of all that fury. Not too long ago, Dante had said pretty much the same thing, demanding that they move on to their bigger target but his anger still simmer beneath the surface. Flash's skin crawled whenever he even_looked_ at his mate and he could actually feel his fur start to curl as if it were being burned.

Russ insisted that they hurry and led the way through the forest. Flash seized Dante's paw quickly before his mate could get too far away.

"Hey man," he began, "are you still mad?"

Dante looked off to the side for a moment, mulling the question over. Then he turned back towards Flash and gave him calm smile. "You know what? I'm not."

"Why? I mean...how can you not be mad any more? What happened?

A strange, enigmatic smile appeared on the dark Hellhound's muzzle and he just shrugged. "I don't know. I guess... I guess I just realised something."

"What?"

His smile turned warm. "I love you both."

With those words, Dante turned and hurried after Russ, leaving Flash in utter confusion. He scratched his head in confusion, completely puzzled. He knew Dante loved them both but what did that have to do with letting go of his anger?

These thoughts continued to distract him all the way into the next clearing. He barely noticed as they entered a broad, circular arena covered in a beautiful canopy of emerald green leaves and ominous, white trees surrounding the edge of the clearing. At the very centre of the clearing was an enormous, white flower rising from a pool of white, watery liquid. And seated at the core of the flower, being fondled by dozens of tentacles was an enormous Anger Demon.

"So you think you can just come into my Garden and fuck my shit up, huh?" growled the demon, running a paw down his enormous dick. The eight, green tentacles lashing from his back squirmed in agitation. Flash took note of the fang necklace the demon wore.

"Wesley?" he asked.

The demon narrowed his gaze. "No. My name is Desmond." He rose from where he was perched, looking down his impressive chest at them. "And you're all in_my_ territory! And I'm going to kill you_all!_"

Like lightning, those tentacles springing from the flower came shooting out at them. Flash immediately took a deep breath and exhaled, unleashing a torrent of black fire from his fangs. Dante swept away in a flurry of black feathers, leaping away from the assault. Russ jumped behind Flash's wall of Hellfire, avoiding the assault.

"Behind you!" Dante shouted.

Flash didn't get a chance to turn around before he felt something thick, throbbing and cold push itself into his ass. Fear exploded in his chest and he gasped as a vine violently shoved itself into his ass. A strange sensation of pleasure and pain washed throughout his entire body, taking him back to that first time when he had ridden Dante's transforming cock and he transformed into the Hellhound he was now. The flames from his muzzle died and another tendril shoved itself down his throat, funnelling a sweet-sour liquid down into his gut. It burned all the way down. He could feel that fire spreading throughout his entire system, soaking into his very soak and igniting an inferno of rage.

Fury at being so weak erupted all over his body, making him fight all the harder. But the more he struggled, the more tentacles seemed to spring up from the ground and the trees around him, restraining him and lifting him off the ground. He tried to bite off the tentacle that was deep in his muzzle but every time he did, the one in his ass would push deeper, making him gasp.

Beside him, Russ was similarly caught though the legendary Hellhound struggled valiantly, twisting himself around over and over again in a desperate attempt to keep the long vines from piercing his ass. That only served to wrap him tightly in their coils, cocooning him in the curling tentacles with one shoved down his throat.

"Don't worry! I got you!" Dante shouted, immediately vaulting towards them. He appeared in a blast of black feathers in front of Flash, clinging onto the vines. He gripped the one buried in Flash's muzzle and tore it out. Flash spluttered and coughed.

"Behind_you!"_ the crimson Hellhound warned.

Dante suddenly went rigid as_two_ tentacles pushed themselves into his ass. He threw his head back and howled in agony.

Suddenly, fury exploded in Flash's heart, a rage that he never knew he had. He let out a trumpeting roar, throwing his head back and unleashing a tremendous blast of black Hellfire out of his muzzle.

Dante was being hurt!

If he wasn't so weak, that would never have happened!

He wanted to break free of his bonds and cave Desmond's head in.

But he couldn't.

Because he was so weak!

All he could do was roar and rage.

"Get off him you motherfucker!" he roared, eyes not truly seeing as he was blinded by his fury. "Don't you dare lay a fucking finger on him!"

A short distance away, Russ too saw Dante in agony and his own fury exploded in his chest. He had already lost Virgil and he was not about to lose Dante or Flash either. He mustered all his strength and pushed against the wall of vines restraining him. The cocoon of thick, white vines resisted his efforts, increasing his frustration. He struggled, kicked, squirmed and even bit down as hard as he could on the vine in his muzzle in a desperate attempt to break free. When none of that worked, he thrashed his head, the only part of his body unrestrained, wildly just trying to do something to break free.

Both Flash and Russ became so blinded with rage that they could only see the blistering white of their own fury exploding before their eyes. Little did they know that it was their very souls erupting from their chests, drawn to the conquering Desmond through the rage that he triggered in them and that he fed upon. That same light shot out from behind their eyes and muzzles. A vine quickly place itself into their muzzles, ready to accept the rage-filled souls that they had so willingly offered.

Dante, seeing the two consumed by rage, froze. His heart was racing and he his body was paralysed by a mixture of pain and pleasure as the two invading vines squirmed inside of him. He didn't know what he could do and hope seemed lost when he saw a big, white orb suddenly push out of Flash's throat and start travelling down the vine placed into his mate's muzzle.

He glanced over at Desmond, wondering what he could possibly do.

Then he remembered what Leopold told him.

Desmond had willingly given himself to the rage.

Perhaps there was hope yet.

Perhaps.

For Desmond, he had known that the best way to beat these guys was to make it quick. They did not know who he was or what he was capable of. He hadn't held a lot of hope of actually winning but he had caught the trio off guard. Through his observations, he thought the little black wolf would be the one that he could convince to turn on the others but he was pleasantly surprised that it had been the other two that succumbed to rage much quicker.

Then, the black Hellhound grabbed one of the tentacles and bit down on it, letting it invade his own throat. Desmond was stunned at the move. Even more so when brilliant white light began erupting from the demon's eyes and mouth and his soul started to migrate down the length of the shaft.

Did he just... give up?

Did... Did Desmond just win?

******

Everything was a white, the white of hot rage. Flash was a twitching mass of frustration and fury. He paced ceaselessly in the white plane, stomping his feet angrily as he stormed in the nothingness. He wasn't even sure what he was angry about. He was just angry.

"Fuck! Shit! Motherfucking shit!" he snarled, fangs bared. He threw his head back and let out a roar, black Hellfire shooting from his muzzle. That didn't do anything. It didn't make him feel any better. The sensation in his chest that needed to be released just kept on burning. Again and again, he shot a blast of Hellfire, perhaps in some vain hope to ease the fury in him.

But the rage was endless.

"FUCK!" he roared.

Then, a gentle touch came to his shoulder. Like a big bucket of water had just been thrown over a raging forest fire, the rage instantly ebbed and reduced to embers. He turned slowly, eyes wide in surprise. Dante stood there, smiling at him calmly. In his mate's other paw was Russ, looking just as stunned but with fury barely contained beneath the surface.

"What...?" he began.

"Desmond got to you," Dante said with a smile. "Got you two really pissed. All because I got hurt."

Russ grimaced and shook his head. "That's right... You... You got fucked by two of his tentacles. I kept... I kept thinking 'no one gets to fuck you but me'... and things just spiralled out of control... Shit, I should've known better..."

Flash remembered and he let out a whimper. "I remember... You were hurt and I felt so weak. If I wasn't so weak, I could've saved you... Saved us..." He cast his gaze around. "Where... Where are we?"

Dante shrugged. "Sort of in my soul. Desmond was sucking out your souls to consume it so I threw mine in as well and kind of beat him to it." Dante grimaced and clutched his chest. "But he's eating away at mine now."

"No!" Flash exclaimed, gripping the dark Hellhound's shoulders rightly. "Dan, you didn't have to!"

"Of course I did. I love you." He looked towards Russ. "I love you both. What else could I do?"

"Anything but this..." Russ whispered softly. "Now your soul will be consumed. Ours will too..."

Dante shrugged and sat down on the ground, squatting. "Well, I guess we better figure out a way out of this then. I'm not giving up, guys. My dad is still out there. So is my grandpa. I'm not going to become an Anger Demon's Thrall." He waved a paw at the two. "So if you have any ideas on how to get back to our bodies, now is the time."

Flash looked to Russ who could only shrug helplessly. They were just souls now. Ripped from their bodies. They had no power especially against a powerful Deva-slash-demon like Desmond. Flash sighed and collapsed beside Dante, slumping to the ground on his back and with his eyes closed, trying to wrack his brain for some way to break out of this little prison.

"You don't think we could try to overwhelm his soul, do you?" he offered.

"Take over his body?" Russ offered. "I've heard of that happening but even if we do, his mind is a separate thing. It'll resist us. We might be able to fight back but we don't have the power to back us up. We can't win a war of attrition."

"What if I stay behind and hold the fort?" Dante offered. "You guys try and slip back into your bodies."

Flash immediately sat up. "I'm not leaving you to sacrifice yourself for me, Dan. If anyone should stay back, it's me. I'm the one that screwed this up." He pointed between himself, Russ and Dante. "I'm the weakest link here. Even if I get back to my body, I'll be the liability and will probably get captured again."

Russ shook his head. "You both have relatively young souls. Mine has endured millennia of being another demon's thrall. I can take becoming one again even if it's a short while. I should do it."

"I think we're forgetting which of us didn't succumb to anger," Dante said, pointing a finger upwards. They both gave him an exasperated look. "This time," he added quickly.

"Why aren't you pissed at us anymore, anyway?" Flash asked. "You said you love us both but how did that get you to let go of me being... well... a horny fuck and both of us liking being demons?"

His mate smiled benevolently.

Russ let out a soft chuckle. "Virgil wore that exact same smile when I asked him something similar." He sat down beside Dante, resting a paw on the young Hellhound's shoulder. "Let me guess... it's because you love us that you were angry."

"Pretty much," Dante answered.

Flash tried to piece that together but couldn't understand how love could lead to anger. "I am lost."

"It's hard to explain." His mate turned to him, clarity in his eyes. "Anger is... kind of like a plant, really. It starts off a simple, little seed but then it grows. Its roots dig deeper and its branches stretch further, blocking out all the light." Dante looked down at his paws with a little smile. "At first, I thought I was angry at you two because I had to share you with Russ. Then I realised that I loved Russ as well so that couldn't be the root of my anger. I thought it might be because you were letting go of your humanity and becoming all demon. But then I met Leopold and realised that humanity isn't defined by what you look like or even how you act. Maybe I was angry because I blamed myself for being careless and causing all of this. But if that happened, then I would never have fallen in love."

"So what is it?" Flash asked, eager for an answer. "Why were you angry?"

"Because I love you both."

"You keep saying that!" Flash shouted, swiping his claws through the air. "How could you be angry at that!?"

"Flash," Russ said calmly. "Listen to what he's saying." The older Hellhound turned to Dante with a proud and affectionate look on his face. All his anger faded and he wore the same serene look that Dante had. "He loves us both."

"Will you just tell me what you mean!?"

"Do you love me, Flash?" Dante asked.

"Of course I do!"

"Then say it. Say you love me."

Flash's brow furrowed and a realisation slowly dawned on him. "Wait... Is that why you were mad? You love me... love us but we... I never said I loved you?"

"Because_you_ never said you loved him," Russ corrected.

"What!? I've said I love you many times!"

"No you haven't," Dante corrected. "Think about it.Really think about it. When have you said you love me?"

"Well there was..." He stopped himself. Over the past three weeks, he thought to all the times he had a conversation with Dante. "I... I_implied_ it."

His mate laughed softly. "Not the same."

"Then I'll say it now." Flash took Dante's paws. "I love you, Dante. I really do."

Again, his mate laughed and pried his paws away. "Sorry Flash. I kind of forced it out of you. Doesn't count." He sighed and looked off into the horizon. "My anger mutated from that simple desire. You never once said you loved me so I started taking it out on you and Russ when I saw you together. Then I blamed you two being demons and thought your fantasies were an 'unholy union' or something. After that, I blamed myself for causing this whole mess because if I hadn't been so careless, you would never have met Russ, we would never have become Hellhounds and you and I might've just had a nice little sleepover."

Dante's shoulders sagged heavily. "But it was all because of that one, stupid little thing. Like you said, you implied it. It should've been enough. And now we're here..."

Flash pursed his lips. Then he abruptly stood up, paws clenched tightly. Dante and Russ looked to him, puzzled at his sudden movement. He reconsidered what he was about to do but threw aside all doubt. His right leg almost didn't want to bend but he forced it with all his might, placing himself kneeling in front of Dante.

With both paws, he took Dante's paw and lifted it so that it was at eye level with him. "Dante De Mont..."

Dante's eyes widened. "What's happening...?"

"... will you do me the honour..."

"You're not serious."

"Of being my soul mate?"

Dante yanked his paw away. "You can't be serious!"

"I'm dead serious," Flash snarled back. "If we've only got a few more moments before that bastard out there devours us, then I want to spend it with my soul bound to yours." He folded his ears back and placed both his paws on his mate's knees. "Dante, you made my dreams come true and brought the world of the supernatural, something I believed in for my whole life, to reality. You make me stronger. Hell, you dove into my_dad's_ cock to save me. You even followed both of us into a demon's devouring maw and are protecting us with your_soul_. I don't know anyone else I would rather become part of my soul than you."

Dante glanced towards Russ. "Are you sure?"

Doubt came crawling back in and Flash took a second too long to reply. He realised this too late especially when Dante took his paw.

"Flash..."

"No... please," Flash begged. "I want to be with you, Dante. Forever."

"I know," his mate answered gently. "But I can't ask you to choose between me and Russ."

Russ knelt between them, placing his big paws on their shoulders. He smiled towards them both even if there were tears in his eyes. "Dante, he chose you. I've already got my soul mate. Take it."

"No," Dante answered.

"But why?" Flash cried, his own tears starting to well up. "Is it because your soul is about to be devoured by this asshole? If you're trying to be some martyr here, Dante, I don't fucking care! I'll go down to Hell with you! If we're going to be Desmond's Thralls, I'd rather be a Thrall with you than live another moment alone!"

Dante laughed brightly. "No, you idiot. You're both idiots." He flashed them both a bright grin. "I'm not making you choose because me or Russ. Because I want to be soul mates to both of you."

Russ' eyes widened. "You mean... a three-way Soul Bond? That's... That's rare enough as it is... Are... are you sure?"

"I'm positive," Dante said, filling Flash's heart with hope and joy. "We're a family. All three of us. And even if we've got only a few more minutes left together, I want it to be left feeling whole. And you two complete me."

He took their paws and Flash took Russ'

"Like I said, I love you both."

******

Desmond suspicions were just starting to abate when he suddenly felt an incredible surge of power explode from the network. It started off a dull throbbing like a heartbeat. But it was strong. Strong enough that he could feel it in every root, every vine and every branch within the entirety of the Garden. It shook him to his very core and filled him with dread.

He looked to the three bodies of the Hellhounds before him, the light in their eyes and muzzles fading and their bodies free for him to shape as he saw fit. Before he could start, he needed to consume their souls completely and then add a fragment back in to give the husks life. But one of the souls was protecting the others; a particularly hard morsel to swallow.

The throbbing increased and he realised it was coming from that one soul. Except... it wasn't just one soul. It was like... three in one. It was buried deep within the network, deep underground where it would feed the rest of the Garden but he could feel the heat and radiance coming off it even from where he stood on his flower. It was burning his feet!

"What the hell is going on!?" he demanded.

Again, the beat of radiance grew stronger and stronger. A miniature_sun_ was buried deep underground and right before his eyes, he could feel his network starting to dissolve! The roots of the Garden were burning away. All the work Wesley had put into creating their paradise was crumbling before his very eyes.

Black flames suddenly began erupting in geysers all over the ground. The soil would just snap open and the fire would shoot out in powerful columns. The flames reached all the way up to the canopy of his Well of Wrath, burning away the leaves and branches rapidly, leaving the plain, boring brown foliage of the uninfected plants.

"No! What have you bastards done!" he roared. He thrust his tentacles at the three bodies but a wall of black fire suddenly erupted just at the borders of his flower. He recoiled and immediately commanded the flower to start closing in on him, protecting him.

But even that couldn't protect him.

The liquid rage that the flower sprang from began bubbling and he could see the Hellfire blossoming beneath the surface.

"No... No!NO!"

With one last scream, Desmond was engulfed in a blistering column of Hellfire.

******

Wesley felt Desmond's fall and stopped at the edge of his Garden. He turned around, eyes wide. An advancing wall of black fire came rushing at him and his Uncle Jarrod from deep in the forest. He was unafraid and even snarled, challenging the wall to come at him.

"Come on!" he roared. "Come at me!"

The flames advanced...

... then abruptly stopped just a few short feet away from him. His anger faded momentarily into confusion. The ebony flames faded into nothingness, leaving only the plain, brown bark of the trees and leaving nothing of the ghostly white that was his mark on this world.

Just like that, his Garden was gone.

His first thought was to storm back in there and kill the bastards that had ruined his work.

Then he remembered Desmond's sacrifice.

"Come on, Uncle Jar," he rumbled. "Let's get the fuck out of here."

He turned.

And froze.

Right beside his Uncle Jarrod stood an familiar figure. A young man with stark white hair, a red coat and puckish features.

"You!" he sneered. He immediately lashed at Havoc with his tentacles. The No One waved his had absently through the air and all strength immediately left his tendrils. They flopped uselessly to the ground, limp, flaccid.

"Me," the Harbinger said calmly.

"Get the fuck away from my Uncle!"

The No One laughed softly and rested a hand on Jarrod's shoulder. "You know, one of the fun things about being a man of the world is that you get to see and experience a lot of things. I mean, while we No Ones do keep a degree of anonymity, we do let_some_knowledge of our existence slip through the cracks. One of the great ways we test people's worthiness is their determination to find us."

Wesley's disbelief showed through his eyes and he turned his red eyes towards Jarrod. "No... you didn't..."

"I heard about them a long time ago," his uncle responded softly. "I learned about them from my travels. Met Havoc a while back. It's how I learned about demons and the Dead Men. It's why I wasn't so shocked when you became a demon. Havoc showed me a hell of a lot, you know."

"And you surely must've wondered how he managed to stay unconscious while you were ranting and raging as your troops fell all around you," Havoc chuckled.

"You were contacting him!?"

Jarrod opened his left hand, revealing a golden coin that he somehow managed to keep even after being stripped of his clothing and pleasured for hours. "A while back, Havoc gave me this coin. He said I get one favour from him. I'm calling that favour now, Wes."

"What? To kill me?" sneered Wesley. "I thought you abhorred death." He fired the last sentence at Havoc.

"Oh no. Nothing so crude," Havoc laughed.

A sudden gust of wind exploded from behind Wesley and he turned. In front of him was a swirling mass of darkness, clouds of angry red energies swirling amidst the oval void.

"That is a portal to Hell," the No One said. "It's your choice. Hell or Earth."

Wesley snarled at the gateway. "If you think I'm going to step into that fucking thing -"

"I wasn't talking to you."

His heart froze and he turned once more towards his Uncle... who was standing right in behind him.

"Sorry Wes."

The push came more of a shock than the heartbreak. His favourite uncle, the uncle he had modelled his life after, betrayed him. He wasn't sure whether to be angry or not. He couldn't even utter the scream of frustration before the darkness swallowed him up and he disappeared into the void.

The portal closed with a faint_whooshing_ noise, leaving no sign of its existence.

Jarrod squeezed his eyes shut and let out a shuddering sigh. "Fuck..."

"I won't tell you that you did the right thing," Havoc said gently. "You could have guided him on to a new path. Taught him to quell his anger and instead feed off the anger of others. He would've made a killing in anger management. But this is the path you chose. You'll have to live with it."

Jarrod shook his head grimly. "Sometimes, I fucking hate you."

"Is this one of those times?

The biker shook his head sadly. "No. It was the right thing. Wesley made his choices. I made mine." He tossed the coin at Havoc. "Now we're even. I don't ever want to see you again."

The No One chuckled softly and turned away. As his coat fluttered with the motion, a set of clothes appeared on Jarrod. "Keep walking straight ahead. You'll find a shiny new motorcycle and a sizeable amount of cash in the bag. A phone is there as well in case you want to talk to your brother."

Jarrod didn't feel like thanking the Harbinger of Havoc. From his experiences with the No One, personal heartbreak was just the kind of thing he loved.

He_did_ represent Chaos, after all.

******

It was odd that they hadn't found Wesley in the Garden but after having just formed a three-way Soul Bond, the three Hellhounds had entered their 'honeymoon period'. Russ couldn't keep his paws off Dante or Flash and even when he wasn't looking, he found at least one of his paws groping his new mates. Driving back home had been torment and he had to_insist_ that Dante rode shotgun with him so that the two weren't molesting one another in the back while he sat in the front unattended.

He promised them that he'd call school to explain their absence... at least for the next week or so. He would have to put up some wards to make sure no one heard their earth-shattering roars as they fucked over and over and over again but a few minutes wouldn't hurt now that he had a lifetime to spend with his new soul mates.

Already, he could feel the strength and love radiating from their close bond. He never felt more complete than he did at that moment. And though he still felt Virgil's soul in the corner, the weight of his first's absence was shared by both of his pups so it wasn't so crushing anymore. Besides, he could feel Virgil's pride and love as well with the development. Somehow, he just knew that his mate was looking down at them from wherever he was, happy that he had found happiness again.

"Are we there yeeeet?" Flash whined. "I swear, my balls are busting and they're growing by an inch every second!"

He glanced down at Flash's crotch which sported his very erect boner and gurgling balls. He gave the member a little, teasing squeeze. Flash gripped his paw, guiding it up his shaft eagerly. Russ had to fight the urge to jack off his pup and yanked his paw away. "Almost," he said. "Just be patient."

He glanced at the rear view mirror. "Dante! Stop that!"

His other pup looked up sheepishly. Dante's tongue was wrapped around his own dick. The sight of Dante committing auto-fellatio was infinitely arousing and just the way his pup whimpered and pulled away in shame was just so adorable.

"We promised," he reminded them. "We need to set up the wards so we're undisturbed and no one detects us. Remember, there are Dead Men in Angelton. If they find us, we'll be in trouble."

"But you said it yourself!" Flash exclaimed, flexing his bicep. "We're way stronger than they are or any other demons! Three-way Soul Bonds are rare because they're so powerful!"

"They're rare because three demons can rarely get along with one another for an extended period of time," corrected Russ. "And you haven't even_started_ to feel what a Soul Bond can do." He grinned as he made the final turn towards his house. "Trust me. Once I set up the wards and we start fucking you're going... to... feel..."

His voice slowly trailed off as he slowed the car.

Dread filled his heart and, thanks to their Soul Bond, it was shared amongst his pups. All three Hellhound noticed the figure standing in the doorway of their home.

"Oh no..." Russ began.

"Is that..." Flash continued.

"Oh fuck me..." Dante whimpered.

Russ emerged from the car, ignoring the fact that he was in full Hellhound form and all three of his dicks were painfully erect. He marched over to the stunningly beautiful woman with the golden blonde hair and alabaster skin.

"What the fuck are you doing here!?" he demanded.

She turned towards him, lifting at an eye at his appearance. A frown crossed her features when Flash stuck his head out of the car and Dante pressed his up against the window. He watched her expression closely. For a moment, her eyes narrowed in suspicion... then it widened... and then narrowed again as she turned her cornflower blue eyes towards him.

"Really? Those two? They're not even a tenth of your age and you make a Soul Bond with them?"

"That's none of your business, Sarah!" he growled. "What are you doing here!?"

"What does it look like?" she replied, crossing her arms. "Angelton is overrun by demons. My colleagues are concerned. I was sent here because the only demon we know that still lives in Angelton is none other than the legendary Cerberus. And now I find out this happened?"

"Russ!" Flash shouted from the window. "Is she really...? I mean... is she actually...?"

Sarah looked past Russ and looped her arm around his. "Yes, dears. My name is Sarah. I'm Russ' ex. I'm also an Angel."