{"sf1_id":608556,"sf2_id":"dmB95yWe","title":"Demon Wolf and Demon Boy","author":"Levico","words":808,"posted_at":"2013-10-31T02:03:00.000Z","tags":["Angel","Demon","Halloween","Love","Poetry","Revenge","Werewolf"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/608556-demon-wolf-and-demon-boy","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/dmB95yWe","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/72/3c/723c6f69-3e86-4405-bcd2-c742dc694225","description":"#1 of !\n\nJust in time for Halloween! Part one of an epic poem in the works. A half demon on a quest for vengeance against the werewolf who attacked his girlfriend and guardian angel.\n~Lev","content":"Act 1\n\nIt was a black and starless night  \n  \nWhen one could see a chilling sight.  \n  \nUpon a road which the moon shone coy,  \n  \nMet Demon Wolf and Demon Boy.  \n  \nDeath paused in his fell work grim,  \n  \nAnd Jack made his living candle dim  \n  \nTo see things happen as they might  \n  \nOn that dark and cloudy night.\n\nThe sea was gripped in a gale strong and wild,  \n  \nJust the night for Demon Beast and Demon Child.  \n  \nAll-Hallows Eve was on the air  \n  \nAnd more than one creature came from its lair  \n  \nTo see what evil could be wrought  \n  \nAnd what poor soul set out to rot.\n\nFrom goblins, ghosts and ghouls,  \n  \nTo nameless things from pitch-black pools,  \n  \nAll came forth to witch and scare.  \n  \nBut all stopped to see the wolf were  \n  \nAnd the fierce devil's son,  \n  \nThose two, Demon Wolf and son of None.\n\nDemon Wolf stood tall and grim,  \n  \nWith fur stained darker than Satan's sin.  \n  \nFrom taloned paw to dripping maw,  \n  \nNone could withstand his fang and claw.  \n  \nDriven by savage hate and hunger sharp,  \n  \nHe longed for living flesh to part.\n\nWho was this to challenge him?  \n  \nThe son of a Fallen, a human mothered him.\n\n\u0026nbsp; Not even a demon in full-  \n  \nA wretch, overlooked by a needed cull.  \n  \nDemon Wolf felt his breath grow tight  \n  \nAt the thought of fresh meat tonight.\n\nBut the Demon Boy was in no mood to die.  \n  \nHe had come through fire and Raven's lie  \n  \nTo fight this foe, this heart to rend.  \n  \nThe wolf had hurt his angel friend.  \n  \nWide open had her body been laid,  \n  \nAnd even now she had started to fade.\n\nCompelled by love in vengeance's guise,  \n  \nThe lad held in his hand a werewolf's demise.  \n  \nA weapon, a knife, a silver blade,  \n  \nBy the holy priests of God was it made.  \n  \nCast in moonlight full,  \n  \nTempered in a dragon's skull,  \n  \nWolfbane the dagger was named  \n  \nAnd many beasts of the night had it claimed.\n\nWould it serve a demon for this one act of good?  \n  \nTo save the one he loved, his enemy of flesh and blood?  \n  \nStrange though their bond was,  \n  \nA guardian angel, a faithful friend, not only because  \n  \nOf a saved soul, turned lover to a lonely boy.  \n  \nShe would hold him in her arms, smiling at his hesitation coy,  \n  \nAnd keep him from the rain with her feathered wings,  \n  \nAnd at his request she would softly sing.\n\nA song of good things he never had and so couldn't miss,\n\n\u0026nbsp; Until at last his eyes would close and his cheek she would kiss,  \n  \nHaving lulled him to sleep against her chest,  \n  \nHis head resting on her soft breast.\n\nShe fell by the light of the moon,  \n  \nWandering the seashore and the dunes.  \n  \nConvinced him to come, she had not;  \n  \nSecrets in the Dark instead he sought.  \n  \n'Something is amiss,' he claimed,  \n  \n'No such creature that I know could cause this maim.'\n\nFound he earlier a man, hidden beneath the pier,  \n  \nBody and limbs torn asunder, foul with the reek of fear.  \n  \nThere was one other scent he could not name;  \n  \nJust out of reach, it eluded him, calling a game.  \n  \nHome he walked then, thoughts in a whirl,  \n  \nBut nary a one to the girl.\n\nMemory came to him as he stepped on the walk  \n  \nAnd he knew what it was he sought.  \n  \nIt brought him no joy, only fear,  \n  \nFor he knew the beast to be near.  \n  \nSearching, sniffing, as it slunk between the trees.  \n  \nThe angel knew it not; she thought it to be only the breeze.\n\nAll haste made in plight seem worthless to fight,  \n  \nDemon-Boy thought as he dashed through the night.  \n  \nCalling her name, he pelted over the sand,\n\n\u0026nbsp; Fumbling bullets into the gun in his hand.  \n  \nHe dropped them with a curse, and that's when he saw  \n  \nHis best friend's small form in the monster's maw.\n\nBlood shone in the moonlight bright,  \n  \nAnd his cry echoed throughout the night.  \n  \nThe wolf looked up from his kill  \n  \nTo see him coming down the hill.  \n  \nWith a rumbling snarl of a laugh he said,  \n  \nOf you I'll soon be rid,  \n  \nAnd I can enjoy a double-feast tonight.\n\nBut he spoke without knowledge of the boy's unholy rage;  \n  \nThe beast within was awaked, let out of its cage.  \n  \nLeft him did his control and right of mind,  \n  \nAll that was left was something he had hoped he left behind.  \n  \nThe darkest part of his soul made flesh,  \n  \nHis father's birthright, renewed afresh.\n\nNo escape for the wolf that dared to touch the claimed,  \n  \nBones and fur would be all that remained.  \n  \nBut the werewolf was no trembling fool,  \n  \nNor through weakness the night he had come to rule.  \n  \nThis stripling boy, this feral cat-  \n  \nHis neck he would snap like that of a rat's.\n\n  \n  \n\n"}