[ostrzeżenie: gore, śmierć, krew]
"You fucking homewrecker! You seduced my wife!" someone shouted in his ear, waking him from his doze under the beautiful, huge oak tree grown on a small hill far from the nearest town.
"Huh?" still sleepy and confused, he glanced at the wolf standing over him, munching and trying to get the bad taste out of his mouth.
"My wife. You slept with my wife!" the wolf ranted.
It was a male of average size, with light, creamy fur and golden eyes. Asmoday sniffed, trying to remember the last time he banged, and he was ashamed to admit that he couldn't even remember a situation like this in the last few… whatever.
"I think you got the wrong guy, good sir" he stated, starting to slowly rise from the ground.
"Are you insinuating that I'm dumb? That's it, I-" he barked furiously, but his boldness ended when the Asmoday finally straightened.
"Do you want to finish this sentence?" the male asked, baring his fangs in a malicious grin and looking down at the wolf.
"Yes. I-" his accuser gulped. "I challenge you to a duel!"
"Oh, a duel you say" the male bared his fangs in a sneer as he slouched down to be at eye level with the other wolf. "Like a fight?"
"A fight. You and me. Tomorrow at noon, meet me here" the wolf blurted, as if he wanted to get rid of the words as quickly as possible.
At this point, Asmoday was simply curious. He hadn't slept with the poor man's wife, but once he was challenged to a duel, it was impossible to refuse. It would be too much of a blow to his pride. He was definitely not the warrior type, though fighting was no stranger to him. Asmoday hadn't fought anyone in a long time, and he wondered if his old skills were still there. His size wasn't exactly his ally, though it often made opponents give up before they lunged at him with their teeth. If anything, it made his movements slower and sloppier, allowing others to hit his sensitive spots with ease. But also the lack of pain made him able to fight until he was immobilized or unconscious, making him never lose a fight, even if the opponent was much stronger or more experienced. Although the consequences of such fights were much more severe
"All right, bet. Let's spar" he declared, then he snapped his teeth at the wolf, startling him and shooing him away.
Then, with a smile on his lips, he watched as the light ball of fur ran down the hill, then slowed down as if embarrassed.
The next day he showed up at the appointed time by the lonely oak tree. The day was exceptionally nice, the sun was warm and pleasant, and the gentle breeze made the air not so stuffy. It was more than a perfect day for bloodshed. However, he could not see his opponent anywhere, which partly justified him to consider that he won this fight and return home. But he decided to stay, just to be sure. And after a short time it turned out to be a good decision. His rival appeared panting and visibly disturbed, perhaps even slightly frightened. With him came the female wolf, obviously worried and panting heavily. Her fur was brown, her lovely, tear-stained eyes were the color of the morning sky. Probably his wife, whom Asmoday saw maybe three times when she came to him for help, begging him to cure her constant fatigue. Perhaps that's where her partner's belief came from.
"Hello, miss. Do my potions still help?" Asmoday purred, giving her a polite smile and bowing slightly.
"Don't you dare talk to my wife, you bastard!" the wolf barked, and his wife gaze jumped in panic between her husband and Asmoday.
"Darling, please calm down" she cried, tears streaming down her pretty, little face. "Please let's go home, I didn't do anything with him, I swear."
"Liars! Both of you! You are fucking worthy of each other" the wolf glared at Asmoday with rage.
"I can assure you, she is telling the truth"
"Shut the fuck up! We wouldn't have a problem if you hadn't put your hands on my wife!" the wolf snapped, then spat on Asmoday's paws.
It was the pinnacle of contempt in Asmoday's eyes. He twisted his mouth in displeasure, glaring furiously at the other wolf. Before any word left his mouth, or before he could make any move, the smaller wolf growled loudly, leaping forward from his hind legs. Jumping on his rival, he began to snap his teeth blindly, aiming for the wolf's throat, but he was constantly pushed back. Trying to reposition themselves, they rolled sideways, finally able to deliver their first bites. In the blink of an eye they got up, and then they both collided with each other once again, standing on their hind legs and trying to overpower the other one, biting their neck and muzzle again and again. Asmoday was blinded by fury, not even being able to identify where he was biting and tearing, or where he himself suffered a wound. He was blinded by the blood, its strong metallic taste driving him crazy. He didn't care if he survived, he didn't care about winning. Asmoday fought to kill.
Tufts of black and beige fur kept falling to the ground, along with streams of blood, which he tasted on his tongue as well. Somehow, the smaller wolf managed to knock him over, towering over him and biting his throat like a madman. Asmoday, however, felt nothing, which made him not even bother with his situation or what was the right move. Kicking up, he gained a safer position for him and with one snap of his huge jaw bit into the body of his opponent. With a strong jerk, he bit out the chunk of the wolf's body. A huge wave of blood was ejected from the smaller body, staining the rival's fur and creating a pool on the snow. The body fell limply to the ground, the snap of the larger wolf's jaws was enough to kill instantly. The chewed piece was spat out right next to the corpse.
"Fuck." He cursed under his breath, spewing out a wave of blood.
It took him a moment to realize that the wife of the already dead wolf had been watching their entire fight and was standing stunned a few steps away. She cried, choking on her own tears, but no sound came out of her throat.
"I'm so terribly sorry" Asmoday whispered, glancing at the dead body, then slowly approaching the female.
He saw the terror in her eyes, but she couldn't move a muscle. He himself felt his muscles getting weaker and weaker with each step, losing blood at a dangerous rate. As he limped past the female, she fell to the ground, then let out a roar of despair and regret, trying to crawl to her lover's lifeless body.
"If you need… support, feel free to come to my lab. I can help you get rid of all these painful emotions."
In response, she howled louder, making his ears hurt.
Poor thing.
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