"What the actual shit is going on here?" You starred down at the hoard of devils that plagued the bull form of the Black Bulls hideout. There had to be over fifty high-ranked devils surrounding and attempting to invade the Black Bull's base. 'What the hell did these idiots do this time?!' You could see Asta, Yami, and Nacht holding the Devils back as best as they could. From the looks of it, Vanessa, Grey, Charmy, and Gordon had been injured badly; you could see their blood splattered behind them. This was ridiculous. There shouldn't have been anymore devils after that final battel against Lucius.
Despite the raging wind around you, you could hear the sound on heavy breathing growing increasingly unsteady behind you. Out of the corner of your eye you could see sweat gather on Zenon's face, his eyes were concentrated on the devils, and his mouth quivered in fear. This was a bad idea, and you knew it. Why'd you let him come? "There's... so many... I don't understand... How...?" There was no way he would be able to fight. He'd get himself killed in a second. You couldn't let him fight if you were consciously knowing of that fact. "Zenon, focus." Zenon looked at you almost immediately. So, he was at least still responsive.
You gestured with your hands to land in the forest beside the base. The both of you touched the ground and dismounted your brooms, sashing both of them behind a tree. You had to get in there and help them, but how in the Hell were you supposed to do that? A full-frontal assault? That would just get the two of you killed- especially if you dragging Zenon into this. You'd think that for someone who once made a contract with one of the rulers of the underworld, he might not be as fearful of them. There was only one way you were really getting through this, and you knew it.
"Zenon. Are you listening?" You didn't face him, and your voice was a whisper; so that you weren't discovered by the devils. "Yeah." You heard his reply. "Good. This is what you're going to do. Once I attack them, I want you to sneak around the back. Get to the downed mages and heal them. If you can't, then just get them back inside the base. Am I understood?" "But sir, how are you going to attack them? You'll get yourself killed!" Zenon shouted in a whisper. You turned back to look at him with a cold expression, "shut up and do as ordered. Now." Zenon hesitated. You were going to get yourself killed. He didn't have a chance to protest though.
You took a few steps away from Zenon. You took a deep breath, letting your body relax for a moment. 'Night Magic; Lycanthrope Curse.' All of you was enveloped by a blinding light. Zenon had to shield his eyes and turn away from you. This wasn't the first time you'd used this spell. You didn't mind this spell, after all, he'd shown you how beautiful it could be viewed, a different perspective- rather than just as the cursed spell you grown to see it as. But now he was gone. You couldn't see what he saw in this spell anymore- just what everyone else saw.
"Get back, kid!" Yami ordered as he slashed through another devil. "I can still fight!" Asta was panting at this point; they'd been battling these unexpected invaders non-stop for twenty minutes straight with still no end in sight. "Asta you're reaching your limit, fall back!" Nacht backed Yami's order. "But Vice-Captain-!" "Now!" Nacht wasn't yet reaching his limit, however these devils reminded him of how he failed that night; it was eating away at him and his ability to fight. "Nacht. Keep it together." Yami ordered. "I should be saying that to you." Nacht smirked.
The claw of one of the larger devils knocked Asta to the ground, sending him into the dirt. "Asta!" Almost everyone shouted out, desperate to save the boy. The devil that swung at him was tackled to the ground by a blur of white instead of finishing of Asta. No one could quite understand what was unfolding before them, perhaps another enemy? The head of the devils went rolling across the ground- separated from the body. How were they going to fight something that just killed a devil like that with such ease. The blur of white stood back upright, standing in front of the Black Bulls defensively, facing the devils.
It was a wolf. The wolf's fur was pure white and looked soft. It was far taller than a normal wolf, the top of it's head nearing two meters off the ground. It's sharp teeth were barred, already freshly stained with the blood of the devil it had killed. It's paws were easily the size of Asta's face, and it's claws looking sharper than its teeth. What caught Nacht's attention was the icey-blue of it's eyes; the exact same shade as Morgen's. He knew exactly what that thing before them was.
"What is that thing?!" Noelle shouted in a panic. Asta starred up at the beast that had just saved him and stood in front of him, 'this ki. (Y/N)?!' "I know those eyes... (Y/N)..." Nacht starred in complete shock. The last time he'd seen you in this form, using this spell, you fit in his lap. You turned your head back to look at the Black Bulls, checking over them. They were all shocked, if not terrified. Yami laughed, "I knew I'd seen this before. Go get 'em kiddo!" You let out a low growl at him before charging at the large group of devils.
A swing of your paw took of the heads of multiple devils at once. You were a threat to them, and they saw that. The devils launched their attacks at you all at once. Devil magic. However, the attacks that grew close to you were immediately combated by multiple groups of stars in the form of the Orion constellation, exploding and taking out the attacks. You launched further into the group of devils. Your claws slashed their hearts and teeth easily ripped them to pieces. Nothing but low growls came from your throat.
Stars continued to gather around the devils you fought, exploding, killing the devil with ease. Between you physical attacks and your magic-based attacks, you had this under control. Defeat them, go back to base for a shower. It was simple situation with a simple solution. Kill every last devil standing here. You didn't have time to protect the idiots sprawled around the base, so you'd just have to leave that up to Zenon. There was no time to think about that. Nor was there any time to think about the consequences of handling all these devils on your own. Destroy the heart, move on. It was what you had to do.
Your claws slashed through the necks and chests of the devils with ease. There discoloured blood didn't frighten you, didn't put you off. It was nothing but disgusting and a pain. The good news was when you changed back the blood wouldn't remain on you. Even so, the feeling was stomach-churning to most. If it weren't for the pain you'd felt, the times you'd suffered, you wouldn't be able to fight like this right now. You'd be hesitating. If it weren't for the pain...
With more force than before, you pinned a devil to the ground by its neck, slashing through it's chest with you paw, successfully slicing it's heart in two. A devil tried to tackle you from your side, but you turn and swung at it before it could reach you. You were far stronger than them. The Black Bulls watched you closely; what the Hell was going on here?
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The White Wolf
Fanfiction(Y/N) is a nineteen year old boy living in the noble realm. Status never bothered (Y/N), he didn't care who you were or where you were from. Not after the incident; he didn't care. In a recently formed squad; White Wolves, (Y/N) was promoted to vice...
