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Kapitel 230: Black Lion [#3]

"So, you and uncle creepy are Mates, like, One-for-life type of thing?"

"Well, yes, but actually no- Us, Lions, are naturally promiscuous, but I'm a little different you see?" Heracles scratched his chin while his other hand held the deeply asleep Peter Hale on his lap, after their log lovemaking session he came back to Beacon Hills, NorCal, to resume his talking with the Hale Pack: "I can be the only one he wants, but if he wants someone else in our relationship, I'm fine with it, we would need to talk about it, set boundaries, and work to make the relationship work." The Little Spark hummed and nodded, the Banshee beside him looked a little weary of the man in his arms, but he underestood why: "Well, after you explained to me what happened to him... I can, with certainty, say that his mind was corrupted by him going feral and he suffered from Soul Separation Syndrome after he was reborn."

These words seemed to peek the interest of the little fae thing who narrowed her eyes at him, while the Little Spark had a notebook in hand as he scrambled all information he was receiving in notes- His Mate, the Alpha of the pack, not liking his proximity to the boy one bit: "What do you mean by that?" Heracles smirked at her before his spark came to life, his eyes glowing for a speck of a second in a dark light as shadows moved and a panel appeared- Illusions showing a little chibi version of his Mate, Peter Hale, crawling out of the ground in a rather cute way: "When you are reborn, or when your soul gets back inside your body after being a long time outside it, there's a little side effect we call SSS, or Soul Separation Syndrome, where the body feels like you are hollow, without a soul, and your soul feels free, without a body-" The panel changed, this time showing a small white ghost and a black body lying on the ground with xs for eyes: "When someone dies, their soul leaves their body and depending on many circumstances, they can go to Valhalla, Heaven, Hell, Purgatorium, Gehenna, Elysium, and many other afterlives and other shit like that-"

He ignored the clear shock on the wolves faces as they all watched the panels change, showing some images from said afterlife dimensions: Hwaven, an endless golden city full of white clouds, Hell, a pit full of blue flames and screaming souls but also parties and hot demons, Purgatoium was a long grey hallway, full of souls that stretched on for thousands if not millions of kilometers, Valhalla was a giant place, tables scattered around with tables, food, wine, a never-ending party for warriors! Elysium was beautiful garden, full of flowers and transparent skeletal animals alongside heroes of the past, and at last but not least, Gehenna was an endless pit full of darkness and screams.

"Anyway, it doesn't matter right now... What matters is that for few months or so, his soul and body will feel disconnected, which leads to imbalance on the mind and whatnot, but it can e easily healed with a potion, ot even my your werewolf bond things, which brings us to our next topic of this meeting: The Druid." There was a momentary pause and silence before Derek huffed: "Deaton?" Stiles scoffed under his breath while saying: "Cryptic asshole that doesn't say shit-" His voice was cut short by Heracles' chuckle and hand, that patted the head of the weaker and smaller boy, earning him a warning growl from the Alpha: "Oh, relax puppy- i won't steal away your mate." There was silence before Stiles, Little Spark, turned slowly and looked at the red face of the alpha who was blushing hard: "I... Mate?"

"You didn't know?" The shaking of the head was all he needed as an answer, he turned to the brooding werewolf and let out a sigh: "You're stupid... Fucking young people, thinking they got all the fucking time in the world... Just, i don't know, get drunk, use drugs, fuck or something!" He raised his hands to the air with an exaggerated gesture that ended up making Peter stir in his arms: "Just live, live before you loose." He sounded like he was talking from experience, which was terrifying in many levels: "So... Deaton?" And back to the topic they were, but there was this awkward atmosphere around them as Peter slowly came to consciousness: "The Druid isn't your Emissary, is he, Stupid Alpha?" There was a groan coming from Derek and a snort from Stiles, the pack decided to keep quiet and not chime in, this was already awkward enough and the newly mates couple smelled so strongly of each other that it made Derek's wolf angsty: "He isn't Stupidwolf's, i mean, Derek's Emissary, no. The Pack doesn't have one."

"Wait, aren't you the Emissary Little Spark?"

"I'm a human though, i can't be an Emissary?"

"And whobwas such fool to tell you that you can't be pack because you are human? In fact, the most powerful people i know are human- Wilding magic, sure, enchanted? Of course, a trained red haired assassin for a secret organization? An archer even better than all the hunters? Sure." Pushing his nose against the exposed neck of his mate and inhaling their scent together, Heracles turned and told the little spark that smelled of hope, insecurity, anxiety, and sadness as he said: "But they all are human in essence, they're the powerhouses this world has against metaphysical, supernatural, and physical threats... I mean, the Avengers are a little mean, te Ancient One is a prick, the Panther king doesn't like lions, and I'm pretty sure i managed to piss off at least a couple hunter families... Many humans, all human, they are all human and i am very much so intimated by many of them." His claws tapped against the sofa he sat on, his Mate nuzzled his beard closer to him, scent marking him even more than they already smelled of each other! Stiles, however, noticed a small, little dark blue glow beneath the nails of the Werelion (Like, that's so weird! Werelions were a thing apparently?) and grew curious-

"Hey, Léon?" Heracles "Call me Léon, only my mate can call me Heris, Heracles, Heron, or any other variants" Aíttitos Léon turned to look at the little spark as he looked at his claws- "Oh, this?" He spread the open and they all saw, the weak, faintest glow as they tapped against any surface: "It's actually really neat y'know... After going through hell to get them, of course, they're Vibranium infused alongside Adamantine in there too... I think steel too? Or maybe it was, like, granites... It's been a few years since they burned my bones and injected them with liquid metal... It hurt, but being essentially immortal makes it hard to die y'know? Even more so when your skeleton is basically a kinetic energy absorbent, it took me a while to learn how to control the release of pent up energy though." He talked about being tortured as if he was talking about the weather! It stunned them for a second, Stiles clearly too excited to learn more about things and with many, many questions that his eyes practically glowed-

Oh no, they were glowing.

"Huh, so your Natural Element is Light? That's quite something little spark." Léon smirked at the young boy (who definitely did not blush Shut up) when his Mate woke up completely- Peter had this languid and relaxed expression on his face as his chest rumbled with sound, Heracles responding in a purr of his own- Curiously enough, Lions cannot purr, but because he is in human form, he has the right muscles to vibrate his vocal cords just right to make purring possible! "Hi." Peter replied bashfully, a little sleepy and still on the long afterglow of the many, many orgasms and dry orgasms he had from being fucked over 55 times by the man now holding him! He smelled so good in a peaceful mixture between their scents that it settled his inner wolf in a way that he hasn't felt in so many years.

He actually smiled, he let his mask down, he let himself be vulnerable for a second: "Hi, baby." His mate, his handsome, handsome mate smiled so gently to him that he felt like he was in heaven- "This is literally so sweet i might puke." Instantly, Peter tensed as he realized that they weren't, in fact, alone at all- He turned to look around and smelled the pack of his nephew around, he was in the loft and was surrounded by everyone! "Don't worry baby, I'll blind them if you want me to." Léon chuckled before Lydia just sighed as Isaac, the one Léon thought as a puppy, asked: "So wait... you're an alpha, has magic powers, can fully shift, has metal for bones, was tortured, and is mated to Peter? Your luck is very strange." Peter felt vulnerable for a second, his wolf had started to influence his feelings too much recently (something that hasn't happened ever since he was reborn) and he turned to snarl at Isaac, but he was stopped by a big and warm hand on his neck, massaging him gently: "Yeah, I'm very lucky to find my mate after.... It's 2014 now right? So it's been 92 years since i was born, huh, I'm an old man."

"So you fought with Captain America in the war!?" Stiles asked, seriously curious right now, but Heracles just shook his head: "Not really- i mean, i fought him yes, but we weren't exactly on the same side... Hydra y'know? Big bad organization? Yeah, Hunters aren't the only ones that fucked me up- Oh, i know there were two Hales that actually were on the Howling Commando under Steve Roger's orders, i remember fighting Robertson Hale and Henric Hale... if I'm not wrong i have their claws with me too." It was Derek's and Peter's turn to be speechless for a few seconds, Derek and Peter knew that Robertson and Henric Hale were considered war heroes by their family who died in service of the United States of America in aiding the war efforts, they even had a squad named the Howling Commandos for them, members of this squad were mainly Werewolves actually!

"So... You're 92? Want me to call you daddy now?" Not knowing exactly what to say to the information that his MATE might've actually killed his ancestors, he decided to react in a way that would catch him off-guard- Flirting. However, the results of such teasingly flirtatious poke was met with the musky and heavy scent of arousal coming from Heracles: "Do you want me to call you my baby boy?" Well, Peter wasn't opposed to it, he inhaled the scent of his Mate's arousal- It was really strong, since he was an Alpha and really strong too, so his scent was heavy and Peter saw how all the werewolves besides him gag for a second as they smelled what could be disgusting for their sensitive nose.

Since the scent was for his and his wolf's enjoyment alone and no one else's.

"Okay, no kinky talking- Are we seriously going to ignore that he just said he worked for Hydra? No one's freaking out? Just me?" Stiles waved his hands around before pointing at him, he turned to Derek only to see him with a very constipated face: "Hey, Derek?" His eyes traced around and he saw everyone very much frowning, he approached Derek to ask what was going on when the larger man pulled him into his embrace and sniffed him hard- It was sudden and he didn't know how to react for a second, but thankfully Peter came to his rescue: "Ah, my nephew's just scent marking you, as well as absorbing your scent so he can ignore my Mate's... strong smell, since he's an Alpha, close to you, and well..."

"Shut up, Peter." Derek growled at his uncle, making Heracles just look at him for a second before a rumbling noise echoed in the room that made all wolves stop- Heracles huffed at them before burying his face in Peter's hair, he decided to take him out to a date later, if he can walk by then.

-Author Note-

Peter's hot, in this fic he's a little bit more hairy, since werewolves need their fur.


Kapitel 231: Black Lion [#4]

"Well..." Lying on his back with his mate on top of him, Heracles sighed: "I guess it'd be better if we know more about each other." Peter raised his head, hair wild and lips red, kissed and bitten by the man before him: "Hi." Heracles smiled a little, his chin resting on top of Peter's head as kept talking: "My name's Hercules or Heracles Aíttitos Léon, I'm 92 years old, I'm 7 feet tall, i weight about a ton if I'm not wrong... I was born in Greece, 21 of August in 1922, my parents were Werelions who were half feral in nature, both capable of full shift and sometimes going beserk at the scent of blood. I had three siblings, me being the oldest one, that u watched die as i couldn't protect them." Peter did not comment, he simply listened and breathed, waiting for Heracles to go on: "I was captured by Hunters, they were... Not good, to say the least, and i confess i sometimes have nightmares about that time still, but they were only the beginning of my hell-"

Peter listened as Heracles told him, how he was sold to Hydra to be an experiment, how his flesh, bones, and even internal organs were removed from him, many times without any drug to reduce the pain, how he was tested by them with different environments and situations, how they injected him with many drugs they developed and somehow his magic made his body absorb that and make him immune to all types of poison, vrnom, drug, neurotoxin or otherwise hurtful substances that enter his body: "That was when i learned- My belief changed my magic, my belief changed me." He smiled a little, remembering how his belief made his body slowly adapt to fire, ice, drowning, lack of air, blood, nutrients, and even high pressure to the point where it didn't affect him at all: "They also created new species of wolfsbane, they named it after me y'know? Nemean Bane, the Bane of the Nemean Lion." He kept talking, how somehow they found out about his magical capabilities and started to explore it further-

"And that was when i died." He chuckled, Peter let out a small gasp as his wolf whined inside his head, only for a big black lion to manifest itself within his mind's eye and cuddle closer to his wolf: "I woke up in a dark place, y'know? A really dark place- A hellish dimension of nightmares, full of demonic creatures and Lovecraftian shit- Oh, right, he doesn't exist here... Imagine a pile of flesh full of mouths and eyes that screams twenty four seven! There were lots of them there for some reason- anyway, i died, ended up in that nightmare demonic hell dimension, killed the owner and took it for myself, which granted me so much knowledge and power that i summoned myself back to earth, reviving myself in the process, and becoming immortal!" Léon kissed his forehead, he was purring and that was adorable: "And then?" Peter whispered, knowing the story didn't just end there- no, it had more to it: "Oh, so the Ancient One, this bald woman came to me, we talked, had tea after she tried to send me away, i made an oath to protect earth in times of need and i was allowed to stay..."

There was a pause, then Heracles awkwardly whispered: "And i also kinda became the magical owner of the entirety of Greece, Italy, and the books and documenta of the entire Vatican?" Peter's brain stopped working for a second... "You what?"

"It kinda happened- I tried casting a spell, but i casted amother one, a ritual one, and i had met all the requirements for it to work! I was in my birthland, i bled there, i was born there and i died there, i was reborn there... And other things happened there, i also am descendent from the Roman Emperor Caligula somehow, don't ask, which grants me the entire roman empire as mine alongside everything from it, like the Vatican itself and even other places..." Peter was sincerely impressed by his Mate's wealth and power, which only made him hotter on Peter's lustful eyes: "And it doesn't stop there, i can order people who were born in these places, and even descendents of people who were born there... But like, it stops working once someone is related to these places beyond my birthday, so from 1922 forward is all good, before? Doesn't work, magic's weird babe." Heracles huffed out a breath through his nose, he just recounted his whole life to his mate and he felt- Light.

Even more so when Peter just caressed his chest with his hands and teased him slowly, his scent turning into lust as his finger teasingly touched his right nipple and pinched it- "Oh, you little-" Peter smiled as Heracles pushed him down and invaded his mouth with the big, long, meaty, and prickly tongue of his: "Needy bitch." He finished his sentence after pulling his tongue out, making Peter whine in distress, since he felt so much better with that thick tongue in his mouth! "Don't think i can't see that you're avoiding the subjects, baby." Peter froze instantly- Sighing, he knew that he couldn't escape this even if he tried his hardest, so he decided to give in and say: "Well... I tried, can't help myself- Defense mechanism y'know?" The only response he got was a pair of lips touching his forehead and hands massaging his lower muscles while drawing the pain out, making them not feel as sore as they were a few seconds ago: "There isn't anything that interesting about me... I was born in Beacon Hills in April 27, 1976, I'm 38 now so that's that- After i became the Left Hand under Talia's command, i was tasked with gathering information and protecting the pack from afar, but never getting close enough to actually be pack or participate on it."

Not really knowing the pain of being forcefully "removed" from a pack but still having duties to it, Heracles could only offer his Mate comfort by listening to him and nuzzling closer: "I was tasked to follow the kids too- Watch them grow, that's how i know Derek's favorite color is forest green, how Cora loved playing with plushies even though sometimes she would wolf out and rip them apart- Oh, it reminds me of when Laura first shifted, she tore her favorite blanket to shreds in a few seconds." Peter smiled gently, remembering the good memories of his life- That was until a memory flashed on his mind, him, wolfed out, sinking his claws and teeth onto the body of his niece Laura- He blinked, he knew his scent must've turned murky of sadness, and he was right: "Our house was burned down, by Kate Argent, it killed them- Agatha, 8 years old, human, Emily, 9 years old, human, James, 9 years old, werewolf, Cora, 11 years old, werewolf, Malia, 11 years old, werecoyote- She was my daughter, frok my then wife Corinne... She's a different thing, we- I was drunk, rejected by my first boyfriend after he learned i was a werewolf, and had a one night stand with her... She came to me, pregnant, i did the paternity test and the baby was mine so i took it up to Talia and she told me, told me to invite Corinne to our pack but-"

He choked on his sob, tears falling down his eyes for a second: "She rejected the offer... She gave us Malia and left, it's been years and i haven't even heard of her." His tears were kissed off of his face, but Léon did not say anything at all, he only listened as the younger (Weirdly enough) and smaller man kept on talking: "You know, i thought- I thought they abandoned me, after the fire, i thought they abandoned! I felt the bonds shatter, i was alone, i was- i was in so much pain, i was going insane inside my own head... I killed her, I killed Laura and took her Alpha Spark for myself so i could have my revenge on everyone involved in the Hale Arson, i killed so many people- I felt so broken back then, and when my nephew Derek killed me-" A rumble echoed in Léon's chest at the thought of his mate dying: "Oh Derek... He's another one affected by my mistakes- I thought, if she was also a werewolf, they'd be together, but she rejected the bite. I wanted him to be happy, i really did, i thought she'd reject him if she knew he was a werewolf, so i convinced Ennis to bite her- And she rejected the bite, every time i see those blue eyes of his burning bright at me, i ferl so disgusted at myself, i took that, i took his innocence and he became a blue eyed werewolf... I deserve to suffer."

"I can bring her back." For a few seconds passed, utter silence: "What...?" Peter whispered, confused: "Laura. I think i can bring her back- In fact, i think i can bring them all back, all the Hales, all of them." Peter's heartbeat soared in a explosive boom, his eyes widened as he felt (for the first time, in a really long time) hope: "Y-you can?" Heracles kissed him between the eyebrows with a smirk before saying: "They were killed, they didn't die of old age, so it should be relatively easy for me to bring them back-" He was interrupted by a pair of luscious lustful desperate red lips that crashed onto his, pulling him in a deep and heartfelt kiss full of passion and desperation: "Your heart, it didn't skip-" Oh, so he's glad that his heart didn't skip a beat, meaning? He didn't lie! "Of course it didn't- But I'll need to prepare some things, I'll need Hale blood and all of the living Hales together."

"It's easy, Derek and I will be there."

"Peter... I said all of the living Hales."

"What do you mean by that?"

"I casted a Bloodline spell right now, to find the living descendents of your bloodline and... I found two other living Hales."

Peter decided, then and there, he'll marry this man.

-Scene Cut-

"So there's more Hales?" Stiles asked the grumpy Werewolf, who didn't look as grumpy anymore- No, he looked rather... Lost, sad, hopeful, and happy, for the first time he ever saw him, he didn't look grumpy: "I- I can't believe it." Derek whispered to himself as walking in came his uncle Peter, holding an unconscious Cora, his younger sister who grew so much- She was as tall as Stiles, but not as thin as he is: "Cora?" His fingers reached out and touched his sister, making sure she was even real and wasn't something out of his sick, masochist mind: "She's here, Derek." His uncle smiled at him- Actually smiled, a genuine and heartfelt smile, he could smile the utter happiness and hope from him, it was almost blinding how bright he was at that moment.

Coming into the room was his uncle's mate, the one who found them- Cora and the girl he was holding on his arms, Peter's Daughter: Malia, Malia Hale, his cousin: "Well, family reunion will take a while." The man chuckled as his uncle placed Cora on the couch, his eyes darting to his daughter as his Mate out her on the second couch before saying: "Because there'll be more Hales to meet..."

"You got Peter pregnant?"

They all turned to look at Stiles, who paused and realized his words: "Wait, can that happen?"

"No Stiles." Derek sighed

"Of course not, Stiles." Peter shook his head while chuckling.

"Well... If i really wanted."

Everyone stopped and turned to look at a smirking Heracles, all Werewolves noticed one thing- his heart didn't skip.

He didn't lie.


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