A deafening silence of a winter in the land covered with blood and snow. Dreadful smells of the hundred lying corpses on the ground that gives a sickeningly sweet undertone to the smell of rot and decay. Some are headless, impaled with spears, and gruesomely scattered body organs. A young man found himself waking up from the nightmare that he'd been wishing not to wake up from being temporarily dead of consciousness. He sobbed as his tears came out of his dark shining eyes and flows down into his young innocent face, heavily felt a great guilt of extreme loss that seems like the whole world had been burdened his back as he saw his comrades lying dead on the snowy battleground. Alone, naked and confused of his new abilities that made him considered himself a menace. A sudden total recall of his memory, remembering all the madness that he's done during the brutal battle....
"Rise now my young newborns... and be my champion." a cold, loud, and growling-horrendous voice of Marchosias flew with the whistling blizzard of a cruel winter, commanding the newborns he made through a curse from his demonic bite.
"Ahhhhh! <(in pain)> Shit! Why don't you just kill me quick you filthy demon! I'll never be a part of your dogs! never...!" a young man agonizing in pain from a contagious bite of a demonic werewolf king. A young Alliance soldier of his late-teen named Dante bravely uttered those words to Marchosias, known as the 'dark legion commander', willingly to just rather end his life immediately than to live like one of them and be a part of their dark legion. He watched his comrades fighting for their lives, while he was on the battlefield in the middle of an ongoing war between the army of werewolves led by Marchosias against the legion of the Alliance Empire.
Dead bodies were lying everywhere, bloodbath and carnage, clanging of swords and slitting of claws through the flesh, the sound of cracking bones and blaring battlecries agonizing in pain. Dante sensed that he somehow slowly turned into one of those ferocious beasts.
Claws and furs slowly came out of his body, his iris turning black as he saw the thermal reflection of a prey, his hearing and sense of smell was enhanced suddenly as he got confused of what was happening to himself. His chest plate along with his clothes ripped off horribly as he morphed into a hungry seven foot tall werewolf.
He couldn't control his blood thirst and hunger as he heard a beating heart and a running blood inside the human flesh which made him rampaging around, he attacked one of his comrades and killed him by using his claws brutally with an extraordinary strength, and ripped the ribs off from his body gruesomely.
He ate his heart and sucked up the blood until he was drained but he felt it wasn't that satisfying for him, apparently, it was the first time of his werewolf appearance. Because of turning into one of this horrifying ferocious beast, hunger and blood thirst will drive them crazy like they couldn't have a full control of themselves. He goes up on another kill to fill up his thirst for blood but their Alliance commander named Jamarion stands his way, and then the epic fight between a werewolf Dante and the great swordmaster Jamarion happened.
"Dante! Dante, wake up! don't make me kill you kid, hey Dante?!" Jamarion yelled at him as if he could manipulate him with his words, Jamarion started to raise his silver greatsword to Dante but it didn't stop him from rampaging, he just made him more pissed off and because of that, Dante attacked Jamarion using his claws charging towards him in a great haste, unconscious about everything of his actions during his uncontrollable state of becoming a werewolf, fortunately Jamarion was an experienced swordmaster and then he just evaded every Dante's attack and Jamarion made his counter-attack by using his silver greatsword and he successfully sliced Dante's back with it. Werewolves are creatures that have supernatural abilities like super strength and speed, enhanced sense of smell and hearing, and the best of all was their healing ability when they're wounded but because Jamarion used a silver greatsword, that time, he figured out that silver can hurt demons, Dante's wound heals slowly as he howled in a massive pain, it just made him more pissed off though.
Dante caught all of the others' attention, including Marchosias too, because of the goose-bumping-howl he made that was so rare for a newborn like him to be done by. Dante made Marchosias believe that he already found his champion as he watched him fight, going for a without-hesitation killing instinct, heading toward his target, Jamarion, was a skilled swordmaster, he was like an undisputed wizard of sword, known for his several successful quests where he had already fought and won a lot of battles but this was the first time he got terrified. His body got petrified from what he saw, like he was stunned for a moment when Dante's werewolf morphed-self showed a strong dark aura after he hurt him with his silver greatsword, it was the first time he saw something like that before. Jamarion dodged his attack again and kept telling Dante with his manipulative words, hoping that Dante could still be him.
"Dante! I know it wasn't you kid. I hope you can still hear me." Dante kept attacking him as he kept dodging his attacks. Jamarion never did any counterattack against him so he can show him that he doesn't want to hurt him...
"Don't let that demon control you Dan! You're not a monster, you are my friend, I'm not gonna hurt, I'm gonna find a way to cure you, do you understand me? Dan!" Jamarion loudly said to Dante, and it made Dante gain his consciousness again but still he was in his morphed self.
"I'm not gonna fight you my friend, please, we can still find a way to cure you." He said to Dante in a calm tone.
"Ja.ha...marion?" Dante uttered in a growling voice as he tried to speak from his werewolf form. "Comrade....I killed, I'm So...ry."
"No, It wasn't you. just hang in there, just let me finish this fight... then we go back to the city, alright? then we'll seek some help from the Priest, Khael, I know he have a cure for this thing, just stay he..re..." Jamarion said to Dante, trying to ease him from his rage but Marchosias didn't let him finish his last lines as he was stabbed by his sharp demonic claws, penetrated through the back of his armor.
"No one should dare to control my minions! but only me!" said Marchosias to Jamarion jealously, showing him that he was powerful enough to be a master of his own creations.
A temporary calmness from his rage was suddenly gone, and replaced by an enormous wrath as he watched his friend killed by their enemy. "Nooooo....! I'm gonna kill you!" Dante without even doing it on purpose released his dark aura again and quickly healed his own wound from the fight recently, charging to Marchosias furiously. Claws to claws, strength to strength, and haste to haste. Marchosias underestimated Dante's abilities for knowing that he just came from his little bit of power. Dante let his emotions control him. Recklessly fighting a powerful demon, but he satisfyingly ripped a little scar to Marchosias' face that unfortunately just made him furious too. Marchosias knew that if his own kind, a silver, or a demonic thing hurt them, though it will heal, but it leaves a scar forever, a scar of shame and that's what made him so upset.
"You should be grateful for the gift that I gave to you. You were supposed to be my champion, if it will always end up like this between you and me, maybe I should just kill you? you're useless and pathetic! Just like any other human!" Marchosias choked him with his demonic strength and threw him off the cliff. At that moment, all Dante felt was falling until he crashed down into a frozen-surfaced river 'crack!' as the cold water 'splash', he drowned slowly as the surface started to freeze again, thinking that this would be a better way to die rather than living with all of the nightmares that happened to him on this devastating day.
From the point of view of how he was supposed to die, he should be dead right now but he just found out himself waking up right on the battlefield where the chaotic fight happened. Waking up completely naked with his slightly thin mesomorphic body and a cold falling snowflakes scattered all over to his fair skin, really confused about how the hell that he'd still be alive after what Marchosias did to him...And frustrated about the things that happened to him, as he was blaming himself for the death of a friend that was really close to his heart.
"Show yourself! Stop hiding you coward!" Dante shouted to a random person he sensed watching him all this time, he wasn't able to see his face because of a thick, cold mist in the air. "Why did you help me leave from the frozen river?" suspecting this mysterious person that he was might be the responsible one who helped him to get out under the frozen-surfaced river down cliff. When Dante tried to get up, the unknown mysterious person quickly ran away, vanished in the snow blizzard coming a mile away from a distance, sensed his presence, having a demonic aura as strong as Marchosias have, he knew that this person was also a demon but not a werewolf. Who could be that man? What could he possibly be? And what was his reason why he helped Dante from being trapped, dying under the frozen-surfaced river?