Mythical creatures

The wolf's jaws snapped around Fenrir's arm, tearing through muscle and bone. Fenrir's scream echoed through the basement as he tried to fight back, but the wolf's strength was overwhelming. Blood sprayed across the room as the beast tore into his flesh with relentless ferocity. Bellatrix was grinning, watching the werewolf bleed and scream in pain. Narcissa clicked her tongue and looked away as the strong stench of blood filled the area.

Ryan observed the gruesome scene with a cold expression, his focus already shifting to the next task. "Enough," he commanded, and the wolf immediately released Fenrir, who collapsed to the ground, whimpering and clutching his mangled arm.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Who the fuck are you?! How dare you?!" Fenrir screamed. "My arms... ARGGGG!!!"

"Why did you do that man?" Ryan asked as he walked over to the bleeding guy and grabbed his hair, pulling his face up to his level.

"ARGGHHHH!!!"

Ryan frowned, "Answer me. Why did you do that? I was going to pay for the wolves. And we would've been on our way by now. You just had to pull that reckless stunt, huh?! I mean, why do you retards never think before acting?! Do you always run headfirst into death without any plan, huh?! Why?"

Fenrir spat blood at Ryan. "FUCK YOU!!!"

"See, this is exactly what I was talking about. Fuckheads like you never learn. Here I was about to let you go after taking your arms, but instead of begging and apologizing for your behavior, you decided to yell at me and worse, you got blood on my new shoes. Plus, instead of crawling to me, you made me come to you. Foolish," Ryan shook his head as he tightened his grip on Fenrir's hair.

Fenrir gasped in pain as Ryan lifted him off the ground by his hair.

[Baam!] Ryan smashed his face on the nearby cage's bars, breaking Fenrir's nose.

"AGGGGGGGG!!!"

Ryan repeated the action twice until the guy's face was nothing more than a bloody mess. Blood and brain matter dripped from the cage's bars onto the floor. But he was still alive. Ryan took out a potion bottle from his pouch and poured it on Fenrir's face.

The guy started screaming as the potion healed his wounds but his arms were still dangling from his elbow. Ryan repeated the process a few times, healing Fenrir's injuries only to smash his face on the cage's bars and heal him again.

"AGGGGGGG!!!! PLEASE!!! STOP!!!" Fenrir pleaded.

Ryan ignored him as he continued to smash his face into the bars.

Bellatrix watched the scene with awe, her eyes wide as she took in the brutality. Narcissa averted her gaze, her face pale as she tried to block out the sounds of Fenrir's screams.

Finally, he stopped. "Are you done? Will you behave now?" Ryan asked.

Fenrir sobbed, his body trembling uncontrollably.

"Good," Ryan nodded. "Now, listen carefully. I'm gonna ask you very simple questions and you are gonna answer them, alright?! Lie and I'll have that wolf friend of mine chew off your balls. Pretty simple, right? I get my answers and you get to keep your balls," Ryan said as he patted the white wolf's head, feeling its soft fur on his palm.

Fenrir nodded, his face streaked with tears.

"This room only has wolves and a couple of regular useless beasts. So, where are the good ones? I'm pretty sure you got a mythical level beast or something around that level locked up somewhere around here. Where?"

Fenrir groaned in pain as he hesitated to answer.

Ryan sighed, "Here we go again, huh?! Go, boy, chew off his balls." He commanded the wolf.

The beast snarled, its fangs bared as it stalked toward Fenrir.

"NO!! WAIT!! OKAY! OKAY! I'LL TELL YOU!"

"Nah! Too late." Ryan shrugged.

"ARGGGGGG!!! NO! NO! OKAY! OKAY! THERE IS A ROOM AT THE END OF THE BASEMENT! PLEASE!!! DON'T! DON'T!!!" Fenrir cried hysterically as the wolf approached him.

"Still not the answer I'm looking for, Fenrir. Well, you are out of time..."

The wolf lunged at Fenrir, its jaws snapping around his crotch.

"ARGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!"

Bellatrix chuckled, enjoying the show.

"I'm going to wait up," Narcissa left the basement.

Ryan shook his head in disappointment, "What a shame..."

Fenrir's scream echoed through the basement as the wolf tore into his flesh, shredding his genitals to pieces. Blood splattered across the floor as the beast devoured the remains of Fenrir's manhood. Ryan waited patiently until the wolf finished its meal. Then he walked over to the barely alive werewolf and poured another bottle of potion on his crotch to stop the bleeding, keeping him barely alive.

"Good. Now that we got that out of the way, let's try this again. This time, he is gonna tear your throat apart and I'm gonna heal you again and again. You see, I got a lot of potions in my bag and even some experimental ones, enough to keep you alive for days," Ryan said as he stroked the wolf's fur affectionately.

Fenrir sobbed uncontrollably, his body shaking violently, "Just fucking kill me you lunatic!"

Ryan smiled, "Death is too easy. It's also permanent. And I don't do easy and permanent. So, you either answer my questions or suffer until I get bored. Your choice."

"You psychopath! You are insane!" Fenrir screamed.

Ryan sighed, "The longer you waste my time, the angrier I become. And you really don't want me angry, trust me." He threatened.

"Greyback, this little pain you are suffering is nothing compared to the feeling of your internal organs and blood rotting and the pain when your flesh comes apart from your bones while you still retain your senses. Trust me, it's not a pleasant experience, so choose your words wisely," Bellatrix warned, her voice cold.

Fenrir gulped, his face pale as he contemplated his options. Finally, he gave in, "Alright! Alright! There is a hidden room at the back of the basement. The entrance is behind a painting of a troll. Use the password to open it. The password is 'Marvolo.'"

"Good. Wasn't that hard now, was it?!" Ryan smirked as he patted Fenrir's head like a dog. "Now, what's hidden in there?"

"There are... Argggg!!!" Fenrir grunted in pain.

"Don't test my patience anymore."

"Dragon... There's a dragon in there..." He finally answered.

Ryan raised an eyebrow, "A dragon, you say? You previously said 'are', so I guess you are lying to me, huh?!" He made a knife made of necro energy and slashed his right ear. Blood spurted from the wound as the severed ear fell to the ground. Fenrir screamed in agony.

"AAAAGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"Tell me the truth! What else is hidden in there?!" Ryan demanded.

Fenrir sobbed, "An egg! There's a dragon egg! Please!!!"

"And? A dragon isn't strong enough to release such dark magic. This entire alley is covered in it. So, what else?!" Ryan questioned as he slashed Fenrir's other ear.

Fenrir sobbed as he bled unable to even touch his ears, "GRRRR!!!!!!!! ARGGGG!!! A Heliopath... Contained in a special magic cell. That's it, I swear. Please, no more."

"Crucio!" Bellatrix cast the torture curse on Fenrir. "A Heliopath? You fucking liar! That's just an old forgotten myth, how dare you lie to us?!" She hissed angrily.

"AAAAGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Ryan grabbed Bellatrix's arm, "Enough."

She released the curse.

"Not myth... Cornelius Fudge found a sealed place and hired us years ago to... Cough! Cough! Cough!" Fenrir coughed blood as he struggled to speak. "Please... Water... My throat... Water..."

"Answer first then I'll give you water."

"We found fifty-one Heliopath eggs in a cave... Cough! Cough! Cough! I gave Fudge fifty and kept one for myself. He paid me a hundred and fifty million galleons and kept the Aurors away from my place... Cough! Cough! Cough! It's a win-win situation," He confessed.

"Let me guess, you performed all types of shit on it, that corrupted it, huh?!" Ryan asked.

Fenrir nodded, "Yes... I used it to... Cough! Cough! Cough!"

"I don't care," Ryan gave a nod to the wolf and turned his attention toward the troll painting at the end of the basement.

"Wait! I told you everything... Please... Spare... Gaaaaaaa! Kuggg!"

The wolf tore into Fenrir's throat, silencing his cries as it devoured his flesh.

Ryan walked toward the painting, "Come on, Bellatrix. Time to increase our army."

The thought of killing the dragon and turning it into one of his undeads crossed Ryan's mind. An undead dragon enhanced with his necro energy would be an almost unstoppable force. As for the egg, when it hatches, he will raise it as a living weapon. Finally, the so-called Heliopatha was supposed to be a spirit of fire that was claimed to gallop and burn anything in its path. But here was a living one that Ryan might acquire as his own.

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