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.