The Lonely Road
@redeyesgreeneyes
Vincent knew the day would come and that giving his life for his brother’s safety and sanity was a pretty good way to end his life. He’d always loved his brother more than people could properly grasp, maybe because they were twins - maybe because he just loved Peter so, so much it hurt. Or maybe because he didn’t get to grow up with him the way he thought he would. Separating twins wasn’t never went well, it wasn’t natural, especially for werewolves, but his pack had seen no other way and he didn’t blame them for what happened next. Not all of them anyway. Finding his brother again in this state of .. of rage and hurt, he couldn’t watch it. He couldn’t live knowing the one person he loved more than anything was suffering and he did nothing to ease his pain.
And so he’d sold his soul. What was a wolf’s soul worth anyway? It was worth his brother’s life for sure and Vincent rather spent ten years with a Peter like he knew he could be than with a monster. He’d had a great life since reuniting with his twin, he didn’t regret a thing, so when the day came - he’d been out at work anyway, trying to save one last life before he died ...and went to hell for all eternity, which .. happened to wolves anyway, right? They were monsters, dogs don’t go to heaven.
It all ended with a bright light, Vincent didn’t survive the mysterious accident and he was glad he hadn’t been alive long enough for the hounds to come. He’d done research, he knew the howling he’d heard the nights before were the Hellhounds announcing their arrival and he was alright with that. Maybe he’d been a little scared, but who wouldn’t be? Death was scary, no matter when or why. And Vincent woke with a gasp in an unfamiliar place, but not in chains as he had expected, honestly. He did wake ...furrier, though. A lot furrier.
What the hell happened?
He scurried to his feet - all four of them, and shuffled through the dim-lit room, his nose pushed against the floor to try make his way through it by scent, but he knew none of the scents pooling inside this room. He was in Hell, wasn’t he? He’d expected it ...gloomier, a lot gloomier, actually. When his nose bumped into a leg, he jolted upwards, flopping back onto his butt. Human. Well, was he? Were there humans in Hell?
‘Who are you? Where am I? What is this? Why ... why am I this?’
