It was time. Harries had been sufficiently pleased with Zorion to give him permission to find his own devil to purify, and Zorion planned on doing just that. He had finally became an adult in body and now it was time for him to become one in action as well. For so long had the poor brute believed that femmes were all fallen angels, soft and sweet and innocent… but no. Harries had taught him about their truth, how evil they were. When all had seemed as if there would be no reprieve, no way to salvage the poor world from their cruelness, Harries had revealed his knowledge, sharing it with Zorion. To cleanse a fae of her evil, a brute good of heart had to be given the tasteless task of sharing his seed with her. And thus had Zorion become a student of Harries, his unknowing indentured servant, but at the same time, also a loyal and willing spectator. Over the months that he had silently sat in the shadows and watched his master, he had seen that more often than not, Harries chose to punish the ess’ for their deeds in addition to purifying them. To remind them that he had overcome their power.

There was a secret, tricky way to go about the purification process, however. Harries had explained it in detail to the young wolf one day when Zorion had questioned why he first wooed and seduced the girls instead of directly purifying them. The answer had been that it was only when the femmes thought that they were going to condemn another brute’s soul, confident in their actions, only then were their defenses down enough to get through to their souls. It all made sense to Zorion, and truthfully he believed every word.

Now the only thing standing in the way of his first victory, his first battle to restore goodness to the world was to find an ess. The location to find such a one seemed obvious to Zorion: Romance River. So, he had traveled away from his pack, Harries for once giving him the go-ahead to leave his vigil over Apollonia. His pelt had grown in nicely and now he stood tall and strong, his fur thick and healthy, almost white in color and a grey stripe running down the center of his face. He was well muscled – Harries had made sure of that. He had continuously made Zorion do exercises to keep him in shape, for almost everything relied on his attractiveness to the devils.

Glancing about, a slight wave of nerves hit him, so instead of seeking an ess out, he lay down by the river, basking in the sunlight, waiting for a femme to search him out instead. Better to make his first victory an easy one.



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