#(ooc: yeepie second chapter!)

[soulacheron]

𝐋𝐨 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐨 - 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐

Here we go, chapter 2! This took me longer than expected and... I'm kinda not too happy with it, I tried my best, and I'll definitely make other chapters more interesting! We are still at the start. I hope it's still good enough and that some of you will like it! ^ ^

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Santino didn't have to wait too long for his security to return for him. And their worried gaze was the first thing he noticed.

But he has to admit. He was pissed off. He actually couldn't believe they just left him to die. 

“Siamo così spiacenti- (We are so sorry)” One of his bodyguards started, but Santino didn't want to listen to it right now. “Basta!” Santino snapped as he got in the back seat. 

Ares just looked at him through the rearview mirror. Her expression seemed more emphatic. She felt bad, especially seeing all that blood on his suit. Santino made eye contact with her, and his gaze softed. He can't be mad at her. 

He felt so embarrassed. How did this even happen? He doesn't even remember most of what happened before he blacked out due to blood loss. He just really wanted to get home and try to figure out what to do with his demon wolf.

During the whole car ride, he seemed like he zoned out quite often. ‘How will I explain… that there's a demon wolf who will serve me? They're gonna think I fucking lost it.’ He talked to himself in his mind through the whole ride.

Finally, they got home. But just now he realized how stupid he looked. His suit was covered in blood, and he just looked messy. “Is that your blood?” One of his bodyguards asked when they entered his mansion. 

Fuck. Well, it is his, but he doesn't have wounds anymore. 

Santino sighed in annoyance, “No,” He replied, obviously lying about it. “It doesn't matter.” He just wanted to get this suit off already. 

“Later, I would love to hear why everyone left. You have an hour to think of an excuse,” He told them and walked away before any of them could say anything. 

Oh, he's gonna have to get the wolf to appear again. 

He got into his bedroom, immediately taking off his tie and suit jacket. “Fuck! It's fucking ruined!” He complained to himself, actually frustrated that his suit is completely ruined. 

“Master.” 

Santino flinched when he heard that voice behind him. “Cazzo! Don't do that!” He snapped, sighing in relief when he saw it was just the wolf. “My apologies for scaring you, Master,” Wolf apologized and bowed his head.

“It's okay… but don't sneak up on me like that,” Santino said and sighed heavily. He paused and realized he was talking out loud. What if someone heard him and wanted to check up on him? He's supposed to be alone in his bedroom.

“Just talk quietly. I don't want anyone to hear us. Or you,” He looked at the wolf who just sat and nodded. “Alright,” Wolf nodded again. “And how am I supposed to explain who you are?” Santino asked, wanting to pace around because seriously… how is he supposed to do this?

“Well, maybe just say that I'll be at your service. Just like they are. You don't have to go into details,” Wolf said, trying to help his Master the best way he can. “I'll see. Fuck… Okay…” Santino murmured to himself, pinching his eyes close. 

“They're worried for you. At least Ares is,” Wolf said and moved closer to Santino, wagging his tail slowly. “You think so?” Santino raised an eyebrow. Yeah, it would make sense. She is the only person he considers a friend. She's his best bodyguard, his right hand. 

“Yes. I can sense it. So, I believe you can trust her the most,” Wolf looked up at him, as if he was studying Santino's body language.

“Of course I can, I know that. Just…” Santino paused and sighed, “It doesn't matter. I want to hear why they left, and after that I'm introducing you. Okay?” 

“Whatever you say, Master,” Wolf bowed his head in respect.

Before anything, Santino had to take a shower to wash off all the dried blood, and he just felt so disgusting. But he was still amazed how he had no wounds, no scars. That wolf seriously healed him well.

Wolf waited patiently outside, in his bedroom for his Master to return. 

Once Santino was done, he dressed up in his other clothes, something more simple since he's staying at home now. A white shirt, first two buttons unbuttoned and dark black pants. 

“Alright. Don't show yourself just yet. Wait for my signal,” Santino turned to look at him. “Alright,” Wolf nodded. 

Going downstairs, few of his bodyguards and Ares were kinda discussing how to explain themselves. They immediately straightened up when they saw him. 

“So?” He asked, glancing at everyone. 

‘We thought you got taken hostage. You were nowhere around, and one of the assassins said something about that,’  Ares explained, her expression and movements were more emphatic. ‘We went after them, and then you called.’ 

Santino nodded, he believed her. She's the only one he can fully trust. 

Of course, his other bodyguards chose Ares to explain everything. She is the only one he is willing to listen to. 

“We can still go after them, if you want to, boss,” Another bodyguard said. “Leave them be. For now,” Santino nodded at them. “We can go after them tomorrow or some other time… now I just,” Santino paused, thinking how to actually introduce this demon wolf.

“We will have another… member. Consider him like another bodyguard-”

“What the- a wolf!” 

They all pointed their guns at the wolf when he walked from behind Santino and stood next to him.

“Don't shoot!” Santino ordered and stepped forward. “He will be joining you as another bodyguard! This… wolf will be at my service.” Santino kinda didn't know how to explain this. “Lower your guns!”

They listened and lowered their guns, but they all looked unsure of this. “He is not an ordinary wolf… he can talk. Please just… everyone calm down,” Santino sighed, trying to calm them down.

“My apologies for causing you distress… I have the same intentions as you all. To protect Santino,” Wolf said, standing confidently. 

“Boss… no way a wolf can talk…” another bodyguard commented. “I said he is not an ordinary wolf. He is… some kind of a demon. That's all I'll say. But you heard him, and I expect from you all to get along with him,” Santino glared at them.

‘Whatever you say,’ Ares signed. She decided to be the first one to accept this. Everyone else kinda looked at the wolf like they couldn't believe it.

“Good. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to discuss something with him,” Santino nodded at the wolf to follow him. 

They went to the living room, and a lot of art was on the walls. Most of them are from his family, his father's collection, and some were more mythological. 

“Master, you did well,” Wolf praised, wagging his tail. “Thank you. You have no idea how stressful that was,” Santino sat on the couch, leaning against the recliner and closing his eyes for few seconds. 

Today was a weird way, he really needs rest. 

“What do you want to discuss with me?” Wolf asked and waited patiently. 

“The contract,” Santino looked over at him. “Ah, yes. What about it?” 

“It said you have to obey me, yes? You will actually serve me? Do whatever I ask you to?” Santino asked. “Yes. Anything.” Wolf said and the contract appeared on the small table in front of the couch.

“You can read everything more detailed now, if you'd like to,” Wolf said and walked towards him. Santino hummed and took the contract to read it.

He realized that he still didn't name him, and there was a space to officially write down the name for him. 

Santino looked around. The art, some of his books. He wanted to give him a mythological name, it would fit him. But which one?

Apollo? Achilles? Fenrir? 

Until he noticed one of his favorite books. 

Acheron River of Pain.

It sounded nice. And it fits him. Fits the wolf's aesthetic, and something about “river of pain” just sounds satisfying. 

“Acheron,” Santino said quietly.

“Hm?” Wolf hummed and titled his head in curiosity. 

“That will be your name. Acheron. It means river of pain. It's from Greek mythology,” Santino explained. 

“I like it, Master. It fits me,” Wolf, well, Acheron said and happily wagged his tail.

Santino smiled softly, “I'm glad, Acheron. I think we will get along well.”

“I think so, too, Master.”