Epic of Caterpillar

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"With this he shouldn't be a problem for some-"

CRACK, CRACK…!

"Wha…?!"

CRAAASH!

Before even a couple of seconds could pass, the entire Abyssal Century compact form, shaped like a cube made of black glass, shattered apart.

And Beowulf appeared out of it, of course.

"Phew, last time I took a nap inside, but this time I am not going to get cozy with your shitty spells, demon. Come and fight me with your fists right now! AWOOOOO!"

Beowulf roared, howling loudly and leaping towards Buer's… grimoires!

"I'll take away your little toys… one by one!"

His claws blazed with golden flames! Buer panicked, quickly trying to conjure more magic…

"{Great Ancient Grimoire Magic}: {Dream Ocean}!!!"

SPLAAASH!

Out of nowhere, Beowulf was engulfed in an ocean of pink light, where his dreams intermingled with his thoughts, and where his mind and soul were trapped!

He immediately fell asleep when he got inside this floating, ethereal ocean of dreams, naturally.

"I GOT HIM, HAHA! FUCKING IDIOT! NOW DIE!"

He opened his jaws, about to devour the mass of dream essence and Beowulf with it…

And yet…

BAAAMMM!!!

His jaws were instantly dislocated, as he felt immense agonizing pain.

One of Beowulf's legs moved upwards while he slept, kicking his jaws and almost breaking them.

"O-Ouch! W-What the fuck is this damn monster?! Werewolves aren't supposed to be this strong!!!"

As Buer's claws rushed towards Beowulf, the old werewolf moved his legs and arms around while smiling as he dreamed of nice things.

BAAAM! BAAAM! BAAAM! BAAAM!

"AAAACK!"

Buer screamed in agony, his arms were broken and some of his hands were hit so hard they exploded into pieces, he fell to the ground in agony.

"Hehehe… you're happy that papa… brought you your favorite clothes? Hahah… The best dad ever? You're… exaggerating, my cutie patootie…"

While scratching his hairy chest, Beowulf smiled while dreaming he was gifting fancy clothes to his daughter, and his daughter kissing his face and loving him for it.

Indeed, he spoiled Erika quite a lot…

"W-What is this bastard dreaming about?!"

Both Medea and even Clementine glanced at the scene from afar.

"Hey lass is it okay we just let him do it? I'm getting worried this stupid mutt will-"

"Beowulf can handle so much, let him have some of the fun… Werewolves need to let out steam or they get a bit desperate."

"Hah…"

Clementine glanced back with the Great Ancestor, as the battle "resumed"

"YOU FUCKING BASTARD!"

Buer quickly conjured even more magic.

This time for sure, he was going to kill him.

"{Great Ancient Grimoire Magic}: {Hyper Void Annihilation}!!!"

Space and time condensed and warped within a single particle, which fell towards Beowulf, void began to transform into "hyper void" becoming a thousand times denser within its emptiness.

Beowulf, who was drooling while sleeping, slowly moved to the side and waved his muscular hand upward to stretch as he slept, like a doggie would.

BAAAAMMM!!!

His giant hand slammed the sphere of Hyper Void, as a giant explosion of darkness and void erupted everywhere.

Buer smiled with his stupid lion face, as he laughed while seeing the destruction a kilometer away.

RUMBLE!

Everything turned black, until even the outside city could be seen through the broken dimensional walls of the domain…

And yet…

"Hmm? What? Ah! Did I fall asleep again?!"

Beowulf's eyes widened, realizing he was covered on black ashes… And some of his chest hair had been burned.

"Kyaaaah?! My manly chest hair?! W-Who the fuck did this- Ah! You fucking Simba! Come here!"

"MY NAME IS BUER, NOT SIMBA!"

Buer cried with his dislocated jaw, holding it back together with one of his intact hands, as his grimoires shone brightly, trying to conjure yet another spell…

"{Great Ancient Grimoire Magic}: {Dimensional Bre-"

BOOOM!

Before he could do anything though, one of his grimoires burst up into golden flames, Beowulf leaped into it and punched it until it burned with his divine golden flames.

"W-Wait a sec-"

The Demon was unable to stop him, Beowulf smiled viciously on his pure human form, leaping from grimoire to grimoire and bursting them into flames!

BOOOM! BOOOM! BOOOM! BOOOM! BOOOM!

"GYAAAAAH! MY GRIMOIRESSSSS! I SPENT THOUSANDS OF YEARS CREATING THEMMMM!!!"

Buer started literally crying in horror as his grimoires burned into ashes… in front of him!

"Nice, all done! Now we can finally start fighting like me, right?!"

Beowulf, who landed on the floor, began stretching his arms and legs, getting ready for the beating.

"Ready, motherfucker?!"

"I-I wasn't even involved into this! T-That damn witch summoned me! And she isn't even the real Medea! I-I don't have anything to do with this man! Trust me bro!"

Out of nowhere, Buer changed his attitude, beginning to beg for his life as he treated Beowulf like a "bro".

It was honestly hilarious!

"Ppfff…"

"W-What is that demon saying?"

Clementine and the Great Ancestor could hardly hold their laughter.

"I-I swear to fucking god I am not involved in your daughter getting beaten!"

Buer cried, swearing to god despite being a demon…

"…"

Beowulf looked at him, crossing his arms and groaning.

"Hmmm… Nah, I want to eat you though."

"E-Eh? Eat… me?"

"Yeah, been a while since I had demon meat…"

"Huh?!"

"It's fucking delicious, you know?"

Buer felt utter despair as he saw the werewolf man lick his lips with his long tongue.

"Come at me, walking demon steak!"

"GYYAAAAHH!"

Beowulf leaped towards Buer, as the demon desperately tried to run away but…

"Where do you think you're going, dinner?!"

Beowulf's Divine Aura erupted with immense force, as it resembled a giant, divine golden wolf above his human-like base form.

"{Golden Wolf's Divine Aura Arts}: {Celestial Wolf's Fangs}!"

"AWOOOOO!"

CRASH! CRASH! CRASH! CRASH! CRASH!

"UUUAAAGGGHHH!"

And in that moment, Buer was pierced by countless wolf fangs, torn to shreds piece by piece, both his body, and soul at that.

Until he was dead.

"He really did it his own way, that man…" Sighed the Great Ancestor.

"It was fun, hahahaa!" Clementine laughed. "That stupid mutt never ceases to amaze me sometimes!"

"Hmm? Who are wu cawing a mutt, owd hawg?!" Beowulf talked while munching on the meat of a giant demonic arm he was holding.

"Don't speak with your mouth full, you stupid mutt!" Clementine lost her temper quickly.

"What am I going to do with these two?" The Great Ancestor sighed, facepalming.

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