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Rapture of Innocence 1/2 (Personal Art)
Here is chapter 2 of the series "The Scarlet Fury". In this case, it's another spin-off, but this time set in the distant past, where Helka, before becoming a feared and ruthless assassin, was once a poor, innocent girl who ended up under the clutches of a cruel fate.
After the incident with Comodus, Helka was still plotting how she would get revenge on him for so many years of suffering. But little by little, those negative thoughts dissipated as sleep took hold of Helka's mind. The smell of rusty iron and grime was replaced by the soft dampness of the earth and the smoke from a small wood-burning fireplace in a humble country house, near the forest of tall pines, from a time when everything was simpler. Helka let herself sink deeper and deeper into her well of vivid memory. The dream begins with Helka remembering when she was a tender and innocent cub, only about six years old at the time, just beginning to discover the world around her. One day, the little cub curiously asked the person she saw as her mother, a plain-looking human woman named Monica, "Mommy, why are you and Daddy human and I'm a wolf girl?" Monica was surprised by the question, but she answered her little one with tenderness and patience, "You see, little one, a long time ago, one ordinary night, your father Edgar and I found you by chance on the path that leads to the forest of tall pines. We saw it as a gift from the gods." Monica said, stroking the little puppy's fur. The following memory surfaced in Monica's mind: That night was peaceful. Edgar, a man of average build and simple appearance, was a humble farmer with his wife Monica. They were walking back to their cabin after selling their meager harvest at the market in a nearby town. The path was muddy and dark, but that calm was interrupted when Monica and Edgar heard something moving in some bushes. At first, they thought it was a wild animal, but what they didn't expect was that suddenly, they began to hear cries, cries that sounded like those of a baby.
Monica and Edgar cautiously peered out. Edgar went first, armed with a small dagger in case something jumped out at him. Monica, for her part, was fearful, but couldn't help wondering what was behind those bushes. Edgar and Monica were utterly astonished to find a newborn girl, canine in appearance, her skin covered in scarlet color fur. Her small yellow eyes gazed at the peasant couple with great curiosity. "By all the gods!" exclaimed Edgar. Monica was equally stunned by what she was seeing, but her maternal instinct was stronger. She took her cloak and wrapped the little wolf girl gently and tenderly. "She's certainly a rather peculiar child, but it's incredible that she's still alive," said Edgar, surprised. "Yes, and who could have been so cruel as to abandon this little creature to her fate?" replied Monica as she hugged the little wolf girl. Time passed, and Edgar and Monica raised the wolf girl as their own daughter. Monica named her Helena, finding the name beautiful, and gave her a doll for her first birthday. She also taught her to read and write. Edgar, on the other hand, kept his distance from Helena. He didn't hate her, but there was simply something about her that he didn't like, perhaps because she was different from the other children, or more obviously, because she wasn't of his bloodline. He didn't see her as his equal.
Returning to the present, life was far from easy. The high feudal taxes, constantly increased by a greedy nobility, devoured the money earned from the harvests. There was barely enough to eat, and no one could protest, as the Inquisition was the perfect weapon to oppress any rebels. Edgar and Monica had to sell what little they owned to survive and feed little Helena. But in addition to their financial struggles, they also lived in constant fear that a neighbor would betray them to the authorities if they saw Helena, or that an Inquisition patrolman might discover the little wolf girl. All of this combined meant that the peasant couple were literally living through hell.
One night, Helena, who was as usual by the warm fire in the cabin's fireplace, heard her parents arguing in a room near the main living area. For the wolf girl, seeing or hearing her parents argue was nothing new, as they did it all the time. Helena paid no attention to it and innocently continued playing with her doll. After a few minutes, Monica came out of the nearby room and sat next to little Helena, hugging her tightly. Meanwhile, Edgar watched the scene from the doorway, his face reflecting sadness instead of joy, especially considering what was about to happen.
The next morning, Edgar rented a simple cart to travel with Monica and Helena, but instead of going to the village, they would travel to another place. Helena wore a long hooded cloak so no one would see her. Once they arrived at their destination, Edgar saw the Bloody Eagles fortress in front of him. He took a piece of white cloth from his pocket and waved it in the air, as if it were a signal. The enormous wooden gate opened with a creak of rusty hinges. Comodus was alerted by his sentries and went out with his escorts to finalize his negotiation. Upon seeing the small creature with crimson fur and yellow eyes, he was taken aback. Helena clung to Monica's leg, frightened by the man's intimidating appearance. "Does the child have a name?" Comodus asked in a deep, yet menacing voice. "Helena, sir. The child's name is Helena," Monica replied. Comodus leaned particularly toward Edgar, implying that they had made some kind of pact or agreement. "If this child does not prove strong enough in combat and dies soon enough, I swear that my men and I will hunt you down, I will personally hang you on a stake, and then your wife will be my personal entertainment until she fall dead. Have I made myself clear, peasant?"
Edgar nodded, trembling. Comodus took a small sack from his waist and threw it at Edgar's feet. Several gold coins clinked as they fell."I've done my part, peasant. Now I'll claim what's mine." Helena, not understanding what was happening, tried to hide behind Monica, but Comodus was faster. He grabbed her arm and began dragging her into the fort. "MOMMY!!!" "DADDY!!!" Little Helena screamed and kicked, struggling to break free from Comodus. Edgar and Monica just stood there, frozen. They could do nothing, and could only watch with deep sadness and guilt as the wolf girl they had once raised as their own daughter was now dragged against her will to a mercenary fort to be turned into a living weapon. "We're so sorry, little one. We had no other choice," Monica sobbed, covering her mouth to stifle her cries. Helena's desperate cries grew fainter until the fort's massive gate slammed shut, sealing her fate. Once inside, Comodus dragged the girl with all his might through the fort. He was annoyed by Helena's resistance, yet simultaneously astonished by the strength of the child who fought him. The struggle ended when they reached a huge metal cage, meant to house war dogs or imprison prisoners.
Comodus opened the door and roughly threw Helena inside. The impact made the girl drop her precious rag doll. Helena crawled to retrieve it, but Comodus was one step ahead again. He crushed the doll with his heavy boot, then picked it up. After examining the doll, Comodus's eyes met the wolf girl's, and his expression was one of pure cruelty. "I want you to understand a couple of things: One, you will no longer be called Helena, your new name will be 'Helka,' a name borne by great Norse warriors. And two, from now on you are a soldier... AND SOLDIERS DON'T PLAY WITH DOLLS!!!" Comodus grabbed the doll's head and yanked it off the body in one swift motion.
Helka (formerly Helena) screamed at the top of her lungs, lunged at Comodus's boot, and punched everything she could with her tiny fists. "Pathetic..." Comodus laughed, kicking Helena so hard she fell back onto the cold metal floor of the cage. "Tomorrow morning we begin your training, beast!" Comodus threw away the remains of the doll, slammed the cage shut with a loud latch, and left. Helka crawled away, gathering what was left of her beloved rag doll, now torn to pieces. The wolf girl curled up in the fetal position, the cold metal against her crimson fur. Not only had she been abandoned, but her last memory of tenderness had been taken from her. The smell of rust and grime returned. Helka opened her one good eye at a loud bang that rattled the cage bars. "Get up, beast! Get to work! Another rich nobleman paid us to get rid of a monster invading his territory. So get moving, brandish your enormous sword, and stop lazing around. Come on!" said an angry, hungover Comodus, who glared at Helka with contempt from the cage entrance. She stared back at him, her one good eye piercing like a dagger. Helka's nightmare was over, but reality still bound her to spill blood and sow death wherever she went.
*References:
-https://lumiere-a.akamaihd.net/v1/i....._f4027f26.jpeg
*More Related Content:
-Chapter 1: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/62987154/
-Digital: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/63127488/
The Scarlet Fury (Series) © Me
Art & character (Helka) made by © Me
Derek/2025
After the incident with Comodus, Helka was still plotting how she would get revenge on him for so many years of suffering. But little by little, those negative thoughts dissipated as sleep took hold of Helka's mind. The smell of rusty iron and grime was replaced by the soft dampness of the earth and the smoke from a small wood-burning fireplace in a humble country house, near the forest of tall pines, from a time when everything was simpler. Helka let herself sink deeper and deeper into her well of vivid memory. The dream begins with Helka remembering when she was a tender and innocent cub, only about six years old at the time, just beginning to discover the world around her. One day, the little cub curiously asked the person she saw as her mother, a plain-looking human woman named Monica, "Mommy, why are you and Daddy human and I'm a wolf girl?" Monica was surprised by the question, but she answered her little one with tenderness and patience, "You see, little one, a long time ago, one ordinary night, your father Edgar and I found you by chance on the path that leads to the forest of tall pines. We saw it as a gift from the gods." Monica said, stroking the little puppy's fur. The following memory surfaced in Monica's mind: That night was peaceful. Edgar, a man of average build and simple appearance, was a humble farmer with his wife Monica. They were walking back to their cabin after selling their meager harvest at the market in a nearby town. The path was muddy and dark, but that calm was interrupted when Monica and Edgar heard something moving in some bushes. At first, they thought it was a wild animal, but what they didn't expect was that suddenly, they began to hear cries, cries that sounded like those of a baby.
Monica and Edgar cautiously peered out. Edgar went first, armed with a small dagger in case something jumped out at him. Monica, for her part, was fearful, but couldn't help wondering what was behind those bushes. Edgar and Monica were utterly astonished to find a newborn girl, canine in appearance, her skin covered in scarlet color fur. Her small yellow eyes gazed at the peasant couple with great curiosity. "By all the gods!" exclaimed Edgar. Monica was equally stunned by what she was seeing, but her maternal instinct was stronger. She took her cloak and wrapped the little wolf girl gently and tenderly. "She's certainly a rather peculiar child, but it's incredible that she's still alive," said Edgar, surprised. "Yes, and who could have been so cruel as to abandon this little creature to her fate?" replied Monica as she hugged the little wolf girl. Time passed, and Edgar and Monica raised the wolf girl as their own daughter. Monica named her Helena, finding the name beautiful, and gave her a doll for her first birthday. She also taught her to read and write. Edgar, on the other hand, kept his distance from Helena. He didn't hate her, but there was simply something about her that he didn't like, perhaps because she was different from the other children, or more obviously, because she wasn't of his bloodline. He didn't see her as his equal.
Returning to the present, life was far from easy. The high feudal taxes, constantly increased by a greedy nobility, devoured the money earned from the harvests. There was barely enough to eat, and no one could protest, as the Inquisition was the perfect weapon to oppress any rebels. Edgar and Monica had to sell what little they owned to survive and feed little Helena. But in addition to their financial struggles, they also lived in constant fear that a neighbor would betray them to the authorities if they saw Helena, or that an Inquisition patrolman might discover the little wolf girl. All of this combined meant that the peasant couple were literally living through hell.
One night, Helena, who was as usual by the warm fire in the cabin's fireplace, heard her parents arguing in a room near the main living area. For the wolf girl, seeing or hearing her parents argue was nothing new, as they did it all the time. Helena paid no attention to it and innocently continued playing with her doll. After a few minutes, Monica came out of the nearby room and sat next to little Helena, hugging her tightly. Meanwhile, Edgar watched the scene from the doorway, his face reflecting sadness instead of joy, especially considering what was about to happen.
The next morning, Edgar rented a simple cart to travel with Monica and Helena, but instead of going to the village, they would travel to another place. Helena wore a long hooded cloak so no one would see her. Once they arrived at their destination, Edgar saw the Bloody Eagles fortress in front of him. He took a piece of white cloth from his pocket and waved it in the air, as if it were a signal. The enormous wooden gate opened with a creak of rusty hinges. Comodus was alerted by his sentries and went out with his escorts to finalize his negotiation. Upon seeing the small creature with crimson fur and yellow eyes, he was taken aback. Helena clung to Monica's leg, frightened by the man's intimidating appearance. "Does the child have a name?" Comodus asked in a deep, yet menacing voice. "Helena, sir. The child's name is Helena," Monica replied. Comodus leaned particularly toward Edgar, implying that they had made some kind of pact or agreement. "If this child does not prove strong enough in combat and dies soon enough, I swear that my men and I will hunt you down, I will personally hang you on a stake, and then your wife will be my personal entertainment until she fall dead. Have I made myself clear, peasant?"
Edgar nodded, trembling. Comodus took a small sack from his waist and threw it at Edgar's feet. Several gold coins clinked as they fell."I've done my part, peasant. Now I'll claim what's mine." Helena, not understanding what was happening, tried to hide behind Monica, but Comodus was faster. He grabbed her arm and began dragging her into the fort. "MOMMY!!!" "DADDY!!!" Little Helena screamed and kicked, struggling to break free from Comodus. Edgar and Monica just stood there, frozen. They could do nothing, and could only watch with deep sadness and guilt as the wolf girl they had once raised as their own daughter was now dragged against her will to a mercenary fort to be turned into a living weapon. "We're so sorry, little one. We had no other choice," Monica sobbed, covering her mouth to stifle her cries. Helena's desperate cries grew fainter until the fort's massive gate slammed shut, sealing her fate. Once inside, Comodus dragged the girl with all his might through the fort. He was annoyed by Helena's resistance, yet simultaneously astonished by the strength of the child who fought him. The struggle ended when they reached a huge metal cage, meant to house war dogs or imprison prisoners.
Comodus opened the door and roughly threw Helena inside. The impact made the girl drop her precious rag doll. Helena crawled to retrieve it, but Comodus was one step ahead again. He crushed the doll with his heavy boot, then picked it up. After examining the doll, Comodus's eyes met the wolf girl's, and his expression was one of pure cruelty. "I want you to understand a couple of things: One, you will no longer be called Helena, your new name will be 'Helka,' a name borne by great Norse warriors. And two, from now on you are a soldier... AND SOLDIERS DON'T PLAY WITH DOLLS!!!" Comodus grabbed the doll's head and yanked it off the body in one swift motion.
Helka (formerly Helena) screamed at the top of her lungs, lunged at Comodus's boot, and punched everything she could with her tiny fists. "Pathetic..." Comodus laughed, kicking Helena so hard she fell back onto the cold metal floor of the cage. "Tomorrow morning we begin your training, beast!" Comodus threw away the remains of the doll, slammed the cage shut with a loud latch, and left. Helka crawled away, gathering what was left of her beloved rag doll, now torn to pieces. The wolf girl curled up in the fetal position, the cold metal against her crimson fur. Not only had she been abandoned, but her last memory of tenderness had been taken from her. The smell of rust and grime returned. Helka opened her one good eye at a loud bang that rattled the cage bars. "Get up, beast! Get to work! Another rich nobleman paid us to get rid of a monster invading his territory. So get moving, brandish your enormous sword, and stop lazing around. Come on!" said an angry, hungover Comodus, who glared at Helka with contempt from the cage entrance. She stared back at him, her one good eye piercing like a dagger. Helka's nightmare was over, but reality still bound her to spill blood and sow death wherever she went.
*References:
-https://lumiere-a.akamaihd.net/v1/i....._f4027f26.jpeg
*More Related Content:
-Chapter 1: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/62987154/
-Digital: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/63127488/
The Scarlet Fury (Series) © Me
Art & character (Helka) made by © Me
Derek/2025
Category Artwork (Traditional) / All
Species Werewolf / Lycanthrope
Size 1662 x 2217px
File Size 4.17 MB
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