God of Crime: Strongest Mafia Boss



The Binge Eater.

This was the title given to Lycaon. The first werewolf as well as the first Shapeshifter. One of the oldest creations of First Murderer.

The story of Lycaon was shrouded in darkness, even for a werewolf like her. But all she knew was that Lycaon obtained his title of Bing Eater after obtaining a great part of Beelzebub's Gluttony Authority.

It was to such an extent that Beelzebub had been forced to hide in his hell for centuries and did not even dare to send an avatar out.

'They say it was the result of a fight between the Lord of Flies and The First Murderer.'

Natasha sighed, chasing away the thought of matters that were too far away for her to care about,

"By Ancestor… You mean…?"

"Yes… By the Primogenitor of our race. The first Shapesfiter and Werewolf— The Binge Eater – Lycaon."

There, she said it.

A secret that was known to only a few old Alpha and people of her family.

For the World, they only knew that Natasha had been bestowed a gift by one of the highest-ranked werewolves.

But they did not know that it was not 'One of the highest' but The Highest.

Natasha did not look at Adam but simply continued to speak. She knew very well what the opinion of hunters was toward the Primogenitors and while Adam was not exactly a normal hunter, his mother was a very powerful one.

She wouldn't be surprised if he harbored the same hate for her ancestors.

"The Binge Eater main power is the power to transform by eating. You are what you eat they say. This quote applies to him. Devouring, analyzing the genetic code, keeping the good, and leaving the bad. For many, he is the strongest creature in the mortal world for the simple reason that his body has the advantages of all the best."

Natasha could not keep the awe from her face.

Truly a terrible creature. One with not many apparent or clear weaknesses.

If Lycaon started as a werewolf, he rapidly managed to go beyond it. All his children were of different races, which caused so many shapeshifter races to exist.

In her opinion, even the Vampire Primogenitor should be weaker than him.

"The gift he gave me is the blood of a special wolf."

She grinned slightly, a cold air flowing from her body and crystalline ice appearing all around her.

"In my body flow the blood of the Wolf of Calamities. The God Slayer, Sun Devourer, Moon Bringer, The Giant Wolf —Fenrir." [1]

This power was her greatest advantage but was also her greatest limitation.

"I cannot control the ice or rather, I cannot bring the true power of this ice."

Elemental power, while rare, was not something weird for an Alpha to have. Ice was also pretty normal.

But how could the Ice of Fenrir be normal?

"So to access your full power you need to beat the Wolf inside you."

"Yes. Only. Said wolf have a full consciousness and Instincts filled with the desire to destroy the World."

She gave a sad grin as she faced Adam,

"Normally, during the awakening, whether The Wolf Inside or the Alpha wins, it doesn't matter. One will simply be replaced. But in my case, if I fail, I will also be immediately put down. Then again, I guess it doesn't matter since I will be already dead."

There was a certain resignation in her words.

She had once entered in contact with her inner wolf and this was why she knew — There was simply no way for her to beat that things.

It was a monster who wished for the annihilation of the world and all life.

An entity that hated all existence from the deepest part of its beings.

There was nothing but endless brutality in its heart.

They were able to seal this power. But in Exchange, she was unable to obtain true power.

Furthermore, the older she grew, the more in danger she was

"I guess I am going to die."

She smiled.

Though it was painful and quite ironic that she would die a few days after finally getting her first boyfriend, there was not much she could do.

"So —"

" — I already told you, right?"

Natasha was unable to continue her words. As she felt warm arms hug her and bring her against a sturdy body.

"As long as I am here — Everything will be alright."

Natasha buried her head in his shoulder and for the first time in a long while, she allowed herself to let herself go.

No matter how strong she was. She was only twenty-one years old. Natasha was not scared of dying while fighting.

Once you killed someone, you had to be ready to be killed in return one day.

But still — Dying was scary.

The composed mask she wore in front of her family crumbled—And so she cried.

[1]: I think Fenrir is basically the most popular wolf in the world actually. Pretty sure everyone knows him.

Fenir is the son of the Trickster Loki, The prince of Lie. Fun fact. Nordic don't call Loki the prince of lies; For them, he is neither good nor evil. Just Chaotic. This title was given to him by Christian missionaries. Basically making him a sort of Satan in a way. This was one of their ways to slowly erase the belief in Norse gods.

Anyway, Fenrir alongside Hel, Jormungandr, and Hel. There is also Sleipnir (In this case Loki is the mom. Dude transformed into a horse, got fucked by a super horse called Svathlifari., and gave birth to an Eight Legged horse.). Finally, we have Vali and Narfi.

Fenrir is the wolf who kills Odin, devours the sun, and brings the moon.

In some versions, it's said it's Skoll, the son of Fenrir who devours the sun. But it's hard to prove. Many historians simply think Skoll is another version of Fenrir.

(AN: Hope you liked the reveal of Natasha. I think I have been letting many hints. Though not too obvious that she was special.)