A/N: This is another older request and I was just thinking about this verse and I thought—I need to revisit this. So this seemed like a perfect return and it wound up sending me on this lengthy trip. I hope you all like!

Otherworld

Tinuviel Undomiel prompted: Were!Gold is on the search for half-demon!Belle; the origins of Belle's powers are discovered. (Rated M for smut, violence, minor torture, and character death)

The ground was soft, damp. The air was heavy with dew and pine and maple trees. In the far distance there were hooting owls, scurrying squirrels, and snapping branches as deer hurried for shelter.

And for good reason too.

A predator was on the hunt.

With paws sinking into the wet earth, the wolf raced through the forest in search of the elusive prey. Any second he would catch it… So close.

Then, the prey darted out in front and he leapt into the air, colliding with the animal as they rolled through the leaves and dirt. The wolf reared its head back and sank its teeth into the tender meat, blood spraying onto his coat. The deer died instantly, which was almost regretful since the wolf would have liked to play a little longer with his meal. However, those feelings fled as he continued savoring each bite and morsel.

Once the hunger was sated, the wolf licked and cleaned his fur until he was satisfied the blood was gone. Lifting his head into the air, he took another whiff of Mother Nature's providence. If he could smile… the wolf would have had a huge grin as a familiar scent reached him.

New prey.

And this one was very sumptuous and ripe for the plucking.

xxXXxx

"Oh God!"

Belle placed her hand over her heart, feeling the organ pumped wildly, as she fought to regain her breath. Never had she experienced that kind of intensity before! A gruff chuckle beside her alerted her to the smug satisfaction that was pouring off him. If only she had the strength to stretch her arm those couple inches and slap his arrogant ass. Then again, he would take it as another round of foreplay and Belle doubted she could go again in fear she might actually combust.

"I… hate… you…" she panted with each word.

His laughter in her ear only made it worse as she curled her fist and lifted it weakly to punch his side.

"Well, you should have known better than to cavort around the forest in those skimpy pair of shorts. There are monsters lurking out there."

"For… the… record..." Belle went on. "I… wasn't cavorting."

He snorted softly.

"And it's summer and it's hot. Did you expect me to wear something heavy?"

Rolling to her side, Belle felt the leaves sticking to her back and legs. She let out a disgusted groan. "Ugh! This is why sex outside isn't my thing."

"Nor mine," Robert Gold teased but laughed again as she glared at him. All Belle could think was yeah right. He clearly felt right at home lying in the woods as if he was the Greek God Pan. Why shouldn't he? He was in his element being a werewolf and everything. The forest was a second home.

"You knew I would be running this morning. You planned this, didn't you?"

Robert flashed his trademark smirk as he tucked his arms beneath his head. "Maybe I did, maybe I didn't. You know, Belle, sometimes the wolf wants what the wolf wants."

Now it was her turn to snort as she rolled her eyes. "Uh-huh. The wolf was really in control."

"He could be," Robert defended. "I'm only the messenger."

That was utter bullshit as they both knew since Robert was really good about making sure he Changed as often as needed to avoid any nasty complications. The last thing he wanted was for himself to Change in the middle of Storybrooke and send the people panicking. Of course, the chaos might be worthwhile if Belle was present.

"Good morning to me then," Belle commented. Not that she was really complaining. It was a nice way to start the day with a run and a vigorous workout from your werewolf boyfriend. Belle had hoped they would cross paths, but she was thinking how much fun it would be if they were running side-by-side. Yet Robert had other things on his mind as he playfully tackled her.

She wasn't frightened or anything. Belle sensed him the second he was on her tail and his recent chaotic waves from a fresh kill still clung to him. She only went along with the chase because she knew how much the wolf in him loved a good run. Plus he knew how to be gentle in his form with her. It would be difficult to explain any scratches or bruises as if it wasn't an animal attack.

He pinned her and gave her a kiss on the chin as a form of apology if he had hurt her. Belle was tough despite her petite stature and she ran her fingers through his thick fur to let him know there was no foul. She loved doing that and took as much advantage as she could when Robert was a wolf. He wasn't entirely comfortable with the idea of being close to her in his wolf state. Playing was one thing but any sort of intimacy he shied away. Bestiality wasn't his thing. Actually, most werewolves were not into it. Only those who wish to live in their wolf forms would engage in such activities. Robert said fucking was better as a human. She didn't harbor any fantasies herself but she did admire his strength and agility when he Changed.

Still… he had to make sure she wasn't injured. Then and only then did Robert Changed back into human form.

This was actually a very intimate and private moment. Belle learned from the others in the Pack that no one watches when the other Changes. Not that anyone would want to watch as it can be painful since their bodies are shifting to another being altogether. Yet, a werewolf's life provides little privacy and this is the only one that is respected. As far as Belle knew, Neal and Emma never watched each other go from human to wolf or back again. Then again, when Emma became a werewolf she was bitten by Neal and felt betrayed by him and refused to have anything to do with him. Now, they were back together but even as a couple they would not share this detail.

Robert, on the other hand, didn't mind.

In the beginning, Belle respected the Change and would avert her gaze so she wouldn't gawk or make him uncomfortable. Of course, hearing Robert groan and moan didn't help the painful images from coming to her mind. Eventually, he convinced her to watch and… simply put… it was pretty amazing.

The human body is capable of many things, but a werewolf? They could give a contortionist a run for their money. However, Belle still would wince when she heard his bones pop and see them rippling across his flesh as his human form became the wolf. Regardless of the years Changing, Robert told her that the shift does hurt but it feels more like a cramp that won't go away.

Belle was honored that he would share this with her, and so when he Changed, she made sure her eyes didn't leave his body.

As an added bonus… he was naked.

His clothes were somewhere in the forest but he was naked, beautiful, hard, and ready.

And she was overdressed.

Belle quickly shed her clothes so when Robert closed the distance between them… there were no barriers.

Skin met skin as their mouths collided hungrily, their arms wrapping one another in a viselike embrace. They fell to the forest floor—both leading the other—as they rolled and tousled until Belle slammed his wrists above his head. Lifting her head, she looked down into his dark eyes brimming with lust and desire as she lowered herself, taking him and setting a brisk and almost punishingly pace. With each upward thrust, Belle tossed her head back, eyes closed, her chestnut curls swaying in time. Then, without warning, he flipped them, taking control as her leg rode higher and higher over his hip as he pounded into her.

"Robert!" she gasped, her body going into shockwaves as he delivered one of her other desires… Sweet, delicious chaos…

Splash!

Belle started, breathing heavily, as the cold water sent little pricks and needles through her skin. It took her a moment for her to realize she wasn't in the forest with Robert. No… But what she would give to go back to that moment in time.

Awareness became a throbbing sensation in her limbs, the stiffness in her joints from standing on her feet and her wrists shackled from the ceiling for days. There was no way of telling how much time has passed. All she knew from the daylight was the tiny shrivels that passed through the boarded windows and the one good fluorescent light. The rest of her time was spent in darkness, which she should be accustomed to being a half-demon and all, but Belle never knew darkness like this.

Another douse of water sent her coughing and sputtering as she shook her head. She didn't want to wake up. She wanted to sleep.

But he wouldn't have it.

"Wakey, wakey luv."

The crooning Irish accent had her stomach coiling in disgust as Belle glared at him defiantly. He only smirked, dropping the bucket on the concrete floor.

"That's much better."

Stepping forward, he rested his hook upon her cheek in a mocking attempt at a caress.

"Now," Killian murmured. "Let's see if you are going to be helpful today."

xxXXxx

"Any news on Belle?"

It had been seventy-two hours since Robert last saw her and twelve hours since he received the message that would forever haunt him for the rest of his life.

His Pack, his family—Neal, Emma, David, Peter, and Midas—all wore the same dejected, worried expressions as they looked upon their anxious Alpha. Those looks didn't bode well and Robert was almost afraid to hear what they had to say, but Neal… his boy… cleared his throat.

"Nothing. We've been checking the area, scouring for any signs from Killian but so far he doesn't seem to be in Storybrooke."

"We're extending our search out of town," Emma added, stepping in. "Any abandoned warehouses, buildings, houses, you name it."

Robert nodded, not saying a word. Emma was one of the best trackers this Pack has ever had. If anyone could sniff out that worthless Mutt it was her. After all, she found him last time when Neal had been taken…

"Belle will be found," Midas said, interrupting Robert's dark thoughts. "Have faith old friend."

"She's strong," Peter continued. "You know she'll fight back."

Indeed she will. His Belle was a feisty one.

But he couldn't help it was his fault.

The last time he saw her they had gotten into an argument. Not unusual. Though he couldn't remember why they were fighting in the first place. Only that it had been bad and Belle stormed out of Dark Haven while cursing him to Kingdom come. He more than likely did something to upset her and the only reason he didn't suspect something was up because she had been silent.

Again, not unusual.

Belle wouldn't speak to him for a day or two until he or she (depending on who started it) would seek the other to apologize and they would make-up in some tantalizing way. When day two arrived, Robert decided to go to her apartment to tell her he was being an arse and insensitive or whatever she wanted to hear. But his entreaties and knocks were ignored and silence was his only response. He even tried finding her at the library, but it was still locked.

He wouldn't have suspected anything, except Ruby and Mary Margaret were peeking through the windows. Then he learned the unthinkable:

Belle hadn't been seen or heard from in two days.

Two days.

A lot can happen in that short time.

Instead of alarming her friends, Robert told them that Belle mentioned to him about visiting her mother. It wasn't a total lie. Belle had brought it up once or twice with an underlying message that she would like him to meet her. Not that her friends would know about their relationship, yet it was no surprise in this small-town that he and Belle were friends. Naturally, the speculation was bed-fellows but he didn't give a damn about what the residents thought. And Belle wanted to avoid the questions that would come about from her friends if they knew that she and the local reclusive were "more" than friends.

They bought it, at least, reluctantly because apparently Belle had also mentioned about seeing her mother in Australia. They had hoped she would have told them beforehand.

As soon as the two women disappeared, Robert hurried his way back to Dark Haven to inform the rest of his Pack about Belle. Emma tried reassuring him that Belle probably wanted some time and space to herself and that was why she was gone.

"Remember how many times I left Dark Haven without a word?" she joked. But there was no joking tone in her voice nor was there any humor.

The truth was that their species always flirted with danger. Anyone a part of the Otherworld had their dance cards filled up with that possibility. Furthermore, Robert had his fair share of enemies and he feared someone wishing to challenge the American Alpha might target Belle to get to him.

Then the message.

It was an unassuming brown package—small, really—but as a werewolf living as long as he had, Robert knew it was anything but unassuming. Inside was a snippet of Belle's hair. It was no trick or lie. There was no denying her scent and the other scent that also clung to the soft tresses or the dried substance that was left encrusted.

Killian Jones.

The rotten, cowardly bastard took her. He fucking took her!

Robert went mad with howling rage, practically Changing in the foyer, until Neal and Midas were able to calm him down. There was no use in losing control. He had to stay in control for Belle's sake.

Her life depended on it.

Now, they were looking for the Mutt who almost tried to destroy their lives a year ago.

"We won't give up until we find her and when we find him—" David trailed off.

"—We will rip him apart," Emma finished with a sneer.

"We do need to focus on what we know already," Midas explained. "The package he sent had no postage. Chances are he bribed someone to deliver that on your doorstep. So it means he is somewhere local. And let's face it, Killian lacks creativity. He will want to stay close to watch you Robert. Anything involving you is personal to him."

"I know," Robert growled.

"Belle is useful to him alive. He's taunting you so you can't lose your guard, Papa," Neal told him. "He's counting on that."

"I won't lose a goddamn thing until I have my hands around Killian's throat." Robert sharply looked at his Pack. "That is an order. When Killian dies… it will be under my hand. No one else's."

No one disagreed with him.

xxXXxx

"You can't expect me to believe you and the Crocodile don't know each other," Killian jeered. "A tasty little treat like yourself?"

Belle figured her best option was to play dumb with him. From what she learned from the others, Killian wasn't the smartest of the bunch. His ego took up too much room for brains. And it was fortunate for her that the Pack's last encounter with him didn't involve her. She had been purposely left behind, which at the time did piss her off, but now she was looking at it like a blessing in disguise.

"I already told you!" Belle gritted. "I don't know who 'the Crocodile' is!" In fairness, she couldn't fathom why the Mutt kept calling Robert a Crocodile. He was a werewolf like Killian so the connection wasn't exactly clear.

Getting frustrated, Killian yelled: "Robert bloody Gold! He's the fucking Crocodile!"

Blinking innocently, Belle asked, "My landlord? What am I supposed to know? I only met the man a few times."

"You're lying," Killian accused. "You don't think I don't smell him on you?"

Belle forcefully closed her eyes as he came towards her, his face pressed into the side of her neck. He inhaled deeply and then to her disgust… she felt the tip of his tongue on her skin. She flung her head back but Killian was already laughing as he walked back.

"Hmm… Well, I guess the water stripped him off you, but I am right." Bringing his hook under her chin, he brought her gaze to his level. "You are certainly tasty."

Belle spat at him, catching him in the eye.

"Certainly spirited too. I like that." Killian wiped his eye with his good hand as he regarded her. "There's something else too about you. I can't quite pin what it is but your scent is different."

It was the demon in her he smelled, but apparently he didn't know that. And it certainly didn't help that he was thinking back on all those "tasty" and "spirited" women he liked as well.

There were sudden bursts in her mind. Flashes of pictures flooding her vision of women—all helpless and frightened—beneath him as they cried out in pain, their throats being ripped and torn into, tied up, beaten, forced to submit in all sorts of painful ways. Their fear, their knowledge of death soon to come only to be prolonged because they wished it… All of it was too much to bear as Belle bit her bottom lip hard, blood trailing down her chin as her body convulsed from the chaotic waves.

Normally, the chaos would arouse her, but not this time. Not with all the misery, anguish, despair, and suffering she was witnessing. She couldn't exalt in the mayhem. She could only weep for the poor victims.

"Cheer up luv," he cooed. "I promise it won't be very long and I will make it equally pleasurable for you."

"Y-you're a m-monster," Belle stammered, the cold settling around her.

Killian couldn't stop his cackling. "You have no idea, luv."

xxXXxx

Hang on Belle. I'm coming.

It was now approaching Day Five and Robert had been unable to find her. Wherever Killian had her hidden… he stepped up his game. The usual places that a Mutt would hide were found to be empty and Robert feared they were losing time.

Whatever he wanted from Belle… if he became bored or lost his patience… Killian wouldn't hesitate to kill her. She was only a pawn, nothing more.

Everyone, save David, split up and went in different directions from Storybrooke to spread their search. David was left in town in case Killian tried contacting Gold or if he was able to catch a whiff from Belle in case she really was close by. He kept in constant touch with the rest of the Pack, but so far all the updates had been the same:

Nothing.

Robert couldn't give up. Belle was good as dead if he did.

Running as fast as he could push himself, Robert searched and prayed for a clue, something, that would tell him if he was going in the right direction.

Then he caught it.

It was faint but he was positive…

Sulfur and brimstone.

Belle.

He didn't bother to Change and phone the others. Killian was his.

xxXXxx

"I hate to say it, but I am getting a little bored with our chats."

Belle groaned as Killian unshackled one cuff from her wrist, which unceremoniously dropped to her side. Her arm had been held up for so long… she lost all feeling but feeling the return of blood flow… she welcomed it. The other cuff also gave way and before Belle could help herself—she was falling.

Her back collided with the hard floor, her head getting whiplashed, but she had little to no strength as she helplessly lay sprawled out. She was weak… so incredibly weak. She hadn't had any food or water for days, nor did she have any relief from being forced to stand with the cuffs and chains as her only support.

Opening her eyes proved to be Herculean task, but she had to so she could see what Killian was going to do.

She didn't have to wait for long.

He stood over her, his eyes roving up and down her body. Then, he got down on his haunches, his hook catching the collar of her blouse.

"Let's see if I can make you comfortable," he said.

The ripping of her blouse was a sound she won't ever forget. Every fiber in her wanted to fight, to push him off her, but he made sure she was weak so she couldn't fight back. She could only lay back and watch from her half-hooded gaze and prayed a quick prayer that it was quick.

"What was that poppet?" Killian asked.

Belle hadn't realized she spoke out-loud but as he lowered his ear closer to her moving lips, she said:

"Help Father."

There was a splitting crack and Belle felt the pressure from Killian's body suddenly lifted from her. Then, she slipped into oblivion.

xxXXxx

The scent was getting stronger. Robert knew he was close. Hang on Belle! I'm coming!

In fact, the scent was too strong. Belle's scent was never that pungent.

As he burst from the bushes, his paws skidded to a stop as he realized he was near the sea.

And the docks.

He hadn't realized he was this close to the water. Belle's scent overwhelmed everything!

It was daylight out but thankfully there were no humans around. Yet there was one thing that captured his eye that was anchored at the dock.

An 18th century ship.

He narrowed his eyes. The sneaky son of a bitch hid out near the water where his scent would be masked by the salt. No wonder they couldn't find him! He raised his muzzle, nostrils flaring.

The smell was coming from there.

xxXXxx

Robert was able to sneak on board, his head ducking low as he sniffed the floor. Killian's scent was there but he let out a sneeze as the sulfur penetrated the wood. He glanced around to see if he could find something to wear but seeing none… he would have to find a way below deck as a wolf.

He bared his teeth and found the hatch. Shuffling down the ladder, Robert took the last couple prongs in a leap and turned around.

No one in sight.

The smell was certainly rancid and it was still further below. Robert proceeded onwards.

xxXXxx

When Belle came to, the first thing she was made aware was this horrendous stench that instantly had her gagging. As soon as she started, the smell went away. She tried lifting her head to see what was going on, but her head felt so heavy and she was so very weak.

Footsteps.

Belle instantly tensed as a hand was placed on her forehead. A low murmur in a language she had never heard filled her ears and then a warm feeling began to spread all over her body from her forehead all the way to her toes. It was like all the fatigue, pain, and everything was lifted!

She pushed herself up and turned to find an older man bending over her. He had a kind face, blue eyes, and gray hair and she felt a strange sense of calmness radiating from him… a sense of familiarity…

Her eyes widened. "Who—?"

"Belle," he answered. "I came as soon as you called. When I saw… I feared I might be too late."

She frowned. "What?"

"Ah…"

Belle looked over the man's shoulder to find Killian lying in a heap, but he was attempting to get up. Her expression told the man what was happening, and without looking behind him, he raised his arm and Belle watched as Killian collapsed again with a loud yelp.

At that point, something started ramming at the door and after the second try, it busted open and there stood Robert. Well, Wolf Robert but it was Robert nevertheless.

"Robert!" Belle exclaimed in relief and happiness.

He let out a whimper to know he was glad to see she was all right, but one look at the fallen Killian and the stranger still bending over her… Robert's ears lay down as he began to growl a warning.

The man raised his other arm to show he was no threat. "I am not going to hurt her. It's the last thing I would ever want."

Robert didn't look convinced but Belle somehow knew the man was telling the truth.

"It's okay Robert. He's… a friend."

The man looked back at her with a smile. "Yes." He offered Belle his hand and she accepted as she stood up on her legs.

"Wow… I don't feel—Anything."

"I healed you. Now, I believe your werewolf friend has some unfinished business with this foul thing. I would sooner dispense him myself but I think he would rather do it."

Belle nodded. Looking back at Robert, she said, "I will see you on deck."

Robert didn't want to let her out of his sight ever again, but Belle seemed to trust this man and she didn't appear to be injured so perhaps he wasn't a threat to her. He chuffed in agreement and waited for the two to leave.

Soon it was just him and Killian.

Part of him regretted he wasn't going to be able to chase the blighter down, but Belle was safe and sound and to him that was the only important thing that mattered. If only Killian would be conscious!

"My head…"

He was awake! This was indeed Robert's lucky day as he pounced, his fangs going for the Mutt's jugular.

xxXXxx

Several minutes passed before Robert lumbered up from below. He was in human form and wearing Killian's leather coat, but Belle didn't care if he came up as wolf or even in his birthday suit. He was there.

Robert caught her in his embrace, hugging her tight, and his lips pressing kisses on top of her head.

"Thank God!" he breathed.

"God had nothing to do with it."

The couple broke apart as the man crossed his arms. "But I will say I am sorry I have not kept better watch over you. I just… I never thought you were a possibility."

"I'm sorry but who the Hell are you?" Robert demanded.

"Can't you tell? I'm Belle's father." The man smirked.

Belle inhaled sharply. "My father?"

"You called for me. I came right before that—that flea infested creature… Well, he's dead now."

Robert stiffly nodded. "He is."

"Good. He'll rot in Hell."

"Excuse me but who exactly are you?" Robert went on. "I know Belle's a half-demon and most demon fathers don't exactly come a-calling unless it suits them."

"Indeed. I am not like most demons but Belle can tell you that."

Robert looked down at her but she shrugged. "I know I am a chaos half-demon."

"Expisco," the man interrupted. "To be exact."

"Oh." Belle never knew the correct terminology but hearing it from his own lips… It felt right. "And your name is…"

"Lucifer."

"Lucifer," Robert repeated. "As in the Devil Lucifer?"

Lucifer sighed. "If it makes you comfortable, then you can call me the name I gave Belle's mother. Moe."

"It doesn't but thanks."

"Robert," Belle scolded. "I'm confused. You're really him?"

"I know the kind of reputation I have in this world but let me assure you… you have nothing to fear from me. Ever. You're my child."

"But… I thought…" Belle couldn't believe what she was hearing. Never in her wildest imaginings… Well, she did. It made perfect sense but part of her couldn't believe it. Not really. It was so biblical.

"She's not some anti-Christ, is she?" Robert questioned.

At that, Lucifer—Moe—whatever threw his head back and laughed. "No! She's half-human and she inherited my demonic and angelic blood. The chaos was created when I fell and while my power is strong… Belle can only sense and have visions of chaos. She is harmless."

"That's good to know." Belle didn't want to think she could be responsible for the apocalypse. "I don't understand still. How… How is this possible?"

"I feel the same. I never thought I would ever have a child. I have tried for centuries but whenever I get a woman pregnant she would miscarry. I grew to accept that I would never have the chance to create, only destroy. I had given up all hope until I heard about you. I didn't think you were real but here you are."

"Why?" Then realizing the risk and danger he could have put her mother through, Belle marched up to him and slapped him across the face. "You could have hurt my mother!"

"Belle!" Robert grabbed her and pulled her back. "I don't think that was a good idea seeing how he is…"

"I don't give two fucks who he is!" she shouted. "He could have hurt my mother! And for what? His own selfish needs!"

Slowly, Lucifer/Moe raised his hand to his cheek. "I do deserve that," he said quietly. "I have no reason or excuses. I was lonely and sometimes seeking company with a human is the only time I feel something." Gazing at Belle, he bid, "Can you forgive me?"

"Forgive you?" she echoed.

"Belle, you're a rarity in this world. And not just among demons. I am your sire but you should know that your life will always be in danger. And yes it was selfish of me. All I wanted was a child… and I condemned you because of who I am and what I mean to people."

"Are you telling us that there are people out there looking for someone like Belle?" Robert shook his head. "This cannot be true."

"I'm afraid it is. So far she has kept a low profile which has worked in her favor. But she has been exposed to others like herself and they know she exists. That alone will make her a target. I have already fended off some threats who think they can get into my good graces through her. However, there might be a couple stupid ones who think they could slip through if it means certain rewards. I felt it was only fair I warn you about them."

"But you are Lucifer," Robert protested. "Can't you stop them yourself? For good?"

"It's not that simple. My powers, sadly, are diminished when I'm in human form. I'm no good use to Belle as protection in this body. In my true form, however, yes I can. But not every threat is demonic."

"I supposed not," Belle said. "But if it wasn't for the fact that I was in trouble or these threats… would you ever have shown yourself to me?"

"Would you be happy to know that I was your father?"

"Touché." Belle admitted he had a point. "It was necessary then."

Lucifer/Moe nodded. "I wish I could bear good news, but alas, that is never within my grasp. I am glad that I am finally able to meet you, my girl. You grew up beautifully. I am proud of that."

"Thank you."

"And you do have a fine protector on your side. I'm not usually a fan of werewolves, but I know you genuinely care for her. That means more than you could possibly know. Thank you for that."

"My pleasure," Robert said, wrapping his arm around Belle's waist.

"Do take care. And one last thing."

"What?" Belle asked him.

"A second generation Expisco only inherits the visions. There is no further cause for alarm."

"Oh. Wait, what?!"

But he was gone. Leaving Robert and Belle to look down at her stomach.

Hee hee. Couldn't resist throwing all that in. Like I said, the story got away from me and I couldn't stop the Muse from doing what she did. This will conclude the Otherworld verse. You guys know what to do next and leave a review!