He is not a fan of the boy, due to many reasons. He is a bit distant but makes sure Seth has everything he needs when with him.
He needs to return to Heinhoss for an urgent matter. It is weekend and he has to leave Seth in good hands, who better than his friend WonPil.
He asks him right away and accompanies him to his home, before to leave in real hurry.

He, Joohoney and Darius didn't manage to achieve much. Devon and Tomiel calmly return in the morning after taking all his supplies from his apartment. Devon insisted to carry most things, since Tomiel went through a surgery and he is very relaxed and happy until he sees Dorian walking out of the house. He freezes at the sight of the older brother that looks far from reassuring. "...you. Idiot! What were you thinking! Where were you? How many times you were told not to leave this place!" Dorian grabs Devon by hair and drags him inside. He continues to scold and hit him for a while but eventually Dorian leaves angrily without another word.
Devon tries to ignore all the scolding and as promised, takes care of Tomiel for the day but it is obvious he is a bit down. In the evening, he has to lock himself up in the cell, where they also continue to make their researches.
The morning after, even if truly exhausted after the transformation, Devon forces himself to go upstairs in his bed. He normally sleeps on the floor of the cell, as he feels pain all over other than weakness but since there is Tomiel, he wants to look a bit more normal. The transformation ends around 5am. He sleeps till midday and goes to take a shower first of all. He wears a towel around his neck and another around his waist, starting to look for his clothes but can't find any. He first looks for something in the living room but fails and tries in his bedroom. He only finds the few clothes at their place, a set of red tanktop and black boxer that he wears but also keeps the towel around his neck.

A month goes by, since when Devon got bitten and Dorian never showed up to meet his young brother in such a difficult situation. Regardless it, indirectly, he helps however he can. Starting with books and the most helpful informations he could find, supplies and so on.
Exactly on the day after the next full moon since his transformation, he starts to think it might be the case to check on Devon but he really can't go himself, mostly due to being a stubborn d*ckhead.
He gets an idea. After packing some things for Devon, mainly meat, another book and a few sweaters with long collar, he just waits for WonPil to show up.
"Annyeong..." It is around midday. As they start to interact and talk, he mentions what happened to Devon and the fact he'd like to go to check on him but something came up. He also shows him the package of supplies to bring him.

Alcohol causes him big issues. He doesn't find to easy to deal with it, he tried to stay sober but didn't last more than a few hours.
It doesn't cause him only physical problems, headache and stomachache, but also with his job. It is an average afternoon, he cleaned the house for a bit, brought out the dog and basically now he can't find anything to do.
He decides to prepare some material for WonPil but also thinks a few beers won't hurt while he works on it. He brings a few books, papers and most important, alcoholics and cigars.
He puts a cigar in his mouth and takes a book. He realizes fast he didn't take the right one but begins to turn the pages of the poetry book. One of his favorite artists, Baudelaire.
He reads one of his favorite poetry in the book - Flowers of Evil - , Albatros.
"Often, to amuse themselves, the men of a crew
Catch albatrosses, those vast sea birds
That indolently follow a ship
As it glides over the deep, briny sea.
Scarcely have they placed them on the deck
Than these kings of the sky, clumsy, ashamed,
Pathetically let their great white wings
Drag beside them like oars.
That winged voyager, how weak and gauche he is,
So beautiful before, now comic and ugly!
One man worries his beak with a stubby clay pipe;
Another limps, mimics the cripple who once flew!
The poet resembles this prince of cloud and sky
Who frequents the tempest and laughs at the bowman;
When exiled on the earth, the butt of hoots and jeers,
His giant wings prevent him from walking." And while reading it, something drops from the book. A wrapped paper. He opens it and reads, they are just old notes but he recognizes the writing is not his own but Raven's. He feels immediately dreadful, especially as he starts to think about those times. Beautiful, the most beautiful but also so far in the past, nothing he could ever live through again. He can't help but look back, only to see everything he lost.
He ends up drinking more than he should have, fainting on the couch and completely skipping his work time. He wakes up the morning after, feeling dreadful due to hangover.
He sits up and covers his face with hands.

"Day 15 Isseinerlhor, year 1682.

Dear Uncle,

Today a new brother was born. They named him Dominic. He is healthy, mother is truly happy. I will go to visit them tomorrow morning after my turn with Hunters. I wonder what he looks like, if he has blue eyes like Jackil or brown like James, with Thomas' mind or Anthony's arm. We'll see...to me he is another young one to protect.
The things between Werewolves turned truly twisted since days. As far as I know, issues between the old alpha, Onix Wolfarg and an opponent. I hold my hopes in Wolfarg, to maintain his position or I feel there'll be troubles at the northern border.
The eastern border is stable, we conquered territories. Xhuanghen seem to be weaker, they cannot handle war on two sides and they'll soon crumble. It'd be a shame if werewolves and other monsters got out of control now that we are so close to give Xhuanghen a lesson.
I hope Dominic will grow seeing a new Heinmenhos, stable and safe, without monsters freely wandering in our streets and war at our doors. We'll achieve that? I have high hopes, we are close. They were already confined in the deadlands, but they have to disappear. I'll never forgive the Knights of Zimkesha, I can't. They took her, I still can't forget the merciless way they killed an innocent and kind soul like her. You know how I loved her, I had dreams to make my own family with her. Work in Malicedom once completed my studies. Remain the warm person I once was. It is all gone. Because of a Knight of Zimkesha. How many Raven are out there? How many innocent lives they took and they'll take? They won't ruin more lives like hers or my own, because I'll prevent them. All I feel I can be now is a Hunter. I don't know what the time will bring but those creatures can return to the Gods who created them.

~ Dorian Riddle ~ "

Deep thoughts, quite cruel too. He closed his diary once finished to write. It was something Dorian often did, writing his thoughts or things that happened to him. His way to relieve himself, not particularly effective for that purpose but he enjoyed it.
He stood up from the chair by the desk of his study. The room was clean and in order, many books, a fireplace, sofa, elegant and classy room overall.
He wore his Hunter uniform and began to leave his lonely house in Shadowmoor Downs. Outside the study, the house was all another thing. Bottles of liquor on the ground, cigarettes, books, dust. An environment suiting more the messy look of Dorian. He moved in front of a mirror before to wear a mask. Long - till shoulders - and curly, uncombed hair, some beard, lack of care for his own form and body, smell of alcohol and smoke. He moved the mirror in another direction not to continue watching and proceeded, taking his weapons. A sword made out of silver and obsidian, a small ruby dagger, an antidote syringe, a small sack of salt.
He put on hood and mask, finally leaving the house and proceeding straight from there into the forests.