[M] Roaming Around

"Good boy."

He scratched behind the Hound's ear gently as the cloth passed over his chest and sides. He'd give him a thorough wash down before letting him out of the bath.

The cloth paused in its movements as he caught the shine of metal in the corner of his eye.

His brows furrowed. What could that be? There weren't any metal items in the bathroom that it could be. How strange.

He shook his head gently and continued cleaning the Hound. It was probably nothing.

He gave a happy little murmur as he was scratched and the cloth smoothed over his chest, this felt much nicer, he liked this even if he was getting a bath.

As Alyosha washed his sides he leaned over to his Master, lapping his tongue over the man's cheek as he nuzzled against him.

Lyo gave him so many pats and strokes and hadn't made him do anything in order to get them, not like the other man, a soft purr rumbled in his chest, for the moment he was able to ignore all his aches and pains.

Alyosha smiled when his cheek was licked.

At least he was still the affectionate pup he knew and loved. He was scared that he may have started acting scared and skittish all the time.

He didn't want that.

A skittish pup wasn't one for fussing.

Alyosha loved a pet that loved love. He wanted a pet that would lay around cuddling him or play fetch with him.

As long as Alyosha continued to show him love and affection Tuzik would do the same regardless of what happened to him.

The events that had happened were horrible but the pup had grown up in a place far worse, despite his playful and carefree demeanor Tuz was tougher than that.

As long as he had a reason to, he would always simply dust himself off and continue with life as normal, not letting the bad ruin the good things for him.

His nose rubbed against Lyo's as a soft smile spread across the hound's face.

Alyosha wouldn't stop giving him love and affection.

The pup was his and he wasn't about to toss him aside. He'd stick with the Hound until the bitter end.

Alyosha leaned over the bath, cloth coming in contact with the Hound's member.

The cloth snagged as he pulled it away and his brows furrowed. Gently, his fingers probed, finding the cause of the snag and disentangling it, pursing his lips.

Piercings. Whoever fucked his pet pierced him to.

His teeth clenched together and he turned, lashing out at the wall rather than Tuz. The plaster crumbled around his hand as he growled darkly.

He was out for blood. He would find this man and he would kill him for messing around with his pet.

Tuzik yelped loudly as the cloth snagged and pulled against his new and still tender piercings.

He pulled away from Alyosha's hand, his body curling over itself, his torso hunched over his crotch protectively.

Having one new piercing in such a sensitive area was painful enough, the hound had three of them.

His Master was mad again, that much was evident from how he abused the wall and growled.

He didn't want to be in the bath anymore, seeing the normally docile man so angry was a frightening sight, as such he moved to the edge of the bath, trying to slink away from him and crawl out

His body shook in his anger.

He stood and stormed out of the bathroom. He'd deal with Tuzik later when he was calm and felt bad for scaring the Hound.

Alyosha rifled through his pocket, pulling out his pocket knife and flicking it open, gripping the blade tightly until it sliced his palm as he flicked through his spellbook.

When he found the spell that he wanted, he began chanting.

He didn't care that he was summoning perhaps the most powerful Demon of all time. Belial would be able to find whoever the fuck it was that tortured his pet and kill them. He didn't care what he had to give to get that done.

"Belial!" he bellowed once he had done chanting.

Belial had been training Coilean all day but his training session was cut short as he felt the intense tugging of a summoning.

The magic gripped at the Demon's very core and prompted him to move.

His own name echoed through his head as a familiar voice yelled out to him.

A smirk curled at his lips, the little necromancer sure wanted his attention, that much was obvious.

Within a instant the Demon appeared, leaning against the bathroom door frame.

His attention shifted as he caught the scent of something, sulfur and wet dog, a hell hound.

"You've been busy, Alyosha."
He muttered in distaste as he gazed at the naked and wet mutt sitting in the corner of the bedroom.

Alyosha growled softly.

"You find whoever fucked him." He pointed at Tuzik, the blood still seeping from the cut splattering against the ground. "And you bring him to me so I can kill him."

He had given the order and he expected it to be done.

He needed to feel the fuckers blood who did this on his hands. He wanted to strangle the last slivers of life from his dying corpse.

"You call me here to do your mutts job?"
He asked, his gazed turning back to the necromancer as he tilted his head.

The man had one of the best trackers in existence and he wanted him to find who had fucked the hound? how foolish.

Belial leaned in front of Tuzik, his purple gaze narrowing in on the creature.

Tuzik instinctively growled at him, if he were in his hound form his fur would've been on end.

"Habes qui tibi odorem domini tui invenire velit."

He muttered the words clearly to the hell-hound. Tuzik's growls cut short and he looked up at his Master then back to the Demon.

Belial stood up straight again as Tuzik padded towards the door, his nose sniffing the air intently before he scratched at the front door again.

"There, he knows where this person is, all we have to do is follow him."

He demon added as he looked at Lyo, this was the easiest and surest way of knowing who did this.
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You have the scent of who did this to you, your master wants you to find them, now.

Alyosha's eyes turned back and forth between Tuzik and Belial.

He could speak to him.

Belial could speak to Tuzik and the pup could understand. He definitely needed to learn how to do that. Perhaps if he learnt the language that Tuzik knew, he could teach him English.

The Necromancer padded forwards, opening the door for his pet.

"Show us the way, Tuz."

The quicker he got his hands on that fucker the quicker he could go back to playing nice with Tuzik.

It wasn't everyday that he took his Master's orders through someone else but it seemed Belial could talk to his Master and of course the Demon could talk to him.

The man's scent was all over the mansion, he would have to track him from where he had known his scent to be freshest.

He shuddered softly, they were going back down to the dungeon.

With his Master and the Demon following him he led them back down to the dungeon, he was cautious when he stepped in, he didn't like this place anymore.

He moved over to the piece of equipment that he had been tied to, sniffing it intently.

He paused for a moment as he was about to led them back toward where the scent led as he stepped on the pair of jeans that his Master had put on him and Zakhar had removed.

Tuzik pawed at them for a moment as he looked back up at his Master, maybe he wouldn't be so mad now that he had found them.

Alyosha followed behind the Hound silently as he crawled through the mansion.

His brows furrowed when the descended into the Dungeon. There was actually a place like this here? That was...disturbing.

When Tuz started making a fuss, he looked down, attempting a small smile as he bent to pick up the jeans. "Good boy, Tuz."

He slung the jeans over his shoulder.

"Now show us where he is."

Tuzik grinned up at his Master as he picked up the pants, he was trying his hardest to make his Master happy but an angry aura still lingered heavily around him.

He barked as his nose lowered to the ground and he bounded towards the door and back up the stairs, he had the scent, the man could not escape him now.

It was impossible for someone to escape a Hell Hound when it had their scent.

He led them towards one of the bedroom wings, he sniffed the air and scratched at one of the doors, whining loudly before he sat down and barked at his Master, the man was inside.

Alyosha followed behind the Hound as he bound up the stairs again.

He was on a mission. He was going to find this bastard and he was going to kill him. Slowly and painfully.

When the Hound stopped at a door and barked at him.

He threw open the door and stormed to the one person in the room, ceasing him by his throat and forcing him down onto the bed.

"You fucker!" he yelled in the man's face, his own cheeks going red with his anger.

Bored. Today had been going to well and now he was bored.

He had spent a lot of time cleaning down and sterilising everything he had used in the Dungeon but now he had nothing to do.

He sat up and sighed, pushing his hand through his hair.

Then he jumped half a mile when someone pounced on him and screamed in his face. "What the fuck?!"

Tuzik whined softly as his Master burst into the bedroom. He sat at the door, peering in silently as he watch him jump on the black haired man.

If this broke into violence he would defend his Master to the death if need be, he wouldn't allow for any harm to come to him, he would sooner die himself.

A soft growl rumbled in his chest, if he were in his hound form the hair on his back would be standing on end.

Belial knew who had done this as soon as they entered the dungeon his Mate's scent lingered in the air.

It seemed the Russian man had been naughty if he had been having sex with another man's Pet.

He stepped into the room as he watched intently what was happening between the two of them.

He wouldn't baby the man, there were some battles that he could fight on his own.

His gaze darted down to Tuzik, he knew the hound would attack the Lycan if Lyo was hurt, Zak wouldn't win against a Hell Hound.

If this got ugly he would step in but until then he would remain still unless Zakhar called for him.

Alyosha's fist reared back and connected with Zakhar's cheek with a loud thud.

And again it struck him. And again.

He'd kill this man for what he had done to Tuzik. He'd kill him.

Holding him down with one hand, he pawed at his pocket, pulling out the blade that he had used to cut his own palm and flicking it open, bringing it down fiercely towards the Lycan's neck.

When the metal of the blade flashed in the low light, the Lycan snapped.

He thrashed in Alyosha's grip, bringing his arm up to block the knife before it plunged into his throat. He hissed sharply in pain when the knife tore through the skin of his arm.

Zakhar lunged forwards, his fist colliding with Alyosha's cheek.

"Do not attack me," he growled loudly, pulling sharply at Alyosha's hair, hissing when the knife was plunged into his side.

A roar erupted from Tuzik's throat as he shifted forms, his body becoming a blur of raging black fur as he lunged forward toward the two fighting.

Zakhar has struck his Master, he wouldn't let this happen, he wouldn't let Alyosha get injured because of him.

He halted, his head low to the ground as he snarled, the Demon had blocked his way, Tuz knew who Belial was, every Hell Hound and Demon knew him.

His fur stood on end and his posture became rigid and threatening, he stood between him and his Master.

"Iacebat pede in mea bona et ego exinterare vos morus, et vestra Magister."

He muttered in an icy tone as he stood in the Lycan's way as he lunged forward.

The smell of Zakhar's blood hit his nose, it was cause for concern.

"Zakhar, if you need me, just say so, I have to keep the Hound at bay."

The Demon morphed, changing into a much smaller Hell Hound, he snarled loudly, his blazing purple gaze locking onto Tuzik's fierce red stare.
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Lay a paw on my property and I will gut you mutt, and your Master.

Alyosha gasped out in pain when his hair was tugged.

Fuck.

He growled loudly, kicking for all he was worth, knife tearing into the Lycan's skin. He would have no mercy. He would kill him.

His knife lodged between the Lycan's ribs and twisted brutally.

Zakhar cried out when the blade lodged itself between his ribs.

He gave a wet cough, blood bubbling up in his mouth and trickling down his chin.

In a fair fight he would win against the Necromancer. But this wasn't a fair fight. Alyshoa was holding him down; he was larger and he had surprise on his side.

He coughed again, swallowing the blood welling up in his throat.

He needed to gain an advantage. Do something to make sure he didn't get killed. This wasn't a small brawl. Alyosha was out to scatter his remains around the mansion.

Belial!

He couldn't help calling out to his Mate. He had no chance of winning like he was. He was injured and he couldn't find a foothold while he was being held down like this. He needed Belial.

As soon as his name was called he abandoned his attempts at stopping the Hound from attacking.

Despite his age Hell Hounds were always dangerous to a Demon, they had the ability to literally drag Demons back down to hell, that was their purpose and this Hound was large and well bred.

He bounded at the two of them on the bed, changing back to his human form in and instant and yanking the Necromancer off of the Lycan and tossing him across the room.

Belial cried out, the Hound had given chase and latched his large jaw around the Demon's shoulder, digging in its large razor-like fangs.

He clutched onto Zakhar and teleported, he wasn't left with much choice, he couldn't tend to Zakhar's wounds whilst under attack.

When they were back in the Demon's room he held Zakhar a little more gently, laying him back on the bed as he carefully pulled the knife out of his chest.

The wound was deep and harder to treat than ones he had experienced previously and he was spitting up blood.

He put pressure on the wound and pulled Zakhar's head up to his bleeding shoulder, he was going to need pain relief while he healed him.

"Drink."
He ordered sternly, he would keep the man from taking to much and risking addiction but his body needed it right now.

He bit onto his hand firmly until blood trickled down his fingers, pushing the fingers into the knife wound.