#hellboundmutt

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@hellbound-mutt

‘I promise it isn’t a lecturing or about the Doctor–if that at all makes a difference.’ The hound sighed out as her tail swayed.  ‘ Well, it is important to tell you. When you have a moment, let me know.’

    “Alright.. make it quick then.. if it’s truly important,” the man replied. He swiveled his desk chair to put his back to to canine. It was obvious that he was troubled. Probably depressed.

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"Have you summoned me, younger Okumura~?" The hellhound flashed the other a wide grin.

       Yukio looked at little surprised at the other before he shook his head. “I do not recall doing such a thing,” he remarked simply. 

[infernal-high-duke]

Red in Tooth and Claw

As his ceremonial robes are adjusted for what feels like the hundredth time, a stony face Thamuz resigns himself to being fussed over by his mother. He had very little control over his life right now, so why even bother to protest?

In just over an hour, he would be mated with a princess, not any old princess mind you but a daughter of the demon god Satan. An alliance he had been informed that his parents had worked long and hard to make happen. His father being the highest ranking demon in Satan’s infernal armies, his mother a highly bred duchess of the fire court. Both had done all they could to ensure their son’s future. That was how it had always been in demon society, marriage was not a bond for love but for the gain of more power, territory, to gain access to the top of the food chain. His parents would do very well out of this marriage that was very evident. . He tugs at the stiff collar of his wedding robes and scowls at his own reflection

“Mother…I look fine, I believe we are done here”

“Oh hush now, Thamuz, you must look perfect for your mating day…I wonder what gown the princess will be wearing?”

He could have replied with ‘I don’t really care if she has a sack over her head’ but instead he said nothing, letting his mother finish her adjustments.

“So handsome you are, my son!” giggles his mother once she is finally done “and soon you will be royalty!”

Again he remains silent, his mother’s words making his stomach turn. The choices in his life were not his to make, never had been. As a loyal son he would abide by his parents wishes and as a devoted soldier of Gehenna he would serve his Lord and king till his dying breath, even if that meant marrying a female he had only met once.

“I look forward to my new life with the princess” he replies flatly, as any dutiful son would. He bows, kissing his mothers hand “I thank thee and father for this opportunity”

[infernal-high-duke]

Striding through the filthy demon city, High Duke Thamuz, shoves a beggar out of his way and makes for his favourite tavern. Being of such high standing and breeding within Gehenna carried many benefits, one being free ale were ever he drank. No would dare ask for his gold now he was to be mated to one of Satan’s children. In their eyes he was already royalty. Three other demons accompany him, two males and one female, they are some of his loyal soldiers and drinking partners.

The tavern was full as usual with rowdy demons, drinking and gambling. Serving wenches moved from table to table carrying drinks and taking gold with a wink and a promising smile. Thamuz catches one as she passes, pulling her close, placing a piece of gold in her hand. There were certain things he still paid for however

“Find me a table wench; you will tend to my needs while I am here”

The wench giggles and nods

“At once Lord Thamuz”

A table if found, its occupants got rid of, Thamuz and his companions each take a seat and are soon handed a jug of ale. The three companions grumble as they still have to pay for their drinks and do not have the same standing as their commander.

Thamuz chuckles “Perhaps you should mate with one of Satan’s children then your ale would be free, hm?”

“I should like to bed Lucifer” the female of the group grins with her sharp teeth. Her name is Marbas “He is so handsome and powerful; all the others could not compete…”

“Even Samael?” One of the males asks, his name is Vassago “I would say being able to control time is far more powerful”

The female nods and downs the last of her ale, wiping her mouth with her hand “They say Lucifer is hung like his father, who would not want that thrusting between their legs?”

This bought nods of agreement and then howls of laughter from all four demon warriors and more ale was bought and the subject goes onto Thamuz’s up and coming mating

 Thamuz cannot really remember the rest, much ale was consumed and he finally staggers back to the citadel along with his fellow warriors, singing rowdy drinking songs as they go. His lodgings are set in the barracks, he has a decent size room and does not have to share unlike the other legions. He undresses and falls onto the bed, he is asleep before his head hits the pillow...