@dirtylimerick Hels lifted his head from the quiet, peaceful chore of his yardwork as a now familiar scent wafted towards him on the wind. “Sean,” the voices in his ears whispered and hissed. “Sean, Sean, Sean-” “I can smell,” he growled in response, rising like a grim specter to his feet. Approaching the secluded house where he had hidden Bezi away, he kept to the thick underbrush with his eyes and ears alert for that stubborn, nosy, Irish man. In coming here, the boy had thrown away his last chance. Hels had offered him the option of returning to his life, what was left of it now, but to invade his home yet again... It seemed he would need more hands-on lessons. “The south side of the house,” the voices offered helpfully, goals for once in line with Hels’ own.














