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Sovarn woke up with a grunt from his bed. The hellhound felt very light-headed, but he could still remember what happened last night. Taking a walk to the nearby water basin, he washed his furry face, staring at the mirror with his reflection staring back at him. He smiled with the face. His face was considered handsome, at least by the hellhound's standard. He forgot how young he was when he left his childhood home and his parents, but he had no love for them. He now had friends, and he considered his responsibility, Nergora, his family. Fortunately for him, that feeling was mutual.

Yet, with Nergora reaching his twenties and his pursue of earthly love, there would be time when the hellhound would have to find his own life and settle down, but it wasn't the time. Maybe, after everything was over, it could happen.

Putting on his shirt, long trousers, and glasses, he took his own longsword and tucked in his tail into the tail sleeve before walking out into the sight of the town of Oberon.

Taking a deep breath, Sovarn stretched a little and took the air of the town into his fiery lungs. He had never felt something as fresh as it down in Hell. It felt like a relief to be able to travel around the continent, breathing the fresh air he had never felt for years.

After savoring himself with the taste of fresh air, Sovarn returned to his priority. "It's time to work," he said to himself.

It had been five days since he left Nergora with Seolfor in Yenhal. Since he thought the two could start a serious relationship, Sovarn decided to gather more allies to prepare for the worst for them. With the help of some scouts, Sovarn knew that the rebels had found out of Ifrit and Eshdar's whereabouts, but the morning newspaper was quick enough to give the story, despite of not a major headline, about the ambush in the rest area between the towns of Stelikan and Juhanem, in which Ifrit, Eshdar, and some humans were regarded as the hero in the incident with the assailant's motives unknown. Sovarn also heard rumors about the stalkers in the forest nearby. He wanted to believe that they were the hellhound scouts he employed, but it wasn't the case when there were hunters and poachers in the area around Oberon. Given how the small town's main income came from selling hunted foods, it could be the case.

Taking a walk to the nearby tavern, he ordered a nice breakfast with a tea for starters. While reading the newspaper that morning, he saw an advertisement of an invention called refrigerator alongside a new technology of making moving pictures, both powered by steam. He knew both technologies were common in Dusdolf, but this was the first time he saw ads about them, and how some of the humans near him were amazed by how it was being pictured and came by to talk about it on the dining table.

While drinking his tea, the gray hellhound fixed his glasses when he sniffed a hellish presence nearby. He turned his head slowly to the smell, but it quickly dissipated. Sovarn sighed and dismissed it as his imagination; he had never met any hellish race that could mask their presence, let alone their smell.

"Oh great, I forgot to bring my watch," said Sovarn when rummaging his waist pocket. "Must've been in the drawer."

During his walk, back to his hotel, he sniffed the same hellish smell again, but it quickly disappeared. He couldn't find the source of the smell, but what he could see, he was in the middle of some Lycans and the demon, either a hellhound or some other race, was watching him elsewhere. He scanned his surroundings, hoping that when it came to him, his blade would pierce its skull, or at least talk to it in a civil manner.

After trying to find a suspicious-looking werewolf, Sovarn sighed and concluded that it was just an imagination. He returned to the hotel and directly towards his room. Upon opening his door, he found the same scent, but was unable to react when a clawed furry hand grabbed him from behind. Sovarn struggled to be free from the grab, but he was unable to; the unknown assailant had a strong grip. He wasn't all that helpless, however. The grey-furred hellhound quickly jammed his foot towards the attacker's. He yelped and loosened his grip, giving time for Sovarn to break free and turn around, trying to see his attacker. Suddenly, there was a loud screeching sound near him, causing Sovarn to lose balance. This gave the assailant to grab him and forcefully push him into the room. He froze when he saw sharp claws near his throat and the leathery appendage akin to a bat.

"(No fucking way...)," said Sovarn in disbelief. "(Why are you all here? This isn't your place!)"

"(Save your surprise for later, hound)," replied the assailant behind him. "(Do not raise your voice if you still value your life)."

Sovarn wanted to test his luck, but around the assailants, he knew it wasn't possible. The man-bats of Hell were known to be assassins due to their natural physiology and their high-pitched sound that could incapacitate targets. There was a common rumor that if one of the man-bats managed to capture and wrap their wings around their target, they would suck their blood dry.

"(Okay, okay, I won't)," replied Sovarn. "(But please, don't wrap me around your wings. I...)"

"(Until we know that you're not an enemy, we won't let you go. Take off his glasses)."

Sovarn tried to struggle, but in the end, the man-bat behind him was too strong. The man-bat in front of him took away his glasses. Severe near-sight made him practically blind, as the world around him was like a blur without his glasses. He couldn't even see the bat visage in front of him clearly. All he could see was a brown-colored area where the man-bat should be.

"(Hey! I need those!)," exclaimed Sovarn, but feeling the claw under his chin made him remember that it wasn't his place to protest. He was their prisoner in that room.

"(Now, what is your name? We know you are one of the generals of the Schelkz family, but which one? You're too young to be a general)."

"(I'm...Sovarn Skerilas)," said Sovarn reluctantly. He wasn't sure if he could trust the man-bats, but he was in no position to protest.

"(Sovarn Skerilas. Good name, but that is not important. We know you are the guardian of a member of the Schelkz family. We have been stalking you since you reached this town, and we know the smell of a Schelkz blood)."

Sovarn hesitated. The man-bats did not seem friendly at all, and they knew all about the Schelkz family just because the grey hellhound had Nergora's smell. He was thinking of how to get out when a hand grabbed his head and tried to crush him. He wanted to yell out, but the man-bat's claws were too dangerous. In a situation where he was restrained and threatened, in addition to losing his sight, he knew there was no escape. Yet, he was trying to stay calm. He was one of the generals of the Schelkz family. He would never...

"(Not in the mood to talk, eh?)" said the man-bat behind him. "(No choice, then)."

Sovarn felt something sharp over his flesh and his heart started to race. He knew the man-bat was trying to bite him and suck his blood dry. While he believed that it wasn't as dangerous as the story claimed, not knowing the precise description made him worried.

"(W-whoa, there)," said Sovarn. "(Let's not go there, alright? We can talk about this...)"

"(Then tell us the name of the Schelkz you are trying to protect)," replied the man-bat.

"(I-I can't. I'm his guardian. I cannot let you know his name, even if I must die. Do your worst. I won't talk)."

"(This is why I hate your devotion. Tell me, Sovan Skerilas. Have you ever got bitten by a demon bat before?)"

"(I've heard rumors...about it leaving dried husks of hellhounds)."

"(No, that's an exaggeration. Let me tell you how this works. My saliva has some substance that can give you euphoric sensation. We drank a small sip of your blood while you feel a rush of sensation in your body. In other words, you will feel as if you've been given the most potent alcohol in the world, mixed with the most potent aphrodisiac that can keep you going all night long. You think it's a good thing, but you're so wrong if you think like that)."

By this point Sovarn lost his courage with the man-bat's detailed explanation. Simply said, there was a problem with being 'high'.

"(You will feel as if you're ready to knock off dozens of hounds, but of course, we won't let you do that. Being so pent-up can be a torture by itself, hmm?)"

"(No, wait! That's fucked up! C'mon, let's talk about it! We can have an agreement!)"

"(Then tell us the name of the Schelkz you are protecting!)"

"(I can't! It's a matter of safety! I cannot let you know!)"

There was a pressure by his neck attributed to a bite. By this time, Sovarn wanted to give up upon imagining how it would happen. He knew being so high with potent love potion would drove him crazy. It never happened to him, but he knew how it felt like. But then, there was a chance that he was bluffing. There's no way he could give out that kind of detail on the spot.

In conclusion, Sovarn thought that the demon bats were bluffing, so he regained his composure and said, "(I can't tell you one bit about him, demon bat. He's a friend, and I won't let you kill him. Give me all you got, be it a euphoric sensation or any drugs. See if they work)."

The demon bat went silent for a moment, but proceeded to sunk his teeth into Sovarn's neck. Sovarn thought that it wasn't so bad, until he felt his body heat increased considerably and he was panting like a wolf on a prowl. He started to become dizzy, with his vision started to twist and turn as hallucination kicked in. He felt his hips jerked forward as his loins were burning, trying to find something for release.

"(Wrong move, hound)," said the demon bat. "(Do you think I am bluffing?)"

"(Oh, you fucking...ah!) exclaimed Sovarn as he fell down to the floor. "(Fuck! I need to fuck! Ah!)"

"(Not gonna happen, hound. Now, let me tell you one thing. I can counteract that substance with another bite. First bite makes you high, second bite neutralizes it. You can refuse the offer, but good luck trying to find something to fuck for the next five hours)."

"(You fucking sadist!)" exclaimed Sovarn.

"(Your fault)." He turned towards his companion. "(Keep an eye on the surface dwellers)."

He nodded and walked out of the room, while the man-bat put Sovarn on the bed and restrained him.

"(I swear, when I'm out of this, I'm gonna...fuck!)"

"(Relax, hound, you are not going anymore with your limbs tied)."

"(Let's see who's going to...oh, shit! W-what are...)"

"(Record's 30 minutes. I'll wait)."

Sovarn's eyes widened. Hearing how the man-bat nonchalantly said the record made him even more worried. He couldn't think straight while all he could think off was to have sex or at least masturbate. The natural aphrodisiac, in its undiluted state, was so potent that it could kill someone. What's worse was how the man-bats were basically born with it. Every single man-bats he met could bit him and let him be tortured by unrestrained euphoria.

Minutes felt like hours. He had no way to tell the passage of time. His pocket watch was with the man-bat. He was looking at it and towards Sovarn with a smug look. His whole body ached of release and his pent-up junk started to wet his pants. Why his day turned out to be like this? His devotion to Nergora made him endure the worst kind of torture with its twisted nature. Was it worth it? Nergora was an adult who could fend off by himself. He was an ice hellhound and he knew how to control his powers. He did not need Sovarn. He also had someone he could settle with, while Sovarn had...none.

Realizing that, despite of trying to endure the torture, he would lose anyway, he started to cry. He never cried before. His whole body convulsed like crazy and he was being denied his release. His mind did not work well to find a way to endure the whole ordeal. Everything was betraying him, including his bowels. He felt something wet on his fur and his pants, and he realized that, even if he had no way to expend his sex fluid, his other fluid would take over. He pissed himself off while being restrained to a bed. It was the greatest humiliation. He had lost.

"(Nergora)!" He finally said, tears wetting his eyes so he could not see. Not that he could without his glasses, anyway. "(His name is Nergora Schelkz!)"

The man-bat looked at him without giving a comment. The broken and humiliated hellhound could only let his fate be decided by the man-bat captor. It's over, he thought. He couldn't hold on anymore. Every inch of his body had betrayed him. Even his mind was slowly broken, with reality blended with fantasy. Even if he couldn't see anything, the fact that he started seeing hallucinations meant that he could no longer reason in the middle of being ravaged by potent aphrodisiac from a man-bat's saliva.

After a while, the man-bat looked at the pocket watch and smiled. "(One hour)," he said. "(You broke the record, but I have a feeling that it's your ultimate limit. More than that...I don't even want to know. It isn't worth it)."

The man-bat then bit Sovarn's neck and drank a lot of blood. Slowly but sure, Sovarn felt his body started to relax and his heart slowed. He could think clearly again and his urge for sex was gone (with a little disappointing sensation of being denied). This ordeal, however, exhausted him more than it should, and he quickly fainted.

Sovarn woke up with the man-bat beside him. Smell of urine and musk covered the room like fragrance, which made the hellhound sick. When he realized what was going on, he instinctively got away from the man-bat, and he noticed that the restrains on him was gone.

"(Gained your senses?)" asked the man-bat.

"(Whatever you do...don't tell anyone about this. I need my pride and dignity to survive, you hear me?)"

The man-bat chuckled. "(No one can hear us in here anyway, and my companion ensures that no one is remotely interested in your room)."

"(So what are you going to do about me, huh? I've...given you my secret, so there's no loose ends)."

"(All we need is his name. You made it so hard on yourself. We are not going to harm him)."

"(Then why threaten to kill me?)"

"(Because you're not with him, so we assume that you've betrayed him or leave him in spite. If not both, then you separate for better survival chance)."

Sovarn felt so embarrassed and stupid. All for that?

"(Excuse me while I scream internally for my idiocy)," said Sovarn looking away.

"(Yes, you should do that. Let's clarify this one more time. We are not your enemy. We are looking for a hellhound called Rhynsa. Do you know where he is?)"

"(All I know is that he's the general who is entrusted in protecting Ifrit. We separated a while ago, and I don't know where he is)."

"(Ifrit Schelkz...another one of the Schelkz family. Fuck. This is getting even more complicated. Skerilas, do you know where he is right now?)"

"(I don't know. We heard about him a while back but only Neri knows how to contact him. Right now, he's not here)."

"(Next time, take a good care of your prince instead of eating breakfast like surface dwellers. We have wasted too much time)."

"(Wait! What does Rhynsa have to do with anything? I know him. He is a nice hound)."

"(Not in our eyes, Skerilas. We know that hellhound. Rhynsa is a dangerous hellhound who can threaten your prince or Ifrit Schelkz. I mean that. He will kill them)."

"(But why)?"

"(The world can change a person, however benevolent they are)," replied the man-bat. He quickly rushed outside and talked with his companion. Before he go, Sovarn stopped him and said, "(How can you walk around like that? You don't look like a Lycan and seeing a human-sized bat would freak everyone out!)"

"(The same way we make them uninterested in your room, Sovarn Skerilas. Take a rest and clean yourself up. I'm sorry about the mess, but I suggest you move and find Nergora Schelkz before it's too late)."

"(Will I be able to meet you again?)"

The man-bat smiled. "(You will. Soon. Goodbye, hound)."

With a puff of black smoke, the two demon bats vanished in thin air, leaving the smelly and dirty hellhound standing at the corridor. He started to think about how Rhynsa, a respected fellow general and a friend, would become an enemy. The demon bats' mannerisms suggested that they were not lying, and it was important to be with Nergora and protect him. Even if Nergora was able to fight for himself, hearing how Rhynsa was involved could lead to disaster, and it would haunt Sovarn for the rest of his life as his greatest failure: for not saving the legacy of the Schelkz family.

But for now, with all the ordeal and humiliation given by the man-bats, all he had in mind was a nice little bath and a whole day moving his things to a new room. The manager wouldn't be happy about it, but at least what happened behind closed doors were a secret.

At least that's what he hoped....