Helluva Hound (Helluva Boss Harem x Male OC)

Prologue: Birth

3rd P.O.V

Hell... A place that many human beings fear, worried that they'll suffer eternal torment in the flaming pits. Of course, there are humans that don't believe in such a place. Unknown to them, they will suffer the worst of the flames to punish them for their lack of faith. 

Hell has existed for billions of years. And it has been home to many scum. Imps, demons, sinners... And at the bottom of the barrel, the hierarchy, were the hellhounds. Large and furry dogs with sharp claws and even sharper teeth and serious anger issues (for most at least). Many hellhounds were simply either left for dead on the streets, put up for adoption or hired for work with little to no pay. 

This was no different for one particular hellhound by the name of Fenrir. This hellhound was much larger, burlier and ferocious compared to his brethren. But right now wasn't one of those moments where he had to put on a strong face. 

Instead, he was pacing outside of a particular room in a giant castle-like structure. The castle was surrounded by intense flames that spiralled up higher than the building itself. And the heat emanating from the flames... Sinners were thrown into the firefalls and they endured pain and suffering much like having an atomic bomb melting the skin and flesh off one's bones. The worst part? The sinners could never truly die. Instead, they were just slowly and painfully reformed from what was leftover. 

Moving on from that, Fenrir was pacing outside of a particular room, hearing a woman's screams and howls roaring from inside. This had been transpiring for a good hour or two and Fenrir could no longer hide his fear. 

Suddenly, the screaming came to an end, making his crimson eyes widen in slight fear. Not wanting to wait any longer, he stepped into the room and saw another leaner and black furred female Hellhound lying on the bed. Standing beside her was an Imp doctor, holding another black furred Hellhound baby. A young male. 

Fenrir's heart lifted as he realised his wife had given birth, but at the same time, he was scared about the lack of movement from the baby. 

Fenrir: I-Is he...?

Imp: I... I'm not sure... Let me just-

Hellhound: Doctor... Let me hold him... 

The Imp nodded and handed the baby Hellhound over to the weak mother. She smiled sweetly at the newborn in her arms, feeling a joy she had never felt before in her heart. 

Hellhound: You're a Lycan. A natural born fighter. So... Fight. 

Hearing the voice of his mother and unaware of what the meaning behind those words were, the baby moved its arms and legs, letting out a slight cry. The three adults in the room smiled, knowing that the baby was alive and well. 

Hellhound: Look at him... My sweet baby boy... 

Fenrir: He's got a fine set of lungs on him. 

Hellhound: Hmm. He'll make quite the runner. 

The two new parents shared a hug with each other, focusing on their newborn child. 

Fenrir: What should we call him? I was thinking Alpha. 

Hellhound: No... That's not special enough for our son. I want his name to be something unique. Something only we can recognise him by. Something that you'd barely hear anyone else be called. 

Fenrir: Hm... That's... a little tricky. 

Smiling, the female Hellhound pressed her nose against her son's. 

Hellhound: I know the perfect one. Mutasim. Mutasim Lycan. 

Fenrir: Where'd you hear that name from? 

Hellhound: You forget honey, I used to work with Arabs. 

Fenrir: So its an Arab name? 

The weak woman nodded. Fenrir smiled softly. 

Fenrir: Well what does it mean? 

Hellhound: Adhering to Faith. And I know our boy will be a strong believer. 

Fenrir: Faith in what? 

Hellhound: Whatever he wants to be when he grows up. 

Fenrir was slightly confused from his wife's words, but he kept it to himself, simply enjoying the moment while he had it. 

Unaware that this would be the last time he could spend time with both his wife and his son...