The Hound of Hell

Chapter 4: Alejandro's new form.

Recap: Alejandro ended up sleeping at Blitz's apartment and finally started to get him and Loona to warm up to him. Blitz did some 'favors' for Stolas in order to get Alejandro a hell born disguise in an attempt to blend into Hell and work for Blitz. Blitz is practically holding him hostage due to Alejandro having great potential to be powerful as a higher up.

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Time skip, car ride to Stolas' mansion...

It has been a very boring car trip to Stolas' place. As usual, Loona is glued to her phone and Blitz is completely mesmerized by the heavy metal music blaring through the cheap speakers of his janky van. I am seated in the back as I await my transformation with twiddling thumbs and empty eyes. I look out the cheap, tinted windows and notice the businesses, demons, cars, and buildings we pass by throughout the city limits of Imp City. No one is talking within the cabin and the whole atmosphere feels awkward, edgy, and angry. As I continue to look out the windows, I begin to realize that I have derived a foul odor from my days of missing the shower. Blitz's eyes shoot open at a similar velocity of a headlight turning on. He glares in the rear view mirror to see me, and I notice his eyebrows raise as he sniffs the air for a few moments. In lieu of catching my scent, he scrunched up his nose and I noticed his grip around the steering wheel tighten as he resumed his attention back to the rearview mirror.

Blitz: "Christ on a stick, you fucking stink Alejandro. When's the last time you took a shower? I swear, you humans have a weird smell that is nearly intolerable."

Alejandro: "Last time I showered was two days before I got shot and brought here."

Blitz: "Do you ever fucking consider washing yourself? What is wrong with you and your hygiene?!"

Alejandro: "My motel didn't have a functioning shower in it and I was on the run. I fucked up and I had a bunch of head hunters after me..."

Even though I hate to admit it, my motel did indeed lack a properly functioning shower. The shower head was non-existent, the bathtub faucet did not have flowing water, the whole place was a mess and I am surprised that the owner did not get sued for his lazy and nonchalant demeanor of running a motel location.

Blitz: "Who wanted you dead? Did you piss off some drug lord or something?"

Alejandro: "You can say that, I am very broke too, as I spent all my money on groceries that will only last a week. Why do you think you can nearly see my bones despite me being built larger?"

For an ex college linebacker, I sure fell off and lost my natural muscular build due to my meager diet. I flex my bicep in an attempt to see my meaty arm once again, but my arms have greatly slimmed out after a few years of low quality food and lack of exercise.

Blitz: "I guess that makes sense, when we transform you though; you are gonna need to eat A LOT. Possibly even more than you do now depending on your form. If you are a hellhound, then you will eat a TON. Trust me, I know. If you are an imp like me or something, then you eat minimally. It largely depends on what you become."

The thought of receiving a demonic form at random is already scary enough. I want to know what I am fully getting myself into before I officially meet this Stolas. I tilt my head slightly and raise a brow.