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A Required Distraction

My second day out of captivity was relatively early. The sun hadn't fully risen and roosters crowed as the sun went up. Yet, I didn't feel my love beside me. We went on having a very nice sex last night, and kind of hot. Ifrit sure knows how to thrust and blow a big load, something I always wondered if all demons always have that kind of energy and libido to continue on deep into the night. Sex talk aside, when I woke up, I suddenly realized how naked and exposed I was. I took a bath and put on some new clean clothes.

Ever since our salvage in hellish technologies, my world seems to dramatically changed. Not only did I happen to feel so old, but I also feel as if I am the one who's living under the rock. Not that I care, really. I am a mortal living with hell dog companions.

The day started to get more and more light, but the sky wasn't as clear as it used to be the day Ifrit, Albreich, Eshdar, and I reached this town. It was such a good day to cross borders. I only wish the continent stays the same, nothing more, and nothing less. Part of me wished that hellhounds didn't invade the surface world, yet again, Ifrit gave her the meaning of life by embracing my Lycan heredity.

My pondering was interrupted by Rhynsa's arrival with his wheelchair. Seeing him in that state made sympathizing him, despite the fact that he almost killed us right after we got out from this town. We had put that incident aside. Even Ifrit, despite of being a demon, wasn't someone who would hold a long-lasting grudge.

"If you're asking about Ifrit, he left one hour ago."

Goddess, I wished I woke up earlier.

"I'm sorry if his randomness caused your love life quite a friction, Lilac. They saved you after months of travelling throughout Tragoria, and he took more times saving his people from prejudicial treatment."

"I am fine." Though I felt my heart jumped. "It's...his job to keep this world a better place to live for both races."

Rhynsa smiled to me in a sincere smile. "Glad you could understand," he said. The bat-hound hybrid was, by any way I could see it, has a pure 'nice man' kind of thing around him, despite of his somewhat blank black eyes. Maybe if he's not that old I would take him instead of Ifrit, but again, the one he supposed to protect travel around saving his people. That's a noble cause, if I can give an opinion about it.

Well, there's nothing that will happen if I stare at the sun all the time, right? I turn toward my bedroom and get dressed, ready for something to happen that day. If Ifrit can make himself useful, then so do I.

Since the invasion of the hellish domain to the surface world, the world is in imbalance. The start of it all would be best given to the time when I was captured. The invasion started and all hell broke loose, literally.

Because of my abduction, I do not know of the status of my friends these days, but seeing them like this gives me the idea of what actually happens. Rhynsa is crippled by a hellhound rebel, and is still waiting to recover. Ifrit, Eshdar, and Anubis wanders around the continent, helping hellhounds and humans in any way they could, while trying to find me.

I may not be able to fight against the hellhounds again, given that I am only a surface werewolf whose got mutated into a hornless hellhound, but I know that I am not sitting idle like some sort of a damsel in distress. I know that sooner or later this twilight town will be overridden by an army of hellhounds, just like what happened months ago when...her friend was killed right in front of her eyes.

I turn toward where Rhynsa was, and I can see him staring at a slab of stairs with contempt. Apparently for a bat-hound hybrid like him, it is very torturous not to be able to climb up stairs, given that he still has good wings. Unfortunately, those wings are not strong enough to lift him up. I sigh and help him with pushing the wheelchair up a slanted platform. He is clearly surprised by this sudden gesture, but he notices me and said, "I really wish my legs are healed now. Albreich has told me that I still need one more month to fully heal?"

Hearing the name of an old friend caused me to want to ask everything about the situation more. Again, Rhynsa knows I am being obvious, and he said, "There are times for things later, Lilac. For now, don't think too much of the situation at hand. With the Three Kings' help, we managed to at least stop any attacks to this town."

That's something good to hear, I thought. But I know I cannot say that loudly. I know they are tense; this inhuman war had caused a toll to everyone involved, even for Ifrit, Eshdar, and Anubis, the trio of friends who had become the hero of their cause. At least that is what I heard from many hellhounds along the way.

Still, I want anything I can do for help, and I find one in the form of a kitchen. I can see Rhynsa is trying one of the cream soup the hellhound made, but I can see that he is not satisfied, and he even make complains in his language, which prompted me to ask them what is going on.

"I can't seem to get a good taste for everyone," said the cook, a young dark-red furred hellhound. "Every time I finished making a soup, everyone complained like the soup tasted bland, it had furs in it, etc. etc. You know I can't freakin' cook!"

"Then who's the cook?"

"No one can cook, that's why! This is just my morning shift. And...hey, miss, what are you doing?"

Well, I can see why this soup cannot be delicious. He is missing the most crucial part of the whole soup and I knew this is something basic hellhounds might not know due to their tendencies of eating raw meats (I know Lycans do that more often than not, but hellhounds seem to prefer that than cooked one. Ifrit is a different case since he travels with us). But of course, with a town populated mostly with hellhounds, it won't be right if the soup does not have any chunk of meat, right? I know we are supposed to cut cost, but given how carnivores, even if they can eat some vegetables, will not like a full taste of cream, it is inevitable.

After I help him with putting some ingredients and other spices that can give our race a good taste, I let him try it. He is clearly surprised, saying, "Wow!" and said, "Missy, you are a life savior!"

Rhynsa, who is confused, ask for another bowl, and he tried it. He quickly said, "This is like those pub food! Lilac, how can you cook something like this?!"

"I'll tell you the trick. It's quite easy, as you can see. Humans might not be able to give us this kind of taste since they don't have a taste bud as numb as us. I am also trying not to cause over stimulation of taste and..."

"Clearly you don't understand how delighted we are to find a proper cook around here!" exclaimed the hellhound cook. Wow, even the females can't cook? How do they survive up here, then?

"Lilac, would you be so kind as to teach them how to cook basic things?" asked Rhynsa to me. "Now that we have a proper cook here, we can live off baked fish and steak and at least get a variety of menu. Will you do it?"

I don't know the lives of these hounds while I was being kidnapped, but it sure did was hell for them to not be able to eat something decent. My job may not be of a fighter, but at least I can be useful this way.

"Still, Rhynsa...who taught you how to make cream soup? Baked fish and steak is okay, but cream soup requires some sort of preparations? How?"

"Well, uh...Ifrit taught us how to do it, but...we didn't catch how he did it since...well, he cooks with his gift."

I am surprised, and slowly laughs slowly, followed with Rhynsa laughing. So Ifrit was the one helping them to cook. Of course only Ifrit can cook it. His 'Survival Instinct' had helped him many times, and of course cooking like this is something only his improvisation could do.

Oh, I wish everything returns back to normal...at least in my current type of 'normal'. Having a hellhound boyfriend and being a hornless hellhound kind of a normal thing for me now.

Ifrit, come back home safely.