[C][M] The Summoning

Once again Makes had that same stunned expression, a freaking fallen Angel seriously?

"What like some fucking Lucifer bullshit or something?"

He asked, shaking his head in disbelief.

"Great so no charitable witches then?"

There was always a catch.

"Tuz the Hellhound? Fuck yeah!"

He replied excitedly.

"Actually, I think he does know Lucifer." He knew Belial had mentioned the name like you would mention someone that you used to be close with, but had fallen out of touch with.

He wouldn't be surprised if Belial did know him.

Lyo shrugged as he padded down the hall towards his room. He needed to get dressed before they did anything.

"Belial's told me about how much of a dick a witch can be. It my take some time to get a witch that actually can help us."

"That's some serious shit man."

Belial knew Lucifer? So those stories were real, about the falls of angels for rebelling against heaven?

He couldn't believe it.

"So we have to find some nice old hag that will give us a decent deal for putting me in a body?"

His alternative was to pass on, and he didn't want that to happen.

"Something like that."

They would hopefully find some person that would risk putting Maks in another person's body. He didn't know how easy it would be for them to find someone like that.

He hoped it would be easier than Belial had hinted at.

When they got to his room, Lyo ran his fingers through his long hair, heading towards the wardrobe.

From the depths of his wardrobe, he found an item of clothing that he had hardly worn. A black singlet. It was something he had bought and worn years ago, when he had just left Russia. Something that had been a staple for his wardrobe when he was younger, but hadn't worn much since. He pulled it on. It was a little loose on him. He had bought it when he was bulkier. He'd lost a lot of his muscle mass in the past eight years.

At least with it being loose, it would be nice and cool in the hot Italian sun.

He rummaged around until he found a pair of jeans. He yanked off his pyjama pants and pulled on his jeans, forgoing underwear.

"Ready to head out?" he asked, sitting down on the bed and dragging his boots closer.

Maks payed no mind to Lyo's sudden change in fashion choice. He hadn't seen the man in eight years so he had no idea how much he had changed in that time.

"Oh no, just let me get changed."

He replied sarcastically, of course he was ready to go, it wasn't like he had to brush his hair or put shoes on any more.

"Lets get a move on, I wanna see if this whole body thing is actually a possibility or just wishful thinking."

Maks didn't even brush his hair when he was alive.

But that wasn't quite what he meant and he showed that by giving the ghost a dirty look. "I just didn't know whether you wanted to go back to Belial and fawn over him and his pet. You've been looking like you've wanted to bolt back there since we left."

Tapping his boots against the floor to make sure they were comfortable, the man stood.

"Let's go then."

He picked up his keys as he passed his desk on the way to the door.

"Can you really blame me for that? Those two are hot, plus, it's not like I'm about to get all hot and bothered over them."

He felt small stirrings of sexual desire, but it wasn't enough to cause a physical reaction to his body.

Maks rolled his eyes at the dirty look and followed after Lyo.

Lyo just replied with a little snort.

Hot? Belial he could get, but there was no attraction towards Zakhar at all. That was heavily tainted by his general dislike for the man anyhow.

His beaten up old Lada Samara looked even more beaten up, sat between the fancy and expensive cars that a lot of the mansion dwellers owned. But he patted it affectionately as he slid into the drivers side.

The car had been with him for a long, long time. His mother had bought it for him in preparation for his eighteenth. It had lasted almost twenty years on a miracle, but it was still kicking.

Maks laughed as they got to the garage, shaking his head.

"You kept this old thing?"

He was surprise Lyo's car was still running after all these years, though he couldn't imagine the man driving anything else at this point.

Maks made his way inside and sat in the front, lounging back comfortably.

"I'm not the most rich person around."

He kept it out of necessity more than anything. Cars didn't come too cheap. It was best to just keep his car in good condition so he didn't have to pay out a bomb for a new one.

"They don't know Russian." His eyes flickered to Maks. "The people that we're going to see. I'll have to talk to them in English. I'll recount everything later."

He rolled his eyes, great more English.

"I'm not learning Italian."

He replied as he gave a huff, he hated being left out of conversation, more so when it was about him.

"I'll need to brush up on my English."

Something he wasn't looking forward too, English was too hard.

"Italian is easier than English."

He was learning it slowly but surely while he was here. He was by no means fluent in it yet, but he could hold a conversation if he was caught in a supermarket.

It was only a few minutes before they were pulling up to the big house Tuzik was staying in.

Maks gave an impressed whistle when they pulled up in front of the large house.

"Are all of your new pals fucking loaded?"

He couldn't imagine a house like this in this sort of neighborhood would be cheap.

He walked through the door of the car and moved to the gate to get a better look at everything.

"They're hundreds, if not thousands of years old." Chances were, yes, they were minted.

Lyo followed Maks up the pathway towards the house.

"The Irish one is a werewolf and the one with white hair is a Demon." He knew Maks would be interested.

The man knocked on the door and waited, smiling when loud yaps sounded on the other side of the door.

Tuzik had smelled his Master from all the way down the street and when he had pulled up he bounded toward the door, yapping excitedly to see him again after spending the night apart.

Silt gave a yawn and padded toward the door, it was nearly noon but he was sleepy, two loud pups had kept him up very late and he had spent the last hour feeding the two of them.

He pulled open the door with a relieved smile.

"Lyo, thank the heavens."

He chuckled before his gaze was drawn to Maksim, raising and eyebrow.

"Hi there."

He muttered to the spirit before Tuz came barreling through and pouncing on his master.

[From now on Russian is in Italics]

"You look tired." Lyo grinned at the Demon. He could only imagine what had kept him up all night. His accent seemed thicker now. After spending the entire working speaking Russian, it felt a little strange switching back to English.

The Necromancer gave a loud laugh as he was pounced on, sweeping Tuzik up into his arms and nuzzling against him affectionately.

"Have you been good dog, Tuzik?"

He stepped into the house, still carrying his Hound.

"Has he been good, Silt?"

"Yeah well, the house was a little noisy last night."

He replied with a chuckle.

"Hello."

Maks replied in hesitant English, wondering if the demon could hear him, he already gathered that he could be seen.

So demons and necromancers would see him.

Tuzik gave an excited yap as he was picked up, he had been a very good boy, at least he thought so.

He cuddled in against Lyo with a happy whine as he was carried.

"He has been on his best behavior, he even used a fork this morning to eat his breakfast."

It had been a little messy, but he did as he was told.

Maks watched everything in front of him with curiosity, he couldn't understand much that was being said but he was currently trying to get a better look at the demon and this hell hound that looked surprisingly human.

Lyo snorted a little laugh.

"Were you and Coilean keeping Silt up last night, huh?" he asked Tuzik, sitting himself on the couch with the Hound in his lap. He attacked the Hound with wandering fingers, tickling him in any place he could get him.

"You used a fork? Well done."

He didn't let up his tickling, though.

Attacking the Hound like this was far too fun.

Coilean padded into the livingroom, then, looking tired but content. He made his way to Silt, leaning against his Master's leg, nuzzling him affectionately, though his eyes were set on the newcomer that he'd never seen before.

Tuzik yelped and writhes as he was tickled, trying to get away from his Master's fingers.

He would have preened at the praise if he wasn't busy with his escape attempt.

"Still feeling sluggish Lean?"

He murmured with a chuckle as he sat on the adjacent couch and pulled the pup into lap, petting his softly to sooth any aches he was sure he had.

"Who's your friend Lyo?"

He asked, following Coilean's gaze toward the spirit that had just floated into the home and was currently watching Lyo and Tuz play, looking rather envious and pouty.

The pup whined softly in response. He was feeling a bit... well used this morning. Not that he was complaining much. It just wasn't too often that he was the submissive nowadays. He just had to get used to the aches again.

He quite contentedly laid in Silt's lap, though, letting himself be pet.

Lyo looke up from his task of keeping Tuz in his lap, to glance at Maks before turning his gaze to Silt. He paused in his tickling attempts to pull Tuz more comfortably into his lap.

"He's an old friend. Maks."

His eyes dropped to the Irish pup. "I need to ask a few things about him, actually."

Silt smiled at Coilean's response, poor pup wasn't use to that kind of treatment.

"I'll run you a hot bath later for all the aches."

It would at least give his muscles some help in relaxing.

Maks moved to sit in the spare reclining seat, watching the four of them as they spoke, though he perked up at the sound of his name.

"You need to ask Coilean?"

He asked in slight surprise, not very many people actually got to have a conversation with Coilean now days.

He looked down at his pup, stroking some hair from his face.

"It is alright if you be a man for a little while?"

He asked the pup, he never force Lean to do anything.

Coilean gave a pleased little purr. A nice hot bath would be great.

Lyo nodded at the question. "Unless you know of a powerful witch, yeah."

If Silt knew of a powerful witch that could resurrect Maks without his body, then he didn't really need to talk to Coilean. He just needed to find a Witch.

Coilean, however, did stretch out his sore body with a grumbling moan. "What do you need a witch for?" His voice was a little hoarse, from lack of use and last night's activity. "I know a couple that excel in different things. If you need medical help, I'd suggest going next door. Our neighbour is steadily improving, for someone so young."

The Necromancer shook his head. "I need a Witch that can resurrect someone." His gaze flickered to Maks again. "Without a body."

That caused Coilean to perk up. He arched a ginger brow and pressed his lips together. "That's quite a request." Coilean wasn't too sure if he knew someone that would willingly do that. "Silt?"

Silt pursed his lips at that request, now that wasn't something people did very often, once the body was gone normally the spirit moved on and at that point there wasn't anything anyone could do to get them back.

He thought about it for a long moment before leaning down to Coilean's ear and muttering something quietly so the others would not hear him, he didn't want to give false hope or put a witch in an awkward position of having to turn people away.

"What about Doc?"

He knew the man had dealings with the coven before and Coilean might know more about him than he did. All he knew was that the man had used his bones in some kind of spell for Dario.

Coilean rolled onto his back when Silt whispered into his ear.

His lips pursed as he stared up at Silt with thoughtfully narrowed silver eyes.

"I don't know him too well. I've only ever met him in passing at the club."

Lyo watched on curiously as the two chatted in hushed tones.

"You know him better," Coilean continued, ignoring the eyes burning into him. "It would be best if you talked to him and see if it was a possibility. You know him far more intimately than I do."

The Lycan gave a teasing little smirk.

Silt chuckled down at Coilean and shook his head.

"I don't know him all that well either, I doubt he would even listen to me if I went to him with this."

Especially since he was just doing a huge favor for him and Liq.

"Oh shit, I nearly forgot..."

Silt's line of thought suddenly weaved and in entirely different direction as he turned to Lyo.

"I have a friend at the club I work at, he knows this witch quite well, from what I've seen they're very close, get in good with him and he might be able to sway the witch.

Go to Zo and ask for Ian, he usually works the day shift so you might be lucky if you try get to him today."

That was about as good as he could do, he hadn't been in italy long enough to know people too well.