After Carnavont and the others left with the clients Typhus got up from the reception desk, heading over to the armory and selecting a hand gun from the practice range. After setting up some targets, he practiced his stance and grip, recalling the advice that Carnavont and Xera gave him about using firearms properly. He double checked to make sure the safety was off before trying to fire at the target, the first shot going somewhat off and just hitting the far edge of the paper the target was on. He tried again, only to miss once more. He sighed a bit; he wasn't well versed with guns or weapons like the others, but he wanted to help out more and be of more use, it was the least he could do for Carnavont after what the older hellhound had done for him.

He wasn't hard on himself though, unlike the others he was not accustomed to the use of weapons or fighting, more so serving and pleasing. It was only fairly recently that he had expressed interest in being of more use and the others giving him some lessons and pointers. While Carnavont and Xera helped him learn how to use guns, Zever and Destra gave him pointers on more hand to hand combat. The fact that they didn't think twice about him wanting to be more involved, but happily offered to help him was something he could never truly repay. Because of that that, he practiced as often as he could as long as he could.

It was a long process though, he wasn't quite built like the others, but he wanted to get there, to be able to help if he was ever needed and never be a liability. He looked at his robotic arm, an ever present reminder along with his scars and whited out eye of his weakness and what he went through because of it. He sighed once more, practicing some more with the firearm before switching to some practice melee weapons. After some time passed he put everything back to where they were stored, doing away with the practice target, "Slow and steady Typhus, you can't rush things, you'll get there with proper practice just like everyone else." he said to himself, repeating what the others had said.

Typhus walked out of the practice range, making sure to lock up the office before heading out. He was getting somewhat hungry, plus he wanted to do a bit of shopping. There was some new mew CDs he wanted to get and see if there was anything new at Stylish Occult that he could get. It was among some of the few luxuries he let himself have, that and going to the occasional concert. The whole idea of being able to have luxuries for himself was still quite the new concept for him still, especially having a place to call his own. It was yet another thing that he was truly grateful to Carnavont for, being able to live for himself.

Typhus headed down to the lobby, heading out of the building and starting to walk. He liked walking, it was pleasant, being able to just take in the surroundings without going too fast. He wasn't against owning a vehicle, or using the portal spell that Carnavont had everyone memorize, he just appreciated the simple things that he now had. Maybe one day he could have his own car, maybe even a motorcycle, but until then...he'd enjoy walking and portaling to work.

He made his way through town, taking in the sights as he usually did. Sure hell wasn't overly great, it wouldn't be called hell if it was paradise, but it was home and to the natural born like him it was beautiful in it's own way. Still, he could go without the looks some demons would give, those of the greater variety and those who were of wealth, but there wasn't anything he could really do about it, not that Carnavont didn't want to make him want to try from how he talked. It was why he so eagerly accepted wanting to work at HOUND when Carnavont and his backer, Camazotz, showed up one day at his former master's estate. He saw something in his boss, a confidence and hope for better that made him dare to believe that he could have a normal life and never again be looked down upon like an object.

After looking at some restaurants, Typhus settled on just getting a sandwich, partly because it was what he had a taste for, and partly to save for buying some music and anything he might find at Stylish Occult. He took his time eating, not wanting to rush since he had the rest of the day, it was still around noon and he didn't want to end up having nothing else to do and be bored. When Typhus finished eating he went on his way to one of a few music stores he thought about going to, perusing their selection of music as he did. He wasn't too picky, enjoying a variety of music in hell including musicians like Verosika...much to Carnavont's slight displeasure, though he never discouraged Typhus from listening. He browsed their selection, looking over a few from various genres before deciding to head on after not really finding anything he really wanted, deciding to head on to Stylish Occult before looking at any more music.

When he got to the store he started to browse, looking at the various outfits they had on display. They also had some merchandise that was made specifically in pride, little nick knacks and collectibles along with a decent music selection along with very...odd taxidermy. He didn't quite get the purpose of them, or why they had to be made so...weirdly, but it seemed to fit the store and they were at least eye catching enough to be interesting, finding them somewhat cool in their own way. For right now though he focused on clothes, picking out at least an outfit or two before heading to look at the music in case they had anything new. He looked through the various CDs, focused on what they had and not much else as he spotted one particular CD from a band, reaching out to check it out only for his hand to bump into someoneelse's.

"Oh, sorry." he said along with the other demon, turning to his head only to see that it was Octavia. He blinked, quickly remembering she was Stolas' daughter and the years of ingrained, or beaten into rather, training kicking in. He quickly bowed to her in submissive respect. "Oh, Octavia, hi...sorry, again." a slight blush forming on his cheeks.

Octavia blinked, looking at him oddly, clearly not really caring for others bowing to her. Her father hadn't really cared too much if others had bowed, at least recently… though he still kind of cared. They still did it of course, he just never stopped them from doing so, but he never went out of his way too much if someone forgot to. Her mother on the other hand...she definitely made sure that those under them knew to bow and told Octavia constantly that it was the proper way of things. She herself was still unsure if she was fully comfortable with such a form of formality.

"No, really...it's fine." Octavia assured. "And uh...no need to bow...not really big on that like my parents….Typhus, right?"

Typhus blinked as he stood upright, tail wagging ever so faintly. "Yea...funny running into you here."

"I come here from time to time, they have a pretty nice selection of stuff, not to mention the taxidermy, even if it is weird." Octavia explained.

"It is weird..." Typhus agreed.

"But also kinda cool in it's own weird way." Octavia commented.

"Yeah." Typhus admitted.

"Is Carnavont with you?" she asked.

"No, he and the others are out on a mission guarding someone's daughters. It was going to be an all day thing so he gave me the day off." Typhus explained as he kept a somewhat submissive demeanor, something he was taught to do and was an old habit.

Octavia picked up on his more submissive posture, it was definitely something she couldn't not notice after seeing him the other day when he was with Carnavont. It seemed like after he learned who her dad was he started acting like...like one of the servants at her parent's or grandparent's palace. It couldn't be something HOUND regularly did, at least to this degree. Because if it was, both he and Carnavont would have bowed and had similar posture shifts the moment they found out. No...this seemed more ingrained, definitely like the long term servants she had seen. Was he a servant prior to working for HOUND? Then there were his scars and the whited out eye; she hadn't noticed them before, but now that she got a closer look...it made her wonder.

Octavia offered him a friendly smile, trying to make him feel more comfortable and at ease. "Well that was nice of him." She commented. "He seems like a pretty good guy."

"He is." Typhus said with a smile.

Octavia smiled some more as she changed subjects back to the CD. "Do you like this band too?" she asked.

"Oh, not sure. I haven't actually listened to their music before." Typhus replied as he looked at the CD again. "They seem interesting though.

"They're pretty good, you should give them a try." Octavia suggested.

Typhus smiled slightly. "Alright, think I will. But if you were going to get it I can hold off and get it somewhere else." he offered.

"It's fine, I don't mind." Octavia insisted.

"You sure?" Typhus asked.

"I honestly don't mind as I was going to another store after this and they'll probably have it." Octavia assured him.

Typhus blinked. "If you really don't mind…"

Octavia smiled warmly. "I don't."

"Thanks…" Typhus said as he took the CD.

"Say, if you're going to another music store maybe I can tag along, give you some suggestions." Octavia offered.

Typhus' tail started to wag a bit. "I'd like that...don't really hang out with many others…" He quickly realized what he said, panicking slightly. "Not that I don't have friends or anything, I have Carnavont and the others in HOUND...I mean…Not that-"

Octavia giggled slightly. "It's fine, I kinda get it. You don't really have the opportunity to have any…" she said somewhat knowingly.

"Yeah…" Typhus admitted somewhat bashfully.

"Ah, Via, there you are my little owlette, are you about ready to go?" Came Stolas' voice as the older Goetia walked up to them.

Again Typhus seemed to slip back into a subservient mindset, immediately bowing and making himself appear as lesser compared to Stolas as he could. "Prince Stolas, sir." he said in a very formal and still quite subservient greeting.

Stolas blinked at the greeting, sure he was used to people automatically bowing to him, hell he was more used to it than anything. Normally he wouldn't pay it too much mind, but something about how the hellhound greeted him seemed...off, like it wasn't just out of respect. No, this was something else as well...he got the sense that there was a fear to it, a feeling of...not being of any value or worth at all, of potential fear of reprisal. He hadn't seen such a means of being greeted before, the closest being when he'd visit Stella at her family's estate. Though even by those measures this seemed...a bit much for a servant, something that could only be ingrained through...very harsh means.

Stolas offered as warm a smile as he could, "It is alright, you don't need to bow, I am merely here to spend some time with my daughter. Via, this a friend of yours?" he asked as he looked to Octavia, though he did note Typhus relaxing as he stood more upright.

"Yeah." Octavia replied. "This is Typhus, he helped Loona find me along with Carnavont." she explained.

"Did he now? What a nice and helpful hellhound." Stolas commented, trying to make Typhus feel more comfortable.

Octavia blinked. "Oh, Carnavont's-"

"The owner of HOUND, and dating Blitzo's daughter…" Stolas said knowingly as Octavia started to explain, much to his daughter and Typhus' surprise. "Do you work for him?"

Typhus blinked, looking at Stolas. "You've...heard of us sir?" He asked with slight surprise. Sure they had been making quite the name for themselves, but he didn't expect Stolas, one of THE highest ranking of the Ars Goetias to know of them already.

Stolas smiled a bit more. "I have, though not quite in the way you might think. Let's just say...I found out second hand from a possible mutual acquaintance through IMP that isn't Loona or Blitz."

"Ah." Typhus commented.

"I must say, I like the uniform, do all members wear it? I'm assuming that's a work uniform…" Stolas inquired.

"It is sir." Typhus replied. "Carnavont's idea, figured us having a standard uniform would help us not only be closer as a team, but help us look more professional."

Stolas nodded. "And so it does, I'm rather impressed. Tell me, what is it that you do for HOUND?"

"I'm the receptionist sir." Typhus responded. "Though I'm working to become a more active member."

"I see...you seem quite dedicated to Carnavont and his company." Stolas mused.

"I owe him a lot sir, and he's been very good to me, the whole team has, it's the least I can do. He even gave me the day off while they're on an all day assignment." Typhus informed.

"Well that was very kind of him, he sounds like a very good boss." Octavia remarked.

"The best sir." Typhus replied.

Stolas nodded, from what he was hearing of Carnavont, he seemed like someone to keep an eye on to see where he might go. The fact it was so very rare for an imp to start up a business, practically unheard of in terms of what Blitz was trying to do; that for a hellhound to even be doing the same, and doing well at it, well, it just made him all the more impressed and intrigued from what he was hearing.

"Well then perhaps I should meet him one day, see what he's like for myself." Stolas commented before looking at Octavia. "Are you ready to go owlette?"

"Actually dad...I was thinking of hanging out with Typhus a little if that's alright, show him some music to listen to." Octavia asked.

"Hmm...I suppose it wouldn't hurt, he's quite well mannered and if he and his boss helped Blitz's daughter find you when they didn't have to, I think that shows to his character. Very well, but just be sure to meet back up with me in a bit OK?"

Octavia smiled as she nodded. Sure dad."

"Good, have fun then my little owlette." Stolas said before the two started to head out. "Oh, and...Typhus was it?"

"Yes sir?" Typhus asked as he looked at Stolas.

"Make sure to keep my little owlette safe, there are always someone wanting our money...and our bodies." Stolas requested.

"Dad!" Octavia exclaimed as she blushed.

"...Yes sir…" Typhus said with a nod.

"Good, toodaloo!" Stolas bid farewell to the two.

The two headed out of the store after paying for some stuff they had, Octavia pulling her beanie over her face out of embarrassment from what her dad had told Typhus. She couldn't believe he said that, at least no one else was around at the time to hear him. She honestly could not believe her dad at times, how he seemed to not really care what he said in some situations, at least her mother knew what was appropriate and what wasn't. Though back when their family wasn't...a wreck, she could remember Stella sometimes enjoying Stolas' candor.

She let out an exasperated sigh/ "God he can be so embarrassing. Sometimes I just want to die."

"He seems pretty nice though." Typhus commented as they walked.

"Yeah, he can be. I can't remember a time where he intentionally wasn't there for me." Octavia admitted. "But ever since this whole mess he started things just...went to shit. Well, more shit considering they seemed to have just stopped...wanting to be a family over time."

Typhus blinked as he looked at Octavia. "It must be pretty hard...Though I'm sure they're just doing their best…"

"I don't know, sometimes I feel like...like they forget about me, that they're more focused on the things going on between them. Sure my dad does the best he can, and has been." Octavia said. "And my mother...we're not on bad terms, she tries to a degree, but she always seemed a bit too busy and recently too focused on hating my dad." She blinked. "Oh...sorry, didn't mean to dump this shit on you."

"No! It's fine!" Typhus assured with a smile. "It's good to have someone to talk to about things that's bothering you. I should know...Carnavont and the others have helped me a lot…"

"I suppose you're right, I've never really had anyone to just...vent to." Octavia admitted before looking at Typhus, taking note again of his scars and mechanical arm. "How did you…" she trailed off, not quite sure how to ask.

Typhus looked at her. "Oh, the arm?" he asked as he slightly lifted it.

"And the scars...if you don't mind." Octavia inquired.

Typhus smiled slightly. "I don't mind. They're from...when I was owned." he explained. "My former owner was...hard on those beneath them...to say the least. They found the best way to get pets or servants to remember their place and how to act was through...physical reminders, though they also did it for fun. The arm...was for nothing more than because they could and thought it'd be not just amusing...but something to brag about having, a unique one of a kind hellhound." he solemnly explained.

"Fuck…" Octavia said as she looked at Typhus in sympathetic shock. "Does...it hurt?"

"Not really, no." Typhus answered. "The pain from both the scars and arm stopped over time but was worse during the procedure."

octavia blinked in shock. "Wait...you weren't even…"

"My owner was...a piece of work." Typhus confided.

"Fucking hell…" Octavia said as she looked at Thyphus in disbelief. "How long were you….?"

"Since adolescence, not a day goes by I'm grateful that Carnavont got me out of there." Typhus answered.

Octavia felt her heart sink, the realization of the kind of hell Typhus went through hitting her like a brick wall. For someone who had been through so much, it made all the more sense why he greeted her and her father the way he did. It was a deeply rooted instinct that was literally beat into him, one she doubt would go away any time soon when it came to him coming across any kind of nobility. She had seen similar once, when visiting her mother's parents, beaten into submission in every way, it made her skin crawl. And yet here he was, functional and not letting what happened break him.

In that moment he seemed so much stronger because of that, despite his meek demeanor. He seemed pretty happy, something she was now sure Carnavont, and the others Typhus worked with, had a hand in making sure of. And while she couldn't relate in terms of what he went through, she could relate to the awkwardness of not really having much in terms of socializing or making friends, and at least in a slight way...going through something that on some level was hard...even if to not the same degree.

"It's amazing you know…" Octavia said as they walked. "That you aren't…"

"A complete and utter broken wreck?" Typhus asked.

"Yeah…" Octavia answered.

"I had grown numb over the years...just feeling like there was nothing...I was nothing, that maybe I was where I deserved to be and was getting just that." Typhus admitted. "It wasn't until Carnavont showed up that I dared to hope...to dream. After he got me away he did everything he could to make sure I got out of where I was mentally."

Octavia nodded. "You're stronger than most, especially to get to where you are now after all that…and lucky to have someone like him as a friend."

Typhus couldn't help blushing a bit. "Thanks. And yeah, I am. He really wants to try and improve our standing in hell, get us to where we're no longer just...living property."

Octavia blinked, living property? She never really thought of hellhounds as such...at least not consciously. They were always just...hellhounds. But then again, she never did see them as anything other than security for those with money or nobles. Actually, not just security, but pets as well. They never really seemed unhappy, but then again...she never really thought to ask or just thought that they were content with things...maybe they were just too used to it to complain. But then again, they were just as sentient as an imp or succubi...so why were they considered the lowest in their society?

"Hey.." Typhus said, pulling Octavia out of her thoughts.

"Yeah?" Octavia asked.

"Want to get something sweet before we get to the store? My treat." Typhus offered.

Octavia blinked. "Sure...but I have money to pay for mine."

Typhus smiled. "I'd still like to, not because of...well, knowing your status or anything, but because I just want to do something nice for you."

Octavia blinked once more, she hadn't expected anyone to just be nice to her for the sake of it. There really weren't that many instances of someone that wasn't her father or, back when they were a happier family, her mother being nice to her. Sure she had some friends to an extent when she was younger, but they were arranged play dates...she always felt they were expected to be nice to her or were just being so for some other purpose. There might have been some, but she did still wonder.

The fact that Typhus, someone who was lower in the caste system still acted no different to her, like Loona did when she, along with Carnavont and Typhus himself found her meant something. Sure he initially greeted her like a subject of her family's just now, but that was understandable after hearing what he went through. He had gone right back to treating her like just an ordinary girl after she told him he didn't have to. It was kinda sweet, the fact he was not just being respectful, but considerate and nice.

"Alright…" Octavia agreed.

The two quickly stopped by a stand, picking up some ice cream before heading off to the closest music store. When they got there, Typhus got the door for her, insisting out of politeness and nothing else. Octavia agreed, still finding the fact that someone was just genuinely being nice to her rather new to a degree. They browsed the store, looking through various genres, though Octavia stuck more to the goth themed music. As they browsed, each found a CD or two they were interested in, convinced the other about some others, and bought what they decided on before heading out.

Once again, Typhus got the door for her out of politeness. Which she wasn't against, just something she was getting used to. They visited a few more stores, picking out some more music as well as a nick knack or two and some drinks before deciding to head to where Stolas had told Octavia to meet up with him. Octavia had to admit, hanging out with Typhus was pretty fun, and not just because it wasn't her dad. He was, as had been shown, just genuinely sweet and kind. She blinked as she felt her cheeks start to ever so slightly warm, shaking her head to quickly compose herself.

As the two approached where Stolas had said to meet up, they saw him waiting patiently, the older owl smiling as he saw them approach. "Ah, there's my little owlette. Looks like you had fun, given the extra things you have." He chuckled.

"Yeah, dad, I did." Octavia said with a smile.

"That's good." Stolas smiled. "Thank you for spending time with my Via, I can't quite recall the last time I saw her just spending time with someone." He said as he turned his attention to Typhus.

"It's no problem sir, Octavia's…" He paused ever so slightly. "A cool girl." he finished, a bit nervous about saying nice or anything else like cute, something that caused Stolas to arch a brow ever so slightly for a brief second but pay no real mind to.

"She is pretty cool...isn't she?" Stolas smiled. "She's my little starlight."

"Daaaaad." Octavia said in embarrassment.

"Well you are." Stolas smiled.

Octavia blushed, feeling more embarrassed, something that made Stolas chuckle. She then looked at Typhus after composing herself. "You're pretty cool yourself." She said with a smile. "Want to trade numbers so we can text? I wouldn't mind hanging out again."

Typhus fought off a blush, though his tail started to wag. "Sure!" He said as he tried to keep composed and not seem too excited, exchanging numbers with her quickly.

Stolas couldn't help but smile some more at the sight of his daughter making a friend. "It's good to see you making a friend Via, are you ready to go?"

"Yes dad." Octavia answered after saving Typhus' contact info.

"Alright, but before we go...Typhus, a moment if you would be so kind." Stolas said as he looked to the hellhound.

"Dad, you're not going to threaten him or anything are you?" Octavia asked suspiciously with some annoyance.

"What?! Of course not!" Stolas quickly answered, as he raised his hands in slight defensive panic. "I just had a question for him that might be of a sensitive nature." he explained.

Octavia arched her brow at him. "Sensitive how?"

"In regards to his boss and their business…" Stolas answered. "I'm curious about something and it might be something of a sensitive nature in regards to them."

"And not threatening him?" Octavia inquired.

"Honest!" Stolas assured.

Octavia relaxed a bit. "...alright."

Typhus just blinked as he watched them before nodding at Stolas. "Alright." He agreed as he then followed Stolas somewhere less populated not too far from Octavia.

"I am curious about something...how did Carnavont start his business? It's hard enough for an imp to start a one, let alone a hellhound." Stolas inquired. "If that is something that you're able to answer that is. If it's highly confidential, I promise not to tell a soul. I'm not exactly supposed to be helping IMP after all. But if no one's supposed to know I understand, I'm just really curious after helping Blitz keep an eye on Loona when she went out with Carnavont...at the request of one of his employees."

Typhus hesitated a moment, unsure what to say. On the one hand, Camazotz was there when Carnavont freed him from his service AND when they got their office. But on the other, he had heard from the others when she visited them outside the office after certain particular missions, it'd be through shadows or some other means. After a bit of thought, he settled on it being because she didn't want to be seen in certain not well off areas.

After a good few minutes Typhus spoke. "I...guess since you're of nobility you can know…and because you're helping a similar business." He said before motioning motioning for Stolas to get closer, which he did. "Our backer, is Camazotz."

Stolas' eyes went wide as he heard the name, both in shock and some slight fear. That, that was not the name he would have expected to hear. He knew Camazotz well from the occasional get together of the Ars Goetias, though she rarely did much in terms of business with them outside of that, much like Asmodeus who was often too concerned with his own ring and rule. The memory of her killing one of their own in such a sadistic fashion the day he had first met Stella still haunted him...burned forever into his memory. Not even his father, for all his power, ever really tested his luck that much with her, if at all, like she was even above him.

Despite that though, she was always cordial. He also knew her well enough to know that while she did stick to the traditional mind set and formalities, she was also known to do as she pleased and not overly care for how things were set up in Hell, but seemed to care enough. She was as unpredictable as the very force she was in charge of. Still, if she truly was helping Carnavont and HOUND...perhaps she was kinder than he thought, or it was just for her amusement. Either way, it was a shock for sure.

Stolas quickly composed himself. "I see...that is...interesting to say the least." He said before clearing his throat. "Well then, thank you for answering. Rest assured I'll keep it secret as promised."

Typhus nodded. "You're welcome.'

The two walked back over to Octavia, who was just looking at her phone. She had watched them walk off at first, but when she saw that her father was indeed just talking and asking Typhus something with no signs of intimidation, she started looking at her phone, not really too curious about what her dad might've asked. After all, he had said it was in regards to the business Carnavont ran, it was probably just if he could learn more about them or something.

"Alright, let's be off my little owlette." Stolas said with a smile. "It was nice meeting you Typhus, and thank you again for spending time with my Via and answering my question."

"No problem." Typhus replied.

"See you around Typhus, hopefully we can hang out soon." Octavia said with a smile as her dad opened a portal to their house. "I'll text you."

"Look forward to it!" Typhus said with a smile, tail wagging once more.

With that, Octavia and her dad went through the portal back to their house, Octavia finding herself ever so slightly blushing again from just how nice Typhus was. She quickly composed herself though before her dad could notice, not wanting to deal with anything he might do. Besides, it wasn't like she liked him...right? Sure he was nice and all, but surely it was just because she wasn't used to being around many boys...no thanks to her father.

After Octavia and her dad left, Typhus walked to a slightly less busy area, still smiling and tail wagging as he opened up a portal to his place. It had been quite the eventful day so far and he decided to spend the rest of it at home. As he was stepping through it he wondered how Carnavont and the others were doing on the assignment. Though those thoughts then turned to the fact he had just exchanged numbers with Octavia, the first friend he ever made outside of HOUND and someone he couldn't help but find...cute. He smiled, hoping that this was just the start of having the kind of life he never thought he would have.