Hilario made it to the house and looked underneath a garden gnome for a spare key. "He really didn't move?," Hilario sighed and let himself in. "Hey, Alex, you home?" He didn't hear an answer and kept looking. He then saw Alex sleep on a chair in the kitchen. He was curled up in his Hellhound form. He shook the Hellhound awake. "Hey, Alex, I need you."
"Hey, do you know what time it is, you f--," He saw an old friend standing there and turned to his human form. "Hilario? I haven't seen you since--" "Since the army, I know. I haven't been around much since then. I've been taking care of our old school." "So, you're headmaster now. I always expected it though." "Yeah, I actually came to ask you about the army. I'm here to call in that favor you owe me. I know you used to be a noble until you were banished from the underworld. I need to get down there. Is there anyway you could get me a pass?" "No, but I have a way," Alex told him," You still can regenerate, right?" "Of course, why?," Hilario looked confused.
"I can give you two hours," Alex said, taking out a knife," And I'm sorry for this ahead of time." Alex tackled Hilario down to the ground and plunged the knife though his heart. He kept it there so he could stay dead for awhile. After two hours, if he hasn't done what he needs to do, Alex would still remove the knife. "There's your favor old friend," he sighed and waited it out.
((Would that work? I'm not sure.))