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“This is why I hate dogs,” Aurora informed me. I could only nod.
We were atop a tree, the ‘puppy’ had chased us all the way there and if Aurora had not helped me up the thing could have torn a leg off or something. The ‘puppy’ was currently barking at the tree, occasionally taking chomps at the trunk, each one bringing the poor plant closer to collapse as smoldering ash was whenever the jaws of the horrible beast touched.
The hellhound was a male; he, no, ‘it’ was almost four weeks old, had only one head, and in height made it to almost my knees. It was a feisty, little menace that would not listen to its summoner or be tamed in any possible way as far as I could see.
It would *almost* be cute if it wasn’t so dangerous. The dog was black and had a long but chubby snout with tiny, stubby legs and a curled tail. Its snarls and growls could almost be comical due to its non-menacing sounds if not for the fact it had vicious, sharp fangs already. If the bites it had taken off the tree were any indication, this thing was very, very dangerous. The fact it was wagging its tail was no reason to trust it.
We had made the ritual correctly, offered a few birds as sacrifices, requested for a particularly young and small hellhound ‘willing to obey’ and even then I summoned a horrifying monster from the deepest depths of Hell itself. Its two, red eyes shone with hatred for all life and especially for Aurora, whom it mostly directed its annoying yaps at.
“This is fine! We’re fine!” Yin dared to say, safely flying around the tree. “He just needs to get used to us!”
“How much longer is it going to stay here??” I asked her again, just to be sure.
“He’s not contracted so for as long as he wants; which will be until it gets hungry. He can’t leave the proximity of the circle and it probably already scared all food away,” Yin explained, not getting tired of answering the same question for the second time.
