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The summoning of the hellhound went great. I didn’t need to draw a circle to call it anymore; I had power over him due to its lack of truename and our multiple encounters. I gave the chant and it came, magical energies left my body and drained me, and in fire, the beast appeared.
There was no cage, just a small, black, charred dog with red eyes and a defiant snarl. I showed it the meat, it acquiesced. I threw him the bloody parts of the lamb, little by little; and the small thing devoured more than its body-weight in seconds; everything it ate was charred as when its mouth closed on the chunks of flesh, they would burst into flames.
The dog allowed me to get closer than ever before growing in warning; a little more and I would be able to touch it.
“Are you ready to let me name you? You can’t even eat in your world until I give you a name, you know? Anyone who is around there will become your Master and do whatever they want with you. Aren’t you tired to be always hiding, hungry?” I always spoke in demonic to it.
It allowed me to give another step, just another step. It had its tail between its legs, and maybe it was thinking over what I was saying to it with its tiny brain. I could see that it wanted out, and I allowed it.
“Fine, you’re permitted to leave,” I conceded. “You’re de-summoned. Go back,” it disappeared in a puff of fire and smoke, to be hopefully called the day after tomorrow, this Sunday. I had a good feeling about then; just so long as the puppy could keep hiding from anyone that could take it away from me.
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