(simultaneously, in a low, trembling growl) "The bone of a screaming prophet, buried under a weeping mountain, eaten hot."
"He’s right. We’re not hunting anymore. We’re just… pacing. What’s the point of a hellhound without a chase? My teeth itch."
"Frustrated. I bit a demon accountant yesterday. Didn't even growl back. Just filed a complaint in triplicate." Hellhound Therapy Session -Berz1337-
"...That's surprisingly wholesome. Have you considered a hobby? Knitting with barbed wire? Competitive howling?"
Log Entry: Session #47 | Subject: Cerberus Unit 734 ("Rustjaw") | Location: The Ash-Cross Couch, Sub-Level 7 (simultaneously, in a low, trembling growl) "The bone
"Tried both. Lost the knitting needle in my third stomach. Competitive howling just starts a riot."
"And how does that make you feel ? As a pack unit." What’s the point of a hellhound without a chase
(leans forward, eyes flickering like dying coals) "Then you do what every hound does when the hunt goes cold, Rustjaw. You howl at the moon until the moon howls back. And then? You chase it. "
"You want the real issue, doc? The silence . The Master used to whistle. Used to rattle our chains when we did good. Now he just stares into the Abyss. I think he’s depressed."
"It is. That'll be three brimstone tokens. Next patient is a banshee with imposter syndrome. She thinks her wails aren't 'piercing enough.'"