Meat & Greet
Deep within the confides of her stepfather’s tower, little Regan Gravely slipped behind a large metal door, making sure no one followed or witnessed. She wasn’t allowed back there. She very well knew this from the start. Lu and all the other demons warned her and her sister they were never allowed to go behind that door—not without any supervision or protection by them. But there were friends behind that forbidden door that she wanted to play with.
Entering the forbidden room, the young mortal found herself in a black fog misting an empty environment. The howl of a dog echoed loudly. But Regan recognized is was from no ordinary dog. The fog fadded, unveiling three giant creatures, the infamous hellhounds, surrounding her. Their heads were long and narrow—common in all canines—and triangular ears atop. Their bodies, bigger than a school bus, however, lacked any fur. No skin either. It was rock and brimstone, and clouds of ash and black smoke seeping out of cracks along their bodies. A third stood directly in front of Regan. This one was much like the others yet twice their size. She also had a short muzzle and a star-shaped scar over her left eye. Their pearly white were barred out. Their boiling red eyes glared hungrily at the small girl.
Regan stood still, unafraid. “Hi, friends!” she greeted, smiling as ever.
The monstrous canines panted heavy and their tails wagged wildly—enough to dust a layer of soot off their thin tails—overjoyed their human child companion’s return. Even Big Momma, the scarred alpha of the pack, lapped her sticky tongue along the girl’s body, tickling her.
“Hey, no kisses!” Regan laughed while she pushed their large muzzles away. “Who’s ready for a tea party?”