Thirteen Days of Halloween TFs 2: Day 9 Hellhound

Thirteen Days of Halloween TFs 2: Day 9 Hellhound
* WHY DO YOU RESIST ME? BE A GOOD LITTLE DOG AND ACCEPT YOUR FATE, ACCEPT ME… *
The sickening voice thundered in her head again and she thrashed and howl. She clutched at her necklace, a holy symbol...

Thirteen Days of Halloween TFs 2: Day 9 Hellhound
* WHY DO YOU RESIST ME? BE A GOOD LITTLE DOG AND ACCEPT YOUR FATE, ACCEPT ME… *

The sickening voice thundered in her head again and she thrashed and howl. She clutched at her necklace, a holy symbol of her faith and even though it burned her hand as she held it, the hot white light of it helped her to resist the call. Regardless of her attempts to resist the oppression of the demonic force, her body had begun to succumb to the corruption. hair and spiked protrusions gave her once soft and charming form a bestial look, and her features were slowly becoming more canine the longer this went on.
She had come into the forest on Halloween night to prove a point. It didn’t matter if a forest was supposedly cursed, or if people thought there was a portal to hell somewhere in the woods. As long as you had faith you would be fine. Now as the unseen entity cackled inside of her head she thought of the others who had gone missing, the others who were soon to be her pack mates if she couldn’t contest this demon.

* STRUGGLE ALL YOU LIKE DOG, YOU WILL FALL BEFORE ME AS SO MANY ALREADY HAVE. THE SUN IS SETTING AND YOUR TIME IS NIGH, GIVE IN! *

She almost let out a canine howl as her spine twisted and pushed into a whip like tail that grew heavy spikes at the end. Her nose was completely changed and she could smell the sulfurous odor of brimstone on the wind. Her head throbbed as to massive horns burst free from either side of her head, pushing her nos thin and pointed ear to the top of her head. Suddenly the demon attacked with one last rush of power and she dug her hands into the earth and clenched her jaw. Hair covered most of her body and thick bony spines pierced the length of her back along her spine. The demon shouted obscenities and curses while demanding she obey his will and become on of his hellhounds.

Just as her eyes turned black she managed to assert her will one last time. The talisman at her neck was blindingly bright and she felt the force within her get ripped asunder and it’s ashes blow away on the breeze as it howled in defeat. The howling wind echoed through the woods mournfully and the girl collapsed the the earth with ragged breaths.

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The following day she would awaken to find that while she had bested the demon, faith alone was not enough to remove the corruption that had tainted her form. She was trapped somewhere between a human and one of the hounds of hell. If she was to ever find a way to become human again she would certainly have to pit herself against the forces of evil… 

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