Edwin had a hard time letting Charles's hand go, and when his hand was empty he had to first them. Only to start wringing them a moment later. Lady Goode and Daphne both walked next to him and he wasn't sure if it was for support or just to have a better look at the happenings inside the circle.
Edwin heard Daphne stifle a shriek with her hand next to him as Charles started to change. He froze, too. The transformation was horrible, every sound was like a little blade into Edwin's chest. And when the creature was standing in front of them in all its glory Edwin felt tears in his wide eyes.
"Well, shit," Lady Goode sighed, crossing her arms.
"I've never seen a Hellhound in person before," Daphne whispered, her voice trembling. And Edwin could understand. The creature in front of them was massive and frightening. And it reeked of Hell. He... reeked of Hell.
"See? That's what you're playing with, detective," Lady Goode commented.
"It's still him," Edwin said in a hollow voice. But he could not hide his shock, nor his fear. They were so close to Hell, so terribly close. It really clicked now and maybe that was the Lady's plan. To let Edwin know, to let Charles know, what he was. "It is still Charles, we... we are best friends."
"Why is it muzzled?" Daphne asked.
"Those are his bonds to his original summoner. Still going strong," the Lady answered. "But there's the other one. That golden little thread, barely there. That's the new one."
Edwin barely listened though. He took a step toward the circle, even if everything in his body told him to run in the other direction. But Charles looked like he was hurting.
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Date: 2024-10-08 08:45 pm (UTC)Edwin heard Daphne stifle a shriek with her hand next to him as Charles started to change. He froze, too. The transformation was horrible, every sound was like a little blade into Edwin's chest. And when the creature was standing in front of them in all its glory Edwin felt tears in his wide eyes.
"Well, shit," Lady Goode sighed, crossing her arms.
"I've never seen a Hellhound in person before," Daphne whispered, her voice trembling. And Edwin could understand. The creature in front of them was massive and frightening. And it reeked of Hell. He... reeked of Hell.
"See? That's what you're playing with, detective," Lady Goode commented.
"It's still him," Edwin said in a hollow voice. But he could not hide his shock, nor his fear. They were so close to Hell, so terribly close. It really clicked now and maybe that was the Lady's plan. To let Edwin know, to let Charles know, what he was. "It is still Charles, we... we are best friends."
"Why is it muzzled?" Daphne asked.
"Those are his bonds to his original summoner. Still going strong," the Lady answered. "But there's the other one. That golden little thread, barely there. That's the new one."
Edwin barely listened though. He took a step toward the circle, even if everything in his body told him to run in the other direction. But Charles looked like he was hurting.