-berz1337- - Hellhound Therapy Session

(scribbling on a flaming clipboard) "So the core issue is a lack of purpose and an absent authority figure. Let’s try an exercise. I want each of you to finish this sentence: When I hear the word 'home,' I think of…'

"Scared." (Gnash and Vex both snap their jaws toward Howl) "What? I said it. I'm scared. If the Master loses his fire… do we just… fade? Turn into stray metaphors for bad decisions?"

(simultaneously, in a low, trembling growl) "The bone of a screaming prophet, buried under a weeping mountain, eaten hot." Hellhound Therapy Session -Berz1337-

"Frustrated. I bit a demon accountant yesterday. Didn't even growl back. Just filed a complaint in triplicate."

"It is. That'll be three brimstone tokens. Next patient is a banshee with imposter syndrome. She thinks her wails aren't 'piercing enough.'" (scribbling on a flaming clipboard) "So the core

"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."

(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. " I said it

[End of log. Chains rattle. A distant, lonely howl echoes through the underworld.]