#hellhound da

“my dear district attorney, you may try to push it away like it’s simply nothing, but you know just as well as i do that you and i are very much alike.”

hiding away what we really are, parading around in these masks like performers, watching the world rip away things we know for a fact we were promised, the list goes on and on, dear friend!”

(i can’t figure out how i’d draw it properly yet, but) small fun fact: rainer’s collar acts as a focus point to help them ‘keep their head on’. without it, their head turns into this swirling mass of smoke and fire, in which you can sometimes see dog heads shifting in and out of form.

they’d never let damien see that, though, as they’re afraid he wouldn’t like them or would be afraid of their strange form.

“Rainer, may I ask you something?”

“Shoot.”

“Why do you always wear that collar of yours? I doubt you’d let anybody claim you as their designer hellhound.”

“Haha, You’re right about that. It’s….to help me focus. Focus on keeping my head on, mostly.”

“Really? Why do you need to focus on that?”

“Because it’s a bit difficult to talk to you with a head full of fire and smoke. And….I like talking to you, Dames.”

[text in image reads: “I mean, it’s nothing to brag about, but it is something! She’s a bit old but still plays like a charm.”]

just sayin’ right now, that if i ever stop posting/talking about Rainer for an extended amount of time…

“Really, Damien? Is the champagne glass necessary?”

“Of course! This is a special occasion, and nothing else will do!”

“I’m not really one for big parties, so Damien and I just did a bit of dancing and I beat Mark’s ass at poker! He may say he won, but he’s just in denial, haha.”

“What else, what else…um…w-”

[text in image reads: “I’m going to be honest with you…I’ve never played the sax before!”]

....is that the house demon would’ve been afraid of Rainer.

Assuming that the demon is bound to the house and couldn’t leave until it hitched a ride with Damien and Celine in their new body, thus leaving the DA alone, it would’ve been afraid of Rainer burning it down with the house.

It wouldn’t have been afraid of Mark, simply seeing him as nothing but smoke and manicured claws, nothing but constant bluffing, nothing but a harmless plaything. 

But Rainer, oh it would’ve been afraid of Rainer.

It would’ve been wary of the hound made of angry magma and sharp claws. It would’ve been afraid of the hound made of sparks and ashes. It would’ve been fearful of the hellish hound whose teeth are mercilessly bared against the damned and whose lungs are filled with raging fire.

It would’ve been absolutely terrified of its potential end from the beast who, with one breath, could render the mansion to nothing but ashes.

But it was lucky, lucky because Rainer hesitated to speak. It was lucky because Rainer hesitated to act, unsure if the ‘strange presence was something Mark would simply shake off with time. It was lucky because Rainer hesitated.

It was lucky and Rainer wasn’t.