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– It’s nice to meet you too,… Dog. [ Lucifer reached out with a darkened hand to pat at the hellhound’s head in a gentle pat or two before bringing his arm away. He’s not scared, but he’s definitely not calm about the situation either; will play along with it for now. ] What brings you to my little piece of Hell.
The hound wags its tail with delight, head leaning into the short patting session. Maybe this IS a nice demon! Oh boy! “Wuff!” Lee attempts to give the father of all lies a slobbery kiss, clinking his old, misshapen, rusty, name tagged collar just a bit.
With nearly eight feet at the withers, weight around 3000 pounds, and its own arsenal of supernatural endurance, literal fire power, and raw physical strength, this pup’s here because there really isn’t that much stopping it... not even reason in its head to tell it NOT to come here...









