Therapy Session -berz1337- — Hellhound

"Hungry. Not the good kind. The empty kennel for a millennium kind. He hasn't thrown us a sinner since Tuesday."

"It is. That'll be three brimstone tokens. Next patient is a banshee with imposter syndrome. She thinks her wails aren't 'piercing enough.'"

"And if that doesn't work?"

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

"Tried both. Lost the knitting needle in my third stomach. Competitive howling just starts a riot." Hellhound Therapy Session -Berz1337-

(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. "

"You want the real issue, doc? The silence . The Master used to whistle. Used to rattle our chains when we did good. Now he just stares into the Abyss. I think he’s depressed." "Hungry

(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…'

"Alright, Rustjaw. Let’s begin. On a scale from ‘smoldering ember’ to ‘total soul-meltdown,’ how are you feeling today?" He hasn't thrown us a sinner since Tuesday