Tuktu Weir There's a hole in the world like a great black pit

intimidation seemed to be the way that the other brute was playing it. the ghoul watched as he rose from his position and straightened himself out to create a formidable shape. nothing registered with the hell hound as being a threat. he did not see a reason to fear when he knew that he belonged to the devil, and was urged to follow his bidding. all things that bared their fangs were merely a test. this was no different. the reaper swayed slightly and drew his skull upward. his lip curled to reveal a pointed and deeply yellowed canine. the growl from the back of his throat was like an old man’s final breath; strangled and hollow.