Hound of Fire by Jared Bledsoe-sams (that summer book .txt) 📕

/> “In the name of the Kingdom of Man, submit
By the creed of man, remain
With the power granted by the Holy Spirit, obey
By law of H.A.D.I., serve
By thy own will, die”

She let the book go and took a silver cross off of her belt. Quick as lightning she slapped it against his chest. He felt something circle around his neck. Clarise removed her hand from his neck and let him drop
Garmr landed on all for. His body felt numb. The Cross she collared to his neck weighed a ton. He couldn’t hold it up forever. But he simply could not give up.

“Put you head down. If your neck gives out from the strain the weight of the spell it will snap your spinal column. I don’t want my first enslaved demon to die.” She waited a moment then gave the order. At a wave of her hand, the troops accompanying her lowered their guns.
Her legs wobbled for a moment as she leaned down in front of the demon. The enslavement spell had taken a lot of energy from her. With the spell cast all she needed to do was wait. This demon would die or submit. It was only a matter if time.
Clarise gently whispered into Garmr’s ear. “Please submit to me. I do not want to watch a living being die. Even though you are a demon. I can promise you that you will be treated well. If you show yourself to be truly submissive to me I can even take you home with me so you wouldn’t have to sit in a holding pen. You could live a good life as my pet.”
She hoped her gentle smile and tone of voice would be enough to convince the demon to submit. This was her first successful enslavement. Clarise did not want it to go south because the demon refused to submit.
“Just give in. Freedom isn’t worth dying is it? You may exist as a servant of man but you will still live. I promise I will make you comfortable as my loyal minion and pet. Just think of it, through us H.A.D.I. will be able to keep man’s kingdom within mans control. All you need to do is give in.”
“Submit to me. Obey me, forever.” She ran her hand along the sides of his head and snout. Every muscle she could feel seemed tense. The demon stood silent and unmoving. Clarise began to stroke his neck and back to convey a sense that she would be a kind master.
For a demon, it felt like a regular dog to the touch. His fur was soft and warm to the touch. Not at all hot or evil like she had come to expect. Of coarse she could feel the demonic aura it emanated. Yet it was different.
This Hellhound’s demonic aura was undoubtedly demonic. But it did not feel truly evil. Some of the other Hunter Tamers had told her that a demonic aura would make her skin crawl. They had told her that the evil of the demon was expressed through their aura. Yet this demon’s aura did not feel at all evil. It felt devoid of true good or evil, it simply existed.
“Please submit. Don’t throw your life away for foolish pride.” Clarisa placed a kiss between his topmost pair of eyes. For a moment the demons six eyes seemed to roll about in their sockets. Once they stopped, all six eyes stared directly into hers. It felt like those six red eyes looked directly into her soul.
“I should kill you for your arrogance but I like your spunk. So I’ll settle with a show of force instead.” His deep dark voice pleasantly whispered in her ear. At that moment she could feel the strength of its demonic aura grow tenfold.
She meant to stand and step back but instead fell flat on her rear. A dumbfounded stare was the best that she could manage.
Fire consumed the sacred silver cross she placed around his neck. His evil voice filled the air. “Fall forever into Caina. Let only pain and fear exist within you. Forever fall from sacrifice of flesh. Feel your bodies hang from your branches, oh children of Caina. Seventh power seal, Caina, release!”
Air slowly became thicker and darker. Like a smoke that slowly covered and hid everything. It became blacker than night around her and the troops. Absolute darkness surrounded them all.
Clarise looked to her men. They did not answer her. “One of you say something? Captain?”
None of them responded. All of her support troops stared back into the eyes staring at them from the darkness. Not a one blinked.
Slowly the men raised their semi auto compact rifles to their chins. For a minute gunfire rang out. Until every one of the support troops fell to the ground with blood pouring out of the holes in their skulls. Blood covered the ground and quickly began to soggy the backside of her dress. Before Clarisa could get up her eyes saw a different kind in the darkness.
There were six of them. Six evil red eyes looked into hers from the darkness. Eyes she was too proud to fear.
Garmr’s eyes did nothing to ease her apprehension. They looked at and through her at the same time. No anger, no malice. Just a demons’ eyes watching her from the darkness.
Slowly the darkness pushed towards her. It formed a black face behind the six eyes. As it drew close it gained a deep reddish color. From the darkness Garmr’s head came to her. The Hellhound sniffed her from her knees to her chest and up to her lips.
The monster dragged its long, warm, and wet tongue across her lips. Those six evil eyes kept her transfixed on the spot. Clarise was to scared to try to move or look away from the Demon she now found herself at the mercy of.
“I can taste the fear on you little human.” Garmr laughed his deep evil laugh. “Bend over like a bitch and I might just let you carry my spawn within your belly!”
Without realizing it, Clarise gave Garmr a sound smack across his six-eyed canine face.
Instead of biting off her hand, this demon dog laughed. She just knew that it was an honest to goodness laugh.
“Such fire inside you despite your fear.” Garmr gave her a wet and warm lick on the cheek.
The eyes from the darkness all slowly drew closed. Like a fog burned away by the sun, the darkness faded away. Clarise was shocked to find herself back in the real world. All three Troop Carrier Trucks in the same place. Her backups’ bodies lays lifeless were they had fallen.
Garmr looked up and down the intersection they were in. After walking a couple of steps to her right, he looked back to her. Its’ six eyes looked into her own. Though now, instead of looking at her with eyes full of contempt, he now looked at her with eyes of respect. She guessed the Demon was deciding whether to kill her or spare her.
“Clarise was your name wasn’t it?” The Hellhound’s voice sounded as like he was speaking with an equal.
She nodded in reply as her voice refused to leave her throat.
“Well Clarise. You should be proud of the courage that you displayed today. Never let that fire in your heart burn out. Now go with my respect and tell your commanders at H.A.D.I. to never hunt me again. Tell them that next time, I will leave no survivors.”
“O-okay.” She finally managed to force her voice out of her throat. It took a minute but she finally managed to stand. “Thank you for sparing me De… Garmr!” Clarise called out to the Hellhound. The Hellhound nodded to her then continued down the road.
Though Clarise knew the men to be dead she still checked for at least one survivor. Just as she thought, each and every one of the men that formed her backup, had a self-inflicted gunshot through their head. She said a prayer over the freshly dead then gathered all of their H.A.D.I. Cross-Tags. From inside her Troop Transport Truck Clarise could hear a voice speaking over the radio. Before stepping into the truck she recognized the voice as belonging to Father Traland Varugat.
“Clarise! Clarise can you hear me?! Clarise please respond now!”
She took a seat at the COM station near the truck’s cab. A clear fingerprint from the soldier that operated it could still be seen on the speak button. “This is Sister Clarise reporting in.”
“Thank the Lord you’re safe Clarise. How goes the mission child; did you enslave or kill the demon?” The relief in the Father’s voice was obvious, even over the COM.
“No Father. This Hellhound is beyond any kind of being we’ve encountered before. It killed my entire backup unit with one demonic spell. No, more accurately, it made them all kill themselves.” Clarise shuddered with the new memory of events from not even an hour ago.
“A Suicide Matrix Spell?! Clarise, this is of vital importance, describe the spell to me. Tell me everything you saw inside the spell Clarise.”
“Yes Father Varugat.” Clarise did her best to ignore the fear the memory left her as she recalled for the Father. “First Garmr spoke the incantation for the seventh power seal, Caina. After that, the world around the troops and myself got darker and darker until we were in darkness. Darkness so black it appeared to be a void of nothingness within existence. A-a-and then there were eyes in there darkness. Great evil eyes that stared back at them from the darkness without blinking.
I called out to the men but they didn’t respond. It seemed like they couldn’t even hear me. After a minute or two of staring into the eyes, all the men shot themselves. Once all the men were dead the eyes all closed and the demon left.”
“Is that all you have to report Clarise?” She knew the deaths of the men of her backup unit weighed heavily upon the Father.
“No Father. The demon gave me a message for my superiors in H.A.D.I.”
“That is truly odd. What message did this Demon charge you with delivering Clarise?”
“The Demon hound, Garmr said that next time, he will leave no survivors.” Clarise said a silent thank you to her Heavenly Lord for causing the Hellhound to spare her life.
“Hmmm…Did you attempt to enslave this Hellhound?”
“Yes Father Varugat. I placed the Cross of Dominance around his neck. While he broke the spell I do not believe he can remove the Cross himself.”
“Excellent. Now we know we can at least track the Demon.”
“When we move to claim or kill Garmr we must proceed with extreme caution. I believe is capable of release all nine seals of demonic power. Underestimating him would most assuredly be