Part I

The air chills around you, followed by ear piercing wails. You whirl around and see the most gruelsome but yet highly powerful servant to the demons. Blood, holes and bones cover his red and black body. A pair of dark translucent wings sprout from his back, covered in the grime and pain of the fiery lands below. His neck is slit, but above it lies a chain leash collar. However the chain is broken, and looks rather ancient. You wonder if this demonic beast was once a housepet before your eyes get a last glimpse of his face. Three sets of powerful and deadly teeth form in an everlasting snarl as you begin to sweat. A bone imprint above the teeth is all that is left of a nose, and you highly doubt he needs much scent in his line of work. A lone eyeball hangs limply from the left socket which are now home to two angry flames that seem to burn a hole right through you. Muscle fibers form a crest that separates two shiny and sharp horns, angled towards you in a threatening way. You only have time to scream and close your eyes before the earpiercing wail of trapped souls envelopes you and he rips into you, snagging your soul for the underworld.


Part II

Scar was born into this world doomed for a fate even destiny cringed at. His life started out with a much bigger twist than how it ended up. He lived with his owners as a watchdog until his fate was to be fulfilled. They were a wealthy couple, expecting their first child when they agreed an extra bit of protection was needed. So at just 8 weeks old they brought him home. He was gorgeous; a natural red coat with various brown markings and big brown heartmelting eyes. The only weird thing was the bit of scarring just above his forelegs and right on his neck, but they paid it no mind. He was housebroken in a matter of weeks, chewing on just his toys followed suit. He was taught basic commands like \"sit\", \"stay\", \"lay down\" and loved fiercely by the happy couple. Their child, a cute little boy with a mop of curly brown hair, was born just 3 months after Scar himself had arrived. He did as he was told, forced to stay away from the baby until he could be trusted. During that time of forced keep away he was learning what it meant to be a guardian, despite his incredibly young age. He contained his energizer bunny energy and put it to use learning everything he was taught with impeccable speed. By this time he had reached nearly two years in age, and was finally introduced to the child. They connected instantly and Scar never left his side. The child grew from toddler into middle aged child, and finally to pre-teen. That\'s when fate clicked into effect and Scar\'s happy, content life was to be ripped from him. He was now an elderly dog, but still took his role as guardian as serious as could be. He had been playing with the boy, a game known as fetch, when they came. Big demon dogs of various breeds, that looked just as he does now, decended upon the homeland as if they were just a flock of birds. They charged up the driveway until they had fully surrounded Scar and his boy. They spoke to him in dog tongue saying that the people of this house had made a deal with the devil many years prior and now it was time to pay up with the soul of the human boy. He refused to let his boy be taken from him in such a manner, so he offered his own soul up. The dogs laughed at him; deep, harsh laughes that reverberated throughout the area. They said they could not take his soul because it did not possess evil like those of humans. Then they got the idea of turning Scar into a demonic hellhound as they were. He didn\'t wait another second, before they changed their minds he offered himself in place of the boy to become a dutiful servant of the devil. They broke the circle and watched the boy flee, then they turned and attacked Scar. They killed him quickly, and brought him back as the evil thing he is now. He has never gone back on his promise, and works as though good has never existed in his heart. Though time and time again he\'ll fly by his old homeland and watch his boy, now a man, play with his kids. Watching them, protecting them from other hellhounds, but yet they should never know.