Chapter 2385 Spell, Crook And Handle:>33
- I didn't hear all of what transpired but it definitely escalated. I held back my giggle as I continued tracking whatever was responsible for the athlete's attack. The trail became clearer as I neared a laundry chute. Did they still use these things? I glanced around before opening the chute. I peered down and the path was bright and strong. I sniffed the air and wrinkled my nose at the powerful scent of sulfur. Damn it that was my first strong clue that something demonic was at work. I made my way to the service elevator and changed my form to accommodate the situation. I stepped out on the ground floor in a hotel uniform and got a glimpse of the beastie.
- "Aw crap it's a barghest," I said as I entered the kitchen.
- These hell hounds are built for combat and are the underworld's dogs of war. They are heavily armored, pretty damn quick and carry a deadly neurotoxin in their bite as well as their claws. They have four eyes that allow them to peer into the astral as well as mundane spectrum. They are bred to kill and possessed neither compassion nor morality. They are perfect killing machines. They are typically summoned familiars of dark wizards. However, on rare occasions they can make their way to earth via conjunctions or weird magical instabilities.