T he beast slams into the cage. It stands on its hind legs, shaking the metal bars back and forth. Saliva drips off its fangs as it growls loudly.
His collar beeps as electricity shoots through his body, sending him backwards through the air. His body hits the ground as he convulses.
“When will you ever learn? I saved you, my friend. There is no reason for you to kill me. Not that you would succeed if you tried. You’re lucky I found you when I did. Those hellhounds did quite the number on you.”
The beast shifts from a hellhound to a thin, naked man. His body trembles violently. Quiet sobs and chattering teeth echo off the walls.
“And here you are, repaying my kindness by trying to end my life. It’s your sister’s death you should be planning. She’s the one who left you rotting in Aradon’s dungeon while she saved her little boyfriend instead.
“No bother. You’ll worship me soon enough.” Dante exits the dungeon, dragging his cane over the metal bars.
The End