Look. I get that I wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, but at the same time, to say that there was nothing supernatural in the world and that hellhounds didn't exist seemed insane. Gerald was cutting off his nose to spite his face, and he couldn't see that.
One of the hellhounds, sitting down, stared at the soldier who was trying to electrify everyone to death like he had just found the best show on TV. Cocking his head to the side, he watched for a few minutes before nodding his head.
Coming to his feet, the hellhound let out a soft bark, bringing the soldier's attention to it. When the next lightning strike hit, it seemed to only have eyes for the hound. But instead of dying or at least feeling pain, it was almost like the hound was happy.
"Huh," I muttered softly, watching as the hound seemed to smile, his tongue rolling out of his mouth to the side. The next thing I knew, a massive ball of lightning was forming inside the hound's mouth.
