The dirt started giving way where the symbols had been drawn. At first it was a spinning of dirt and sand, and then it started to fall within itself. The hole it was making was beginning to brighten up, making a fiery pit. A large paw, larger than Charles' head reached up from the pit and then another. Then a large, enormous monster demon hound, much larger than a grizzly bear made its way out of the ground, jaws filled with teeth as big as any of Charles’ fingers and bloody looking drool falling from its mouth. Another one just as big and fierce as the last made its way out of the pit. Both hounds were circling around Charles and snapping at him as they did. Charles unable to run could do nothing but stand there and hope this was not happening; hope this was not what he thought it was. He had led a good life, he was a decent man so why did this not seem like angels were coming for him? Why did it feel like he was being led to the gates of hell itself?
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