H E L L H O U N D
From The Pits of Hell, I welcome one who will join Me in timelessness, an evocation from small Draclinghood, wherein I took a doberman as demonic familiar. I would walk him around the neighborhood, receiving staring eyes and comments like "It's the Omen!" "Hey Damien!" and "There goes Rosemary's Baby!" All of which was well pleasing, considering I had seen the films, and could relate to them all quite well. Transformation of one has yielded rebirth from another.
Pazuzu, Humwawa did course as a veritable misty dustcloud, slowly rotating, moving through hidden channels, enveloping sacrifice with ruinous malediction, and black waters ran thickly, wherein Beelzebub was heard and felt. ∞
[References: Urilia Text; Necronomicon].