Roman
The hellhound stood before me, teeth bared, sharp and a creamy white. Tall as a great dane. Fur like a saint bernard. Dark yellow eyes. Ready to rip someone a new one. That someone would not be me, rather an angel. Not my angel, though. I spoke after having a damn staring contest with the hound. "What should I name you? You look like a... Drekavac. 'S slavic, you like it?" She growled and lowered her head. She sniffed me, taking in my scent so if I was lost, she could locate me. "You're about to meet an angel, Drekavac. Be nice to her. She isn't like the other angels," I said to the hellhound. She seemed to understand.

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"Angel, this is Drekavac," I said to Ana. Ana is an angel who never had any experience with great dane sized, fluffy, saint bernard looking hellhound. Drekavac sniffed Ana, who looked horrified. We were in an empty car park, so there was no risk of being seen.

Ana laughed nervously. "Heh, lovely. Where did it come from and why do you have it, Roman? Not even demon girls have a steady supply of hellhounds," Ana asked. I blanked.

"Beelzebub liked my work, so I was rewarded."
"Roman-"
"Hush, I didn't ask for Drekavac. I accepted it though."

Ana rubbed the bridge of her nose in between her thumb and finger, and sighed. "Love, I- I- I don't know why Beelzebub had a hellhound. They're the lord of the flies. B-but alright," She stuttered.

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Ana

She has a hellhound.
Roman has a hellhound.
She named it Drekavac.
This is fine, right?

"Wanna get lunch? Angel? Angel!" Roman screamed, waking me from my thoughts. I flinched.

"Yes, what's wrong?" I asked, mildly in shock. I looked down and Drekavac was now a normal Saint Bernard.

Roman spoke again, drawing my attention back to her. "I said would you like to get lunch, angel?" She repeated.

I nodded. "Lead the way, Roman," I suggested. She took my hand and rushed forward, leaving the car park behind.