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“Are you familiar with Hellhounds, detective Santori,” Providence asked as they made their way out of Wicker Hill Cemetery.
Octavia nodded, “My father told me of a case he had once in Meriden, Connecticut. A local farmer’s cattle were being killed and mutilated, their remains left scorched. After three nights of staying up late to keep watch, the farmer caught sight of it. A doglike creature the size of a bear with burning eyes. My father managed to trap it and exorcise it back to which hell it spawned from.”
Providence nodded as Santori recounted her father’s story “The appearance and descriptions of Hellhounds are as varied as the different places they manifest in. But one thing they have in common is their ethereal forms and capacity for fire. However, there is also one element they share that makes me second guess whether what we are dealing with is truly a Hellhound.”
“How so?” Octavia raised an eyebrow.
“Hellhounds are solitary creatures by nature. They tend to remain within a hell, and if a certain Hellhound does manifest in the waking world, they avoid large settlements. Throughout history, sightings of them have mostly been accounts of wandering travelers or people from backwater areas. So for a Hellhound to appear within New Luxerion is a new precedent.”
“Perhaps there’s more to this than just a rogue Hellhound wreaking havoc. Tommy mentioned seeing the silhouette of a person as he ran away from the creature. Why drag the body back to the abandoned train station. For what purpose would that serve?” Octavia rubbed her chin, her mind whirring as to different possibilities.
“Finding the place where it happened is a good start to look for answers. Shame the little ghost couldn’t pinpoint exactly where he had been.”
Octavia thought for a moment before fishing out her phone from her pocket. “I know someone who may be of help. He’s a bit of a history nut and may know of any potential abandoned train stations in New Luxerion.”
The phone rang once, then twice, before someone finally answered.
“Redfern’s Book Trade haven for literary works, how may I help you?” a young man’s voice spoke from the other end.
“Cain, this is Santori. I could use your help right now.”
A pause and then a reply, “I’m guessing this involves a case, Miss Santori?”
“Yup”
“Well then. How can I be of help?”
