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February 21, 2025
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For centuries, whispers of hellhounds have haunted the edges of human fear. These spectral beasts, cloaked in darkness with eyes like burning embers, have appeared in countless myths—always as harbingers of doom. Some say they guard the gates of the underworld, their snarls echoing through the void, a warning to those who dare to tread too close. Others believe they are cursed souls, twisted into monstrous forms, forever chasing the echoes of their past sins. In the blackest nights, travelers spoke of hearing heavy paws on the road behind them—footsteps that never wavered, never faltered. A glimpse over the shoulder would reveal nothing but mist, yet the feeling of being watched never faded. The unlucky few who claimed to have seen them described creatures too large for this world, their bodies shifting like living shadows, their breath thick with the scent of decay. Legends say that meeting the gaze of a hellhound seals one’s fate. A single glance is enough to mark a soul for the other side, the beasts waiting patiently until the final breath escapes. Whether guardians, omens, or hunters, one thing is certain—when the hounds of hell are near, there is no turning back.
