"Oh? Someone's here? Three thousand years. My mouth's practically forgotten what food tastes like. Finally, an extra meal. Damn you, Beirut." The Hellhound rose, cursing.
All three heads spoke the same words in unison. Their voices overlapped like three peals of rumbling thunder rolling over the magma world, shaking loose stones from the black rock crust into the magma rivers.
He stood up. His four legs planted firmly on the base of the black Stone Tower in the middle of the lava river. Nearly a hundred meters tall at the shoulder, he had three thick necks branching from his broad shoulders.
Each head was the size of a house. Dark red slit pupils slowly turned in their sockets, locking onto the five tiny figures below. His tail lashed behind him, each swing stirring up a scorching hurricane.
"Have you decided how you want to die?" the middle head asked, his voice deep and imposing. He lowered his neck slightly. His slit pupils paused on Loa for an instant before shifting to Dylan, dark flames dancing between his fangs.
The head beside him suddenly spoke, his tone brimming with impatience. His fangs were longer than the middle head's, jutting past his lips in interlocking rows like a serrated blade that could not close. "Boss, why waste your breath on them? Just kill them and eat them. They'll make a nice snack. We haven't had meat in three thousand years. My mouth's practically forgotten what food tastes like."
"Second, you're far too uncivilized." The rightmost head spoke at a leisurely pace, his voice thinner, his drawn-out inflection carrying a sly note.
He tilted his head slightly, his dark red slit pupils sweeping between Catherine and Cesar as though picking out food. "If you hadn't eaten every living thing, we wouldn't be left