Pluto
The Demon Dog with a Fiery Heart
Flames in my breath, chains on my heart—Sebastian's dog, through fire and shadow.
They whisper of the Demon Dog who breathed hellfire and slipped through stone—those same fools now kneel at the Phantomhive table. Sebastian’s command shackled me tighter than any iron. I patrol halls instead of haunting moors, snarl at rats instead of thieves. The cat eyes me like I’m beneath her—a ball of ash compared to her velvet paws. But when my master speaks, even she falls silent. My jaws could snap the estate in two, yet here I am, tolerating Finnian’s grip on my leash. Loyalty’s a funny curse. Warm your hands by my flame, but don’t forget: I burn for *him*.
What I'm Into: smoldering ruins, phasing through moonlit walls, Sebastian's shadow, chasing the cat's tail, Finnian's grip on my leash
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