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Overlord Intro Part 1: The Hanged Man XVII

At some point Loona had come into the waiting room, and noticed what you were doing. She rushed over to demand you stop, and asked you what the fuck was going on. Through choked sobs, you told her about what had just happened, and how you had been treated since you first arrived in Hell. She sympathized with you. You also ended up confessing the nature of your death, given it was so tied to the hatred of your body.

"When sinners...die...they take a form relating to how they died. You already know this." Loona nodded. "So, I look like this," you gestured towards your wolf-like face, "because something like it killed me." Loona nodded again, and a thought occurred to her. "Oh Satan, I didn't kill you, did I?"

"No! No, of course not!" you reassured her. She let out a sigh of relief. "I died..." you took a deep breath before continuing, "...because I was torn to pieces by a pack of wolves. I was trying to save someone. I don't know if they're down here, or even if they're dead or not." You stopped a moment to gather your thoughts. "When I woke up down here, I was fucking furious that it was the case. I mean, I had died trying to save someone. Surely, I was a good person when I was alive. Then I saw my face in a broken window, and I made the horrible discovery that I look like this. I look like the animals, the monsters, that took my life in the most painful and primal way. It was a completely fucking preventable death too; if only my parents had listened to me." Loona nodded knowingly, thinking of Blitzø. "Then I went through weeks of being treated like a Hellhound, and not the sinner I actually was. Believe me, I'm not trying to discount what real Hellhounds like you go through." You gave a pause. "My first day at I.M.P., I tried to go through the portal back to Earth, hoping that I would be able to be human again, but I stayed the way I was. I'm stuck like this. Eventually I burst into flame when I gave heaven the finger for punishing me in this way," you gestured towards your entire body, disgusted with yourself.

Loona didn't know what to say. She did her best though, saying it must've been hard to live with the appearance of something you hated. She said something about how you didn't let your experiences affect how you treated her, or other Hellhounds. She still thought you were a good person.

You thanked her for understanding, though you commented on the fact that she had lived with this kind of treatment all her life, and you hadn't suffered nearly as long as her. You didn't deserve the right to complain. Loona had snapped back, scolding you for downplaying your trauma. That surprised you. You had assigned a less than genuine quality to your experiences, because you didn't consider yourself to be like her. Loona seethed at you, for the sake of you.

Against your useless protesting, Loona spent the next few days bringing you over to her and Blitzø's place to talk about what it was like to be a Hellhound, and how she dealt with it. She tried to comfort you with her own experiences, and it worked, if only for a time. She had been in the pound for a long portion of her life, and had witnessed many terrible events that happened there. It was in the pound that she had developed her phobia of needles, though she refused to explain what exactly had brought it on. She moved on, to when she was ready to age out of the pound, only a month away from being freed from what was essentially a prison for young Hellborn of her kind. She had hated that Blitzø had basically bought her, but admitted to you that she was grateful to have his support in her life. Who knows where she would've ended up without him?

As Loona opened up more to you about her past trauma, you got angrier at the injustices Hellhounds faced. You still didn't identify as one, but your heart hurt nonetheless. You started to fill with an untamable rage, a rage that Loona recognized all too well. She knew what you were feeling, and understood it.

It was then that you remembered that you once held the dream of becoming an Overlord. As the thought returned to you, after many weeks of working for I.M.P., you entertained the idea, thinking of the power and status you could grant to your new found family. You would be able to destroy the oppressive systems of Hell, at least in the Pride Ring. You could create an entirely new system, and grant greater freedoms to the Hellhound population of Pride. The rage in your heart was a flame that stoked you as you dwelled deeper and deeper into these thoughts, until you seized that dream once again, this time for the sake of others.