Heavenly Retribution. Mk.2.

[Frisk E. Coyote]

Baskerville watched silently as the pig vanished in a burst of light. He neither looked angry, or playful, or stupid. Defiance carved itself on his canine features, right from his snarling muzzle to his glowing eyes. "You CHOSE our destiny..." He repeated lowly. "You CHOSE when and how we were born..." He added again, the links of his chain disconnecting and connecting to form rings of tight chains around his body, which turned black and started spinning like the chains of a chainsaw, but with ten time the speed and power.

He was an amalgamation of five souls of dogs who have committed the greatest sins any dog could commit, and were condemned directly for the pits of dog hell, no matter how 'good' a dog they were.

"Rott... condemned for the sin of never knowing the warmth and light of love... because he was big and ugly, even though he was friendly and couldn't hurt a fly..." He started saying shakily. "Valentino... condemned for the sin of the forbidden petting, the love for a human being... but only because he had no voice to say 'no', and grew to believe that it was a way to voice his love for his master... Faith... for losing all faith in humanity... but only after she had waited twelve years for her master to come back for her... in vain..." His shaky voice became louder, and a low growl underlined it. "BUDDY, for breaking his master's heart by running in front of a car on purpose, but only because his master couldn't take care of him without starving... and LUCKY, for dying by the hands of his own master, in agony, after being abused and neglected from puppyhood by seven different masters despite loving each and everyone of them so much he considered himself lucky to have had seven! These five dogs were condemned, to go rot in hell for all eternity, and they would've gladly accepted the punishment... but for some reason, were spared and given a chance to repent by some force... and became the foundation of my being."

"So you chose their destiny, you chose my destiny, our sins, our masters, our paths, our decisions... were our chains and collars nothing but symbols of fate- of destiny- of your control and will over us? I've done every task to leave this realm... I've been loved, I've been petted, I've been fed, I've saved lives, I've mended hearts and brought hope! And now all I need to do is break this collar and chain to complete my task and accept our punishment..." He growled lowly, taking a few steps forward. "And you are these chains, this collar, you are fate, your are tragedy, and misery, and pain, and I wish to end it all with you. You are another master, I've had many of those...I don't want a master... I already have friends." He finished, and stood in front of his companions protectively. "And I'll protect them even if I have to go through all that suffering all over again. This time, I won't fail them!" He waited for his companions to lead.