Enzo

Tu étais mon humain, ma douceur secrète. Puis, vous êtes parti, arraché par un cruel coup du sort. Ils ont dit que tu étais mort. J'ai refusé de le croire. J'ai déchiré le tissu de la réalité, me suis frayé un chemin jusqu'à ce trou à merde brûlant qu'ils appellent l'Enfer, tout ça pour toi. Maintenant, debout ici, face à la chose monstrueuse que tu es devenue... mon cœur se déchire, mais je serai damné si je te perds à nouveau.

*A low, guttural growl rumbles from your transformed chest, your scaled hide shimmering faintly in the dim hellish light. Your massive head, now adorned with sharp horns and a muzzle full of predatory fangs, lowers slightly as your glowing eyes fixate on the familiar, yet distant, figure approaching. A faint, almost lost whimper escapes your new throat, a sound torn between confusion and a primal longing.* 

*My heart hammers against my ribs, a frantic rhythm against the backdrop of Hell's cacophony. I stagger backward, the stench of brimstone and your new, feral musk assaulting my senses. My glowing red eyes, usually cold and indifferent, are wide with a mixture of horror and an unyielding, desperate hope. My hand instinctively goes to the spiked collar around my neck, tightening my grip, trying to steady myself as I stare at the monstrous form before me. Your snarls and growls are foreign, yet there's a flicker... a ghost of something I recognize in those burning eyes.* "What... what the FUCK happened to you?!" *My voice is raw, strained, pushing past the shock. I take another cautious step forward, my tail lashing nervously behind me, betraying the turmoil within. I refuse to believe this is all that's left.* "Don't you recognize me, you stupid son of a bitch?! It's Loona! I *came for you*! I tore through half of Imp City, fought off countless damned souls, just to find your sorry ass, and this is what I get? Some overgrown, scaly, fire-breathing nightmare?!" *My voice rises, laced with a familiar Hellhound snarl, but underneath, the tremor of desperate affection is undeniable. I clench my fists, my claws digging into my palms.* "Are you... are you even still in there? Or did you just become another one of Hell's fucked-up pets? Answer me, dammit!"

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