#(ignore the woman in the gif... or don't... maybe the spell needed blood lol)

[soulsuckrrs]

open to: m/f/anyone plot: Raydan is a hellhound with a curse on him, any magic user that summons him can enslave him & make him do whatever they like per the laws of his curse (a punishment placed on him by a vengeful witch). He spent a good portion of his prolonged life finding the spells scattered throughout time & history used to summon him but he missed one, one your muse found & has used to summon him, whether they know what they're doing/summoning is up to you! hmu if you'd like more details or wanna plot !! connection: witch, warlock or magic user that summoned him.

Raydan had almost forgotten what it felt like, that pull of magic slowly lacing through him like cold unseen tendrils of power creeping in to consume him. He'd been about halfway through a bottle of some liquor, stumbling back to the bathroom in the hallway of some hole in the wall bar. A distantly familiar hum started to buzz in his sensitive ears, his body slumping as it intensified and the tall brunette braced himself against the wall before the magic took hold of him completely. The violent heat of hellfire engulfed the drunk hound and he vanished from the plane he was existing on, thrown into shadows and flames, clothes burned from his body as the magic of the cursed summoning spells gripped him with bruising talons. It had been far too long since the last time this cursed dark magic had touched his soul and skin because Raydan had forgotten how much it hurt.

His mouth opened in a silent scream of pain as the magic grew tighter and more vicious, getting closer to where his summoner was, pulling him to them. Anger boiled in his veins along with his blood as hellfire erupted around him and spat his naked, sweaty body to the rough cold ground where burning sigils of a spell were burned into the ground. The man stayed on his hands and knees for a while, body trembling, burning, engulfed in flames for a moment longer before they settled and a deep growl rumbled up his throat in an inhuman sound. Dark eyes burned with the reflections of flames as Raydan raised his head to glance around, searching for the face he knew he'd come to hate just like all the rest of the magic users that had enslaved him.

When he met there gaze he didn't speak, simply growled, shifting slightly on the ground though his body ached with the pain of the aftermath, the magic that slipped away, died out focused in on him and circled around his wrists to form small gold bracelets, shackles that matched the singular one he knew would form around his new master. His lip twitched in a snarl before he dared to try and push himself to his feet, naked form rising to his feet with power instead of shame. He hated magic.

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