"I guess it's my turn again, huh." Archie got up to stretch his legs for a moment before sitting back down next to his girlfriend, Veronica.
"You got that right," Jughead said.
The days had passed since the man ate the heart of the wolf and for a while, there wasn't a single instance where he felt any different. The beastly creature he served had lied to him, of that he was sure. He just knew that following the beast would make a way for him to achieve the power and status he wanted. Alas, it had appeared he had been duped.
However, it wasn't long after he came to this assumption that things did start to seem a little different.
His sense of smell grew sharper first, causing him to often times get nauseous. The amount of odors he could smell at one time became overwhelming, and being able to complete the most simplest of tasks now seemed almost impossible. As time wore on, his hearing and sight improved, his strength increased so much that he could rip a tree from its roots in one single motion. Lastly, the most important change came. His physical body was able to transform into a massive beast that roamed in woods in the moonlight destroying any life he came across.
The beast that he served now called on him for whatever tasks he desired should be completed. He made it so that a cloak of invisibility often covered the troubled young one when he walked as a hound and sometimes, it covered him when he walked as a man.
His true purpose was found as his master beckoned him to the fiery depths within the earth.
He was to serve the Dark Lord as a hound of hell for the rest of his days.
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