A Nomad Hellhound in helluva boss

delving underground/ breaking down

* arriving to the building he saw the same bots before they spoke Jax shot the both hearing a alarm he ran through seeing a work down elevator* Jax: and bingo was his name of * taking a step onto it he felt a chill

??: I believe in you * stepping into the elevator looking back he saw no one then the elevator shook and began to go down descending to the bottom Jax floating up and slamming back down looking up he saw a elevator door sliding back and forth having a opening he slipped through seeing a reception the place metal for the walls the floor concrete as he stepped to the desk he looked up seeing a logo flickering on and off *

Jax: the ascension- the fuck have i come across * seeing a computer on the other side he hopped over seeing it was luckily still on booting up it was a old system with a couple logs most corrupted except one *

Log twenty three: the god had given the word to evacuate shame we're leaving everything guess he knows we need something later but with that- thing I guess we don't have to * Jax looked confused turning the computer off *

Jax- him? I thought it was a girl* looking past reception he saw a hallway labeled the labs/observation he began walking in not noticing the computer turning on with a smile on the screen entering he saw different rooms only one was unlocked labeled test 1 gulping he slowly entered looking around it was a small room with a box in the middle as he made it  to the box the door closed Jax ran over trying to open it but to no luck when a loud burst of static came from a speaker *

Ai speaker: welcome welcome test subject 8952 we all knew you'd return

Jax: hey this isn't funny open this fucking door

Ai speaker: now now no need to be like this still always fighting the door won't open until * the box opened revealing a syringe* you forget and remember yourself* Jax looked around again and sighed knowing nothing was left stepping over he grabbed the syringe *

Jax: if I die I'm coming back to haunt ya * he injected it into his arm a strong jolt of pain entered his system which he tossed the syringe his body quickly passing out as he fell to the floor waking up sometime later he was in a cell in a prisoner outfit but what alarmed him his ring was gone getting up from the bed he looked to the walls seeing writing of insanity to escape and kill everyone what was worse he knows that handwriting it was his * i-i've been here before but when * hearing a buzz the door opened Jax stepping out seeing multiple rooms all the doors closed the place had seen better days going to a room nearby he saw someone a imp but this one was unworthy they were rocking back and forth speaking not even a language but gibberish he stepped past going to a door to the room grabbing he slowly slid it opened seeing a dark hallway he began walking through his perception beginning to change as the hallway grew longer the walls and lights red till seeing a figure standing with a smile he stopped the figure wall tall hunched over pink fur with long fluffy ears and sharp claws and pure red pupils and a wide smile  *

?: delicious I've been waiting for something new * she began walking forward Jax stepping back noticing the floor beginning to break as she got close the floor broke Jax falling through empty air before landing into a area full of darkness until lights for vehicles and buildings before it all appeared he knew where he was back at camp more silent and he noticed the walls were patched up looking badly made stepping through he saw a small glowing light he felt something should've been there with something written on the wall saying " your past must be erased " *

Jax: I don't care about this place why the hell do I keep coming back * not noticing puddles of black magic appeared on the ground demons rising hellhound and imps but lacking facial features*

Daniel: oh but you do- Jax * Jax turned seeing all them immediately going to grab his pistol realizing he didn't have it so he pulled the angelic wire out * you hold us near deep in that mind of yours the guilt the anger