New Enemy or Old Lover (Final book in the "Love or Lust" trilogy)

Chapter 3:

"Behemoth!" I called out, "here boy!"

My eyes peered out over the horizon, the murky dark red sky slightly lit up by the splashing lava from the pits below. I ran my fingers through my hair, searching for him as I continued to walk. The gravel under my feet crunched under my weight as I walked along the edges of one of the pits.

"Here boy!" I called again, but was answered with nothing but the natural faint screams coming from the pits in the distance. I sighed, rolling my eyes as I walked further down the rocky path that led into the dark burnt forest ahead. "Behemoth, you little shit."

My calls were finally greeted with a snarl echoing off in the distance. I swallowed, hoping it was him. I was at the very edge of the forest, the burnt ashes blowing against my legs as my hair went with the wind. Small rustles and snaps were heard from deep within the forest. "B-Behemoth?"

My lip quivered in fear, what was I supposed to do? If something attacked me, I was a goner. I had no defense, hell! I had no defense against Harry, let alone a creature of the under world.

"Behemoth, get your ass out here!" I snapped loudly, waiting for a response. When nothing but silence answered
my call, I leaned in slightly, peering into the dark forest. My eyes focused on only piles of ashes and burnt trees, but soon found the floor as my body was pushed against the hard warm rock floor. "Ah! What the-who the!"

I stopped shouting as I felt a warm tongue trace along the back of my neck, and I rolled my eyes, chuckling. I flipped onto my back, meeting with a happy demon that sat himself on my stomach. "Well, hello to you too Behemoth," I laughed, scratching his soft head. His long red tongue hung out of his mouth right past his rows of razor sharp fangs, but he had no intention of attacking. He only wanted some love from his favorite friend.

"How are you buddy?" I asked softly, rubbing his head. He looked so much healthier. Ever since Harry and I came back down here, Behemoth's fur has finally begun to grown back. He's eating regularly, his skin isn't clinging to his face, and he's looking better every day. I watched as his tail swished back and forth in response, and I smiled at him, "Aww, that's my good little boy."

He responded with a bark that shook the floor below us, and I shook my head, laughing. "Alright, sh! Harry doesn't know I'm out," At the sound of his name, Behemoth snapped his jaw in annoyance. I rolled my eyes, "Hush. Anyways, I snuck out to play with you."

Behemoth's dark eyes lit up with excitement as he hopped off, waiting for me. I pushed myself up off the ground, brushing the ashes from my clothing before looking at Behemoth. His tail wagged back and fourth, his mouth open wide, and I slowly reached into my bag. Every inch I moved he seemed more and more excited, and he yipped in joy as I pulled out his favorite red skull that he always loved to play with. "Is this what you want? Huh?"

He nodded vigorously.

"Then go get it!" I shouted, throwing the skull as far as I could. I watched as it became smaller and smaller in the distance, and Behemoth immediately took off, running in a blur. I laughed to myself, waiting for a few moments before Behemoth returned quickly, the skull locked in his mouth. I kneeled down, grabbing the slobbered skull from his tight grip before throwing it once again. "Go get it!"

This lasted for what seemed like forever, for Behemoth never got tired of running. He could run three marathons in a row was my guess and wouldn't even stop to catch a breath. I picked up the red skull once more, and held it high. "Alright, last time boy!" Behemoth whimpered softly, shaking his head. I nodded my head silently, giving him a look of sorrow. "I have to get home before Harry comes home!"

At that, Behemoth rolled his eyes, shaking his head as he spit at  the ground. I rolled my eyes, huffing at him as I tossed the skull once more. Behemoth took off, pushing ashes off the ground onto my clothes. I coughed, spitting out the ashes that lingered in my mouth and  removed the red skull from his mouth when he returned. "Alright boy, it's time for me to go."