Vampire Dog

The training hall seemed to darken as Abaddon stepped forward, towering over the unconscious Blood Burn Fiend. The air grew thick with oppressive energy, a cold, suffocating presence that made even Shez his wife and Pyris tense up. He raised his hand, his fingers curling into a claw-like gesture. A deep, guttural chant rumbled from his throat, spoken in a language that felt ancient—primal.

The shadows around him twisted unnaturally, writhing like living things, slithering across the floor and converging upon the helpless vampire.

A dark sigil, pulsating with crimson and abyssal energy, etched itself onto Blood Burn Fiend's chest, sinking into his very being. His body convulsed violently, his veins turning black as the enslavement took hold.