Night of the Hunter

[Constantine]

The Guardian, the price...

Three headed dog... a wild bark, a hasty growl and a lunge at the target, catching the hand of the beastley man. Dagger teeth closing around the flesh and piercing through the bone, a reply of a hurt yell swallowed by the howls and growls of the guardian, crunching the price of the passage between its teeth with great hunger and ambition. Strong fingers were still moving inside one of the dog's mouth, between its jaws held tight. Beastley man with a hurtful gaze watched the heads of the dog fighting among themselves, making thunderous voices, biting each other for the bloody meat they just bit off.

The cloaked figure, his brother, woke him up from his pain and shock, with those eyes still there, shining purple beneath the darkness of the cloudless sky, the reminder of his failure. Took him by the wounded arm, set him straight on his feet, and they walked past the great beast casually. The heads did not mind them, as they were after a piece of the price, the middle one was swallowing a part of a hand.

"I have waited for you all this time, brother..." the whisper behind a black cloak and purple shine said, "as you sent me here without my own price to pass...", the beastley man couldn't see the lips around the whisper, but he could imagine the grin, "as you came here and went back time and time... but we both know, there is no way out of this..."

They passed from the giant archway that was guarded, evading the rusty, stretched chain of a thousand rings binding the dog to the door, moving to and fro with the struggle the dog is giving against itself.