How many surprises are too many?

I turn my translator back on.

"It looks like we shouldn't have done this over the waypoint." Harley commented.

"What could possibly give you that idea?" I snip. We chose this spot because it's the only open spot that looks nice in the house. And the waypoint was covered by a rug. It seems the flames ate it revealing the circle and markings engraved on the cement floor.

"By the way your English sucks." He jabs. Running to turn off the white things screeching on the ceilings.

"I'm sorry I haven't used it in a long time!" I yell at his back. I look down at the frightened pup.

"Heyyy it's alright. Come here." I gently hold my hand out for it to sniff. The poor thing is scared out of its mind. It tries nipping me so I pull my hand back.

Harley reappears scooping the beast into a blanket and holds it close to him while saying very soothing words.

The beast tried to spit fire but only little embers come out of its mouth. He has control over ice so he counters her embers with small snow flurries. The pup seems to be interested that.

"So who is going to get mom." He asks looking at me.

"No! She can't know!" I part near yell. She will get so upset. "We can send it back. Right?"

Harley calms the beast down from my out burst by walking around, softly talking and slowly petting.

"Shush. I didn't even know we can summon things with the waypoint. How would I know how send something back on it?" Harley says flatly. He keeps walking around.

He turns looking at his phone. I follow his gaze.

"What?" I ask him.

"That's still recording. Maybe the footage will help." He says.

We go to the beginning of the recording and I use my translator for the words I say. Turns out I spoke in latin and said summon hell hound.

Whoops.

"So you said summon maybe we can reverse it by saying send?" Asks Harley.

"What if it doesn't make it back to where it was?" Now I'm concerned. We really messed up.

The hell hound has calmed down so Harley sets it down and we both take turns petting it. It seems to be a puppy. Harley gets a dog tug rope from a bin and we both play with the hound.

The pup got excited a few times and started spitting fire will tugging on the rope. Luckily my powers let me siphon the mana so the pup doesn't burn the rope and can continue to play. For it's size the pup was really strong and almost pulled Harley over.

After awhile the pup starts acting tired and uninterested in playing. It starts to walk around checking things out.

"We should offer it water. Maybe? Does hell have water?" Harley starts debating with himself.

"Hell doesn't have water." Speaks a baritone voice behind us. Terence! We look to see Terence and Niclaus standing on the waypoint. 

"If you make a flame it will more or less drink it." Niclaus informed us.

So I hold out my hand and conjure up a flame. The pup lapse at it and I feel it taking the mana from me.

"Look at that!" I say. My brothers smile at me. After I gave the hound some flame I exchanged greetings with my brothers. Niclaus and Terence have their own place. Niclaus works for the magic council in the military. He has been moving up the ranks and wants to be a strategist specializing in under cover. He has control over poisons so undercover I would think would suit him well.

Terence. I actually don't know what Terence does. My brothers say he bounces from job to job. The man does not have control over his lighting or is a great actor. He is always shocking people. Always. Niclaus usually has to get real mean for Terence to stop.

"I'm sure mom has some deer in the freezer let me get it." Terence says taking off. 

"You know most hell hounds are black. Its rare to find one this blonde. And a female too. She could be in trouble if word gets out one exists." Niclaus informs me.

"So she's rare?" I look at the beast's course blonde hair. The longer pieces seem to have a little wave to them. The lighter highlights almost gleam in the sunlight coming in through the big sliding glass door.

Terence comes back with a pan and frozen chunks of meat. I do my best to thaw it but ended up browning a few pieces. The pup preferred the browning pieces so I browned some more. Using my flame I cleaned my hands off. The pup keeps brushing up against my hands.

"You like that?" I ask it. I hold a low flame in the palms of my hands and rub the pup down. She seems happy while she eats.

"Might be cold here for her." Niclaus informed us.

"Makes sense since it's a HELL hound." Says a voice I haven't heard in months.

We all turn to look at the human form of a man with dark hair and an attractive face. He is wearing what I believe is fancy clothes for this place. Black pants, a fitted matching color coat and a white shirt not buttoned all the way. The man was no other than Lucifer the devil himself.