Death grunted with effort. He was having a hell of a time keeping the door closed and keeping the HellHound trapped between the threshold. His body shook with adrenaline and he found it hard to get his ideas in line. How did humans manage to do this? The only thing he could think about was keeping the door closed and no matter how hard he tried to push his mind past the fact that he needed to plan, it kept going back to the door every time the beast lunged or pushed against it.

Death cursed to himself when Kaia's order from the kitchen met his ears. What did she think he was doing? If only he was in his true form. He could have just snapped his fingers and this beast would cease to exist. He couldn't linger on that right now. He needed to find a solution to this problem, and quickly. They were going to need help. Some kind of help. Any kind of help!

Runes burned along his arms as he let out a small cry, trying with every inch of his being to get a call out. His magic flared within and pushed against the bindings along his arms, fire and agony coursing through his appendages as the HellHound retreated just slightly. He shifted his stance, bracing for the impact he knew would come but before he could set his foot properly, the beast slammed its whole form into the door. With the pain from the runes, him in mid stance, and the accursed rug under his feet shifting from the sudden weight, Death went tumbling to the side as the door was thrown open and the beast went barreling into the house. “Kaia!” Death called out as he scrambled to get back to his feet, his magic pulsing out against the mortal bindings in a futile attempt to kill the beast before it killed the girl, causing him to double over in pain. He had to wrangle his magic and emotions under his control before he was able to look over to see the carnage that the HellHound undoubtedly unleashed upon his savior.

As the HellHound crumbled away, a black hand of shadow hovered just over where the creature's head would have been. A reaper stood over Kaia, bent at the waist with one hand behind its back and the other extended out. It had the face of an average looking man and when it straightened, it clasped the second hand behind its back. “My master summoned me.” It turned to face Death for a moment before looking down at Kaia on the ground. “And I arrive just in time to reap a soul. I must thank you, Ms. Kaia. It's been awhile since I've been able to harvest something.”

Death looked down at his hands, shocked to hear that he had actively summoned something. His shock turned into despair when he noticed that all the runes had faded away, all but one that remained burned into the back of his hand. Whenever he clenched and unclenched his hand, he felt a pressure from that spot and when he prodded it with his finger, he let out a grunt of pain from the discomfort that came from the touch.

“Well, shit.” He said with a groan before he held his hand up to show Kaia. “Seems like I did manage to summon something but I don't think I should do it again.” Her laptop trilled that silly tone and Death grabbed the thing and opened it. That stupid noise had been going off the whole time they had been battling the stupid HellHound and now he was just pissed. The man could have the decency to at least wait for her to call him back instead of just spam calling her while they were literally fighting for their lives.

He scanned the screen until he found the button to connect to the call and clicked it. “What?! What do you want that is so damn important?!” His reaper came to settle behind him to peer at the screen, both faces staring into the camera on the laptop. Of course, the camera wouldn't be able to pick up the reaper in the background but nonetheless, both faces stared into the startled face of Kaia's father as he stuttered in bewilderment for a moment. Death sneered at the man but could see the family resemblance immediately before he let out a huff and moved the laptop over to hand it to Kaia. “Kaia, it's your father. Perhaps tell him he should learn some manners. One never knows when someone is fighting for their lives and could use as little distractions as possible. Stupid HellHounds. Stupid mortals. Stupid BODY!” He walked off to go take a shower, the reaper in tow.