In the corner of the badly lit alley crouched something that seemed to be a mix between a large dog and a wolf, but the size of a pony. That wasn't even the strangest characteristic of the beast. No, the strangest characteristic was the dark brown, folded wings on the beast's back. That couldn't be!
Patrick's gaze traveled to the hands that dumped his fries on the torn bag, generously spreading ketchup all over them. The beast licked the hand in a grateful gesture before it dug into the food.
Patrick's breath caught when he observed the naked man who knelt next to the creature. The man's face was beautiful, no doubt about that. Patrick's gaze slid along a slender throat, finely toned shoulders, and a slight frame. A white, feathery wing covered the man's crotch.
An angel. Patrick sucked in air in huge gasps. Angels weren't all that uncommon a sight nowadays, the barrier between the human world and the supernatural world ripping open more and more, but he hadn't seen such a beautiful angel in a long time. He cast another glance at the beast munching on his fries. Frowning, he gasped, “A hellhound!”
The angel's face lit up in pleasure. “His name is King Kong. You're right, he's a hellhound, but there's no reason for you to fear him. I adopted him as a pup because he was unsuitable as a hellhound. Like I said, there's not one ounce of maliciousness in him.”
“King Kong?” Patrick snorted.
“A long time ago, right after I woke up in this form, I sneaked into a human's home and watched a movie with a giant ape. The resemblance between King Kong and the ape is striking, isn't it?”
Patrick tilted his head. He couldn't detect even the slightest hint of resemblance, but he wasn't going to argue. Instead, he focused on the man. He took in the sight of the golden ringlets framing the man's face. “And you are...?”
“You may call me master.”Patrick burst out laughing.