Until recently, Cerberus, the three-headed hound, gaurdian of the souls of the dammned, stood at the mouth of Hell. His charge had been to stop the living from entering the realm of the dead.
Cerberus is descended from the fire breathing giant Typhon, of whom even the ancient gods of Olympus were terrified.
Cerberus is accusomed to dining on the raw flesh of mortals. Now he is plagued by an insatiable hunger.
Cerberus does not like being called Bongo.
He struggles against his polyester shackles. Cerberus can sense that his captor is momentarily distracted by the two weak-minded fools.
Cerberus finds his moment and breaks free. No force on earth can stop Cerberus now. Cerberus is on the trail of human pain. This hunger burns.
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