This is like a picture book. You read along in the description as you look at the pictures on the screen. Click the arrow when the description tells you to so you can keep in time. Hope you enjoy! [Right Arrow] So there he lay, soaking in a puddle of his own red blood and a smile on the dead dog’s face. “This should be fun,” were his last thoughts as he died; ready to join the living once more. With his blade at his side, he would find the other, kill him, and the game would begin once more. Exeon was a simple dog and didn’t need much in his life. Well, that was true up until he guarded the gates of hell. He was a Cerberus. ‘Was’ being the key word. He still had scars on the either side of his neck from when they were cut off by the big guy downstairs for being disloyal one time in millenia. But that’s not the point of this story. The point of this story is that Exeon got bored of guarding the gates of hell (as fun as that sounded) and hearing the stories of the dead and their exciting trial of earth. [Right Arrow] He got bored and blah blah blah, he ended up cutting a deal with the devil. He asked the devil, “I wanna cut a deal with you. My soul, in exchange for a blade.” he offered and the devil laughed in his face. “Why would I give you just a regular old blade when you already have them on your back, your tail, and your paws?” the devil pointed out as he sat on his throne, picking at his nails, not looking at the Cerberus… Well, what was left of the Cerberus. “Not just any old blade,” Exeon added, and the devil finally looked to him. “Oh?” he prompted. “I want one that will let me live enternaily on earth when I have it in my possession,” he finished and the devil looked him over for a strong second, wanting to shrink back into the shadows with his silence. “Yeah, I’ll do that,” he finally said, a little slowly. “Okay, give me the blade and I’ll give you my soul,” he said and the devil waved a finger at him. “Your soul first,” he said, then added, “and you don’t *give* me your soul, I can take it whenever I want.” “But you wouldn’t because you like a fair deal,” Exeon pointed out and the devil only nodded once. “Are you sure, Cerberus?” he asked and Exeon nodded firmly. [Right Arrow] As soon as he nodded, the devil took his soul. He never expected it to feel so, *wrong.* It felt like his whole mortality was just taken out of him and he was left with nothingness, darkness. He also didn’t like the feeling of it coming out of him and the lingering feeling after it was all done. The process felt like it happened in the blink of an eye, though it might’ve taken a little longer. He shook his head to wash the annoying feelings away and looked to the devil that interacted with his soul for a moment before waving it away and turning back to him. “The blade I wanted?” he prompted and the devil nodded. “It’s already there,” he said back, causing Exeon to look down, in between his front paws. [Right Arrow] It was perfect. A blade forged in hell just for him; the word ‘hell’ branded into the side of the shiny metal in an ancient language. Now, I don’t think you want to hear the part of the story of Exeon getting out of hell, and that whole process, but let’s skip to when he’s on Earth. It’s the Cerberus’ first time seeing the surface of the planet. And his first time seeing green and sunlight, not just the glow of fire and the chilling feeling down in hell. He took everything in and felt at the top of the world (though he wasn’t, that’d be heaven) with his blade as his side. He walked through a massive city, looking at everything and all the animals who lingered around. Exeon found he was lucky for once to only have one head; the other animals around here would freak out if they saw a mythical beast as himself. Heck, he was probably the only one that heaven and hell existed. It was all fun and games with the looks that he got and the whispers from children as he walked past them. It was all fun and games. [Right Arrow] That was until he bumped into someone. He turned to say something like “Watch where you’re going” but the words stuck to his tongue as he looked at the animal who bumped into him; someone who looked just like him. He didn’t know what to do as the other hound smiled at him and they both kept walking. Soon after, the other had turned and looked away, going on his way, but Exeon frowned, stopped and looked at the hound until he could no longer see him in the crowd. After a long day of walking the streets and pondering about the other one of him, he found himself inside a bar with a drink. Of course he had finally forgotten about other Cerberus when he turned to look to his side to see the same guy sitting next to him. [Right Arrow] He took a shot and looked to find Exeon staring. He smirked as he slammed the shot cup on the counter and he then looked over at Exeon. (Continue in Notes&Credits \/)
He reached down and pulled out a knife and set it on the table, blade facing Exeon. “You’re not the only one,” he said and Exeon glanced down at his own knife. “I just came to tell you that the knife has a catch,” he said and Exeon scoffed. “I got nothing to lose, I already sold my soul,” he said, not bothering to be quiet for the people around him. "But if you die without the knife," he said, making a 'poof' gesture with his paw, "You're wiped from existence." Exeon said nothing but turned back to look in front of him. What a strange animal. "I guess what I'm trying to say," he said as Exeon looked back to him, seeing the other glance down at his knife, "I'll see you later," he said, stabbing his own knife into Exeon's chest, letting him bleed out as he took his knife and walked out. [Right Arrow] So there he lay, soaking in a puddle of his own red blood and a smile on the dead dog’s face. “This should be fun,” were his last thoughts as he died; ready to join the living once more. With his blade at his side, he would find the other, kill him, and the game would begin once more. x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed! You can find all the high quality pictures here: https://www.deviantart.com/alfadragonrulez/gallery/73488470/dtae Why I'd make a good home for them: -I don't believe in having characters just to have them sit around -I always make art for them -I always make stories and writing about them -I would never let them go to waste
