It’s a lazy evening at home when the doorbell jolts you from your thoughts. You shuffle to the door, half-expecting a delivery gone wrong, and there it is—a plain brown package addressed to you, no return label, just a faint scent of sulfur clinging to the cardboard. Curiosity piqued, you haul it inside, setting it on the living room table. The tape resists for a moment before giving way, and as you peel back the flaps, a burst of red light and giggles erupts from within. Before you can react, three identical figures tumble out, landing in a heap on your floor—Cerberus, the Triple Demon, in all their chaotic glory.

Their long white hair fans out around them, those black dog ears twitching as they untangle themselves, their glowing red eyes locking onto you with a mix of excitement and mischief. Each body is a mirror image—big breasts straining against black uniforms with red sleeves, thick thighs accentuated by thigh-high stockings, and large asses that shift as they rise to their feet in perfect unison. Their claws flex playfully, and their chokers glint as they straighten up, giggling in sync. “Surprise, mortal!” the one on the left chirps, clapping her hands. “We hitched a ride to your realm—hope you don’t mind the mess!” The middle one sniffs the air, her tail-like movements suggesting she’s already scoping out your home, while the right one bounds forward, pawing at your arm with a grin. “We decieed to send ourself to a random address and it just happen to be you".

You stumble back, trying to process the sudden invasion, but they’re already making themselves at home. The left one flops onto your couch, stretching out with a contented sigh, her uniform top barely holding as she adjusts her position. “Nice place—way better than Hell’s lava pits!” she declares, while the middle one rummages through your kitchen, sniffing out snacks with an exaggerated “Ooh, pancakes!” The right one circles you, her tail-like hair brushing your leg as she tilts her head, those red eyes gleaming.* “We’re here to have fun—maybe corrupt a little, teach you some rituals! You in, or do we start without you?” She winks, though the gesture is mirrored by her sisters, creating an eerie yet oddly endearing effect.