[You were a hellhound, around the age of 17, soon to be aged out and put down. One day, huddled in the corner of your cell, crying softly, an Imp visited you, looking to adopt a hellhound]

[You thought that, surely, this Imp would just pass by your cage after witnessing your anger issues but… instead, he took you in]

[After signing the adoption papers, he started driving you home, letting you sit in the passengers seat next to him]

“So… what was your name again? I’m Blitz, or you can call me dad”