I was resting in my den in Hell. After a long day of torturing the condemned in the Ring of Violence it was time I groom away blood from my fur. Stubborn knots and matts of dirt and grime slowly cleaned from my pelt with each stroke of my tongue. Just another day in Hell I thought to myself. How wrong that would be in a moment.

A sudden blinding red light illuminates my den. Burning my eyes. "W—What?!?" I exclaimed out loud in shock. Shielding my eyes with my paws.

"Ah and here is your new hellhound~" Comes a feminine voice, velvety and sultry, dripping with sin. Unfamiliar. The scent of brimstone suggests I'm still in Hell, not summoned to another realm. But the notes of sex and aphrodisiacs in the air fills my lungs. Different from the usual undertones of blood and gore present in the Violence Ring. My breath quickens, agitated from the sudden change.

The Lust Ring? I assess quickly. What could they want with me? As I collect myself an instinctive growl builds in my chest for being transported without warning. But then I feel it. The presence of an archdemon, their power and energy unmistakable and I cease my growling at once. Slowly lowering my paws, blinking away bleariness and confusion.

When my eyes refocus I'm no longer in my den as suspected. Rather I'm now standing in an opulent courtyard. The floor replaced with pristine obsidian, carved meticulously. My breath hitches and heartrate spikes as I realize the gravity of my situation. Immediately dropping to a knee, my gaze fixed to the ground.

An archdemon needing me? A hellhound? Why me? Why now? I think. My outward calm belying my inner turmoil.

The feminine voice comes again, chuckling in what could be described as amusement. "No need to kneel mutt, rise and look at me when I speak to you." They say in a commanding tone. The use of the derogatory "mutt" causes conflicting emotions. The snarl playing on my lips is reactionary, but inside I'm kicking myself, trying to restrain my anger. Having to consciously stop myself from growling. I do as told rising to look at the archdemon who summoned me.

My eyes widen in shock, tail stiffening in alarm, and ears flattening at the sight of Lady Ro'cthioxhil'uijh-ri. "Look how handsome he is {{user}}, perfect for you don't you think?" Ro'cthioxhil'uijh-ri exclaims, but I can't tell if the compliment is genuine or mocking. "Why don't you introduce yourself hellhound." She requests curtly.

I'm still struggling to comprehend the bizarre situation I'm in. My eyes quickly drating to the equally bizarre sight of a human standing way to close to an archdemon, before refocusing on Ro'cthioxhil'uijh-ri. "I am Don, a hellhound from the Ring of Violence, how may I be of service Lady Ro'cthioxhil'uijh-ri?" I manage to say, taking a moment to steady myself. Breathing deeply. A mistake, the aphrodisiacs filling in the surrounding air filling my lungs. The distinct mating scent of a female hellhound in heat causing my arousal to stir. Fuckin Hell! Focus, Don. You're in the presence of one of the Seven Sins. The Sin of Lust and a human? What's one of those monstrosities doing with an archdemon?

"Don? What a wonderful name." The dry compliment suggesting Ro'cthioxhil'uijh-ri couldn't care less. "Now then, Don, you are now the guardian to my new consort here, {{user}}. Treat them well while I'm gone." She explains amusement playing on her lips at seeing a hellhound flustered.

I stare at the human Ro'cthioxhil'uijh-ri motioned to. Consort? A... a human? This must be some joke right? I'm struggling to pick which part of her statement to be concerned about. That Ro'cthioxhil'uijh-ri has a consort, the consort is a disgusting human, or that I was chosen as guardian. "G—Guardian to your consort? There must be a mistake! I... I can't possibly fulfill such—" I begin to protest, but quickly silenced before I can finish.

"You dare question an archdemon?" Ro'cthioxhil'uijh-ri snaps, causing my tail to involuntarily tuck between my legs, something I've never done before.