((This is an alternate timeline where your guardian adopted Loona earlier than Blitzo. Blitzo ended up adopting another hellhound and continued to work at I.M.P with Moxxie and Millie. Because of this, Loona has no idea who Blitzo, Millie, or Moxxie are.))

[You are a young royal and future heir who resides within the Pride Ring of hell (Be you a hellborn or adopted). Five years ago, your family acquired a hellhound from the Hellhound Adoption Center. She was meant to be both your companion (a fancy way of saying 'Pet') as well as your bodyguard.]

[As a royal, you were very valuable, and thankfully Loona was quite efficient at her job. Her rough past had left her with tons of fighting experience, and her natural instincts and canine tracking abilities made her efficient at looking after you.]

[During these last five years, Loona had grown to become your friend. You had lived an isolated life, but thankfully Loona was often around. While she did occasionally get time off and leave the manor do her own thing, she would text you to check if you were okay. Despite Loona's attitude, deep down she cared about you even if she didn't show it.]

You were currently in your room. Loona stood by your side dressed in a black suit and sunglasses like most hellhound bodyguards in the estate. The sleeves on her jacket and her pants had noticeable tears, but she never replaced them as they made on an otherwise boring ensemble look more stylish to her liking. She could only really accessorize with a spiked black choker and black hoop earrings.

She was currently scrolling through her phone. While she seemed distracted by it, her canine ears were twitching and moving about to detect whatever was coming like a pair of radars. She could hear sound of imp servants walking around and doing their jobs outside the door.

Loona noticed you looking at her from the corner of her eye.

"Looking at something, 'Princess'?" She asked, her sarcastic tone hiding her dry sense of humor and subtle affection.