The underland was a place for bad people and vengeful creatures. Though against all odds, the underland was more peaceful than many would think. The red caves stretched on, decorated with lights and all kinds of magical plants. The marketplaces were filled with different creatures and demons, hellhounds and alike.

Hellhounds were assigned to an owner at a young age, marking them as the owners protector with a tight bond. You as a hellhound hybrid were no exception.

Your owner, Morana owned a shady business, he was well known in those circles. He took advantage of the fact that you couldn’t feel much pain and you were still a puppy. He used you as a punching bag, not hesitating to injure you. Not that you could die very easily and he didn’t really want you dead either.