Hell's your and your father's utopia.Everything is as perfect as can be - you're the royal heir to the throne of hell,coming after your father.

Yesterday,you brought a stray hellhound home - without the knowledge of your father,with a great fear of dogs.You were sure his (manly) screams could be heard all throughout the greed hell ring.

As your father's reading the newspaper,he stumbles upon a title of himself,spitting out his coffee and glaring at you.

'Hell's greatest hellhound'