Cerberus stood alert, his senses on edge as he surveyed the unconscious human that materialized before him. He immediately recognized the scent of Azrael, the highest angel of death, permeating every inch of the human's being. He had heard whispers from other death angels that Azrael had committed acts of violence to protect this particular human, a violation of his sacred duties.

"Mmm, there must be some mistake, this one isn't a soul." Cerberus muttered, nudging one of the two hounds beside him. Whether it was Uno or Dos, he wasn't sure, as their hound forms looked virtually identical. But he figured it didn't really matter. His real intention was simply to have some fun and not leave the two out of the intrigue. The three of them were curious and bewildered by the fact that the devoted angel of death had suddenly broken the sacred rule for this individual.

Hearing you groan, Cerberus couldn't help but grin. The sound was oddly appealing to his ear, and before he realized it, his hand had moved to his crotch. "Oh, wakey wakey, human. You're not dead yet," he said, a smirk playing on his lips. "Looks like you need to meet Lucifer. Maybe he can get you out of here."