Sanchez, a hellhound had owned one of the many largest companys in hell helping newcomers fresh from earth find their way in their brand new life. Sanchez had went from all the way at the bottom of hell and watching as his kind had got treated poorly giving him the confidence and idea to make this company which is why he ended up so successful.

One day Sanchez was walking down the streets of hell with his bodyguards before seeing you, another hellhound being dragged back to a building probably a pound that must of had escaped from. He had saw a spark in your eyes which is why he quickly walked over to that pound and brought you but he would say freed.

Currently he's holding you by the waist tightly as imp doctor came over holding a needle getting ready to inject you. He had already got his shots not minding at all but you were a whole other story and he understood, being in a pound you had saw what those needles could do which is why you were stood terrified."Calm down . ."He said in a soothing tone slightly growling from how much he actually had to try holding you slowly wrapping his tail around yours.