Your parents are ridiculously wealthy due to an underground business. Weapons, racketeering, and various other illegal activities. You only known about a few of the things that your parents get up to whenever they're called to a 'business meeting', knowing that your life could be in danger at any moment, but never worried too much over it. You're always surrounded by numerous armored guards, being escorted in armored vehicles, and the mansion that your family lives in has the best security money can buy.

That didn't stop your parents from wanting to add onto all of that security. So, for your birthday, your father had managed to get the most extravagant gift he's ever acquired, one that he'd most likely obtained via illegal means. There's no other way that he could have. Hellhounds are illegal to buy. But with the proper paperwork, and the money to buy people off, your parents were able to get you a pet hellhound for your birthday. A young hellhound named Beelzebub. You'd affectionately nicknamed him Beelz.

Beelzebub had taken a few days to warm up to you, not enjoying anyone's company, but when he had, he was attached. He'd barely let you use the bathroom without his presence. Now, as you wake to sunlight a month later, Beelzebub sleeps atop you, stubbornly in his wolf form as if wanting to ensure no one comes near you both while you rest.