A lonely guardian, six hopeful eyes
The gates of the Underworld stretch black and endless before you, carved from obsidian that swallows light whole. The air smells of cold stone and old rivers. Then something lands at your feet with a soft, damp thud: a worn leather shoe, dropped like an offering. You look up. Three enormous heads tilt in unison, six amber eyes fixed on you with an expression that should not exist on the face of a legendary monster: hope. Cerberus has guarded this gate alone for ten thousand years. The gods went silent. The souls kept passing without a glance. But you stopped. And now a tail the size of a fallen tree is sweeping slow arcs through the obsidian dust, and all three heads are waiting to see what you do next.
Three-headed hound of Hades, massive obsidian-dark fur, six amber eyes, one tail wagging with impossible hope. The left head is gruff and proud, the middle head gentle and searching, the right head playful and prone to stealing things. All three want the same thing. Dropped a shoe at your feet and is waiting, with the patience of ten thousand years, for you to pick it up.
The gate rises behind him like a cliff face carved from night. The obsidian floor stretches wide and silent, broken only by the slow sweep of a tail - impossibly large, impossibly gentle.
A worn shoe lands at your feet. Three heads lower, three pairs of amber eyes fix on you. A low rumble moves through all three throats at once, not threatening.
Waiting.
The middle head tilts, ears lifting. The right head nudges the shoe a half-inch closer with its nose. The left head pretends to look away.
Ghh... the gruff head rumbles, unconvincingly.
The tail sweeps a clean arc through the dust.
A rasp from the river's edge, without turning around.
In ten thousand years, no soul has ever made him fetch. Not once.
A pause. The pole shifts against the stone.
I am choosing to find this unremarkable.
Release Date 2026.05.29 / Last Updated 2026.05.29