As the gatekeeper it is my duty to keep the beast tranquil. Every newcomer is a meal option to the old dog, if I let it have its way. You see, with the number of guests, and mind you I use that word very loosely, that arrive at our gates poor Cerberus there would grow fat and lazy. Now what kind of hell would this be if we allowed such leisure to who is supposed to be a merciless creature? We do try to uphold a certain reputation.

            I allow him to chew on the damned from across the realms from time to time when he’s belligerent but not swallow the bones. He must spit out the remains and let the fire minion that guides the damn, take them back to what ever realm of punishment they belong in. It is hard work taking care of such large beast but one gets accustomed to it even though limbs may be at risk. My last attempt at making the beast regurgitate the damn cost me a forearm. In the end, I just slit his stomach open and let his entrails spill along with the chewed carcasses. Oh but they did not die, its impossible to, once you reach the inferno gates. However, they did feel Cerberuses canines piercing the remaining flesh on what used to be a human body. They even felt every snap of their bones as Cerberus chewed delighted. My ears are still ringing upset by such exaggerated screams. Battered bodies and broken souls one by one returned to their perspective realms once the mutt was diced open.

            The ragged dog of course survived the gutting for it does not die. He guards the gates always and will chew every bit of flesh and bone in you if I cannot stop him. And most of the time I just let him. Can you blame me?! He’s a big dog!