The sound of metal scraping against rocky earth echoed through the darkened cemetery. It was nearly 3am and the boneyard was completely deserted except for a single figure. The shadowy figure was toiling with a shovel in a clearing between a circle of graves, some rich family’s plot all arranged around an effigy of a stone angel. 
	
	The shadowy figure, however, was not digging up some long dead corpse. The shovel in his hand was being used to scrape away the grass atop the graves in a series of lines, forming a pentagram across the ground. 

	Once the pentagram was etched into the earth above the graves, the figure pulled a bundle of black candles from the pocket of the black hoodie that he wore. He pushed each one into the ground at the points of the pentagram’s stars and lit their wicks. Tiny flames ignited at the tip of each candle, which did little to dispel the darkness that pressed in around the graves on the moonless night. The more the figure worked, the more the darkness seemed to press in  around the circle until almost all the other graves were obscured in shadow. 

The figure pushed his hood back, revealing the face of a young doberman. His ears were pierced, as was his septum, eyebrows and lips. His green eyes glittered with excitement as he walked back toward the stone angel and pulled a heavy black duffel bag from beside its plinth. 

Jared, the doberman, unzipped the bag as he walked back to the center of the pentagram and dumped the dead body of a large dog out of it into the middle of the star. The dog’s throat had been cut and his head lolled at an unnatural angle. Its spine glistened wetly in the dim light of the candles through the gash slashed in its neck. Almost hungrily, the darkness pressed in closer. 

The young doberman stepped out of the circle of candles and made his way back toward the stone angel. He didn’t notice as his jeans caught on one of the candles and tipped it over, snuffing it out. He raised his hands above his head and began to chant out the strange words that he had found on the occult based website a few nights ago. Words that were supposed to summon a demon. 

Jared was a Satanist. His mother hated it, and his father constantly argued with him about it, but the young canine liked the attention it brought him. It was edgy and edgy was cool. He knew his neighbor was already looking for her dog, but she would never find him. His annoying barking would never again plague the neighborhood, as he served as the sacrifice in the center of Jared’s pentagram. 

As Jared chanted, long red lines of light began to crisscross along the lines he had carved in the dirt above the graves. It seemed to flow and shift like luminescent blood, until the entire pentagram was lit up in the darkness. The body of the dog seemed to stretch and contort, bones snapping, flesh tearing as though something bigger than the corpse itself had taken residence in the muscles and bones. Jared smiled as he heard the popping and crackling of flesh and cartilage, knowing that his summoning was working. 

The body of the dog hardly resembled the german shepherd that it had been. Its ribs had burst through its flesh and fur like jagged fingers. Its muzzle had gaped open until the bottom jaw had snapped from the top, leaving the jaw to hang limp and the purple, dead tongue to flop and sag as the body jerked and writhed. With a sudden, disgusting burst, the entire carcass exploded outward. Innards, flesh, fur and bones spread around the circle in a macabre pattern, though not a piece escaped beyond its edge. 

Jared did not turn around to look. The website had expressly forbidden it. He was only to focus on the chanting, making sure not to miss a single stanza or the ritual would fail. Even with the revolting noises behind him, and now with the smell of sulfur burning his nostrils, Jared refused to look. He did not see the shattered bones reforming themselves, he did not see the  flesh knitting, the organs shifting. He didn’t see the horrendous, twisted form that the corpse of the dog had taken on, until it was too late. Cerberus had been summoned. 

Through gaps in the stretched and dead flesh the demon had been summoned into, fire burst and smoldered, ash falling to the ground as the fur was burned away. The fire further changed the dead flesh into something more suitable for the demon, as it spread across his body. The mutilated body was forged into something greater than just a corpse, its flesh remade into Cerberus’s own. The demon dog was massive, nearly the size of a pony. His sleek form was devoid of fur, instead only scarred and twisted flesh covered the bare rippling muscle beneath the skin. He had the appearance of being burned, or splashed with acid, his flesh puckered, scarred, and pitted. It was mottled black and pink and his eyes were chunks of glowing brimstone with wide staring pupils the rolled crazily in his sockets. 

As Jared finished the last line of his chant, he lowered his arms and turned around to take stock of his handiwork. What he found was Cerberus’s twisted face an inch from his own. The hellhound’s rancid breath blew over the young doberman’s nose, smelling of death and decay. Jared gagged, staggering back until he bumped into the angel statue. He had not been expecting this. The horrifying creature before him was entirely different from what the website had described. Worse than that, however, was the startling fact that the enormous demon’s forepaws were outside the confines of the pentagram. He was not contained. 

“Foolish mortal,” Cerberus growled, his voice a mixture of gravelly tones and deep gurgling like the bubbling of a magma pool. “You dare call Cerberus from the pits of Hell and do not even take enough care to ensure your own safety?” 

Jared shivered in terror, his eyes drawn straight to the candle that he had unknowingly knocked over. Instead of being summoned bound to his will, Cerberus had just been summoned. The huge demon was free to do as he pleased. 

“Your folly will cost you dearly, mortal, but I, Cerberus, will benefit greatly from your stupidity!” The huge hellhound lunged forward and grabbed Jared’s hoodie in his jaws. Jared screamed. “No! No, please! Let me go! LET ME GO!!” he shouted, struggling as the hellhound tossed his head and threw him into the circle. 

Jared stumbled and fell hard, landing in the center of the pentagram. Before he could turn himself over, Cerberus was on him again. With paws and teeth the hellhound shredded Jared’s clothing, tearing his hoodie and jeans apart and making short work of his boxers. Naked and terrified, Jared screamed and cried, and tried to crawl away but Cerberus pinned him with one huge paw. Against Jared’s bare fur and flesh, Cerberus’s paw began to burn him. Smoke curled up around the edges of the huge paw that pressed into Jared’s shoulder blades, burning him like a branding iron. Jared screamed louder, his hands scrabbling on the dirt for purchase, tearing his claws out on the grass as he tried to get away from the agony. His torment was only just beginning. 

Cerberus dragged the doberman closer to himself, scraping him along the ground until the young dog’s head was between Cerberus’s front legs. Wherever the demon hound’s skin touched Jared, it burned him, leaving blisters on his sleek form. The hellhound roughly handled the doberman up into a kneeling position and Jared realized belatedly what the hellhound was going to do when what felt like a hot poker touched the tender skin of his asshole. 

Between Cerberus’s haunches there hung an enormous sheath, longer than Jared’s forearm and thicker than his bicep. Behind it, a pair of gigantic testicles flopped and jostled in their hairless bag, just as scarred and puckered as the rest of the huge demon’s body. From that enormous sheath there poked several inches of smoldering red cock, and that cock was currently burning blisters into Jared’s defenseless anus. It hadn’t even penetrated him yet, Cerberus was sadistically letting Jared feel what was about to violate him, like a proud lover showing off his endowment. 

“No! Oh god, help me! Somebody! Anybody! For the love of god, help me!” Jared screamed, sobbing in agony as he felt the searing agony of the demon’s cock against his asshole. 

“No one will help you now, mortal fool. Not even god.” Cerberus growled, chuckling horrifyingly in his throat. He jerked Jared up against him and with a savage, hateful thrust, jabbed his fiery rod deep into the doberman’s ass. 

Jared’s anal muscles snapped like rubber bands as the huge cock thrust into his body. He screamed until his vocal cords gave out, but the agony never abated. He could feel his flesh tearing around that massive dick that was only growing larger inside his body, even as he smelled his own blood and flesh being cooked by the heat that emanated from Cerberus’s vicious cock. 

Cerberus began to thrust, his cock getting bigger with each pump of his hips, and Jared’s eyes rolled in his head as he felt his intestines being simultaneously burned and destroyed by the huge cock inside him. Cerberus’s massive balls slapped against Jared with each thrust, pummeling his taint and the doberman’s own far smaller, defenseless testicles, burning them each time. His back had been rubbed into a slab of burned and blistered meat, his upturned asscheeks faring no better. Everywhere Cerberus touched it burned like touching bare flame. 

Jared prayed to die. He begged silently to pass out, to die, anything to ease the pain of his guts being cooked and scrambled by the huge demon’s unrelenting cock. He regretted his decisions and begged for forgiveness but it was too late. Cerberus’s thrusting only grew more insistent, his hips pumping frantically like any dog during mating. The sizzling squelch of his dick tearing up Jared’s insides was barely audible over the hellhounds panting and grunting. Thick, black slobber drooled in long ropes from his jaws, dripping down onto the grass to burn smoking holes in the dirt. 

The huge demon’s knot slowly began to form at the base of his cock. As huge as his cock already was, the knot was the nearly the size of Jared’s own head. The huge bulb slapped against the doberman’s mutilated hole, further burning him until blistered skin became blackened meat. Finally, with a particularly cruel thrust, Cerberus thrust that huge knot inside Jared. 

The young doberman’s body split around the hugeness of the demon’s knot. His hips popped out of their sockets with an audible crunch, as his flesh split open along his back and down across his groin. His scrotum tore in half, his testicles sliding out to bounce and dangle on their cords as his penis too was rent in twain. His spine was bared as blood poured out of the doberman in a crimson river, sizzling wherever it touched Cerberus’s flesh. As much agony as that caused him, Jared hardly felt it. What he did feel however was the gallons of magma hot semen the demon was pumping into his chest cavity, bathing his heart and lungs in liquid fire. 

Jared couldn’t scream. He could hardly think. His entire world was excruciating agony. He could feel his lungs and his heart being boiled inside his chest even as his intestines slid out of the split cavity in his back and groin. He wretched, wetly, and the demon’s hot cum poured out of his mouth and nose, burning his throat, his tongue and his sinuses. It was too much. Jared finally died, tasting the hellhound’s cum, feeling his mouth and throat blister as his innards were cooked and scrambled, leaving nothing but a sheath and meat and bone around Cerberus’s mighty cock. 

Cerberus gloried on, heedless that his victim had expired. He kept cumming until his cum had flooded out of Jared’s lifeless body through both his mouth and nose, and through his ruined abdomen, boiling his torn dick and his testicles and burning the fur from the rest of his body. What was left resembled what Cerberus himself looked like. Burned and twisted, dead, and mutilated. 
The hellhound reached down and pushed the corpse off of his cock with a wet, crunching slurp, his huge cock still drooling his demonic semen onto the grass. Wherever it fell, small plumes of fire rose up from the grass and it literally glowed in the night’s darkness. The same lines of red light grew up out of the pentagram and Cerberus laughed darkly as Jared’s body underwent the same horrific transformation that the corpse of his neighbor’s dog had endured. 

Jared’s flesh rent and tore, split and jerked as his bones snapped and his organs spilled out onto the grass in the puddle of blood and cum that Cerberus had left him in. He too eventually burst apart, and came back together as a second hellhound slowly formed itself from his flesh. As before, fire burned out through the holes in the ragged skin that had once been Jared, and burned away all trace of the young doberman to bring Cerberus’s brother, Orphus, into physical being. 

Orphus looked very similar to Cerberus, except the fire of his eyes was green instead of the smoldering red of Cerberus’s own. The two hellhounds greeted each other, tongues licking and leaving blistering patches wherever their skin touched. Seeing his brother’s still erect cock hanging between his back legs, Orphus slurped his tongue over it, licking it clean. Steam rose from the huge cock and Orphus’s tongue as he licked, Cerberus panting as his brother’s tongue worked itself over his meat. 

“We must find another sacrifice to bring Garm into this world.” Cerberus grunted as his  cock started to soften and slide back into its scarred and pitted sheath. Orphus, who was slightly smaller than his older brother, nodded his head. “I smell a suitable body nearby, a dog.” 

“The graveyard keeper.” Cerberus agreed. “Let us go and fetch him to the circle.” 

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Across the graveyard, the light of an electronic lantern glowed among the gravestones. Albert was doing his rounds as groundskeeper for the graveyard, the tall great dane’s ears perked to listen for any unusual sounds. A shiver ran up the great dane’s spine, even under the jacket that he wore against the coolness of the October night. Albert looked around warily, feeling as though he was being watched. All he could see was mist gathered around the headstones and statues, the darkness of the moonless night seeming thicker than usual. 

	Then, suddenly, Albert’s eyes fell on two glowing orbs of green light, hovering above one of the tombstones. He blinked, trying to discern what he was looking at, but it was too dark to see anything other than the green balls themselves. He scowled, figuring some hooligan was playing an early Halloween joke. 
	
	“If you don’t leave, I’m calling the cops!” Albert yelled, raising his lantern high to try and see the miscreant, but the light didn’t reach him. “You’ve got five seconds to pack it in or you’ve had it, kiddo.” 

	The ‘eyes’ however didn’t move. They just hovered there, unblinking, unmoving. Albert approached them, thinking that perhaps the hooligan had set some sort of contraption up to scare him without getting caught. He was halfway across the dozen or so yards that separated him from the lights when suddenly the lantern light fell across something he did not expect. 

	Orphus leered in the stark light of the lantern, the massive hellhound standing still, watching the groundskeeper. Albert froze. He blinked, trying to discern what he was looking at. Surely it wasn’t real! It couldn’t be real; it was horrific! 
	
“W-wh-What’s going on!? Who’s idea of a joke is this?” Albert yelled, but even to him his voice sounded thin and weak, tinged with fear. Orphus slowly took a step forward. Albert’s eyes became pinpricks of terror, illuminated by the light of his electric lantern. For a moment. Albert’s fear stricken fingers dropped the lantern and it shattered on a tombstone and went out with a pop. Orphus was suddenly just a pair of green eyes once more, staring out of the stygian darkness at Albert. 

“N-No! Stay away!” Albert screamed, the great dane turning to run away from the monster staring at him in the darkness. He didn’t get far. As he whirled around, Albert found himself staring into a pair of red eyes this time. Hot, moist air, breath, he realized, blew over his face, reeking of decay and death. Albert’s legs gave out from terror and he fell on his ass with a grunt. He backed away frantically, panting, only to bump against something hard. Albert looked up, slowly, knowing what he was going to see before his eyes fell on Orphus’s face. 

The younger hellhound looked down at the great dane, great strings of slobber falling  from his bared teeth. The black slime dropped onto Albert’s face, near his eye, and hissed as it touched his flesh. Pain seared through the dog’s forehead as the slime dripped, leaving a blistered bare spot where his fur was burned away. Another drop fell heavily, splatting on top of Albert’s eyelid. He screamed as it ate like acid through the flesh of his eyelid and burned into his eye. He tried frantically to wipe it away, clawing at his face, only for the sticky, tar-like drool to burn his fingers to the bone wherever it touched him. 

Albert, now partially blinded, tried to crawl away but found himself grabbed in Orphus’s huge jaws just as Jared had. The hellhound dragged him, and no matter how much the dane struggled and screamed, he could not free himself and no help came to him. 

The great dane sobbed with fear and pain as the hellhound dragged him over the ground between the tombstones. He could still feel the hateful burn of the slobber searing into his eye socket. Fluid and blood ran down his cheek, the great dane shuddering as he realized his eyeball had been entirely liquefied and was now weeping down his face like tears. 
Suddenly, with a jerk of his head, Orphus threw Albert like a ragdoll. He flew over the line of candles at the perimeter of the pentagram that Jared and drawn and landed, as the doberman had before, in the center. 

The lines in the dirt remained, glowing faintly with the red light, but the flames that had  sprung up where Cerberus’s cum had fallen had burned the grass away in their absence. Naked earth now comprised the circle’s center, and the pungent smell of sulfur was thick and acrid. Albert scrambled frantically to find his feet, trying to stand, trying to escape, but just as Jared had been before he found himself pinned to the ground and stripped of his clothing. However the thickness of his jacket afforded him just enough room to wriggled out of it as it smoked and burned under Orphus’s paw. 

Albert stood up, his sizeable endowments flopping between his legs, and tried desperately to run away. Again, Cerberus was there to stop him. The bigger hellhound lashed out with his paw and pinned Albert to the ground on his back, his huge paw on his chest. Albert howled in agony as the hellhounds paw scorched his flesh, smoke wafting up from his flesh as it was branded much as Jared’s back had been. 

“You certainly have more fight in you than the mortal who summoned me.” Cerberus growled, his lips curling in a horrendous grin. “But not for much longer.” 

The hellhound’s massive head lowered and Albert watched in horror as the hellhound licked across his cock and balls. The black slime of his saliva was smeared liberally over Albert’s manhood, the great dane’s tackle looking for a moment as though it had been dipped in tar. Then the burning set in. The burning and the bubbling. Albert’s genitals bubbled and blistered, the skin of his dick dissolving to bare reddish erectile tissue to the cold October air. 

The great dane squirmed, screaming as his genitals melted under the relentless progression of the acidic saliva. His scrotum dissolved, his naked testicles sliding out of their protective covering as the saliva coated them too. His penis was nearly entirely gone, reduced to bloody goo. Albert sobbed, gasping for breath as his chest blackened under Cerberus’s paw, and his precious testicles disintegrated between his legs. Eventually there was nothing left of Albert’s cock and balls except for a gaping hole, edged with the acidic saliva that still ate into his flesh. 

As Albert screamed, his gaping mouth was suddenly filled with something that tasted horrible for the split second before his tongue was set aflame by unyielding agony. Orphus had taken his opportunity and stuffed his own gargantuan cock into Albert’s howling maw. The dane’s remaining eye snapped open wide as his jaw was stretched wider than it had ever been. Steam wafted up from his mouth, and then smoke, as the flesh of his maw was cooked against the rank, stinking flesh of the demon’s cock. 

While still massive, Orphus’s cock was not quite as big as Cerberus’s was. The younger hellhound rocked his hips teasingly, more drool falling from his lips to scatter on Albert’s neck and chest, burning more holes into him. Albert couldn’t scream. The flesh of his mouth was seared onto Orphus’s cock, his tongue cooked through like a piece of meat. He gurgled through his nose as Orphus pushed in more and his jaw snapped with a pop around the girth of the hellhound’s cock. 

Distantly, Albert felt more pain between his legs, and sensed Cerberus moving. The older demon had mounted Albert, but this time had thrust his cock into the gaping hole where Albert’s own manhood had once been. Albert squirmed, his body nearly at its limit as the two hellhounds pressed into him. Their cocks skewered him from end to end as the two huge demons pressed their chests together, and their cocks lifted Albert from the ground with their length. He flailed, weakly, as his insides were crushed and rearranged around the two massive demon cocks. 

Albert died before he had to endure the horrific fucking the two demons gave his body. They thrust into him together from either end, their cocks rubbing against each other. The brother hellhounds kissed as they used the dog’s body as a sort of sleeve between them, their powerful, scarred chests bumping together as smoke rose from the dane’s mutilated body. Finally, they both shot their loads and doused Albert’s body with so much cum that it ran out through every orifice. There was just enough flesh and bone left for the summoning of their youngest brother, Garm, to take place. 

As Albert’s flesh twisted and popped, the two hellhounds watched, their cocks throbbing and bouncing between their haunches. Their cum still leaked from their shafts, their dicks smeared with the guts of the great dane they had just fucked to death. 

Garm’s body materialized out of the meat of Albert’s body, the huge hellhound’s form solidified by fire just as his two brother’s had been. Where Cerberus’s body was brownish, and Orphus’s black, Garm’s body was pale white, his body just as pitted and scarred as his two brothers’ were. His eyes were bright, sulfurous yellow. 

“Brother Garm, join us.” Cerberus invited as his youngest brother formed fully into this physical plane. As Orphus had done, the three brothers greeted each other, and Garm licked both Cerberus’s and Orphus’s cocks clean of the cum and gore that coated each, his tarry saliva having no effect on the twin cocks of his brothers. 

“You know now, my brothers, what we must do. In order to leave this sacred ground permanently, we must defile it. That means we must desecrate the church that presides over this ground. The spell that the fool boy cast won’t last the night, and come the sun, we will pass back into Hell.” Cerberus growled, looking toward the steepled church in the distance. 

The three hellhounds prowled up the sloping lawns of the hill the church was situated on, the darkness hiding their approach. Below the hill the graveyard swept out below them, and further down the lights and houses of a suburb glittered in the night’s darkness. 

They approached the door to the church and Cerberus clawed it down. The interior of the darkened church was simple. Rows of pews, with an altar at the far end. However, Cerberus met something he did not expect. The priest was still in his church. 

As Cerberus tried to prowl into the confines of the holy house, he was violently repelled, his flesh smoking, as he was bowled out into the bodies of his brothers, scattering them. The priest, a lion, stood at the altar, his face grim. 

“I sensed you demons were prowling this night!” He roared, his voice booming with authority. “You shall not enter this House of the Lord!” the priest stood his ground, staring the beasts down like neither Jared nor Albert had had the courage to do. 

“He is too strong, brother!” Orphus lamented as he got to his feet, shaking his head. Cerberus staggered to his feet, his body still burned and smoking from the power of the lion’s faith. 
“It is hopeless!” Garm echoed dejectedly. He looked at the sky. “We have not the time to tempt him, and we cannot get close enough to kill him. We have failed.” 

“No, my brothers, we have not yet failed.” Cerberus rumbled as he turned to face his siblings. “I have yet another trick to reveal, one that I have had no cause to use for centuries,  not since our father’s first litter after me, in the days of the greeks.” 

Orphus and Garm’s eyes widened. 

Cerberus gave them no choice. He released a snarling bark that rattled the windows of the church. It passed over his brothers like a tidal wave, echoing out into the darkness of the  night. 

	“No! Brother, don’t!” Orphus howled. He could utter no more, as his body suddenly split apart down his back and his flesh shredded around his bones. Garm too, howled in anguish as his flesh parted and his bones began to twist and crack much as they had when their bodies had been originally formed. 

Cerberus watched as his two brothers were reduced to squirming piles of flesh and bone and organs, their blood seeping out onto the ground and turning it black all around them. Their howls were reduced to gurgling retches and burbling as their lungs and tracheas were obliterated by jagged bone. 

The twisted sheets of flesh and bone that had once been his siblings suddenly flew toward Cerberus himself and wrapped themselves around his body like a cocoon. The hellhound became a squirming, writhing mass of skin and bone that twisted around him. His own blood flowed out between gaps of the skins as the jagged and sharp bones tore his flesh apart, rent him to pieces along with his brothers. 

For a long while there was nothing but a bloated mass of skin and bone on the lawn of the church, squirming and squelching and popping. Gradually though, the skin and bones began to take shape once more. Slowly, a huge pair of legs formed out of the mass, as well as a gigantic body. It was larger than any of the three hellhounds that had provided the source materials for it. It was colored just as Cerberus had been. 

Slowly, a neck formed itself out of the mass of flesh at the end of the body, a huge lump of flesh pushing up and out of the neck, shaking, twisting, slowly forming. A pair of red eyes burst out from the flesh and sagged against it until they were sucked into sockets that formed around them. A squirming tongue followed, along with teeth and jaws that melded around the tongue itself. Cerberus’s head formed itself once more. A second and third head formed in the same manner, bulging out, popping into place piece by piece until one head with green eyes and one with yellow eyes had taken their place. 

The majority of the grotesque form was colored like Cerberus’s body had been, but the head that had once been Orphus was colored the way he had been, blackish, down his neck until it joined Cerberus’s body. The same for Garm, his pale skin blending into the brownish mass of Cerberus’s musculature. The massive hellhound had become once more the Gatekeeper of Hell, as he had been in the olden days of yore. 

The huge three headed hellhound turned around to face the church once more. The lion stared back at him, as defiant as ever, apparently unphased by the disgusting transformation the hellhound had just undergone. Thick, black slobber dripped from the jowls of each snarling head, their teeth snapping viciously as Cerberus walked toward the door. This time, he stepped into the church without a problem. 

The lion’s face wavered slightly, but he slammed his fist onto the altar and roared, “Begone spawn of Satan! You shall not defile...this church!” for all of his faith, for all of his strength, the priest had never seen such a horrific monster before in his life. The hellhound was something out of legend, out of history and lore, but here he was in the flesh, baring down on him with slobbering jaws bared. 

“I smell fear!” Cerberus snarled, all three of his heads speaking at the same time, their voices blending into a demonic roar of blended tones. “Where’s your faith, holy man?” the hellhound taunted, looming ever closer down the center aisle of the church. Where he was the size of a pony before, Cerberus now towered at the size of an elephant. Had the church doors not been massive and double-sided, he would have never been able to enter the church without tearing down the walls. 

“You...you will...!” The lion stammered, gasping as the huge demon bore down on him like a manifestation of doom. He couldn’t find it in him to finish the sentence. 

“I will what, pathetic mortal? Mutilate you? Destroy you? Devour you? I will do all of these things and more. Your plane will become a second Hell under my dominion! And all due to the foolishness of a stupid boy.” Cerberus roared, and he lunged the last few feet toward the priest. The lion was frozen in terror, trying, and failing, to find the bravery and faith that he once had. 

Those massive jaws descended on him and snapped closed, Cerberus’s maw closing on the lion’s upper torso, while his other two heads grabbed his legs. Blood gushed and the lion roared in agony as the two heads ripped his legs out of socket and devoured them. Blood sluiced down the jaws of the huge beast as Cerberus crunched down on the priest’s head and torso, his jaws crushing in, splitting his skull and cracking his ribs like twigs. In the split moment before the priest died, however, the first rays of dawn rose up over the horizon and lit up the stained glass windows of the church. 

Cerberus roared. By a hairsbreadth, he had been too late. Dawn had come, even as his teeth took the life of the priest that would have freed him to rampage across the world. The shredded torso of the priest fell to the floor with a thud as Cerberus’s roaring form writhed and disintegrated into nothing but a corrosive pool of black sludge that slowly dissolved the priest’s mutilated corpse. 

No one would ever find out where the groundskeeper and priest had gone. No one would ever know where Jared had disappeared to. The mystery of the disgusting black sludge in the church and the burnt, satanic summoning circle in the graveyard would never be answered. By chance the world had been saved from destruction, where the folly of a young doberman had nearly ended it. 

But for how long? Cerberus was not dead, only banished, and it is mortalkind’s lot to make mistakes. Sooner or later, someone would again try to bring the Gatekeeper of Hell under their heel once more. Only fate would decide whether they would succeed...or if once again the hellhound would roam free. 

End...?