Long before man had ever decided to crawl out of caves and walk the face of the earth there was a whole seperate society that lived within the very bowels of the earth. One that had endured before time itself. A realm of gods and monsters..one that created the stories, that became legends that became myths. As all knew of the celestial and heavenly bodies that hosted the Angels and their kind. The same beings who would one day become the defenders of mankind. But as there would be defenders there also had to be those who sought to destroy. Those such creatures were those of devils and demons and the hellhounds.<br/><br/>While the heaven and celestial realm was run by the Angels and their kind. The underworld was much more in dispute but after many years of fighting that had resulted in a stand still and an end to a conflict between hell and the abyss, a lower level of hell. The hounds lead by Hades and Commanded by the Ancient hound Cerberus.<br/><br/>They had forced the black prince and the black throne out of hell and into the Abyss but the hounds had been unable to push any further which created the standstill. As time went on and humans started making their way through history the hounds would come and grant a person what ever they wanted, but in exchange they would have to keep up a payment or a hound would be sent out to retrieve their soul.<br/><br/>Vao Couer'dor walked into the 4th circle's barracks as he shook his head and tapped his dogatgs which caused his soul lantern to appear on his wast which he unclipped from his belt and put it away inside of his locker. "Another day more souls..if anyone needs me i'll be heading to Cinder's for a drink..or five." The young hellhound grabbed his jacket as he wrapped his tail around his waist and let his fires flare up for a second to warm himself up as he walked back out as he was heading into the main city.