@CHTHONICFLORA
fester, unlike the other mutts rotting in the depths of the underworld, knew that the dog fights weren’t hades’ doing. on the contrary, it was his spouse’s — much to some’s utter shock. she wasn’t as innocent as other’s were deceived to think. but being a purebred hellhound, fester knew the best that in the underworld, grew corruption. it bred a twisted change in anyone who wasn’t born there. bloodlust was natural to gain after staying within the sinful realm of the greek gods. not only did he despise the realm he was seemingly imprisoned, but he had grown to hate the creature that it made him become.
it was his ninth dog fight in a row this week that he’d one ; unfairly set against the weaker opponents, he would always come out as the winner — especially after his sharp canines would tear through flesh and bite down to the bone, ultimately strangling the scrawny hounds that was meant to be a challenge to him. but no, he was feral and, not to mention, the alpha of all the fleabags tortured to live a life of misery in the underworld.
sharp, bloodstained jaws snapped at the bejeweled hand persephone reached out to him with. he didn’t bite her — he knew better. the loud popping sound of his teeth clamping down against themselves rang out through a low growl resonating within the back of his throat. it was a warning. he didn’t want to be touched.