Hell, a place reserved for the most evil of souls after death. But unfortunately, its basically also where they become the lamb for the slaughter to Heaven. Once every year, a group of angels known as exorcists come down and slaughter whoever they see. Down in the middle of the streets of Pentagram City, we see a fox hellhound running for his life.

He ran through the streets, seeing much death and carnage brought upon by the exorcists. He quickly ran into an alleyway, holding an open bloody gash across his chest. He fell to the ground as he hears and sees the fireworks going off, signaling the end of this years extermination. He looks up to see the angels flying back to Heaven.

Hellhound: sighs Thank Satan its over.

He winces in pain and looks down at his open fatal wound and sighs.

Hellhound: Bloody hell, I ain't looking so good.

???: Holy shit, are you okay!?

Hellhound: CRIKEY!!

He looks over to see a woman. A female imp caring a book.

Imp: Oh fuck, you're hurt bad.

Hellhound: Yeah? No shit, sherlock. Hehe, sorry just lightening the mood with humor to distract from the pain I'm in.

Imp: I can help.

Hellhound: You can heal this? You know advanced first aid or something?

Imp: Eh, something like that.

She walks over to him and crouches down. He slips his jacket off so she can better see it. She examines the gash before flipping her book open and reciting something from it with her hand on the wound. Her hand starts to glow as the hellhound watches with astonishment. Once she's done, she moves her hand away to show that the gash was fully healed, leaving only a scar where it once was.

Hellhound: Crikey. Thank you.

Imp: No problem. Here, follow me. I'll take you back to my place.

Hellhound: You sure?

Imp: Positive, you look like you could use something to eat anyway.

He thinks about it for a bit before shrugging and standing up while throwing on his jacket.

Hellhound: Fuck it, got nothing else going on.

Crystal: Great, my name is Crystal.

Crystal holds her hand out to him and he smiles and takes it.

Jesse: Jesse, Jesse "Fang" Howler

As they walk through the streets of Hell, they see many demons getting back to business. Some getting back to their lives, some getting to work, others cleaning up the blood and guts that was left from the recent massacre. They arrive in a small apartment and Crystal unlocks the door. Upon entering, Crystal is met with a happy and joyful quief who Crystal immediately pets.

Crystal: Lilac, hey girl! I'm sorry I wasn't home in time. You must have been worried sick about mama.

The quief, now named Lilac barks happily then see's Jesse. She runs up and cuddles him.

Crystal: Aww, she likes you.

Jesse: Well, ain't you just bloody precious?

Jesse smiles and picks up Lilac and pets her. Crystal immediately gets started on dinner while they chat and Jesse grabs a soda from her fridge.

Crystal: So, what were you doing outside?

Jesse: Trying to find somewhere to book a show. Hadn't had any luck so far.

Crystal: Book a show?

Jesse: Yeah, I'm working on becoming a famous Rockstar across Hell.

Crystal: Ah okay, how big we talking?

Jesse: I'm talking, Verosika Mayday big.

Crystal: Hahaha, well someone is feeling confident.

Jesse: Believe me, I'm plenty confident sweetheart. What about you? What's your story, mate?

Crystal: Well, I was out for a walk and looking for work when the extermination started. Fortunately, I hid in an empty dumpster.

Jesse: I see, no job?

Crystal: I do have a job, It's just that living in Pentagram City really drains your wallet. Not as much as the Greed Ring, but you get the idea.

Jesse: Yeah, the prices here can be quite criminal. What is your current job?

Crystal: Bodyguard. I've done it for Stolas and Asmodeus.

Jesse: Shit, the Lust Sin and the Goetia Prince?

Crystal: Yeah, that's how I got that grimoire.

Jesse: It also explains the way your tail looks.

Crystal: smiles and waves her tail Yeah, I thought it looked cool. How's that career working out?

Jesse: Eh, no luck so far. I ain't giving up though. My parents always encouraged me to keep going and to not give a shit about those who tell me otherwise.

Crystal: They sound cool.

Jesse nods and shows her a picture. The picture shows a young Jesse smiling and standing with two people. One was a female fox sinner and the other was a male husky hellhound.

Crystal: Wait, these are your birth parents?

Jesse: Yeah, its exactly what it looks like. I'm a half breed of a sinner and a hellhound.

Crystal: Woah, I can't imagine how hard that must have been like growing up.

Jesse: Oh it fucking sucked. At least I developed some cool sinner powers. I can weaponize music.

Crystal: Woah, that's awesome!

Jesse: Damn straight, it rocks!

Crystal: Hehe, you're pretty cool. Can you play something?

Jesse: Ah, I don't know.

Crystal: Please?

Jesse: Eh, okay.

Jesse pulls out a duel neck guitar and begins playing a tune and sings.

https://youtu.be/mZkB8e4t5HA

Crystal smiles and applauds with a bright smile.

Crystal: That was awesome!

Jesse: Thank you, I'm glad you enjoy. And best part is I can control other instruments when I can. Unfortunately, I can't get a second voice.

Crystal: Hmm, what if I joined you?

Jesse: Huh?

Crystal: If you want to do bigger songs, you'll need a backup singer. I can help with that.

Jesse: Hm, it would be a nice change of pace. Alright, welcome to the Hounds of Hell.

Crystal: Hounds of Hell?

Jesse: It's the band name.

Crystal: I love it.

Jesse: Now I just need a way to fund my shows.

Crystal: We'll figure something out. Even if it takes years. Oh, I think dinner is ready.

Jesse: Alright, lets see if you cook as well as you say.

The two laugh as they both grab a plate and begin eating and continue talking, a new friendship having been formed.