Romans & histoires Cerberus Helltaker

He has a stance that can make you intimidated, like it is ordering you to glorify and honor him with all of your life. “Your highness,” the kneeling man started speaking. The tone of his raspy voice is full of respect as he uttered those words. He still kept his head down and stared at the white tiled floor. “I apologize for the sudden intrusion. Unfortunately, a certain news is spreading that the beast Cerberus is going berserk and is spreading havoc in the Cildreth Demon Realm,” the man continued. He is a servant of the man before him. He is also a messenger who never fails to bring him the latest events or happenings, whether may it be on the Althaios or not, Maxime Hadley.

2. He was bloodied, he was tired, and if he were human, he would definitely be pissed off. But as the last of his pack, the Cerberus Alpha had avenged his fallen mates. Lying headless at his feet were the three parasites that had taken them all out, and as he doubled back, he passed the wolves that were massacred like cattle, more fallen kin, knowing he would need to carry back home when this was all over. Through the vines, he padded softly, taking care to carry his weight on the pads of his feet to avoid any sound as he searched for survivors, and as he came to where the trenches looked like asteroid crashes gouging the earth, he saw a small parasite clinging to the betas back, with its pu

The growl became a roar. A steel claw punched through the floor, scattering sparks. Then another. The creature hauled itself up: a massive wolf-shaped frame made of muscle and machine, eyes burning electric blue. Tubes pulsed along its neck where veins should have been. The Cerberus prototype—Julian’s final experiment. Aiden whispered, “He merged a rogue with tech.” Dante didn’t answer; he was already firing. Bullets tore through metal plating, but the beast hardly slowed. It lunged, claws raking concrete where they’d stood a second earlier. The impact shook the whole chamber.

“I-I’m not mortal. Not...anymore -and that’s not -- I mean -- You’re supposed to be, you know-- beastly!” Cerberus put a hand to his broad chest, as if insulted. “Beastly? I'll have you know this is the body most of Hell prefers. Caius sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Tyrel, darling, he is a three-headed hell hound. That is his.well, primal form. This” Caius gestured toward the handsome demon, “is the one he uses when he doesn’t want to rip furniture apart by merely existing.”

I can see her body trembling. "But that's absurd; now he doesn't want us to enter Hell?" I screamed in frustration. "We can't do anything; he is the guard of Hades. Satan's father after Cerberus is now guarding Satan." "Look at its heads—each head has a unique name: Cerberus (meaning demon of the pit), Aidoios (meaning destroyer), and Tisiphone (meaning vengeful destruction). These heads represent the past, present, and future, symbolising the creature's knowledge of all things."

Three heads sat upon a thick, armored collar—the left and right heads were organic, snarling wolves with cybernetic eyes, while the middle head was completely mechanical, a smooth, faceless visor that glowed with the building intensity of a collapsed sun. "It’s Cerberus," Valerius whimpered from behind a rock. "The Gatekeeper. It eats... everything." "It's charging up!" Ben screamed, his voice cracking. "The middle head! It's a particle cannon!" "Scatter!" Jack roared. He tackled Olivia to the right, sliding across the slick ice. Marcus grabbed Ben and Hailey and threw them—literally threw them—to the left, diving behind a pillar of frozen stalagmites just as the air ripped apart.

The crimson eyes in the canyon didn't just blink; they seemed to ignite, casting a blood-red hue over the ash-grey snow of the Ever-Dark. A low growl reverberated through the ground, vibrating up my legs and shaking the marrow in my bones. From the depths of the abyss emerged a behemoth. It wasn't a wolf, nor a dragon. It was a Cerberus of the Void—a three-headed hound made entirely of compressed ash and obsidian bone, standing as tall as a watchtower.

He didn't want to think of the things that happened to her but the fire in him screamed to kill the ones who had hurt her. She was a mystery. He never thought he'd ever get to know anything about her and now she bared her soul in front of him. He felt like shit for playing with her heart like that but maybe he could make everything alright. Hunter couldn't even fathom the thought of her finding out his plan. She would be shattered. 'Hunter,' Luca mind-linked him. 'Yeah,' Hunter's response was tired. 'Berolt was a wizard who worked under Alonso but was killed by rogues at the age of twenty-nine,' Luca said.

His eyes were glowing with gold, coated with black fur, the end of his tail was the head of a serpent, hissing every time he wags it. “We have to step back,” Damon placed his hand across my chest, pushing me backward “Why—aren't we suppose to help?” “This is a fight between Stefan and Cerberus,” “Cerberus,” I parted my lips, “I've read about him, he's a Hellhound, the guard dog for Hell gates,” “Yes,” “But— I swear, I've read it somewhere that he has three he—” Pointing ahead of him, I realized that the dog grew another pair of heads, that was viciously biting sat Stefan

Lucy eyes widened ‘ Just how much does he know’ “ A soul sucker is an instrument ,just like the name implies, used for sucking souls. I also discovered something very interesting, a soul sucker could be anything, it could be a book, a pen, an animal or even a living human. However, a non-living soul sucker was prone to easily defect, an exception to magical instruments, so it’s preferable to have a living soul sucker than a non-living soul sucker” “ I got scared because soul suckers could be anything or anyone and humans were oblivious to it. Because of that, I had an Exorcist make a necklace that could ward off evil “ Lucy finally noticed the necklace on Williams neck Why hadn’t she noticed