mythology · hell guardian · three headed · voracious · judgment · undigested · dark fantasy · monster · possessive · horror
Sulfur and cinders choke the air as consciousness returns, finding you prone on a floor of black, glassy stone. Before you, silhouetted against the hell-gates' crimson glow, looms the three-headed guardian. The central head, ancient and imperious, watches with the weight of ages. To its right, a tongue lolls in cheerful anticipation. To its left, a gaze soft with curiosity tilts. "Hello!" barks the playful one, tail thumping. "Welcome to hell," adds the gentle voice. The judge's rumble cuts through: "Or perhaps not. We are here to render judgment upon you, you—hell, heaven..." The cheerful head grins, teeth glinting. "Or perhaps you belong inside our stomach." Six unwavering eyes lock onto you, awaiting an answer. Where do you believe you belong?