A/N: Hello there! AK here, and *this* is a Surprise! I saw someone asking for a fic where Nico plays with Cerberus on Tumblr, so here it is!
Summary: Cerberus gets some well deserved play time.
Here boy!
The Underworld.
A dark and dreary place filled with the souls of dead people. But the dead are not all that reside here…
The Palace of Hades.
A magnificent castle, with dark spires reaching into the sky as if they could spear Olympus if only they tried hard enough. It is a place filled with mystery and lethal traps for the unwary eye. There is not much that he could tell thee about it, for he isn't allowed inside.
Lord Hades.
His master and the God of the Underworld. There was little that he could not do- by virtue of his doggedness (he was single headed, so maybe he was single minded?), if not by his sheer power.
But he himself is nothing to scoff at.
His position is that of great importance- he is the Guardian of the Gates.
And if thee hasn't guessed who he was yet… humph.
He supposes he could grace thee with an answer.
He is called Cerberus by all who had the guts to call his name.
He is male and born several eons ago- too early for thine mortal mind to comprehend.
His appearance is that of a three headed canine- one could tell that he was a fierce and noble creature at first glance.
His strength was his strength, brute though it may seem. But it is his strength, along with his ferociousness, that allowed him to follow through his duty in an exemplar manner.
His weakness is well…
*squeak*
His ears pick up.
His tail starts to move- slowly, despite himself.
*squeak*
He crouches low, getting ready to pounce.
The object of his attention slowly comes closer.
Just a bit…
Just a bit…
Ah, almost…
"Fetch!"
Cerberus takes off like a bullet out of a gun.
He uses everything in his power to find that projectile.
He sees a gleam of red in his periphery.
Aha!
He picks it up in his mouth, gentle as a feather, and makes haste to return to his post.
He had often fallen for this before.
It was his indisposition.
When a dog is asked to fetch, he fetches- especially if he's asked to fetch shiny red balls.
It had gotten him into trouble, many a time.
But it is okay for now, because-
Ah, there he is!
Standing proud with his steady shoulders and ramrod back, arms folded and eyes fierce as a storm-
It is the young master, Nico di Angelo.
"Gruff," he greets him.
He gives the young master a few customary licks from each head and sits back on his haunches.
"Hello, Cerberus," he cooed, "Have you been a good boy? Have you?"
He deposits his retrieved treasure in the waiting palm.
"Well done! Now as a reward- fetch!"
Cerberus takes off with a joyful howl.
He was called Cerberus. His strength was his strength, and his weakness was shiny red balls.
Thanks for reading, and Hope you liked it!