Once upon a time there was a great dog demon. The people loved and revered him for his great strength and his unwavering support. Due to his demon nature he was able to quickly eliminate any treat to the village where he resided. His power grew so great that his territory spread to the outlining forests as well. This time period was very profitable to the people of the village. But with great power came great cost, this dog demon had no one who he could call on as his. He longed for a love that he could share his days and nights with. Someone who could laugh with him and travel with him throughout his territory. Someone who would understand and accept him for who he was, not his power and prestige. After several years, more than the demon could count the great dog demon began to lose hope of ever finding that someone who completed the empty part of his soul. That someone who filled him and gave him purpose. After time no threats dared enter his domain and the demon soon found himself bored, and with that boredom he began to withdraw himself from the presence of the villagers. The great demon grew bitter and resentful of the humans and their seemingly happy lives and ability to find love and grow families. As more time passed the dog demon eventually became more feral then civilized. Enough time passed where his name was barley mentioned and before long he began to become just a legend, a mystery, a folklore that parents told their children that wouldn't behave. His name was whispered with a hint of fear and over time no one dared enter his territory if they wished to live. The dog demon who was once regarded as a god, over time became the nightmare that resided in the woods.