It didn't take long for the labyrinth of Hades to render us lost/disoriented. We were still together though. I could function well enough in a place like this; this was still a familial domain to me despite its hellish nature. I was more worried for Strange and Thor; both were very powerful but brother Hades hadn't been wrong about their power being diminished here. My power was only greater here because I was the Olympian messiah; even my other Olympian kindred (minus War) would be less powerful here. Hades truly was king of his domain, inasmuch as brother Poseidon was the true aqua man.
We could now sense it; constant demon growls. The maze continued to shift and distort; much like Strange's mind bending reality morphing battles. We were ever tense, battle ready. Then, the demons came through - and from all directions! We three went at them in separate directions. I punched/kicked away demon beasts that were transparent only, but nothing regarding physical law really mattered in a place like this. It rather depended more on the power levels of the beings doing battle; and of their power being magical in nature.
I did a physics defying super spin kick that took out three beats in one move. Huzzah! A demon beast tried to snap its teeth into my arm, which would have pierced/hurt me, but I knew my own vulnerability better than this fiend did, I should think! I put a super right into its jaw and broke its something of a neck. It disappeared into the air and I kept going at it. From behind/around me I could hear Strange and Thor battling their Hades' deployed foes as well. Strange vaporized them and Thor "hammered" them back into nothingness to await reconstitution.
The enemies continued to build. The maze shifted and another opening appeared. My gut said go through it. "Follow me!" My companions and I did so. I bashed away the demons in front of me while Thor/Strange watched my ever lovely caboose. We ran through; the maze shifted again; the opening was now closed to us. "Now what?" said Strange. We brought our backs closer together. All of our major fighting angles were covered.
Then, we heard it... A simultaneous set of growls. Like Cheetah's roar, I knew that growling, plural, anywhere. "Cerberus..." Strange paled. "You're kidding?" "I wish I were doc." Thor said, "How do we kill it?" "It's not really alive in the first place. It's an extension of Hades' divine power; it's the ultimate guard dog." Strange joked. "I wish I had a really big bone right now..." "This is hardly a humorous matter doctor," admonished Thor. "Oh? It's the perfect time for such," said the supreme sorcerer. The maze shifted again. "What the-?" said Strange.
I knew what was about to happen. I didn't wait. "Diana!" they said after me; but they'd understand very soon what had seemed like rashness was rather tactical initiative. This maze shift had been deliberate; it had also given off some kind of predatory intent; something I could clearly sense. I took to the air right as mighty Cerberus came through the shifting gloom. The leftmost head of the very real beast snapped its massive set of teeth at me but I flew around them and punched it hard in the jaw. The greatest of all hell hounds staggered. Strange/Thor were quick to take the hint and move in. Strange blasted it with potent magical energy while Mjolnir shot out Asgardian lightning into the hell hound as well to nail it with an Avenger double whammy.
It started to overcome their combined power though and started for them; my lasso wrapped itself firmly around its torso and held it back from lunging at my companions. I punched its middle head to keep it stunned. My companions took the hint even more and hit the beast with even more of their power. We had to finish it off before it drew on its considerable bank of hell power, which literally being in hell meant it was nearly endless.
Thor lunged into the air and brought the hammer down on the hound's right head; it shattered and killed it. It yelped/whimpered in pain through its surviving two heads. Strange put a super concentrated burst of power into his next hit and took out the left head in one blow. Okay; a hound head for each of us then; how poetic! I flew up lifted the hell hound into the air with the lasso and spun around with super speed/strength to bring the ensnared hound down hard to smash its middle head right into the ground. It died then/there and vanished.
The gates of hell were now open to us. Yippee; lucky us! Our progress was solid.
Hang on Peter!