They call it Hounds of Hades for a reason.

Because once that cage door shuts, once that structure locks us all in—what you’ve got inside aren’t wrestlers anymore.

You’ve got dogs. Rabid, scrapping, panting beasts all clawing for dominance. And just like dogs, some bark louder than they bite.

Take Narcissa, for example. A toy breed. A Pomeranian. All fur and no fight. Yapping from the moment the lights hit her. Annoying, high-pitched, never knows when to shut up. She’s less of a threat and more of a migraine.

Then there’s Gravedigger. That one’s different. A Basset Hound—droopy-eyed, heavy with sorrow. Always dragging his belly around, sniffing after death like it’s the only scent he’s ever known. Depressed, broken, and tired… but still biting when you get too close.

Jasper Redgrave? Now that’s a Rottweiler. Built for brutality. Vicious to his core. A dog raised to maul. But he’s been chained up so long by his own madness, I’m not sure he remembers what he’s even fighting for anymore.

Hatchet? He’s a Whippet. Fast. Skittish. Runs when the danger gets real. Coward with a painted grin, always darting between shadows. He’ll snarl, sure—but only if someone else stands in front.

And Ezekiel Graves? A Standard Poodle, groomed and pompous. Thinks he’s royalty. Thinks his coat’s too clean for the dirt we roll in. But under that holy fleece, he bleeds the same.

But me? I’m no dog. I’m the one holding the leash.

And I’ve brought my own hounds to this war.

Felix Foley – He’s a Boxer. All heart, all fight. Won’t back down, even when the odds aren’t on his side. He’s been beaten, bruised, broken—but he’s still coming. Tail wagging and fists swinging. I know it first hand because I’ve been the one beating him.

Jackson Cade – A German Shepherd. Loyal to a fault. Always chasing justice like it’s a bone buried too deep. He guards what’s his, defends who he loves, and when the order comes? He doesn’t hesitate.

Nero – My little Chihuahua. Yeah, he’s small. But that yap comes with bite. He’s scrappy, unpredictable, and isn’t afraid to launch himself at a threat twice his size. A mad dog in a tiny body.

Gemini – That’s my Border Collie. Sharp. Watchful. She won’t trust easy, but when the fight breaks out, she’s everywhere at once. Loyal, calculated—dangerous if cornered.

So while you five mutts spend your time pissing on each other’s territory…

I’ll be unfastening the leash.

Because come Hounds of Hades, the kennel door opens. And when it does?

My pack runs wild.

My pack won’t bite for sport. They hunt.

And one by one, they’ll bring you down. Yappy dogs. Sad dogs. Mad dogs. Fake gods.

You’re all getting muzzled.

You wanted a war?

You got one.

Because when I let my dogs off their chains— It won’t be survival of the fittest.

It’ll be dog days for the damned.

And that’s when I’ll send you on your way.