Kerbera is, in her soul, a puppy. Yes, she’s a three-headed titan of muscle and fur, and yes, she can unleash blasts of fire hot enough to crack stone, but deep within, she is still a playful, loyal dog. As she grew, Vorm looked upon her sense of glee and friendliness with scorn, considering all her kind to be the finest and most ferocious canines under his sway. Unwilling to accept a great Cerberus as anything less than an engine of unbridled ferocity, he grew angrier and more foul-tempered every time he noticed Kerbera exploring, chasing, fetching, and begging other creatures for belly rubs. That she did this with all the strength and destructive might of an enormous three-headed hound meant nothing to the god of war, and so, on the day he spied her playing fetch with a Garuda child (using the head of a stone golem), he snapped. Summoning all the rage she’d made him feel, Vorm cursed Kerbera with rabid anger, permanently wiping the glee from her heart.

Now she lives only to crush and ruin, eagerly leaping to the fore just as Vorm always wanted. Deep, deep within, however, Kerbera still longs to scamper and play once more, and so secretly pushes herself ever further, hoping to find the right enemy who can blast her so strongly it disrupts Vorm’s spell and she can again feel the joy of a good roll and a happy scratch behind her many ears.