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They're still guarding the gates of hell sometimes, sitting there chained up because some random demon decided they shouldn't be locked up at all times if there's no souls to collect. They enjoy it, seeing something different sometimes but it's been different lately. They seem different, if that's even possible for a monster like them.
They used to roam hell more freely, with the king still around they had a different life. He always liked them, even as a small crossroads demon he'd always loved them and treated them well. Of course they were big horrible creatures but they were his big horrible creatures. Nowadays they aren't seen as living things anymore, they're seen as nothing but weapons against humans and hound shaped soul-collectors.
Nobody cares. It doesn't seem to affect all them too much, in fact theres only really one who has changed so drastically. When the king had been gone for a while, Juliet would begin to howl. A sound, utterly painful to listen to, not understanding why he wasn't coming to visit them anymore, why she never sat by the throne anymore. It annoyed the other demons mostly, they tried to shut her up but she would continue and sometimes the other hounds would join in. It was then, when they decided they'd let her out more often, to let her guard the gates and she seems to be satisfied with that. Nobody wonders about her, nobody seems to care now that she's finally silent.
But everyday the hellhound now sits by the gates of hell, looking off into the distance, watching carefully who comes along. Ready to jump up in excitement if she finally sees the familiar shape of his vessel approaching.
She's sitting there, waiting for her owner to return, maybe for centuries to follow.