Not only did Zidane get stuck with a premature death courtesy of "unforeseen circumstances," he was also not playing by Hades' rules. He wasn't going to murder innocent people for the sake of living again--what would he say to his friends when he got back? Hey guys! How's it going? You wouldn't believe what my afterlife was like!

Ha ha ha. No way.

His completely-stubborn soul wasn't taking a swim in the river though, no way. Which meant not only was he being utterly useless to Hades, but he was also getting in the way. Eventually, Hades found a way to punish him: feed the pooch.

Seemed simple enough to Zidane until he realized that the "pooch" was a three-headed gate guardian by the name of Cerberus and the "food" was about the size as the mutt.

"Crap!" He barely dodges a set of jaws going for him, tail skirting out of reach as he tumbles. "I'm not your meal!!" he yells, running towards the slab of meat from who-knows-what kind of creature. "This is your food!"

Or maybe it isn't and this is all just a hilarious game to Hades. The god might even be watching from somewhere, eating popcorn.

This time, he only manages to dodge one mouth, but the middle head grabs him up by the tail before he can make it away and he yells out in pain as he's pulled up, unsheathing his daggers and throwing one like a boomerang, but the beast doesn't seem all that perturbed.

"Shi--someone give me a hand?! Anyone?!"

He's pretty sure his voice just echoes through the cavern. Dammit! What happens if a soul gets eaten, anyway?!