Heaven, Hell and Earth react to Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss

{Heaven}

For the first time since Lucifer's fall, the serene and tranquil streets of Heaven have been shattered by the shocking revelation that the angels have been killing sinners for an unknown length of time.

The heavenborn were horrified by this news, refusing to believe that Heaven permitted such actions against demons, no matter the punishment.

However, the winners were the most deeply affected. Not only did they realize that some of their family members, friends, and acquaintances were missing, but the thought that they might never see them again was too much to bear, causing some to faint in shock.

However, it was a stark comparison to the outrageous, horrified uproars behind the pearly gates of Heaven as those who were brave enough called for an explanation from the heavenly council. The wondrous paradise, once so serene and void of even the slightest doubt was now a cracked visage of what it once was.

"What the hell was that bullshit?!"

"No.... that can't possibly be true."

"We need an explanation for this right now!!!"

The various uproars from the winners overwhelmed Emily and Saint Peter as they tried to calm them down, with little to no success.

"C-calm down, everyone! I'm sure there's a reasonable explanation for all of this," Emily tried to explain. Unfortunately, the crowd was too angry to listen.

"A reasonable explanation?! Those angels killed demons?! They could be our friends!! Our families!!" A dog winner roared, and the other winners voiced their agreement.

The heavenborn stood in the background, their hearts aching with pain as they could do nothing but watch as the angry mob grew larger and more furious.

"Oh great heavens!" A ladybug cherub called Dara exclaimed with a surprised tone as she and her friends watched the entire scene unfold. "I never would've imagined that the higher-ups were involved in all of this."

"Yeah, I mean I have seen some of them wear those uniforms before but I thought that they were going to the gym." A cat cherub muttered in disbelief. "Not slaughtering those demons on a daily basis!"

"Well, maybe they deserved it." They turned their heads towards a female angel with pigtails, with a blue gown frowned at the screen.

"I mean that's hell! A paradise for all of those murderers and pedophiles! What makes you think that they don't deserve death, they should be erased permanently if I have a say in it." She said angrily.

"That's not true!" A dog cherub interjected, not agreeing with what she was saying, "Maybe some of them just made a mistake."

"A mistake?! Did you even hear yourself?!" She yelled back at the cherubs, startling them before she took a deep breath and continued, "Perhaps there are a few people who don't deserve to go to Hell, but what's done is done and now they're paying for the consequences of their actions."

Exterminator Angel Bunkers:

The exterminators shared a collective unease under the weight of apprehension. A foreboding sense of dread washed over them as they exchanged glances.

"Shit... this is bad," one of them muttered, her voice trembling. "Can you hear that, ladies?"

Gazing out from the expansive windows of their accommodation, another exorcist winced at the discord erupting from the streets below, the volume so intense it seemed to shake the very foundations of their home.

"I mean, we couldn't have messed up that badly, right?" Viola muttered, her voice tinged with uncertainty. "If Sera gave us the green light, it must've been justified!"

"Viola's got a point," Another chimed in, looking at Emily and Saint Peter attempting to quell the rising tide of outrage.

"By the way, where's Morgana?" A blonde exorcist asked her comrades, her tone slightly concerned. "She was supposed to be here for last week's meeting."

"I'm not sure." A small exorcist muttered, "I haven't seen her since the last extermination. Maybe she's at home?"

They exchanged looks of concern, as none of them had seen her in the heavenly realm since the last extermination. They couldn't help but wonder if she had been killed by those sinners.

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!" The entire barracks trembled as Adam slammed his fist into the wall, his rage boiling over at the revelation of their secret operation to all of Heaven.

"That fucking bastard! Who the hell does he think he is, exposing the exterminations like that?!" he roared, his voice shaking the room.

Lute, though slightly unnerved by her leader's outburst, had spent enough time with him to know how to handle the situation. She steadied herself, ready to step in and calm him down before things spiraled further out of control.

"Sir, you need to calm down!" she shouted, her voice cutting through the tension. Adan halted his furious assault on the wall and spun around, his face twisted with rage as he glared at her.

"Calm down?! You're telling me, ME to fucking calm down, Lute?!" He bellowed, his voice reverberating through the room. The other exorcists flinched and even the Kitsuna turned their attention to the enraged man. "Do you have any idea what this mess is going to cost us?! The Winners are going to riot for days! They won't understand why we had to kill them, and now we're going to pay the price!"

Lute winced but stood her ground, She wasn't about to back down now. "All I'm saying, sir, is that now that the exterminations have been exposed by that Kieran.." She shot a glare at the smug expression of the so-called 'God of Light.' "You're right that we'll have to face the consequences. But right now, we need to focus on damage control. If the Winners riot, they could cause massive destruction in Heaven, and we CANNOT let that happen."

Adam struggled to form a rebuttal, but the more he thought about it, the more he realized his lieutenant's words held truth. Reluctantly, he let out a frustrated sigh.

"Fine, fine!" Adam threw his hands up in exasperation. "I'll go to Sera and sort out this fucking mess."

With that, the First Man turned sharply and strode away, the sound of his wings unfurling as he flew off while Lute followed closely behind, her focus entirely on keeping pace with her leader. Unbeknownst to either of them, a Kitsuna trailed silently in their wake, tiny wings sprouting from its back as it discreetly shadowed the pair.

Promenade:

"Please, everyone, just listen to me!" Emily's voice rang out across the promenade, cutting through the cacophony of the enraged mob. Their cries of outrage and betrayal swelled like a storm, their anger fueled by the revelation of a secret kept from them for who knows how long.. 

Her chest tightened. She'd only just learned of Sera's possible involvement in the exterminations herself, and now the Winners, once serene souls, had taken up arms as they march toward the celestial palace. 

Failure. The word burned in her throat. She had failed to ensure their happiness and consent, failed to see the truth sooner. Their pain was her pain, their anger a reflection of her own guilt. She understood why they directed their rage at the seraphim and archangels, their accusing stares piercing through her like daggers. Yet, despite it all, she gathered what little strength she had left and made one final plea, her voice trembling but resolute.

"I know you're all angry and horrified, and believe me, I didn't realize any of this until now either. But please, calm down! We can figure this out together, I promise!" Emily pleaded, her voice trembling with desperation.

"You promised?" The crowd turned towards a Winner who had stepped forward, a rabbit-like figure with drooping ears and a large, fluffy tail. Tears streamed down his face as his fists shook with rage. "You promised to help me find my sister! You promised you'd bring her back! And now she's probably in Hell, dead because of you seraphims!"

Saint Peter, who had known Emily since she was a child, stepped forward, his expression stern. "Hold on now, don't speak to her like that. She's just as clueless as the rest of us. She had no part in this... this 'cleanse.'" His words sparked a heated exchange between him and the Winners, their voices rising in anger and frustration.

Emily could only watch in stunned silence, her heart breaking as the animosity between them grew. The unity she had always believed in was crumbling before her eyes, and she felt powerless to stop it.

"What's going on here?" A voice cut through the chaos, accompanied by a sudden, blinding flash of light in the center of the promenade. The crowd fell silent, startled, as the light dimmed to reveal a familiar figure. 

He looked human, almost human to be exact, with dark brown, woolly hair framed his face, a small beard resting above his warm, dark skin. He wore a pristine white robe which was adorned with a red sash, and six magnificent wings stretched from his back. A golden halo, resembling a delicate headband, floated above him, and his hands were covered in white gloves. 

Beside him, a Kitsuna began playfully with its kin, entirely indifferent to the tension in the air. 

Gasps rippled through the crowd. How could they not recognize him? His face had been immortalized in every Bible throughout human history. 

"Uncle Jesus!" Emily squealed, her despair momentarily forgotten as she rushed forward and threw her arms around him. He chuckled warmly, as he returned the embrace. 

"It's good to see you too, Emily," He said, his voice gentle. "It's been a while. Look at you, you've grown so much." 

His gaze then shifted to the stunned crowd, his expression calm but inquisitive. "Now then," he began, his tone patient yet firm, "Would someone kindly explain to me what's happened here?"

{Earth}

While Heaven grappled with the shocking revelation of the so-called 'cleanse,' the living world was equally captivated, their attention seized by the unfolding broadcast. A wave of morbid curiosity swept through humanity, freezing the world in an unsettling stillness. Streets that once teemed with life now lay eerily empty, save for the occasional onlooker glued to their screens, transfixed by the news.

The absence of bustling crowds and the deafening silence, devoid of the usual hum of activity, created an atmosphere that felt almost cinematic, like a scene ripped from an apocalyptic film. It was as though the pulse of humanity had momentarily ceased, leaving behind a vast, haunting emptiness that stretched endlessly, as if the world itself was holding its breath.

United States of America

The White House:

"Mr. President? General Matthew is here as you requested," Chris Miller, the Secretary of Defense, announced as he stepped into the Oval Office, his tone laced with urgency as his gaze swept across the room, taking in the three men and the Kitsuna that had gathered inside.

The president and his predecessors sat in the solemn silence of the Oval Office, their faces etched with exhaustion and concern as the weight of the crisis hung heavy in the air, a stark contrast to the room's usual aura of authority. Communications had been severed by the mysterious broadcast, plunging not just the nation, but the entire world, into uncertainty.

Around them, black ops operatives stood guard at every window and doorway, their presence a silent reminder of the heightened security. Technicians and specialists, summoned by the president, were scattered across the room, pouring over stacks of documents and computer screens, desperately trying to unravel the mystery of how the screens had appeared.

Joe Biden let out a deep sigh, then gestured to Chris with a polite nod. "Thank you, Chris. Please send him in." His voice was steady, but the gravity of the situation was unmistakable.

General Matthew entered the room, his military uniform adorned with medals and pins that spoke volumes of his service towards his nation. His presence commanded respect, and his expression was one of unwavering determination. He then offered a respectful nod to the president and the others before speaking.

"Mr. President, I'm glad you called me in, especially given the... unprecedented nature of this broadcast. We're mobilizing every available resource to address this situation," He reported, his voice firm and urgent, reflecting the seriousness of the crisis at hand.

Joe Biden rose from his seat, his expression grave, and extended his hand to General Matthew, clasping it in a firm handshake. 

"Thank you for coming, General. I'm grateful you responded so quickly," He said, his voice steady despite the weight of the situation. He settled back into his chair behind the desk, flanked by a multitude of bodyguards ready to act at a moment's notice. 

With a gesture toward an armchair across from him, Biden invited the general to sit. As General Matthew took his seat, Biden leaned forward, his hands clasped tightly. 

"How are the people holding up? I can only imagine the panic, knowing the afterlife is real," Biden asked.

"They're... not doing well, Mr. President," General Matthew admitted, his voice heavy with frustration. 

Barack Obama, seated to Biden's left, interjected, "What's happening out there?"

"Riots have erupted across the country," General Matthew explained with a grim tone, "People don't believe the screens are telling the truth. There have been widespread break-ins, looting, and chaos. And it's not just us, every country is facing the same issues. We're also busy trying to track down those... 'things' Kieran mentioned." He glanced at the Kitsuna sitting near Biden who waved cheerfully at him.

Donald Trump grunted, "What about the screens in the sky? Have you managed to shut them down?" 

"No, sir," General Matthew replied, his voice tinged with unease. "The more we investigate, the more it becomes clear that there's no scientific explanation for this. Cutting off the transmission sources doesn't stop the broadcast. It's as if we're dealing with forces beyond our understanding, something that defies all logic." 

The room fell silent, as the weight of his words pressing down on everyone present. Joe Biden exhaled deeply as his mind raced. 'If science couldn't explain this, was it truly the work of something supernatural? Was this a real glimpse into the afterlife?'

Regardless, Joe Biden was the fucking President of the United States of America, and he had a duty to protect his people. 

"General Matthew," He said, with a firm, voice "Deploy reinforcements to quell the riots. Reach out to other world leaders, set up a global response. This is a crisis that transcends borders and politics. If what Kieran said is true, we need to act now, before humanity pays the price." 

General Matthew saluted sharply. "Understood, Mr. President." 

As the general turned to leave, Joe Biden leaned back in his chair, the world was watching and he would do everything in his power to lead them through this unprecedented storm.

{Hell}

Lucifer's Palace

Lucifer sat in silence, his expression unreadable as he watched the broadcast unfold. When it ended, his phone erupted into a frenzy of notifications and missed calls, the screen lighting up incessantly. 

Frowning, he began scrolling through the flood of messages. Most were from the Ars Goetia, demanding that he put an end to the broadcast and questioning who Kieran was. Among them was a particularly stern message from Paimon, his tone unmistakably urgent.

'Lucifer, you must find a way to stop these broadcasts. I've tried using my magic, but the screens are unaffected. We need to silence Kieran before he exposes even more about Hell.' It read.

Lucifer exhaled deeply, rubbing his temples. He understood Paimon's concern, but he doubted that he could dismantle the screens. They were clearly Kieran's creation, and the magic behind them was formidable, perhaps even surpassing his own. 

Before he could dwell further, his phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID and sighed. It was Satan, the ruler of the Wrath Ring. 

Knowing there was no avoiding it, Lucifer answered the call. 

"Hello?"

Wrath Ring:

"LUCIFER MORNINGSTAR!!! WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FUCK IS GOING ON?!!" Satan bellowed into the phone, his voice shaking the air as he clenched Yogirt and a Kitsuna tightly in his other fist. 

"THOSE DAMN SCREENS HAVE POPPED UP ACROSS ALL OF THE SEVEN RINGS OF HELL, AND THEY'RE BROADCASTING ABOUT YOUR DAUGHTER?! WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT KIERAN GUY PLANNING?!!" 

Lucifer winced at the volume, holding the phone slightly away from his ear. "I don't know, Satan. But I don't think he's trying to cause harm." 

"CAUSE HARM?!!" Satan roared, his grip tightening on Yogirt and the Kitsuna, both of whom were struggling to breathe. "THAT BASTARD IS EXPOSING HELL TO THE LIVING WORLD!!! THEY WEREN'T SUPPOSED TO KNOW ANY OF THIS EXISTS!!!" 

"I KNOW SATAN!" Lucifer shouted back, his patience fraying. He took a deep breath, forcing himself to stay calm. "But Kieran is the one behind these screens, and Paimon already told me he can't get rid of them and the damage is done there's no undoing it." 

Satan growled, his rage simmering as Yogirt gasped, "S-sir... p-please... you're choking us..." The Kitsuna, meanwhile was frantically smacking Satan's fist with its tiny paws, as its face turned blue. 

"So you're saying we just sit back and do nothing?" Satan snarled, his tone barely containing his fury. 

"That's not what I'm saying," Lucifer replied, though he couldn't deny the thought had crossed his mind. "We need to be prepared. Heaven's probably scrambling to do damage control as well, but we have to make sure this doesn't blow back on Hell." 

Satan's growl deepened, his frustration mounting. "And how the fuck are we supposed to stop this broadcast? We don't even know how to contact this Kieran bastard!" 

Lucifer glanced at the Kitsuna beside him and sighed, "I think I know how to reach him. Just gather the rest of the Sins, and we'll figure this out together." 

He hung up before Satan could respond. The ruler of Wrath crushed the phone in his hand, before finally releasing both Yogirt and the Kitsuna as they gasped for air. 

"Lucifer, you asshole, " Satan muttered under his breath. "Seven years without a word, and now you waltz back in like you own the fucking place." 

He turned to Yogirt before replying, "Get the rest of the Sins. We're meeting in my courtroom. Now." 

As Yogirt scrambled to obey, Satan leaned backon his throne, this was a crisis unlike any they'd faced before, and Lucifer's sudden reappearance only added to the chaos. Whatever Kieran was planning, they needed to be ready and fast.

I.M.P Headquarters:

Somewhere in Imp City, inside the IMP headquarters, the team was sprawled around the office, their eyes glued to the broadcast playing on the TV. 

"Sheesh, what a drama queen. I get it she's the princess of Hell and all, but come on!" Blitzø scoffed, leaning back in his chair with a dismissive wave of his hand. 

Moxxie shot his boss an irritated look. "Sir, the musical is... interesting, but have you thought about what happens if humans find out we exist?" The smaller imp fidgeted nervously with his claws as his anxiety slowly began to rise.

Millie who was sitting beside him, tried to soothe him with a few gentle shoulder rubs. "They're not going to look at us and think, 'Oh, just some raccoons' anymore, THEY'RE GOING TO KNOW WE'RE DEMONS!!!" 

Loona who was lounging with her paws propped up on the table and shrugged. Unlike her usual self, she was actually paying attention to the TV instead of scrolling on her phone. "Suck on a dick, Moxxie. If it comes to that, we'll just have to be sneakier. We've got disguises, and they've worked before."

"Be nice to Moxxie, Loona!" Millie snapped, glaring at the hellhound. "He's got a point. If humans know what hellborn looks like, those disguises aren't gonna fool anyone anymore." 

Blitzø groaned, dragging a clawed hand down on his face. "Great. Just great. Now our jobs are gonna be ten times harder..." 

Before the conversation could spiral further, a soft knock at the door interrupted them. Blitzø growled before stomping over to answer it, ready to chew out whoever was bothering them. 

"Listen here you fuckers, I don't know what you're selling, and I don't care! So why don't you just—huh?" He swung the door open, only to find no one there. 

Confused, he glanced around before spottimg two Kitsunas looking up at him. They squeaked cutely before darting past him into the office, startling everyone inside. 

"What the hell?!" Loona nearly dropped her phone in shock as the two Kitsunas began exploring the room. 

"Awwww! They're adorable!" Millie squealed, immediately scooping both creatures into a tight hug. "Blitzø, can we keep them? Please?" 

"Absolutely not, Mills! I'm not babysitting these... whatever they are!" Blitzø snapped. 

"They're called Kitsunas, sir," Moxxie chimed in, adjusting his glasses. "That Kieran guy mentioned they serve some kind of purpose, though I'm not sure what that is." 

Blitzø rolled his eyes. "Yeah, whatever. I don't care, as long as that asshole doesn't blow our cover. Beyond that, he can broadcast whatever the hell he wants." 

As if on cue, the TVs in the office flickered, the screen shifting to a new scene somewhere else in Hell. The team fell silent, their attention once again drawn to the unfolding broadcast.

[As the clocktower chimes, the audience watches as from above a small figure falls swiftly to the ground in a cloud of dust. Wincing, the fresh new demon seems shocked he is 'alive', patting his new body in pleased bewilderment.]

["Aaaaah!" The Four-armed Demon screamed in fear before He checked himself for any damages,"Ugh. Huh? I'm alive! I'm alive-"]

[The demon's luck doesn't last long however, as most things in Hell don't, because as quick as he lands the demon is once again sent flying in a gory fashion of blood and guts as he is run over by a speeding car.]

{Earth}

New York:

"Oooo..." The crowd collectively gasped and flinched as they watched the demon get ran over under the relentless force of the speeding car. In Times Square, the sickening sound of the impact echoed through the streets, sending a wave of unease through the onlookers. Whispers and murmurs rippled through the crowd like wildfire, each person reacting to the gruesome scene. 

"Damn... that looked brutal," A bystander remarked, his voice mixed of horror and morbid curiosity. 

"Do you think he's dead?" Someone asked in a hushed tone, almost afraid to break the heavy silence that had fallen over the crowd. 

"At that speed? Probably. But in Hell... does death even matter anymore?" An off-duty detective added, his tone grim and thoughtful. The question hung in the air, as the reality of Hell's cruelty began to sink in. 

"Poor thing..." A woman murmured, her voice tinged with sympathy for the unfortunate demon.

[Screeching to a halt, the door to the once speeding car opened to reveal Angel Dust stepping out with a click of his heeled shoes, the demon known as Travis snickering while the spider-like demon leant upon the door]

["Heh. Thanks for the fun time, hot stuff!" Travis said.]

{Hell}

Travis leaned against the bartop, cackling as he downed a shot of whiskey. "You see that, assholes? I'm on TV!" The sinners around him erupted into cheers and applause, slapping the bat demon on the back in celebration. 

Meanwhile, the sinner who had been run over in the footage groaned, recalling the incident vividly. He'd been lucky enough to die right after the extermination but unlucky enough to land right in front of that bastard's car. Sure, he'd regenerated, but dying like that had still been a painful experience he'd rather forget. 

Hazbin Hotel:

Angel Dust's face lit up as he saw himself on the screen. Husk who was polishing shot glasses behind the bar rolled his eyes, while Niffty scurried around as she sweeps up the floor. 

Alastor chuckled, clearly amused by the comedic timing. Charlie turned to Angel Dust with curiosity in her eyes. "Angel, do you know that guy?" 

Angel Dust shrugged nonchalantly. "Eh, I've seen him around the studio. Always surrounded by a bunch of hookers. Never bothered to learn his name, though." 

V tower:

"That sneaky little hijo de puta! I told him no screwing the high-profile clients without my permission and- FUCKING ANGEL DUST?!" Valentino screeched, his voice echoing through the room. 

Vox and Velvette sat nearby, their expressions flat as they watched Valentino's meltdown. The sound of shattering glass filled the air as Valentino hurled something at the wall, sending shards flying in every direction. 

"Val, you've got him under contract, and you know he's been around," Vox interjected, his tone dripping with frustration. While he wasn't thrilled about the unexpected footage either, he had no patience for one of Valentino's tantrums right now. 

"Vox is right," Velvette added, her voice calm but edged with exasperation. "This isn't the time for one of your outbursts, Valentino. We've got bigger problems to deal with." 

Valentino seethed, his fists clenched tightly, but he knew they had a point. Taking a deep breath, he reached for his cigarette, inhaling deeply as a plume of pink smoke enveloped him. 

"Fine!" He snapped grudgingly, though the tension in his fists made it clear his anger was far from settled.

[Angel Dust pushes his hand through his hair and said, "Yeah, yeah, listen. Keep this discreet, you hear me? I can't let it get out I'm offerin' my services to randos on the street! It was a quick cash grab." He said as he makes a gesture with his fingers and snaps his fingers at him as he smiles, "Ya got it?"]

{Heaven}

Molly froze, her attention locked on the broadcast as the eerily familiar voice echoed through the walls of their heavenly home. It tugged at something deep within her memory, just out of reach, teasing the edges of her consciousness. 

Lifting her head from Annie's shoulder, Molly's breath hitched as her eyes fell on the demon on the screen. His fur, a mix of pink and white, bore a striking resemblance to her own unique markings. And those eyes, though a different color held a haunting familiarity, the same eyes she had gazed into countless times in the past... a haunting reminder of her twin brother. 

"Anthony..." She whispered, the name slipping from her lips in a stunned daze. No other words came as a flood of memories and emotions threatened to overwhelm her. 

Annie, sensing her daughter's distress, gently brushed a hand through Molly's hair, her expression a mix of confusion and concern. "Baby, what's wrong? Are you okay?" 

Her mother's voice pulled Molly back to the present. She hesitated, the weight of her revelation pressing heavily on her chest. But she knew she couldn't keep it to herself. With a sigh, she straightened up, running a hand through her disheveled hair as it fell loose from its usual updo. 

"Mama... do you not see it? That's... that's Anthony," Molly explained, her voice trembling with emotion. 

Annie's face mirrored Molly's shock as the words sank in. Tears welled up in her multiple eyes, her heart aching with a mixture of disbelief and sorrow. 

"Anthony? But... that can't be..." Annie's voice cracked, her mind struggling to reconcile the image on the screen with the memory of her beloved son. The thought of him being reduced to such a state was a painful reality she could barely comprehend, even if she had once faced it before. 

Wiping away a few stray tears, Molly shook her head firmly, her conviction unwavering. Turning back to the screen, she focused intently, her heart heavy but her resolve strong. 

"He's still got that same spark he had in life... though I wish God had shown him more mercy," she said with a small, bittersweet laugh.

{Hell}

Returning to the pride ring, this sentiment of relief and joy was lost on Arackniss as he glared at his estranged brother on the screen.

Arackniss's skin is predominantly a charcoal grey color, including his hair, which is flopped over and shorter in the back, longer in the front.

Reflective of his spider theming, Arackniss has eight thin eyes; his six smaller eyes are in opposite positions on either side of his face, with two on top of his left eye and two beneath the other. His sclera are a pale reddish color with black pupils.

He wears a dark charcoal grey jacket, buttoned down the center with white. It has light charcoal grey lapels, is cuffed on the sleeves with pale yellow, and features a bat-wing style hem along the bottom, which has light charcoal grey lining. He also wears pale yellow pantaloon-style pants that cut-off at the knees.

He accessorizes with a pale yellow spiderweb style bowtie that features a pale reddish center, as well as a fedora-style hat, banded with a pale yellow.

Nothing about Angel's mannerisms were new to him, taking into account that his face are lined in every porn studio in an array of media across the pentagram. But still, he found no pleasure in seeing his own brother who was supposed to be helping run the family business, satisfying his own... tendencies. As he and his father like to dub them.

"What the hell's happenin'?!" A voice shouted.

The voice cut through the tense atmosphere of the bar like a hot knife, as it drew the attention of everyone present. Arackniss's gaze snapped towards the entrance as his expression shifted to one of apprehension as he watched the burly, fur-covered figure of Henroin storming into the room.

Henroin, with his aged yet imposing presence exuded an air of authority that demanded attention. His massive form combines the features of a scorpion and a spider, resulting in a nightmarish amalgamation of dark grey fur, ominous long eyebrows, and an eerie countenance. His visage is dominated by eight piercing red eyes, devoid of pupils, which exude an otherworldly aura.

In a nod to his son, Angel Dust, Henroin's hair adopts a distinctive and extravagant swooshing style, adding a touch of eccentricity to his otherwise fearsome appearance. However, his most defining attributes lie in his lower half, where six scorpion-like legs grant him an unsettling mobility, and a long, retractable scorpion tail, complete with a menacingly sharp stinger, serves as a potent weapon, ready to strike at a moment's notice.

"You fuckin' watching this queer shit in my territory?! You keep this-" Heroin's tirade was abruptly halted as Arackniss intervened, holding up a hand to prevent any further outbursts.

"Pa, hold up. We ain't doing this voluntarily," Arackniss interjected, his tone firm yet measured. "This is some weird broadcast made by an overlord or somethin'. We're just tryin' to figure out what the hell's goin' on, same as everyone else."

Heroin's expression softened slightly, though the furrowed brow remained. He cast a wary glance around the bar, taking in the tense atmosphere and the bewildered expressions of the patrons who had all frozen in slight fear of coming in the shooting range of the sinnner's fury.

"Well, why the hell' is that fag- son of a bitch up there?!" He asked, pointing to the screen with both of his left arms.

Shrugging off the lingering tension, Arackniss shot a heated glare at the patron seated beside him. And despite his comparatively smaller stature, his imposing presence ensured that a space was cleared besides him for his father, offering a clear view of the television screen.

With a grunt of acknowledgment, Henroin settled into the newly vacated seat, flagging down the bartender with a wave of his hand. He wasted no time in ordering a strong drink and lighting a cigarette, the smoke billowing around them in a hazy cloud.

Turning his attention to the television, Henroin's frustration boiled over as he watched the screen, his brow furrowing in disdain.

"If I have to see that queer on another advertisement, I'm going to fucking kill someone," He muttered gruffly, his tone dripping with irritation.

Across the bar patrons slinked away after every so lightly, while Henroin was definitely not the strongest demon in the city by a long shot, he still ran a significant cartel and mob, so in light of that many sinners opted to stay off his bad side, especially pertaining to his son.

With Henroin distracted by the screen, a Kitsuna managed to squeeze through the crowd and slightly tugged on Arackniss's pants.

"Huh?" He looked down and saw the tiny yellow creature looking up at him with curious eyes.

"What the? Let go of me!" He angrily whispered as he shook his leg, attempting to get the creature off if him as it refuses to let go.

["Pfft! Whatever you say, slut! Muhehehehehehe! Travis insulted him.]

[Angel Dust pretends to be offended by this "Ouch! Ooh! Such an insult!" He mocked before he turns back to face him, "Let me know when you've come up with something creative to call me you sack of poorly packaged horse shit! Tell the missus I said 'hi' " He said as he looms over Travis and points at him with all his index fingers and kisses him, "Shnuckums!"]

{Hell}

Travis' previously smug and victorious face turns to mortified embarrassment as the TV shows him being insulted by Angel Dust. The bartender chuckled as the rest of the demonic crowd jeered at him. "Can't take an insult, huh?"

"Shut the fuck up all of you!" Travis snapped, flapping his feathered arm-wings in indignation. "It's not my fault that the slut was mouthy!"

{Earth}

France:

"GO ON! TELL THE BASTARD HOW IT IS!"

Amidst the dimly lit confines of a French prostitute brothel, the women huddled together as they erupted into a chorus of giggles and cheers, their voices mingling in jubilant cacophony.

Angel Dust's defiant words resonated with them, striking a chord of empowerment that was all too rare in their line of work. For once, they found themselves reveling in the freedom of expression, a stark departure from the usual submission to the whims of their clients in exchange for their livelihood.

"I guess Hell isn't so different from Earth after all," Candy remarked, her tone tinged with resignation. She took a drag from her cigarette, uncaring of the disapproving glare from the looming matron who hovered nearby. The defiance of Angel Dust's words had motivated them, giving voice to sentiments that had long been suppressed.

The matron scoffed, tapping the ash of his cigarette on the doorframe in disapproval, but the women paid him no mind as they continued their laughter and chatter, finding solace and camaraderie in each other's company.

"Looks like we're never going out of business, ladies!" One of them declared with a hint of sarcasm, inciting another round of laughter from the group.

"Oh, yayyy..." Another prostitute replied sarcastically, a momentary respite from the fear and disbelief that had gripped them while watching the so-called 'Cleanse' unfold.

["Pack a - puh..." Travis said defeatedly.]

[As Travis angrily drives off, Angel takes a moment to uncaringly watch before looking behind him on the side of the road was a vending machine advertising a multitude of drugs as if it were candy. Raising a brow, Angel seemed extremely pleased to see it.]

Florida:

"HOLY CRAP- they have that shit on demand?!"

"Damnnn what I wouldn't give to be there at this very moment..."

Club goers across Florida were sent into a shocked yet overjoyed uproar as they openly gaped happily at the sight of the vending machine as many allowed their drug riddled minds to dream of the possibilities in a daze. One drug addict in particular seemed to have his priorities straight as he stumbled across the club to his fellow party mates.

"You think people can die from an overdose in hell!? Cus it would be soooo dope if we couldn't, 24/7 partying!!" He slurred.

Taking another hit of his joint, the man named Craig stumbled nonsensically into the booth his similarly doped friends were watching the feed from.

"They even got different brands?!" An undercover cop raised an eyebrow, and the guy next to him decided wisely to not offer some of his own products to the partygoers.

[Approaching the vending machine, Angel seemed eager to purchase a bag of his name sake- grinning greedily at the bag of white powder as it was deposited from the machine.]

{Heaven}

Oh, Anthony..." Molly's voice was barely a whisper as she watched her brother on the screen, still ensnared by the grip of addiction even in death.

It pained her to see him trapped in that cycle, unable to break free from the very thing that had led to his demise. Wiping away her tears, she solemnly recalled the spotty yet tumultuous memories that haunted her.

The days, no years, leading up to her twin brother's death had been agonising had filled with heartache and despair. Anthony had been cast out onto the streets by their father after his sexuality was discovered and cast him out into the unforgiving streets. After that, Anthony had spiraled deeper into his addiction, seeking solace in substances which only serves to numb the pain.

Meanwhile, Molly had been thrust into an arranged marriage with an affluent bachelor, forced to play the role of the dutiful wife while her heart ached for her brothers safety. She remembered the nights when Anthony would stumble onto her porch, his body wracked with the tremors of withdrawal, his mind clouded by the haze of drugs and alcohol.

In those moments, Molly had become his lifeline, holding him close as he weathered the storm of withdrawal in the shadows of their home until he had the energy and means to get high again. She had witnessed his agony firsthand, clutching him as his body drenched in sweat, his spirit broken as he sobbed uncontrollably in her arms.

And then.... Anthony died. Finally succumbing to his battle with drugs, it shook her to the core after finding out he had fallen into a coma and a body left to decay in a bed.

"Amore- was that how he died... did he die from overdose?" Molly was shocked out of her dissociated daze at the trembling voice of her mother, snapping her gaze to the older woman, she suddenly realised that Annie would've never known how Anthony died from. Having died from Influenza when she and her brothers were 12, wiping a few stray tears the arachnid angel nodded gently.

"Mhm, he went into a coma in..." Molly hummed as she tried to remember the date as her memory was still spotty, "...1947."

"Oh my baby..." Annie was in tears yet again as she and the Kitsuna were there by her side, offering her comfort and support.

["Yoink!" A Feathered Demon said as soon as he saw his chance.]

[In one swift swipe, Angel Dust could merely watch as a sinner took off with his drugs in hand and was making a run for it down the street]

["Hey!" Angel Dust was annoyed by this attempt of stealing his drugs.]

["Up yours, drag show!" The Feathered Demon called out.]

[As the sinner makes a break for it, coincidently a boulder proceeds to fall out of the sky, crushing the feathered demon alongside Angel's drugs, causing the arachnid sinner to gasp dramatically at the sight. ]

{Earth}

Utah:

"Ooooo...."

Inside a Utah state high school, students leaned forward with morbid curiosity, as their eyes fixed on the gruesome scene unfolding on the screen. Some watched in stunned silence, unsure of what to make of the spectacle, while others laughed at the comical sight, their youthful bravado masking the unease stirring within them.

Amidst the crowd, teachers struggled to regain control of the situation, their attempts to divert the students attention away from the feed were met with limited success. Mrs. Ivy, a seasoned educator with streaks of grey in her hair, sighed in frustration as she watched multiple students faces tuned green and rush to the bathroom to empty the contents of their stomachs.

"Students- ah, shit, this is so fucked up," Mrs. Ivy muttered under her breath. She knew that this disturbing broadcast was not something that she could shield her students from and it weighed heavily on her conscience.

As she tried once again to steer the pupils away from the screen, one student spoke up.

"Mrs. Ivy, is this some shitty attempt for the school to try and teach us that drugs are wrong?" The student asked, their tone tinged with skepticism. Shaking her head, Mrs Ivy breathed a sigh before she responded

"Unfortunately not William, but I can assume it's just some prankster and it can still be a lesson!"

Sharing skeptical glances amongst themselves, students glanced from their teacher to the screen before they began sarcastically conversing.

"What a lesson to be more careful with your drugs so they don't get stolen?" One student asked sarcastically.

Laughter erupted across the room, as Mrs Ivy was longing for her retirement to come sooner before squeezing the bridge of her nose in exasperation at the feeling of another upcoming headache...

["Oh my GOD!" He said before he leans in to pick up what's left of his pack of drugs with a devastated look on his face "MY DRUGS! Damn it!" He clenches the cloth angrily and looks up.]

{Hell}

Hazbin Hotel:

"Angel! I thought we said you were getting clean!?" Vaggie's voice cut through the air with a mixture of frustration and exasperation as she leaned over the back of the couch, fixing a stern gaze upon the arachnid at the bar.

However, it seems that Angel was more preoccupied with drowning out the incessant noise of the broadcast and his own inner turmoil as he downed yet another shot provided by Husk.

"That was weeks ago, Vagina! You do realize that, right? And you already ripped me a new one about that day, if I remember correctly, so give me a break already!" Angel Dust replied with a theatrically melodramatic tone, before slamming the shot glass down on the hardwood surface of the bar with his uppermost arms and waving the bottom two nonsensically.

"He might be right, Vaggie..." Charlie interjected, catching Vaggie off guard as she turned to face her girlfriend with a shocked expression.

"How the hell is he right, babe?" Vaggie exclaimed, her frustration evident in her gestures. "The whole reason he was allowed to stay here was because he said he'd go clean!"

"But, Vaggie, you see how those other sinners treated him-" Charlie began, her voice pleading for understanding.

"I'm perfectly capable of dealing with them," Angel interjected, his tone bored and dismissive.

"And be that as it may," Charlie persisted, "he hadn't been with us long, and people need an outlet! It's hard to break the cycle- AND he is correct, you did... correct him that day."

"For territorial genocide! Not doing hardcore drugs when we specifically said you COULDN'T do to live here!" Vaggie made a pretty good point.

Charlie signed, and ran a hand down her face. "Angel, you need to start coping with things properly instead of resorting to drugs! That isn't healthy!"

Angel Dust hesitated for a second, before he continued to downed another shot, much to Charlie's disappointment.

[In the distance, a cyberpunk-esque warship is flying through the air, shooting projectiles as it destroys everything in its wake with plumes of smoke erupting into the sky]

{Earth}

Germany:

Military personnel across the world froze in awe as they observed the enormous piece of machinery hovering before them. Eyes widened to comical proportions as they all leaned in, attempting to dissect the warship piece by piece with their own eyes. Among them, engineers have their mouths gaped openly in utter disbelief at the sight before them.

In a German military base, two German engineers stared in awe, their expressions a mixture of wonder and bewilderment as they struggled to comprehend the sheer scale and complexity of the flying behemoth.

"Das ist verdammt verrückt." (That is fucking insane.) One engineer exclaimed, his voice tinged with disbelief. "Wie zum Teufel fliegt das Ding?! Es sieht aus wie ein Luftschiff, ist aber aus reinem Metall und trägt diese wahnsinnigen Waffen!" (How the hell is that thing flying!? It looks like a blimp, but it's made of pure metal, and it's carrying those insane weapons!)

"Es trotzt der Schwerkraftmagie!" (It's defying gravity-fucking magic!) The other engineer chimed in, shaking his head in disbelief. "Die Triebwerke, die nötig wären, um das Ding fliegen zu lassen, wären riesig, und ich kann sie über den Kanonen nicht sehen!" (The engines needed to make that thing fly would be massive, and I can't see them over the guns!)

Glancing at each other, the two engineers exchanged a look of determination before swiftly retrieving their notebooks and sketchpads. Then, they began to take notes and draw sketches with feverish enthusiasm, eager to capture every last detail of the extraordinary sight before them. Despite the impossibility of replicating such technology in the present, they were determined to learn from it.

North Korea:

The Supreme Leader of North Korea, Kim Jong Un looked at the airship with analytical eyes. He has never thought that Hell has existed and even worse, someone who has technology that is superior to his own.

"지금 전화로 모든 기술자를 불러주세요!" (Get me all of the technicians on the phone now!) He ordered his secretary," 비행선을 분석하고 재창조하라고 말해주세요! 이 악마들이 우리를 침략하도록 놔둘 수는 없습니다!" (Tell them to analyse the airships and recreate it! We can't let these demons invade us!)

"응 최고지도자" (Yes Supreme Leader!) With that his secretary left the room, ready to carry his order.

Kim Jong Un sighed, his body almost giving out from sheer exhaustion from the constant revelations brought forth by Kieran, '나는 우리가 중국인들에게 도움을 청할 수도 있고, 아니면 미국인들에게 더 나쁜 결과를 가져올까 두렵습니다. 이 악마들이 살아 있는 세계로 탈출했다면 우리는 우리의 차이점을 제쳐두어야 할 수도 있습니다. ' ('I am afraid that we may have to turn to the Chinese for help, or worse the Americans. If these demons have escaped into the world of the living, we may have to put our differences aside.')

United States Of America:

In another instance, within an English MI6 building, The head Investigator Josiah threw up his hands in exasperation, his frustration palpable as he struggled to make sense of the baffling scene unfolding before him. The sight of the enormous blimp-like creation hovering menacingly in the sky was enough to leave him in a state of disbelieving daze, his mind reeling with incredulity.

"Pardon my language, but what in the bloody hell is this?! A fucking DreamWorks villain?!" A co-worker's voice rang out from the control room, cutting through the tense atmosphere. Josiah could only nod in weary agreement, feeling the onset of a headache as he rubbed the bridge of his nose in frustration.

"Hm... first the musical bullshit, now this?" Josiah muttered under his breath, his pacing growing more agitated by the second. "It's hard to imagine this being real, but with how powerful this 'Kieran' entity is, we have to remain on high alert."

Josiah sighed loudly before turning to his assistant, "Get me some people who actually understand this shit, and some proper analysis on the functions of a ship that size. We need to be prepared if this shit gets out of hand." He commanded with a brief gesture towards the screen.

[The camera zooms in on the war ship, revealing the inside.]

["Ahahahahahahahahahahah! Those other cowardly ssssinners dare not hinder my territorial take over! A wise decision! The power of my machines are unmatched!" Sir pentious laughed as he is the one operating the controls to his ship while the Egg Bois were watching the chaos unfold. He then proceeds to push two levers as his hood flares open. "No other demon can compare to the likesss of I!"]

China:

"那是一支由鸡蛋组成的克隆军队吗?!" (Is that an army of clones made of eggs?!) A virologist exclaimed in shock and awe.

Deep in a scientist facility, many scientists have gathered as they watched the anthropomorphic snake talk theatrically whilst he steered his blimp-like warship surrounded by his many egg-like minions.

Bewilderment filled the room as most of the people in the were unsure to take the feed seriously at this point while others seemed to lose their minds entirely as they eagerly conversing amongst themselves.

"你是否意識到,如果我們設法收集有關這些生物的信息,這可能會對基因工程產生影響?!" (Are you aware that if we managed to collect information about these organisms, this could have implications for genetic engineering?!) An older biologist professor named Zhang Wei (张伟) said as hefelt a surge of excitement coursing through his body as he adjusted his glasses.

It wasn't just the egg minions that intrigued him, though they were certainly fascinating, but it was Sir Pentious that truly captivated his attention.

With a swift movement, he snapped a picture and was eager to share this information with his colleagues.

"最後,仔細看看其中一些人類學特徵!" (Finally, a closer look at some of these anthropological characteristics!) Zhang Wei exclaimed, his voice tinged with excitement. "我是說,那個蜘蛛惡魔是個美人,但你看他!他就像赤道吐眼鏡蛇或薩馬眼鏡蛇!" I mean, that arachnid demon was a beauty, but just look at him! He resembles an Equatorial spitting cobra or a Samar Cobra!"

His colleagues leaned in as their curiosity was piqued by his words.

"還有那些眼睛,大多數蛇實際上並不多於一組,但他卻有...那頂帽子呢?" "And those eyes, most snakes don't actually have more than one set, yet he does... and the hat?" One of them, genuinely intrigued, commented on Sir Pentious's unique features.

Zhang Wei nodded in agreement as his mind was racing with theories and hypotheses.

"確實,而且迷人的並不是他的外表." (Indeed, and it's not just his appearance that's fascinating) Qiao Ping (喬萍), a biologist and behavior psychology major added thoughtfully, tapping his pen against his notepad. "儘管他的聲音相當...古怪,但你還是能聽出輕微的斯塔福德郡語氣.考慮到他的外表以及斯塔福德郡是 19 世紀工程和工業發展的主要中心這一事實,如果他在那個時候去世,那也是有道理的!" (Despite his rather... eccentric voice, you can detect slight Staffordshire tones. Given his appearance and the fact that Staffordshire was a major center of engineering and industrial development in the 19th century, it would make sense if he died around that time!")

The group then plunged into a fervent discussion, as their enthusiasm escalated with each argument over the scientific theories surrounding the characteristics of each demon.

"蛛惡魔,妓女,似乎與特定的蜘蛛種類並不相符!儘管有額外的四肢和眼睛,但缺乏像噴絲頭或尖牙這樣的獨特特徵.而且顏色與任何已知的蜘蛛都不匹配!" "(The Arachnid demon, the prostitute, doesn't seem to align with a specific spider species! Despite the extra limbs and eyes, there's a lack of distinctive features like spinnerets or fangs. And the coloration doesn't match any known spiders!) Yi han (一涵), a wildlife biologist interjected with a thoughtful observation.

A shiver ran through the group, as one scientist muttered to himself, "感謝上帝.醒來時發現蜘蛛般的特徵將是一場噩夢..." (Thank god for that. Waking up with spider-like features would be a nightmare...)

Many of the scientists nod their heads in agreement to this sentiment, feeling a slight shiver run across their backs,

"老實說,這對我來說是一個該死的詛咒,而不是永久的成癮或糟糕的房東,必須讓自己與這些肢體協調一定很困難." (Honestly that would be a fucking curse for me, not the perpetual addiction or shitty landlords, having to coordinate myself with those limbs must be difficult.) A kinesiologist commented.

["Gee! That was pretty swell, boss." Egg Boi #23 praised him.]

["Yeah!" Egg Boi #666 exclaimed.]

["You really showed them what for! I liked when you shot them with your ray gun!" Another Egg Boi said as his hand mimics the action of a shooting ray gun before he gets slapped away by Sir Pentious.]

["I wish he'd shoot me with his ray gun!" Egg Boi #23 pouted as another Egg Boi pats him on the back.]

["At this rate, I will seize control of the entire west side of the pentagram by day's end!" Sir Pentious declared as his hood flares opened and pushes a few buttons before he pulls two levers towards him "And nothing, not a single beast in this inferno of suffering will be able to take back this empire from my constrictive grasp!" He said as he squeezes an Egg Boi with his tail.]

[An Egg Boi suddenly pops on screen and pops open a bottle of whiskey onto Sir Pentious's face. Sir Pent proceeds to swat said Egg Boi aside before throwing the squeezed Egg Boi aside as well.]

{Hell}

Club Hell 666:

In the dimly lit lights of Club Hell 666, amidst the haze of cigarette smoke and the cacophony of sinners, a palpable frustration hung thick in the air.

Sir Pentious with his flamboyant gestures and bombastic declarations seemed to grate on everyone's nerves as he pranced about the pentagram, his theatrics only served to amplify the collective groans of those who had endured his antics of one too many times, especially in the aftermath of an extermination.

"Can't he just shut his trap for once?" One sinner grumbled, his voice laced with irritation as he took another swig from his already half-empty bottle.

His sentiments were echoed by others as they all agreed that Sir Pentious's antics were getting on everyone's nerves. Among them, a particularly disgruntled sinner muttered under his breath, "He's as melodramatic as those Vees he's so obsessed with."

"Mmm, remember when that Cherri Bomb put him in his place?" Another sinner chimed in, a nostalgic grin spread across his face as he recalled the fiery Cyclops's epic takedown of the serpent sinner.

A squirrel sinner nodded enthusiastically, as his mind drifting to the memory of Cherri's fierce demeanor and undeniable allure. But before he could fully lose himself in the daydream, A shark-like sinner, interjected with a sharp slap to the back of his head.

"Ow- ouch!"

"Snap out of it, Scott! Cherri's a walking disaster waiting to happen. How many times has she blown this place up?!" He reminded them, recalling the times where Cherri Bomb and sometimes Angel Dust blew up the place.

Glaring at him briefly, Scott rubbed the back of his head while he simultaneously rolled his eyes in a moment of exasperation.

"Yeah, but in Hell, excitement comes in all shapes and sizes, doesn't it? Besides, it's not like we're getting any action either way!"

Sir Pentious Base:

*Crash*

"You slimy little chicken fetus'ssss! Embarrassing me across the entire pentagram like that!" Sir Pentious's voice echoed through his room, a mixture of frustration and embarrassment evident in his tone.

With a crash, as a hammer went flying towards the egg minions, narrowly missing them as it collided with the wall. The egg minions cowered together, as their master's ire filled the room.

"But Boss-" One of them tried to speak, only to be cut off sharply.

"Ssssssilence!" The snake sinner screeched out loud.

Pacing back and forth across the room, Sir Pentious couldn't shake the memory of that encounter from his mind, especially since it was now being broadcast across all of hell, for even the Vees to see. How he had been unceremoniously thrown on his backside by that spunky yet beautiful woman, it was an embarrassment he couldn't easily forget.

"But... she... she's far too ostentatious and... and vulgar! It's unbecoming for her!" He muttered to himself, his face flushed as he recalled Cherri's flamboyant attire and confident demeanor. As a person from the late 1800s, he couldn't help but feel a sense of discomfort at such brazen behavior from a woman, even though he had seen his fair share of depravity during his time in the underworld.

"She's just... not proper," He said, shaking his head, trying to dispel the intrusive thoughts forming in his head. But despite his protests, he can't deny that there was an undeniable allure to her, a magnetic pull that he found himself drawn to.

Sighing heavily, Sir Pentious waved his egg minions away before slithering out the door to get some fresh air.

["Oh, boy!" A random egg Boi said.]

[Sir Pentious laughed, "Hell will be mine! And everybody will know the name of Sir Pen-"]

["EdgeLORD!" A female voice shouted.]

["Pardon?!" Sir Pentious was offended by the insult as he looked around angrily and eyed the two Egg Bois behind him "Who said that?! What did you just say to me, you fried chicken fetuses?! Speak up!"]

[The Two Egg Bois were petrified by their boss's wrath "That wasn't us, Mr. Bossman."]

[Suddenly, A small bomb with a print of a skull on it breaks through Sir Pentious' ship. It then lands right between Sir Pentious and the two Egg Bois. The bomb proceeds to blow up, leaving red smoke behind and making him cough and hack.]

[As the smoke clears up, the owner of the bomb is revealed to be Cherri Bomb, a female cyclops, as she prepares another bomb in hand.]

{Earth}

Japan:

"サイクロプス?! 本当ですか?! 最初はファーリー,次はこれ?!" (A cyclops!? Really?! First furries and now this?!) A Geneticist named Haruto exclaimed in disbelief as he sat amongst his fellow scientists in their lab, staring at the screen with wide eyes as the image displayed a creature that defied all conventional biological understanding, challenging the very fabric of their scientific knowledge.

The revelation of the existence of anthropomorphic beings that living in hell had sent shockwaves throughout the entire academic community. While some scientists were intrigued by the potential discoveries that could arise from studying these creatures like the ones from China, others, like Haruto, were still struggling to come to terms with said implications.

"まさか.だって,たとえ彼女がサイクロプスだったとしても,一体なぜ爆弾を持っているんだ?!" (Surely not- I mean, even if she was a cyclops, why the hell is she holding BOMBS?!) Haruto shouted, as his mind tried to comprehend the absurdity of this situation.

"ハルト,ここは地獄だ.あそこでは男女ともに自分の利益を優先する.だから当然,他の悪魔から身を守る必要がある." (It's hell Haruto, down there it's every man and woman for themselves, so naturally they need to defend themselves from other demons.) Kazuki, a chemist and otaku deadpanned at him as if he's stating the obvious.

"確かに彼女の視力は著しく低下しているに違いない!それとも,彼女の片方の目が普通の人間の視力の2倍の視力を補っているのだろうか?" (Surely her eyesight must have been significantly compromised?! Or maybe her singular eye makes up for both of the regular humans?) An ophthalmologist wondered.

The room buzzed with a mixture of excitement and apprehension as the scientists grappled with the implications of this newfound knowledge. For Haruto and many others, it was a moment of existential crisis, as they were forced to reevaluate their understanding of biology and evolution.

"おそらく,これらの生き物には目に見える以上の何かがあるのでしょう..." (Perhaps there's more to these creatures than meets the eye...) One of Haruto's colleagues mused, prompting a flurry of speculation and debate among the group.

{Heaven}

In a cozy celestial home nestled among the clouds, a family gathered around their TV, their radiant celestial forms exuding warmth and familiarity. Yet, as their eyes fell upon the figure on the screen, a sudden chill swept through the room. The realization of an empty seat among them slowly dawned, and they began to piece together who this mysterious woman might be.

"Hey, Mum, doesn't she remind you of someone?" asked Rebecca, a young woman whose features bore an uncanny resemblance to the woman on the screen. With her spiked ponytail, porcelain skin, and Australian accent, she mirrored the figure, except for her two ordinary eyes.

"Yeah, she does... But it's like my memories are fading. I remember you, your two brothers, and yet... why can't I recall your sister?" the mother wondered aloud, her celestial form radiating unease.

"Caroline, you alright, love?" Her husband asled, his celestial features etched with concern. Caroline, an older woman with a stout yet curvy celestial figure and a single eye, frowned as she gazed back at the cyclops on the screen. A sense of familiarity slowly washed over her.

Then, like an avalanche, the memories came flooding back, crashing over her like waves breaking upon a shore. Each one carried a fragment of her fragmented past, filling in the gaps.

She remembered having her second baby girl after three other children in the midst of the 1960s in Brisbane, Australia. She recalled watching them grow and thrive, becoming their own individuals, steadfast and brave, carving out their own paths. It was something Caroline had always prided herself on, until her youngest, Cherri, veered off the straight and narrow path that she was supposed to be on.

Caroline remembered her daughter, always fiery, unpredictable, yet caring. For a long time, it didn't concern Caroline or the rest of the family that Cherri would fight tooth and nail for her beliefs. But then, Cherri began branching out into the world, testing the waters in politics and eventually meeting a boyfriend whom Caroline, for the life of her, couldn't quite remember. Yet, she remembered how devoted Cherri was to making him proud, to becoming like him.

Before Caroline knew it, Cherri was doing drugs, disappearing for months at a time, only to call home from jail, radical protests, they said, armed robbery. They had to bail her out. And then, suddenly, her youngest was gone, long before any of them would have expected.

"Cherri... Cherri! Oh God! She's in Hell?!" She suddenly realised that the person on the screen is her missing daughter all this time.

["You lookin' for a fight, old man?! Cherri Bomb mocked as she begins to juggle around her cherry bomb, "Why don't you get that tinker toy bullshit off my turf before I smash it?!" She proceeds to throw and catch the bomb]

[A large pipe falls on top of an already dead Egg Boi, crushing him as Sir Pent and Cherri momentarily look at the carnage.]

["....More!" Cherri Bomb said as she grins sadistically.]

Australia:

"Holy shit, she's sooo hot! I'd let her blow me up anytime~"

With a rather disgusting, perverted chuckle, a pig of a man leaned forward eagerly as he tried to capture more of Cherri in his sight as he sat in the dimly lit room of his mothers basement surrounded by filth and chaos of an overweight, unaccomplished, anime obsessed man. Chugging his most recent energy drink and throwing it in the growing pile of empty cans, he seemed ready to binge the entire broadcast as he was already drooling to see more of the female sinner.

"She looks so much like my favourite anime waifu! And so badass it's like a dream come true!" He drooled uncontrollably.

"HENRY! DO YOU WANT A PIZZA? IM THROWING SOME IN THE OVEN!?" His mother's voice rang out in the basement.

"NO MA- wait.... I MEAN OF COURSE, I NEED MY ENERGY! IM BUSY WORKING!" He yelled back.

California:

In stark contrast to the overweight gamer man, a chorus of cheers erupted from women across the globe, rallying behind Cherri as she confidently prepared to face off against the snake-like adversary. In Lucas's bar, the once-chatty group of girls, now slightly tipsy, became animated, their cheers ringing out loud and clear.

"YOU GO GIRL!" They shouted.

"SHOW THAT SNAKEY BASTARD WHO'S IN CHARGE!" They yelled, fully supporting her.

Among them, Amy, previously disinterested in the spectacle, found herself captivated by the screen, her face alight with excitement as she watched Cherri deftly wield her bombs. Clearly the feminist voice of the group, she outshone the others with her fervent support. While David might not entirely agree with the use of explosives, he understood the appeal they held for the younger generation, especially in the face of such formidable adversaries.

["Oh! You wanna go, missy?! Well, I'm happy to oblige! Ahahah!" Sir Pentious laughed as the Egg Bois armed themselves as they are ready for a fight.]

[Transitioning scenes, The logo for 666 News is shown on a black background, which is followed by the day's newscast. Katie Killjoy and Tom Trench who sat poised and ready to present to the denizens of Hell.]

["Good afternoon, I'm Katie Killjoy." She introduced herself.]

["And I'm Tom Trench!" The co-host also introduced himself, "Chaos out at Pentagram City today as a turf war is raging on the west side!"]

United States of America:

The crowd shuffles closer, intrigued at seeing what Hell's news reports would look like. To the human's surprise, it looks like your typical late-night news, albeit with terrifying demonic anchors.

An old man gasped at the name, his eyes fixed on the TV presenter who bore a striking resemblance to a praying mantis. "Katie Killjoy? As in that bitch, Katie "Killjoy" Jones?"

A young teen named Thomas turns towards him, baffled by this accusation, "Wait, you're tellin' me this bitch was human?! I thought they were all from Hell!"

"No I clearly remember her! You probably weren't old enough to remember, but she was one of the biggest reporters of the 80's!" The old man then pulled out his phone, and began typing her name in it. "Katie Jones... here! It says that she was fired for some controversy, mainly over sleepin' with the news crew and being an overall bitch behind the camera. Hung herself in 1992, and it was all over the morning paper that day in New York."

"Holy shit, you're right! My father told me about that story years ago!" Thomas's friend, Mark exclaimed excitedly.

Grimacing at the grim recollection, Jamie asked, "And that's something to be excited about?"

Mark snapped his attention as his gaze intensified as he smacked Jamie on the arm, causing him to yelp in surprise.

"Hey! What was that for?!" Thomas protested.

"Don't be dense! If this woman's down there, who else might be? Think about it, there's so many historical figures we've only scratched the surface of. This could be a game-changer for historical accuracy!" Mark exclaimed, his excitement palpable.

In stark comparison to his friend's excitement though. Processing this information, Thomas suddenly felt his face paled considerably as he tried to wrestle with the idea and implications that this theory could lead too, people who'd committed war crimes in one place... he just couldn't imagine it.

"Thomas, you do realise this could mean people like fuck, Hitler and Epstein are down there?! I hope that they're suffering but can you imagine them being in the same fucking room?!" He yelled to his friend, shaking him in the process.

Silence permeated throughout the street, as a stiffening tension forming across everyone who has accidentally heard his outburst as they all tried to digest the idea.

"I guess we can only hope that they're suffering, right? I-I mean all those extremists in the same space really must've been hard to deal with..." He stuttered, hoping that they're suffering or better yet, permanently dead by those angels in black.

[An image of Sir Pentious trying to be hip, followed by a drawing of Cherri flipping the bird is shown.]

["Between notable kingpin, Sir Pentious, and self-proclaimed spunky powerhouse, Cherri Bomb!" Tom Trench announced.]

["That's right, Tom!" Katie Killjoy exclaimed, "After the recent Extermination, many areas are now up for grabs! Demons all over Hell are already duking it out to gain new territory!"]

{Hell}

Klub Kaiju:

"Kingpin? Who the hell does he think he is, a 'Kingpin'? HAH!" The crowd erupted into raucous laughter, thoroughly entertained by the "hip" photo and accompanying news story featuring Sir Pentious. The table shook as Zeezi, their overlord, joined in, her massive form hunched over in her usual booth, convulsed with laughter.

"Seriously, he's been trying to be an overlord for years without any success, and what's with that ridiculous outfit?!" A sinner remarked, inciting further laughter from the gathering.

"He's attempting to be all 'hip' with those Vee's, trying to relate to them or something, but it's just absurd!" Another one chimed in as the mockery continued.

As the laughter subsided momentarily, Zeezi, still wiping tears of amusement from her eyes, interjected with a hint of coolness in her voice,

"Although that Cherry chick is pretty badass. Heard she blew up that crappy 666 club!" She exclaimed, looking proud of the cyclops.

"Bet she did she's fuckin' crazy, some people think if she wasn't chained down already she would've made it big time!" A sinner exclaimed.

{Earth}

Russia:

A professor hummed, his eyes fixed onto the captions translating the English speech into Russian for him and his colleagues in Moscow state university. "So they have turf wars for territory. Fascinating... it mimics the dynamics of mafia wars in modern history, but mixed with a more anarchistic society instead of our highly regulated one..."

Some of the younger college students winced at Sir Pentious, knowing very well how cringe it was for an older generation to try and be "hip".

A third year student, Sasha noticed something, "So it seems to me that there's a yearly 'extermination' that happens down in hell, perhaps to prevent riots and keep control over the demon and sinner population."

Another student scratches his head with his pen. "But why do they keep killing each other after the extermination? Sure, there's lots of territory left, but wouldn't that mean the first suckers to come there will die?"

"Beats me." His friend shrugged, "People are naturally unreasonable. If those are really just normal humans transformed into demons, then I'm not surprised."

[A live clip of Cherri and Sir Pentious's clash is shown.]

["Those two seem to be really going at it, huh?" Tom Trench commented.]

["Looks like they're fighting tooth and nail for that hot spot!" Katie Killjoy said as she fishes out a tooth and a nail respectively from her mug of coffee and proceeds to swallow said tooth and nail.]

Nigeria:

A lot of humans gagged as the sharp news anchor swallowed them, turning away from the screen.

"Ugh, that's utterly revolting," A sociologist remarked, his expression twisted in disgust as he observed the demon devouring the unconventional body parts with a sickening crunch.

Humming contemplatively, he tapped the tip of his pen on his notepad, which was already filling up with theories and observations.

"It certainly appears to be that there is a hierarchy of sorts. Whether that implies Lucifer sits at the top remains uncertain, but considering the types of individuals they likely receive down there, it's a wonder they manage to uphold any semblance of societal order." Turning to his colleagues, he spoke with a mixture of intrigue and mild repulsion in his tone.

"Indeed. If we were to postulate that extremists who have committed sins are among the inhabitants, the level of discord and political strife would be staggering. Democrats versus Republicans, religious zealots, homophobes, racists, and the like... the clash of ideologies would be intense." His colleague nodded in agreement, peering up from his laptop over the rim of his glasses with his interest piqued.

"We also need to take into account the change in a person when they get to hell-, it's a known phenomenon when a killer goes against society norms they think it can't get any worse and embrace their tendencies..." A criminologist stated.

"Agreed, Hell probably encourages these behaviours, and this 'Katie' woman is a huge example, from what I read it was never stated she ate anyone in her life yet here she is doing it on live tv?" Another colleague noted as they all nodded in agreement.

[Tom Trench was looking over at the live broadcast and was focusing on Cherri Bomb,"And I'd sure like to nail her hot spot!" He said as he wiggles his eyebrows "Hoohoo!"]

["Haha, you are a limp-dick jackass, Tom! Or should I say- no dick? Katie Killjoy asked as she 'accidentally' pours scalding hot coffee onto his crotch.]

[Tom Trench curls over in pain, feeling the effects of the coffee on his crotch. "Ugh...not again!"]

{Heaven}

Cringing at the unsettling scenes broadcast across Heaven, Emily was overwhelmed by a wave of inadequacy as she heard yet another round of gasps rise from the crowd below on the promenade. As a seraphim who had lived for centuries, she had never before felt such profound uselessness, hopelessness, and weakness.

Yet, despite her discomfort, Emily couldn't tear herself away. Not now, especially after realizing that Sera had been hiding far more from her than she had ever let on. Whether driven by a desire for petty revenge over the perceived betrayal or a growing empathy for the sinners, Emily endured the gasps that felt like daggers to her heart.

She knew she had to uncover the truth, to understand what was truly happening. Glancing at her friend, she noticed that Saint Peter shared her turmoil. His expressions shifted between disgust, empathy, and sorrow as his eyes remained fixed on the screen.

"I... I don't know what to think," Saint Peter admitted, his voice weighed down by conflict. "They do deserve a second chance, but what can we do? I mean, this..." He gestured toward the large screen displaying Tom Trench writhing in pain. "...is horrifying! Don't they have any kind of order or law?"

Jesus sighed, disappointed at Katie's treatment towards her co-host "Katie, this is wrong even for someone like you."

Emily nodded in agreement, her emotions swirling with frustration, anger, and a newfound determination. She looked down at her Kitsuna, who gazed up at her and nodded, as if understanding her feelings.

"We need to find out, we need to uncover the truth and see what can be done to help them," she said firmly. Just then, something intriguing appeared on the screen.

[The screen then shows a picture of Charlie Morningstar as Tom can still be heard whimpering in pain in the background.]

["Coming up next, we have an exclusive interview with the daughter of Hell's own head honcho who's here to discuss her brand new passion project! Katie Killjoy revealed, "All that and more, after the break!" She crushes her mug in her hand and turns to Trench who was still in pain, "Suck it up, you little bi-!"]

{Earth}

Britain:

"That's the princess of Hell? The one who looks like a Disney princess knockoff from the intro?"

"Oh, sweet Lord!"

Across Earth, reactions to the sight of Charlie varied widely. Some observers found amusement in the spectacle and chuckled, while others, particularly those of strong religious conviction, were visibly disturbed and even frightened. Father Joseph felt his mind freeze as he stared at the image.

In the Anglican Church, the atmosphere grew tense as nuns and patrons began fervently praying.

"Father Joseph, aren't you going to pray? That's the Devil's daughter! An... an abomination!" Sister Madeleine exclaimed, her voice shaking with fear.

Father Joseph paused, his expression conflicted, as he continued to study the image of the so-called "princess of Hell."

"I know, Sister. I know," he replied evenly. "But I don't want to rush to judgment. From the looks of it, she seems like an ordinary girl, doesn't she?"

Sister Beatrix shook her head, clutching her cross necklace tightly.

"But, Father Joseph, it could be a trick!" She insisted, accusing the kindest demon in Hell of being evil.

"Why would she hide who she truly is in Hell?" Father Joseph reasoned calmly. "The Lord asks us to judge everyone fairly, just as much as He asks us to rebuke and deny any darkness. So, I shall wait."

"If you say so... Dear Lord... " A priest gaped as he watched the TV in the church while his fellow clergymen were equally stunned. "The daughter of Hell... that woman from the beginning, she's Lucifer's daughter?!"

"This is monumental... the fallen angel himself, having a daughter? This was never in the scriptures..." A preacher muttered from the side of the room. "None of what's being shown is in the scriptures, Father Joseph. I suppose we've all been wrong about what Hell really is."

{Hell}

Hazbin Hotel:

Charlie winced, bracing herself for the embarrassing moment she knew was coming next. "Ah... this isn't going to be good."