Sora's Hyperfixation Drabbles

Chapter 26: Theatre of Audio (Warfare)

Báthory shrieked in rage as Maestro's flames splashed harmlessly against her new sinnerskin cloak.

Nice to know his powers were flashy and somewhat distracting against an Overlord of her level but damn what a time to figure that out! Maestro may have been a deer but unlike Alastor he did not have media powers.

Maestro came by his love of theatre honestly.

He hissed as his hooves nearly sunk into the near molten tarmac. Shame, his abilities’ might have been useful then, instead of draining too much power per ranged shot trying to maintain a flamethrower hot enough to burn anything other than hair!

It was humbling to know that these territory-less roaming Overlords fresh from decades long captivity were stronger that he was.

Maestro did not like humble.

Vlad the Impaler materialised and raised another spear through the ground like a high speed javelin with a grudge against heaven. Maestro spat a slew of profanity and fire at the freak.

The Radio Demon who had also materialised out of the aether with zero warning, was having no such trouble and was in fact laughing madly as he punted several of Countess Bathory’s servants through the glass window of a nearby shop display and the concrete walls of the buildings behind it.

Combat came easy to the Radio Demon, Maestro mused feeling downright pissy as he tried to get enough space to set shit on fire!

No hesitation, no thought, just raw piss and vinegar, Glancing wounds were healed in moments with threads of green power that cut like knives. Unbothered by the wounds Alastor was lunging forward the very next second in a howl of static and teeth.

Give him some garrotte wire and his old Maschinengewehr 42 any day!

Of all the days to have sent it to repairs, he doubted the machine gun would phase these two but at least he’d feel less naked.

Maestro’s horns extended and branched, the tips trailing off into smoke. The tarmac ignited properly beneath all four of the overlords in a blue flame billowing black smoke like that emitted from old coal engine train, oily, greasy and rendering the two stags utterly invisible to their opponents.

Maestro hated being relegated to support mainly because it showed him where he’d been slacking in his magic. He scrambled towards the biggest pile of rubble and began mentally raking around in what the younger generation disrespectfully called ‘Hammerspace’.

Maestro was the only Overlord who could call it that with a serious expression. The weapon that fell into his’s hands wasn't one he had encountered in life, it was one he had spotted in death, fallen in love with and traded in several favors to learn how to wield with the skill of a master.

It certainly had the element of surprise, at least Maestro thought it surprised Bathory’s servants when the heavier end of the spinning meteor hammer went through her face and skull embedding bone fragments and brain matter in a shop display.

Was it an accurate reproduction of the original weapon? No, It’s weighted ends were faaaaar outside the realm of human strength. Was it unexpected and downright cathartic to hit people with? Absolutely.

Alastor emerged at his side, gaze unsettlingly focused on the cooling corpse. Maestro’s battle rage abated as he looked around, “Where-” then Maestro actually looked at Alastor, soot stained, blood drenched and… Chewing on something very crunchy…

“Did you eat-?”

Stupid thing to say as Alastor’s form abruptly warped, the lightly charred corpse vanished and Alastor's reappeared with a beatific smile his chewing sounds growing louder. Fucking cannibals. “I do believe our deer vladdy escaped into the sewers” Alastor spoke though his staff as he continued snacking on Countess Báthory and her servants remains. Maestro sighed deeply pained by the pun and looked around anywhere but Alastor’s growing grin. “Are we going after them.. or” Maestro hated how winded he sounded, he did not want to go into Pentagram City’s sewers and even Alastor had to be slightly pained at the concept.

Unprompted the ground beneath them erupted, his ears rang. Alastor looked a little wide eyed himself as a rapidly decaying acid soaked bullet studded pillar shot into the sky and wedged itself through the second floor of a skyscraper. Maestro had scarcely registered the gunshots and feminine swearing next as Vlad the Impaler shot out of the sewers with speed and got impaled through the skull in turn by Alastor with the base of his staff.

Again Maestro found himself upstaged by the Radio Demon’s innate murder cervid reflexes.

Those reflexes could save him from whatever urge to temp fate was leading him to approach the newly created hole to the sewers, Maestro was staying far back from that thing. Alastor leaned over the hole and looked around, his eyes widening with shock at what or who he had found in the absolute Double-Hell that was Hell’s sewers. “Mimzy?!” Who?

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Chapter 1: Scream Reign

Alastor wondered if he was hallucinating, “This is an utterly terrible idea” he tried to reiterate to the fluttering seraphim.

Charlie cut in, cajoling with a smile that wouldn't dissolve sugar. “Everyone already knows how powerful you are. If anything, you’d probably get more powerful without keeping those people constantly in the airwaves!”

Alastor wondered if he should burst Charlie's bubble and tell her that wasn't how his powers worked.

Then Lucifer spoke up in the same tone, the same fucking tone, he’d used to call Vox garbage, “Come on bellhop! It’s just a couple of Sinners, You’re all the same anyway”

Alastor saw red, he decided then and there that Charlie, Lucifer and the Seraphim could, as Angel Dust was prone to crassly saying, Fuck around and Find out, “If I release the souls from the Airwaves want one favour from each of you, I’ll even add in Charlie’s caveat of harming no one.”

“Greedy sinner!”

“Useless Deadbeat”, Lucifer flinched back hard, good.

“In addition-”

“More?”, Lucifer shrieked like a seagull.

“-In addition, I want it to be known that this was entirely YOUR joint idea, All credit for whatever comes of.. this, Falls. On. You.”

“So you’ll do it?” Charlie ought to know by now the puppy dog eyes did not work on him.

At his nod Emily and Charlie hugged each other and spun happily in circles, though whether they maintained the level of enthusiasm in the coming days...

Sera nodded amicably, “I see no harm in a small favour that harms no one”

Sera and Lucifer clearly had much better control of their magic than Charlie for the flash of light from the handshake to go off like a small party cracker, Charlie and Emily’s were loud and flashy as expected.

Alastor mused if he were a lesser person he’d vow to never wash that hand again, possibly dance and sing about swindling two seraphim, the devil himself and his daughter.

As it was, Alastor was already going to break out the good rye or maybe some moonshine and have himself a party the second he was in private.

“I’ll release all souls trapped per our agreement upon returning to my radio station at the hotel today, that should be easiest”

“Well, I see our business here is concluded, I’ll have St. Peter report on the weather status in a few days”

Sera's smile was wide, Alastor's was wider.

This was going to be entertaining!

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Chapter 2: Announcement

Alastor was feeling something he didn't often feel, a small smidgeon of regret as he stared out of the window of his radio station at the growing number of trembling figures in the now silent rain, frantically scrambling away from where he had graciously allowed the portal to rematerialise.

The lights of the radio station’s On Air sign blazed red, illuminating his figure in the window. Appropriately dramatic and easily spotted given the renewed hoarse screaming and increased running or crawling speed of the crowd below.

“Citizens of the Pentagram, It brings me no pleasure to announce that earlier today at the embassy, at the command of His Majesty King, Lucifer and the High Seraphim of Heaven, Sera, the Airwaves will no longer be allowed to broadcast my defeated foes delightful screams.

Apparently my broadcasts now reach heaven and have been deemed unsettling, who knew the Pearly Gates on high could block broadcasts?

Not that I ever tried to broadcast into heaven all my favourite listeners are down here after all!

Understand Pentagram, I have no desire to subject my dear mother to that. Thus all the souls imprisoned within the airwaves by myself have been released to wander the streets once again at Heaven and the Morningstars behest”

As he settled in for his regular broadcast Alastor gave it less than a week before the true chaos started and Hell started to boil over like an unwatched pot.

Alastor threw subtlety out the window and strengthened the hotels wards as high as he could ignoring Lucifer's confusion echoing in the magic. Where was this anxiety coming from?

It was probably from the concept of that wall being blown up again, Stupid Fallen Angel making that one wall that always blew up load bearing..

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Chapter 3: Behind Closed Doors

“Carmilla I must urge caution the situation is rapidly becoming dangerous beyond our control, We must leave, now!”

“Zestial surely you’re overreacting, while they are Overlords they have no territory to speak of-”

The building shook, Zestial gripped the table edge tightly, claws digging into the surface, “I was the weakest Sovereign Overlord of that time, and given the power they currently have at their disposal I expect Alastor did not claim their contracts, merely imprisoned them and their followers as is.”

Noise blasted through the warehouse to the meeting room from a stout mule horse sinner with a machine gun and a veritable army of likewise formed and clad gun wielding zealots.

“COME OUT AND FACE YOUR BETTERS WOMAN! I PROMISE I’LL SHOW YOU AND YOUR DAUGHTERS A REAL GOOD TIME!!”

Carmilla Carmine recognised that fucking voice even if she didn't recognise the face, Alastor’s past broadcasts being both highly memorable and surprisingly educational, “Good grief! Is that-”

Zestial’s voice was low, “José Victoriano Huerta Márquez, Formerly the self proclaimed Sovereign Overlord of Urban Construction-” Both Camilla and Zestial ducked out of sight as his gaze swept up towards their window.

“-and Weapons Manufacture”

Again Zestial urged her to abandon her pride, “Carmilla listen, you are strong don't doubt that but if you were around back then, with your current level of power you would not qualify to be considered even a minor overlord.”, more gunfire and Carmilla winced as she felt some of her contacts unravelling, the intruders had clearly stumbled across a stash of Angelic Steel and had started using it.

“This may be harsh and hard to hear but you are outmatched!” Zestial lowered his voice to a whisper “We are both outmatched. Gather your daughters and head to the hotel, You will be safe there”

The Radio Demon had erected the strongest of wards around the hotel the same day he had broadcast Heaven's decision and while the returned Sovereign Overlords were strong, they were not archangels strong enough to break it.

Scrambling down the fire escape Carmilla forced herself to keep running, no matter what happened.

“Zestial! Old Comrade! It’s been decades what brings you here!”

No matter what she heard.

She had to get to her daughters, the weight of the rings in her pockets burned.

Roaring, gunfire and explosions rocked the building behind her as Carmine Industries blazed with green light as another Overlord fell that night.

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Chapter 4: Lost Vista

The madman who had marched up to and into Vee tower was laughing, the psycho who had dismantled Veetek security effortlessly. Even now he was monologuing in a booming voice that carried down the halls.

"Long was I trapped in the ethereal sea by that ever hungering deer, mere flotsam in a typhoon of screams, however my fear of losing sight of the shore has left me long before my death. Shore is within sight and what a glorious shiny new vista I see before me to conquer, truly heaven has come to hell!"

The fight for Vee Tower was depressingly short Christopher Columbus wore armour that tanked anything the two Vee’s could throw at it, a single hit of his armored fist scattering Velvette into doll parts.

Valentino's smoke only seemed to make things worse, dozens of Sovereign Overlord Columbus's men shaking it off like mad and horny was their default. They tore off Valentino's wings and gagged him with the remains of them.

Vox, stayed silent from his room several floors down watching the security feeds, as a ipad there was nothing he could do as Velvette and Valentino were led away in soul chains.

Well, maybe... not entirely nothing. If Velvette and Valentino felt him tugging on their connection they said nothing to their new owner. A single contract, as much as Valentino could spare on short notice without being noticed to help Vox escape, swapped owners and Vox pulled on it hard.

Angel Dust yelped as he materialised in a dark room met by his personal nightmare, staring at the glowing monitor face of his tormentor.

“Put me in the carry case and take me to the Hazbin Hotel”, Vox the ipad, ordered imperiously.

He did not expect Angel Dust to snort and turn to examine the room, “...and why should I help you?”

Vox wanted to scream, “I own you, you really want to go back up to that!?”

The screen lit up behind them, the sight of the Overlord’s henchmen partaking of both the models and the prostitutes.

Unexpectedly Angel Dust laughed, it was not a nice laugh and Vox got a sinking feeling at the spiders wild gaze, “You know what Vox? I’ve had worse, far worse at your hands and Valentino's hands than a couple of grabby amateurs that get horny over some exposed skin. Maybe I should open the door and turn us in?”

Vox nearly crashed, fans whirring in panic, “No! Wait Wait Wait! Bad idea! What do you want?!!”

“I want my soul back.”

“What?!”

“Or I could just leave you here, without hands you can’t exactly punish me, just summon me.” Angel sat on Vox’s favourite chair smiling at him all fangs, far too reminiscent of that fucking deer, “How long until you run out of power? Would anyone recognise you as anything other than a busted monitor?”

Vox winced and Angel taunted him, “Imagine, turned off and unaware in a landfill slowly buried in the trash pile as people throw more and more stuff away”

“enough”, Vox whispered hoarsely all too easily able to picture such a thing happening.

Angel Dust continued head tilted infuriatingly like a certain deer, “Maybe an imp will salvage you, or take you apart for spare parts?”

“I said enough! Take me to Hazbin Hotel, guarantee my safety, both getting there and staying there safely and you can have your soul back!” Vox was panicking.

Angel Dust hopped up from the chair suddenly all smiles, “Well! Why didn't you say that before!? Deal?”

A moment of silence, Valentino was going to dump him because of this, but if he could forgive him for nearly leveling the city he could forgive him for this… maybe, hopefully. “You’ve spent far too much time around that smiling bastard”

Angel Dust laughed as the light of the deal blazed.

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Chapter 5: Buyers Remorse Alastor sighed, idly swirling a shotglass of rye and inwardly debated drinking straight from the bottle. Husk was as miserable as ever ever since Angel Dust had voluntarily left for Valentino. He'd be even more miserable to know what Alastor had been strong armed into doing by Charlie, Lucifer and the High Seraphim. "So what's the big idea with locking everyone in the hotel?" Cherri Bomb dourly asked, the rain outside was quiet for once. Alastor’s improved barrier had bounced more than one resident off it before he had tweaked it. "As this hotel's hotelier it is my duty to see to the protection of the residents, thanks to the actions of the High Seraphim Hell has once again become worthy of its name." Alastor took another swig, it burned delightfully on the way down and numbed that niggling feeling that had been attacking him ever since he released the Overlords in the airwaves. "We took on Exorcists and the Vee’s! What's got you so worried?" spoke Cherri Bomb, such a spry young arson enjoying innocent little grasshopper skating across a pond of hungry hell sharks. Alastor reached for the rye bottle, hard liquor loosening his tongue enough to elaborate. "Well-" The doors crashed open. "The Overlords and all their territories are under attack!" Alastor ignored Vaggi's exclamation as she ushered the cloaked figures of a bloody and shaken Carmilla and her two daughters inside, considering the matter summarised neatly by the wounded Overlord’s daughter and again reached directly for the bottle of Rye on the top shelf.

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Chapter 6: The Ides of Murder

Sovereign Overlord Prick winced as his sides bled sluggishly from where his own needles had been extracted, Sovereign Overlord Hatchet swore colourfully as he stabbed yet another of their adversaries with his throwing knives. Doomsday district had gone feral today, ancient overlords rising out of the shadows like fucking nightmares.

The mad cackling of the overlord with the gold crown and her purple monitor lizard husband made both Prick and Hatchet shiver in disgust, let alone their unknown third who had assigned himself their torturer.

"After this shits over I’m petitioning Carmilla to ban fucking overlord triads, once was fucking enough!" Hatchet growled aloud making Prick give a pained chuckle.

“Do you really think those psychos are who they said the were?" Hatchet paused as if he hadn't truly considered it, Cleopatra, Julius Cesaer and the guy who fucking stabbed him to death so badly that thousands of years later people were STILL making ides of March memes on sinstagram in Hell, an overlord thropple?

"We need fucking answers, Carmilla's territory is that way, Zestial will know who these fucks are"

"Then we kill them?"

"Absofuckinglutely!"

Easier said than done, Prick ached from the exertion as the two of them came to a stop behind an overturned car.

“Fuck!”

Hatchet summarised their feelings up perfectly, Carmilla Industries had certainly undergone a change.

Scaffolding over one side of the incredibly battered building and welding lights aglow, horse like sinners loudly yelling and laughing as they waved angelic steel armaments around like toys.

“Hatchet! Do you see that?!”

“See wot?”

“That over there!”

Hatchet spotted it what Prick was pointing at and appropriately lost all colour “Ah.. Shit”

Zestial beaten and trussed up much like The Radio Demon had been by Vox... but downgraded to a chair without wheels, that had to hurt the ego.

But the radio demon had clearly had a plan in the works the entire time…

Hatchet decided to act on his hunch, “Prick you stay here, I’m going to sneak closer”

“Are you mad?!”

“We need to find out what’s going on!”

The horse sinners were pathetic drunks and easy to sneak around, getting as close as he dared Hatchet whispered “Psst! Zestial! what the fucks going on?!”

Zestial stirred and Hatchet realised that the overlord was in a poor state, bound tight with angelic steel and covered in sluggishly bleeding slashes

“Overlord Hatchet? What an auspicious meeting”

“Cut the crap old man, what the fuck’s happening?”

Zestial bore an unreadable look, “Did you not hear the Radio Demons broadcast?”

“My hearings been blown out for the past week.” Hatchet admitted “Some amateurs trying to replace that mad bomber ever since she went to that hotel”

Zestial sighed “Understandable, The ancient Overlords have been released from imprisonment, Carmilla has escaped but the entirety of the Pentagram is under assault”

“Huh, so that really was Caesar, Cleopatra and Stabby Ides MarchGee… Why the fuck would he release them?”

Zestial looked exasperated, “Allegedly, Heaven told him too”

“Well shit, Heaven again?”

There was a moment of silence, “You want help escaping old man? Only cost you a favour? That carmine weapon commission of mine Carmilla keeps putting off being moved to the front of production after this mess sounds good, or an angelic steel whip if she can manage it?”

Zestial sighed as though in pain, this brat, “Deal”

“Originally I had intended to as the youngsters say nowadays, pull a radio demon”, Zestial grumbled as Hatchet carefully picked at the chains.

In a successful PR Campaign Velvette and Valentino had gone fully transparent on the entirety of the Radio Demons captivity, broadcasting how pathetic Vox was using surveillance footage from inside Vee tower. People had made everything from montages of manipulation to AMV’s of the radio demons artful rage baiting of the former CEO of Voxtek into a homicidal breakdown backed to jazzy music.

Hatchet snickered, “Rage bait them to their own destruction in style?”

Zestial looked ruefully at his injuries, “I had forgotten the full measure of the overlords I was facing, I will not forget again.”

“So we leg it on three?” Hatchet eyed the mob of partying sinners.

“We can take my shadows” Zestial offered, rubbing his wrists to restore bloodflow, green light sparking from his fingertips.

Hatchet rubbed his own finger on his coat to get rid of the blood, “Prick’s over that way so you can drop me off there, we need to assemble the gang first and then contact Zeezi’s crew, you got a destination?”

“We will meet at the Hazbin Hotel”

Predictably the horse sinners erupted in furious shouting and indiscriminate gunfire when they noticed Zestial gone without a trace.

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Chapter 7: If you can’t do the time…

"Why is this happening!" Charlie quietly screamed gripping her head in frustration, Cherri awkwardly detanged her fingers from her hair before she tore some of it out and offered her a bag to hyperventilate into.

Alastor sighed, no entirely unsympathetic but deprived of rye and forced to remain annoyingly sober.

He spoke slowly in short sentences as if to a particularly oblivious young child.

"You, your father and the Seraphim made me empty the Airwaves. The Overlords and their underlings trapped in those Airwaves are now free. This is the result. Action and consequences"

A loud whistling and thudding boom rattled the hotel and saw Husk bristling feather tail poofing up like a feather duster at a noise he found ominously familiar.

"What the fuck is happening in the Entertainment District?" Cherri Bomb looked like she wanted to join in.

Alastor listened for a moment filtering and magnifying the noise to his hearing.

"...I believe that's the Spanish inquisition and various Conquistadors led by the returned Sovereign Overlord Columbus having a spirited debate with Sovereign Overlord Himmler and his Nazi legions."

A very loud explosion rang in the distance visible dust rising in the distance through the hotels windows as the Pentagram’s skyline slowly lost a skyscraper as it toppled over, Alastor's ears drooped incrementally, "...and I think the Nazi's are winning"

"Oh fuck that!" Husk hissed wild eyed jumping over the desk angelic steel playing cards drawn, "Angels still over there with those fucks!"

"The ancient overlords are all free?" Carmilla's voice was rough "Can't you put them back?"

What a question

Alastor cracked his neck, "Best you ask the High Seraphim that question Overlord Carmilla, it was her idea, despite my protest my hands are tied. Something about heavenly noise pollution"

Husk rivaled Niffty in his movements, rapidly tucking a dozen bottles and cleaning cloths into his magic hat and grabbing a first aid kit from beneath the bar.

“I’m getting Angel out of there! Those Nazi fucks are dead if they fucking breathe in his direction”, Husk hissed and left swiftly left the hotel followed by Cherri Bomb.

Not that Alastor had any objections to Husk going on a rampage in the name of love, any excuse to fight nazi’s was a good excuse.

In the sudden silence Alastor summoned a large box of cleaning supplies and set them down next to the roach theatre, “Niffty please ready more rooms, as many as you can. I expect Carmilla and her daughters will not be the only ones to seek refuge here in the coming days”

Alastor finally had a name for his nagging anxiety that had eaten at him the moment he had agreed to the seraphim deal, something he thought he, a demon of Hell could no longer feel.

An emotion he had no right to feel, Guilt.

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Chapter 8: Howitzer

“Another fucking detour!” Vox raged until Angel Dust hit the mute button spitefully and stuffed him under an arm.

The streets near Vee Tower were surprisingly immaculate despite the takeover, showcasing the utter lack of resistance.

Angel Dust wondered at that lack of resistance “Vox, where’s your building security fucking gone?”

Muted, Vox looked remarkably shifty giving Angel Dust a sinking feeling. “You HAD security right? Proper security, not just glorified bouncers?”

Vox undid his muting himself and replied waspishly, “Most fights are between Overlords okay! We were three Overlords and Shok.wav! We could take any fucker who fucking tried! The tower never had any value, it’s just a place, if it broke we could just throw some money at it and rebuild.”

Angel processed that concept or attempted to and... “Fucking hell Vox why didn't you just hire some ex-military fucks or something?”

Vox hissed something that had Angel Dust nearly trip, “Arackniss fucking blacklisted me!”

“what”

The ipad sighed now sounding exhausted, “...Why do you think I didn't like you?”

Angel Dust could guess, “Because Valentino was fucking me?”

Vox laughed bitterly, “Because owning you meant the mob would bar us from hiring them! They’d put out a hit on anyone who fucking tried!”

“Why would he do that...”, and what was that whistling noise..?

“Fuck if I know-”

Angel Dust and Vox shrieked as the ground shook sending them both crashing down face first into the tarmac, the deafening noise of impact was loud beyond description and a cloud of dust rolled over them, blinding them to the cause.

Angel Dust stood when it was clear the movement of the ground had stopped, reaching out towards Vox’s faintly glowing screen which was now covered in road muck and rubble dust.

His own eyes were starting to sting from whatever was in the dust and it was getting hard to breathe.

Unable to see much beyond Vox’s screen light Angel Dust picked a direction and started to walk.

And yet, what seemed like moments later, Angel Dust awoke with a cacophony of coughing as though he’s held his breath too long, “Yeah, get it out” Vox’s voice was as unwelcome as always, coming from his side propped up against a bin. “About time you respawned”

That startled Angel Dust, “I died? I don't remember... How long?”, looking around wildly Angel Dust tried to figure out where he was, no longer in the Entertainment District at least, probably.

Vox was mad, “About 5 minutes, Looks like that skyscraper that came crashing down was Valentino and Velvette’s chemical experimentation lab, I told them to move that thing to the outskirts!”

Angel Dust could care less about Vox’s whining or what OSHA codes the Vee’s violated, “So I fucking overdosed on second hand drugsmoke?!” Vox snorted unsympathetic, “Look at it this way, you can navigate to the hotel properly without being blitzed out of your mind now”

Angel Dust hit Vox’s mute button extra hard.

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Chapter 9: Maestro and Magician

Overlord Maestro lay still in the wreckage of his own theatre playing dead and thanking his lucky stars that he wasn't actually dead in the collapse. His immunity to fire had saved him allowing him to become intangible flame much like the Radio Demon could become shadows.

Still he stayed and listened, quietly gathering information about his attackers.

The attackers had come in silent and fast, the first warning had been when he heard noises at the exit door as his theatre goers strangely backed up to the stage in a line for the exit after a performance started to grumble, then smoke had started to flood the theatre.

Everything and everyone inside had burned to ask. They’d regenerate in time, weeks later given they’d been incinerated into drifting ash.

Burning was an awful way to go.

So Maestro sat and Maestro listened silent. He heard voices, the unexpected but unforgettable voice of his killers from life made Maestro's blood run cold.

"The subhuman is dead sir" "We are sure the animal didn't escape again?" The disinterested voice of Heinrich Himmler conversing with Reinhard Heydrich, inspired such rage Maestro could barely contain himself.

If they had returned it immediately became obvious why they had targeted his theatre.

The theatre performance of The Diary of Anne Frank was a good a venue as any other for a nazi to attack.

Idiots, fanatically delusional in life and delusionally fanatic in death. How they clung to any sense of bigotry against race and religion in an afterlife that rendered the entire concept moot truly boggled the mind.

Maestro had died in a box for not matching their ideal of good breeding, he'd ripped out the throat of two Nazi's when he realised what that windowless stone box was.

The two had witnessed Maestro's rage and had him beaten with dispassionate eyes, threw him in the incinerator anyway and burned him alive.

As the voices faded away Maestro decided he was not going to let them live, the Radio Demon had his fun, it was Maestro's turn to orchestrate a symphony of screams!

“I don’t mean to interrupt your... whatever, but would you like some help?”

Maestro carefully didn't jump as he turned to the voice “Gambling Overlord Husk?”

Of course he’d spotted him amongst the flames, the gambler may physically resemble a cat in the majority but those eyes were all eagle.

“You offer help?”

Husk shrugged, “Head to the hotel, Carmilla’s there, we can get those Nazi fucks later with angelic steel.”

Maestro nodded, that was acceptable he paused and turned to the cyclop’s next to Husk.

“Ah miss bomb I trust that explosion was not you?”

Cherri Bomb looked rueful at the concept of an explosion that big not being her work.

Youngsters, “Nope, Some kind of cannon. I deal in bombs not missiles”

“Howitzer” Husk spoke up, “I recognised the sound, whatever they hit in that building, exploded and left a nasty low hanging residue of.. something in the sky or else I’d be flying right now” Now that Maestro looked he spotted small holes in the Former Overlords flight feathers as though the tips had been dissolved by acid rain.

“You were offering help?”, Maestro asked curiously.

“Hell’s going to hell in a handbasket, Alastor’s hands may be tied by the High Seraphim for now but he’s opened the hotels doors for those looking for sanctuary before the princess even suggested it”

The implications were interesting, Maestro guessed, “Weak sinners won’t make it to the hotel, their souls will be snapped up fast by torture if the rest of the ancient overlords are anything like the ones who burned my territory. The ones who do will be cunning, strong or armed with angelic steel. The perfect base for a resistance.”

Husk nodded.

"Very well, good luck finding whatever your looking for” Maestro bade his farewell and left the way they’d came.

Cherri Bomb side eyed Husk, “Any of that true?

Husk remained focused “Let’s get going, We still have to find Angel” What was he supposed to do tell Cherri?

‘Hell nah, they’re a live audience for when Alastor is let off his leash with the Seraphim to deal with the Ancient Overlords and cow the current Overlords into meek compliance for the rest of eternity’

Alastor would neuter him for that insight into his psyche should it be made public.

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Chapter 10: Countess of Blood

Zeezi winced as the newly fashioned harness bit into her skin but stayed silent lest her new boss whip her again, she tried not to think who the harness was made of.

Countess Elizabeth Báthory as she insisted she be referred to as, instead of Sovereign Overlord Báthory, was bluntly put, a monster.

She had thought the Radio Demon a hypocrite of a gentleman for killing a woman even an overlord woman. She very much understood now with unwelcome clarity that some people just needed to be gone.

Watching as the clubs pool was filled with blood from the throats of people dragged in and abducted off the street by the countesses four favoured servants was horrifying in a way Zeezi couldn't, wouldn't put words to.

The panic as the sprinklers had turned on mid rave only for people to realise the water had been replaced by blood...

The world turning hazy, something in the blood acting like a sedative allowing Zeezi's people to be easily subdued.

Enough time and distraction for the vampire like Countess Báthory to handle Zeezi like a small toddler and decide she liked the saurian as a colourful and silent beast of burden with a saddle to go with the leash.

Light glinted out the corner of Zeezi’s eyes she kept her head down hair hiding her eyes as she gazed up at one of the clubs windows to meet a most surprising sight.

Angel Dust the porn star was peering inside the window of Klub Kaiju, he looked rather horrified actually.

Not surprising given the situation inside Klub Kaiju, it looked like a charnel house. Some sinners had been staked to the floor at the pools edge and used like refillable jugs to fill the pool at intervals, some were picked at random, torn to pieces and served on platters like appetisers.

Báthory the bat like sinner resplendent on a throne surrounded by chittering vulture sinners, all giggling like schoolgirls as they mutilated Zeezi’s people for sport.

Angel Dust pointed at her and made a small gesture with his hand that Zeezi as a club owner would recognise a mile away, a fist with the thumb out then tucking the thumb into fist. A silent question, ‘Do you need help?’.

Zeezi didn’t know what Angel Dust thought he could do against classical vampires, but any bar for a fistfight.

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Chapter 11: Four of a Kind

The gunshots were loud enough to rattle the windows on houses streets away and recognisable enough that it led Husk and Cherri Bomb straight to it.

Vox’s head was propped up against Klub Kaiju’s front step flickering madly, His expression soured when he saw them, “Oh no, it’s you fucks again..”

Husk growled raising Vox to eye level, “Cut the chatter ipad, Where is Angel?”

Vox’s face shrunk slightly on the screen, “Suicidally fighting a Lolita Vampire Overlord, as if I didn't agree to free him if he got to the fucking hotel”

Vox yelped as he was tossed to the ground and walked over, “Ow! You fuck!”

The scene Husk ran into, skidding really, given the lack of traction on the blood slicked floor against his paws made him uncomfortable in many ways.

Although it was the scene of a massacre, the sight of Angel Dust firing everything at the Overlord, the fury and life in his gaze was breathtaking.

Husk’s eyes narrowed to pinpricks as he was pulled backwards by Cherri Bomb who hurled several Molotov's into the mess a wall of fire backing the Overlord into a corner with her attendants.

Angel Dust spotted them and ran over grining, “Husk! Cherri!”

Contained behind the blaze, Báthory roared loudly enough to shake lightbulbs from the ceiling and that was more teeth bared in Husks direction than he ever wanted to see again in his life. Alastor had nothing on this freak.

“Heaven forced Alastor to release the Overlords from the Airwaves, The hotel’s a safe zone, You’re beautiful”

Angel Dust huffed, “I kinda figured that when Christopher fucking Columbus made Tiffany Titfucker his favourite sex toy minutes after breaking down Vee towers doors.”

Angel clearly missed the last mumbled part of Husk's sentence over the roar of the fire.

“You’re free?”, Husk asked sounding hopeful.

Angel Dust shook his head, “Not until I get Vox to the hotel, Ooof!”, Cherri Bomb dumped a bag holding a certain glaring blue ipad into his arms, “Best you be the one to deliver him there then, don't want him pulling a Radio Demon”

Angel Dust wordlessly hit the mute button before Vox could begin swearing.

Movement out of the corner of his eyes had Husk throwing his cards with extreme prejudice, decapitated one of the creepy ladies in waiting who had made it through the wall of fire mid lunge. The fire separating them from the ancient Overlord was going out.

“Fuck Angel, you really got into a mess this time”

Báthory was as mad as Old Yeller before it got put down that much was clear, the death of one her attendants was liable to do that, just wait till she found out Husk Cards were made of Angelic Steel.

“Hey!”

Attention shifted to the still saddled and muzzled Zeezi. “Can you help me get this thing off of me?”

“How fast are you on foot?” Cherri asked instead, calculatingly.

“Whut?!”

“Look we can’t kill all these freaks, the airs contaminated and we aren't fast enough to escape on foot”, Cherri looked pointedly at Zeezi, Vox started laughing from his place in the bag.

Zeezi, who was still wearing a saddle capable of holding a vampire Overlord and five others at minimum“...You are not telling anyone about this AND AT LEAST GET THE FUCKING MUSSLE OFF ME!!”

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Chapter 12: Shark Week is Cancelled

The gas was suffocating him, except it wasn't. Tom Trench silently trudged through the basement corridors of 666 Broadcasting. The Vee’s had now truly fallen and contrary to all of his colleagues despair all Tom felt was a sense of relief. It had been years, decades really since Vincent Whittman had killed his way to promotion again and again through his own broadcasting studio then coerced ownership of the company from him.

Vox probably thought it was funny to hunt him down in death and make him a glorified reporter under him.

Robert Tom Trench was tired, decades of cowering in the shadow of that monster would do that. Thankfully Vox had never figured out it was him and not just bad luck who had loosened the bolts of the above-head hanging televisions. Robert who had used one of the gas mask television props to escape the building when the electrocution of Vox and his cultists had set the building on fire.

Vincent had never figured out that Robert Trench had burned the ownership transfer records, or that his final murder suicide the day after had never actually been broadcast to the world.

As far as the authorities were aware it had been a studio fire that had regrettably spun out of control.

Robert’s Entertainment Network had recovered via the buildings insurance and he’d even given a touching eulogy to those lost in the accident.

Vincent Whittman, remembered only as a picture on a wall that was quietly removed by Robert between cleaning's and never returned, the same with all the footage existing that contained Vincent’s face, accidentally irreparably lost.

How tragic.

The things Robert had done to Vox’s gravesite were especially heinous and best left unmentioned in polite company.

Robert Trench was also incredibly thankful that Vox had never figured out that Robert had approached the Radio Demon decades ago and told him of all Vincent Whittman’s above ground exploits, specifically Vox’s habit of emulating his victims in manner and dress before and after he killed them.

And my, my how the Radio Demon and Vincent Whittman had started to look like part of a matching duo as every day passed...

Which was how he became the Radio Demon's inside man in media, it was safer and much better compensated job than his previous stint in the American army as a munitions specialist before going into media.

Still Tom Trench had one last job to perform, unlocking the last door at the very bottom of 666 Broadcasting Networks basement to a forest of glowing green foliage Trench turned one last time looking back up the corridor. Removing his gas mask, jacket revealing a tired looking gecko sinner he threw them into the hallway.

Stepping into the doorway held the detonator up grinning in a way that would make his soul owner proud. He said what he wished he could have said back when he realised Vincent had murdered his co-workers, “Fuck your Shark Week and go fuck yourself Whittman!”

He pressed the button, listened for the sound of distant explosions, stepped backwards into the Bayou and slammed the door shut behind him.

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Chapter 13: Ra Ra Rasputin

@ladyvsama gave me a list of potential overlords and one of them was not like the others… (Details are kinda sus on this guy, I suspect a smear campaign by his enemies, so you all get the song version)

Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!

Zeezi kept a remarkable pace tearing through hells streets, “WOULD YOU STOP FUCKING KICKING ME!”, She wasn't a horse however.

“Sorry Zeezi, I ain’t never ridden a dinosaur before… at least not like this” Zeezi chuckled despite herself as Husk groaned at the spider’s lewd tone.

“Hotel Dead Ahead!” Husk shouted.

“Oh good I was starting to run out of bombs!”, came Cherri’s cheery voice from the back of the saddle, lobbing another at their pursuers.

Báthory’s vampire sinners were still chasing them, Zeezi had stomped her way over and through vehicles at an impressive stride but was wise enough to pace herself and thus kept herself several meters from the pursuing vampires.

Husk spotted a problem, “Cherri? You got one of those bombs left?”

“Bombs for days mate!” Hollered Cherri flinging one into the path of one of Báthory’s attendants.

“How do you feel about making an entrance?”

The Hotels doors weren't open and they couldn't exactly stop…

Angel Dust held tight as though bracing for impact.

“Ooh, Permission!”

The wall, THAT wall specifically, exploded like tissue paper and Zeezi dove through losing her balance on the tiles and skidding to an undignified stop.

The vampires sinners screeched as they were battered backwards by the black tentacles embedded in the hotels wards and after a moment of circling wisely retreated.

Inside the hotel Husk, Angel Dust, Cherri Bomb, Zeezi and Vox lay sprawled on the floor by the bar in a pile of tangled limbs, letting the adrenaline of the chase fade.

Voices approached, Charlie in an argument with someone, Husk didn't care, pulling himself up the bar table and taking down bottles of the high proof stuff to share around to everyone else who had outrun a horror movie cliche.

“I can’t believe you let an Overlord in here without warning!”

Angel and Cherri started to giggle eyeing Zeezi who huffed and downed her bottle before getting to work on finally escaping the saddle.

Alastor’s protest’s sounded somewhat sheepish, “He is relatively harmless-”

“Harmless! I have never felt so violated in my entire life” Charlie stated calmly eyeing a sinner resembling a cross between a borzoi and a wet mop sat peaceably by the fire.

“And yet you were never this angry what Angel Dust said those things to me.” Alastor retorted starting to look rather irritated.

Angel Dust pulled himself to his feet, “So we’re kind of in a crisis-”

“You can fucking manage- Angel!”

Angel Dust dropped what he was carrying to the floor as Charlie realised who she was speaking to and tackled him.

The disgruntled burst of static caught everyone's attention as Alastor snapped his fingers, shadow minions appearing and setting to work on repairing the wall.

Alastor strode forward and Angel Dust looked somewhat nervous. “Wait Smiles! I made a deal with Vox, If I get him to the hotel and safe, he has to free me”

Alastor stopped and looked Angel Dust directly in the eyes making the spider feel ten times smaller, “I was under the impression you were owned by Valentino?”

Vox, unwisely started to grumble, “Val transferred him to me to get me out of the Tower when those spigotty fucks-” Vox yelped as Alastor approached him with murder in his eyes. “SMILES DON’T DO IT!” Alastor stopped himself from stamping down on Vox’s face, with effort he deserved a award for.

Angel Dust pleaded his case, “Look Smiles he’s a creepy racist prick but he’s basically powerless, let him in the hotel until it’s all over and I get my soul back. Please”

Alastor abruptly found himself the subject of far too many surprisingly effective puppy dog eyes, ew stop.

Alastor huffed, “...Well, I can appreciate a good escape clause gambit. Very well Vox may stay, providing he behaves and keeps ALL racist vocabulary to himself”

“Not a problem!” Baxter piped up waving a familiar remote.

“DON’T YOU-”

click

Vox glared as he was propped up on the table, “-fucking dare!”

“Not quite muted, whisper volume level should do”, Baxter noted smugly, “Should neatly fulfil the deals clause of keeping him safe if he can’t audibly antagonise anyone into hurting him”

“Angel Dust”

“Smiles?”

“Welcome back”

“Who am I seeing a visage from heaven on high?! Are you from Moscow? Because my heart rushes to you”, The Borzoi had made his way over to Angel Dust, grasped one of his hands and started flirting.

At least Angel Dust thought he was flirting but the Russian accent was so thick he could maybe make out one word in three.

“I see you’ve met our newest resident, Rasputin of Moscow. Former Ancient Sovereign Overlord” Alastor smirked nastily at Angel Dust’s karma come to collect, “I trust you’ll be a good mentor”

Husk darted in front of Angel Dust pushing Rasputin back, “Hey pal, buzz off!”

Husk’s interference did not have the intended effect as the borzoi sinner merely leaned close and crooned in his face, movement and tone conveying what his thick accent could not, “You must be vodka—smooth, strong, and unforgettable. Come with me kitty and I’ll show you how Russians stay warm in wintertime”

Angel Dust muffled his laughter as he watched Husk dive behind the bar hissing, the borzoi waving and getting distracted neatly by spotting Rooster, licking his lips and striding forward with intent.

“Sooo uh Russia's greatest love machine huh? Not matching your previous Overlord slaying MO there Smiles.”

Alastor blushed bright red, “...It wasn't intentional” Alastor muttered “He snuck up on me and did the-” Alastor made a waggly hand gesture indicating some unknown flirtation and shuddered, “-Thing, I just shoved him in the radio waves by accident, I was not best practised at it back then”

smack!

Angel Dust, Charlie and Alastor watched as the Borzoi who had moved on from Rooster and apparently spotted a now vibrantly blushing Zeezi, gamely bowed out after getting slapped “You’re stronger than a shot of vodka.”

Then he spotted Cherri, who abruptly stopped laughing.

Angel sniggered, “You know… Apart from the weird sex thing and his...incredible optimism, that guys basically exactly like you”

“Please don't compare me to that... mess of a man”, Alastor order bordering plea went ignored as Angel continued, “I wish I could pull off the dark and mysterious act to the point everyone around me wants to crack open my skull and nosey around the grey matter with a microscope”

Alastor grinned nastily, “Who needs to wait? I could do that right now!”, Angel Dust backed off with a grin.

Vaggi called down from the second floor irritated at the noise, perhaps? “What the fuck is happening out there! Oh! Hi Angel! Welcome back!”

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Chapter 14: Food for Thought

Former Overlord Rosie fled to the hotel along the backstreets supported by Susan with the other Cannibals and their hysterical children in tow.

Sovereign Overlord Cain had returned and had not been pleased to discover his father dead, with the Cannibals assistance.

Ordinarily Rosie would have fought him herself with Alastor's assistance but the children were in a panicked frenzy just hearing his name.

Cain had been the first murderer, in hell he became far worse and far, far creepier.

The children, un-aging in stature and maturity but eternal in memory did not, could not forget.

After all, pre-history did not have things like the age of consent and Cain was always trapped in the past.

The princess would answer for this Rosie vowed, Alastor would never do something so stupid like releasing those old monsters without her input.

Despite the Razing of Cannibal Town, Cain wasn't the biggest problem, it was the two Ancient Sovereign Overlords who came after.

Two rivals who hated each other to the marrow and were not afraid of collateral damage, one the falcon headed founder of an ancient empire, the other the very same wolfish destroyer of that empire.

Hell was never going to be big enough for Temüjin and Timur to co-exist peacefully, therefore it and anyone in its path, burned.

“Rosie...” Susan for once looked somewhat worried, never a good sign. “Some of the children are missing”

Rosie’s claws usually hidden gouged the stonework next to her, rage mounting, “Just.. Get to the hotel”

“So we aren't going back to get them” It wasn't a question, she was seeking confirmation. Bitch.

Rosie took a deep breath, “If you think you’re strong enough to survive the literal all-out war happening back there be my guest, But I have to keep my people safe”

“Good to know where we stand”, Susan mocked in a tone that made Rosie want to kill her. Bitch.

The hotels doors were thankfully open, Rosie met Alastor's eyes the moment she entered and strode right up to him heedless of the sudden silence in the room. “Alastor, would you care to explain why I just had to evacuate the burning remains of Cannibal town from two warring Khanates and the First Murderer out to re-collect his harem of children?”

A strangled sound came from the couch, Lucifer choking on some hot beverage out of a novelty mug, “-His harem of what???”

Charlie who had begun to approach the two, similarly had gone completely grey as had most of the room.

Good, let this lesson engrave itself in their memories for all eternity, Rosie let some of her carefully chained fury show, “Cain, Son of the First Man Adam, The first Murderer and the first kiddie fiddler along with all his like minded sinner followers, are no longer imprisoned in the airwaves.

Four of cannibal towns children are missing. If Cain doesn't have them then Timur will, arguably a worse fate”

“I’m so sorry-”

SLAP!

Charlie’s head snapped to the side with the force of Rosie’s slap, she stared wide-eyed as if she could not comprehend that Rosie had hit her.

Rosie clearly already knew who was at fault.

Rosies voice was raw with a kind of tranquil fury that left its listeners paralysed, “Not once since the founding of the hotel have you considered the ramifications of your actions, continuing to act like an all knowing princess.

You Princess Charlotte, have never been human, never been a sinner. All you have are stories and poorly placed pity. You do not understand us and don't even make the effort to try.

You don't understand what drives people to sin, when the only choices are sin or sin worse!”

Rosie's gaze was unforgiving, Charlie and all those watching quailed beneath it.

“And now you’ve unleashed true evil upon hell. People, truly evil people who invented the very sins that would go on to become humanity's a one-way tickets to hell. So, whatever is happening to those children, whether they’re nailed to a wall or a cock, I hope it’s worth it to you, Princess.”, The word princess was spat like a profanity.

Charlie flinched when Rosie reached forward wary of another slap, even Lucifer tensing if more violence would come, instead the hotel watched as Rosie removed her shiny head councillor badge from Charlie's jacket and crushed it under her heel until it was in pieces.

With that Rosie walked over to Alastor who wordlessly handed her a room key where she left for their rooms with the rest of the dry-eyed somber cannibals without breaking stride.

Charlie knelt by the badge fragments, picked them up and left the room to silence.

It took no time at all for Lucifer to drag Alastor into a side room, followed by Husk, Angel Dust and Cherri, “What the fuck was that!”

The King sought to blame Alastor? Too bad. “The deal means I cannot harm anyone mentioned by the deal as it still stands” Alastor pointed out mildly, “Not you, not Heaven, not Charlie, nor the overlords I have been forced to release at your command.” Alastor, rather regretted adding the last part in hindsight.

“You knew this was going to happen..” Lucifer realised.

Alastor's gaze was steady, tone uncompromising, “I did warn you, repeatedly. Had I refused, You, Charlie and Heaven would have forced the issue themselves, and we would all be in a far worse condition with no warnings or protections in place at all!”

Lucifer felt the wards ripple at Alastor's words a reminder of the massively increased number of times the wards had pinged in the past few days as they rejected enemy scrying magic and the occasional long distant curse.

In that moment a light materialised before them causing the sinners to jump back with weapons drawn.

Luckily it wasn't anything dangerous merely a glowing portal with a familiar hyper seraphim leaning through it. “Hi! Sorry to intrude, I think your mobiles out of charge or your networks down because we couldn't text you or Charlie so I came personally!” Emily the sugar fueled hurricane chirped, “I’m here to deliver the weather report on St. Peters behalf!”

Emily’s wings drooped as she took in the various sinners and Lucifer lowering their weapons and leaning against various walls or appliances as if each of them were recovering from a mild heart attack, “Is this a bad time?”

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Chapter 15: ...don’t do the crime!

Heinrich Himmler and Reinhard Heydrich observed the chained sinners down below in the parade grounds, the leveled former Heaven Embassy clocktower, “Do you remember when we first arrived in this strange land?”

Heydrich nodded, grim, “We were as the Americans were fond of saying, cocky”

Himmler sighed, “Our soldiers had already laid the groundwork for our rule, the entire German war machine ready and waiting for us to swear their souls to our cause on arrival, the so-called master of this realm Lucifer was absent. Even without the Fuhrer we were without rival...”

Heydrich sourly interjected, “Then the Radio Demon came”

“Then the Radio Demon came”, Himmler acknowledged darkly

There was a moment of silence or perhaps shared trauma.

Himmler spoke stiffly rubbing his forehead, “He caused more trouble for the Third Reich in four months than the entirety of the west's allies put together in six years.”

Heydrich hummed in agreement, “We will not make the same mistake this time. The Holy Roman Empire, The German Empire, Hitler's Germany…. We do not give up so easily we will turn this realm into the Homeland of the Fourth Reich, a world fortress and once we have succeeded in taking hell, we will take back the Third Reich then all of Earth. Is this not a wonderful dream?”

Heydrich turned to Himmler, “What about the Radio Demon? He caught us off guard, decapitated our leadership and picked off the survivors”

Himmler huffed, “The last time we did not have allies, this time we do. Caesar has been a most informative ally, he and his… partners have already taken two districts within the inner pentagram in addition to Doomsday District. Though they refuse to move into Uptown for obvious reasons.

The Entertainment District has been taken over by what seems to be Spanish conquistadors, and the three southern districts seem to be waging an all-out war with each other, not to mention the roaming bands of lesser Overlords"

“Suicidally stupid with the Radio Demon still about” Heydrich commented dryly, Himmler agreed, “We hold the center, our snipers have set up killzones at the borders, we will begin pacification of the north western district after all sinners within the central district have been brought to heel and added to the Reich. Respawn zones are being mapped as we speak”

“Excellent work.. ack! It seems we have a spy” Both Heinrich Himmler and Reinhard Heydrich snapped their gaze up at the same time, guns raising in unison and shooting with impressive accuracy.

Far, far above them gazing horror-struck at the now dark scrying orb sat the Council of Heaven.

It was not the only scrying orb in use several floated showing the dire situation below, although many of them had already gone dark.

"Oh this is bad, very, very bad" Emily fluttered anxiously as the functioning scrying orbs showed the Heaven Council the view of Hells sinners, people all over hell running and hiding from the absolute worst of the worst.

"How is this caused by containing the screaming weather phenomena!?" One of the council members asked.

Through a secondary screen Alastor had been reluctantly convinced to appear in the Heaven Hell broadcast without his signature static on, standing in a repurposed staff room looked thoroughly annoyed. Lucifer, Baxter, Husk, Angel Dust and Cherri Bomb were also present though Niffty had been sent to find Charlie.

He spoke evenly with the tone of someone who had run out of patience but was too tired to act on it.

"The phenomena known as Scream Rain happened in Heaven because of the interference caused by your hackneyed broadcast of Sir Pentious's existence to Hell."

"Baxter and I worked very hard on that" Sir Pentious protested, Baxter looking mutinous.

Sera interjected, “Another important issue is, how did they detect the scrying device?”

Alastor snorted “Your scrying devices are poorly designed, out of date and leak magic all over the place, Easily detectable to anyone with the remotest amount of power, it’s hardly surprising, back to the main topic” Baxter and Sir Pentious nodded in agreement even as several of the angels, likely the designers or the scrying orbs, looked like they wanted to cry.

Alastor tilted his head at Sir Pentius in acknowledgement gaze flat, "Congratulations on hammering so hard the square block went into the round hole with that broadcast, you certainly accomplished... Something."

Baxter looked contemplatively up at Alastor, "Are suggesting we damaged Hell’s Airwaves?"

Alastor sighed, "Hell does not have the natural capability to support airwaves, it has me."

There was silence at that revelation.

Sir Pentious looked thoughtful then spoke slowly growing more awed at whatever conclusion he was reaching, "Now that I think about it, Radio only came to Hell after you arrived in Hell, you've been supporting the entirety of hells technological infrastructure by yourself!?" Pentius’s voice had risen quite shrill towards the end of that sentence.

Alastor preened under the gazes of Angels and Demons who were rapidly starting to realise that the Radio Demon might not just be any regular sinner, "Funny isn't it? I've not had a lick of gratitude over the fact either."

"No wonder you're so grumpy all the time, Bambi" Lucifer remarked, Alastor visibly resisted the urge to punt the pint sized monarch like a football.

Sera interrupted, "Back to the Screaming Rain topic please"

Alastor continued to elaborate, "The Airwaves I created upon my entry into Hell functions such that I can directly interface with them and change them with a thought.

You should thank Niffty, without her darling ideas I would be unable to broadcast more than 10 meters around me at best. Essentially I create a foldable net of my power and stretch it beyond my range and create more as my range extended. Think of it as knitting a very long scarf without stopping or perhaps unfolding a very small piece of origami and finding the paper sheet large enough to blanket a entire room."

Pentious and Baxter boggled, "but that much power.. "

Alastor laughed, "Finesse, darling, each strand of net is a thread of magic thinner than sewing thread, negligible on its own but encompassing a vast reach. Perhaps a fishing net would be a better analogy"

Alastor took a sip from his mug, he did not like talking about his weakness.

"It was a tiring endeavour unpractised as I was, so I used the Overlord I defeated as relay points to anchor the Airwaves in place passively. The fact it held them in a virtual limbo as unconscious scrambled data was also bonus as no one in Hell had access to angelic steel at the time. I've improved since then"

Alastor grinned making some of the watching cherub’s squeak, "What your amateur broadcast hour did was set the airwaves I forged out of demonic power on fire with holy energy, connecting them to Heaven. This connected my network to Heaven and began automatically forging new connections in Heaven own, much shoddier and completely undefended broadcasting network. Bear in mind this was a fully automated process and when I am not broadcasting the default noise is screaming.”

Lucifer interjected snidely, “I’d have though you’d be all over a chance to broadcast to Heaven” Alastor took a deep breath, thought better of it and just whacked Lucifer with his staff. “My mother is up there, I am not exposing her to Hell, I already mentioned this on my broadcast or does your diminutive height also affect your range of hearing?”

Whilst Lucifer hissed at him Alastor turned back to the Council and continued speaking unbothered by the devil, “The demon energy based broadcasting network existing in Heaven was akin to storing electrical cables in seawater or acid, the cables corroded, the energy sparked and clashing energies now in full contact with each other then uncontrollably affected the weather."

Alastor wrapped up his exposition with a grin that sent shivers up everyone’s spine.

“The only reason I agreed to stop the broadcast is that had you tried to stop it yourselves it would have ejected all those trapped in the airwaves onto Heaven’s doorstep with their thrall armies and I will remind you again for the third time, My Mother Lives Up There!”

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Chapter 16: Hazbin Overlords

For what felt like the thousandth time, Rosie took a deep breath as though asking Heaven for patience, “Vox, darling, Alastor is half-creole”

Vox head propped up on a decorative plate stand, still didn't get it, “What he’s got a favourite food?”

Rosie and possibly all the others in the room listening lamented, If only Vox still had a neck to squeeze, “Creole, as in Half-Ethnic Creole”

The buffering in Vox’s screen as he Voggled what Creole even was should not have been as entertaining as it was, then came the long overdue explosion.

“...Alastor’s black?!”, Error messages flooded his screen.

Before Vox completely lost consciousness he heard someone say something, “Oh good grief! No wonder Mr Southern Static Fuckass Bob dumped this racist pixelated tamagochi ass”

Oh fuck you Susan. Then everything went dark.

“Well that’s one way to start a meeting”, Zeezi muttered with a snort sipping a sugary hot chocolate out of the biggest tankard Husk could find.

Camilla entered the room with her daughters as unruffled as one could look in the situation, followed by Vaggi.

And what an odd Overlord meeting it was, given it was open to the public in a manner of speaking.

Angel Dust and Baxter sat beside Vox, Angel with Vox’s mute button on standby, and Baxter manning a radio receiver set up with Alastor’s help. Maestro was attending the meeting virtually from another part of the city narrating what was happening there to the hotel. The canny overlord had holed himself away in a safe area and surprisingly called the hotel via a slapdash ham radio to report on what was actually happening closer to the chaos.

“The Nazi shmucks are messing around with the power grid, the lights are flickering on and off all over the city, they’re up to... something.”

Nazi’s being productive, that sounded like bad news regardless of what they were up too, “Any news on our overlords?” Asked Rosie, who in the absence of blood was sipping something that looked like tea but could double as paint thinner.

“Looks like Zestial, Hatchet and Prick were waylaid trying to get to the hotel. Zestial and Hatchet got away but Pricks probably going to take a good long while to regenerate, looks like he encountered one of the roving Overlords Vlad the Impaler, who apparently lives up to his reputation” Everyone winced.

Just then the staff room door opened and in stepped Alastor and Lucifer.

“Heaven’s voting between sending the Exorcists into Nazi territory and letting me summon the Sins to deal with them”, Lucifer spoke.

Abruptly as if to affirm Lucifer’s places as the most hated being in creation the cutlery on the table as well as anything not nailed down began to rattle, people swore trying to maintain balance as the ground began to shake.

“Are we under attack!?” Angel Dust hollered as he was pulled into Husk's arms and sheltered beneath a table.

Alastor grip was firm on the doorway, looked alarmed ears swivelling madly. “No! But I can’t feel the other Rings in the Airwaves anymore!”

Maestro was swearing over the radio voice distorted by the static of a worsening connection, “Tha-- the fucks we---doing! They took out the fuc---g elevator!”

Lucifer’s mobile began beeping madly with alerts, he read the notifications and swore, “The Sins can’t get into Pride, everything's been shut off!”

The shaking finally stopped and everyone got to their feet, wary of a continuance.

Maestro finally stopped swearing and adjusted the audio to sound less like Alastor, “The fighting in the Entertainment District stopped, And it looks like the Nazi’s and the Industrial District reached an agreement of some kind.” Maestro trailed off suddenly sounding awkward and strained, “Carmilla why does the Industrial District have Angelic Steel anti-air ground emplacement artillery?”

Carmilla sunk into her seat under the accusing gazes of most of the room.

Niffty poked her head out of an overhead vent, “Hello! Has anyone seen Charlie? I’ve been looking everywhere!”

Ah, Alastor had wondered where that encroaching sense of impending doom was coming from.

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Chapter 17: Truth Will Out

How had she ever though screaming rain was normal? Charlie Morningstar questioned herself as she walked through the, for once, silent backstreets of Hell. In the days since the Ancient Sovereign Overlords had been freed Doomsday District had changed in ways Charlie didn't know to categorise.

It was quiet, a thick mist enveloping the usually arid section of the Pentagram, for one apart from the occasional rumble of rubble being moved, the more bullet battered buildings were in the process of being pulled down by sinners with a strange uniformity about them, primarily lions, crocodilians and some with long quills.

They didn't notice Charlie was there, as she had long mastered the art of looking like she was exactly where she was supposed to be. A vital skill in walking down the Pentagram’s streets and not getting mugged within five minutes.

Luckily being wet, even from mist, was unpleasant no matter the species so most sinners were indoors, most sinners.

Charlie made the mistake of look too closely at the structure like thing the strange sinners had erected in one of the more open plazas, Charlie then calmly made her way to a nearby blown out building out of sight to vomit.

Bloody hands, claws, wings and paws fluttering in the wind. The Ancient Sovereign Overlords had nailed body parts to a dead tree in a parody of leaves.

Charlie felt abruptly homesick in addition to being physically sick, It was terrible here, how much worse would Cannibal Town be?

Susan had freely shared as much information about the missing children into Charlie’s ears as she could, likely in an attempt to upset her.

Susan the bitch likely hadn't intended to be helpful or give Charlie ideas but she had.

Charlie was going to find those kids and bring them to the hotel where they’d be safe.

Alastor had ignored her, her father had ignored her, her girlfriend had ignored her, basically everyone had ignored her.

Did they blame her? Charlie gripped at her hair and took a slow breath, now was no time to panic. Charlie pulled her hood up and walked out of the ruin, she still had to traverse further south.

Her blood chilled as a couple of the strange sinners walked up to her, their quilled bodies and flat faces blank of expression were hard to look at. The taller one spoke confidently directing her gaze to a poster on a nearby wall, “An announcement went out, All sinners are to report to the southern plaza, Hail Caesar” Charlie awkwardly copied their salute “H-hail Caesar” the smaller one looked at her with understanding and a winning smile, “New recruit huh, Don’t worry I was shy like you once, give it a month and you’ll be slaughtering the barbarians with the best of us!” The taller looked down at his companion and snorted “Shame, I always though your stutter was hilarious”

As the two descended into bickering Charlie walked quickly away following the directions.

She was heading in that direction anyway.

She had walked south for over an hour and now she was in the thrum of a crowd listening and jeering along to a speech as she carefully tries to pass through without being noticed. The things they were saying were the sort of thing her Hellborn classmates in school used to say about Sinners and it made her skin crawl especially unpleasantly given it was directed at her this time.

“-The hellspawn have stolen from us! They presume to rule us, When every facet of their civilisation has been copied from us because they are savage god forsaken beasts incapable of creating their own!”

The Lion on stage radiated an aura of power Charlie had only felt around Alastor, except whereas Alastor suppressed his power in polite company this Overlord flared his on full display.

The things he was saying were.. Vile. Was this truly how Sinners viewed the Hellborn?

Charlie jerked as a clawed hand came down on her cloaked shoulder forcibly directing her away from the jeering crowd. Charlie waited until the figure took them to an isolated side street, ready to set them on fire and run when the figure lowered his hood..

“Alastor?”

Alastor looked profoundly irritated and somewhat wary given his ears were on a constant swivel, “You really have walked into a right mess Charlie”

“Why are you here?”, Was he here to stop her? Were the others nearby?

Alastor raised an eyebrow, “Darling I simply have no desire to see you get yourself killed”

“Where are the others?” There was a awkward pause “They didn't come?” Charlie hadn't wanted to be followed but she had thought… She didn't know what she had thought.

“They were… quite occupied with their own matters” Alastor spoke dismissively, panicking like headless chickens and paralysed into inaction more like.

“Why aren't you killing them?” Charlie nodded her head towards the place they had left.

Alastor chuckled at the phrasing, “Unusually bloodthirsty of you but to answer your question, I can’t because of the ‘harm no one’ part of the deal, remember?”

Charlie went pale, then they both jumped at a large roar behind them.

“LOOK UPON THE FACE OF THE BARBAROUS THIEVING VERMIN!”, Alastor and Charlie spun around looking around the corner at the Lion Overlords roaring yell, but luckily it wasn't directed at them.

Charlie felt Alastor tighten his grip on her shoulder preventing her from running to stop the evil in front of her.

Imps, Hellhounds and other Hellborn in chains and they all looked terrified.

Charlie struggled as Alastor’s shadow wrapped its way around her limbs and frog marched her away from the scene.

Alastor growled lowly into Charlie's ear, “Don’t be stupid Charlie, neither of us possess the power to fight them at the moment, that mob will overwhelm and kill us in a heartbeat with sheer numbers and unlike myself You Won’t Re-Spawn!”

“But they’ll be killed!”, Charlie hissed back.

Alastor shook his head in the negative, “It’s a slave auction to raise morale, I have seen Overlord Caesar do this before decades ago, at most they’ll be sold and passed around at their next public orgy, You had no trouble consigning Angel Dust to sexual slavery so don’t start quibbling now”

The resistance abruptly went out of Charlie at Alastor's words, stated in such a factual tone that Charlie went numb.

At what Alastor judged a safe distance from the mob he released the restraints causing Charlie to stumble.

“...Do you truly believe that?”

Alastor was surveying the area for threats. “Believe what?” he asked absently.

“That I’d let people get hurt like that?”

Alastor's gaze momentarily turned to her searchingly, “You have before, many times don't you know?”

Distractedly Alastor began to list event’s, keeping an eye out for danger.

“Angel Dust many times, myself thrice, Husker and your father and let’s not forget the entirety of Pride Ring currently”

Charlie looked numb, “...”

Alastor's ears twitched “What was that Charlie?”

Charlie looked up at Alastor “...When were you hurt?”

Alastor's ears went right back in alarm as Charlie's gaze focused on him with laser intensity that made him freeze.

Alastor lamented that he should have kept his mouth shut, he wasn't made for such conversations.

He tried to get away from the fraught topic by being as vague as possible, “You didn't look for me after Adam injured me, You didn't even try to find out what happened to me in Vee captivity and you didn't even look at me after Vox’s little hissy fit.”

Alastor didn't mean for his voice to waver as he spoke but it did and then Charlie was hugging him, face buried in his chest, shoulders trembling as she shed silent tears and Alastor just felt.. so very fucking tired.

Emotions.

How disgusting...

“So what are we doing?” He asked tiredly, making an effort to change the topic.

Charlie mumbled something indistinct.

“After all we’ve come this far, It would be... a great pity.. to turn back”

“Alastor?”, Alastor looked down at her tone wary at the sheer alarm in it, had they been spotted by Caesar’s men?!

It was worse.

Charlie was staring at him and her hands that were covered in red.. as was her face, her face which had been buried in his chest was smeared with blood.

Shit.

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Chapter 18: Identity

Alastor's wound had reopened and naturally Charlie was fussing, unfortunately being overburdened with guilt and adrenaline she was terrible at it.

Alastor let out an aggrieved sigh as he batted Charlie's hands away ignoring her wince as he conjured a bright silver sewing needle.

“You really are making a mountain out of a molehill, my deer”, he grumbled holding the wound closed and resewing it loosely.

Charlie wrung her hands helplessly, both of them were in an old warehouse right on the edge of doomsday district.

“You got attacked by Adam after defending the hotel and walked around like that for months without telling anyone!”

Charlie Morningstar really made panic an artform.

“I didn't even look for you because Vaggi and Husk said you were fine! Vaggi thought you flaked on us”

Alastor snorted, “Oh woe! The former Exorcist whose job description included putting my head specifically on a stick and the person I OWN think the worst of me, whatever shall I do? I may huddle under a bed with Lucifer's ducks and forevermore season my jambalaya with my sad, sad tears”

Charlie whined, “Alastor! this is serious!”

“As a corpse”, Alastor agreed, “Deerie in all honesty they both hate me, a lot of people hate me and I’ll lose no sleep over it”

Charlie sniffed, “I thought we were all friends”

“...” Alastor was not touching that sentiment with a bargepole, “You believed people you trust, should you have questioned things more? Maybe-”

“I’ll do better” Charlie promised.

Alastor smiled faintly, he’d believe it when she did it.

Charlie looked conflicted as she watched Alastor treat his own wound. Which was to be expected given her medical skills were more in line with rudimentary first aid than DIY open chest field surgery in enemy territory, “Shouldn't.. sewing it close actually close the wound?”

Ah, A important lesson her deadbeat father and absentee mother hadn't taught her? His time to shine.

Alastor held up the glowing green thread that seemed to pulse with unnatural green light, “The stitches I am using are purposely overloaded with an excessive volume of demonic energy, The angelic energy then goes for the stronger source of demonic energy, it tries to jump the wire like electricity and failing to hit anything, dissipates into the air.

Closing the wound however would trap the angelic energy inside my body as many of Rosie’s cannibals reported in the aftermath the first surprise extermination.

From their deathbeds.”

Charlie winced.

“And you need not worry, as an Overlord I am strong enough to burn out any infections”

“But it looks painful”

Ew, was that concern Alastor heard?

There were a few moments of silence before Charlie spoke up again.

“My dad could heal this!” Charlie offered somewhat jittery about the idea.

Alastor made a noncommittal noise as he expertly pulled the stitches tighter, “Even if he wanted to and I doubt he would, he cannot hurt sinners”

“Dad wouldn't hurt you!”

She likely meant well but that wasn't what he meant, Alastor sighed, “Charlie I really doubt he would risk his own well-being for me, even if I were unconscious. The pain, felt or not, would still likely trigger his punishment”

Charlie stewed in silence, “I’m sorry and I know I’ve said that a lot-”

“There was a whole musical number, possibly more than one” Alastor pointed out amusedly.

“I’m not good at this okay! I’ve never been good at this!”

“We have time, Try putting it into words” He offered, rummaging in his pockets for another roll of bandages.

Charlie spoke hesitantly, “When I was young I tried to make my parents proud, so I copied the Hellborn in my school, I was a model demoness! I could impersonate most of the...unpleasant... Goetia down to a T in my theatre class” Alastor knew when Charlie self-censored herself from calling someone out, she was really bad at it.

Charlie trailed off growing quieter “...but Dad isn't a demon and even if he hid it... I could tell he didn't... like the way I behaved”

“Hmmf, deadbeat” Charlie ignored Alastor in the Lucifer hating peanut gallery and continued,

“So I tried being like my dad was with me, singing, dancing, painting and I actually liked it”

“I could tell”, Alastor was again ignored.

“But then... Mom started thinking I was too soft for a Princess of Hell. She even called me and... It didn't go well... I upset a lot of people lately and now I feel like I’ll never be good enough for either of them... What even am I?”

Alastor gazed at Charlie, looking all sad and forlorn sat on a crate in the dingy warehouse they had broken into for shelter and sighed. If he didn't lift her spirits somehow they’d be stuck in here forever and nothing would get done, Also crying women made Alastor feel icky.

Eurgh, was he really going to share this?

“I understand, in a way I was just like you”

Apparently he was, Charlie didn't move but Alastor could tell she was listening.

Good, he was not going to repeat himself.

“My mother had brown skin and my father was white skinned. Nowadays it’s not so much of a problem and back then black communities would usually rally around their own”

Alastor sighed at the old memory, that was how these things came down to, that fickle word ‘Usually’

“My mother and I were the.. exception. My father was a monster and a hypocrite of the highest order, raping my mother and donning the white uniform whenever he saw the opportunity”

“Was he a doctor?” Charlie asked curious despite her misery and the casual horror story autobiography he was relaying causing Alastor to laugh until he wheezed despite the pain to his chest, “Oh Charlie! When we return to the hotel I am going to give you such a history lesson!”

Slowly his laughter subsided and he continued,

“My father was part of a group that saw black people as mistakes who should not exist, to be abducted on the spot to face some unknown fate or be killed on sight in a brutal manner as he could imagine”

Charlie somehow looked even more horrified, Alastor nodded finally done with the bandages putting his coat back on, “He was fond of lynchings, by now you should have the gist of what my mother and I put up with at home.”

He was getting Charlie so many history books and possibly hunting down whoever called themselves her teachers and eating them.

“Somehow I managed to secure an internship in radio, a miracle with my colouring in that era, no one need know I was mixed and I could bring home money to help my mother. Maybe one day we could leave to a place of safety.”

His gaze dimmed, he didn't like dwelling on the subject, “I came home that day with my first pay check, I wanted to surprise her…”

“I found her dead on the floor with my drunk father kicking her corpse”

Charlie remembered Alastor's once casual admittance of patricide and found herself reluctantly understanding, also no wonder Alastor hated her dad so much!

“I buried my mother and fed my father to the gators”

There was a hollow silence, there wasn't really much to say to that, Alastor cleared his throat sounding somewhat awkward, “The point is, I know what it’s like to be caught between two heritages and accepted by neither” Alastor trailed off, “Sometimes I wonder if my mother even wanted m-”

The warehouse ceiling crashed in with enough force that the ground cracked.

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Chapter 19: I Was Young and an Actress

Despite falling through a ceiling the brawling sinners didn't stop fighting, clawing and violently stabbing at each other.

Alastor pulled Charlie behind him, too late as the sinners spotted the overlord who had put them into the airwaves, paled and abruptly fled out a window screaming.

Witnesses he couldn't silence, his least favourite type of enemy!

“We need to leave now!”

“You... can’t hurt them..” Charlie who had watched as Alastor made no move to pursue realised aloud, that’s why Alastor wasn't fighting them.

Alastor hissed as he pulled his jacket on hurriedly over the bandages hiding them from sight, “We need to cross into another territory before one of the old Overlords get here, Cannibal Town is the closest now move!”

They didn't get that far.

The palanquin was ostentatious and bordered on the ridiculous, gold gilt eagles and shimmering silver crocodiles held up by silent muscular sinners with dead eyes. Escorting them was a praetorian guard of various animal headed sinners armed to the teeth, some even had guns.

It wasn't remotely historically accurate but given she came from pre-history Alastor would give Sovereign Overlord Cleopatra a pass.

Possibly some style points on account of the gators.

Cleopatra was an odd demon, for all she was an Egyptian queen she hadn't manifested with any of the trappings of Egypt on her everyday demon form. She resembled a humanoid green fish with wavy green and white hair, her eyes a brilliant crimson with black eyelashes that flared out like wings. She’d not changed much from Alastor's last encounter with her, still wearing the same green dress with white sinner fur dress shoulder straps and an excessive amount of golden jewellery.

Her light green gills were fluttering in a manner that, Alastor had come to recognise in fish type sinner demons, indicated mounting panic and distress.

“Sovereign Overlord Alastor!” She hadn't called his that on her first meeting, what a upgrade from ‘uppity mongrel’. Ah the changes an age in the airwaves could bring, “What brings you to my territory on such a night?”

She thought Alastor had changed his mind and had decided to come after her for a snack? Good, Fear he could work with.

“Your territory?” Alastor questioned pointedly pulling Charlie towards himself and looking at Cleopatra who was not shifting her gaze from Alastor for a second.

“Not that I or my husbands have any objections with your visit!... have you found our locals to your.. taste?” Cleopatra sounded strained as Alastor idly held the girl she had never seen before in his arms, poor thing.

“Quite fortunately so!” Alastor gripped Charlie’s chin and made her look at Cleopatra before letting go.

“It’s getting rarer and rarer to find morsels uncontaminated by chemicals much nowadays, completely ruins the meats flavour profile” Alastor shot Cleopatra a deranged grin that made her visibly shudder.

“Worse still the new fad of thin being fashionable,” Alastor gave a sigh and a woeful look, “What an utter waste of seasoning on so little flesh”

Cleopatra was never going to win a game of poker, but even so her avoidance of the topic of her and all the other Ancient Sovereigns long captivity at his hands was quite admirable, “Quite. On another topic, Sovereign Overlord Alastor there is to be a Meeting in the Sovereign Overlord Palace seven days from now, to.. reassess our dominions and stations. Neutral grounds where matters of leadership may be discussed without conflict.”

Alastor laughed harshly and Cleopatra’s retinue jointly flinched “How entertaining! Very well! We will meet again within the week, now if you’ll excuse me”, Alastor patted Charlie's head with a malevolent grin, “I have a dinner date to get to!”

It was somewhat comical the speed at which Cleopatra’s retinue and Praetorian guards made a u-turn and marched back the way they came with far greater speed than they had arrived with, near rocking Cleopatra from her throne.

Alastor let go of Charlie, wiped his hands and let out a breath “Ha! Still got it”

“You bluffed them”, Charlie spoke impressed despite herself as she straightened out her hair from Alastor's manhandling.

“I defeated an overlord whose entire Overlord magic powerset gimmick was gambling at his own game, an inbred spoilt wannabe big cheese is nothing for me” Alastor sounded offended at the notion.

“Now onto Cannibal Town”

“For some reason I thought you’d have forced us to turn back?”

It was what anyone else Charlie had known would have done, though she was beginning to think she should start just asking Alastor for that sort of thing from the get go.

Charlie had never had that enthusiastic of an enabler before, it felt terrifyingly freeing.

“There’s little point now, We’re right on the border.”

Alastor pointed at the visibly marked border where ruined shot out buildings turned into Cannibal towns quaint and well ordered Victorian buildings.

“Depending on what Overlord is currently in charge we may have to get quite... creative.”

Alastor's ears were twitching, his staff switching through stations. The Radio Demon hissed in displeasure, “Most of the radio’s in Cannibal Town have been destroyed”

Charlie had tried to forget that Alastor could hear through audio devices but at least he wasn't a creep about it like Vox.

The station switching stopped, static fading and a harsh guttural voice came through, Alastor swore violently causing Charlie to jump.

She watched as Alastor put his head in his hands, eyes closed thinking.

“Alastor? Are you okay?”

He spoke without opening his eyes, “One of the old overlords is approaching”

“We could go around?”, offered Charlie surprised at Alastor's evident worry.

“No, that one's sense of smell is too strong, doubtless we’re already being tracked, I do not like going into situations like this unarmed” Alastor growled before his expression abruptly lightened as he had an idea.

It should be noted that the last time Alastor had an idea like his current one Vox kidnapped the biblical devil, blew Heavens Golden Gates off their hinges, tried to become God, had a mental breakdown, wrecked half the city and nearly started a inter-realm war.

In Alastor’s defence, Vox was just like that.

Alastor spun “Charlie, be the Hellborn Princess!”

That was a confusing statement, “What?”

“Act! Pretend to be like King Paimon’s wife and order him to let us pass!”

The memories came back to Charlie, King Paimon’s wife from a prototype redemption activity skit in the Hotel’s early days she and Vaggie had performed that had unintentionally had everyone in stitches.

The story of King Paimon divorcing his first wife, his first wife who was the epitome of spoiled princess and the reason Paimon stuck to legitimising bastards, swearing off marriage for thousands of years. Charlie didn't even remember what the moral of that story had been about.

“Wait?! Would that work?”, she refocused on Alastor and did a double take ‘Well, King Paimon’s Wife did have an excessively loyal and homicidal retainer’ Charlie though faintly.

Alastor didn't look happy as he remained bowed to Charlie in a perfect replica of the old Goetian manner Charlie had rehearsed with Vaggi, his smile an ugly rictus thing that Charlie only recognised as such after knowing him so long.

“Perform your heart out and we might just escape this night with our lives”

Despite the situation Charlie was warmed to know Alastor had been paying attention to her redemption activities so closely.

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Chapter 20: It's Too Heavenly Here

(Replace each line of Inner Universe sung by Yoko Kanno in italics with my lyrics and imagine Sera singing it, this is a musical fandom and I am TRYING)

“Once I was perfect, unblemished, true in his eyes

A seraphim, the best of them but how did I fail

there's not a chance I broke all he built?

How do I move on and find my truth?”

Louder still the words began to echo and reverberate in the hall taking on a life of their own.

“I am no human”

‘I am no human’

“Maybe that my fault”

‘Maybe that my fault’

“How could I rule any of them

I crafted worlds and animals, perfect all

How I wish I could live up to my past

I’ve cause chaos and suffering

All in his glory!”

“Sera?”

The Seraphim jumped despite herself reverie broken and turned to the door.

Sir Pentious had peeped his head in looking rather abashed. “Sorry, Emily told me about the council’s decision I wanted to check up on you”.

Pentious was so considerate, Miss Cherri had better ready herself for a shovel talk from a Seraphim when she got up here.

“Sorry if I interrupted anything”

“how much did you hear?” Sera asked as she guiltily began picking up the letters that had been scattered on the floor, Sir Pentious wordlessly assisting her.

“Oh um, around the part where everything started to echo... this room truly has some fantastic acoustics”

Sera agreed “Ever since song magic permeated heaven our architecture and sometimes our lives are based around it, I imagine it must be strange for a newcomer”

“Oh? Hell has musical magic too”

That stopped Sera short as he continued to reminisce.

“Nothing like getting caught up in a musical number when you’re in a fight, turns everything non-lethal and produces fantastic choreography”

“That surprises me, I though the song magic was contained to Heaven, I could understand Miss Morningstar as a Nephilim could use song magic but I was unaware it had permeated Hell as a whole”

That really was something to investigate another oddity about Hell that Sera should have known long before ordering ANY kind of action military or otherwise.

Sir Pentious carefully stacked the papers on her desk. “Oh, song magic’s always been in Hell, it’s probably the reason so many of the current modern Overlords are in power now that I think about it”

No time like the present for an investigation over a friendly chat. “Could you tell me about them? The current situation tell me that I am woefully uninformed.”

Sir Pentious smiled, “Giving a seraphim a crash course on Hell politics sounds like a lovely way to spend the day, I’m having a mandatory rest break and Emily invited me to a small cafe, would you like to join us?”

The cafe was a small red bricked thing in the corner of one of the more secluded parks of heaven with two floors, white floor length glass windows and a balcony that served as a perfect landing point for those with wings. It had vibrant flowers curling around elaborate ironwork galleries and many bubbling water features inside the restaurant.

And despite the fact Seraphim did not need to eat the smell made Sera’s mouth water. Spice, savory scents and something deliciously chocolatey. Sera settled on a thick rice stew dish that made her tongue tingle from the heat.

Emily was visibly vibrating in place sipping at a dark sugary concoction that smelled very sugary, Abel was eyeing a platter of prawns with predatory interest whilst Sir Pentious worked his way through a small tray of sugar dusted fried pastries of some sort.

Sir Pentious dusted himself with a napkin and began.

“Previously I was talking about Hell’s wildlife and the antics of my former coworker Baxter but Sera has asked me to elaborate on Hell’s political scene are you okay with this, it may prove quite a upsetting topic?”

Emily placed down her drink, “Well I’m fine with it, Knowing this should help our understanding of future redeemed people”

Abel was nodding along, “Sounds like a good thing to know and honestly nothing will make me lose my appetite at this point, I’m too hungry”

Sir Pentious poured himself some of the tea from the teapot. “I shall start from the beginning, back when I arrived in Hell in 1888.

Now structure wise it was the same as its always been, the Ring is a Pentagram, each line dividing the city into eleven separate districts.

Each of these districts was ruled by an Overlord, each of some power.”

“How did they get that power?” Sir Pentious smiled at Emily's question “I’ll answer that question in a moment as it ties into the territory thing”

“The base of the Pentagram is in the North encapsulating Uptown and the Hazbin Hotel.”

Abel had his hand up so Pentious allowed him to speak, “So.. An upside down pentagram? I did think I saw differences in areas when I was down there but everything was so chaotic that I thought it was just lighting”

“The modern Overlords are into themed lighting, It’s a good way to tell territory apart to stop misunderstandings. The outermost parts of the circle are the largest territories, I typically spent my time in the north.

Mainly because Hellborn tended to have high traffic in that region and they paid me quite well for blueprints to improve their infrastructure in other Rings, the wealthier sinners can pay Hellborns with Earth access to bring back things from Earth.

To the east of the Ring is the Doomsday District, Overlords and sinners set it aside as a sort of rage room.”

Sir Pentious’s gaze went distant “There’s nothing quite like witnessing a full Roman centurion legion initiate a full on clash with an army of hell horse mounted Mongol khanate over a tax dispute.”

“Of course Alastor put a stop to that in the late 1930’s and now the area’s nominally ruled by Overlords Prick & Hatchet who installed showers and concessionary stands at the borders as well as set up a betting area”, Pentious sipped his tea.

“Brings some civility to the whole thing. To the west of the Ring is the Entertainment District, the area was built to be a distraction, everything a person could want to do to keep themselves entertained could be done here. Think of it as a circus attraction, Alastor briefly took it over around 50 years ago then became a Roaming Overlord a year later, Honestly, I expect he got bored of it.

The Vee’s eventually took it over and turned it into that neon city you saw.

The south west region is the Industrial District largely responsible for infrastructure and rebuilding areas after fights.

I think the only thing that really changed in that area when Carmine took over was the introduction of OSHA regulations.

And the south east District...”

Sir Pentious paused and visibly drooped, “Pent? What’s wrong?” Emily was concerned.

“...That area has a very bad history..” For some reason Sir Pentious was looking at Abel.

“Is it really that bad?”

“It’s definitely improved nowadays” Pentious conceded reluctantly “but back then ...”

Sera drew herself up and spoke, “Pentious it’s okay if it’s too much to talk about, I should have realised it could be a sensitive topic for you.”

Now he looked conflicted, wringing a napkin his hands, “It’s not sensitive so much as.. very complicated, I’m not sure where to begin.”

“The beginning might help”, Offered Abel somehow making Pentious slump further in place.

“Though Alastor defeated him and imprisoned him the southeast of the Pentagram was once ruled... by Sovereign Overlord Cain”

“wHAT!” Abel’s chair had fallen to the ground.

“My brother, there was good in him, I’m sure I can finally get some answers out of him, maybe get him into the Hotel-”

Abel paused jerked to a stop by Sir Pentious's unexpected and tight grip on his arm.

Sir Pentious’s expression was sympathetic in a way that made Abel’s heart sink. “Abel please sit back down, Cain is not the person you once knew!”

Something in Sir Pentious’s tone made Abel stop, “What do you mean?”

“Some people who go to Hell maintain their integrity, others become their absolute worst selves, maybe once he would have been redeemable but after thousands of years he’s become someone I am firmly sure is completely and utterly irredeemable”

Once it was clear Abel wasn't going to move, Sir Pentious continued.

“In the regions I spoke of their were 5 Sovereign Overlords, Before Alastor took them down they each ruled the economy with their own specialities”

“Not seeing where this is going but I’m listening” Abel breathed, righting his chair and sitting down to listen.

“Overlord Columbus of the Entertainment District turned it into a den of sexual depravity,

Overlord Marquez of the industrial district handled weaponry and deathtraps,

Uptown passed through Hellborn leadership, bartering and trading with other rings,

Doomsday District in the east was where deals and agreements were made and sealed in blood

The District Cain ruled was famed for one thing, Soul deals and.. child trafficking.”

“What?” Emily had her hands over her mouth and Abel had gone pale.

Sir Pentious was miserable “No one likes a kiddie fiddler so naturally most people entering hell would think.. to redeem themselves, by attacking Cain’s Town and they did.

Unfortunately they’d get defeated and Cain would torture them until they’d hand over their souls increasing his power until no one could challenge him”

“Adam told me he couldn't find Cain” Sera asked curiously, Now she suspected Adam had been motivated by grief when he suggested the exterminations such a short while after she had granted him permission to look for Cain in Hell and coming back empty handed.

Sir Pentious perked up.

“Alastor defeated Cain in the early 40’s and sealed him in the Airwaves, one of his most explosive fights of that era… Looking back on that.. I realise he was taking it easy on me”

Something still bothered Sera, “I find it hard to believe Lucifer would not interfere if Hellborn children were at risk from Cain”

“They were Sinner Children”

This time it was Sera’s chair that went crashing to the floor, in pieces even. “WHAT!? That’s not possible...” Sir Pentious’s gaze went sad.

“...Many times on Earth a starving family would be driven to desperation and feed their children meat not of animal origin, just to.. live on.”

Sera sank down to her knees and Sir Pentious hurriedly guided her to another chair.

“The sinner children are, for the most part, all unwilling or unknowingly cannibals, they don't age physically or mentally. Luckily Overlord Rosie ended taking over the area and looking after the children, charming lady, It’s now one of the most civilised places in hell.

Cannibal Town, aside from the cannibalism and risk of being eaten it’s the very model of a quaint Victorian Town, all children found in other territories are sent there by unanimous agreement of the current Overlords. That was one of the reason’s Alastor stopped trapping Overlords in the airwaves to broadcast over the radio, there was an agreement he put in place.”

Having been silent for a while Abel spoke up his eyes distant, “Awan disappeared, back when the Earth was new. I thought maybe she chose to leave with the caravan north despite Father refusing her, I looked for her, followed her trail… Then Cain attacked me suddenly out of nowhere... and I woke up in Heaven. Father told me he never found her, she was eight.”

The group was stricken silent, none noticed the Winner silently retreating back into the hallway.

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Chapter 21: Cry Wolf

“Who Dares Interrupt Us!”

The voice of the Princess of Hell boomed across the street, shaking dirt from roof’s and rattling windows. Scarlet and emerald fire twinning between her crimson horns, above which sat suspended a glittering obsidian tiara. Her eyes were a vibrant bloody red sclera with white irises and catlike slit pupils that made something unnamable deep in Timur's soul quake.

“Should not I be the one asking this of the duo who trespass upon my territory!” Called Sovereign Overlord Timur undeterred, he’d dealt with powerful arrogant hellborn before and he’d do it again.

That sentiment lasted to the moment before he recognised the stag sinner by her side and swiftly his courage died along with his eyes narrowing to pinpricks, fur rising against his control.

Several things slid into place, the hushed whispers of the Radio Demon allegedly having royal sponsorship to cut down the Overlords suddenly cementing into fact.

Then the Radio Demon spoke his voice was sharp, expression wild and teeth bared,

“In the absence of her Father, his Majesty King Lucifer, The Morningstar, Unsurper of God, God of this Realm, All territories within this Ring belong to the Princess of Hell, She will walk wherever she chooses Sinner!” Alastor manifested a fistful of green spectral fire in his hands, entwined with shadows that hissed and spat like acid, He looked ready to kill.

So The Royal Family was behind the Sovereign Overlords imprisonment, suddenly Timur felt somewhat comforted that his greatest defeat was inevitable.

“I see, Did we anger their infernal majesties? I assure you we can settle our differences. Whatever you desire we shall accommodate, Slaves? Men and Women of all stripes and colours and appearance of whatever bestial degree.”

The Princess’s nostrils flared in disdain, he tried again hiding his desperation.

“Were our yearly tithes insufficient? Given time we can increase the amount?”

The Princesses pet demon snapped, “HOW DARE YOU ASSUME THAT HER MAJESTY CAN BE BOUGHT!!!”

Several of Overlord Timur’s subordinates backed away with muffled whimpers of terror, they remembered the screaming darkness eating away at their minds.

Timur ‘s sin was Wrath not Prideful Stupidity, he dropped to one knee, teeth grit head bowed, “I.. Apologise.”

The princess’s gaze was piercing and her tone utterly dismissive, “In truth we have no business, I am taking my sojourn where I will and You Are In My Way” Unspoken the message, Timur will get out of her way or be squashed like a gnat.

“I apologise I have no right to inflict my presence upon your most august personage-” Timur nearly swallowed his own tongue as the Radio Demon turned his head to an an unnatural angle with a bone breaking crack and growled loudly crimson eyes shadowy and utterly unhinged, “You’d do well to remember that mutt! Unless you’re eager for the princess to order you put back into the screaming nothing once more?”

A fanatic Timur realised, that’s what the Radio Demon really was. Is this what happened to people who make deals with the Devil’s Daughter?

“Be calm my Executioner, I’m sure Overlord Timid has learned his lesson?” Interesting, the Morningstar Princess seemed to possess some ability to command the rabid beast beyond ‘fetch’, her hand gently cradling the Radio Demon’s cheek, most signs of his hyper aggression fading from his body. He was still gazing at Timur like he wanted to eat his innards, Timur shivered and the Radio Demon smirked.

Timur’s group scrambled out of the way, As the two left, the Princesses red coat fluttering in the wind Timur and his entourage gave matching sighs of relief.

Alastor loved working with theatre kids, The improvisation was spectacular and the results often times explosively entertaining.

Once out of sight Charlie reverted to her normal form with a wince and a stagger, catching the tiara before it fell and pocketing it. She wasnt used to maintaining her demon form in such a manner, Alastor's own cantrip special effect magic faded away.

She carefully took off Alastor's coat and turned it inside out hiding the incredibly soft red pelt inner lining and trading it back to Alastor for her black cloak.

Alastor accepted the cloak as well as Charlie's offered handkerchief and rubbed furiously at his cheek where Charlie had touched him, they had agreed beforehand to really sell the act but Alastor's skin still crawled from the brief skin contact.

Still it was amusing, “I must say Charlie I haven't heard such a good impression of King Paimon’s ilk since Zestial got drunk in 1989 and started reciting poetry at Camilla’s Birthday party.”

Charlie looked curious and it would be a good story to keep her distracted on their entrance to the heart of cannibal town, except Alastor sensed something he had hoped to never encounter again.

Something familiar hovering above them with a quiet electrical hum, he looked up and his stomach sunk into his boots.

“Oh god fucking damnit.”

A Voxte- Veetek drone was hovering behind the two, wiggling one of its extendable grippers in a mockery of a wave. Alastor eyes narrowed ears back and hunched over before thinking better of it, straightening his posture with a huff he turned to Charlie and pointedly marched on determined to ignore it.

Charlie caught up to him, Charlie who had also noticed the drone and was also blushing, “Sooo um.. How.. long do you think that was recording for?”

Meanwhile back at Hazbin Hotel

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA! HAAA! Ooooh ahhh I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe”, Rosie was fanning herself and leaning against Carmilla who was also uncontrollably giggling, Susan was wheezing “Tell me you recorded that box brat!”

Vox’s display was buffering and the i-pad was physically shaking, having muted himself he lazily pasted a thumbs up emoji on his screen eliciting a new wave of laughter.

The wall of the meeting room was now a hodgepodge of monitors thanks to Baxter and Vox.

Vox who after much cajoling had remotely commandeered all of his remaining drones left in the area to survey the Pentagram and try to track Charlie down.

The front and centremost monitors playing and replaying Alastor and Charlie’s performance and success in bluffing one of the most powerful Sovereign Overlords in recent memory.

“Weren't we gonna make a plan to deal with this?” asked Vaggi though her lips were wavering looking at the display.

Lucifer nodded twitching at the duo’s teamwork, “We should be making contingencies to protect the hotel!”

Angel Dust cleared his throat, ignoring Husk and Cherri wheezing silently behind the sofa, drawing all eyes and putting on an imperious look, “Yeah! Who dares to interrupt us?!”

Everyone promptly lost it again.

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Chapter 22: Abandonment of Fear

“Welcome to this Open Session we understand there has been a great deal of confusion over recent events”

Archangel Uriel was a tall spindly angel with golden hair sheared short and he looked like he wanted to be anywhere but where he was, naturally he made this known by speaking in the slowest weariest old man voice he could do.

It drove everyone nuts, which was a bonus in Uriel’s book.

“Concerns have been raised over innumerable issues and we will be discussing in open session today”

Uriel did not want to be here, “I am Archangel Uriel, assigned speaker for this assembly”

Uriel would rather go back to micromanaging the ecosystem on that one planet in the Andromeda system for humanity’s eventual Space Expansion DLC that God was so giddy about.

“Watcher Remiel will be taking notes”,

Remiel, who was still on gopher duty since that incident nine thousand years ago.

“Our first order of business per the suggestion box, The establishment of the Hazbin Hotel as a place to redeem sinners offers many both above and below hope, We intend to open lines of communication with a voluntary mail exchange.”

It totally wasn't because Sera’s new friend had gotten weepy over his love interest and the suggestion totally didn't have Sera’s handwriting literally written all over it. Noo sireee..

“Seraphim Abdiel will be screening the letters as we are aware that redemption is a long process. This mail exchange will be permitted only to those formally enrolled in the Hazbin Hotel.”

That should stop Abdiel becoming overwhelmed with information requests.

“Second order of business, the actions of the Exorcist Army, after much review and after examination by our medical professionals Exorcist Lute has been diagnosed with PSTD and is in mandatory therapy, we realise that this may seem like an inadequate punishment however a trial will be held for her once she has been judged to be of sound mind and body. The same goes for many of the other Exorcists”

It’s like they didn't know depersonalised death camps existed because constantly murdering innocent civilians broke the minds of competent soldiers, what were they expecting to happen?

“Third order of business, The deployment of the Watchers to the gates, The Watchers are a strictly defensive organisation, any demons found entering without permission will be repelled with prejudice, all questions regarding this organisation are to be directed to Watcher Angel Ananiel.”

Watcher Angels weren't at the level of the Seraphim but they could quite easily evict the Sin’s should they change their minds about Heaven being ‘Really Fucking Boring’ or 'A Beige Mother's Sad Idea of Fun' and decide to invade on a whim.

“Fourth Order of business, The Screaming Rain Phenomenon.”

Had Uriel mentioned how much he hated being here? Maybe he wasn't explicit enough?

“We now know the cause of the incident and after much discussion the information has been declassified. I secede the podium to High Seraphim Sera to elaborate.”

Sera showed no sign of being ruffled at being unceremoniously teleported from audience to stage with zero forewarning, Stood where Sera had been, Uriel conjured himself a large mug of coffee and gave the startled Seraphim and snake Winner a winning smile.

“Due to a thorough investigation, We now know Hell is as of this moment in the midst of incursion by hostile forces and extreme social upheaval.”

Sera probably needed better public relations training Uriel mused tapping the mug turning the beverage highly alcoholic, she should get on it, without his involvement. Less worried Winners yapping sounded nice.

“Our attempt to remedy the Screaming Rain Incident were poorly researched and as a side effect accidentally released some particularly dangerous sinners of a peculiar classification known as Sovereign Overlords from a prison as disincorporated atoms floating in the airwaves.”

Archangel Jegudiel who had clearly been doing some serious reading, spoke up sounding pointed, “To those who do not keep up with Hell’s politics, These Sovereign Overlords mere existence is the very proof of the Exterminations pointlessness.”

“How so?” Uriel projected his voice into the crowd, it sounded nothing like him on purpose but Sera was instantly onto him. Uriel smiled sweetly at Sera’s almost twitch.

“They gain power by taking the souls of lesser sinners, Not a single one died to an Exorcist on record”

Their was uproar at that.

“Not all of them are wholly bad”, Archangel Sarathiel objected, “I’ve looked into the pasts of the current Overlords as much as I could before the old ones were released”

“Miss Carmilla Carmine is incredibly overprotective of her daughters, leading to her taking incredibly extreme measures to protect them in both life and death.

Mr Maestro was a german jewish man who was captured trying to assassinate a Mr Adolf Hitler”

“How is he not up here then?” Uriel was briefly horrified at a winner saying such a thing then he remembered who they were taking about.

Hmm okay, fair.

“He’s killed a lot of people in rather horrifying way’s, admittedly they were awful people but there comes a point where you CAN go too far”, Archangel Sarathiel looked faintly nauseated reading the file.

“Mr Hatcher and Mr Prick, knew each other in life and fancied themselves modern day outlaws, their primary crime was theft of cattle… A lot of cattle actually… Don't know where they thought they were going to hide them...”

“Isn't one of these Overlords working at the Hotel?”

Uriel narrowed his eyes minutely and felt Sera do the same, this was information that had not been released yet. Worryingly, despite being in the same room he could not identify the speaker.

Sarathiel did not notice, digging through the papers in her manila folder, “Mr Alastor Hartfelt? Heartfelt? I can’t make out Adam’s handwriting here.. is this barbecue sauce on official paperwork?!”

Uriel was doing them all service not laughing out loud, he deserved a medal.

Sarathiel huffed and continued, “Mr Alastor who is currently employed at the Hazbin Hotel and has been since it’s inception has already cooperated with the Heavenly Court, However it’s also known he was the one who imprisoned the Original Sovereign Overlords in the first place.”

Archangel Jegudiel scowled, “Why did he release them?”

Sera felt her throat tighten with the deal warning her of lying, the Radio Demons words echoing in her head,

‘I want it to be known that this was entirely YOUR joint idea, All credit for whatever comes of this Falls. On. You.’ Condemnation and clarity in one, even if she hadn't been bound by her deal he was right.

Sera cleared her throat drawing attention to herself, “I failed to heed his words regarding releasing the Overlords he had trapped in the airwaves, I vastly underestimated the danger he spoke of”

The muttering amongst the Winners rose.

“However, I seek now to rectify this mistake. I meddled in matters that I as a Seraphim did not understand, going forward effective immediately In my capacity as High Seraphim I will no longer interfere without a clear, immediate and imminent threat, and that is a vow I will keep”

Uriel felt his wings tingle and looked at Sera curiously, had he just felt a Deal unravel? Interesting, he had thought Sera disdained such things.

Then Uriel spotted something that put him at ease, the Speaker of God was beaming at Sera, genuinely beaming.

Well.. Looks like there really was nothing to worry about? Apart from that information leak...

Nevermind, Sera was giving him that look again, he had to be back on the podium and speak more words, everything was awful.

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Chapter 23: Bringing the House Down

The spear flew overhead crashing into a window, Charlie involuntarily yelped then immediately felt judged by the looks the young children gave her.

“Shush, don't distract Uncle Alastor!” Alastor, who was locked in combat with two ancient Sovereign Overlords, Alastor who couldn't kill them but could absolutely scare them off.

“Actually Attila’s just a Overlord, Temujin’s a Sovereign Overlord” the youngest looking child stated matter of fact.

Okay that made Charlie feel slightly better but Alastor was still fighting two very powerful sinner demons high up on the Overlord rankings.

The children had not been unharmed after being taken captive by Cain, but at least they hadnt been forced to regenerate.

According to them Cain had been driven off and forced to leave his ‘prizes’ behind when a roaming turf war ignited between Timur, Temujin and Attila with Attila acting as the provocateur.

The youngest of the four children was unresponsive, wrapped in Alastor’s black cloak and bundled in Charlie’s arms, one wouldn't speak and stayed huddled close to Charlie.

The older two sported bruised and some scratches just from being in the general area of the warring overlords.

Alastor had briefly explained on the walk over that the ancient minor overlord Attila was the ruler of the south-eastern part of Pentagram City’s star, formerly Maestro’s territory.

Charlie made a mental note to get a list of Overlords out of Alastor, there were so many now.

Before Alastor originally overthrew him Attila was the kind of Overlord who loved to get into fights and was a bit of a chronic thief and looter.

His presence here in Cannibal Town was very easily explained by the bashed in doors and convoy of half abandoned trucks full of things like silver cutlery and golden candle holders as well as anything vaguely valuable looking.

Temujin had evidently driven off Cain and Timur and in the midst of fortifying the town discovered the thief had snuck in in hopes of looting it behind him whilst he was absent.

Temujin having used the majority of his strength in fighting Cain and Timur, found himself forced to fight Attila on an even field.

Usually Temujin could have stomped the thief flat but the Radio Demon had apparently chosen to interfere.

All because Charlie had stepped on a piece of broken glass on a stealth mission.

Charlie inwardly cursed herself, Alastor had warned her, He’d put his finger to his lips and shushed her like a child and she’s still gone and stepped on rubble right within Attila’s hearing range whilst sneaking the children out.

Ancient Overlord Attila had attacked Alastor and the noise had attracted the areas Ancient Sovereign Overlord Temujin now all three were in a building demolishing battle.

Charlie winced as Rosie’s Emporium lost it’s roof, shingles raining down to the road in a clatter from where it had landed after Alastor’s Shadow had thrown it. Attila emerged from the roofing, staggered and slumped against the roof.

Not unexpected given the Radio Demon had brought the house down on him.

The fight closed to two, Alastor versus Temujin.

Alastor’s suit was bloodstained though Charlie, though she only noticed because she saw him every day and could tell it was a darker shade of red than usual.

Temujin on the other hand looked even worse for wear his beak was chipped from being hit by a thrown car and crashing through a house and blood ran down one side of his head from an earlier fight as well as one of his wings being bent near the tip.

Both Sovereign Overlords were eyeing each other up, Charlie nearly jumped as the children abruptly grabbed her and pulled her behind a building and huddled down close pointing at something else.

She nearly had a heart attack, The Sovereign Overlord, and there was no doubt about that given the power Charlie could feel radiating off him, looked very familiar.

At first Charlie thought Vaggi’s late night thoughts about Adam coming back as a Sinner had been correct, then she actually looked at him.

The intruder looked like he was a wearing an exorcist helmet exactly like Adam’s, except the bright red, purple tipped horns were curved forwards instead of back and they had greasy brown hair. Their skin was a dull mottled gold, waxy like a corpse, far from adam’s former living human with a pulse look.

The lowly lashing red spade tail displayed his amusement as he spectated Alastor and Temujin’s fight.

A fight Alastor was going to loose even if the other overlords couldn't tell.

And then something changed.

Unexpectedly Alastor went on the offensive, Faster that Temujin could react Alastor had increased in size, snagged the Sovereign Overlord in his teeth from neck to hip and bit down hard.

Charlie winced as Alastor shook the Overlord like a dog and threw him.

Temujin somehow caught himself and landed on his feet scrambling back frantically, towards Charlie and the children's hiding spot.

Charlie nerves were already shot from this entire adventure, she brought her weapon forward and lashed out wildly, defensively.

Vaggi’s spear caught Temujin in the arm leaving a glowing golden scratch that the Overlord flinched back from and the delay was enough that Alastor could catch up and backhand him through a stone fountain where he crumpled to the ground and laid silent.

“Stand close to me”, Alastor had straightened up, and went back to his normal size stepping closer.

Charlie was still shaking “Alastor you can’t hurt anyone?” It sounded more like a question, Alastor was grinning.

Charlie hadn't seen Alastor this genuinely pleased in a long time.

“The Seraphim let the deal break, However the power boost won’t last long, I’m going to Shadow us to the hotel”

Charlie looked at the battered children, “If you could Shadow travel before then why did we walk?”

Alastor spoke matter of factly as he admired the rubble that made up Rosie’s Emporium, did Alastor and Rosie have a fight lately?

“The Nazi’s put up some sort of magical interference”

Charlie clearly still had questions, but this really wasn't time for elaboration especially as Alastor could already feel the boost diminishing, “Now everyone hold on to each other and refrain from panicking”

Charlie’s attention refocused, she was looking at Cain, “Wait Alastor! There’s a Overlo-”

Cain watched the group disappear into shadow, mildly annoyed his spear throw had missed.

Maybe it hadn't missed entirely, Cain picked up his weapon and idly examined the blood on his spear’s point.

Still, this was an opportunity. He approached the gasping Sovereign Overlord Temujin who hadn't moved from the ground where the Radio Demon had put him down, the specks of blood on the avian sinners beak indicating some serious internal injuries.

Without ceremony Cain brought his spear down with a sneer, silencing the irritants breathing.

That was one problem down, until he regenerated at least, peace and quiet.

At least until the next challenger for his territory came... and speaking of challengers…

Attila, quite wisely, started to run.

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Chapter 24: Like a Mule

Charlie fell out of the shadow with a shriek and immediately found herself with a face full of red feathers.

“?-Char-char!”

Alastor did that on purpose Charlie thought as her dad near cocooned her in his wings and began to fuss in the split second she’d materialised out of the Void.

Such an incredibly unpleasant way to travel, Charlie got the feeling that if she and the children hadn't been holding onto Alastor as hard as they were, then the shadows would have torn them to pieces.

Charlie got goosebumps at the thought.

“Was throwing half my Emporium truly necessary?” Rosie's voice, she sounded resigned.

Susan was heard wheezing in the doorway, at least someone was enjoying themselves.

Charlie pulled herself out of the fluffy wings and looked around.

Alastor’s perpetual grin looked more amused than usual as he gently pushed the children forward towards Susan without a word.

“You ain't bad fuckass bob” The cannibal karen squinted up at the grinning Radio Overlord. “High praise from you.. Susan” Objectively watching The Overlord and Susan stare at each other in mutual respectful disdain was rather funny.

“Charlie! Are you hurt?” Vaggi looked concerned as Charlie handed her her own spear back.

Charlie waved off the attention watching the children reunited with their community, wrapped in blankets and comforted, “I’m fine” They were safe.

Charlie hadn't been useless, she had helped.

“You’ve got a scratch on your face” Vaggi gently touched Charlie's face fingers coming away bloody.

“I didn't notice it..” The coolness of The Void had numbed her to sensation like slowly freezing alive, only now did Charlie feel the gentle sting of the cut on her cheek.

“Hang on let me fix that”, offered Lucifer his expression soft, manic panic faded, his fingers already glowing gold with a healing light.

“Thanks Dad”

That reminded her, “Can you also heal Alastor?”

Lucifer twitched, Charlie continued sounding more hopeful than she felt at Lucifer's reaction, “Alastor said you might not be able to because healing can hurt, but even if he was unconscious?”

Lucifer’s expression became conflicted, “He’s right, I tried once…” Lucifer shivered as if recalling a particular memory, “I can call Belphegor at best and even then the other Rings are cut off right now.”

Lucifer sighed “What's wrong with the bellhop anyway? Did he get a splinter throwing that roof?”

Suddenly Charlie couldn't stop the tears, “He’s got an Angelic Steel wound right across his chest and I didn't notice!”

“Wait what?!”, Husk who had been watching was coughing, his drink having gone down the wrong tube, “You sure he ain't exaggerating?”

Charlie bristled, “I saw it myself along with half his rib bones! I watched him sew it up in front of me. We should have looked for him after Adam!”

“Adam?!” There was a chorus of shocked voices.

“Well at very least we know the south east Pentagram hasn't got Angelic Steel yet” Carmilla spoke up from the doorway, “If you are alright please come to the meeting room and Princess Morningstar?”

Charlie looked up, Carmilla was smiling, “Well done rescuing the children”

Carmilla paused eyes scanning the meeting room, “Also, Where has Alastor gone?”

The meeting room had the hotel residents, Overlords and a plethora of well armed Sinners that had made it to the hotel in various states of battered, but notably no Alastor.

Charlie felt her heart plummet into her feet, Lucifer cast his senses out to read the wards, paused and huffed exasperatedly, “Looks like he left the hotel two minutes ago”

That was highly alarming, “He’s injured he can’t just leave he needs medical treatment!”

Charlie spun at the sound of muffled guffaws, Vox.

“Oh please, that little scratch from Adam is hardly going to slow that old timey shit down!” Vox drawled.

Charlie spun to face him, “You knew he was injured?”

Vox laughed genuinely incredulously, “And you didn't?”

His face display changed showing drone footage of the roof of the old hotel, the shield collapsing from Adam’s hit, the brief fight with Adam ending with Alastor’s staff breaking in two shielding him from death.

The grainy filter fading involuntary so they could see in high definition as Alastor was hit so hard he went crashing to the ground.

“Radio isn't dead… But it is ending this broadcast!” Words grit out from bloodstained teeth, holding his broken staff and ruined chest as he disappeared into shadows.

“...He never told me he was injured... not.. that badly at least”, Rosie’s tone was brittle.

Even Lucifer looked conflicted.

Vox’s face returned in another guffaw, “Since when did the old timey fuck tell anyone when he was injured? His idea of medical care is hard drugs and that fuck nasty bathtub moonshine he keeps brewing. Hell! Half the time he just off’s himself because it’s faster than healing or sleeping, the freak!”

Rosie twitched, evidently she hadn't been aware of that.

Carmilla interrupted, glaring, “Enough, what is done is done. Have your drones managed to acquire any more information about the situation?”

Vox huffed rolling his eyes, “Yeah, yeah, That drone you left in Cannibal Town got something real juicy”

Charlie shivered as Cain appeared on screen, there was no audio just him stabbing the downed figure of Temujin, the brief fight with Attila that saw the Thief Overlord limping off across Cannibal Towns borders.

And then something, strange, happened.

Charlie leaned in closer, “That’s… What is that?”

Figures in hooded red robes were pouring into the town.

“It looks like he’s consolidating his territory, bye bye Cannibal Town” Rosie glared at Vox for that.

Charlie tried to count the figures, “Why does he have so many ...people.. already?”

Rosie spoke up grimly, “A lot of them went underground when Cain was imprisoned in the airwaves for ..understandable reasons, now they don't really have a choice but to obey publicly. They probably had an easier time hiding from the exterminations too, I would be surprised if more than a hundred or so died to an exorcist spear in seven years”

“Pity” Carmilla sneered glaring murder at the figures on the screen.

Charlie didn't understand, “Why would they have a easier time?”

Vox rolled his eyes, “You can’t be this thick Princess, Exorcists have only managed to kill the newly fallen or those who have been in Hell long enough to actually want permanent death”

Charlie felt Vaggi’s hand tremble in hers and squeezed it lightly to offer comfort.

Vox sneered now looking directly at Vaggi, “I’ll bet it was easy and half your targets didn't run in the early days. Whilst the people who thrived in hell, like these creepy fucks, were able to hide in reinforced hidden bunkers. The people who didn't thrive because they didn't want to act like the demons?” Vox’s grin turned nasty, “The people who committed petty theft or minor sins? They just waited for death.”

In hindsight, it was obvious.

“The ideal people to recruit for your hotel” Rosie noted to the stricken Charlie and Vaggi.

“Good fucking luck with that, Alastor tends to scoop up those pathetic weaklings for his own contracts faster than you can blink. Fucking spying rats everywhere...”, Vox’s griping turning in a low growl.

“You need some fucking therapy” Zeezi grumbled at Vox with feeling, turning to Charlie herself, “Princess, in Hell Prison rules apply. If you see a kiddie fiddler, you shank a kiddie fiddler, preferably with angelic steel. It’s just so fucking depressing that so many are still alive to turn up for that creep. We hunt these sort of sick fucks for sport.”

“...Maybe you sinners aren't all so bad” Lucifer allowed dryly before being interrupted.

“Fuck!” *Static*

All eyes shifted to the suddenly live radio Baxter was fiddling with.

Maestro was meant to be quietly observing the situation, not swearing loud enough to wake the dead.

Something had gone very wrong.

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Chapter 25: There is No Therapy

Angel Temlakos had never been so ready to throw hands in his entire existence and that was both impressive and a rather depressing reflection of the current disaster.

Children in Hell. Sinner Children in Hell! Children could not Sin, What The Fuck?

Only Peter tackling him into a cloudbank and pinning his arms had stopped him from jumping past the Pearly Gates.

“Let me go!”

“Absolutely not!” St. Peter yelped as he go a mouth full of feathers.

“There are children down there! And don't tell me that’s where they belong or I’ll throw you to the Winners!”

More and more information from Hell had filtered up into Heaven, People were actually tuning into Hell’s media to find out what was going on down there.

Information on the Exterminations had been easy to find once people with strong stomachs actively started trawling through the yottabytes of Hell ‘s hellish broadcasting looking for clues.

No wonder the Cherubs who had interned in the archives for any length of time were so jaded when it came to humans.

The Winners were furious, more than one angel and cherub had had morality explained to their face, with videos, slideshows and recounted heartbreaking personal experiences.

St. Peter had learnt his lesson in the endless lectures about what treating any group of people as lesser led to, mainly death camps and genocide.

More that one angel had felt shamed about the obvious parallels the winners had ruthlessly drawn out for them.

That didn't mean St. Peter was going to allow any angel to dive head first into a warzone!

“You’re going to get yourself killed!”

“Then at least I didn't stand by and do nothing!”St. Peter adjusted his grip around Temlakos bunched wings and sat carefully at the base of his spine keeping Temlakos pinned and paused to catch his breath.

“Um, Are you ok over there?” St. Peter looked around, Abel looked uncomfortable and the Winner next to him was wringing her hands.

Still, some help was better than no help, “Can you please talk some sense into Temlakos! Hell is off limits!”

Abel sucked in a breath eyeing the cloud bank and the pinned angel, “You tried to jump?”

“Of course I tried to jump!” Temlakos exploded “There are children down there! Even Miss Apolline agrees!”

The Winner, Miss Apolline knelt to Temlakos level and pulled him upright, still with St. Peter’s arms tangled in his wings, “You’re heart is in the right place, sha. But rushing in like a drunk in a tavern is only going to get yourself hurt”

Temlakos grumbled but let himself be pulled up, “Let’s get you to Deerie, she should be off soon”

Cherub Deerie, one of a rotating staff of therapists helping people come to term with the recent revelations in a non-self destructive manner.

Abel had met Deerie recently and that gave him an idea. “We could go see her now actually?”

Temlakos looked mulish, “I wouldn't want to interrupt her work”

Abel was not stupid, Temlakos would jump the second St. Peter let go.

Abel shrugged nonchalantly, “I’m her boss, I say it’s fine”

“Are you sure it’s okay for me to be here?” The Winner Apolline looked up at the sign.

‘Restricted Area Exorcist Personnel Only’

Abel waved her concerns off, she was the sweetest winner he had ever met and Temlakos needed support and a voice of reason.

Cherub Deerie was in the middle of a therapy session holding a clipboard in what looked like a sharing circle.

At least Apolline assumed it was a sharing circle, Apolline had never been in therapy before because she didn't need it so she wouldn't know.

“Is it okay if I visit Temlakos?” It gave Abel the warm fuzzies to see the Winner so invested in her friends well-being “Yes, Sure, I’ll set you up with a visitor’s pass”

Well, that was convenient.

Apolline helped unruffle Temlakos feathers as Abel talked to Cherub Deerie and ushered him into check in.

Yet another patient, what joy.

Cherub Deerie inwardly rolled her eyes, at least her bestie Apolline could now visit and lighten up her work hours.

Apolline and Deerie had been trying to bend that rule for years, Abel was such a soft touch, Adam was made of sterner stuff.

Deerie turned back to her patient and put on her best voice she had learned from watching therapy videos.

“Now Lute, remember what are demons?”

Lute looked annoyed but repeated the approved response, “Demons at their core are humans who are base creatures beholden to instincts, assigning fault to them is akin to blaming an animal for defecating in an inconvenient place.”

“Very good”, Now if only she could sound genuine instead of as if she was reading from a script.

“But by that logic we should be putting them down like animals!” Deerie sighed, at this rate the stupid exorcist would be here for weeks and Deerie would have to reschedule her planned spa day.

How inconvenient.

“Now Lute... What have I said?”

Lute slumped in her seat, “It’s not that big a deal and I shouldn't waste people time by saying it out loud?”

Deerie beamed, her wrist alarm had gone off, it was the end of the session at last.

She handed Lute a lollipop for good behaviour, positive reinforcement was important after all!

“Exactly, Now put on your big girl britches and get over it already, Think of how much time you’re wasting here not doing your job!”

Lute nodded and left.

Deerie stuffed the papers she’d been doodling on in her cabinet and smiled when Apolline entered the room.

“So what did you think?”

Apolline accepted a lollipop, “I don't understand this therapy stuff, I’m sure you’re doing a good job”

“So who was that Angel who just checked in?”

“Just some fool who tried to jump off the cloudbank, sha”

“Idiot, as if that area doesn't have a ward”, Deerie huffed is disgust.

“How does that work anyway? Blocking downward travel?”

Apolline unwrapped one of Deerie's lollipops and handed them to the Cherub who accepted with a grin.

“Some ward key in the Exorcists main office, apparently Adam had it turned into an axe of some kind”

“Really? That’s...”

“Overcompensating for something?”

Apolline and Deerie shared a giggle.

“That’s one way to put it”

“Why you asking?”

“No reason, Just curious sha”

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So I just found the Word-Limit when I tried to extend this post to the next chapter, What a achievement! I will post the link to the Next Chapter Post at the bottom and the top of this post.

Chapters 1-25 - You Are Here!