Author's note:

I apologise for the technical difficulties some of you have been experiencing when accessing Chapter 38. It has been fixed now. Hopefully there will be none like that in the future.

I've made an executive decision and changed Marchosias's name for a special reason ;) Everyone welcome Dagon, Hell's Best Lawyer.

Again, sorry for the delayed release.


Chapter 39: Another Chance

"What did they do to you huh? Did they torture you? Did they tear off your finger nails? Did they pop your kneecaps? Snap your horns? Break your fingers?" Justice teased the younger sister. The two were currently sat opposite one another on the kitchen table, the Sour Demon was too busy eating to reply, simply shaking her head.

"Where's the fun in that then?" Justice smirked, leaning back in her chair. "Interrogations aren't what I remember, maybe they're different up here", she would know...the pain she had to endure. The demon loosened the red bandana that was tightened around her pony tail, removing the red clips as well allowing her to readjust her white ashen hair.

Countless centuries of being blind had caused her to perfect the process of adjusting her appearance without the assistance of a mirror...or eyes. In less than a minute her hair had been returned to it's perfect, immaculate, yet natural state, Justice was always the most naturally stunning demon, that's what he had secretly told her.

The others would kill the human if they found out he had said that...

"Look's like they gave you quite the nasty gash, I'd count that as being tortured my dear...Damn animals" Pandemonica was stood nearby, leaning against the counter-top. Her signature large white coffee cup was in hand, a fresh espresso within it. "At least we demons have the politeness to kill you painlessly after we torture you".

She had given Malina's bandage a once over, replacing it with a fresh one while the demon ate, the younger sister letting her past babysitter do what she had to, she remembered where complaining and whining had got her before.

"Dagon still has his wits about him after all these years" she had said, smirking while she worked. She knew that he had summoned help, no human would have healed Malina's head with such masterful finesse. The memories of their past rivalries making Pandemonica relish in her numerous victories over him. No one would beat her...

"How did it happen Malina? I didn't know humans had the strength to-" Lucifer was theorising aloud.

"They pushed me over alright?! I was taken by surprise. Now let me eat in peace damn it" the Sour Demon spat, slurping a slug of vodka straight from her bottle. They could all tell she was terribly embarrassed, a demon being injured by a human...it was unheard of.

Why did people always have to talk to her when she ate?!

"All done, should take a week or two to heal properly. Your hair will take much longer to grow back I'm afraid" Pandemonica walked across the kitchen and stepped on the pedal of the kitchen bin, opening the top and throwing the bloodied tissues and bandage into it. Malina simply thanked Pandemonica by mumbling something inaudible with her mouth full, no one heard what she had said.

"Hush child, you can thank me later. Eat" Pandemonica smiled down at the demon, going over to stand in the position she was now in, leaning against the counter-top. mug in hand.

"You always said you wanted to get a buzz cut Malinka, now's the time" her sister teased, receiving a silent yet hateful glare from the younger one. "I've got a razor with your name on it", it was Zdrada's turn to remain silent, smirking in response as Malina growled at her.

Don't push it, she has had a rough day, we said we would be better, Zdrada thought to herself.

Malina was gorging herself on a large meal of leftovers; mostly Meatloaf, gravy, potatoes and a variety of vegetables. With a little bit of salt it was fucking delicious. Sometimes Malina forgot to breath while eating, the demon usually ate with her mouth open, taking in both food and oxygen at the same time. However she was simply eating too quickly to breath.

"I'll make you some pancakes after if you'd like?" Lucifer smiled, receiving a nod from a silent Malina, the demon was now slowing down her attack on the plate, enjoying each bite now rather than inhaling it as fast as possible. The Sour Demon was hoping that the pure volume of food she was eating would suppress the faint, nauseous feeling looming over her. She still wasn't feeling good...

Lucifer had prepared a meal for both of them in anticipation of their arrival, the Helltaker for some reason hadn't come inside yet to eat, he must be conducting one lengthy interrogation she thought as she glanced towards the back door. The devil was quiet, trying her best to listen to what his deep voice was saying through the wall. He was calming down now.

The family from Hell were now patiently waiting for Malina to finish her meal before they began bombarding the poor demon with more important questions relating to their arrest. For now they were talking amoungst themselves, Justice was chatting with Lucifer on the kitchen table, discussing Dagon and his master plan.

Azazel was currently tending to Cerberus, keeping them entertained, brushing one's hair with a thick cream coloured brush, humming a tune to the other two who were sat patiently awaiting their turn. All three of them were sat on the carpet of the lounge floor, facing into the kitchen.

Pandemonica and Zdrada were having a brief argument about their two addictions; Caffeine and Nicotine respectively. Modeus was currently sat on the kitchen table as well, silently reading the last book in her collection of...raunchy novels. He had bought her a plentiful supply to keep her entertained...to keep her off of him every second of every day.

Justice was leading most of the conversations amoungst the family now while Malina chowed down, talking about how worried they all were, how she and Azazel saw them being attacked with her visions, adding a few jokes ontop as well.

"Yeah, you should have seen Modeus going through his things as if he fucking died" Justice laughed, knowing Modeus was sat close by, the demon in question looking up severely embarrassed from her book. She decided to bite her tongue and keep quiet at this remark. "Like he could ever be killed, the man's too horny to die" she smirked. Most demons secretly agreeing with but ignoring her point.

"I'm guessing you two got roughed about quite a bit?" she asked, Malina simply nodding to the blind demon. "Yeah, thought so. I just wish that-" the blind demon stopped, she tensed, every fiber of her being now began warning her. Something was wrong...again. Something was producing a massive amount of Hell Energy...and it was nearby.

"Ma-Malina, are you feeling okay?" the Awesome Demon's gloved hands clenched into fists, the splitting headache was returning, the sharp intense pain...Her left hand slowly went to the side of her head, to her temples...not again.

"Yeah...yeah- I-" Malina stuttered, the demon breathing heavily. She dropped her fork onto the plate, a hand shooting out and clenching her forehead with her thumb and index finger.

She was very fucking far from feeling okay.

The situation jumped from zero to hundred in a matter of seconds, Malina for some reason went to stand up but immediately collapsed backwards, fainting and falling to the floor. Thankfully not hurting herself this time, the demon outstretched one of her arms, cushioning the fall.

All of the demons now snapped to attention as her body hit the white tiled floor, the family gathering around Malina's unconscious body.

"Malina dear? What's wrong?" the devil asked worriedly before being cut off by what happened next.

Suddenly the situation jumped from one hundred to one thousand...Malina's body was being consumed by a bright orange substance, refined Hell Energy. The fiery essence flowing out of her very being. The orange matter was sparking off of her body like bolts of electricity, discharging in random directions rapidly. Thankfully none of this was seemingly harming Malina, she just remained immobile, encased in orange Hellfire. Her hair was being pushed around, flowing as if a wind was blowing it in zero gravity.

"What the fuck is going on?!" Judgement shouted, the grey demon had now joined the rest family in the kitchen, returning from whatever she was doing upstairs. All of the other demons had all stepped back reflexively, purely due to the immense power that was radiating off of Malina. An intense heat flowed over them, it blinded anyone who dared look at the orange and golden light.

Orange flames were burning the kitchen floor, singeing the base of the kitchen chairs and table as well as the bottom of the cabinets and counter-tops. Already the immediate area around Malina was black, the surface beneath her now melting slightly.

No one knew what to do...

The High Prosecutor had her right arm in front of her face, on her forehead, shielding her eyes, the demon fought to get closer, eventually kneeling next to Malina's body, an arm reaching out to touch her. She grit her teeth as the pain of the energy expelled towards her began to chisel away at her willpower.

"No Judgement, don't touch her!" Lucifer shouted, the devil was worried sick. The grey demon looked up and nodded, retreating quickly away, standing with the rest of the family, she felt useless...powerless to help. The devil had never seen her angel do this before. "I don't know what to do!" Lucifer panicked.

In reality, Malina's hidden powers were simply overheating, the shear energy emanating from her soul would often empower her in moments of rage and fury. This we know. But if Malina was strong enough to suppress this power, it would eventually have to be vented in some form or another, incapacitating her...during moments like this.

It was common knowledge to both Lucifer, Beelzebub and later the Helltaker that the two angel sisters were special; their already powerful angelic souls were both imbued with concentrated forms of Hell Energy, a part of the demon transformation process. They were slightly more powerful than a normal demon, but Malina...she was something else.

The secret to Malina's soul, was that it was unique...

"You are the most powerful demon I have ever created"...there was an ounce of truth to this.

The fire within her would not die...no matter what.

Her soul was not the same as her sister's or any other angel for that matter...because it had only grown in power since her birth.

The power within...it had only multiplied the more times she was knocked down.

Every single time her sister had knocked her down, the fighting spirit fortified a little more.

Every time she defeated an opponent in that accursed arena, her determination strengthened.

Every...time she would look into a mirror...when she remembered the darkness...she remembered the abyss. She steeled herself for any challenge that lay ahead.

Whenever someone had angered her, or antagonised her, or threatened her...

It had only made her stronger.

No one was aware of Malina's new powers except her sister and the Helltaker but no one knew why it was happening now. She had been suppressing her murderous rage all day long, the bombardment of insults and the injury she had sustained had only made it worse.

She had been holding back...for him...

. . .

She did not kill...because of him...

. . . . . . .

She loved him...so she would try...for...him

. . . . . . . . . . . . .

For him...

But now she was suffering the repercussions of holding back, it was too much to contain. She had passed out and was now allowing the built up energy to exit her body, the orange fire exploding out of her.

"I don't like this! Modeus squeaked, hiding behind the wall with Cerberus, all four of them worried about themselves and Malina. At the moment the four were using Azazel as a shield, the poor, scared girl stood in front of them frozen, the angel half wanting to help but half wanting to flee. The two prosecutors were stood in front of the angel, figuring out how best they could help...coming up blank.

Lucifer decided it was finally time to act, stepping forward she clapped her hands together twice to warm up her powers, small orange sparks flying from her white gloves. She stretched them forward, the index and middle fingers and thumbs relaxed, the ring and pinky fingers were clenched together, contorted.

Now there was no visible orange Hell Energy channeling out of her fingertips, instead the invisible force was manifesting into a bubble type cocoon that protected Malina's body, lifting her slightly off of the floor. The power emanating from the demon was now being successfully contained within this bubble, preventing her from damaging the rest of the room.

However, this act was causing Lucifer to strain incredibly, the power she was containing was almost as intense as her own, an equal in fact. Small cracks were appearing in the bubble, but the devil quickly sealed them up again. She would weather the storm, she would do this for her daughter...for Malina.

"Monica...a little...help please?" she strained to speak, a drop of sweat running down the side of her head.

"Of course" the former secretary said to the devil, quickly coming to stand next to Lucifer, assisting her in maintaining this protective casing around Malina. The crackling of Hellfire was becoming deafeningly loud, it was accompanied by the high pitched throbbing noise of Hell Energy escaping from the Sour Demon.

The rest of the demons were now maintaining a safe distance behind Justice and Judgement, the blind demon was still in pain, but trying her best to protect the other demons.

Her's and Judgement's body...their souls were a physical barrier protecting the rest of the family from exposure, but absorbing the continuous stream of demonic energy that was directed towards them was becoming a problem. Despite small trace amounts of the energy being within every single demon, prolonged exposure could be deadly.

All of them except Zdrada were stood behind the two prosecutors. She was stood a few steps away from Pandemonica. She had to help...somehow...

"I've seen her do this before!" Zdrada confessed suddenly, shouting at the two struggling demons. The state her younger sister was in...it was...alarming, extremely alarming and distressing. Especially since she had seen it before, even if it was to a lesser extent. She had to tell them.

"What- when?!" Lucifer snapped her head towards Zdrada, she spoke through gritted teeth, not knowing how long she could maintain this. The Bitch Demon looked down to the floor in response. Even in this time of crisis the devil gave her daughter a scolding look, like a disappointed parent would when they caught their child doing something they disapproved of.

No one had noticed the giant grey skinned brute entering the kitchen, storming past this drama and going to the backdoor, no one noticed except Judgement, the High Prosecutor seeing the look on his face.

Pure anger...Jealousy...Regret...

"BEHEMOTH! WAIT!" she commanded, running after her colleague, Justice could handle this on her own she thought. Everyone was so worried about the unfolding crisis in front of them; the explosion of red and orange colours painting the kitchen, that no one noticed Behemoth kick open the back door. The broken white door swinging shut as the two grey demons exited the kitchen.

"Malina has anger management issues, you know this! But when he was in a coma, she made me confess to that...that one arena match!" Zdrada was ashamed everytime the painful memory was mentioned. Even now as she shouted it, the white hot shame of guilt tried to silence her.

"Yes I know the one...what- what has that got to do...TO DO WITH THIS!" she gestured with her head at the bubble Malina's unconscious body was in, the orange fiery aura around her body intensifying randomly. It looked like it was subsiding now.

"She got angry, the same orange shit was on her hands. She can control it!" Zdrada noticed the glowing aura subsiding, she glared into the red eyes of the devil. "She will be fine!

"She will be fine?! She's fucking out cold with god knows what coursing through her!" Lucifer paused to shallow, intensifying the bubble around Malina. "What the hell happened at that fucking police station?" Zdrada had done little to comfort the devil.

Beelzebub now entered the room, again she had sensed the commotion within the family, drawn mostly by the potent presence of Hell Energy. Like a moth to a flame. Literally...instead it was a Great Fly.

"What the fuck?!" her power hungry eyes glancing over the scene that was unfolding in front of her. Her eyes first went to Malina before returning to the family cowering in the lounge; Azazel, Modeus and Cerberus worried to be in the same room, all hidden behind Justice.

Strangely, as soon as Beelzebub entered the room, Malina's episode ceased. Her body returned back to normal. Lucifer and Pandemonica were reluctant to deconstruct the orange bubble, both demons ceasing to channel energy into the protective casing.

"Is it over?" Lucifer looked around the room, for some reason expecting an answer from someone. Malina remained unconscious, simply as if she was asleep, the chaos of the moment had passed. Every demon breathed a collective sigh of relief, at least the house hadn't burned down...this time.

"What has been happening down here?" Beelzebub now knelt over Malina, slowly reaching her right hand towards her face. A white hot flame suddenly shot out from Malina's skin to greet her red gloved hand as it approached, scolding her. The Queen of Flies screamed, reflexively pulling her hand away, the material of her gloves was burned into a charcoal black.

"What the-" she didn't seem pained...only more interested, more intrigued. The stupid woman went to touch her again but Lucifer stopped her.

"Don't...fucking...touch her" she was now stood over her rival. "You will do more harm than good, back off!" she was fatigued yet still carried a commanding tone.

"Relax, I promise I only intend to help" Beelzebub now stood, meeting the devil's icy glare.

"I will never believe that...now...I said...back...off" she threatened again.

"Alright, you're wish is my command" she curtsied in a teasing manner and went to the other side of the kitchen, going to retrieve the milk from the fridge. "You lot never tell me anything anymore" she let loose a cheeky grin. The rest of the demons finally relaxed, not really knowing where to stand or sit due to the layer of black ash coating the place. The smell of burning still lingering in the air.

"He isn't going to be to happy about this" Lucifer wiped her forehead looking at the state the kitchen was in. It was as if a huge fire had burnt the entirety of the floor and lower half of anything touching the floor before being instantly extinguished. There were black burn marks on...well almost everything.

Justice had finally composed herself, no longer feeling pained, she didn't know how much more of that she..or anyone else for that matter could have taken. She thought is was mighty suspicious that these migraines came whenever Beelzebub was upstairs, as if she was planning something...

Maybe she was reacting to Malina's sudden power surge instead?

"Say, where have you been all day? You keep going upstairs" Justice had to voice her suspicions and see if she could squeeze Beelzebub for any information, the Awesome Demon was leaning against one half of the fridge when Beelzebub closed the other half.

"I was reading, Modeus recommended a book of hers and she lent it to me. I found it most...intriguing" she was suddenly flustered. Another raunchy novel.

"Okay, sure you were" Justice scoffed.

"Care to explain what happened just now?" Beelzebub placed a large glass she had retrieved from a cupboard before hand onto the countertop, placing the large carton of milk next to it. She turned and crossed her arms to face the blind demon.

"Malina was on fire, what more do you want me to explain?" she smirked knowing that Beelzebub hated when she didn't receive a proper answer.

"I was only here for a second and I know...It was much more than that my dear" she began pouring the milk into her glass. "Haven't you ever heard of an Inferno Overload? Did 'Your Majesty' fail to mention this?" she took a gulp of cold milk while Justice thought to herself. Beelzebub loved milk for some reason, Justice couldn't understand why, it was basically water, tasted the same anyway.

"Let me guess, any one of us can suffer from this 'overload'?" Justice thought she heard someone scream, but her anger and suspicions towards Beelzebub caused her to ignore this.

"Not just any one of us, only a select few demons can. Someone who refuses to release their true anger and rage" she glanced over to the unconscious Malina and Lucifer kneeling next to her. "Looks like Malina has this gift" she now smirked at Justice, "Sorry Blindy, turns out you weren't gifted in the first place".

"Shut up, don't give me another excuse to hand you your ass on a plate" Justice felt like knocking that stupid glass of milk out of her hands, but she remained calm...for now. Beelzebub simply brushed off this insult, a more pressing issue was now creeping into her mind.

The realisation had now hit The Warden of Decay as she had glanced around the room, noticing a certain someone was missing.

"Wait, if little Malina is there...then they have both returned home right?...Where is he?" she asked The Awesome Demon. Dread began creeping over her.

"He is outside, he has been out there with Dagon for quite some time..." Justice replied simply, pushing her glasses back up her nose.

Then it hit them...both of them...

Both were facing one another, thinking the exact same thing: he would have sensed the commotion of his house being burned down and come running...like he normally does.

The panic was settling in now, something was wrong...yet again. Justice was first out of the door, Beelzebub had to set her huge glass down before following her worst enemy outside.

What they saw next, it broke their...dark...twisted hearts...


A mortally wounded Behemoth was stood with his back to the two demons, black blood was gushing from the devastating wounds on his neck and face. The liquid was dripping off of him rapidly, staining the brown and silver gravel beneath his feet a dark charcoal grey. However...it wasn't just grey coloured blood that stained the backyard...

The huge hulking demon was holding a battered, bruised and blood soaked Helltaker by the scruff of his neck, the grey demon had just finished suffocating the man, squeezing the last ounces of oxygen out of his lungs...but he didn't stop there.

With one last sickeningly loud crack, the demon had snapped his fragile human neck...

The Helltaker was dead...

Bad End

They were too late...

"NO!" Justice screamed as she heard the crack, the smell of blood both demon and human had been overwhelming as she had stepped outside. Beelzebub remained traumatised, eyes wide open, she was frozen on the spot, the never-ending anger building, it would soon blind her.

Behemoth turned to face the scream, tossing the Helltaker's body to one side, the man's lifeless corpse unmoving as it was cast aside, rag-dolling onto the gravel. The grey demon showed his empty hands as if surrendering, that wouldn't help his case.

"He kille-" he was about to say, but it was too late for that...

In seconds Justice had manifested her giant two handed sword, the demonic glyphs burned into the metal were blindingly bright. She teleported in front of him in an instant, stabbing the larger demon through his ribs, causing the tip of the sword to pierce through him entirely, exiting near his spine.

The demon threw him backwards off of the sword by punching him in the chest with her right hand, her fingerless gloves had transformed into their sharper metallic version, just like during their battle with the corrupted Hell Knights. Behemoth was now overwhelmed with pain, both mental and physical.

The giant demon staggered backwards off of this incredibly sharp sword, he gritted his teeth and tried not to choke on his own blood that he was coughing up uncontrollably in large quantities. He was struggling to stand, also trying his best to apply pressure to the open wounds along his neck at the same time. Judgement had definately left her mark...

"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!" Justice cried, tears already cascading down her cheeks, those fiery red eyes could be seen returning behind her dark sunglasses once more. She could see all, her rage empowering the demon, granting her sight one more time.

The large brute's body had already been torn to shreds, muscle, bone and other sinew were now exposed. He was done fighting yet still Justice attacked, she aimed for his arm this time, the blade becoming embedded in his forearm, only stopping when it made contact with bone. He wailed in agony.

"He killed Judgement" he finally spoke through the unbearable white hot pain that was edging him closer to death, his entire being was total and utter suffering, but Justice refused to listen. She was done holding back... she would never forgive herself...

She...had...failed...

Once the blade had been torn out of his arm, Justice went for his neck, the man sluggishly ducking, the blade sliced part of the back of his head and hair, he barely avoided this attack in time so he didn't lose his head.

He had stumbled towards the Helltaker's body, turning to see Beelzebub stood over him. The woman was casting a dark abyssal magic to protect both herself and the human's body, the look on her face...

She had lost the most...the only important thing in her life...

...

The only person she had ever cared for...

. . .

Everything...

"Get back- GET THE FUCK BACK" her palms had a pitch black aura surrounding them, it was a defensive spell, but she wouldn't hesitate to use it and feed Behemoth his own intestines. "YOU...you will beg me for death!".

"Please he- GAH!" Justice had striked him again, the sword impaling him again through his lower stomach, he looked down and saw the metal protruding from his abdomen.

For some reason the demon grabbed the blade with both of his hands, thinking he could remove it. He gagged on his blood as he did this, the grey liquid dribbling from his lips, the man lifting his head to look at Beelzebub, receiving no sympathy from the demon.

He thought he saw what looked like enjoyment on the woman's face, it made him feel sick. When he looked down again he noticed his light orange organs were threatening to spill out of this newest wound.

Looks like this was it...

The demon spat one final tidal wave of black blood towards Beelzebub, the gurgling sound he made caused her to smile maniacally. The Queen of the Abyss was relishing too much in his suffering, but just as she wanted to prolong the torture the blind demon slashed at the back of his legs, forcing him to kneel.

This man has taken everything from us...from me! Beelzebub thought.

"Justi-" she tried to say...but it was too late. Before she could stop her, the blind demon delivered the killing blow. Her laboured, but deep blood curdling screams of fury were deafening as she decapitated the grey demon, however it wasn't a clean cut.

She had to withdraw the sword and go in again...and...again before his giant head toppled from his body, Justice cleaving the two apart. The headless demon now collapsed, his body twitching sporadically before he became still. Another corpse for the pile.

Justice was left panting, leaning on the hilt of her sword, the tip embedded in the gravel, black blood running off it and staining the pebbles at her feet. Splatters of the black liquid were all over her face, the white hair not so immaculate, but she still had built up aggression.

What followed next...it was pure despair...

Beelzebub simply looked away while Justice chopped...despite her own bloodlust...

Finally the former high prosecutor broke down after eviscerating Behemoth's body, she dropped the sword to the floor, it hit the gravel with a loud metallic clang, the sword demanifesting into orange sparks soon after.

She too then dropped to the floor, collapsing onto her knees in front of Beelzebub and the Helltaker's body. She was sobbing uncontrollably, throwing her glasses to the side, her blindness consuming her once again. She cried into her gloved hands as the material transformed into the normal soft red padding.

Unbelievable sadness was all she felt...

She truly felt dead inside...she would only say that when she wanted a hug...from him...

She wanted a hug from him more than anything in the world...

"No!" she got out between sobs.

"NO...No...no...NOO!".

After a few minutes of silence with the only sound being Justice's crying, Beelzebub finally knelt down and placed her burnt hand against his cold face, the back of her fingers resting on his cheek. He truly was gone.

"What-" Justice gasped, "What have I done?". No reply.

"Whe-where is Judgement?!" Justice wailed, a new worry crossing her mind. The Mistress of Flies thought the least she could do was go find out. She had noticed the destroyed railing nearby and the huge patch of grey demon blood that accompanied it. She stepped past it and walked closer to the cliffside, peering over the edge.

"Oh my-" she had to look away. This wasn't her plan...this wasn't her plan at all.

"WHERE IS SHE?! Justice screamed.

"Down- Down there..." Beelzebub replied, she came back over to the human's body, glancing down at him again. Not like this...

She turned to see her family at the back door, all of them staring in horror...all of them in denial at the gory scene they now saw. Modeus, Azazel and Cerberus were all uncontrollably crying and wailing, the salt stinging their eyes. Pandemonica and Zdrada were both looking away, both refusing to acknowledge this as reality, tears threatening to fall. Dagon was stood awkwardly, his job was over before it had even started, he never had a client die on him before.

Malina had now awoken and she ran outside, sprinting and then collapsing onto her knees at the Helltaker's side. She too, just like Justice was sobbing uncontrollably, snot and tears mixing into one.

"No" Malina whimpered, "This isn't- this isn't...happeningg-" her voice breaking apart at every word she spoke. There was no point to living anymore. She felt suicidal.

Lucifer slowly followed, trudging through the gravel, walking over to Malina, placing a hand on her shoulder. She had just lost the love of her life...

The devil's dark heart would never be whole again after this...

They could find his soul in Hell...or Heaven, but he wouldn't be same ever again...

It was over...the life they had made out of this...their chances of happiness...

All gone...

Malina's howling screams were terrifying, these ear piercing sobs echoed across the hills behind their house. Her cries traveled across the endless ocean...to the ends of this world.

They were now all trapped in this eternity of sadness...together.


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"Get up" the demon grabbed him by his Adam's apple, lifting the man up with one hand, helping him stand, just to strike him in his ribs with the other hand.

Wait...

For the fourth time today, the wind was knocked out of him, he was left struggling for breath.

"Judgement told me...she told me what you did that night when she was drunk" jealousy dripping off of his every word.

The Helltaker chose not to reply, simply trying his best to punch the demon with an upper-cut to the face. Something told him not to do this, it would end just like last time...wait...last time? It successfully landed, but it had little effect on the superior being, the demon not reacting in the slightest.

What last time?!

The human received the same attack, causing him to bite through his tongue...badly. The man practically collapsing backwards again, falling onto his ass.

Then it hit him...he was still cursed.

"She told me what you did with Malina-" the grey demon began.

"Wait, Behemot- we have done this befor-" he spoke to the demon through broken teeth and bloodied gums.

"What?" he halted his attack, confusion causing him to stall.

The Helltaker spat, he somehow knew he would be back here. Death wouldn't be so easy.

"Trust me- you have killed me already" the Helltaker tried propping himself up, but his injuries were too severe. A few broken bones, some shattered ribs, the amount of blood he was losing... the blood he had already lost. He had been in a fucking coma just the other day.

The man had quite the history of injuries relating to his demonic harem... didn't he?

Zdrada's dagger in his shoulder...

Malina's glassing him on his left side, near his stomach, causing him to be hospitalised...

Countless lacerations from Pandemonica, Zdrada, Cerberus, Malina and Lucifer...

The Blood Chalice...

The wounds he had sustained from his confrontation with Mantus...

The mugging and the subsequently coma...

This was becoming a reoccurring theme...it was becoming too much.

He didn't count injuries he had received before a reset...infinite resets from the past.

He wondered how many pints of blood he had lost ever since he met the demons...it was probably in the double digits by now.

He broke himself from this thought process, his own wounds tearing him back, the pain shaking him awake. The amount of damage Behemoth had done already was immense...the damage he will continue to do... the Helltaker had to find a way out of this viscous cycle.

This wasn't looking good...

"What? Impossible, there is no wa-".

"JUST LISTEN TO ME DAMNNIT!" Behemoth could see the despair in his eyes. "Judgement will attack you in a moment, you will kill her and me...you-" he coughed his dark red blood onto the floor again. "You must stop this...".

The grey demon almost believed the human, his mind struggling to understand how this mortal was able to obtain such information. He was just stalling.

"If I've killed you before, how are you still alive now?" the grey demon now placed one of his boots onto the Helltaker's chest applying pressure, slightly restricting his air flow, crushing his already shattered ribcage.

"You have to trust- to trust me, we will be stuck in thi-" the Helltaker gasped as the pressure was released, Judgement had commenced her attack already.

"STOP THIS NOW!" she screamed as the demon pinned her colleague using her strong thighs and vice grip of her hands as leverage, keeping his legs and wrists in place.

The High Prosecutor had regained her abilities again and now manifested four white chains to wrap around his body, trapping his arms tightly to his chest, keeping him immobile. She didn't want to do this.

"Judgement please, I don't want to hurt you" the huge demon pleaded, but he was soaking up the burning pain the chains were inflicting upon him. He didn't feel anything, he was hurting in a different way...

"I DON'T WANT TO HURT YOU EITHER, BUT YOU ARE MAKING THIS VERY DIFFICULT FOR ME!" she was still using all of her might to keep the demon pinned, he was struggling with all his might to break free. She tightened the chains, the demon not flinching as this searing pain intensified.

"Behemoth, tell her!" the Helltaker shouted with the last of his energy, his voice was raspy, struggling to breath as his lungs began filling with his own blood. The man was laying supine on the ground, wondering how long he had left before the first of many resets would commence. The evening sun, the pink and orange clouds painted onto the blue sky, it was beautiful...it would become a familiar sight.

"TELL ME WHAT?" Judgement glanced over to the Helltaker, Behemoth using this moment of distraction to his advantage, just like before...

"This!" Behemoth spoke quickly, seeing this as his chance.

Judgement had left him enough wiggle room to allow him to slam his forehead into Judgement's brow...again. His right horn also grazing her forehead terribly, a huge gouge on her grey flesh opened, black demon blood was pouring down the prosecutor's face.

"Wasn't a bad first try" he spoke to himself, knowing now he had to taunt Behemoth into killing him, he needed to reset.

"Oi Behemoth, let's-" he took a deep breath, coughing instantly afterwards, spluttering blood into the air, it raining back down onto his face. "Let's get this over with you- you jealous son of a bitch". In his last seconds he wondered if it was possible to master inciting Behemoth to kill him quickly and painlessly every single time.

The Helltaker would come to learn that Behemoth loved crushing his skull under his boot.

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"I'm sorry J" he went from laying, to kneeling and then stood in a matter of seconds, spitting on the ground before looking over sadly at his injured friend.

"Gahhh-" the prosecutor gasped weakly as she was left seeing stars, she wasn't able to comprehend the fact that her friend would hurt her in such a way. Her nose was broken into a deformed, hideous angle, her own blood flooding her mouth and dribbling down her chest.

Now the male demon's white eyes focussed on the human, the man still reeling from the first flurry of attacks. The Helltaker watched as the demon approached, but he did not flee...what else could he do...

"Behemo- lisen to me" he begged, "We ha done this befo" the man ejected a tooth from his mouth. "We will be stuck like this forever!" he finally spoke clearly for once.

"I don't believe you, you're lying" the hulking demon retaliated.

"YOU'VE GOT TOO!" he clutched his ribs as he screamed.

"I don't have to listen to a word you say".

"YOU FUGGIN BASGARD, WE HAVE DONE THI-"

It was a quick death this time...another broken neck.

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He could hear the rolling waves below his home, the inviting sound of the sea, the pleasant ambience that would put him to sleep both at night...and now.

"Judgement, stay down!" he heard Behemoth walked back over to High Prosecutor, the Helltaker didn't hear what happened next. It didn't sound pleasant.

"Please, I just- I just need to teach him a lesson-".

"Behemo-" he gasped, drawing the attention of the demon. "Have I ever old you how good a frien you are?".

"You fucking bastard, you're insulting me even now?" again the grey demon approached.

This was not the route to take, being friendly would get him no where.

"Oh no, I was being sincere" even as death approached him again, he decided sarcasm was needed.

It was more of a bludgeoning this time...

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"I'm going to FUCKING KILL YOU!" he heard his not so immortal avatar of pain scream. His mind was swimming...yet despite her screams, only one thought remained now...the same thought that he had dreaded for eternity...but now embraced.

"Fuck..." he gagged a little as he spoke out loud. There was no point in trying any further with this run, he needed to reset...again.

He had lost count now.

Behemoth went for the original method of suffocation again...

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"How do I kill her then? I'd never do such a thing" Behemoth quizzed the Helltaker as the human was in a kneeling position.

"You hrow her off the cliff" he muttered, the demon not hearing him.

"Come again? Speak up before I beat some sense in to you".

"You throw her off the cliff or impale her with that" he spoke a little louder, gesturing to the railing. His voice was high pitched and drawling every word, he was done.

"No, nah I don't believe it. I'd never want to kill her- you on the other hand".

"You naive man, we are trapped" the human used what little oxygen was left inside of him to deliver an insult. The Helltaker was surprised to see the demon manifest a weapon; a medium sized dagger, it was entirely black, the blade having a slight red tint. There was some strange red glyph burned onto the hilt.

"Stop your rambling and die quietly".

At least this death was new...and relatively quick...

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He didn't know how many times he had died so far, but this was one of the hardest challenges he had ever faced, it seemed that whenever he took a step forward in surviving Behemoth's assault he was pushed three steps backward.

Eventually after countless resets he mastered ensuring his own survival, he would get to live, but this often did not guarantee that Judgement or Behemoth would live too...this would not do.

He would not stop until all three of them survived this ordeal. It wasn't impossible...it couldn't be.

He wanted to abandon Behemoth on so many occasions, he came so close to letting the man die..he wanted him to fucking rot. However, the more times the Helltaker died, the more he realised that Behemoth was the innocent one in this scenario. He was being driven by some strong emotions, feelings the Helltaker would never understand...he had only known Judgement for three years, Behemoth had known her all his life.

Pandemonica's words of wisdom now resonated with this scenario, the conversation came back to him during these moments he spent in the darkness alone. As the wave of emptiness rolled over him time and time again, as the void claimed the human once more, he remembered what she had told him all those months ago.

"We demons are sensitive creatures my dear, we don't use logic that often and we judge a situation by our emotions" she had said when he had forgotten her coffee one of the first times, the man recovering from two broken fingers as he listened to her. The damaged index and middle finger was in a homemade splint. He then proceeded to down a shot of whiskey with painkillers..as was his tradition remedy.

"You humans, you can hide your emotions so well. We cannot do that, we must act...we cannot standby idle" she paused to sip his slightly disappointing coffee, it was satisfactory...for now, with enough sugar. "If you ever have to fight a demon, you must exploit these emotions...they will soon crumble, you just have to decide whether this is to your advantage or disadvantage".

Judgement had now entered the room and smiled at the two, but like the times before, upon seeing his broken fingers her smile turned to a scowl.

"Monica again? Really?" her kindness shining through that tough warrior exterior. "What did you do this time big guy?", but before he could speak the then secretary of the devil cut him off.

"Let me demonstrate with my good friend here, ahem-" Pandemonica cleared her throat. "Judgement you're an ignorant, sadist bitch who always ignores orders from your superiors. Your vivacity is just a front to your boring and tantrum induced childlike personality".

Boom...time to leave.

"Oh boy, I'm going to give you two the kitchen to yourselves" he gave a warm smile to the infuriated high prosecutor, walking out of the room as fast as he could.

"Wait, I was just-" Pandemonica becoming slightly nervous, not wanting the man to leave. He could sense Judgement was about to explode...so much for crumbling.

"Don't go in there, let's go get some vodka fresh from the store" he stopped Malina from entering the kitchen.

"Didn't know the store was open at-" Malina looked at her phone, "At half past midnight?"

"We will drive to the twenty four one" he ushered Malina to the door, going to grab his jacket and keys.

"Fine with me dude, could do with some more snacks anyway".

"I'll take any excuse to get out of the house right now" he smirked, "Come on".

"Haven't you been drinking?" she asked as the stepped out the door.

"Since when did you care about risk? You wear anything else under my hoodie?" he countered, shutting the door behind them.

"Shut up perv".

Maybe he should listen to Pandemonica...


Behemoth was always easy to manipulate if he needed a quick death, all he had to do was just mention how jealous the grey demon was, throw in a few insults about how Judgement could never love him and well...a brutal death would follow.

Killing himself when Behemoth had died however, now that was a challenge...either he had to kill himself or one of Judgement's weapons. Both methods were far from pleasant...or quick...

He overcame his fear of heights at least...

The worst part about this imprisonment in infinite loops of pain was that Behemoth refused to listen time and time again, everytime the Helltaker sought the perfect solution he would reach a dead end. Sometimes he would just let Behemoth act the way he was predetermined to act without saying anything, he needed the time to think anyway.

It was hard to think while being beaten and suffocated...

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"Get up" the demon grabbed him by his Adam's apple, lifting the man up by one hand, helping him stand, just to strike him in his ribs.

For the fourth time- no he didn't feel anything anymore...

"STOP and just listen to what I have to say!" the Helltaker threatened as the air escaped him, he quickly inhaled the air back into his lungs in order to speak. "You have already killed me and Judgement hundreds of times now, you are the only one who can stop this!".

"What? What are you talking about?" his executioner approached again.

"I CAN'T DIE, WE ARE STUCK IN THIS NEVER ENDING CYCLE! Don't you see?!"

"You are delusional already? Let me help you see some sense" Behemoth swung at the human, amazingly the Helltaker dodged, taking a step backward, the demon's fist narrowly missing his face.

He had become numbed to the pain now.

"We are trapped Behemoth, fighting over something that I couldn't care less about. Yes I have been sleeping with my demons...I'm only human" the man confessed.

"So you admit it!" the grey executioner approaching again, coming in for another punch, but yet again the Helltaker dodged. He had begun to learn Behemoth's fighting pattern.

"I've told you the truth, I have confessed a million times. I want this to be over between you and me..." the demon could sense the despair in his voice.

"You say this lik-" the demon went for another punch but still the Helltaker dodged away, side stepping and making sure there was enough space between the two. He had come to learn that Behemoth liked to be able to easily reach his opponent, going in for a punch or to grab hold of him, sometimes he would headbutt, a coward's move.

"Like you have done this before? How do you know whe-"

"BEHEMOTH! Focus. I need you to focus! Can we bury the hatchet? You won, I've been taught my lesson. I know you have feelings for Judgement, that's okay, she doesn't belong to me...she doesn't belong to anyone" the human spoke quickly now.

After a small pause, the Helltaker was expectantly awaiting the demon's reactions. He had never seen the hulking demon hesitate like this before...but unfortunately it was not to be.

"Oh HELL NO! You are not weaseling your way out of this that easily!" the demon again closed the gap, feigning to attack.

"YOU ARE THE MOST STUBBORN, MOST USELESS, MOST ANNOYING PIECE OF SHIT BASTARD I HAVE EVER-" the Helltaker failed to dodge the blade that became wedged between his ribs. He didn't even flinch.

Heh just like Zdrada he thought.

"Fuck you, you look like a racoon on steroids" he smiled, the man didn't register the pain, his mind was breaking apart.

"Just shut up and die already" Behemoth was slightly intimidated by the fact that the human was not showing any signs of being pained or afraid of death, he grabbed the hilt and thrust it deeper into the human's chest.

"But I can't die, we will be doing this forever my friend. Till the end of time" his wet voice spluttered, eventually succumbing to the hemorrhaging of blood. He knelt first, but then eventually slumped down to the floor to die as Behemoth withdrew his weapon.

"The fuck?".

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The man tried asking Dagon to summon help one time, never even considering the welp of a man to be his way out. In short he wasn't, he only accelerated the human's or Behemoth's death every time he tried, he didn't want to involve anyone in the house, they would only see him die over and over and over again. Lucifer had already seen him die countless times on that cold gravel...they all had, even poor little Azazel.

They weren't real...they were from different timelines, they weren't from the one he was going to. That wasn't his family.

He cursed the lawyer for being so useless with his dying breath.

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Eventually he tried appealing to Judgement, urging the High Prosecutor to see reason. Maybe if Judgement stood down, so too would Behemoth. That was doomed to go wrong from the very beginning.

Instead he would try convince Judgement to simply knock her colleague out, an almost impossible task. The demon was as strong as a bull. The Helltaker tried his best to help, but ultimately they would be doomed to fail.

"Judgement, you remember the argument-" he spat his own blood onto the gravel again, he hated the taste of his own blood, he thought he would be used to it by now. "The argument you walked in on between me and Lucifer, the one about me dying!" the man had shouted while Behemoth was pinned. "WATCH OUT FOR HIS HEADBUTT!" he added.

The grey warrior dodged this usually fatal attack. She was keeping him secure as the human was instructing her to do, making sure he had no room to move any muscle in his body.

"Yeah I remember! What about it?!" she shouted, she was straining immensely, battling against Behemoth's undying will power.

"You must incapacitate him, he won't stop until one of us is dead!" the Helltaker still struggling to sit up, his body was failing him again.

"What? How do you know?!" she queried, looking back at him.

"NO! DON'T TAKE YOUR EYES OFF HIM!" the man screamed with a final breath, his eyes slowly looked over in time to see Behemoth breaking free, the battle between the two grey demons beginning anew. Damn it, they were so close!

He watched the battle, knowing Judgement would lose like she always did, she didn't want to and she would not kill Behemoth, but the High Prosecutor would not hesitate to leave her mark, mortally wounding him almost every single time. The more injuries he sustained the more dangerous he became, the big hulking demon seeing red, he wouldn't stop until he had his hands on the Helltaker's throat or skull, causing either or both of their deaths.

This run had a particularly gruesome and heart breaking ending, both Judgement and the Helltaker were lying inches away from one another, within reach, both on death's door. He fought to keep his eyes open, the urge to reset drawing closer.

But this time, he simply wanted to be there for Judgement, they had both lost again but she had also placed Behemoth in a similar near death state as well, the large grey demon clutching at his throat as he fought to stand, grasping at the railing nearer to the cliffside.

His eyes finally opened and they met with the teary white eyes of the prosecutor, they were both laying prone on the gravel, both immobile due to the wounds they had sustained, but he didn't care about the pain anymore.

The Helltaker tried with all his might to get closer to her, the man hissing as he shuffled closer, is left arm was outstretched to her, trying to reach her, to comfort her. He moved an inch more, he could almost touch her. Both of them were now crying.

"Tak- my han Jugemen-" he barely spoke an audible word, but somehow the demon understood him, she weakly stretched her right arm to him, just a little closer. With one last effort the man threw himself slightly forward, their hands interlocked and he now lay on his side to look at her.

He wanted to pull her or himself closer so they could embrace, but he was too injured to do so and so was she, he didn't want to make this any more painful that it already was.

"I failed you-" she whimpered, the black blood and tears were mixing into one. She clenched his hands tightly with all of her remaining strength.

"Never" he tried to smile but it hurt too much to do so.

"Jugemen-" again he struggled to speak through broken teeth and a layer of his own blood. "I'm gon- get us ou- of this, I promise".

The man could feel the reset fast approaching now, but all he wanted was to stay in this moment and be there for her when she needed it the most.

"I know you will..." she smiled, as if she knew he had been trying his hardest to find a solution. "You always do".

"Judgement- I love you. I love all of you-" he said knowing his timer was about to run out, but her's already had. Judgement was the first one to die, a gentle smile appeared on her face as soon as she heard those words, but now her eyes stared through him, looking at something beyond him.

Eventually her beautiful white eyes came to rest looking at the floor, her breathing stopped, her body now still, her hand limp in his.

"Judgemen- I'm...I'm so alone..."

He had to keep going...for her...

"I'm so alone..."

For them all...

With that thought in his mind, he somewhat smiled, greeting the darkness like an old friend.

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B̷̨̖͙͙̣̻͇̭̟̙̥̲̖̮̜̤̝͓͉̩̗̱͋͐̃̈̈́͐̾̐̂̂͑̽̆̈́͛͗̉̒͒̀̄͘͘͝ͅå̷̧̛̘͔̞̼͔̹͍̣͇̣͍̘͚͛̊́̽͗̈́́̾͋͑̽̆̓͘͘͝͝ḑ̷̙̱̗̦̝̮̬̱͉͇͂̔̃̓͂̽͋̑̑̈́̄̓̽̆̅̕ ̷̧̧̨̧̢̳̼̳̦͍͔̼̲̣̮̬̙̱͓̭̍̐̑̾̂̒̿͐̽̇̓̂͛̋̊Ě̷̡̡̨̫̪͓̰͕̙̙̗̻͉̺̞̖̟̟̞͎͔̯̞͖̌̏̉͆̚͘ǹ̷̨̛͎̮̞̗̼̻̗͖͑̂̊͊̾̓̏̍̉̈́͛́̐̍̄̄͐̇̀̚̚͝͝ḑ̵̥̝̪̪̟͇̲͓͙̬͇̮̈̇̾͛̄̐̄͌̀̾́̒́̓


Bad End


Bad End


Bad End


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Darkness...

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Utter pitch blackness. . . . .

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Just like the abyss...

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Was it hopeless?

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Could he do this?

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Could he win?

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It was him versus time, he had to be patient enough to find the right run.

The Golden Timeline.

Where he would win...

. . .

It didn't come how he expected it.


"Get up" the demon grabbed him, lifting the man up by one hand, helping him stand, but just before he striked him in the ribs, the human jumped backwards, freeing himself from the demon's grasp. Behemoth was astounded.

"The fuck-" the demon spoke, but the human was faster, the man delivering a hard and swift kick to the demon's testicles. The grey demon crumpled, collapsing in on himself, it was one of the worst pains in the world.

"You may be from Hell but I know this still hurts, we are the same" the human almost laughed. "Now...are you going to listen to me?". All he heard were hisses escaping from Behemoth, the man on both knees kneeling on the gravel, clutching at his genitals.

This run was not at all planned, the Helltaker was simply testing a new theory; sharp instant pain and clever psychological warfare.

"No, you ARE going to listen to me" he now knelt down to become eye level with the demon. "You are blinded by your jealousy and rage, I know how that feels, I have been there to".

"Judgement told me-" the demon hissed.

"Judgement told you the truth, we did spend the night together just like that, it was a strange but beautiful night" he smirked, jabbing at the grey demon's jealousy. "I'm sorry, but you have to understand: Judgement is allowed to be with whoever she wants, she does not belong to you" the Helltaker knew what Behemoth was about to do.

"You fucker" they both said at the same time, the man mimicking the demon's voice exactly. The human now side stepped away, Behemoth lunging forwards and stumbling forward, again faltering and falling onto the gravel. His knees becoming raw.

Behemoth was still reeling at how sore his balls were, the demon sluggishly trying to get up again. The Helltaker looked behind as Judgement approached, she had manifested her gauntlets and prepared to charge, however he gestured for her to stop and remain quiet. This run won't work but may as well try to see how far we get he thought.

"You can't win, we've danced this dance countless times, I know your every move, your every thought" the human now approached the demons. How the tables have turned.

"Shut up you bastard" the human and the demon spoke at the same time, the Helltaker again mimicking his voice perfectly. Behemoth turned around as he spoke, but before he could attack another kick was delivered to his nether regions, again the unbearable pain caused him to collapse in on himself.

"This is getting predictable, I need you stop or you may never get to use those again" he squatted slightly closer to his friend.

"How do you-" Behemoth hissed through the pain.

"Behemoth, you need to focus...we must end this" the human knew this was it; this answer would determine if this reset had been worth it.

"I apologise, I should have been honest with you when we first met, but now I ask that you forgive me. For both our sake and-" he gestured to the High Prosecutor. "And for her sake".

The demon hissed in pain again, exhaling air like a burst pipe, the human delivered quite the kick. He remained silent, the pain had given him a moment to think, to see past his rage, finally seeing some sense. It wasn't just the pain however, it was the humiliation he was now experiencing; the fact that he had now hurt both Judgement and the Helltaker who were both looking at him ashamed, the fact that he was currently clutching his testicles may be a sign of damaged pride. Maybe this wasn't worth it.

He, Behemoth, one of the most professional judges of the punishment division, second to THE High Prosecutor was now kneeling on the ground with his hands on his genitals. He had caused something go wrong in his life if he was now in this predicament.

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Judgement did not belong to him, none of them did, so why was he fighting for them? Why did he care whether this human slept with them? He was just jealous.

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Judgement was free to make her own decisions, he knew it all along...they all were.

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He just wouldn't accept the fact that she...or any of them had made these choices willingly.

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In truth they hadn't, the Helltaker had simply smooth talked his way into their hearts, one reset at a time.

"I need an answer my friend, can we not put this behind us?".

"You're a sick man-" the demon spat.

"That I do not deny, but you have more than certainly taught me a lesson, you and the countless other versions of yourself that have killed me over and over again" the Helltaker replied calmly.

"What? You aren't lying, are you?" the demon now sat up, realising the truth behind his words. It had finally clicked.

"Never".

"Fuck you".

This was a first...

This was new.

"I'm out of here" the grey demon now stood walking straight for the human, the Helltaker unsure of what to do next, but he didn't have to do anything. Behemoth had finally given up, the miserable and defeated demon already beginning to manifest a portal on the side of his house so he could make a hasty retreat.

This couldn't be it...

The Helltaker prepared himself for anything, the man wasn't expecting this to have worked. This was simply a new route he tried taking.

Please God let this be it he prayed.

"Behemoth wait-" Judgement came to him, not wanting him to leave.

"We're done J, I'll see you around" the demon didn't even look at her.

"BEHEMOT-" but he had already stepped through the portal. It shortly closing as soon as he had left.

It was over...

He had won.

Glorious Success


"What...just...happened?" she was stunned, her back to the Helltaker. The demon staring blankly into the side of the house where her colleague's portal had been. She received no reply, but she heard the gravel being shifted behind him. When she finally turned, the woman saw him in a strange position, the man kneeling as if defeated, his head hung, saying he was exhausted was an extreme understatement.

"What's wrong with you?" she came over to him and knelt on one knee and making sure he was okay. The two were eye level but their eyes did not meet.

"Is- Is...it...over?" he asked, his gaze to the floor.

"Is what over?" the High Prosecutor placed a hand on his shoulder, "Are you feeling okay?".

"This nightmare...Judgement I-" his teary eyes now met hers, he was crying tears of joy.

"What nightmare? You're worrying me" Judgement smiled, placing both her hands on his broad shoulders.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you..." he smiled, wiping away the torrent of tears. His mind, his body, his soul, his willpower, there was no definition accurate enough to describe how exhausted he was.

"Try me, you big baby" she decided to sit cross legged in front of him now, the Helltaker remained kneeling.

"Behemoth killed me" he whispered.

"What? No he didn't?" his demon obviously confused.

"Not in this life, Judgement I-" he decided not to hold back, too much time had been wasted already. "I've been killed by that brute too many times to count, but every time I died, I got sent back in time, a minute before".

"Right..." Judgement struggled to believe this, but her gut knew he was right.

"I've been struggling to find a solution, to say the right words, just like in Hell" he smirked remembering the times his demons had killed him. Barely any resets compared to this...

"Just like Hell?" she shuffled a little closer, placing her warm hand against his face, her thumb rubbing his cheek. He nuzzled into the touch, it was literal heaven.

"You won't believe me, but I've seen you die too. He threw you off the cliff there, he would impale you, he-" he gestured with his head but stopped not wanting to remember anymore. These memories would haunt him till the end of his days.

In truth, he had spent a lifetime trying to find the right solution, in total there were...three million and one resets in total.

That one had been the one.

He was amazed he had gone insane, he thought his mind would collapse in on itself...but he was used to death, they were well acquainted.

"That dumbass killed me? Yeah right" she smiled, the grey demon tilted his chin to make him look at her.

Sorry J" he whispered, he had probably just destroyed a friendship that had lasted countless millennia.

"Don't be stupid, I'd rather I lose a friend than lose you. At least he's not dead..." she smirked.

"You don't know how hard I tried to keep us all alive, it was-" a grey finger was placed against his lips.

"Hell?" she smirked. The Helltaker nodding in response. "I think I know what happened, I have these blurry memories, like dreams" her smirk turning into a warm smile, the Helltaker realising it had only been a few moments since she had received a nasty lump on her head. He touched her white hair and felt where the swelling was.

"Did it hurt?" he asked.

"When I fell from Heaven?" she joked back, knowing to insert humor into a situation like this. Just like he would.

"I'm glad to be back" he now returned the smile. The two now embraced, both of them kneeling but both releasing the built up tensions they had, the Helltaker having substantially more than her. When they parted he noticed she was blushing.

"I have a blurry dream that I can barely remember now, but it's someone saying they love me" her intense blushing now turning her skin a bright red, Judgement knowing exactly who it was. The memory of himself and Judgement dying together, it wasn't a reality. Just more nightmare fuel.

"I wonder who that was" he joked, he was tempted to kiss her there and then but he didn't have the energy to initiate it, she looked just as tired and stressed as he did.

While the Helltaker became lost in her eyes, he noticed Dagon entering the household out of the corner of his eye, the man had remained frozen as this whole scenario had unfolded, the lawyer only now coming alive.

"Thanks for nothing Damien!" the Helltaker shouted. He had completely forgotten that they were in the middle of this crisis with the police, he and Malina would stand trial in two days.

"Who's that?" Judgement asked looking behind her, seeing the back of the lawyer enter through the door before it closed.

"A fucking weasel of a man that is my lawyer" he composed himself, now was not the time for anger.

"So what happened at the police station?" the High Prosecutor got back on topic, for her it had been only a few minutes after he had arrived home. For him, it had been years.

"At the police station? Well-" he looked behind the kneeling High Prosecutor seeing the back door open again, the door was slightly broken, but there they were...

His family.