The exterminators stood side by side army style as commanding officer and angel of judgement, Phanuel, spoke.
"Soldiers, tonight we ascend to Hell's depths." Pacing back and forth, looking over his warriors. "Let me go over the guidelines for your before we head out. First rule, kill as much of those sinners as you can, SHOW NO MERCY. Second ru-"
He suddenly stopped midway, taking notice of one of his angels, a young lad whom head officials refer to by his serial number, '3125-451', standing out of place before delivering a sharp slap across his cheek.
"Straighten up there, soldier, I didn't train you these past 3 decades to act like a slouch."
"A-apologies sir!"
The other exterminators sniggered quietly before being given a look by Phanuel and obediently standing back in place.
Satisfied, the commanding officer went back over the guidelines for this years extermination.
After fifteen minutes a portal opened, revealing the red domain of Hell, everyone placed their horned, LED masks over their faces and one by one they descended, weapons ablaze.
"Good luck out there cadets," said the commanding officer on their way out, before stopping one midway. "3125-451"
The angel stopped and turned to Phanuel.
"Remember, even if this is your first time, I expect good results, one slip up and it'll be your wings. Got it?"
3125-451, though it didn't show under his mask, that held a depressed expression and glowed a light blue, glanced nervously before giving a nod. "Yes… sir."
At that he was given the let go, spreading his feathered wings before leaping into the fiery depths.
~n~n~
The annual cleanse was taking place in Hell once again.
The sirens went off noisily as the number count on the large clock reaches zero. All denizens had their doors and windows closed, locked, and barricaded in hopes to keep the angels of death out.
Some weren't so lucky and were the first to fall victim to the heavenly yet mercilessly fiendish entities. Blood and viscera littered the streets, painting the already crimson landscape red.
Among the dark army of heaven, young 3125-451 flew over the city, feeling sick from the gore but doing his best to prove his loyalty.
"Must not let Heaven down." He thought, "In the name of the lord almighty, I shall purge this world of these disgusting sinners."
Meanwhile, at a certain hotel, local porn star, Angel Dust, took refuge in his friend, Charlie's, hotel. Business had been running slow lately and with no other place to hide out in, at least no other place that provided free rent, he had to make an exception.
Whatever gets him off the streets and keeps him safe for the time being.
He waited patiently, porn magazine in hand, his beloved pet pig, Fat Nuggets, curled up in his lap. It was nice to get a break for once, a break from the prostitution, from the dancing, from… him.
Angel winced at the thought and tried to repress it. Lucifer help him if he lets those feelings make him look weak. He knew he wasn't likely to redeem himself and ascend to heaven's gates and he didn't plan to change anytime soon.
After all, he had money, fame, a place to himself for free. What more could a demon want?
He tried to take another swig from his booze bottle only to find it empty. He sighed in irritation, gently removing the small swine from his lap, who grunted grumpily from being awaken, and got up to head down to the bar.
"Daddy'll be right back Nuggets." he said before heading out. Hopefully Husk managed to stock up before the cleanse.
Little did he know that he had failed to close the door all the way, too lazy to check. Nuggets, taking notice, decided to peer out through the open crack, looking around for his master. He sniffed the air, hoping not to run into the scary deer demon, before roaming down the hall to explore.
Hardly anyone saw him trot away, down the stairs all the way to the main lobby, where he located the front door which was barricaded aside from a gap big enough for him to fit through.