Blood was excessively dripping out of the body of a man in his early twenties.
He was having a huge success in trying to make the game for himself.
He wanted Power, Money, Women, everything he could think of was finally succeeding.
It all went downhill however.
The young adult was slowly breathing and was starting to lose his balance. He closely put his body against the wall trying to escape. The blood slowly smeared against the wall along with the falling body.
Breathing so slowly. Looking back at everything he had done. His deeds were all good as the only child living with just a single mother. He was raised as the kindest person as he could be thanks to the lifestyle his mother provided him. Even when there was no longer a man in the house around he had done the best he could to be the man she wanted him to be. But because of his way of putting the roof over their heads it was unacceptable for her. Because of his actions there was no way a mother would ever accept the worst deeds he had done in order to prevent being homeless.
With no mother accepting a son who had become an outcast of society, only kindness to others and building his own empire is all he has.
Someone with such a heart but infamous should never be an outsider or even run the game.
There are multiple chances he has and it ends up unfortunate.
The last thing in his head was his own mother praying for him.
The verse she had said was to keep him up to live longer, stronger, and blessed.
She was a saint who had raised his son to do good.
In the end, he was killed with multiple bullets and was praying for himself.
Even though I walk through the valley
of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil,
for you are with me;
your rod and your staff,
They comfort me.
Elsewhere...
A slam against the ground awoke the man who was shot dozens of times.
Strangely, he can breathe naturally. In fact, all of his system in the body felt like nothing ever happened. The bizarre continued as he heard noises coming from outside. He wasn't so sure what was going on. He slowly looks up from the ground where he is lying down. In his vision everything looked completely red and neon colors all over what appeared to be a city. He tries to compromise his surroundings before he can fully embrace the false reality. Then, a light was coming closer at high speed which got to the point where he immediately rolled over, preventing death once again.
With no choice he had to get up.
Everything seemed very bizarre looking. It was like being in some sort of fantasy all over the city. Much more indecent than any city he had ever been in. The whole place is very red from the city to the sky.
The sky.
The sky had gotten him thinking much more of where he was at.
There are literal pentagrams up in the sky. And at the edges were seven rings around the pentagram.
Finally, the signs on the skyscraper have finally shown the location.
"... Hell, what the hell?" He said so confusingly.
He looked around, seeing the people even more confused. Their appearance was out of the ordinary like... demons. And dolphins... and television heads... and bugs.. everyone looked like anthro and furries despite being in hell.
"If this is hell, why does everyone look so different..." He asked, looking at everyone. "I thought maybe like horns or wings, and maybe even a tail-"
The more he questioned the new world the more he expected the unexpected.
The people were taller than him.
It's much more confusing knowing his height should have been the average size equally to these people. However, seeing how tall they are makes him feel like a child which is very ironic because his height is that of a kid unless everyone is a giant in this world of "Hell".
"Okay, now everyone's titans in this world," He continued looking into the mysteries. Somehow he's alive, he's in the world of hell, and now he's shorter than anyone else. "Just where am I, or who am I-" He stopped the moment he looked at his hand... or strangely cartoonish hands.
"...Huh?" he looked at his cartoony hand and then his stomach which was a somewhat fancy button shirt and suspenders from the black pants. "The hell am I?" He asked himself more and then saw a broken glass reflecting his image. Somehow he could see from afar and ran directly at the broken mirror to see his appearance.
"... Oh... My... God..." He said to himself, dropping the mirror.
"... I'M A FUCKING CAT!"
He had cried for a couple minutes after seeing the shocking truth.
The man who was once a nineteen-year old kid is now a three foot cat.
Out of the blue a tall wolf dressed like a biker looked down at the cat who had made a shocking discovery.
"... Just discover your appearance?"
"... Yeah?"... Welcome to Hell, man." He is soon called up by someone who is fully pink with horns and tail. She looked like Hell's celebrity dressed in black and white.
"... Ah! Hey, wait up! Where do I-" The driver left the questionable cat behind.
With this new world he really has no idea where to go from here.
All he could do was just walk.
He entered the road seeing everyone being themselves.
Literally being themselves creating certain chaos on the street.
One person already got shot for stealing drugs from a vending machine.
"... There's a vending machine making more sales than I ever had back on earth." The cat said with disappointment on the sale marketing.
He looked over at the dead corpse hoping there would be cash on him.
Honestly, he has nowhere to go or even no one to talk to.
If only he had one last chance to talk to his parents and apologize for all the things he had done.
There's no point of it however, since he's already in hell there is no turning back on apologizing. If only there was some way to get back into the human world.
The cat soon found a restaurant where he can think things through.
He entered the diner where everyone was confused. How did the door open? Honestly, they all thought there was a ghost... in the world of Hell (Really?).
"Down here," said taking the menu.
He went up on the stool trying to sit down. He did the best he could to reach the stool; everyone in the diner was secretly laughing at the sight of his courage.
"Welp, at least the menu here looks the same." The cat was intrigued that the world of Hell is as modern as it can be.
Before he had done anything he prayed for the dead corpse for forgiveness for taking the cash.
The currency they have done in hell was also the same as earth. Only difference is their president is a ruler of hell which means the whole world of Hell is possibly not as democratic it might be. It might be enough for a hotel for three nights unless the pricing down here is completely different since the world is full of greed.
"... Greed." He said to himself looking back at his past.
"Hey, toots! Can I get a cup of joe? I had to regain my energy for the rest of the night!" Someone requested the waitress for coffee.
He appeared to be possibly taller than eight feet, his body is fully softened with fur with full white and pink all over him, and is much more of a chick than a guy. "I wanna be sure all my kink energy refills for my clients! They'd like to take a piece of this sexy cake!" He said, pushing his fluffy chested fur.
"I thought you were getting clean, supposedly?" The waitress asked the really tall anthro spider.
"Ain't like nobody is gonna know where I do my business. Everyone wants a piece of me 24/7! I want to keep my reputation as a pornstar!" He laughed while pulling out a back of angel dust.
Closely, the bag itself has suddenly triggered the cat. He looked closely, and easily, the person was lining up the drugs. It was a strange feeling flowing into his chest. The scent of the phencyclidine was giving him the worst feeling. It was starting to give him war flashbacks; flashbacks as in the war he had to go through for the absolute horror he had to finish an exchange of being clean and better. At that precise moment the drug the spider was about to do disappeared.
"What the- Who the hell stole my drugs? And how!?" He yelled out loud looking both ways.
Without noticing the cat, he was starting to sweat and shivering from the incident. Was it possible it was him who stole it or just some sort of coincidence. He didn't want to see the drugs in front of him, not anymore. No one should ever go through the worst possible feeling of angel dust.
Conclusively, the drugs were covered by his paws. The cat was getting an anxiety attack and immediately ran out of the restaurant.
"...Who the hell walked in?" The spider asked.
"Oh, it was some short stack, a cat." The waitress has mentioned.
"A cat… he stole my drugs!" He outburst until the door rings again. "Seriously, are there ghosts?" He questioned the audience.
But then, he looked down witnessing something utterly small but adorable.
"Oh… Where did this cat come from- wait this is the thief- '' He was gonna try to kill the adorable creature until he was surprised to see something he never expected, or anyone has ever expected.
In front of him, the little kitty was giving him back the drugs. Almost everyone was surprised by something so bizarre. A Sinner is giving back something he had stolen. It was like looking at a new creature being born for the first time in Hell. He gave him the drugs with his hands onto the spiders together. He holds each other's hands with unexplained pain he has inside him.
He really feels bad.
"... I'm sorry." He apologized which gave them much more surprise. "I didn't know how… it just happened to be in my hands… paws… whatever…" He tries to explain his confusion of the early scene. "I don't know what got over me… I just… I don't like seeing people getting hurt… more than ever... not anymore… I'm sorry…" Full of humility he dashed through the door. He had absolutely no idea how or why he took away the drugs except for his excuse. It was unexplained but his emotions must've got to him.
Afterwards, the cat just kept questioning himself about the sudden reaction he had made.
The whole world is new to him. He doesn't know where to turn to at this rate. Starting to think this is his way of living in hell: stealing drugs, taking money, and everyone not giving a fuck about anyone. This seems to be the definition of Hell in his book so far.
Suddenly, there was someone gathering at the road.
Everyone looked over at the little parade on the street. It was a celebration for someone important. As he goes through the crowd he sees were legs and different people in his way. The crowd murmurs and cheers for the special day in the Pride Ring. Yes, it was that time when the Prince of Goetia visited all rings and celebrated his day as ruler along with the rest of his family.
"This year the Goetia have been having some hard times." One of the people said as he threw confettis.
"I hear he divorced his wife for an IMP over at Ozzies."
"How sad, his daughter must be having it rough. Especially when they're together."
The cat politely tries to ask these people for an excuse. No matter how politely he asked, they just didn't care who was asking. And at that precise moment, the trigger was happening again. It was a strange sensation once again. Only this time it was different; it was like some sort of awareness around him.
"What the hell is happening?" He asked himself while looking around. Everyone is cheering but not him.
Something was really off.
Meanwhile, the Owl Family was being honored by every civilian celebrating their day. The head household stepped in on the parade float with all galaxies in the infinite universe and made everyone applaud for the Parade.
"Ladies and Gentle! In honor of the Goetia Family, and the celebration of this glorifying day!" The owlman has applauded the audience with all magic. "We like to dedicate all of Pride, whether different lgbtq, race, or any other ethnicity for all sinners and demons!" The man in fancy clothing, a bit magical but medieval, said all his acceptance.
"Of course, you cheating bastard." The White Owl said to herself with disgust.
As for the owl, the daughter dressed in a gothic appearance with a long cardigan, beanie, and long sleeve stars shirt underneath. She was bored and was looking away from the feud her mother and father were having. She didn't want to be seen or even participate in the event. Especially when the two of them are together it gives her the worst feeling.
The cat kept going on about the sudden awareness. The danger was coming around the float parade. He tried to get through but it was difficult getting through with all the crowd.
"God/Satan Dammit!" He yelled for himself getting through the crowd. "I want to see what the hell's going on-" Another interruption had happened.
This time he was literally in midair.
"Huh?" He gasps seeing how he managed to get out of the crowd. However, he is literally about four feet in the air above the float.
He screamed loudly seeing the ground below. The cat was starting to reflect on everything he had done for the last couple hours in this world. So far, it really sucks to die in the world of Hell.
If there is a God… Satan… Whatever the heck this world believes in… This is the worst way to die than getting shot at…
The cat screamed with horror until he noticed he had already landed… on his feet.
He got up, surprised to see he even survived the fall. He looked at his surroundings with a family of owl people on the float. In front of him was the daughter of the Goetia family who was surprised to see a cat in front of her. It wasn't an Imp of this world or even some assassin. She looked at the cat with eyes wide open, taking notice just how adorable this cat is.
"Oh!" He was startled from the sudden interruption. "I'm sorry… umm… ladies… I didn't mean to interrupt-" The senses have triggered the cat once again. It was a strange sense hearing, this was new for him. Minutes ago it was just awareness, strange anxiety, and strange phenomenon with thievery. Now, he is just hearing things from afar.
A trigger was about to be pulled.
"Look Out!" He immediately tackled the owl man from a bullet shot.
"Damn!" coming from the skyscraper.
"I'm sorry, I don't know what- Wait aren't you a prince? Aren't you powerful?" He kept asking questions while danger was alerted coming for someone else.
The cat immediately grabs the confetti cannon to avert the assassin's visions. As all confetti was blocking his view the cat sincerely apologized to the whole family. Another gunshot was coming, about three shots were heading his way. Without wanting to cause any harm for everyone he needed something blocking his/her aim. Another thing happened when he suddenly got wooden planks off the floors.
"Seriously!? How the fuck did I get these-" He interrupted himself throwing two planks int he air and then threw the other at the building directly.
Once again another surprise happened when the plank he threw directly at the assassins spot. What he had never expected amongst all four abilities was now his immense strength tear down the building.
Both the bird prince and the cat were in shock to see something measurable. The strength he didn't see coming was a complete shocker for all crowds.
"Jesus! Or Beelzebub! Or- UGH! I don't know what this world believes in but dammit I need to know when I can use verses!" The cat yelled confusingly again. The whole street was now filled with smoke making the whole crowd do dumbass looting. "What the Hell!" He uses that verse perfectly. "Why is everyone starting to loot!" He's really not understanding these laws at all.
As the smokescreen spread out the whole crowd was also starting a riot so freely. It was a strange world they're living in. But as they did a riot more danger was approaching from the smoke this time it was coming for him. His senses increase as the sensation of a danger threat from all five senses.
"Dammit, not again." He soon attacked the criminal with his tail. "I have a tail? Are you kidding me!?" He screamed with anger and started tackling the criminal using his bare fists.
The serpent sound shakes from behind but the cat manages to grab its tail and bite it.
"Agh! You pussy!" He screamed with pain and anger. He grabbed the cat with his bare hands until the cat deflected his arms separately and slithered around the assassin. "What the fuck?" He asked furiously until he was choked by the furry tail. "Dammit… why the hell is this fluff so dangerous!?" He continued finishing his job. Whatever sort of weaponry he had was good enough to kill off one of the Goetia family.
"Don't do it!" The cat yelled out until the pistol was triggered.
The bullet aimed directly at the daughter of the Goetia who was close to being killed. The father and mother of Goetia were shocked to see the bullet was aimed directly at their daughter.
"Octavia!" The both of them yelled at the shocking revelation. Somehow, there was no bullet. They all stopped seeing she was okay.
"Fuck!" The cat screamed looking at the bullet hole through his gloved hand.
"Impossible!" The assassin imp in cowboy attire was angered and was unsatisfied with the kill. "Is this his ability as a Sinner…"
"I'm what?" He asked through the smoke.
"I said you're a Sinner!"
"A wizard!? I'm a Wizard, Hagrith?"
"No! Sinner! Sin! Ner!"
"The Blair Witch is here!?"
"You're pissing me off!" The cowboy imp yelled through the smoke.
"I'm sorry, I just took a bullet for someone who doesn't deserve to die quickly!" The cat admitted to the whole crowd in the disperse smoke.
As the smoke cleared up, the assassin disappeared with final words.
"This isn't over, Kitty Cat…" The imp said with his vow. "I'll get you next time…" The voice faded away from the smoke as everything eased up. The whole street was a bit chaotic but was slowly calming down.
Some of these people were instantly murdered for stupendous reasoning. Blood was everywhere with some of the civilians' bodies. These people had nothing to do with the assassination but they just do as they please.
It was a strange world. No, it was the worst world to live in.
This is the definition of Hell.
All their deaths are now in his hands once again.
He doesn't want to hurt anyone anymore, he didn't want anyone involved in this sudden duel, but most of all, he didn't wish to go to Hell.
Heaven or Hell, he doesn't deserve to be anywhere.
His life really should've just ended there on earth.
"Well, isn't this just a catastrophe." The owl prince said looking at the mess around the parade, which is sadly ruined by the assassination. "Octavia, you're not hurt anywhere are you?" He asked his daughter, looking at every inch of her body.
"I'm fine dad…" Octavia answered with a smile. "I'm okay!" She was given a hug by her mother and father.
Award as it is, they really cared for their kid.
As she was finished with warmth and being beloved, Octavia looked over at the cat who was deeply in despair. It was quite strange for someone to save the Goetia family; it was strange for anyone to save a family.
"Dad…" She pointed at the cat who was walking off somewhere. The owl prince immediately accelerated for the cat
"Now, hold on kitty cat!" He said with a kind tone. "May I ask for your name?" He asked politely.
"... I'm Hughes." Hughes answers with mourn.
"Well, Hughes, it seems you have sacrificed your own life for my daughter by taking a bullet." The owl prince has mentioned the earlier outcome. "We of the Goetia are honored for your bravery and chivalrous act." He bowed for the small Sinner who doesn't feel worthy of getting anyone's thanks.
"You're wrong…" Hughe answered. "I didn't know what I was doing… I didn't even know how any of this had happened… I don't deserve your honor. Not when my actions had caused ten-twenty peoples death in my hands." The cat looked at the bloodstream coming from each corpse. He just didn't want anything to happen. "I'm sorry… but I'm better off dead than any of them." The cat said admittedly as he walked away from the whole street.
"Before you go…" The owl prince stopped him one last time. "I am Stolas, One of the Princes of Hell, and Head of the Goetia Family. For your actions, I will grant you one wish!" The owl gives the cat one wish he wants the most.
"Only one wish?" The cat asked.
He looked over at the people who was brutally murdered during the raid. Instantly, without even thinking it over, he decided the wish.
"Is it possible for you to grant these people back to life?"
Stolas dumbfounded the decision which was answered. It was completely unexpected for a wish from a Sinner.
"Now, just think this through will you?" He asked with an ambitious tone. "I'm letting you use one wish. A wish not many demons down here, or even from the Goetia, have ever gotten a wish. We're talking big! We're talking about being something worth down here, or maybe up there! Yes, You can rule anything you desire! Become a ruler, an Overlord, possibly a king! All Demons of the Nine Circles would die for getting this opportunity! You are more willing to give up these chances for their lives than anything else!?" Stolas has asked one last time for the kitty cat. "Now, I will grant you your wish, or I can grant you even bigger!"
The cat looked down from the possibility. Stolas was waiting for a chance for the Sinner to show his true desire. All Sinners, Hellborns, and even Imps would show their true selves as they are made when they are in this world. Whatever sort of abilities this Sinner has is definitely wanting something to have the skills.
"Now, little Sinner… Show me your true desire." Stolas thought.
"Alright…" Hughes speaks up.
He eventually sat down from the longest night he had.
"Thank goodness! You can revive them back after all! Alright!" The cat was full of ease.
Stolas was completely struck by surprise.
The cat really didn't even care about all the wishes he could think of. He was finally gonna get the wish he desired the most out of his own selfishness.
"Very well," Stolas said, preparing the wish.
Stolas has started bringing out a blue and gold book. He looked back at Hughes with second thoughts. The well-dressed feline was smiling so brightfully waiting for everyone to revive from the incident. The brightful smile struck Stolas' heart from the cuteness the cat was giving. He was beyond adorable for a black and white cartoony appearance.
And so, everyone has been revived from the attack. All of them were as happy as they ever were. Some of them even cried for a second chance to live again. Whether they are possibly murderer, drug dealers, or even the worst criminals ever, it was a bruden Hughes never have to hold onto ever again.
Not anymore.
"Well, now! Let us continue celebrating on this day, shall we?" Stolas asked everyone as he spread his magic all over the streets. Everyone was given a chance to live by the most ridiculous request possible. "I would like to say, if it weren't for our savior, Hughes the Cat, none of you would ever see another day!" Stolas has asked for an audience for Hughes.
However, he disappeared.
"Um, Hughes? Hughes!" Stolas asked for an audience but the cat just couldn't show himself for what he had done. "Well, it seems he is no longer attending. But if there is a chance you ever contact him, please give him his thanks." The whole crowd cheered for their savior. Wherever he is now, Goetia will be there when he's needed.
In the deep alley's of Pride City, the cat was looking into stoops and trash cans. Hughes never expect things to go this way, he never thought being in hell can be as torture than living on earth.
Whatever sort of laws, demons, and rulers he encounters, the only thing he can do is survive.
"I know praying won't even work down here…" He said to himself looking at his whole appearance at the broken mirror.
As the rain began to drop, he sheltered himself with whatever he could find. All scraps aside he finds himself a rotten fish which is starting to piss him off because his instinct is now controlling his sense of taste. He heated in the end with the fire he made out of a trash can. Finally, the shelter he built for the night is good enough to prevent the rain from keeping him wet. Sadly, he can't sleep like a normal human so he ended up crawling like a cat, of course.
"What a fucking joke…" He said to himself slowly sleeping.
Before he can sleep he reflects on his life and starts to ball out into sadness. He is no longer at the home he once had. Down here there is nowhere to live or even familial ties.
Even after what he had done at the parade it doesn't change anything. He may have saved those lives but once again he had brought people involved for his act. People who don't deserve to be killed just for him.
"... Mama… Papa… Someone…"
Whatever sort of joke this is is now just a whole tragedy. Whatever the reason he appears as a cat, or the strange abilities he has, cannot be seen as a gift. Everything he had done in his lifetime led him towards a curse.
This world is his new home now and forever.
Meanwhile, At the Hazbin Hotel.
The Spider in the kink boot dressed more comfortably with a long baggy sweater. He was lying on bed snuggling with a demonic pet pig. He soon looked over at the Angel Dusts on the counter. What had happened earlier was something odd. Even though the cat was just putting up an act, he really did feel sorry for taking away the drugs.
It was strange though. The cat was being honest.
His true intentions were never about stealing the drugs or double-crossing the Spider. He was literally feeling guilty for his deeds and was just looking out for someone.
The Kinky Spider understands the feeling of being scared. But he never expected a fearful person would ever care for someone's safety, especially when he knew what the tall drag queen was going through.
"He was so kind, Fat Nugget." He tells his piggie. "I wonder… If I ever see him again…"
Thanks for reading. Although there may be some things I might have mistaken, I am trying to get into the fandom of the Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss universe. I am doing the best I can for researching the whole Hell Rings. If there are nine or seven, I believe it might be seven IDK but I'm still researching and watching all episodes for, possibly, future chapters.
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