The Following is a work of Fanfiction and M+ Rated for Mature Audiences! Contains Offensive Humor, Intense violence, and Horny Demons! ARE NOT SUITABLE FOR CHILDREN!
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Hi! My name is Hughes, AKA Top Cat!
And I am a Sinner!
Sins I've committed? Well, I… Well, it's quite awkward confessing to them when I'm already in Hell. But… It's really… Really hard to say in this world…
All that is in the past now!
Sure, living in Hell isn't exactly the best place on earth/afterlife with all the acts of killing, sexing, drugging, and hierarchy; that's not gonna stop me from living a peaceful life.
Why? Because I am officially part of the society workforce with a 25-30 hours a week pay, living peacefully as an alley cat, and even get free meals for all paperwork done!
Yep, living in Hell is going as smoothly as it can be!
Yes, everything is going my way!
Or so I thought…
Extermination- 10:00 P.M.
Late in the evening, Hughes has finally finished the workload Blitz left him with. In fact, he said to be sure he's ready before the exterminators come. Very surprising hearing Blitz say that. The rat's around these parts have been snooping around since he got in. It's not much of a colony but one rat is forming some sort of plan on destroying the company. Really hoping that such a company to slaughter people isn't going downhill.
Hughes did what he could. He finished filing the paperwork, he locked up the building, and he was ready to go straight home.
"It seems quiet," He said looking outside the parking lot. Everything seems quiet for the night.
At the very least, he should be getting home without getting the worst vibes. All he wants to do is just get home and listen to his albums he managed to get his hands on. These are the types of albums you can never get in the world of Hell. Literally, you can not get these songs in Hell. Even though they're up to date with modern technology, all these albums and songs are really underrated in Hell. Luckily, he knows a place to get these sort of 'antiques' when it comes to taste in music.
Most of all, he just wants to go home and sleep through the night. The weekend finally came and he is going to enjoy the day without any conversation massacre necessary.
Suddenly, his senses triggered. It never happened ever since what had happened at the parade a few weeks ago. It was coming from afar, but was soon close by. His trigger sensors are completely exploding.
It's coming in. All that is coming closer.
"Holy shit!" The cat heard it from a far distance. He looked at his vision from afar.
His sensors went haywire from the scream. A huge threat was finally incoming as he immediately dropped everything and punched the living crap out of the strange person. It wasn't intentional, but he had no choice because the sensory force had forced him to attack. And even considering the possible strength he had, the person came crashing far away.
"H… Holy Hell!" Hughes yelled out and completely forgot how strong he is. "I really need to control myself! I don't want to go through such an atrocity again!" He cried out trying the best he could. "Oh, but screw that... " He stopped thinking about himself and asked for the guy's injury if necessary. "Hey, you alright-" Hughes was interrupted seeing the completely shocking individual screaming.
"Ahh! We're so fucked!" He screamed out loud. "Stay the fuck away from me!" He continued yelling as he ran.
"Did- did I do something wrong?" Hughes questions himself.
However, much more of his sensory experience has completely gone haywire again. It wasn't close by, it all came from afar he immediately headed straight to the city of Pride Ring. And the sensory has continued its outburst for danger. What he sees are complete riots from strange creatures, people, or whatever they are, they are completely slaughtering people in the city. It was a huge massacre to see in front of one's eyes. For Hughes, it hit differently for him; it was like looking back at his past as a human. Part of him wants to attend to this massacre, for he had gone through the same thing as these people, but it was all for his own way of peace as a human. His anxiety was getting to him, all those people he had dealt with, all the blood trails flowing through his body of innocents won't get him off. The hard times of having the worst PTSD was getting to the point of making him vomit or even bring out his old bloodthirsty self.
All the cires from those people, wether Sinners or Imps, are being torture alive. Those beings are seeing these attacks as a whole game for them.
As Hughes looked at the next victims being slaughtered his inner, a part of him finally cannot take any of these funhouses of horror anymore.
Immediately, he grabbed the nearest weapon from the disaster. He was sure to grab ammo into his double barrel. Although it was too long he had to shorten it by breaking the barrel into a short barrel for his size. And just like that, his vision has gotten a clear shot with perfect accuracy to it's grinned face.
Headshot directly.
The strange being he observed closely, it was a strange thing he was looking at. What it looked like was just some strange angel-like person. All of these look like angels but with no color. Everything looked all grey with goat horns and so is their halos looking pointed like thorns with gems in the center of it.
"What are these things?" The cat asked himself looking at the dead body.
"W-What have you done…" The families looked at the cat with despair.
"Huh? Oh, well it looked like you guys needed help, so I-" The cat is oblivious.
"There is no way in hell a Sinner can kill these bastards… We're so fucked!" They all immediately went inside.
"Wait, Wait, what exactly do you mean!?" The cat yelled in confusion.
"Oh my god!" One of those beings looked at the dead body. "He… He's dead… He's dead!" The strange creatures were crying out for their comrades.
"You… You Sinful Bastard! How the hell can you kill him!?" They continued to cry out by the death.
"... Ummmm…" Hughes is literally lost into shit. "I… Shot… him… in… the… head…" He looked away from the beings.
"You cold-hearted son of a bitch!"
Hughes didn't know this, but what he had started was a war against these beings from the Heavens.
He didn't know what was going on, but for certain what he had done was impossible.
"We'll be sure your death will be forever eternal with no escape!" These hell angels are ready to attack. But that didn't stop Hughes from being selfish to survive.
"Uh- Look!" Hughes has finally settled a distraction. "There's an anthro/furry interacial gay sexuals with wives four burning down our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ!"
They all turned away, seeing their beliefs as complete distractions for Hughes to leave. As he did, all of the hell angels started to seize their moment, killing Hughes. It was immediately informed through the heavenly grapevine for all those hell angels. Any of those who are nearby evacuate their festival of horror into the great hunt.
Hughes is now on the red.
"Holy Hell! Holy Hell! Holy-" He stopped as he took notice of his senses. In front and back of the road all of those hell angels are completely taking all traffic.
"Search through here!" One of them yelled. "If we find the cat we'll be sure his death will be just!" They all applaud.
"Okay, Okay, this isn't as bad as I thought…" Hughes said to himself. "All I need to do is just settle… Just walk smoothly… yeah!" He said with pride.
So smoothly, Hughes might maintain in stealth; he isn't being noticed at all. He was just being as smooth as he can be with a casual walk.
"And then I just told her, honey It's just work… I know I can do better as an Exorcist than being with the CHERUB."
"Oh man, seriously?"
"Yeah, and then she just say, 'but think about the joy you can give along with getting closer to our Lord.' and next thing you know, I told her, literally told her, I won't get sucked into those organization because-"
"Their total kiss-ass, yeah, I get you man. I wouldn't be with those guys either. In fact, why give out good deeds when we're already good enough."
"I mean- well- that's sounds a bit high to us, doesn't it? We don't want to go that far."
"Yes, yes, but What I'm trying to say is doing… Those deeds, for others, will just lead us into abandonment. Like those other guy's."
"Oh man, Cletus… I ain't saying I'm going to miss that little kiss-asser because he was the most sellout among all of heavenly. But I will say he didn't deserve to be kicked out like that. Just throwing him out like that along with Collin."
"Collin… that dude… that dude had it worse than Cletus. He didn't deserve to be kicked out."
"Yeah, see what I mean… Collin is the most wholesome sheep we're gonna miss…"
"Because he had more goodwill than Cletus."
"Exactly! Exactly, putting him through the worst outcome and he just be disbanded along with Cletus and… wait isn't that the cat we're looking for?"
"Nah… that's just some regular cat walking casually he has nothing to do with us." These beings from the sky are also more oblivious than Hughes thought. Does he have a right to say it, yes. "So, anyways, I started blasting these Sinners, right-" The two of them continued talking as Hughes literally managed to escape.
Or so he thought… again.
"Wow, these guys are not as intelligent as I had in mind." Hughes happily skipped passing by them. He then skipped along the way and started to do his own rhythmic standing ovation. He just kept on dancing on the way until he screwed up.
"... Wait… Did he just dance? The creature asked, looking back at Hughes.
"Yeah… Yeah… That's right!" The creatures grabbed his big hatchet.
"Cats can't perform choreographic solos! That's how they ruined film iterations from all Broadway shows!"
"Oh, Satan/Beelzebub/Whatever!" Hughes started running away from the beings.
The axe had stumbled upon the danger sense Hughes acquired. He managed to dodge the terrifying weapon. And then much more is coming in the sensor kept on the lookout for Hughes; no matter how fast these things were he just kept on moving side to side from top, bottom, left, and right. Hughes' life is now at stake, and worse, it's at stake in Hell. Eventually, the more these humanoid killer angels, they gathered nearby plotting to kill intent with their weapons. The weapons were just coming out. Instead of the spears and axe, there are lethal weapons involving.
The moment they charged onwards, Hughes was in auto-mode. His instincts tell him to leapt under, take one of their spears, run onto them like a wall supporting a parkour athlete, push himself backwards, and spear these pieces of shit like a kebab like they've had before. The angel fall on his back, Hughes grabbed one of his weapons (a crossbow), aimed in a perfect accuracy, shooting all three of those angels, and let them fall towards him at the right timing as he uses duck under; the angels behind him were tackled down by their corpses which made a perfect timing for Hughes to duck under and leave.
"I'm so sorry!" Hughes yelled, throwing the crossbow. "I'm on autopilot!" He cried with tears. "I really~ don't understand it myself!" Hughes continued to cry about his problems.
As much as Hughes wanted to stop his strange abilities, or maybe his own self-consciousness, but the more these beings come closer the more his own trigger senses become paradoxes. And speaking of paradoxes, here comes more angels coming in at an unexplained speed Hughes somehow dodge.
"Holy Hell!" Hughes screamed out loud while running straight forward.
Without even thinking, Hughes immediately jumped into a barrel. He literally has no idea what to do except for hiding and hoping not to be massacred by the angels. Hughes soon suffered the worst anxiety attack in his hideout. He can barely breathe from his temptation; the images of everyone being slaughtered couldn't be faded or forgotten. All of the blood is completely on his hands and cannot be wiped off.
"Oh god…" Hughes thought to himself, shivering from his own demise. "Please… Take me somewhere… Anywhere… Get me out of here…!" Hughes cried out with tears pleading for his will to live.
"Kill this Pussy!" The angels screamed instantaneously to kill the barrel.
The barrel was destroyed into pieces.
There was nobody inside.
"How in the hell!?" They continued to scream with rage.
"A ghost!?"
"... Really? A Ghost? In the world of Hell?"
"No, he's just white!"
"Wow… Okay, racist…"
"YOU'RE FUCKING RACIST!"
"Anyone else still feel that we're just exterminators and can freely just say words which would never hurt our Lord in vain?"
"I second that!"
"Guys, we're not exactly THE Angels, but the Angels of Death… Or you know, Exorcists originally."
All of them agreed quickly.
"Now, that makes sense!"
"Silence!"
One of them finally speaks up. "It's obvious that Sinner has some abilities no Sinner can use."
All of them asked around full of confusion.
Just how can some Sinner enable to kill an Exterminator? What exactly is he? Where did he really come from?
All in all, they just need to find the cat.
"We have to regroup-"
"No!" The head of the Exterminators said.
"We got until the crack of dawn. When the bell rings it's the end of the exterminations. What we need to do is continue the cleansing. If any word spreads out about the cat, we will vastly make our move and be sure his soul will forever be in a void of darkness! We must stand tall, and kill all pests!" All of them agreed to the terms as they spread out.
"One more thing," He said to his group before they departed. "Do not say a word through all seven rings, our main objective is Pride, and Pride itself is overpopulated as we all know. If word spreads out, we will have a HUGE impact we will embrace… and we all don't want that!"
"Right!" They all spread out.
And so they all continued their exterminations among all other demons. Though they continued their job, they were all keeping a lookout of any suspicions from all Sinners or Exterminators. The whereabouts for the cat were still unknown.
As they left a couple of minutes later the cat got out of the trash compartment.
"... Exterminators…" Hughes thought about the names.
It finally got into his head.
"These people… are what the Boss warned me about?" Hughes is completely petrified from the sudden warning.
These angels are not the pests control he had in mind.
These things are the ones who kill for sport.
What was more strange about the Angels of Death is how it sounded so familiar to him. It wasn't because of some comic book he came across from Japan, or even a Grim Reaper from the cartoon he had watched.
Angels of death kept on crossing Hughes head which is really starting to get heavy.
"Gobble~ Gobble~"
A strange noise came out of nowhere.
Hughes doesn't have time for the strange noise; he just wants to go back to his alleyway.
"Gobble~ Gobble~"
It kept gobbling from behind.
The shadow showed something round and terrifying. It looked as though there were sharpened teeth in the shadow along with sharpened fingers pointing the directions.
"Who… is it?" Hughes asked himself hiding from the trash can.
The shadow was getting smaller and revealed something very unexpected.
Turns out, whatever nightmare imaginable, there were two people coming out of the shadows.
And these two happened to be nothing but walking talking eggs(?).
"Nothing like a great day of cleansing!" One the egglitte said grabbing parts out of the trash.
"Hope these parts are good for the ship!" The other said excitedly. " is going to love these parts!" They grabbed scabs of metal and broken ARs from other areas.
"Nothing will make him more happy than becoming the best in Hell!" The egg soon pushed a button from the trash.
The button turns out to be a lever leading them into a secret hideout of their own. Along with the eggs is Hughes who was completely off guard from the hidden room from the ground. The egglitte's were safely enjoying the ride, but Hughes is the only one rolling in pain.
As they were enjoying the ride, Hughes was screaming horrifyingly and getting hurt while falling.
"WEEE" They screamed with enthusiasm.
"Ugh! Ahh! Ouch! Ouch! Aww- God- Dammit! How- Long- Is- This- Tunnel! Ow!"
5 minutes later…
"That was fun!" One of the eggs said getting off the rails.
"Once we get out of here, let's do it again!" They both agreed!
In fact, they're gonna sing a song about it!
(That's right, this story is a musical too. So get ready for the Best Eggs Ever Song!)
"Oh~~~"
"Fuck!"
Hughes has finally finished being in the hellhole he went through. Hughes was badly injured from the fall, but safely landed.
At least, it wasn't a soft landing, it was just a bit disgusting.
"Ow~~~" Hughes cried from the fall. "That… really… sucked… Eggs-" Hughes was interrupted from the strange goo. He tried to wipe the goo off his suit and fur; sadly the stuff he was wiping off isn't exactly the goo.
It came across Hughes' mind when he looked at the yellow and clear liquids.
He remembered who came before him.
"... Oh No…" Hughes cried from his discovery.
Hughes picked up the egg shells, small hats, and small bow ties.
Hughes started to cry slowly.
"Oh… They were gonna be grown-chicks! They had so much to live for!" Hughes started to feel much more guilt than ever.
As he mourned for the little chicks, he was interrupted by a slithering noise from afar.
Hughes' senses were triggered once again from the noise afar. In fact, there was more than just one noise, but more coming from the tunnel.
The sound of a snake was coming in closely from the tunnel. Hughes immediately tried to hide the evidence. However, it was too late for him to hide the evidence as his senses went haywire again.
"Oh no…" Hughes looked at the shells. He had a thought for one second without any second thoughts. "... I'm going to regret this…"
From behind, something tall was coming from the tunnel. It sounded very impatient as it finally reached straight towards Hughes.
The strange snake-like-creature came out full of eyes from the bottom of his body, dressed in a yellow and grey suit, and revealed what seemed attached to his head were more eyes on its frills. And to top it off, he was also wearing a top hat.
"Did you get the scrapssss You Damn Chicken Fetusesss!?" It asked straighten himself from slithering.
"... Y- Yes! !" Hughes yelled with the full excitement he could. "I Just Came From Above! Grabbing All Them's Scraps Ya Asked, ! Uh… Did I mention I'm an Egg!?" Hughes thought being in disguise using the eggshells and hat will fool this strange giant cobra. If this could work on the Exterminators from before, Hughes may be certain that people in this world are as dumber than the angels themselves.
"... WHY THE FUCK'SSS 'SHISSS PUSSYY DRESSED AS MY MINIONSSSS! THISS DOESN'T ADD UP!"
"Oh God!" Hughes cried out from the fancy cobra.
Without any ways of escaping, Hughes is kept captive by a giant cobra.
Meanwhile- Somewhere
In the streets hidden from the Exterminators, one person was walking as if it were a natural walk in the park. Humming into the music in his head and enjoying the casual walk with dead bodies surrounding. It's as if walking with all depths of Hell is perfectly natural to him. Suddenly, coming out of a strange portal was like stars coming out. Through the portal was Stolas visiting the harvesting cesspool around the street, but mostly visiting the man walking down the streets returning to his home.
"Oh~ Why, your majesty," He greeted the Prince. "What a sudden visitation, shall I say?"
The Owl Prince is clenching his eyes seeing the demon in red enjoying Extermination Day.
"Alastor," Stolas called his name. "You know strict laws of Hell, all Overlords are to remain into their homes and shouldn't interfere the Extermination necessary." Stolas giving the red demons lecture of the laws. "Just what are you doing out here?" Stolas asked him in a determined tone.
"Oh, Your Majesty!" Alastor trying to be casual. "If I wanted to stay at home... I would have done so."
"Are you threatening me, Alastor? Of all people?" Stolas said with his eyes filled with murderous intention.
"Of course not! I would never think about coming across you!" Alastor said jokingly. "No, your majesty, I am here just to enjoy the world of despair, humiliation, and all eternal screams of the weak!" Alastor said with a grin and picking up victim's skull. "I am terribly sorry for being out here, I just needed the fresh air before I head home." Alastor walked pass the prince continue to stroll through the streets of the helpless victims.
"Oh, by the way?" Alastor stopped before leaving. "I came across something... Interesting." Alastor mentions a certain event in front of his eyes. What he mention was honestly close of being killed. "Something so incredibly. It hasn't been this interesting since-"
"Alastor..." Stolas stopped Alastor's sentence. "Whatever you're intentions are... its unnecessary to bring it up... There's already enough of you people in this world..." Stolas was starting to reveal all his murderous intention towards the red demon.
Alastor stood there feeling the chills through his spine. Despite all the intense atrocity coming from the Prince, Alastor still puts his widened grin knowing the further outcome.
"If you dare intervene in anywayy... I will fucking kill you."
Stolas continued onward on his patrol. Alastor stood there with his amusement from the interaction with Stolas.
"Oh, Stolas..." Alastor continued walking home.
I'm not the only one you should worry about...
Time of Hell: 11:25 P.M.
End of Extermination: 7 Hours 35 Minutes Remaining
TO BE CONTINUED!
THIS SERIES IS AN OFFICIAL CROSSOVER!
I WANTED TO GIVE YOU ALL A HAPPY HOLIDAYS AND A MERRY CHRISTMAS!
ALSO, I HOPE THIS EASES YOU FROM THE VA RECASTING INCIDENT! I AM GONNA MISS THEM AS WELL.
JUST TRY NOT TO OVERTHINK ABOUT IT.
AT LEAST WE ALL GET A SECOND SEASON OF HELLUVA BOSS AND THE HAZBIN HOTEL IN PRODUCTION!
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HAVE A HELLUVA HOLIDAYS!