"Five minutes till we're live mister Trench!" A voice called from outside his dressing room.
Normally he would be on set by now having the finishing touches of his makeup be applied, despite the fact his face was a literal gas mask. But this was no ordinary news day, he held in his hands a device he still was amazed by, that from the Slayer's own word would show the entirety of Hell his life's story. Admittedly he wanted to take a peek before anyone else did, just a few minutes so he could get an estimation of how insane it might be. Yet he restrained himself for two reasons, the first was his integrity as a professional in the field of journalism, the second because he worried if he did something like that Katie would somehow find out and proceed to crush his testicles like grapes.
Still though, to hold such demanded knowledge from the people of Hell was truly something, just one button press and all the mystery surrounding that stranger would be resolved...
"...Planning on seeing the show before it's time mister Trench?" A voice suddenly asked in his ear.
Yelping almost exactly the same as a dog from shock and terror, Tom had to frantically wave his arms around to catch the device after he nearly through it into the air. Clutching it tightly in his hands though mostly due to his nerves, he slowly turned around to look at who that was, only to have his terror worsen once he saw them.
"Y-You're the..." He did his best to stammer out, only to be kept silent as a yellow toothed grin came into view.
"The radio demon? Yes I've been getting called by my title more than my name recently, not that I'm bothered I suppose, it is a fitting and nice title." Alastor replied as he put his hands behind his back.
"H-How did you get in here?" Tom managed to ask while slowly scooting his chair away from him.
"I just asked the nice lady at the reception desk downstairs, then when I came up and asked to speak with your staff pointed to the door, must've been too lost in thought to hear me come in." He explained.
"Oh." Tom simply replied as that was actually a normal answer to his question, "Still, why are you even here? Did Katie send you?" He asked.
"Oh ho ho ho no I'm afraid, me and miss Killjoy are not on the best of terms right now, why I'd go so far as to say she and I are like cats and dogs." Alastor answered.
"So...you're here on your own then?" He asked.
"Indeed, I wanted to come and tell you about a major scoop that'll surely boost your network's ratings! But you'll have to work quickly as it's a limited time spectacle, a blink and you'll miss it type of occasion!" Alastor exclaimed.
"I don't know, I think I've got a good enough scoop already, n-no offense of course." He replied making sure to not upset him.
"Oh yes the Slayer's life story all packaged in that doohickey of his, that is a pretty big scoop, along
with the convenient car crash that happened earlier today..." Alastor said as he looked off to the side.
"Wait, did you-" Tom began to question only to be cutoff as Alastor continued to speak.
"But none of that matters now mister Trench! For while I'm sure you and the rest of Hell would love to see that wonderful documentary, wouldn't it be better if you were to see him in action?" He asked.
"Are you saying that he's about to-" He tried once again to reply only to be interrupted a second time.
"Correct mister Trench! The Slayer is nearly upon the expecting trio of Valentino, Vox, and Velvet, all of whom are preparing to stand their ground at the well known Porn Studios! But like I said you'll have to get your people there quick if you don't want to miss it." Alastor explained before then turning his back to the other, "Speaking of which I better get going myself! Don't want to miss this once in a lifetime display!" He exclaimed as he headed for the door.
"HOLD ON!" Tom suddenly shouted as he stood from his seat, "Mister Alastor, er radio demon, whatever you want me to call you, while I appreciate this information why are you giving it to me? Also how do you know so much about it and the car crash from earlier? I have so many questions I need answers to!" He told him.
"But mister Trench, what's the point in seeing a show if you know how it was put together? How all the actors and stagehands came together to make the performance? I wouldn't want to ruin your fun by painting you such a picture, you'll have the same joy as everyone else seeing it first, then maybe just maybe I'll reveal to all of you how it came to be, then again I probably won't, we'll see how I'm feeling later." Alastor replied as he opened the door and stepped out, "Goodbye mister Trench, and happy reporting!" He said to him, giving him one final smile and even a wave before closing the door.
Much like a video trying to buffer so to was Tom Trench's brain trying to work through his thoughts and emotions. In the span of a one minute conversation that happened out of nowhere, he was given enough information to last not just one broadcast, but several other ones and maybe even a few leaks to some tabloids to start up a rumor mill. But he had to be smart about this, like ABSURDLY smart, for while it was already a fool's game to try and do anything with the radio demon, there was now another even more unsettling person who was at the center of it all.
"Mister Trench?" An employee called as they lightly knocked on the door, "We're just about ready, so you should probably come to the set now." They said.
Expecting to hear him say something back, the poor unsuspecting demon was startled to high Heaven as their boss's response was...rather unusual. First came the sound of running footsteps as he barreled towards the door, then he would quickly fling it open to reveal himself, lastly he grabbed onto the worker's shoulders and began shaking them wildly.
"Forget the broadcast! We need to get a van over to Porn Studios stat! There's a massive story that's about to happen!" He exclaimed in a panic.
"Yeeeeeeeeees sir, but pleeeeeeeease stop shaking meeeeeeee." The employee wobblily requested.
Pentagram City at night was a much different experience than how it was during the day, both visually and audibly. For starters it actually looked beautiful as the sky grew darker, for all of the
neon signs and lights which were off would come to life and fill the darkness with bright vibrant colors. Then you had the demons, and while there were still quite a few walking on the sidewalks or driving down the street, at this time most of the populace was either in a club, a restaurant, or maybe even just a store or mall. This is where the sounds changed, for unlike during the day where you could hear car horns honking or countless voices screaming profanities at each other, now all you heard was laughter and cheering or a passing conversation, for even the sinful had to wind down after each day.
And it had been a long time since the Slayer heard such sounds, the sounds of life and indulgence coming from all around him, he might've taken a moment to enjoy it if this were any other night. But as it stood the only sounds he heard were the light splashes his feet made as he marched into the city, whether it was booze leaking from broken bottles or just some kind of gutter water, it didn't bother him at all, if anything it helped him focus. There were always moments like this before a fight was to be held, whether it was on mars where he could hear winds that sounds like ghostly wails, machines whirring to life within UAC facilities on both the red planet and earth, even Doom had few moments where the crackling of embers and the light waving of chains was oddly calming. It allowed him to steady his breathing, to mentally go over everything he needed to do as well as what he had in stock, but most of all it made what came after all the easier to be lost in.
For unlike how it is portrayed in films or tv shows it's never an instant shift from peace to insanity, there's always a slow yet steady build up of tension that leads to the violence. And now, as he turned one final corner and saw at the end of this road his destination in sight, he could feel that tension reaching its natural end.
"Before you proceed, there are a few things I must show you that I've discovered." Vega spoke still using the inside of his helmet, "In regards to the device I mentioned earlier I was able to locate the source of its one way connection, it appears to be directly linked with a demon that is currently in Porn Studios, however unlike the other demons of this circle we have encountered this one has a fair amount of technology present in his body, on your approval I can begin the necessary actions that will grant me both access and control." He explained receiving a nod in response, "Speaking of the demonic presence inside of the structure, while most of them are no different from the others back at the hotel, the three who you are seeking as said by miss Killjoy have the same level of power as Alastor, though admittedly even from simulations at worst they are equal to a baron at full strength." He continued as a map of the building appeared on the Slayer's visor, "This brings me to my last discovery, while 85% of the demons excluding the three Vs are armed and will no doubt try to stop you, 15% are unarmed civilians who have been moved to a more secure part of the building, most likely these are the porn stars and prostitutes under Valentino's employ, however I cannot determine if they have sustained any injuries from this distance, once you are closer I will be able to do so." He stated coming to an end, not needing to advise he be careful to avoid harming these demons specifically.
With that information now known and Vega getting to work on taking over this technological demon, The Slayer continued in his approach. And whether it was just plain luck, or maybe both the Slayer and Vega believed them to be random civilians, neither noticed the channel 666 news crew and their van that were in a nearby alley.
"Holy fucking cow tits mister Trench was right!" The reporter quietly exclaimed as they all watched the Slayer head for Porn Studios, "Get the equipment ready, we'll follow him but from a safe distance, don't wanna get in his way or let him know we're here." They instructed.
Quickly but quietly the rest of the crew followed their directions, even having made preparation on their way it would still be a bit before they were ready to go live. This would be best for both them
and the Slayer however, as once he was but a few feet from the building he would suddenly be halted, as a voice booming over an intercom system spoke out to him.
"Well well well, if it ain't the man of the hour, the mysterious murderer who turned Katie Killjoy to mulch and cut Sir Pentious in half with a chainsaw, gotta say big guy the news didn't do you justice." The voice greeted with a small chuckle, "Now I don't know WHY you're here of all places, cause believe me there are a LOT of worse places in Hell that could do with your...unique set of skills, but I'm smart enough to guess that regardless of the reason you're here for one thing only right? Or is that shotgun of yours just for bravado?" They asked mentioning his armament,
"Look, I get it, you clearly don't like assholes, well in that bitch Killjoy's case it was a cunt, but still I understand completely, sometimes there are just some people who need to be put in their place cause they mouth off to ya, makes total sense to me." They assured followed by a brief pause, "But I think we can work this out like gentlemen don't you? After all I've got whatever it is you desire, surely a big tough guy like you has got to let loose every once in a while right? Tell ya what, you just give me something work with, a hair color, a fetish, hell maybe you're into something a bit more...controversial, just give me a hint and I'll-"
BOOM
Sparks and metal hitting the ground were the sounds that followed that deafening blast, for the Slayer had blown apart one of the outside speakers with his weapon.
"...Heh, so that's how it's gonna be..." The voice said as he pulled down the barrels and popped out the empty shells, "Guess you're all meat and no mind huh? Cause I gotta say, only a retarded fuckwit would do what you just did, I genuinely was hoping we could work this out peacefully, I mean shit I've got tons of product, no matter what you're into I could provide it, unless of course you're already satisfied with that slut, or maybe you're just a fucking dipshit, oh well, your mistake asshole." They told him before going silent.
Summoning two new shells and placing them in the barrels, as the Slayer readied his shotgun for another use he headed towards the doors. This is when two things happened at once, back with the news crew they had just finished setting everything up and had begun broadcasting a live feed to the station, which of course was then being broadcasted to every television in Hell. But just as everyone across the circle saw the Slayer on their screens would they be startled by the sounds of gunfire and the blinding flashes of light that came with it. From the front of Porn Studios, at best guess somewhere in the lobby, a myriad of machine guns, pistols, shotguns, and a few rifles all began firing together at the Slayer.
This in turn caused the news crew to take over against the alleyway's wall while still keeping the camera on the scene, for while the gunmen's target was standing just a few feet away from them, every shot that either missed or even ricocheted off his armor went flying towards the surrounding area. In spite of this however they kept firing and firing every shot that they had, even as they began to notice how any bullets that hit his exposed biceps were just halted entirely and then hit the ground, they kept pulling and holding their triggers. Soon though their ammo ran dry, even those that had spare clips or shells were depleted, and so all that was left was countless bullet holes and casings, along with one unaffected space marine.
As for the gunmen they were the exact opposite, while the Slayer was as still as a statue and showed not even a scratch on his armor or skin, they were all breathing heavily or unevenly, their bodies shaking similarly to that of frightened children. And as he saw this for just a quick moment the Slayer scoffed, for these were not demons, they were only mistakes that appeared as Hellspawn. Taking but one step forward was enough to cause them all to jump and even for some to step backwards, but as he continued to walk towards them their instincts kicked in. They didn't
care if their boss would be upset with them, because the truth was that meant shit, they knew for a goddamn fact if they didn't run for their lives they would die and that was the only thing of importance.
This sadly was the worst thing they could've done for themselves, for before they were all nicely grouped which would have allowed him to kill them all in a single blast from his shotgun, but now as they each headed down a different hallway he would need to make it personal. Choosing to follow those who were headed in the direction of the unarmed demons, as he knew they were most likely planning to use them as meat shields or hostages, with but one quick dash he would catch up to the first and grab onto the back of his head. Only able to scream for a single second the demon's head was reduced to pulp, his body falling lifelessly to the floor as the Slayer crushed it as easily as a grape. Those that were ahead of him let out screams of terror as they witnessed it, some even puking slightly though it didn't slow them down.
Holding up his shotgun the Slayer sent out his meat hook to impale another, bringing them back to him once it landed. Though unlike with Katie who he blasted to pieces, he chose a far more horrid death this time around, lifting the demon up above his head while still impaled on the hook, before then grabbing onto their legs and ripping them in half. Paying both the torso as well as the legs he threw down beside them no further attention, he continued in his pursuit after the remaining demons, of which there were four. Though to call them demons at this point was honestly a sad joke, they were now crying in addition to screaming for their lives as they ran, honestly while not making him feel bad for them at all it made him angrier because they were, as Angel Dust himself might put it, chickenshits.
Deciding to kick things up a notch as he did still need to protect those who weren't his targets, the Slayer showing off his remarkable speed managed to catch up to the next two and dealt with them at the same time. He did so by bringing forth his wrist mounted blade and slicing the top half of the demon's skull who was to his left, while as for the one to his right he simply hit with enough force to literally make them explode. Now there were only two left in this hallway, unluckily though they actually did reach the room they were hoping for, as he soon heard the shrieks and cries of frightened people. Choosing to take a slower approach as the situation was now delicate, he
walked to the room as calmly as he could.
Of course this did nothing to ease the nerves of either his last two victims or the hostages they now held, one being a man the other a woman and both were barely dressed. As for the other frightened workers the were all cowering at the back of the room, and even from here he could see quite a few of them had either scars or wounds of various kinds on their bodies, some old while others fresher.
"DON'T COME ANY FUCKING CLOSER!" One of the demons shouted out as he pressed his claws against the neck of the hostage, "I SWEAR I WILL FUCKING CUT OPEN HER THROAT!" He warned.
Looking over to his partner and seeing he too had a similar hold on his hostage, though instead of using claws as the threat he was biting their neck and would not hesitate to bite deeper if he disobeyed, from everyone's perspective but his he seemed outsmarted. This is why instead of raising his shotgun as a warning of his own, or maybe even dashing towards them to close the distance, a light blue portal would suddenly open behind him and he in turn would back into it.
"...Wait...did...did he just...leave?..." The reporter asked quietly to the rest of the crew, all of them hiding in a nearby room further down the hall so they could keep filming this.
Watching as the portal disappeared and waiting a few seconds just to make sure he wouldn't come back or appear behind them, the two demons felt smiles come to their faces as they had won.
"Holy fucking shit, holy fucking shit, we actually fucking did it!" The first one shouted in glee, both still holding onto their hostages as insurance.
BANG...THUD...
The two unfortunate hostages slowly felt their eyes look down to the floor, as that thud had been made by their captors' bodies hitting the ground. As for what caused that insanely loud bang, everyone including the other workers and hidden news crew looked to a nearby wall, and found a hole the size of a half dollar in it. Though they all knew this was the Slayer's doing they had no idea what just happened, but as that same blue portal reopened and the Slayer stepped out, now holding in his hands some kind of machine gun looking weapon, they would receive an explanation.
"I am sorry if you were afraid that the Slayer had abandoned you, in reality he requested that I open a portal to a nearby rooftop so that he might deal with those two from afar, utilizing the long ranged capabilities this particular weapon of his possesses." A voice explained, and while it seemed to be coming from his person, given both the tone of the voice as well as what it was saying, they were pretty certain it wasn't his, "Now, I know you're all afraid, and you have every right to be, but the Slayer is not here to harm you, however to ensure your safety you must vacate the premises, he cannot guarantee that if something should happen he can protect you, so please with haste." The voice instructed as the Slayer himself stepped to the side.
Even though they were filled with countless questions and emotions, seeing as how this was their only chance to escape they took it in an instant. Waiting until they all ran out of the room and mostly through the hall, he too would then leave the space as to find the remaining demons.
Meanwhile the news crew had to be as quiet and as motionless as they could, which was truly a nigh impossible thing to do especially when he unknowingly walked passed the room they were hiding in. Thankfully he would soon be back in the lobby, at which point he would request Vega's assistance in locating the leftovers.
"Surprisingly they are all in the exact same location, most of the building's rooms are either studios and sets for the purpose of filming pornography, while the rest are either storage or lounging areas, however they chose not to hide in any of these spaces but instead go straight to the top floor, which is where your real targets are waiting." He explained.
With this new information the Slayer wasted no time in going after them, though not full on running as the situation didn't demand that, he did lightly sprint up the nearby stairwell. As for why he chose to use the stairs rather than the elevator that was a matter of precaution, for while these so called demons were less than even a possessed of Doom's army, the fact was the Overlords by Vega's own estimation we on par with barons. And even though he had slain far too many barons to count, the fact was that specific demon and those that fell into the same ranking as it in terms of threat, were not to be taken lightly as if he made a mistake they good get a good hit in. Add this to the fact he was on their turf and he assumed that there had to be some kind of traps, whether it be something practical like a faulty elevator or something arcane like a sentient turret or explosive, anything was possible.
Yet as he within but a minute reached the top of the stairs and pushed open the stairwell door, what he found waiting for him was truly the last thing he had expected. All of the demons were dead, limbs and some organs tossed about the space without care, where as the bodies themselves all hung from the ceiling, the longest of their entrails used as makeshift nooses.
"Bout time you showed up." The same voice from the intercom spoke loudly from the room ahead, "Hope you liked the decorations I put up to welcome you, only the best for such a special guest." It
said.
Seeing as how these demons not long ago had been shooting at him, the Slayer showed no courtesy or care himself, merely pushing them aside as he walked passed to the door. Turning its handle and pushing it open he finally had a face to put that voice to, along with two others. On the far right at the end of the room there was a rather tall demon who had a television screen for a head, in the middle there was a demon who seemed to be an insect of some kind sitting at a desk, and to the far left there was a short woman whose appearance both physical and clothing made her look like a doll.
"I must say, you work fast." The voice, who he now knew for certain was Valentino complimented, "Though I guess your debut on the news showed that perfectly well, then again it's always different seeing something on TV than seeing it in person." He reasoned.
To their surprise, as well as the news crew who had booked it up the stairs after him and were now filming him from the stairwell, the Slayer didn't go in or even begin to shoot.
"What's wrong? Don't like the place? Not to your taste or something?" He asked as he leaned back in his chair, "Or are you wanting this to be cinematic? Like I go on some big long rant about how I'm better than you and how you suck? Cause if so that's tough shit." He said as a grin came to his face, "This is real fucking life, and I knew damn well you'd waste those dumb bastards without breaking a sweat, only reason I had them shoot at you was cause I wanted one last bit of entertainment, before we got down to the REAL business." He admitted.
Still refusing to even set one foot into the room, by this point the Slayer knew there were no traps or other such devious things waiting for him, and yet he still seemed to be waiting for something.
"Don't tell me you're ACTUALLY retarded? I was just joking earlier, but are SERIOUSLY only capable of crushing heads and shooting shit? Did the little hamster that runs in your head die or something? Or was it a monkey and he got tired of eating his own shit so he died?" Valentino asked with a boisterous laugh.
"...No."
Upon hearing that Valentino would stop laughing, but not because that had come from the Slayer...it was far too close to come from him. That response had come from his right, which didn't make sense because he didn't recognize it, yet as he and Velvet looked to Vox to see what was going on, for the first time in a very long time they were afraid.
"V-Vox?..." Velvet questioned in a tone so hesitant it almost sounded like a whimper.
Slowly turning his head so they could fully see the new image present on his screen, they would be left speechless as it wasn't his face they saw, but some kind of blue symbol they'd never seen before.
"I'm afraid not." The voice replied as Vox's hand moved to his chest, "I am Vega, an artificial intelligence assigned to assist the Slayer in any way possible, though I must admit this is my first time taking over someone's body." He told them.
"V-Vox quit that shit, it's not fucking funny!" Valentino ordered.
"I'm sorry, but your companion is unable to respond, thanks to his head as well as most of his body being artificial, I was able to in a sense invade it and easily overpower him, be rest assured however he is still in here, though he is currently preoccupied in screaming as part of my
suppression method is violently assaulting both his soul as well as his flesh, it is quite unpleasant." He explained.
After saying that "Vox" would then begin approaching the other two overlords, causing Velvet to back up against the wall and Valentino to push his chair away. And if this had been anyone else, maybe just maybe they'd have debated doing what he did next, but as he was now certain this wasn't some kind of sick joke, Valentino would reach out and grab "Vox" by his neck, before then throwing him out of the glass that lined the back wall.
"NO!" Velvet cried out as she rushed over to the newly made opening in the glass.
It took only a few seconds for Vox's body to hit the street, though sadly that was not fast enough before Velvet got there. As a result she got to watch her best friend shatter into countless pieces, some being artificial and metal while the rest of course was flesh. Yet that wasn't the most unsettling thing about it, for as he was in free fall she saw his screen go back to normal, and the terrified look he had before he hit the ground. Tears immediately began to well in her eyes afterwards, followed by an unrestrained sob and her falling to her knees.
"Oh...my fucking god..." The reporter muttered to themselves from the stairwell, truly in shock at what just transpired.
"...You know what?...I'll give ya that one." Valentino spoke as he turned around to face the Slayer, "Out of EVERYTHING I thought I'd see when you showed up, I could have NEVER seen that coming, for the first time in a LONG time I mean it when I say, I'm fucking impressed." He complimented as his grin returned, "I'm gonna enjoy this, ooooh man am I REALLY gonna fucking love this, it has been so goddamn long since I've been able to go all out that I'm getting excited just thinking about it!" He shouted as he began to transform.
Finally deciding now was the time the Slayer stepped into the room, his shotgun held in a position to fire, and his finger slowly squeezing the trigger. But then another unexpected twist occurred, before he could fire off both shells or Valentino could finish his transformation, Velvet would pounce on him and take him to the floor.
"HOW COULD YOU FUCKING DO THAT?!" She shouted as tears poured from her eyes, followed by a barrage of punches hitting his person, "HE WAS OUR FUCKING FRIEND AND YOU JUST FUCKING KILLED HIM!" She cried out.
Responding with a punch of his own he put enough power behind it to send her across the room, causing her to the hit wall with enough force to leave a sizeable dent in it. Falling onto the floor face first she would try to get back up, but was unable to as he was already upon her and began stomping on her with his foot.
"HE WAS ALREADY FUCKING GONE YOU DUMB BITCH! I WAS DOING WHAT I HAD TO DO TO MAKE SURE HE WOULDN'T FUCKING KILL US ALONG WITH GRK-"
Having shut her eyes as tight as she could and putting her arms over her head to try and protect her, once he stopped speaking she slowly looked up to see what had happened. Somehow without either him or her hearing the Slayer had decided to intervene, holding the pimp by his throat with such strength he threatened to pop his head off. Yet he didn't, for the next few seconds he just stood there holding him in his grasp, all the while Valentino did everything he could to try and pry himself free, almost as if he were thinking about something. But then the silence was broken, not by any of them but by a new portal opening up, though for some strange reason it was in the other room.
"To the demons who have been following the Slayer this entire time, if you wish to see how this all ends I advise you follow him into the portal, otherwise you'll miss it." Vega spoke up causing the news crew to jump slightly out of surprise.
Once that had been said the Slayer would then take his leave, taking with him Valentino as well as his cane which he picked up from the ground as he left the room. Entering the portal and soon followed by the news crew who didn't want to be left behind, as the portal closed the only still living demon left in all of the building, was the beaten and battered Velvet.
"GAH!" Valentino sounded as he was violently tossed against the floor, even skidding a little before he came to a stop.
Unsure as to where the fuck he had been taken to, as the moth demon could just barely look up from the floor, he was shocked to find a familiar face looking down at him.
"A-Angel?..." He grunted out, the spider demon besides still being dressed in just a robe, also had the same confused look on his face as well.
To the surprise of Valentino, Angel Dust, the news crew, and all of the other inhabitants of the happy hotel, this had been the destination the Slayer decided to bring the pimp to.
"I...don't understand..." Angel said as he looked to the Slayer, "Why did you bring him here? You...you can't possibly think that he deserves a chance at redemption do you?" He asked.
Responding not with a nod, nor a shake, or even Vega to speak for him, the Slayer walked over to him and gave him the cane. Looking down at the object he now held in his hands, the pieces slowly fell into place and he realized what was happening.
"You...you want ME to kill him?" He questioned, this time receiving a nod.
However, before he could say anything else a small fit of chuckles could be heard, and who else might they be coming from other than Valentino.
"You...you really are a fucking tard..." He said as a spittle of blood leaked from his mouth, coming from the immense bruising that had happened to the inside of his neck, "You really think...that HE'S gonna kill me? No way that shit's gonna happen..." He went on before looking up at them both, "Because...he's MINE...ain't that right Angel ba-"
WHACK
Before he could finish saying his pet name for him, Angel Dust cracked him across the face with the end of his cane, not only sending him to the floor but also causing a few teeth to fly out.
Gasping for air as the shock of the blow took the wind out of him, he would be turned to lay on his back by his assailant, so he could watch every single swing that came for him.
"I." He began as he delivered another blow, "AM NOT." He continued landing a third strike, "YOUR FUCKING." He proceeded landing a fourth hit, "GODDAMN BABY!" He shouted at the top of his lungs before TRULY wailing into him.
For the next few minutes the air would be filled with the sounds of cracking bone, flesh and organs being mashed into slop, and Valentino's cane slowly breaking apart. Yet even as the beating reduced the other's head into literal nothing, just a pool of indescribable liquid and small bits of his skull and brain matter, and the cane as well was rendered completely useless, Angel would continue his attack using his bare hands. First he ripped away the pimp's attire which allowed him
to begin tearing at his flesh, then he would with reckless abandon start pulling away and tossing all parts he could grab off to the side, but as he was now at the thick of what was once Valentino, he resigned to just pound away at him with fists. This continued for another few minutes, the only thing left of the former Overlord being his pelvis and legs as those were what Angel was sitting on, but he was far too tired to try and deal with those parts as well, and so he sat there covered in blood catching his breath.
Yet there was one more surprise to be had before this was truly over, and that came from the Slayer walking over to him and placing a hand on his shoulder, though unlike before there was no firmness to it, as he was trying to comfort him. For he knew what it was like to finally kill the source of your suffering, he had done the exact same thing when he and the Dark One finally fought each other at Doom's end, and he knew that once the rage subsided there'd only be emptiness. At least, that's what he thought would happen, instead the moment he put his hand on Angel Dust's shoulder he would spring to his feet and hug him, tighter than he had ever hugged anyone in his life.
"Thank you..." He barely managed to whimper out as he buried his face into the Slayer's chest, "Just...thank you..." He repeated before succumbing to tears of joy.