AN: I edited the previous chapters a bit so I slightly recommend for you to read those before reading this one. If you don't want to or already read them, then by all means keep reading!
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"Talking", 'Thinking', Flashback/Dream,Writing/"TV"/"Radio", "Voice change"/"Demonic talking", Titles
*SOUND EFFECT*
Chapter 2: An Angel visits a Princess
Charlie Morningstar was having a great day. For the first time in months she feels like her vision will truly be recognized. For the past two weeks all she had in the hotel was herself, her sinner girlfriend Vaggie, and the porn star spider demon Angel Dust as the first ever client. Now she has a few more employees to help run the hotel, an alcoholic winged cat demon named Husk who now runs the front desk, a short hyperactive cyclops demon named Nifty who is the cook/cleaning maid, and finally a deer overlord named Alastor who is also known as the Radio Demon is now the business partner/funder of the Princess's project albeit for his own personal amusement in watching potential clients fail which Charlie frowns at the thought.
She was currently walking through the fancy crimson halls of the hotel towards the main foyer where the welcome desk/bar which Husk is stationed at.
It was hard to get it but after many hours of debating with her father she finally got one of the old hotel buildings that belonged to her family for many years. The only condition was that she had to be the one to finance the entire operation and even refurbish the hotel from her own pocket. Now thanks to the Radio Demon she now has extra funds to refurbish the hotel in order for it to be in tiptop shape for any new guests.
Charlie reaches her destination and sees a large black and white furred cat with a red bow tie, a small black top hat, and red feathered wings with patterns from a deck of poker cards in a rather depressing state. He is leaning down against the counter top, currently nursing a bottle of Hellnieken beer while looking in a somewhat pained state.
"Hi Husk!" She calls out to him while practically skipping to the desk.
The cat demon flinches and afterwards grunts out, "Ugh, will you please be fucking quiet? I'm currently working on a hangover if you couldn't tell."
Her happiness high comes to a screeching halt and her smile falters a bit before looking at him sheepishly. "Oh, sorry Husk. I was just wondering if anybody has checked in yet."
This has been happening multiple times throughout the day. It was the next day after Alastor and co. showed up as well as the disastrous interview on 666 news. But despite that hopefully by today someone, at least one soul who saw that interview would want to come and better themselves to be worthy of going to the pearly gates.
"Listen blondie for the last five fucking times, nobody has called or checked in yet." Husk grunts out while continuing to sip on his beer.
"Do you have to keep drinking on the job, Husk?" Says an annoyed gray female sinner who came to the desk. She has long white hair covering one of her eyes which has a pink X over it, and a large pink bow in her hair. She is wearing a white dress with gray and pink stockings and black shoes.
Charlie agrees, "Vaggie is right, you need to cut off the drinking while you're working. Also why are you drinking while you are having a hangover?"
Vaggie continues, "Also why would you drink on a work night?"
Husk stops drinking to look at them. "Okay, first of all don't question my hangover methods princess, and second I'm hungover from this morning, dumbass!"
The bow on Vaggies head immediately becomes sharper resembling horns as she is about to unleash her fury on the bartender but Charlie grabs her shoulder almost immediately calming her partner down. "Husk that's not a nice thing to say, also you do need to cut the drinking down while you are working here."
"Why? I'm no patient."
Charlie is starting to feel a small tick in her head before taking a breath and continuing calmly. "Look Husk if the hotel is gonna be effective we need to make sure the staff is on their best behavior while they are working here. We all need to set an example for both current and future clients that will show up. Also until we get more clients the staff has to be involved in any rehabilitation exercises that me and Vaggie make so we can be better handled for more guests as well as help you get to Heaven. Okay?" she asks sweetly.
Husk stares at her blankly before finishing off his drink and says, "Fine, I guess." Then he slumps down to his previous position of his head in his arms trying to fall back to sleep.
Charlie and Vaggie look unimpressed before Charlie mutters to herself, "Baby steps Charlie." Her and Vaggie move away to the lounge and take a seat near a window.
Vaggie turns to her girlfriend and grabs her hand. "Hun, you know I will always support you but do you think letting the radio demon and his…" She pauses and looks across back at Husk who now slumped off the table hitting the ground with a thud. Then they turn to a little cyclops maid who is swiftly making her rounds through the room now looking at the couple with a smile and a wave while holding a dead rat by its neck.
Vaggie turns back and continues, "'Associates' stay and work here? I feel like it's just gonna make things more difficult than it already is."
Charlie looks at her with understanding and tenderness. "I know what you mean, I feel a little worried too but at this point we need as much help as we can get so we can't really turn down Alastor and his friends." Vaggie looks a little concerned now knowing that they can't exactly be too picky in employment at the moment. Charlie continues gripping on her hands. "Look no matter what happens I promise we will figure out whatever hurdle comes our way. I will always be here for you and for us." Vaggie smiles at Charlie now blissfully infected by her support and love, lets go and grabs her by her waist and brings her closer. "Okay, we'll just have to wait and see then. I love you."
Charlie smiles and replies. "I love you too."
They both share a kiss while embracing each other in a hug. Vaggie for the past few years has always wondered what the hell she did to deserve such a wonderful soul like her to be her girlfriend. She has had her fair share of lovers in the past, mainly back on earth but they mostly ended very ugly, either by cheating, arguments, or worse the other felt forced to get away or hurt due to the social climate and attitudes towards those who were attracted to anyone other than the opposite gender in El Salvador. It was all very difficult for her and the desperation for survival has been with her for almost her entire mortal life. Even after dying and landing in Hell the fear for her own being never went away. That all changed when she met the Princess of Hell. Someone who she feels safe and comfortable with no matter what, as ironic as that sounds. It took going to Hell of all places to actually find love and a close sense of happiness.
They break the kiss and now snuggle into each other on the couch basking into each other's love and comfort. But unaware to either of them someone was watching them…
Meanwhile
On top of a roof overlooking the irregular architecture of the hotel was the winged black cloaked priest watching Princess Charlotte and her lover very closely. One of the abilities that he was gifted with was enhanced eyesight. He can see farther distances than an average sinner similar to that of an eagle or a hawk. He doesn't know why he has it, but like his wings he still feels blessed to have another vital tool at his disposal for the Holy War he's in.
His red pupils go from very large and glowing back to their regular state. He then puts his mask on and moves behind the brick wall to make sure he's not seen.
He thinks to himself, 'Alright this is good. I can easily fly from here and stab her with my holy spear when I crash through the window and I can fight the rest of the sinners the regular way.'
Father Mark knows that just walking up to the front door and fighting from the get-go will be a beyond stupid idea because he knows full well that the devil and his family have abilities far more powerful than even the strongest of overlords. Also the only piece of holy metal he has is his spear since any holy bullets he did have are out, and are really hard to find as well as hard to craft so he doesn't have that at the moment or even an angel crafted Carmine Blessing-Tipped rifle which are primed weapons for killing royalty and explicitly owned/used BY royalty. Or an assassin hired by royalty to kill other similarly leveled demons.
The only way to take her out efficiently was by surprise.
For the last hour he has been up here watching the building and the windows trying to know who's in there and any exits/entrances he can use. All he has seen through one of the big windows on the ground floor was a small demon in a dress, a cat looking demon with wings, Charlotte, and this 'Vaggie' he has seen on Voxtagram.
While he's taking out his spear from his back and getting into position he can't help but wonder why a sinner and the daughter of Lucifer are acting very physical and affectionate with each other. 'Isn't the sinner her mistress or prostitute? C'mon there is no way that a hellborn demon from that kind of family can possibly show love to another being but themselves, it's impossible. She's just seducing and using that poor sinner.'
Even back in the interview that he saw multiple times, it's a little hard to believe that a hellborn demon is acting all nice to everyone. Down here there is no such thing as kindness. It's all an act, a lie used to trick desperate sinners to join her boarding house and be used for something sinister. There is a saying that was said by Christ on the mount to his followers. Beware of false prophets, who come to you in sheep's clothing but inwardly are ravenous wolves.
There is so much truth to this. Prophets or no prophets back on Earth and even in Hell he has seen so many times of people and even himself being tricked by others for their 'kindness' and being repaid in suffering and pain.
He shakes himself out of his thoughts and gets ready to leap over the wall and fly into the window. He makes the sign of the cross and gets in position.
"Alright Lord pump me up with your essence and I'll deliver your…"
"Wait, that came out wrong."
*VROOM*
*SCREECH*
The loud sound of a car pulling into the hotel driveway and stopping startled the priest. Mark sees that his target is moving away from the window someplace else, probably towards the front door to greet the visitor.
"Oh you have gotta be kidding me!" Mark whispers/yells at himself now going back behind the wall knowing his opportunity has been squandered by this vehicle.
Anger is bubbling in Mark's chest ready to see and add the son of a bitch who interrupted him to his target list.
The car is a long maroon 1930s Cadillac with a black roof and complete with whitewall tires. The passenger door opens and outsteps a demon.
Mark pales in the face of now knowing who he personally swore death to.
Alastor.
Also known around Hell as the Radio Demon. Red pinstripe suit, complete with a bow tie and microphone cane, brown pointed shoes with deer hooves on the bottom, multi shaded red hair/ears, a monocle, and small horns. Plus a wide, sharp, disturbing yellow smile? Yep, that is definitely the Overlord that he has been told, and promised to himself to never openly engage.
The armed priest has both seen the aftermath and heard of his absolute brutality to anyone who would dare oppose him. And the fact that he broadcasts his killings and the screams of his victims to EVERYONE is chilling, showing his authority and dominance to anyone who has ears and a brain.
Mark's brain meanwhile is going into overdrive while watching him walk to the front door which Charlie opened for him. 'Why the hell would the radio demon be HERE of all places? Is he working with or for the royal family? I-'
His thoughts end when he sees Alastor stop abruptly and starts to turn in his direction with his wide smile.
"Crap!" He immediately goes down behind the wall. "Don't let him see me Lord!" He whispers loudly while praying and doing the sign of the cross.
…
"Al?" Charlie says to the deer demon who is looking behind and above them at a building from across the street.
"Hm?" Alastor looks back at his business partner with interest.
"What're you looking at?" Charlie asks curiously.
"Ohh, just looking to see where the sun would be at this time of day! After many years of being down in this eternal pit, I still miss the simple pleasures of the living world!" His radio voice to her was still one of the most unique things she has ever heard.
"Oh okay! You know Al, I asked Vaggie this before but I'd like to hear this from you too. What's the sun like?" She asks excitedly as they walk into the hotel together.
"My darling let me tell you, the sun was and most definitely still is a rather deLIGHTful sight! Ha Ha Haa!"
"Heh heh..." Charlie laughs awkwardly as she shuts the door.
Mark seeing them going in made him get up and start pacing around the roof and feeling the intense burning desire to either run in fright or punch and or kick the brick wall.
"OH, YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING ME!" He took off his mask so he can get some more breathing in as he's pacing around and fuming. "Why the hell does the fucking radio demon of all souls have to be here?! I could have flown in, killed her, fought the rest, and got out no problem! But nooo!." He continues, "Why did he have to be here?!" He yells and points at the sky in anger. "You know full well how fucking terrifying and powerful he is!"
"Vous putain de-!" He stops himself, takes a breath and looks back up with a sigh. "Sorry God, didn't mean to take all that out on you."
He puts his hands behind his head and now is slowly pacing to recover his breathing and mind. "Okay Mark, you need to think."
He then puts his mask on and starts thinking of multiple tactics he can use. 'Fly around to find a better angle and use a sniper rifle? No. Any rifles I do have are back at the church, and I don't have any blessed tipped rifles. Plus I have to use my spear cause I don't have any holy bullets at the moment.' Thankfully he ordered more when he ran out a few days ago so he'll get them in a day or two, but that kind of time he doesn't have. Overlords like the three Vs or Pentious may seem like prime targets to the ordinary eye but this is an opportunity the priest can't let slip through his fingers. Doing this can seriously loosen Lucifer's control of the realm and taking him out as well can be easier if done swiftly. Then God's biggest adversary is gone and he and the others who are righteous like him can finally be rewarded after all the suffering they endured.
He thinks some more and realizes one tactic he can use. 'Okay I'll just wait until night then stab her in her sleep.'
Then he stops while realizing there's a little hiccup in his plan.
"Wait a minute, where's her room?" His wings fall at his side looking at the massive building he is now gonna have to comb through.
"Uuuuggghhh-"
A while later
*Sigh*
A white spider demon in a white skimpy top and black bottoms was looking at his bruised face in one of the mirrors in his room while trying to assess the damage. Now remembering what his pimp told him earlier that day when he got his new bruises while going to the studio. "I hope that you know Angel Cakes, that no matter what the princess will say to you or anybody else, you belong to me and me alone. By all means if you want to stay at that shit hotel fine, but know that if you ever try to leave me and break our deal I will- wait you know what? Maybe I'll perhaps give you a small tasting of what'll happen to you. Wouldn't you like that baby?"
Pain flares snapping him out of his memory while pressing down on the bruise. "Fucking Val."
Ever since the news interview, Valentino has been gripping into Angel more than ever. After now seeing that his prize adult entertainer/actor is now at risk from getting away from him and potential profits going down the shitter, Angel is now seeing a more ruthless side of Val that he never thought possible. Beforehand bruises he got from Valentino were on places that he can easily hide like his arm, and shoulder for the purpose of and by quote, 'Keeping your face pretty for the cameras.' but that morning Val lost all forms of professional composure and restraint showing a true piece of himself to Angel.
An actual demon.
He gets done with his assessment knowing that first thing tomorrow he needs to put on concealer to hide the bruises. He purposely got back late so he wouldn't have to have any conversations with anyone about his face. Especially Charlie. That demon has quite the knack for getting into others businesses as well meaning as that is. Speaking of which he needs to come up with an alibi if anyone does notice.
He thinks of ideas in case that happens. "Okay, how bout a muggin? Yeah that can work, they'll definitely buy that!" Even though he has a story set for his injuries it still doesn't erase the nagging feeling in his chest of lying to the ones who selected him for their experiment of redemption and salvation. As pushy as they are to make sure he is on his best behavior and clean from all the booze and drugs he can tell that they do care for him somewhat and that makes the guilt somehow worse.
'No, they just won't understand.'
He walks out of his bathroom and walks through his rather disorganized room. Littered with clothes, belts, beauty products, opened crumpled up snack bags, and some sex toys littered on a desk. Finally he reaches to his unmade queen size bed and a small pig laying near his pillow. This pig is a little bit different from what someone can typically find on earth, for this one has small devil horns on its head and a small pointed demon's tail.
"Hey Nuggs." Angel says with tired joy while laying down and stretching out on his bed and hugs his pet closer to his body. Fat Nuggets makes some soft oinks and buries his head into Angel's side making him giggle and sigh with comfort. No matter how bad his day was, coming back to the loving comfort of a pet (or in this case, pig) always makes that day a little more bearable.
Who knows, maybe tomorrow will be a little bit better.
Half an hour Later
*Crash!*
Jolting awake, Angel looks around in his dark room to see what fell and then he hears some grunting and thudding. Not in his room though as he now knows that it is elsewhere in the building. As big as it is the building is very quiet allowing sound to echo throughout the premises.
Angel smiles and laughs. "Ha, seems like the princess and miss pole-up-her-ass are havin' a good ol time up there." As he lays his head back on the pillow he then hears a new noise that doesn't belong in a bedroom setting.
*BANG!*
The gunshot gets him back up and on his feet in terror and conusion. "What the fuck?!" He then opens up his nightstand and pulls out a silver Colt 1911 pistol. The spider demon turns to his pet pig who is trembling under the desk and starts petting to calm him.
"It's okay Nuggsy, Daddy'll keep you safe. Just don't go anywhere, kay?" Angel Dust then starts making his way in the hallway and begins running towards the noise. Crashes and more gunshots are going off making him run quicker.
On the way to the stairwell he is thinking fervently to himself. 'Who the hell is shooting here?' His thoughts got to all sorts of reasons for why that is to somebody breaking in and robbing the hotel and was caught, Al killing somebody, to an assassin, and to even a disagreement between Charlie and Vaggie that just got way too out of hand. Doesn't matter cause he's gonna find out either way and soon.
While moving up the stairwell to the floor where the fighting is getting louder he sees Husk standing by one of the doors loading a Remington 870 shotgun. While slipping in the last shell the bartender looks at the stripper who met up with him by the door.
"Husky! The fuck is happenin?! Also where did ya get a shotgun?" Husk grunts in frustration with being called that before responding. "I always keep one of these in my bar. Look kid if you see what I've seen in my line of work you can never be too prepared. And no I don't know what the fucks going on but we are about to find out."
*Click Crack!*
He loads a shell into the chamber and opens the door scanning the hallway with Angel in tow and quickly moves towards the room where the noises are coming from. These noises include thuds, grunts, yells, clashes of metal, and gunshots. They get nearer to the suite and before they can break down the door, something breaks out of it.
10 minutes earlier
The hotel's last light in the building goes out and Father Mark gets up from his spot on the roof. He crumbles up his fast food meal he got earlier for dinner and drops it off the roof in a dumpster at the bottom. "Alright then." He puts on his exterminator mask and flicks up his hood.
"Show time."
He makes a quick mental inventory check. His spear, his short sword, his pistol an HK P30L with a compensator, a few spare mags, lockpicks, 10 throwing knives, 2 smoke grenades, a flash bang grenade, his rosary, a few prayer cards, and a flask of holy water. "Alright, got all of it." The demon priest unfurls his wings, makes a small prayer with the sign of the cross. "Lord, watch over me and give me the strength for the task I will do in your name. Amen."
He glides off the building and makes his way to the hotel to one of the fancier looking balconies on one of the upper floors. During his time scouting around the hotel he finally found Charlotte's room. He grips on to the edge of the balcony and pulls himself up to peer at the window. Dark and no movement inside, he climbs up and into the balcony. He folds his wings into his back and kneels near the lock on the window door.
The armed priest reaches into one of his pockets in his vest and pulls out a small lockpick and starts picking the lock.
'Cmon, Cmon.'
A small click is heard and he slowly pushes the window open and slips inside and slowly closes the window to prevent any winds or any loud city noises from the outside. He takes a look around the room.
It is definitely a suite taking account of the size. Wooden floors, red wallpaper with black patterns, a fancy wooden dresser on the other side, and a dressing table with a large mirror facing the end of a king sized bed with a detailed white carpet underneath. He looks up the bed and finally sees in person the princess of Hell Charlotte Morningstar asleep. Golden hair splayed out across the pillows like a halo wearing a white nightshirt next to her partner who is sleeping beside her wearing what he sees as a black tube top. White eyes glowing in the darkness glaring at the youngest member of the royal family as he walks past pictures both on the wall and on the table of Charlotte, her lover, and her family to the foot of the bed. He stays there for a moment watching them in peaceful slumber.
He reaches up and unsheathes his spear and moves around and up along the bed to Charlie's side and stops to lift the spear to prepare to plunge it into Hell's heir. 'Prepare to meet your end, your 'highness' for the Lord wishes for you and your fathers end for it is written in the scriptures.'
Then something stops him.
Charlie in her sleep, wraps her arms around her lover and brings her closer, smiling in comfort and content. Vaggie, in her unconscious state grips into her arms and snuggles into her smiling as well. From this, Father Mark sees something that he truly hasn't seen in a long time both in life and in death.
Love.
Unconditional love is something that is almost nonexistent down here, a feeling that should bring joy, acceptance, and pure affection is all but scarce down in Hell. The environment that the priest has been in for the past 8 years has given him nothing but the seven cardinal sins. Even in life he has never seen love like this. Being in a strict church environment such as his for so long has almost robbed him of experiencing and even feeling those types of emotions from another person, besides God of course.
And for a while before the church, those emotions were never felt or seen.
Seeing this now close up and in person (not like watching from across the building far away) makes Mark feel multiple things bubbling around in his chest.
Confusion. Awe. Amusement. Happiness. Envy. Sorrow. Guilt.
He looks and sees his hands lowering the spear and his breathing starts getting heavier and heavier. 'No. No, No! NO! NO!' He's thinking in panic and frustration. 'You never freeze. Not once, not ever!'
A small meek voice in his head speaks. 'But why do I feel so ashamed?'
'There's nothing to be ashamed of. You're a soldier. A warrior. God's soldier. You are expected to finish the mission.'
'But why does the daughter of Lucifer love?'
'You know that's not true. Anything that comes from the devil is pure evil. You have been told this, hell you have seen this in the realm that he rules in, every single day.'
'What about scripture? It says to not put the sins and crimes of the father onto the son.'
'That was for humans on earth. This is Lucifer we are talking about. Pure evil. Besides, you want to destroy evil, right? To win and be rewarded to where you truly belong.'
'I do. I want that so badly. I am so tired. We have suffered and lost so many. The war needs to end.'
'Good, just do it. Quick and painless, and then with this Lucifer will be drawn out and we will end it.'
…
'Okay.' He steadies himself after almost a minute and raises his blade.
Red eyes flutter awake and look to their right. Charlie looks up and sees a black figure towering above her. Feathery wings unfurled out and luminescent white eyes filled with contempt and a hint of sorrow looking down on her with a spear raised above about to plunge downwards.
Eyes begin to widen in fear and before she can get up and say anything…
*CRASH!*
Part of the window and a decorative vase sitting by the wardrobe shatters into pieces instantly making everyone but the armored angel awake and alert. " What the fuck was tha-" Vagatha sees the cloaked angel with the spear pointed near her amore. They make eye contact. Everybody is frozen.
"Shit!" The angel exclaims, then winds up and thrusts downwards but is stopped by the moth sinner who sprung into action quickly grabbing the spear and misdirects it until it passes Charlie embedding itself into the mattress. Charlie springs up and dives forward and off the bed landing on the ground looking back at the ensuing confrontation. Mark looks back at her until he feels the force of Vaggie kicking into his chest making him crash into the nearby wall.
"Who the fuck are you?!" Vaggie yells angrily. The intruder then takes a deep breath and says, "To fulfill the scriptures." and he reaches to the side and pulls out his pistol and prepares to take a shot at the sinner. Arms then grab him and he misses his shot, hitting the wall.
*BANG!*
He looks and sees the princess trying desperately to get the gun out of his hands but is then backhanded aside by his superior strength. "RAAH!" Vaggie leaps onto him with his spear in hand and tries to stab him but with fast reflexes he drops the gun to grab the spear, and falls to the ground on his back to use some momentum and throws her off of him. He sees them getting up and spins around using his wings to knock them back as he gets on his feet. He picks up the gun he dropped and begins to move towards them. Suddenly, a wall of fire forms around the princess and her partner before he can shoot. He stops feeling the intense heat off of it and when it dissipates two more figures appear. Large in muscle, wearing tuxedos, black ram like horns, black leathery wings, fangs comparable to a lion, black tails, large claws, and red fur. Unknown to the priest he just pissed off the wrong demons.
Razzle and Dazzle. In their full forms.
Gifts from her father when Charlie was a child are her personal musicians, babysitters, and bodyguards. Willing to do whatever it takes to protect their owner and friend.
"Razzle. Dazzle."
They look at their owner.
Charlie while fearful replies in determination remembering what her father always told her. "You don't take shit from other demons."
"Take him out."
They roar in reply and move towards him. Now getting closer he flies himself across the room to get more space while shooting at them. Razzle taking some shots starts charging at him but Mark flips over his head and tries to stab him with his spear but is hit in the back by Dazzle midair with his claws and he flies forward into the dresser destroying it. While flying into the furniture his spear fell out of his grasp.
"Ow." The armed angel gets back up feeling woozy but still feels the strength to fight. He puts his pistol back in his holster and quickly pulls out a knife and his short sword and moves towards them. Claws and metal clash together while using his wings to stun and distract while giving slashes and cuts to the hulking demon behemoths. As big as they are they are surprisingly quick which is making this difficult for the priest. Parrys are hard with an opponent that size to perform efficiently so he needs to be on the move and counterattack when appropriate. After 5 seconds of fast attacks and movements he gets a good stab in. With a strong counterattack he stabs Dazzle through his hand with his short sword making him roar in pain. Charlie gasps in fear and in shock at seeing one of her caretakers get hurt. Dazzle grips on the shortswords handle and hand to prevent him from pulling away and grabs the angel's other arm and with his strength puts pressure on his right wrist and left arm.
*SNAP*
"AHH!"
Fiery pain courses through his wrist and arm, and tears start forming in his eyes. Fear starts coursing through Marks veins now knowing that he is losing this fight and mission and he needs to get out of here in case of being killed. Or worse, captured and tortured.
With his strength now running on fumes he flips up kicking the goat demon in the jaw as hard as he can making him loosen his grip on the warrior allowing him to backflip to his feet now grabbing his spear near the bed with pain flaring in his hand and stumbling trying to get to the door to the hallway. He can't go where he came through due to his path being blocked. He barely puts his hand on the door before being hit in the back by a large fist making him crash through the door and into the hall.
Now
Angel and Husk fling themselves away from the figure flying out of the door and into the far wall. When the dust settles they see a black cloaked person stirring and struggling to get up. They point their guns at him as he slowly gets up. And when he turns around towards them they aim at him on the spot. His mask has been damaged, the LED eyes are now glitching from a massive crack in the glass. Fear courses through them of seeing an exorcist holding a spear in one hand and a rounded object in the other.
"The fucks an exorcist doing here, I thought the cleanse ended?!" Husk yells in confusion and fear while Angel is slightly shaking at the figure. "I don't know, maybe it got separated or somethin?" While they are discussing this they turn and see a massive goat demon trying to fit through the door and finish the job. Eyes widen in fear the costumed exorcist drops the canister he had in his hand at their feet near the door. The priest turns and starts running as the canister rolls between Husk, Angel, and Dazzle and goes off blinding and deafening everyone but the running exorcist in the hallway.
Husk was yelling in pain blind, while covering his ears. "OW, WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT BULLSHIT!"
Vaggie, who wasn't affected by the blast, grabbed her spear which she hid under the bed, started running out the door and saw a boot disappearing behind the corner and she took off in pursuit. "Get back here!"
'Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.' Mark is thinking this to himself as he is maneuvering his way through the red hallways. He sheathed his spear despite how much it hurt so he can move quicker without having to hold on to something. He sees a window at the end of the hallway he turned to and started sprinting in preparation to jump and fly out of here. He hears someone behind him.
"Get back here!"
He glanced back and saw the one eyed sinner sprinting towards him. He pulls out his HK and makes a few blind shots behind his back. Vaggie dives to the side to prevent getting shot but sacrifices her pursuit and sees him flap his wings and propels himself out the window with a loud smash. She gets up and makes her way to the window and sees him flying away into the city.
She prepares to make a javelin throw but sees that he is too far away to make that shot. "Dammit!" She curses in frustration. She then makes her way back to the room to make sure everyone is okay. She makes it to the room and sees that Angel and Husk are still dazed. "Hey, you guys alright?"
"I'm good toots, it's a little hard to hear but I'm alright." Angel gives a thumbs up. Husk gives his two cents. "I'm fine. What the hell was all that anyway?"
Veggie explains. "Some guy broke in and tried to kill…" She stops and immediately goes into the room to check on her love. Charlie is sitting at the end of the bed breathing heavily while her bodyguards now back to their regular forms are trying to comfort her. She is currently trying to stop Dazzles bleeding in his hand from the sword that is now to the side as well as the knife. Vaggie kneels down next to Charlie and takes her hand. "Hon?"
Charlie gets out of her thoughts and looks at her with wide eyes in fear and Vaggie sees tears starting to form.
"Oh Vaggie!" She clings to her girlfriend in fright and starts unloading all the fear she has felt up to this point.
Vaggatha holds on to her as the princess weeps into her shoulder as everyone watches, unsure of what to do now.
With Mark
"Ugghhh…" After flying crookedly for a solid minute and a half he landed on the roof of some random drug shop. His strength finally left as he rolled across the roof and is now flat on his back in pain. He reaches up with his left hand in pain and grabs his mask to pull it off. He looks at it, seeing the cracks and dents, and hears what the voice changer sounds like which is also busted.. 'Crap, I need to get this fixed.' He puts it back on and tries to get up. And fails.
*Sigh*
He thinks he feels blood flowing from the side of his face and his back and left arm feels a little damp. Was that sweat or blood?
'Cmon, you gotta get up and get back home.' Before he could try again he hears footsteps coming near. He tries to grab his pistol but his wrist is protesting greatly so he barely pulls it out until the footsteps stop and he hears a voice. "Damn, Father. You look like shit." Mark moves his head and he sees him. Black boots, Black combat pants, and a gray long shirt underneath a black military vest and gauntlets. He has a pistol holstered, with a small sword on his side and a spear of his own on his back. And wrapped around his shoulder is a compact bolt action sniper rifle. He brings his head up more and he sees his face under his black hood. An exorcist mask of his own with a white LED grin, a mustache, and two eyes in clear amusement.
The priest holsters his gun."Hey Silas."
"Hello yourself. The Grandmaster wants to see you. Immediately." Mark lets his head back and sighs now knowing the trouble he is now going to get by the head of his order.
Translation: "You fucking-"
AN: Wow this one took a lot longer to write. School has been killing me as well as I had a huge writer's block for this. I had a lot of trouble thinking of how Mark, a priest, learned how to fight. It took a while but I finally figured it out. I saw the redesign for Charlie as well as the last name change so I went back and edited that in the previous chapters. It also pained me a bit to write Charlie, one of the sweetest characters in hell to be put through that kind of ordeal. Mark has been put in such a horrific environment for so long as well as been taught that the spawn of Lucifer is a purely evil being and yes to answer to one of the reviews, what he is doing is very judgemental and wrong. But hey, this is Hell of all places so of course he's gonna have issues like every other sinner down there. Also that was my first true fight scene so I would love to hear some feedback on that.
See you next time,
Azrael-50
