AN: Hey everyone. We've made it to part 3. Both me and CrackedInkWell were excited about this one as we want to see people's reactions to Blitz's past which is going to be revealed here. It's probably the most changed thing about Blitzo and explains more about him. You'll see more of it in the final chapter next week, but for now enjoy.

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Millie despised every moment of this. Unbeknownst to the gang, the two Angels followed them just overhead. As to Blitzo's orders, they were simply watching them without being seen. That was it - just observing where they went. This alone was beyond frustrating. The mission had already blown up in their faces - plus, they had threatened not just Zac, but them as well. That alone must have been strike two, but for every minute that these little psychos were free, Millie was getting closer to snapping each of their little heads o-

She felt her husband's hand on her back. "It will be okay, Millie."

She shrugged it off. Yes, it was evident that she was mad, but not at… looking over her shoulder, she saw a hurt expression on Moxxie's face. "I'm not mad at you," she told him. "Just… I can't believe that Zac just suddenly gave in to these vicious, manipulating-"

"I know, I know." Moxxie nodded.

"They can't just expect to get away with something like that." Millie clenched her fists. "I want Blitz to give the order to really rip these little jackasses a new one!"

"Millie!"

"What? You're thinking of it too!"

Taking in a deep breath, Moxxie flew around to face his wife. "Yes, but you know that we can't solve absolutely everything by punching… or kicking… or stabbing them thirty-seven times… or putting a bullet into their heads."

"What about-"

"Especially not by chopping their limbs off one by one while they're fully aware. Sweetie, you know we only use violence as a last resort. Only when we've exhausted every other tactic, every other negotiable way, every opportunity to show mercy do we ever use our weapons. Non-lethal or otherwise."

"Even when they clearly deserve it?"

"I didn't say they don't. And knowing Blitz, I can't imagine that he wouldn't have us call this mission accomplished unless we did something with them, regardless of how this turns out. We'll do it if we have to fight because it's necessary. In the meantime, you shouldn't let them get under your skin."

Millie didn't say anything because not only was it true - but it was her weak spot. Her husband knew that it didn't take much for her to become wrathful enough to want to hurt whoever had injured her pride and self-worth. In truth, she wasn't good at being patient with others when they acted with such disrespect. When Moxxie said about having those get under her skin, she remembered a time not too long ago when that happened.


***Nine Months Ago***

In hindsight, Millie should have let it go.

It started after the company had succeeded in a major mission that Blitz wanted to celebrate. And for a good reason - they'd prevented a small war in South East Asia by the request of a peace activist who formerly did some shady things with the Mayamer government. Having prevented so many potential deaths, much to their relief, the three of them went off to celebrate.

And they already had a place in mind.

Aleph's Bar and Grill.

The Angels often went there because they made pretty good mixtures that were more than decent, at least, as far as Purgatory was concerned. It wasn't flawless, but whenever they wanted something to wash down their throats, it was the place to go.

At the same time, however, the bar was noticeable for one other feature: it was one of the few places on this side of the afterlife willing to cater to both Angels and Demons. Despite Purgatory being a place where Demons and Angels could co-exist side by side, many refused to serve both. Ideally, the bar was meant to be neutral ground where the two polarizing sides could have a drink or twelve and not be at each other's throats. Of course, there was the occasional brawl, but otherwise, it was one of the few places where both sides could be civil to one another.

At first, everything was going great. The imp behind the counter fixed up their drinks with a flare that Millie could have sworn meant he was hitting on them. Blitz got his neon-bright Blue Hawaiian. Moxxie gingerly sipped a cocktail that the Demon called the Scottish Outlaw. And she was handed a Flamed Orange Twist with the orange slice still ablaze. For a while, things were going pretty well. The drinks were terrific, there was laughter with enjoyment, and getting complimented by their boss for their quick thinking over their previous mission.

That was, until somebody sat down next to them at the bar. A heavyset leviathan demon with scales as dark and green as a polluted sea, and a smell to match. At first, the creature paid no mind to the Angels next to him after the first several shots of Bielsa Juice, hiccuping between drinks. But eventually, the bored glassy, amber eyes trailed off and finally spotted Millie.

"H-Hey! I know you!" The voice he spoke was near sickening to hear, like someone choking on seawater. "You… you used to be a cop, didn't ya?"

This got the attention of Biltz and Moxxie. Millie, however, tried her best to not look at him - only at her drink.

"Yeah, I have seen you before." The Demon downed another shot. "I remember the hair."

"Can we help you, sir?" Moxxie asked while he leaned over to the side of his seat.

"Oh nah, nah - I wasn't talking to you. Just the ex-cop over here that had quite the temper. Hey," The Demon pressed on her arm, "hey sweetheart, I'm talking to ya."

"And I'm not listening." Millie sipped on her cocktail.

"Aw, what's wrong? Don't you recognize me?"

"I do. Now go hug a landmine."

"Mille?" Blitz half stood up. "Is he bothering you?"

"Me! Bothering her?!" The Demon laughed heartily. "Don't you… Don't you know who she is? This was Officer Mille - the Angel with a temper that could rival Lucy."

"We know." Moxxie stood up. "If you're not going to leave us alone, then we'll have to call security."

"Boy, you have no idea, do you?" He laughed even harder with a cough in the middle. It was clear from the blush in his cheeks he was getting drunk from his drinking. "Like, this one time, she had me put in the hospital because I jaywalked. Can you imagine!? The boys have a nickname for her. You know what it is? Officer Trigger Happy."

Millie banged her hands on the bar and growled at the grinning Demon. "Are you about done?!"

"Oooh! There's the short-fused farmer's daughter I know! Why yes, sweetheart. I know." He drunkenly smiled as one of his slithering limbs poked her nose, but this only made her face turn red with anger. "I know what you really are - a hick from Bountiful Valley - home to Haven's blue neck, inbred, stupidly simple, and simply stupid Angels that even God is ashamed of."

"Mille, let's go." Moxxie said as he tried to get his wife away and hopefully resolve this peacefully. Instead, that was when Mille picked up a napkin and stretched her neck a bit.

The Demon laughed. "Aw, did I upset the ex-cop?"

Suddenly, Millie jumped at him, knocking him to the ground.

"Ow! Hey! Get off me, you little shi- Wait, what are you doing with that napkin!? Hey, waitwaitwaitWAITWAIT, NO! STOP! AHHH! GET OFF! HELP! PUT THAT BACK! I NEED THAT! NO! HELP! HELP!"

Three things happened after the ensuing incident:

First, the fishy Demon was sent to the hospital in a speedy ambulance; alive, but severely wounded, and very, very traumatized.

Second, H.O.P.E. was banned from Aleph's for the next century.

And third… Moxxie would never look at a paper napkin the same way again.


***Present Day***

Moxxie put a hand on her shoulder, getting her attention. Pointing down at the gang that was on the move. "C'mon, we still need to keep an eye on them."

Millie followed suit, gliding over the streets with a sneering eye at the gang that was heading towards a familiar area. "Mox? Is it just me, or is something not right about this?"

"What do you mean?"

"You know how Daniel has told us that the gang usually goes around in back alleys and such? Well, look where they're walking. In the street where everyone can see. Don't you think that's odd?" Millie pointed out as a few civilians quickly fled or ducked under the nearest store upon seeing them. Yet the gangsters didn't even look worried. They were even showing some of their weapons out in public.

"Huh… that is strange. Where are they going?" Moxxie questioned.

"Well, it's not where Zac headed off." She thumbed behind her. "I don't know anything over there except…"

It suddenly dawned on both Angels. They looked at each other with the same realization.

"The Center?" Moxxie asked aloud. "But they said they wanted to initiate Zac tonight. Why go over there?"

"Do you think they might do something to it?" Millie asked with worry.

"I'm not sure, but we better be ready to move if they do." Moxxie looked over his shoulder. "I wonder what's taking Blitz so long?"


Blitzo gilded overhead, shadowing Zac's movements until he stopped in a place that the founder of H.O.P.E. should have expected - St. Maria Goretti Cemetery. Near the corner of it by a palm tree, Zac sat next to one of the headstones and started to cry.

Gently, Blitzo touched the ground as though he walked on eggshells while doing the sign of the cross to pay his respects to the deceased around him. He silently approached Zac and saw the stone that he was next to. It wasn't a big stone like most of the cemetery's - just a small piece of granite, a single name carved into it: Daniel Crayton.

"I-I'm sorry…" he heard Zac whisper above his hiccuping sobs. "I'm st-tupid, I k-know! I'm s-such a g-g-god-damned retard! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Tears were clouding his vision as he tried to wipe them away but it was useless. He just couldn't stop. "Why c-can't we trade p-places and h-h-have me dead? I should have b-been shot… not you…"

"Call me crazy, but I think you're being way too hard on yourself," Blitzo said as he got closer.

Zac didn't bother to look up.

"You know, I could lecture you to death, but I don't think that's not gonna do anything. So… let me switch this up." Blitzo sat down on the other side of the gravestone. "I suppose what you need now isn't to be scolded but to be listened to."

Zac sniffed before grumbling, "You won't listen… nobody is going to."

"Oh yeah? Try me. You have my ears and my full attention. Just… answer me this one question before you write me off as completely useless." Blitzo took a deep breath before looking sympathetically at the young boy. "Why do you hate yourself?"

For a long, long time that might have been days, Zac didn't say anything. Blitzo waited for a reply among the sobbing and sniffing. He wasn't sure if Zac was trying to ignore him in hopes that he might go away, but he stayed. Waiting patiently for him to start and finally open up to the very beating heart of the problem, Blitzo just sat there in silence. He waited for Zac to have calmed down enough so he could finally talk without bursting into tears.

"You…" Zac muttered at last before rubbing his eyes. He turned to Blitzo with hesitation. "You said you met my big bro? Up there?" Blitzo nodded. "Does he hate me?"

Blitzo was taken aback by this question. "What makes you say that?"

"It's…" Zac winced before taking a deep breath. "It's my fault he's dead. His gang cornered me one day. They beat me up and said that if I didn't tell them where Daniel was, they'd kill my parents and me. I mean… What the Hell was I supposed to do? They were gonna throw a molotov cocktail to burn the center and our home down if I didn't say anything. But since he died, I wonder if… I should have kept my mouth shut. If I just let them kill me, maybe Daniel would still be alive right now…."

Blitzo didn't say anything for a long time as he laid back against the gravestone, thinking about what to say.

"So…" Zac turned to Blitzo and asked, "Does he hate me? If you're really from Heaven and all, I… almost hoped you'd be one of those avenging Angels. To do to me what I did to him."

"Trust me, if that were remotely the case, this would be a completely different conversation," Blitzo said, shaking his head. "You can't blame yourself for what happened, Zac. You're just a kid. If you were killed instead of Daniel, I'd probably be here talking to him at your gravestone. What happened wasn't your fault."

"You say that, but it doesn't feel that way," Zac replied. "It's not that I know everyone is trying to move on, but… I don't think I can. I may not have pulled the trigger, but I might as well have. I've made a stupid mistake and there's no way I can take it back."

After a pause, Blitzo got back on his feet and walked forward a few steps. Zac was about to ask what he was doing when he saw the Angel wave his arm, and suddenly, a staff popped out from his fist. It looked like a solid piece of silver, but the human noticed a jagged edge at the top, like a piece of metal that was broken off. Whatever it was didn't serve much purpose except for a blunt weapon by the look of it. Still, as shattered as it looked, the way it almost looked organic and wave-like in the light of the setting sun was beautiful.

"Do you know what this was?" Blitzo asked, looking over his shoulder. Zac shook his head. "This used to be a scythe that had a blade so sharp, it could kill Demonic Royalty with one fell swoop. I literally could take Lucifer's head with this if I was even close to his power. Now, every time I pull it out and see that jagged blade… it stands as a reminder of something I can't take back."

"What do you mean?"

After a long pause, Blitzo turned around. "Zac?"

"Yeah?"

"What I'm about to say stays between us." he said quietly and seriously to the point that the glare he gave Zac made the human shiver. "The thing about Heaven that no one will tell you is that everyone - and I do mean: everyone, including God - has at least one regret." Looking at the broken end of his scythe, he said, "Now that I think of it… I have few things in common with your brother."

"How?" Zac asked, head tilting.

"Well," Blitzo took a moment to take a deep breath before looking up into the sky, "a long time ago, I was part of The Lord's army. One of the Special Forces Divisions. I was a fully-fledged warrior of God who did what I thought was right by mostly focusing on slaying Demons. I was told they were all evil, heartless, and soulless abominations. The superiors I answered to back then pretty much drilled it into my head since day one of my training. Although Angels preached about giving Demons second chances, I thought they were fools. It went against common sense in my mind. Good was good. Evil was evil. There was no gray side..."

"Did… did you kill Demons?" Zac asked, leaning forward.

"Kill them? No… I slaughtered them," Blitzo whispered as he gripped his former scythe. "The body count I had back then is enough to cover this entire graveyard and have more leftover for at least a hundred more. But back then, I saw it merely as a badge of honor to kill Demons..."

Blitzo then closed his eyes and began to tremble. "But then… one day…."

There was a pause as Blitzo covered his eyes, hiding that tears were forming in his eyes.

Zac broke the silence. "Then… what?"

"I was… abandoned. I… I don't want to detail how it happened, but I was betrayed on a mission in Hell. I was left behind with a few others, including my best friends at the time. Wounded, weak, and at the mercy of everyone there. I should have died right there, but something… unexpected happened. Something that started to turn my worldview completely upside-down while giving it a good shake. What was supposed to be impossible…" Blitzo took a moment to close his eyes and sigh. "A Demon… took mercy on me."

"So… a Demon helped you out?" Zac asked in disbelief. "The ones you guys are archenemies with?"

Blitzo laughed and nodded. "It sounds crazy, I know, but… it really did happen. He bound up my wounds and took the time to heal me. At first, I thought it was a trick, but no. He showed me genuine kindness. Genuine compassion. Something I thought was beyond the understanding of any demon. Then when I was well enough, he showed me what kind of damage we Angels have done… the families that were shattered… the loved ones we took away… the children we…." Blitzo couldn't prevent the tear in his eye from falling as the sounds of screaming echoed in his mind before he shut them off with all his willpower. "Before I returned to Heaven, I came to realize that what we were doing was… wrong. We were supposed to be killing Demons, but only the worst of the worst. The ones beyond salvation. Not the average Demon who just wants to live. It wasn't just wrong, but evil…." Blitzo clenched his fists. "I was so heartbroken, so guilt-ridden, that I did something that no one had done before. In front of the Demon that helped me, I used my hands and personally snapped the blade off. Swearing to him that I would never kill again without questioning why."

Zac blinked and leaned back from hearing all this. "It sounds something like-"

"Out of a comic book? Yeah, I know, but… that's what happened. Yet, spending a year in Hell has opened my eyes to something few Angels realize. That Demons can be Angels, and Angels… can be Demons. While the whole experience would've been enough to fall into an abyss of despair, the Demon that helped me see that I still had the potential to do something positive. That I could pick up the pieces and do better. To have faith in myself that change, while painful, is still possible."

Going up to Zac, Blitzo knelt before him and put a hand on his shoulder. "I often find that in the darkest of times, when fear, self-loathing, and depression is screaming at you that you can't do anything - it is exactly that time when you must carry the faith that you can be better. After all, you still go to your brother's Second Chance Center even when it all seems hopeless. Daniel still has faith in you, so believe that despite all the mistakes you've made, you can go forward."

Lips trembling, Zac suddenly hugged the Angel, and, letting go of his broken scythe, Blitzo hugged him back.

"I'm so scared…" Zac whimpered.

"I know, but you can't live in fear," Blitzo whispered back as he stroked his head. "Be strong and courageous. Do not fear or be in dread of them, for it is the Lord your God who goes with you. He will not leave you or forsake you."

"What… what about the gang? What if they come after my family and me?" Zac asked before looking at Blitzo face to face. "C-Can God protect us?"

"They won't hurt you." Blitzo patted his back. "I will make sure of it. And I act in His name. From now on, you and your family will be under God's protection. I swear it."

"But…" Standing up to let go of the hug, Zac asked, "What am I gonna do now?"

"If I were you, I'd go back to the center. Whatever you have to say to your parents, be honest with them to say that you're still hurting. From there? Still go to school and be the best sort of person you're capable of being. Be kind. Be loving. And above all, believe in yourself that you can change. And don't worry about the gang. After tonight, we'll make it so that they won't bother you anymore," Blitzo said with a warm smile.

"You… You promise?"

Blitzo nodded. "Upon the Sacred Work of Creation, my word shall be kept."

For the first time in a long time, Zac smiled and slowly nodded in thanks. Zac was about to leave when he paused to look over his shoulder to say, "If you see Daniel… can you tell him we won't forget him?"

Smiling, Blitzo nodded, watching Zac leave the cemetery.

That was one part of the mission done.

And now… for the hard part.

Slowly, Blitzo took out his phone and dialed a number. "Hello, yes, can you give me a connection to the Office of Divine Intervention and Retribution, please? It's an emergency."


Zac practically sprinted to the community center. Speaking with Blitz had caused him to feel something that he hadn't felt ever since Daniel died: hope. Hope that everything was going to be okay and that he would find peace again. For now, all Zac wanted to do was find his parents and tell them everything: about Daniel, his feelings, and about the gang. He knew the way to the community center by heart, and when he arrived, he found it was closed, but he still had his key on him and used it to get inside. There was nobody but his parents, busy putting things out for later tonight when they noticed him gasping for air at the community center entrance.

His mother looked at him with surprise and concert. "Zachary? What's wrong? Is everything-"

"I'm sorry!" Zac shouted, much to both parents' surprise. Teary-eyed, Zac took a few deep breaths to calm down before looking up at his mom. "I'm s-s-s-sorry, Mom... about everything… I… I just..." He lowered his head and bit his mouth. "I miss him… and coming here… it makes me miss him so much..."

"Oh, Zac," his mother whispered in understanding before walking over to her son and embracing him. He sobbed lightly on her shoulder and rubbed his back.

"It's all my fault..." Zac whispered as he shook his head. "I told Daniel's gang where he was because they scared me… I didn't mean to get him killed… and I don't hate the center… I just… I was so afraid… I'm still afraid… and every time I came here, I just saw him, and I kept thinking he hated me..."

"Zac, it's okay. You don't need to say anymore..."

"No! I have to!" Zac said, looking at his mother eye to eye. "They wanted me to join the gang! They said they'd burn down the center if I didn't! They said they'd kill you guys and me too, just like they killed Daniel if I didn't join them!"

"Son, why didn't you say something?" Zac's father, a big bald-headed man with a purple shirt and black pants, walked over and put his hand on the young boy's shoulder. "You could have said something. We could have protected you."

"I… I was afraid of making the same mistake… I lost my big brother, and I didn't want to lose you guys as well," Zac whispered as the three hugged one another.

"Zac," his mother whispered before tears appeared in her own eyes as well. "I'm sorry as well. I didn't know you were hurting still… I should have realized..."

"Son, I know you wanted to protect us, but you don't have to carry this burden," Zac's father said with a soft smile. "We'll make sure Daniel's old gang won't hurt this family again."

"B-But what about what I did?" Zac muttered, looking down in shame. "I told them where Daniel was, and he died..."

"Son, look at me," Zac's father said as he took him by the shoulders. "You were scared. It's understandable. What happened to Daniel wasn't your fault, because those who pulled the trigger are at fault. I know your brother, and he would never blame you for what happened, and neither of us do as well."

"We love you, Zac. We love you so much, so please don't hate yourself anymore for what you did," Zac's mother whispered as she kissed him on the forehead.

"Mom… Dad..." Zac whispered as a big smile appeared on his face before hugging his parents. The three closed their eyes and felt as if a huge burden had been lifted from their hearts. And deep down, even if they couldn't see him, they knew Daniel was there beside them in spirit with just as much love for his family as they had for him.

Unfortunately, it was all ruined by a small repeated series of claps that alerted the three that they weren't alone. Turning around, Zac gasped in horror upon seeing Daniel's old gang waiting there by the entrance and cursed upon realizing he kept the door open. "Wow, if I actually gave a crap about this, I'd be saying it was a moving experience," Grinning Demon said with a chuckle. "Of course, I'm a bit too pissed that you ratted us out to your folks, Zac."

Zac's parents quickly got in front of their son upon seeing them and growled. "Get out of here! This place isn't for you!"

"Aw, but I thought the community center was open for all members of the community?" Grinning Demon said, smiling with a devilish glare. "You'd think Diablo's parents would be more welcoming for his old friends from the hood."

"My son's name was Daniel," Zac's father growled as he clenched his fists, "and you punks murdered him!"

"Murder is such an ugly word," Grinning Demon said, shrugging. "I prefer the term 'taking out the trash'."

"Bastard!" Zac's mother shouted.

Grinning Demon ignored her and focused on a gulping Zac. "So you decided to not join in the end, huh, kid?"

"N-Never!" Zac cried out. With determination on his face, he stepped out and stood by his parent's side. "I'll never join you. I'll never dishonor my brother's memory by becoming monsters like you."

"Well, I guess it doesn't matter. I wasn't really planning on letting you join or keeping my promise anyway," Grinning Demon said with a chuckle. "This so-called center has been giving us a bad name, and I aim to remind folks who really runs the streets here so they know not to mess with the proper authority in this neighborhood."

"I'm calling the police!" Zac's mother said as she got her cellphone out, only to freeze when one of the gangsters pulled out a pistol and aimed it at her.

"Yeah, that's not going to happen," Grinning Demon said as he stepped forward. "Here is what's going to happen. We're going to kill you three. Burn this place to the ground. And make sure everyone knows not to mess with us. Don't worry, you'll see Daniel real soon. Slick? Cap them."

Zac's father got in front of his wife and son as the gun was aimed at them. Closing his eyes, Zac thought. Please, Angels! Please help us! You promised!

A gunshot rang out. For a split second, Zac thought his family had been shot. He opened his eyes to see if either of his parents were down on the floor in a bloody mess, only to see them both alive and shocked. A scream went out as the gangster holding the gun fell on his knees, holding his bleeding hand, which had a perfect hole in it, while the weapon he held clattered on the floor. The gangsters all jumped and looked around with their weapons drawn upon seeing their crew member get shot.

"What the fuck?! Who's there?! Whose the fucking asshole that's going to die?!" Grinning Demon shouted.

"If you're looking for an asshole, why don't you look in a mirror?" a voice cried out.

Everyone turned to the left and was surprised to see three figures that appeared out of nowhere. Grinning Demon growled, "You?! The stupid tourists in the wacky shirts?! How the fuck did you get in here?!"

Blitzo, still in his human disguise, flipped his flintlock pistol and sheathed it before glaring at the gang leader. "We have our ways. This time you guys have gone too far, and we're here to stop you once and for all."

"You guys came!" Zac said with joy.

Millie smiled and winked at the joyful child. "Of course, sugar! We said we had your back, and we meant it."

"Let us handle this, Zachary. You and your parents should take cover somewhere safe," Moxxie said with a determined look on his face.

Zac nodded and grabbed his parents' hands before dragging them over to the back end of the community center, right behind the kitchen, and taking cover behind the food pick-up counter. Zac's father looked at the three and asked, "Zac, who are these people?"

"Friends of Daniel's," Zac said before his smile grew larger. "And mine as well."

"They're going to get killed! We need to call the police!" Zac's mother cried out as she went for her cellphone again.

"Don't worry," Zac said with a knowing smile. "I think they're going to be okay."

Meanwhile, Grinning Demon was glaring at the three noisy tourists and growling. "You three must have a death wish to keep getting involved in our affairs."

"And you really must not care about your soul, because Hell is where you are heading for, Mister," Blitzo said, narrowing his eyes. "Normally, we try to save as many humans as possible. But sometimes we find terrible trash like you who don't deserve God's Kingdom."

Grinning Demon snorted. "Please, what are you? A bunch of religious preachers? Trying to save me from damnation? You should be more concerned about yourselves considering you're about to die."

"Go ahead," Blitzo said, puffing out his chest with a knowing grin. "Take your best shot."

"Tch, waste these fuckers!" Grinning Demon shouted while pointing at them.

Every gangster aimed their guns and fired at the three with a hail of bullets. Their gunshots echoed for a mile as everyone near the area started panicking and running upon hearing the gunfire. Calls to the police were made while nearby residents locked their windows and doors before getting as low as possible.

Inside, when the shooting was done, there was a long silence from many stunned faces as three grinning disguised Angels just stood there without a single scratch on their bodies despite nearly a hundred rounds of ammo fired at them almost up close. Zac and his family looked behind the three grinning tourists only to find that there were over a hundred bullet holes on the walls that would require fixing later.

"Hmm, I feel fine," Blitzo said before turning to his co-workers. "How about you two?"

"Fit as a fiddle, sir," Moxxie replied.

"I'm good too," Millie answered.

"W-What the fuck?! That was point-blank!" Grinning Demon shouted as he stepped back in horror with the other stunned gangsters. "W-What the Hell are you?! Are you even human?!"

"Nope! We're not!" Blitzo said as he raised his hand and snapped his fingers. An aurora of white and golden energy surrounded the three as everyone covered their eyes before it faded away. Everyone gasped upon seeing the three human tourists replaced with the Angels' proper form as they floated in the air, smiling with confidence. "Allow me to introduce ourselves. I'm Blitz — the 'O' is silent — and these are my partners in miracles, Moxxie and Millie. We are the Holy Ordained Problem Enders! (H.O.P.E. for short.) Or in case you're too stupid to tell by the halos and wings, we're Angels from Heaven, sent here by Daniel to protect his family."

"A-Angles… from Heaven?" Zac's mother whispered while her husband quickly did the sign of the cross. "And Daniel sent them?"

"Yeah, he sent them to help me..." Zac said, getting both his parents to snap their heads towards him. "And they're here to help us."

Meanwhile, the gangsters were either in disbelief or utter confusion by what they saw before them.

"This… this is a trick, right?! Those can't be real angels!"

"Look at those wings! And those horns! I think they are real!"

"T-This is bad! We actually shot at angels, dude!"

"Must be a trick! Some kind of smoke and mirror things, man!"

Grinning Demon growled as he shook his head in disbelief. "Bullshit! This is bullshit!" He pointed at the three unimpressed angels. "There is no way you fuckers are real angels! Daniel's in Hell anyway for the shit he did with us!"

"No, he's in Purgatory," Moxxie answered, glaring at the gang leader. "He's working his way into Heaven. Unlike you monsters, he developed a conscience and worked hard to forgive himself for the sins he did under your gang. He would have done a lot more good, but you guys ended his life when he was still young. Not to mention all the other crimes you did while also threatening to kill his family. You people are horrible!"

"S-So what?! What are you going to do about it?!" Grinning Demon shouted as sweat began to pour from his face.

A ring from Blitzo's phone alerted everyone as the tension broke for a bit before the tall Angel picked it up and answered it. "Hello? Yup, this is me." A grin then appeared on his face. "Really? Good to hear. Thanks again."

"W-what was that? Jesus Christ?" One gangster answered.

"Ha! I wish," Blitzo said as he hung up the phone. "That was the Office of Divine Intervention and Retribution up in Heaven. You see, Angels like us have to follow many rules, and one of those rules is that we can't kill humans. Except if we get permission to do so for certain circumstances, you know, as a last resort. In the case of you guys trying to kill an innocent family while planning to do more crimes? We have to call to get proper approval to deal with you guys permanently."

At that moment, all three angels summoned a series of weapons. Millie drew two silver cylinder rods before two long straight blades appeared at the ends of each through a small opening. Both were glowing bright blue and had purple angelic lettering on them while she grinned like a maniac and flipped them in her hands. Moxxie pulled out two Sig Sauer P320 handguns that were marble white with black grips. On the grips were red crossed against a white shield and each pistol had extended ammo clips. Blitzo himself summoned his flintlock pistol but also a longsword in his hand from his old job. The sword's handle was golden with a golden pommel with a silver cross in the center. The guard was shaped like an Angel's wings with sharp edges on them, and the blade itself was pure black save for the white-silverish edges of the sharp steel. In the center of the blade was Latin writing that said: "Deferens iram Dei ad malum" which meant "Bringing the wrath of God to evil." Sensing a dangerous fight about to happen, Zac's parents quickly covered their son's eyes and forced him down with them, much to his complaint.

"And guess who's going to face some divine judgment?" Blitzo whispered with an almost wanting glee as the gangsters all turned pale upon realizing what this meant. "Guys? Go nuts."

"Finally!" Millie shouted as she flew faster than any human could see before slicing the heads off two of the gangsters that sailed into the air before landing on the floor. Their necks were gushing with blood in a split second, and they fell to the floor like puppets cut from strings. Millie wasn't done as she quickly turned around and gutted one of the gangsters and sliced him open, causing his rib cage to open up and his organs to drop out before landing in a pile of mush. One of the gangsters, either out of fear or anger, attacked her from behind by trying to pistol-whip her. Millie countered by wrapping her legs around his arm, pulling him up into the air while hanging onto him, and slicing his arm off before letting him fall to the ground. He screamed in agony while holding his bleeding limbless shoulder before Millie came down and started smacking him over and over again with the decapitated hand while giggling. "Stop hitting yourself! Stop hitting yourself!"

"Fuck! Just keep shooting at them! All of them!" one of the gangsters shouted as he reloaded his machine pistol and started firing in all directions, but a quick headshot sent him down.

Moxxie continued repeatedly firing, with each shot taking down one gangster at a time. He didn't even need to focus despite them trying to run as fast as possible out of the area. Ammo wasn't a concern since any weapon of Heaven's had near-infinite ammunition when it came to its firearms. Something that most would consider a cheat code, but an advantage was an advantage. A few guys managed to make it out by breaking through the window headfirst and rushing towards one of their nearby cars. Moxxie sighed and phased out through the floor.

"Turn the key! Turn the key and hit the fucking gas!" One of the gangsters in the air screamed as the driver fumbled with his keys until he managed to get the car running.

He pressed his foot to the gas pedal and started driving as fast as possible down the street. However, a few feet away, Moxxie floated up from the ground and landed his feet down while smirking at the car and its freaked-out passengers. With calmness, Moxxie lifted one of his two pistols and aimed.

"Run him over!"

"Will that even hurt him?!"

"Just fucking do it!"

The car seemed to speed faster, but Moxxie didn't even blink. He just waited for the right moment while summoning his angel energy and putting it into the next bullet for a special surprise. Once it was about two feet away, Moxxie fired one shot that went straight into the car's engine, where it exploded in a burst of blue flames. The explosion caused the vehicle to flip up into the air, sailing over a calm and smirking Moxxie, who twirled the other gun and fired four times upward without even looking.

When the car landed on the ground with a crash, four lifeless bodies were hanging out of it. Each with a bullet hole in their skulls. Moxxie twirled his guns and put them away before flying back to the community center to see if he was still needed.

While Moxxie had gone to deal with the escaping thugs, Blitzo had jumped alongside Millie and started slashing at the remaining gangsters with his sword and shooting away any nearby at the same time. He began with going low and cutting the legs off of two thugs before spinning around and slicing their upper bodies with one blow as they fell. He swiftly flew behind another gangster and stabbed him in the back, but not fatally. Wanting to add more fear to these bastards, Blitzo used him as a shield to take a double-barrel shotgun blast to the stomach. He then flicked the dead body off his blade, which absorbed the blood and made it clear once again, and fired his pistol into the head of the shotgun-wielding gangster.

While he continued to fight side by side with Millie, who was stabbing a poor bastard in the ass a dozen times, memories of his past brought him back to the old days before H.O.P.E. He had done this to Demons not just powerful and fearful, but who had been guilty of far more deadly sins almost too numerous to count. But not all of them had been worthy of permanent death. And some of them had committed no crimes at all. But he didn't realize it until it was too late. Since that day, the day he shattered his blade, Blitzo swore to only kill when necessary and give mercy when it was needed.

These criminals, however, deserved their one-way ticket to Hell.

There weren't too many criminals left, but the one he wanted most, Grinning Demon, was running like his pants were on fire while the remaining gangsters were behind him. Determined not to let him escape, Blitzo flew after them.

Grinning Demon saw the Angel coming and ordered his remaining men to fire on Blitzo even though it was clear nothing was going to work, and he was out saving his own skin. Blitzo decided to end this by flying so fast he seemingly disappeared for a split second before landing behind the group. He flicked his sword just once, and in a millisecond, every single one of them fell to the floor while sliced into so many pieces you could make a hundred kabobs out of their body parts.

The only one remaining was a running Grinning Demon, screaming for help at the top of his lungs. De-summoning his sword, Blitzo grabbed his halo, aimed, and threw it like a discus. It sailed in the air while spinning like a saw blade before slicing right through the right leg of the gangster leader, which had him screaming and cursing as he tumbled all the way down to the pavement. Blitzo caught his returning halo and put it neatly back in place before walking towards the crawling criminal who desperately tried to escape.

Once he was in front of the pale-faced killer, Blitzo aimed his flintlock pistol at him. But before he could fire, Grinning Demon held his hand up. "W-W-Wait! Don't shoot! I surrender!" Blitzo held his hand on the trigger. "I'll confess everything! I'll go to jail! I'll… I'll find God in prison! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry for everything I did! Give me a second chance! I beg you, please! I don't want to die!"

Blitzo stared at the pleading figure before him, and there was a long moment of silence before he lowered his pistol and sighed. Slowly, he turned his back around and started walking back to the community center. Grinning Demon sighed in relief but growled and slowly pulled out a high-powered magnum from his waist and aimed it at Blitzo. Just as he pulled the safety off, Blitzo turned around and fired his pistol, shooting Grinning Demon in the head and killing him before he had a chance to fire.

"Idiot..." Blitzo whispered as he shook his head in disappointment. "Might as well watch the next part..."

While he stared at Grinning Demon's corpse, something hazy began to leave his body before appearing in a more humanoid form. Grey and near-colorless, the soul of Grinning Demon opened his eyes and looked around before staring at Blitzo. "W-What happened? I thought you shot me."

"I did, you idiot," Blitzo said with a disapproving tone. "I was going to let you live, but you just had to do that stupid bad-guy-tries-one-last-shot-to-kill-his-enemy trope, huh? Well, now you're dead, and that's on you."

"I… I'm dead?" Grinning Demon whispered in horror as he looked behind him and gasped upon seeing his pale dead face staring into the sky with blood coming down his face via bullet wound. "W-what?! This can't be happening?! What's going on?!"

"What's going on is that you're one hundred percent fucked, Augustus Blane."

Upon hearing his name spoken in a dark and grim tone, Grinning Demon froze as if he was dipped in an icy lake in the middle of December. He slowly turned around only to scream in hysterical terror. Floating above him, about the size of a jeep, was another Angel, only this one was scarier than Blitzo.

The being in question was floating without any legs because his long tethered black robes covered them as he hovered above with black raven-like wings with bones showing for the bases and joints. A large dark hood covered his head, yet that wasn't enough to hide the large skeleton face with glowing red eyes staring deep into Grinning Demon's soul. If that wasn't enough, there was a giant wicked-looking scythe made out of a massive spine with a big raven's skull on top where a sharp blade curved out with the images of screaming souls appearing on the steel every so often. Some of them were his fellow gangsters who lay dead inside the community center.

"Hey, Allen. How's the wife and kids?" Blitzo asked, waving to his fellow Angel as the grim reaper turned around.

"Ah, Blitz. Everyone's fine. Molly's getting ready for her first year in Kindergarten."

"Ah, time flies so fast. The little ones grow up quickly, don't they?" Blitzo said with a warm smile. "Be sure to post pictures on Crossbook."

"Oh, of course! My darling little Molly is going to be the star on my wall," Allen the Reaper said before noticing Grinning Demon attempting to flee while screaming. "Oh, excuse me. Duty calls."

Like lightning, Allen the Reaper appeared before a terrified Grinning Demon who tried to say something, but the Angel of Death wasn't wasting any time and sliced him with his giant scythe. The soul of Augustus Blane, aka Grinning Demon, was soon screaming in pain and terror as he was absorbed into the scythe's steel, where his terrified face appeared for a split second before disappearing and joining the others inside.

"Well, I better deliver these to the Office of Judgment and Appeals," Allen said before giving Blitzo a nod. "See you later, Blitz."

Blitzo waved goodbye before walking back to the Community Center, where Millie and Moxxie were waiting for him while carrying the bodies to the side of the room. Zac and his family were still in the kitchen, keeping their son from seeing the carnage that was left behind (A good thing too in Blitz's mind since he felt the young boy had seen enough), but it was clear they were disturbed by the whole thing.

"Phew, that was exhilarating," Millie said, stretching her arms. "I needed to let loose like that."

"I'm just glad we were able to stop these punks from doing more harm," Moxxie said as he dusted his hands. "I guess we're all done here, right, sir?"

"Almost, let's just double-check with Zac and his family before the cleaning crew arrives," Blitzo said as the three Angels walked into the kitchen and appeared before the family of three.

"Hey, guys. The fight's over, but I wouldn't go in there just yet. Don't worry about the mess and the bodies, a clean-up crew from up above is going to fix everything, modify a few memories, and make sure that this place is clean and spotless without anyone the wiser," Blitzo said with a smile before winking. "Just be sure to keep this entire event to yourselves. I doubt anyone would believe you anyway."

"So… you three are Angels, and Daniel sent you here to protect Zac?" Zac's father asked with both awe and uncertainty.

"Yup! And let me tell you, Mr. Crayton, you two did a fine job raising him," Millie said with a big smile. "He's a good man, and I have no doubt he'll be welcomed in Heaven after completing his lessons in Purgatory."

"Then… he's okay?" Zac's mother asked with a hopeful smile.

"Yup, Angel's honor," Moxxie said, crossing his heart. "Your son is in good hands."

Blitzo walked over to Zac and knelt before him. "Well, we have to go, kiddo. But remember what I said earlier, okay? Be good, stay in school, talk to your parents, and grow up to be someone your brother would be proud of." Zac smiled before hugging a surprised Blitzo, who soon smiled back and hugged him as well. "Take care, Zac. God be with you."

"You too, Mr. Blitz," Zac said as they ended the hug and waved at the angels who texted Loona to open the portal for them to return back to Purgatory.