And here it is, the Extermination! Hazbin Hotel belongs to Vivziepop. I only own my OCs. Now with that out of the way, let the bloodbath begin.

Chapter 3: Extermination 2019

For the first time since I got here, there's silence. No gunshots, no explosions, no car crashes, no music, no profanity, no nothing. Everyone around me is just wordlessly staring up at the sky right now. When I follow their gaze, all I can see up there is of course that colossal fucking pentagram, a black moon with a red star on it which forms yet another pentagram (alright, we get it. We're in fucking Hell.) and….

Wait, what's that white moon all the way up there? From what I can see, the white celestial body I'm currently staring at along with everyone else really stands out; the space around it dark blue in contrast with the rest of the red sky of Hell. Underneath the white moon are clouds and right above it is… a halo?

…

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…Heaven?

Heaven's a moon? And Hell is a planet? Huh…

It's then that I notice the many, MANY objects coming from Heaven and quickly closing in on Hell. When they get closer, I see that the "objects" are actually humanoid figures with… wings? Angels? What are a bunch of Angels doing down here in Hell-

*WHOOSH!* *THUD!* *GURGGLE!*

My train of thought is interrupted when a spear from above sails RIGHT PAST my head and impales itself through the throat of a demon who was standing behind me. The second the others see what happened, all hell breaks loose; everyone goes into full-on panic mode as more spears rain down. I zigzag through the street to avoid being hit myself and dash into an alley for cover. Some horned demon has the same idea, but is unfortunately impaled through the back by a thrown spear and lands on his face. The spear's owner then lands right behind the fallen demon, giving me my first up-close look at a real-live Angel.

Given the flat chest, the Angel's male. He has an athletic physical build, looks to be about half a foot taller than me maybe, and as a wingspan of around 20 feet if not more. He's wearing an all-white form-fitting body suit that matches the color of his inner wing feathers and covers him toe to neck and a pair of grey boots with black soles. And then there's his head; he looks to be wearing something like a Recon Helmet from the Fallout series that's the same shade of grey as his boots, appears to have a feather pattern and has a black trim. The twin curved horns on his head were a shining black with a white glowing halo with 4 notches on it hovering above, and his black LED screen mask is giving me by far the creepiest, most sinister-looking smile I've seen yet; an "X" taking the place of the right eye, a perfectly round left eye, and a wide grin that stretches ear to ear (not that I can see his ears. Come to think of it, except for Hellhounds and some other Animal Demons, I haven't seen a pair of ears on anyone here.)

The instant he takes one step towards me, I throw my bottle of whiskey at him, which smashes upon making contact with his mask and soaking his outfit in liquor, then pull my Glock and execute a Mozambique Drill.

*BANG! BANG! BANG!*

However, instead of punching right through, each bullet bounces off the Angel, not leaving a single scratch, not even on his mask. The Angel responds by calmly pulling his spear out of the dead demon's back.

"Oh shit." I say before sprinting in the other direction with him immediately pursuing me with his spear raised.

I barrel down the alley at full speed before making a sudden left into another alley. I yank a dumpster out of place to block his path to try to buy myself a little time, but he simply flies over it and swoops down right towards me with the spear forward. Thanks to my reflexes, I just barely side-step the thrust and grab the weapon by just behind the spearhead with my free hand while I raise the one still holding the Glock right in front of his face.

*BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!*

Those five shots are all I'm able to hit him in the face with little to no effect before he uses a hand to slap the gun out of my hand and into the street and then uses it to punch me in the right cheek. And the Angel's punch hit HARD. So hard that I nearly lose my grip on the spear. I retaliate by giving him a quick jab in the face before gripping my other hand onto the spear. We begin to wrestle for control over the silvery white-bladed weapon. Man, I heard somewhere that Angels were supposed to be very strong, but he's nearly as strong as I am!

Nearly.

Our struggle takes us out into the street which is filled with chaos; demons fleeing and being chased by more of these Murder Angels, screams of pure terror, pain, and death filling the air. There's also gunfire, but I'm sure that those who are trying to gun down the Angels are seeing the same level of success as I did with my Glock.

The Angel shoves me up against a parked car, trying to angle the spearhead towards my throat. So to counter this, I knee him in the groin twice. This makes him begin to hunch over. Taking advantage of this, I grab him by one of his horns and slam his head into the roof of the car, leaving behind a very-noticeable dent. I then ram his head straight into the driver's window, smashing through it. With him dazed, I'm finally able to yank the spear from his grasp. He's only able to turn back towards me after pulling himself out of the broken driver's window before I run him through with his own spear.

*SHICK!*

The spear goes through his stomach and pierces through the car door. The creepy smile being projected on his mask suddenly glitches out, being replaced by: "DX" as he cries out in pain. And his cries immediately draw attention from the other Angels in the street. I immediately pick my gun back up and run. As I'm dashing around the corner, I can swear I hear a robotic voice shouting "Exterminator down! We have an Exterminator down!"

Kira's POV

I'm pulling my spear out of the chest of my 23rd kill when a transmission comes through the built-in radio of my mask that makes me freeze.

"Exterminator down! We have an Exterminator down! Engage sinners, create a perimeter for messenger unit evac!"

What!? An Exterminator down!? That hasn't happened in centuries! What sinner would be powerful enough to go up against an Angel and win?

"All units, be on the lookout; sinner of unknown type, humanoid, male, over six feet in height, wearing a black hoodie and blue jeans. Last seen fleeing down Azazel Avenue. Be advised; sinner is considered dangerous. Do not engage alone. I repeat, do NOT engage alone."

I glance at the mini-map on the upper right corner of my mask's HUD. Azazel Avenue is only two blocks from my current location.

Extending my wings, I take flight and make my way towards this sinner's last known location, and I'm not alone. Hundreds of others are making their way there and doing as ordered, posting up and patrolling every street within the eight blocks surrounding the one where the incident occurred, killing any demons they spot.

While in the air, I look down see the scene below being surrounded by my comrades. I'm shocked to see that an Exterminator had been impaled to a car with his own spear. Two others have already broken off the shaft of said spear and are preparing to pull him off of the car.

1….2…..3

"Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!" The wounded Angel's cries are distant from up hear, but still audible.

The sinner responsible for this better hope we don't find him, because when we do, what will follow will not be pleasant for him.

Malcom's POV

Wow, these guys are acting pissed right now. Probably because I just shish kebabed one of their own, and by the sound of that scream, I'm guessing his buddies just yanked him off the spear I left him on. I need to get way from here; they're killing people left, right, and center. It'll only be a matter of time before they find me. I've also noticed that everyone they've killed aren't getting back up like Moxxie and Millie did after I shot them. And here I was thinking that nobody can die in Hell. Of course, while this new info does concern me, it also makes me wonder how the Angels are killing Demons right now. Like do they have any special powers that enable them to do so or whatever? I'll be sure to ask someone after whatever the fuck is going on at the moment blows over. Assuming I survive this.

The area behind me is swarming with Angels, and I'm waiting for this one patrol to move on further down the street so I that I can make a beeline out of this block. The quicker I put some more distance between myself and the mess I made back there, the better. After peeking from a corner for five minutes straight, the patrol of three move on. After taking a quick glance up at the sky, I scurry out of the alley I'm hiding in and into the next one across from me.

This goes on for another hour until I don't see anymore Angels. No, now it's just A LOT of dead bodies out here where I'm at, with the only sound being wind. I decide to lower my hood since no one's out here right now. No one alive at least. So besides the many bodies in various states of mutilation, other signs that those fucked up Angels have been here is the literal signs that I assume they put up after they got done clearing this place. There's posters with the masked face of an Angel saying "EXTERMINATION IS MANDATORY" while others just have words like "PUNISHMENT", "DEATH", and "YOUR DAYS ARE NUMBERED". Geez, who would've thought that Angels could be so dark? Never in a million years did I imagine them being like this.

Looking to my left I notice some interesting graffiti on a wall.

"FUCK YOU! HEAVEN"

What I find interesting about this is that the Angels have put up posters all over this place, but they didn't put one up over some graffiti insulting both them and their home? Then there's how it's punctuated "Fuck you! Heaven"; the proper way to write that would've been "Fuck you Heaven!". Instead, it looks more like a "Fuck you!" SIGNED Heaven. Just the thought of an actual Angel dropping the F-bomb makes me laugh a little.

That small bit of humor aside, I finally have time to assess my current situation: Alright, so I'm in Hell, I have no home here. Otherwise, I would've locked myself in there by now. Bloodthirsty Angels have come down Heaven to do a "Cleanse" which seems to be just them killing anyone in sight. Why they're doing this I still don't know. I'm not exactly planning on asking one though, especially after what happened. They were obviously looking for me when I snuck away, so they're clearly upset. This is REALLY bad for me since these guys have proven themselves to be hard to take down; they're bulletproof, fast, about as strong as I am, can fly, and are armed with weapons that can actually KILL people down here. Fuck, I was struggling when I was just fighting ONE. A whole flock of them would rip me to shreds. Hmm, maybe I should look for a place to lay low for a bit. Somewhere indoors.

The problem with that, however, is pretty much every building that's secure has been locked down. Maybe I could hide in a place that isn't quite all that secure? I really just need to stay out of sight until I figure out my next move. Looking around, I spot what looks like a clothing store that's had its windows smashed out.

Yeah, that'll work.

Shards of broken glass crunch under my boots as I step inside through one of the windows. Unsurprisingly, there are a few bodies in here; they must've been trying to get away from the Angels, but obviously failed. Entrails and blood stains the floor as well as whatever merchandise was close to the bodies. Though seeing the bloody clothes reminds me of my own. Shit, I hadn't thought about that; I literally arrived in Hell with just what I was wearing when I died. My jeans are still fine, but my shirt and hoodie, besides being heavily stained with now-dry blood, are also shredded from all the lead I took. Well, I am in a clothes store, and there's no one here to stop me from taking whatever I want. But how am I going to carry- oh sweet, this place sells backpacks too!

So I get to work stuffing my new wardrobe into a grey backpack I swiped off the rack. I grab two packs of socks, two packs of boxers, two packs of plain T-shirts, one black and the other white, a few pairs of jeans ranging from blue to black, and a new black hoodie with a red pentagram on the back with "666" in the center of it. Throwing my stuffed pack on, I then walk over to the cash register. However, and much to my disappointment, it's already been emptied. Hm, does this store have a safe?

Leaving the sales floor, I go into the back room area which includes the storage room, bathrooms, and the manager's office. I go into the latter and find what I'm looking for in the form of a wall safe. Gripping the safe's handle, I put all my strength into turning it. At first it holds, but then…

*CREEEEE -SNAP!*

The locking mechanism finally gives away. I swing the safe open and find….

Nothing. The manager must've emptied it. Fuck! Well, that was a waste of time and effort. Alright, now how am I going to get the money to set myself up somewhere in this fucking place?

…hmmm…..I could just loot the dead like you do in Fallout. I'm just not sure how much I'll get out of it. Sure, looting the dead is widely considered pretty low when it comes to morality, but two things: #1: This is Hell, and since I've clearly been damned here for all eternity, there's really no point in NOT doing immoral things. #2: It wouldn't exactly be the first time I've looted a body, and I'm not talking about the dick who tried ripping me off when I got here. Just know that the "bodies" weren't dead, but instead unconscious; there's been a few times where either I knocked out a debtor on accident or they simply passed out from the pain. It was always annoying when that happened; they can't tell me where the money is or if they even have the money if they're KO'd. So then I'd either have to tear their place apart or search them, and sometimes I'd find that they'd either pissed or shit themselves. Or both.

Stepping back on to the sales floor, I count five bodies in here and get started. The first one I search only has three dollars and some change, the second has a five, the third has nothing, the fourth also has nothing, though the fifth has $127 in his wallet.

$135 plus change. Not exactly a bad start, but I'm going to need a lot more than this.

I glance out the window at the many, MANY bodies littering the streets. I slowly poke my head and look up and down the street and then up above. Nope, no sign of any Angels. I take this as a green light and get right back to looting.

An hour and a half later…

Kira's POV

After the search for that one sinner was called off, I went right back to purging every Demon in sight. I've killed 26 more since then, but now things a going slow for me. Apart from occasionally flying past a fellow Angel, there was no other sign of activity below. The bodies in the streets lie still- hey! Who moved those bodies?

Sure enough, the carnage directly below me has been tampered with, and I know because I killed some of those sinners.

Landing on the street, I take a closer look at one of the corpses and notice that its pockets have been turned out. Looking at other corpses, they too have had their pockets emptied. So it would seem that some lowly sinner has taken to looting the dead. Maybe they're still around.

Carefully stepping over mangled bodies, I turn around a corner and stop. 25 or so meters ahead of me is the looter himself.

And he just so happens to match the description of the sinner who had injured an Exterminator earlier.

His broad-shouldered back was turned to me as he's busy going through the pockets of yet another fallen Demon. Our orders were to not engage him alone. In fact, I should be calling for backup right now. But again, his back is turned; he's not yet aware of my presence. I can have my spear through his back before he knows what hit him. If I wait, he could move on and disappear again.

Finally coming to a decision, I begin to slowly creep up on him, my spear ready. The closer I get, the more details I begin to make out of his appearance. As the description from earlier stated, he's a large male humanoid wearing a black hoodie and blue jeans, but now I could add "black combat boots" to the list. I see that the back of the hoodie has several small holes with dried blood staining much of it. However, it's the back of his head that gets my attention; the sinner's hood was lowered, allowing me a view of his short dark-brown hair. Huh, now that I'm standing right behind him, he looks like a-

*BEEP! BEEP!*

"Oh sweet! I finally have my own ride!" The sinner says excitedly before he finally notices my shadow looming over him.

He immediately swings his head around, finally allowing me to see his face….

….. which immediately makes me freeze and causes my HUD to go crazy.

[WARNING: HUMAN DETECTED! DO NOT HARM!]

Malcom's POV

Things are looking pretty good so far. I've found around two grand in cash and got myself a nice digital watch that reads "2:38 a.m.". It was after putting on the watch that I noticed the car parked on the side of the street.

And it was NICE.

A black 2019 Dodge Charger SRT Hellcat, and I know for a fact that they all have supercharged V8's in them.

That got me searching the bodies even quicker. It was six or seven more bodies before I finally found the keys. I immediately press the horn button to be sure.

*BEEP! BEEP!*

Oh fuckin' A!

"Oh sweet! I finally have my own ride!" I say to myself before noticing a shadow on the blood-soaked that wasn't mine.

FUCK!

I instantly bolt around to face the Angel. The first thing I notice, besides the spear that's ready to pierce my throat, is that this one's mask is sort of different from the others. Instead of white, the LEDs on this one are green. The second thing I notice is that this particular Angel's wings have green accents that match the green lights on the mask. And third, I notice that this one's female.

I remain frozen in my crouched position. Thing is, she also seems to be frozen for whatever reason.

Glancing down at a corpse next to me, I instantly went into action. I grabbed the body by the neck and throw it at the Angel. It hits her with enough force to knock her off her feet. I quickly grab my bag off the street and sprint for the car so fast that I'm there within a second.. Opening the door, I toss my bag in, which bounces off the passenger door and lands right smack on the seat, then I swing my ass into the driver seat and start the engine. Looking at the rear view mirror, I see that the Angel has already gotten back up and is running right up on me. In response, I shift the car into Drive and stomp on the gas pedal.

*SCREEEEEEEEECH!*

The tires squeal and the V8 roars as the Hellcat launches forward, quickly putting an ever-increasing amount of distance between me an Miss Green back there. Man, my heart is pounding right now. Seriously, that was a fucking close call. I wonder why she froze like that? Oh well, the important part is that I got away AND I got a brand-new, kick-ass car.

"YEAAAAAAAH MOTHERFUCKERS! LET'S SEE Y'ALL TRY TO GET ME NOW!" I yell out the window before rolling it back up.

Okay, I got that out of my system. Now then, how do I get out of this city? It's not like I can stop and ask for directions (not that the assholes who live down here would give me any). And I can't just drive around forever; sooner or later this car's going to run out of gas- OH SHIT IT'S RUNNING ON FUMES! The stiff I got the keys off of clearly didn't get a chance to refuel. Damn, I'm going to have to stop at a gas station if I can even find one in this mess of a town.

After a few more minutes of driving with the Low Fuel warning constantly annoying me along with the seat belt warning, I finally find a gas station and pull in. Getting out and looking up at the price sign that pretty much all of these stations have, I find that the price of gas here is around the same as back home. Yet another odd similarity. However, this particular car uses premium fuel, and according to the sign, it costs $2.93 per gallon. Let's see… two-ninety-three… eighteen and a half gallon tank that's pretty much empty…. Yeah, it'll cost me like $55 to fill it.

Though right now, money isn't the issue. The digital screen of the gas pump I parked next too currently reads "Closed". Of course they shut off the pumps because why not? Hmm, maybe I can switch this one back on. Hopefully I won't need a key to do that.

I walk up to the glass doors of the station store and (of course) find them locked. So I remove my hoodie, wrap it around my right fist, and put it through the glass.

*SMASH!*

After putting the hoodie back on, I reach through the new hole I made and unlock the door. Inside, I find all the stuff you'd usually find in a gas station store; snacks, soft drinks, energy drinks, sports drinks, and beer. Maybe I'll grab a case on the way out. Anyway, I go behind the counter and find that while no key is required to activate the pumps, I still need the password to unlock the computer that does that. Okay Malcom, think; you're some loser who's probably more worried about getting stoned or some shit than being a responsible employee. How would you remember the password?

…..

They wrote it down somewhere.

I start searching the drawers behind the counter until I find a sticky note that says "Greed89". Fuck, I can't believe that actually worked. I hope this password's still good.

And it is. I waste no time turning on the pump where my car is and run back outside. I then put the money in the machine, select the fuel I want, and start filling my ride back up. I look around for any Angels or whoever while I'm at it. It's pretty strange how I haven't ran into anymore of them, and the silence out here is pretty eerie. It just seems too quiet.

The fuel finally cuts off, signaling that the tank was now full. I place my hand on the door handle, but stop and look back towards the store, thinking about the beer in it. I should really be getting back on the road right now….. but I guess it wouldn't hurt to grab a 6-pack or whatever before I leave.

Walking back into the store, I go to where the beer's at to see what brands are available. Of course, most of it is domestic stuff made here in Hell, but they do have Bud. I grab an 18-pack of it out of the cooler and go back outside. I look around and see that there's still no Angels around. Good, now I just have to put this beer in the trunk and-

*SLAM!*

Without warning, something rams right into me from above, knocking me off my feet and the beer out of my hands. The next thing I know, I'm pinned on the pavement by what I guess are two Angels, with one of them having their knee on my back. As I struggle, three more of them land a few feet in front of me. Though unlike almost all the other Angels I've seen, these ones were dressed head to toe in black with the only other color being their white halos and the white LED lights on their masks. Two of the three in front of me go to both of my sides, each grabbing an arm as I'm lifted up to my knees yet still restrained with two Angels holding each arm. Meanwhile, the one that was in between those two approaches me. Judging by how different she looks from the others due to her wearing black boots that go all the way up to her thighs, a halo that has a cross sitting above it, her mask having an even more sinister-looking smiley face than the other masks I've seen, and the twin swords she's carrying instead of a spear, she's likely the one calling the shots here.

"Malcom Saint…" the black-clad Angel addresses me in a robotic voice. Likely made by a voice scrambler built into her mask.

"For a Sinner who got to keep their original form, you proved yourself to be… difficult to track down. In fact, we would still be searching all of Hell for you had you not injured one of our brothers."

"Wait, you guys were looking me specifically? Why? I haven't even been down here for a day." I ask. Seriously, billions of bad people down here and these guys come for some debt collector?

"And such a shame it is that your suffering in Hell is about to be cut so short." The Angel replies before drawing one of her swords.

First I get jumped and killed by Demons, and now a bunch of Angels are doing the same thing to me! What the fuck did I do to piss off both sides here!? Oh god, what happens when you die for real down here?

For the first time in years, I'm scared. Actually no; I'm terrified.

"Wait, wait, wait, PLEASE WAIT!" I plead.

The grinning Angel of Death stops just a few inches from me, her blade even closer to my throat. Quickly getting my thoughts together, I make my request.

"If I'm going to die for the second and final time, then I want to go out fighting. Just you and me, each of us with a sword. If I win, you and your friends let me live. If I lose, well, I die. So will you grant me a chance at either survival or at least an honorable death?" I say while looking death in the eyes. Literally.

Seconds pass; no one moved or made a sound. Until the Angels start laughing.

"Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Oh Malcom, as much as I would enjoy cutting you down in a duel, you seem to have misunderstood what we've been sent here to do. We're not here to fight you…" she raises the tip of her sword right above my left jugular. Her "face" then turns red.

"We're here to erase you."

"No! NO-"

*SHICK!*

The next few seconds are sharp, burning pain, the worse that I have EVER felt, as the sword is plunged through me. My insides feel like they're on fire as fresh blood begins to saturate my clothes. The leading Angel then pulls her sword free while her subordinates finally release me. My hands instantly go to my new wound, trying in vain to stop the bleeding. After about a minute, the pain just stops as my whole body begins to go numb. I then fall onto my side as the cold concrete around me is stained red. The Black Angels, having apparently seen enough, spread their wings and fly away. The leader, however, stays a little longer to wipe her blade off with my hoodie.

"And they said you'd be unstoppable."

That's the last thing I hear before everything goes black.