"Father you can't leave me, please" a late teen cried over a shot man in the snow, pressuring the most bleeding bullet wound. The hot liquid colored the snow into a deep red as it dripped from his open wounds.

The dying man focused only on his only son making the many panicking people that are running from the curnt drive by shooting background noice. He didn't have long, but he wanted a few last words.

The man only coughs up blood when he opened his mouth, but simply tried again, and again until he could speak " I tried to be strong when your mother died-ack!" more blood but he pushes on "Now you gotta be strong, not for your sister, but with."

" I-we can't be strong without you, please you can't die!" the teen shouted.

The father smiled a bloodstained smile "Seek comfort with people, not substances like me and-" no words only blood as the father let go of his last breath.


It's cold, the wind is roaring past him. He opens his eyes and instantly has to close them. He's in free fall over a city, the wind drying and hurting his eyes. He opened his eyes very little while he protects them with his hands. But these hands aren't his, they are a weirdly familiar grey-pale color and the nails look more like claws. He looks down at himself and he's naked, his skin is that disgusting familiar color. The color of an iced person.

He doesn't have time to think about that, he guesses that he's about 1000 meters in the air that's not long before impact. He did as he learned many years ago, he twisted himself so his legs would hit first, he lined and closed his thighs together and bending them a little. This is what gives him the best chance to survive. He can choose to think about his weird body, where he is, or think of his family.

The answer is clear, he thinks of his son of how unfair the world is taking the boys mother, taking Kira prematurely, his Kira. He thinks of Kirana his adopted daughter who he was so proud off. How he wished he could give them, a better life.

He is falling now and it doesn't take a genius to figure out where he is. "Wellcome to hell" he mumbles as he reads a sign right before he made an impact with the ground.

His feet and knees get embedded in the asphalt. He screams internally over his legs, but when he opens his eyes they are fine, no bone exposed and they aren't twisting in any weird way. He doesn't question it.

He gets up and stumbles, his ankle hurts. He looks around, it is like a ghost town with nobody in sight. He tries to stand again, this time it is a lot better to his surprise, but it is still a bitch. He wants some ice on that ankle and just as he desired, he has ice in his hands.

Confused he again wills for more ice and the ice in his hands grows, the ice is not even cold. He smiles a little, that is pretty dope. He throws the ice away and holds his hand to his hurt ankle and incase his ankle in ice. That should do it, but if it isn't cold does it still do the job? He pushes the thought out of his head. First priority is some clothes.

He sees a display mirror with weird-looking mannequins in outfits, but there is thankfully one that looks humanoid. It had a completely black outfit on, big boots, baggy cargo pants, a tight long sleeve shirt, and fingerless gloves with knuckles. It looks like a kid had made it but it'll have to do. He limps to the store, but it is closed."Hello, anyone in there?" He hears a rustling in the store "I just arrived here, can you give me some clothes" he shouts.

"No and fuck off, you cunt" a voice rang out.

[Fuck him.] He made a chunk of ice and threw it through the window display. It never pays to be a dick. As hypocritical as it was, he strangely didn't think much of it. It almost felt like it should be common sense, but breaking and stealing are wrong acts and most importantly an act that he had put behind him.

"Ayy, the fuck you doing sma-" the voice rang out again only to be interrupted. "Honey quiet down, the extermination can happen anytime now!"

"The what?" no answer. "Extermination?!" he was about to shout again when a loud siren ran. A light shined in the sky for a moment and he saw winged people with a halo descend slowly.

[No way they could be angels they are way too menacing-looking]

Fear creeps upon him. He puts 2 and 2 together. Extermination, ghost town, and killer angels. He grabs the mannequin and runs to the nearest alleyway, the pain in his ankle none existing.

He promptly undressed the mannequin and dressed. He cursed because of course his socks have holes in them and his right sock is wet courtesy of the smelted ice he removed.

[ Fucking hell.] He threw the mannequin into a dumpster.

Screams began to emerge and he looked out the ally. The little clearing he could see out off could be in a slaher movie. The killer angels kicked doors open to apartments, houses, and establishments, they went in clean and came out bloody. Demons began jumping out of windows where doors had been forced open. Corpses everywhere and many more were made.

He backed away into the ally but stopped when he suddenly heard footsteps and a sickening sound of metal grinding on stone.

[Fuck.] He turned around and saw a killer angel with its nasty permanent smile. The killer angel walked slowly towards him, both arms stretched so its blades touched the walls.

He had two choices, fight this killer angel in the ally or run into the streets where there are more killer angels.

[This shit is not fair. ] "Common then you fuck, I will fight you right here and now." He shouted while raising his fist.

The killer angel crooked its head in amusement at the challenge. It then threw one of its blades to his feet. He picked it up and was puzzled, however, took a stance none the less. Not really a stance more him putting the sword between him and the killer angel. The killer angel took a stance which he copied, the killer angel took a new stance and he copied. The killer angel crooked again.

"What are you waiting for, s-scared?" He shouts making sure his voice cracked. The killer angel shakes its head and charges. He quickly changes his stance to the only bladed fighting style he knows the Spetsnaz knife techniques. [Okay, it's just a really big knife.] He goes in when the angel is in the middle of taking a step forward. The killer angel was surprised, but quickly reacts with a slash.

He drops his blade and the killer angel hesitates for a moment at the action and that's all he needs. He is now about 3 feet away and the killer angel slashes. He stops the slash prematurely by stopping its elbow and he then sweeps the killer angel when it falls he twists the arm. The killer angel is forced to land on its stomach by the twist and he sits on it still keeping a pressured twist on its arm to force its shoulder down.

There is only one way to get out of this alive. He can not kill it, worried it will supernaturally alert other killer angels or perhaps they won't leave if all angels aren't present when the extermination is over.

"Can you speak?" He asks. No answer, he twists its arm more to farce an answer, he stops before anything bad could happen. "please, can you at least nod to questions. " The angel hesitantly nods. He smiles and feels his face, that's way too big for a smile. He doesn't have time for that now, he will have to get a mirror later.

"How about I let you live and you let me live through this extermination?" The angel slowly nods again. "And do you swear by your God's name that you will keep your promise?" It nods again.

He lets go of its arm and gets up. The angel as well. "So?" He asks. The angel shakes its head like it can't believe what it is doing. It picks up its blade and begins making a big circle with lots of runes.

Done with its art it stares at him. He stares back and it was like that for a good minute. It looks down at the runic cirle and he follows.

"I should stay in that until it is all over?" The angel nods. "Okay, thanks. Happy extermination" He goes into the circle it is just big enough that he can lay down.

[That god if I had to sit my ass would be fucked... God? Holy shit. God is real... Fuck I'm a damn atheist.]

The angel hesitates when it picked up its other blade. Not because of the demons internal turmoil, but for honor. It threw the blade to him as it had done before. Abrubtly ending the demons odd antics. "Thanks, but no thanks. It will make properly make more problems than solve, I would imagine."

It pointed to the blade in front of him then to the sky where there is a giant devil symbol and then to the ground. "You want me to make that symbol on the ground with the sword?" The angel nodded.

"Hmmm, I'm pretty good at guessing your intention." He mombled to himself.

It was about to fly off when he asked a question that pooped in his mind. "Is it possible to come to heaven?" It shrugs and then took off. He laid down. God he wishes he had a bottle of Beluga... He should properly stop using the lords name in vain even if he doesn't believe in , he decided to stick with his choice in his past life, just as he decides to spend the time trying his ice.

A few hours later he sees angels ascend and soon after a giant clock rings out loud and there are fireworks shot off. Setting a weirdly cozy mood because this is literally hell. He leaves the circle and picks up the angels blade.

He does as the angel instructed before and drew the devil symbol in the sky on the ground. The blade suddenly became unbearable hot and he instinctively lets the sword go. He curses over his burned hand, but quickly forgets it as the sword he let go off is floating in front of him, becoming red, and begins smelting and it's filling the devil symbol.

A white soul-like thing ascends but turns red when it reaches his face. It turns into a little red fairy, but with horns, red wings, and a tail. "The fuck are you?" He could help but ask.

"How rude and after you just tainted me. You barbarian!" The little fairy shouted.

"Are you like the spirit of the weapon or something?" He asked just a bit annoyed with her attitude.

"Duh." The fairy said gesturing it was obvious which is not helping his mood.

He grabs it, "You sassy little-arg" his hand is burned again.

"Can't you see I'm red hot? you idiot." She snickers.

[This bitch.] He grabs her again and begins freezing her. Suddenly alarmed she surrenders with her hands "Wait, stop if-."

"Then you better fix your sassy little mouth," He lets go and she regains her redness. She breathes a bit more heavily while squirming a little bit. "Are you getting off!?"

"W-what No, I, It's your fucking fault I'm like this, you have defiled and tainted me" She shouts slaming her tiny arms on him.

"Sorry, it's for the better anyway, I'm a bit rough on my weapons." She somehow blushes a little. [This brings love your weapon to a whole new level. ]

"So what would you like for me to become?" She asked.

"Can you be a gun?"

"No only melee weapons, scepters, or the like" She quickly answers.

" Is that the truth or do you just wanna collide against other things," He asked skeptically.

"It's the truth, my god!" She shouts offended.

There's only one thing that comes to mind, "Then can you turn into a Ka-bar?"

"Whats a Ka-bar?" He sighs and draws one on the ground with his claw. She sees it and looks at him like he's completely retarded "Why don't you let me modify it?"

"Fine, but if you become something stupid I'll leave you in that dumpster." He threatens as he points to the dumpster with mannequin legs sticking out.

"Yeah, yeah don't worry I keept your little Ka-bar in mind." Lights form as the liquid metal floats too. He has to look away.

When he feels that the light is gone, he turns around to see a pair of silver tactical gloves with knuckles. "Dumb b- I already have gloves!"

"Please, they won't even protect you from your own claws." She said pointing to his fisted hands. Indeed, his claws had pierced the gloves and are now in his palm. Letting his blood drop.

"You got me, but why aren't they fingerless? You know claws and all that."

"Just equip me and you'll find out just how special I am," She said playfully. He took a deep breath calming himself and did as she said. His claws went through the small opening at the fingertips, it fits perfectly.

"Okay, I'm impressed but didn't you say you'll keep the Ba-kar in mind"

She laughs proudly "I have kept it in mind, I have made a scabbard for it " She floats to a scabbard attached to the left glove.

"You know, a scabbard should be made of leather and not metal." He points out, but he is pleased the scabbard is on his forearm and not underarm.

"You always find a thing to complain about, don't you?"

Shrugging he ventured out. "Whatever, go inside my gloves or yourself. I want out of this stinking ally."

"No, I need a new name," she demanded as she crossed her arms.

"Your name is Abigail and I'll call you Abby for short, now get inside the gloves."

"That was quick."

"You remind me of a bitch I used to love..." As soon as he said it he wondered why. Why the fuck did he share that.

She went inside happy and he finally could go out of the alleyway, but the streets weren't any better it was littered with corpses of demons. He spotted a demon slumped against a wall, it had a really nice dark brown overcoat on.

He looked around and saw other demons fighting over the dead demons' possessions. He went to the demon and lifted it up by the neck. He was surprised by his own strength. He pulled the overcoat when he had it in his hands he could feel it was leather and of great quality of that. He put it on, the overcoat reached just under his knees and there was only dripping blood on the lover part of the overcoat. The sleeve hid the scabbard which was a big plus.

He checks the pockets of the overcoat as he walks down the street, making sure to avoid stepping on corpses, and found a big stack of 20 USD and a small bag of white powder. He quickly put the money and bag back into his pockets.

He didn't even question it. at this point the hell seemed like a shittier version of Earth.

He walked down the street, and the streets have become lively. He tried not to stare at demons and if he got caught they would simply shout him off. A bar caught his attention, it was the only open store as far as he could see.

"Hey handsome, come into the Devil's tomb or... you could cum into me." A female demon in a skimpy outfit said with a wink. He pondered for a moment. She did have a nice hourglass figure, but he wasn't too into the whole demon part, her horns, catlike eyes, and demon tail... Did he just consider to get a hooker? On his first day at that.

"Maybe later, right now I need something strong." He said.

"Well... that's too bad. I'll show you the way." She said and grabbed his arm between her boobs.

"Is there always this good service at this place." He asks as they walk.

"Of course, but you are getting special treatment." She sweetly whispers in his ear.

He doesn't know why but he's getting pretty excited over so little, maybe it is an ability female demons have. He looks around, it is pretty lively with lots of entertainment, pool, cards, and bar girls.

"Any preferred places to drink?" She asks.

"Yeah, the bar."

They reach the bar with a flaming bartender. He sits down and pulls two Jacksons out and places them between the breasts of the female demon. She looks surprised at him.

"It's a tip for you and the would-be approaching workers. Do you know what I mean?"

Her expression changes to one of understanding, "Of course sir, I'll make sure you won't be approached by the girls."

"Thanks." He smiles at her, her cheeks redden to a darker red than her skin already is.

"Hey, Kenny his first drink is on me." The bartender nods. She ought to be the best bar girl, he has met or she is new to the job. Either way he would remember her if he ever wanted... Again.

"So what shall it be, gentleman." The bartender asks.

"A glass of Beluga." The bartender shakes his head. "Then Baikal" He shakes again. "Haski? What about Shustov."

"Eh, you from Russia?" A patrion interjects.

"Yeah, what's it to you?"

"Then let me order for you, I know just what you need." The customer confidently stated.

"I doubt that, so no" He answers.

"Don't be like that it's my treat." He heartily says.

"You can't treat me to something I'm already being treated too."

"Then your treated to two drinks." The man shrugs.

"Well, I don't say no to free drinks... mostly" He relents.

"One Devil will Cry no water." The demon ordered with a nasty smirk. The bartender looks at him for approval, and he nods.

"The drink once made The Devil cry or something?" He asks.

"There hasn't been a single demon that hasn't cried from pain. Getting cold feet?" The demon asks mockingly.

"Fuck You, I'll make sure it's gonna need a new name."

"Haha, that's the spirit." The demon laughs. He noticed that the demons nearby seems to be looking his way. The bartender stills a whiskey glass with a small amount of black liquid. Now every demon even the bar girls stare and do not even hide it.

He is getting doubts now and closes his eyes. "Not gonna drink?" The demon asks after a few seconds. A few seconds was all he needed to make a thin layer of ice inside his throat all the way to his stomach. Its remarkable how a few hours can do for oneself.

"If I die, I'm gonna haunt your ass," He says to the demon that ordered the drink. Some demon girls chuckled, not cute at all. He downed the drink and hell did it burn even through the ice layer, but he didn't cry. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh," He said in a very crude, satisfied voice. It tasted horrible but when one wanna drink Vodka it's not for the taste.

He began hearing the other customer demons curse in amazement. "What's your name?" The demon who brought the drink asked. At this point, the demon was pretty much entitled to know his name.

"Mason."

"Well then, Mason, your gonna be fucking wasted. Every drink for the rest of the day is on the house!" The Demon said. Mason looked at the bartender and he nodded.

A giant smile came across his face. "Bring me a bottle of whatever is equivalent to vodka, I don't care if it's expensive or not."

"Bring him one of the more expensive ones." The demon next to Mason said to the bartender. The bartender nodded, pulled up a new whiskey glass and a golden bottle, and poured it half full.

"Who are you?" Mason asked, it's obvious the demon isn't a nobody.

"I'm Jayson, the owner of this bar." Mason was a bit surprised, but also very pleased, he has a great chance to make a good ally. He doesn't know shit in hell, but surely Jayson does.

"Well, I can honestly say, it's nice to meet ya," Mason says and holds his drink out.

"Same. Cheers." Jayson returns the gesture.

"I'm gonna need it, I only just arrived before the extermination," Mason confessed.

"Holy shit!" Jayson takes a look at Mason. " I would dare say it did you a favor."

"Perhaps, but I still need an experienced guy to give heads-ups." Mason looks at Jayson with one eyebrow lifted.

"Don't worry, I'll show you the ropes. It's not every day one meets a handsome fellow like you."

"That would be appreciated," Mason says as he downs the clear liquid and pours some more. He takes a moment to enjoy the drink. It burns a bit and has a nice aftertaste, taking a proper look at the bottle.

"What the- this is a Standard Russian, that's produced on earth." Mason looks askingly at Jayson.

"There are just some demons and spells that can make portals to earth. Anyway, there's 666 news." Jayson answers and turns the volume on a tv up. "That's the only news channel in Hell, every other news channel was destroyed by them, literally."

"Can't see how that could go wrong," Mason said sarcastically.

"It's not like that anymore, unless you don't mind pissing off bigshots," Jayson smirks.

"Who are the big shots?" Mason asks currious.

"The only one you need to watch out for is Alister," Jayson says darkly. "He doesn't have a domain but is an overlord none the less. Anyway, we need to sort you out."

"Yeah, I need a job, money is the root of all problems," Mason states downing his vodka with praticed ease.

"I reckon that shouldn't be a problem for you. You could be a model with or a cocksman if you wanna get dirty, not that being a model is totally clean. And it would lead you to be acquainted with an overlord"

"Am I really that good-looking?" Mason asks unconvinced.

"Yeah, you are the most human-like demon I have seen and a handsome human I might add."

"If you say so then I need to find a place-" Mason stops as he hears someone beginning to sing. It's coming from the tv. "Who is that."

"That's the princess of hell," Jayson says as he takes a sip.

"She-" Mason stops himself, from saying what's on his mind. He doesn't wanna destroy the small friendship he has build with Jayson by saying she looks like a female clown, he doesn't know if the demons adore the princess. He takes a mouthful from his drink.

When she finishes her song everybody laughs and ridicules her. But Mason doesn't. What she sang about is exactly what he's looking for, the killer angel didn't neglect the thought of redemption. Maybe it's like religion you just need unconditional faith as stupid as it is, but that will have to wait. It's about 1 am and he can begin his redemption later and visit the Happy Hotel.

"Jayson, I'm gonna drink the bar dry, just you watch," Mason shouts.

"Watch? Fuck that, I'll help you."