AN: This chapter was going to be longer, but work has been a bit busy due to a new project I am part of. So I'm splitting the assault into two chapters. More to come later this week.

Disclaimer: I do not own Helluva Boss or Hazbin Hotel

It was said that when God created the Heavens and Earth, all that was corrupted and improper for creation became what was known as Hell. There was chaos as energies took shape and morphed beyond recognition until the first demon, Satan, took from and began to teach other demons into becoming strong and powerful. He soon became the First True King of Hell, and all other demons worshiped him as a God. However, Satan saw the blessings of Heaven and Earth with jealousy. So he led the forces of darkness against the forces of light to rule over them all. The First War, as it was called, was said to be a war that had never been matched by any other action in the history of existence. This was during the time that Lucifer was still God's favorite angel and loyal to him. Together with Micheal the Archangel, the two managed to lead Heaven's forces in triumph against the demonic powers. Satan himself was personally slain by God, and his remains were used to create the foundation of the nine rings of Hell.

From there, the Goetia took over, nobles who once served the first King and now sought power to become the next one with a series of alliances, wars, and marriages. That was until Lucifer himself, fallen from grace due to his failed rebellion, was banished to Hell. With his power and tactical genius, the Morning Star soon united Hell under his rule, thus becoming the Second True King of Hell. Yet even after he took control, there were still endless wars, rebellions, and conflicts that had prevented Hell from being as united as it once was under the rule of Satan.

Octavia had never been born in war nor had seen one. Her father had been in a few, and he always considered them to be awful. If she was honest, she didn't like violence. A rare trait to see in a demon. Perhaps it was because she had been born into a privileged life, but Octavia had always thought those seeing a fight were fools when one could do something else with their time. It took losing her father for Octavia to finally understand why some people want to fight. Especially when it came to avenging someone you lost.

They should be starting soon, Octavia thought to herself as she rested on her living room couch with a warm cup of tea in one hand and her cell phone in the other. Blitzo and his team would be attacking the part of the group that had killed her father, and he promised to let her know when it was over. I should be there. I should be avenging his death. I am his daughter.

However, this was for the best. While Octavia may have been talented in fencing and magic, she was nowhere near the killing experience as other demons, including the I.M.P crew. All she could do was fund and help them in what ways she could while praying that her father, wherever he was, could forgive her for not personally avenging him.

She looked at the moon outside her wide-open window and sipped her tea. Despite Octavia telling Stella about the operation, her mother had gone out again to be with Prince Sitri, who had been her lover for a few months now, and left Octavia on her own. Not that she minded. In all honesty, every time they tried to talk, it was done coldly or in an argument. Octavia knew that she couldn't be like this, especially since they were family, but the horrible truth was that there was no connection between them. Octavia knew she was always closer to her father, but she always thought there was something between her mother and herself. But no, they had a barrier between them that neither knew how to deal with.

Sighing, Octavia closed her eyes and hoped that Blitzo and the others would be okay so she could relax and focus more on dealing with her mother. She wasn't ready to give up on her. Not yet.

The cold breeze of the evening was enough to make you chilly regardless of how bundled you were. For Alan, a green-skinned sinner with satyr hooves and horns covered in barbed wire, it still surprised him that such a place customarily portrayed to be all fire and brimstone had seasons like fall. Then again, it was a surprise in general that he was even in Hell in the first place since he was an atheist and thought such sites were superficial nonsense. Well, the joke was on him in the end. After he got killed by the S.W.A.T. team during his eco-rebel group's attempt to blow up Texas's oil fields, he ended up here for the crime of terrorism and killing innocent people. Mass murder they called it. Cleansing the Earth of human scum was what he preferred.

"Say, Alan?" The sinner turned to his fellow guard for the evening, a short purple winged fly-headed demon with four extra arms that held two assault rifles. "Got any smokes? I forgot to buy some at the corner shop today."

"Nah, I don't smoke," Alan said, shaking his head.

"Seriously? You don't drink, the only drug you take is pot, and, as far as I know, you haven't gotten laid, and that freak Lazara has done everyone in this group," he looked at him with his insect eyes and curved his head. "Do you have any vices, dude?"

"It's just part of my habit, okay," Alan said, rubbing the back of his head. "Back when I was human, I hated cigarette companies because they were always cutting down trees to make that shit. Plus, humans always throw away the butts and empty beer bottles everywhere like the pollutant scum they are, so I've always been disgusted by such things. As for having sex, I decided not to ever have any kids. The world was already overpopulated, so I pushed aside any desires, so there were fewer humans on Earth."

"But you're not on Earth, Alan," The insect demon pointed out. "You're in Hell."

"Yeah, for some bullshit reason," Alan muttered. What was even more of a joke was that God decided to send him here even though all he did was try to save the planet from humanity. So what if his bombs ended up killing a few dozen people? They were the bad guys who were sucking the life out of the planet and killing nature. He was the one trying to save it! But no, the asshole up there cares more about humans than the actual Earth. Well, fuck him too. This is why I never listened to that Bible shit.

"So, why did you join? I did it 'cause that asshole Radio Demon, Alastor, managed to get to Heaven despite screwing so many people here in Hell. I just want to get back at him, and I figured wiping out Charlie and her shitty project would be it."

Alan stared at the insect before sighing. "Because Hell is no different from Earth. It has overpopulation, pollution, corruption, and the worst part of it is that nobody even cares! All my fellow comrades from Earth are either getting drunk and high off their asses or actually taking part in the Hazbin Hotel system to get into Heaven. The former is disgusting because they think all we did was a waste of time and worthless. Our reward for saving the Earth was to rot in here by some old fart who thinks that he can do whatever he wants with all that power he has! What right gives him to have that power and not the people! The latter group of my so-called friends is more disgusting to me. Trying to get to heaven means admitting that our methods are wrong, and I refuse to believe that," Alan grumbled as he glared downward. "It's just like back h2ome on Earth. Nobody can see how much suffering we're causing for our world because they're fat and lazy sheep being used by the elite to keep them rich while everything around them burns. Far as I am concerned, Heaven is the elite that continues to push the common man, Hell, down. That's why I am fighting."

"Still an activist's way of thinking, huh? Isn't that what got you killed in the first place?" The fly demon pointed out.

"Maybe, but it's the reason I'm sticking with it even if I end up dea-" A silenced gunshot went right through Alan's head which burst his right frontal lobe open. He went down in seconds, and his essence slowly faded into the dirt as the angelic bullet ended his life permanently.

"What the-" The other demon didn't get a chance to respond fast enough as two more silenced shots, both in the face, shut him down and put him out for good.

A minute later, Blitzo and Loona hurried over and removed the bodies before the former started to break the lock open with a mini-torch as Loona kept him covered. "Come on, already."

"One second, and...there!" Blitzo said as he slowly opened the gate just far enough for him and the hellhound to squeeze through.

Holding their silenced FN SCAR's, the father and daughter duo swept the entrance before noticing the guard tower nearby on the right side of the base. Blitzo motioned for his daughter to head over there while he made his way to the security station nearby. Sneaking towards the tower, Loona slowly climbed up the staircase as carefully as possible to make little noise. The sound of a tv being played got louder the higher she went up. When she poked her head up, she saw a female imp watching some late-night tv on a small tablet in her hands as she rested on a chair with her back turned.

The imp didn't even notice Loona sneaking behind her or drawing her angel steeled combat knife before shoving it straight into her neck while covering her mouth with her free paw. The female imp struggled for a bit before her eyes rolled at the back of her head, and she went limp. Loona cleaned her knife before letting the body drop. Usually, she would have just dug her fangs deep into her target's throat and ripped it out, but Blitzo made it clear that every kill needed to be made with an angel steeled bullet or knife. He wanted these fuckers dead and never coming back.

Taking off her night-vision goggles, Loona clicked the radio on her ear. "Tower's clear, Blitz."

"Roger. Took out three guys in the security station," Blitzo answered on the other line. "I'm shutting down the cameras. Moxxie, you ready?"

"I'm in position."

"Millie?"

"One sec, I got two noisy fellas to deal with."

Ben swore that if he had to listen to his nagging hellcat yap anymore, he was going to fire his gun in his face and claim it was a training accident. The burning-skinned feline with two orange tails continued to go on about how awesome he was going to be in tomorrow's mission of wiping out one of the Hazbin Hotels they had been planning to raid on for a week. Ever since their group successfully assassinated Princes Stolas, they had the talk among the various other cells for their fantastic achievement. While it was a shame that the sniper who did it was dead, he was a hero in his eyes. The red-eyed black rabbit paused upon hearing a sound from the other end of the weapons storage facility and held his hand up to shut his partner.

"Hold up, Leo. I heard something?" Ben said, narrowing his eyes. His ears twitched as he tried to use his enhanced hearing but got nothing. "Hear anything?"

"No," Leo said, snorting. "Dude, you're just tripping. I don't hear shit."

"Just go check it out," Ben ordered, nodding to the other side.

"Why the fuck do I have to?" Leo asked, raising his eyebrow.

"Because if you don't, I'll tell August who's been putting hairballs in the toilet and clogging it up," Ben warned with a smirk.

After flipping the bird to the demonic rabbit, Leo marched forward, where he walked past a few crates before turning behind one of the larger vehicles they had kept for storage. Once he turned past it, however, there was a gurgling sound before the sound of something dropping to the floor. Ben held his breath before waiting to hear something else, but nothing came. "L-Leo?"

There was no answer. Ben looked behind him where the exit door was and wondered if he should go get help, but in the end, he turned the direction Leo went to and started following with his MP5 raised. "Leo? You there? Answer me?"

Gulping, Ben turned the safety off and was just about to turn the corner when he felt his shoe step in something. He slowly looked down and saw that a pool of red liquid was slowly forming from around the corner of the truck. Gasping, Ben turned around and felt his heart freeze upon seeing Leo lying there with his throat slit and his eyes wide open yet without life. Ben stepped forward only to feel a sharp pain in his stomach. The sharp object tore it open, spilling out his stomach acid that started to eat his insides as blood and saliva dripped out of his mouth.

Looking down, he saw a sharp dagger made out of shiny white-silverish metal rammed into his gut. It quickly slid out before twisting in the air and aimed upward for his chin. Ben barely had time to feel the blade slide through his jaw and into his brain, which shut down everything in his body the moment its lobes were split. His essence soon left his body, and Ben collapsed onto the floor as well, joining Leo in permanent death while his bowels were released in his pants.

Millie wiped away her blade before contacting her boss. "Okay, we're clear here. Going to set up our little surprise. Won't be too long."

"Nice work, Millie," Blitzo said as he closed the door behind him while flickering a bit of the brain matter from one of the dead guards off his body armor. "Alright, Loona, blow them away."

"Fuck yeah."

A second later, Blitzo watched with satisfaction as the plastic explosives he planted earlier blew up the entire hanger area for the group's vehicles that were lit up like the Fourth of July. The smell of burned metal, inflamed gas, and ruined flesh for those unfortunate enough to be trapped inside whisked into the air. Blitzo took a big sniff of it and felt the satisfaction of chaos bursting within. "Fuck yeah, I'm touching myself tonight."

"Didn't need to hear that, Boss."

Naturally, this explosion woke up the entire base as an alert siren went off. Getting his assault rifle ready, Blitzo positioned himself around the corner of the security building and watched as the barracks were emptying themselves of confused demons. Aiming with his scope, Blitzo started firing into the crowds, followed by Loona from her spot on the tower. Keeping his shots in small controlled bursts, Blitzo downed demon after demon with their limbs, organs, and heads burst into piles of mush as their blood spilled into the air. Each pull of the trigger reminded him of Stolas' image from the smiling and warm glow he would give Blitzo at night in bed to the painful and dying expressions at the hotel.

Blitzo soon ran out of his first clip and switched for a second. The absolute worst of it all was that he never saw his final expression or heard his last words. He never told Stolas just how much he loved him. How that damn bird demon became the one demon in all of Hell to win his hearts. He would give anything to go back in time and tell Stolas how he felt in the end instead of letting the excuses in his head held him back.

The best he could do was avenge his death by killing them. Killing them all.

Blitzo wasn't stupid. Four armed assassins couldn't so many armed demons who were training for Satan knows what. At least in a frontal assault. However, if there was one thing that Blitzo learned in all his years as a killer, it was that with the proper preparation, ambush, and positioning, you could kill an entry army with as few people as possible.

Blitzo continued to fire into the crowd while hearing shots from Moxxie up on the roof, taking out more targets. Some of the demons with wings tried to escape into the air, but Moxxie wasn't their best shooter in the company for nothing. He shot them all down as if they were wounded one-winged ducks. The power of his M24, combined with night vision scope, had blasted each head off so well that it was seeing an invisible blade cut the skull from the neck. Meanwhile, Loona continued to fire from her elevated location, blasting with automatic fire that saw the rebels' lines go down. Blitzo could still remember the first time he taught Loona how to use a gun when she was a little girl and how funny it was seeing her get knocked off her feet each time she fired. Now she was daddy's little killing machine, and Blitzo couldn't be more proud of her. The best part of this assault was that every bullet used was coaxed in angel metal to send them all to the void. Eventually, the suckers wised up and started heading back into the barracks for cover.

"Figures they'd use their brains eventually," Blitzo snorted as he spoke to his teammates. "Alright, let's sweep them up, Loonie. You take your side, and I'll take mine. Moxxie, keep us covered."

"Roger."

"Millie, you set?"

"Yup. They're coming in now."

"Move to the weapon storage unit! Get the guns! We're under attack!" shouted Asamil as she urged her squad to hurry it up. Like everyone else, she was startled out of her bed when she heard the explosions, and Kern later pressing the alert button. In hindsight, running outside was a stupid move as the enemy had started picking them off one by one.

They had no idea who was attacking them, and she tried to get her squad organized, but seeing a good dozen or so of their men and women getting shot down from who knows how many shooters had already sent them into a panic. Some started shooting in all directions while others took to fleeing in various directions. Asamil tried to fly up and get a better view, but several other flying demons got shot down by a sniper on the way up; a good one too, because they were all killing shots.

Then there was the smell. The smell that Asamil would never forget as long as she lived. The smell of heavenly blessed gunpowder. Like all Fallen descendants, her family rebelled against Heaven eons ago, but she had been born in Hell long afterward. She never once cared about the War against Heaven until Exterminators came and wiped out her family in a single night. That was when she swore that she would see all of Heaven burn for her loss and deny them anything. Even redeeming souls.

The fallen angel cursed as she kept herself low to the ground with her black wings. Bad enough she was flying around naked for the soldiers to see her albino skinned ass, but they were only equipped with their basic guns instead of the heavy shit. Once the gunfire started to slow down, she ordered her group to rush to the storage unit to get proper gear to fight back.

One of the hellhounds in her unit tried moving the gate upon reaching it, but it wouldn't budge. "It's jammed!"

"Move it, dog breath!" Asamil shouted as her hands glowed and her red eyes started emanating wisps of darkness. She fired her dark powers at the lock and burst it open. Grinning, she telepathically lifted the door open. "Okay! Get armed and..."

Her eyes widened upon seeing what lay before her. Two turret guns that they had ordered a while ago were aiming at her and her group. Sitting on a crate and holding the controls to them was a female imp demon who was waving at her with a cheerful smile before she flicked a switch. Seconds later, both turret guns laid waste their high caliber ammo on her and those unfortunate enough to be in front of the opening gate.

Asamil had summoned a magical shield, but her eyes went wide when the bullets tore it apart in seconds, and she realized that these two were also angelic caliber loaded guns. She barely had time to curse that the last thing she would smell was the damn heavenly scent before joining the rest of her comrades in the eternal darkness.

War and battle were in Kern's blood. From the very formation of Hell itself, his entire family had fought in every war the pentagram had ever known, from First War to the Second Hell Civil War. Kern has been proud to serve the Legions when he was old enough and rose through the ranks on his own merit with the pride of serving his kind. That was until King Lucifer officially recognized the Hazbin Hotel system rather than just pretend it didn't exist.

All it took was for that bitch Charlie to actually cause a few souls to be redeemed for the first time in years, including the Radio Demon of all damned people. Once Heaven had given their approval for the system, Lucifer formally announced his support for the program. Kern had been taught a long time ago to hate Heaven and all of its ways. God was a dictator who pushed his weight around on those who dare speak out against him or try something different while condemning those who choose to follow their own laws rather than his laws. Angels and Demons were enemies since creation itself when Hell was initially designed to be a place for all the world's corruption to have a home. It only became the prisoner of evil souls who would need to redeem themselves to earn Heaven later on thanks to that Garden of Eden scenario.

Be it before or after the rule of Lucifer, Heaven had, and always will be, Hell's enemy.

And Princess Charlie was willing to work with them to save the souls of the damned, be it sinner or hell-born. That was treason and betrayal in Kern's eyes and many others he knew personally in the Legions. Only he had the balls to resign in disgust and join a proper organization dedicated to ending this weakness and dishonor upon Satan himself. Sure, these were mostly not soldiers he was leading, and he was being funded by some beings he personally hated, but that was war.

The moment he heard the explosion Kern went right into the action and put the entire base on full alert. Not that it helped much as he saw, from his office building, his men get ambushed and slaughtered. Cursing, he sent a warning for all their men to take shelter and hold up until they could assess the situation with an order to shoot anyone who is not part of their group. Arming himself with a black and red-styled Desert Eagle, Kern marched out of his room where he saw his best men arming themselves down below on the second and first floor. "I want all the exits covered! Get in contact with the other cells and let them know we're under attack! Get someone to the computer servers! Wipe everything down!"

"Who's attacking us, Sir?" A white velociraptor-looking figure with yellow eyes and black spots asked. He was putting on his body armor while a Benelli M4 was being held with his tail.

"No idea, Vigo," Kern answered as he spat on the ground. "Could be local police, or it could be the Imperial Guard. Either way, we stand our ground."

"Sir, we just got a call," an imp shouted as he rushed over with a cellphone.

Kern grumbled and took the cellphone. "What do you want?! This is a bad time to make a call!"

"I know who's attacking you."

Kern's eyes widened. "Tell me."

"Apparently, the rumors of Prince Stolas having an imp lover were true. His name is Blitzo, and he's the head of the Immediate Murder Professionals. They're an assassination team that takes out targets primarily in the human world, but they've been known to take targets in the demon world too. They are only four of them, but they are not to be underestimated."

"I see..." Kern grumbled as he felt humiliated that only four demons were doing this to him. "We'll take care of it."

"Remember, no prisoners must be taken alive, and any information connecting you to us must be eliminated. Your family will pay the price if you do not."

The call ended, and Kern closed his eyes before crushing the phone in his grip.