AN: So, first things first. I want to thank everyone on twitter who suggested various songs for the battles in this chapter. Unfortunately, none of them really spoke to me for what I wanted when I was writing this so I decided to try and search on my own when I remembered one song that I really liked and used a remix version of it. The other one I found by accident and thought it would work.
Again, I do thank you guys for your suggestions, even if I didn't use them, but if I ever need another rave song again I'll be sure to look back at the ones you all suggested and see if any of them work.
Enjoy the chapter!
Well, I've been in worse scenarios before, Blitzo thought as he looked at all the armed demons aiming in his direction. Every floor had a number of gunmen pointing their weapons at him in the club. A club that had been now voided of its workers and customers, which left it only filled with Valentino and Vox's goons carrying machine guns, shotguns, and pistols. All while Blitzo had in his hands was his one M1911 pistol. Granted, I can't think of one right now, but I'm sure I've had worse.
"So, you're the one who's been causing so much ruckus down below." Blitzo turned his gaze to the biggest monitor screen by the club's stage where Valentino's face appeared, smoking a cigar and looking annoyed as if he got a bug bite. "So who sent you? Overlord Kai? Don James? President Mlavier? Or are you just another wounded party that's come for revenge because someone close to you got fucked over by me?"
"Name's Blitz, the 'o' is silent," the imp answered while glaring at the screen of the moth man. "And the reason I'm here is that I need your sorry ass for information before I kill you."
"Blitz...Blitz-O..." Valentino appeared to be in deep thought for a bit before snapping his fingers. "Now I remember. You're that guy who has that business where you're able to kill humans back on Earth. I would have taken your services if it wasn't for the fact that Prince Stolas was your main backer. Huh, I heard you and your employees all died or some shit."
"What can I say? I'm dead one minute and alive the next. It keeps my enemies on their toes," Blitzo replied with a shrug.
"Yeah, well, I'm afraid I'll just be correcting that little misinformation by making sure you're dead here and now," Valentino said before taking a few puffs of his cigar and rubbing his chin. "Or...you could work for me?"
"Pardon?" Blitzo asked, raising his eyebrow.
"You obviously have some skill to be able to kill all those guards of mine down below. Not to mention you've got a pretty good rep for an assassin," Valentino replied, grinning. "Plus, if you still have the means to get to the human world, I could make a fucking killing doing shit up there. I'll make sure you have a very high place in my organization. So what do you say?"
"...I say take that cigar and shove it up your pussy," Blitzo spat in disgust. "I saw what you did down there. Even if I wasn't here to mess you up, which I am very much going to do, I wouldn't work for you even if you were the king of fucking Hell itself. I've seen plenty of shitty people in my life, Valentino, but you? You are really up there as cream of the crop, and I'm going to exterminate you so badly that it's going to be remembered for the next one thousand years."
"Seriously? What are you? A moron? I've given you the opportunity of a lifetime. What could be more important than money and power?"
"Avenging someone you love, dipshit," Blitzo started with a scoff. "Not that a heartless prick like you would understand love."
Rolling his eyes, Valentino waved his hand. "Ugh, forget it. I'm bored of this bitch. Kill him."
(Begin Playing: Blue Stahli - Anti You (Red Online Remix))
However, just before any of the guards could fire, the stage lights suddenly came on as the back of the stage slowly started to open up. A musical remix began to play as smoke came out of the opening along with a large metal stripper pole. Hooked onto it was a familiar spider angel with wings and halo that held not four of the quadruple barreled guns he had earlier but instead white and golden mini-rocket launchers in each hand. He rested on the pole, taking in a few breaths as his eyes were closed. It was such a familiar feeling to him. How he once stood on a stage like this. A piece of meat for others to look at him and jeer him on as he played to their lust and desires. He personally did like the dancing, but it always felt wrong back then. Now he would dance one more time. But this time, it was going to be a dance of death.
Valentino, still on the screen, had his eyes widened upon seeing Angel appear before him. His shock soon turned to utter rage as his wings flared out and his cigar lit up into ashes from the intensity of his demonic aura flooding the VIP room. He then uttered one word with such file and hatred that even saying his name made his blood pressure rise twice as high."
"Angel Dust..."
Angel turned to his former boss on the screen, winked at him. "It's just Angel, Val. Sit your ass down and enjoy the shows."
And then he went to work.
Angel latched his rear legs to the pole while firing all four rocket launchers in different directions. Every one of Val and Vox's goons screamed and ducked for cover as the club was rocked from the impacts of the four missiles that took out half of the number of enemies in a single blow. Blitzo wasted no time and rushed forward, shooting two of the stunned guards in the head before grabbing both of their MP5's. Sliding on the nearby bar table, Blitzo fired the machine guns in two directions while a few guards remembered their jobs and fired at him but missed and only hit the bottles behind him.
Blitzo, however, had better aim as he took out a number of the guards—he didn't bother counting—before reaching the end of the bar, where he jumped up into the air. Ditching the empty guns while in flight, the imp landed on a dazed tiger demon and wrapped his legs around his neck before drawing out two M1911's. The tiger demon spun around, trying to get him off, which only helped Blitzo aim his pistols and fire off at other guards. Each shot taking another sucker down as Blitzo's ride continued to run around in a vain attempt to knock him off.
A few tried to aim at the imp from a distance, but their heads were blown off by Angel on stage. While firing he, twirled and spun on the pole like the flexible acrobatic master that he was. He turned his guns back to their original form and shot them while continuing his pole dance. What had been used to seduce the hearts of demons was now the means to send them to their final deaths as multiple demons on all floors were shot dead, and their essences soon filled the club before disappearing into the ground of Hell itself.
Blitzo eventually got tired of spinning around like a teacup ride at Disneyland and fired a single shot into the tiger demon's head before flipping off. He then rushed towards one of the columns leading upward and started to climb it thanks to his sharp claws, skittering around like a giant lizard to avoid potshots from the demonic guards on all levels. Angel soon stopped those potshots, flipping off the pole and spreading his wings before he could land. He flew like a bird of prey and proceeded to cover Blitzo with his guns, getting their attention before they were sent to oblivion.
They tried to shoot the angel down, but he was too quick for them to even target. It also didn't help that Angel would shoot out a web of sparkly white fluid that wrapped around them whenever he was close enough. At first, it was sticky and hard to move, but soon it began white-hot like the burning stars of the heavens themselves. They screamed in agony before their flesh and bones were melted into piles of goo. Once he reached the second floor, Blitzo quickly raised his gun to continue firing, only to find most of the demons on this floor already dead.
"Damnit, save some for me!" BLitzo cried out before he narrowly got hit by a bullet. He flipped up a table and took cover as three imps started firing at him from a few feet across from him.
Meanwhile, the remaining club security guards gathered towards the dance floor and tried to attack Angel from the air with a combination of gunfire and spells. Flipping in the air, Angel dived bombed straight to the center with his hands glowing. Sensing the divine energy, the frightened demons fired even faster, but their bullets bounced off a white energy shield emitting from the redeemed sinner's halo.
With a whisper in Latin, Angel landed hard on the floor and spread his arms out. A wave of pure angelic energy emaciated from his hands that rushed out like a ring. Every demon was hit with it on the club's first floor before instantly turning to ash with nothing but their clothes and guns left behind. Sitting up, Angel turned to the VIP room. Where Valentino was fuming with utter contempt at Angel, who gave an equally returned glare and a flip of the bird.
There was much that needed to be said between the former master and sex slave. Yet, just by looking into the eyes of each other was enough. A lifetime of pain, suffering, and sorrow was vibrant in Angel's eyes before replacing them with a cold, steely glare that promised one thing only: retribution.
"Call everyone," Valentino as he turned away from the glass and growled at Vox, who was surprised.
"Everyone?"
"EVERYONE!"
Blitzo reloaded his pistol while wondering just how fucking long it was going to take for these idiots to run out on their clips. God or Satan seemed to have heard his wish as the bullets soon stopped, and Blitzo ran out of his cover. He fired a few shots at the guards, killing one of them, a female, while the others took cover, but Blitzo didn't care about this one bit. He rushed over and punched one in the face, a male imp, before spinning, kicking the other female into the wall nearby. The first imp then tried to attack him with a few punches and kicks, but Blitzo quickly blocked them before grabbing a kick before shooting the devil in the other leg, which forced them down. While still holding the non-shot leg, Blitzo forced it upward with a powerful jolt, breaking the femoral neck of the femur bone. The imp screamed in agony as Blitzo wrapped the leg around his neck, lifted him up, and threw him down to the first floor, where he landed headfirst into a table.
The female imp pulled out a knife and charged, but Blitzo easily dodged left while grabbing the charging guard by the hair and slammed her forehead against the railing. He then hit the butt of his pistol into her neck so hard a large crack could be heard that made her eyes widen and a silent scream emit from her mouth. She clutched her neck in desperation, but a shot to the temple ended her pain.
Angel was about to move back on the first floor when the doors opened, revealing more armed guards that took positions and aimed at the winged spider. Still, Angel didn't appear to have a single ounce of fear on his face. So many laser pointers were aimed at him that he looked like he had developed chickenpox. Instead, he merely grinned and allowed them to fire at him as the halo above Angel's head glowed. However, instead of becoming swiss cheese, a white energy shield of holy energy surrounded the angel. The bullets were defected easily, with Angel just looking at his watch as hellfire was unleashed to no avail. Once the sound of empty clips was heard, Angel merely winked. "My turn, boys."
In less than a second, Angel appeared before the swarm of shocked guards and shot the first four in their faces with his pistols. He then jumped forward and kicked one back before using that to flip over and land on the floor. Spinning around like a ballet dancer, Angel fired shot after shot without stopping, thanks to the blessings of Heaven's technology allowing infinite ammo. It really did pay to play for the good guys.
Demon after demon was shot down, their blood and organs spilling all over as their essences faded into oblivion. Some tired reloading fast enough to shoot back, but they were shot before getting one bullet out. Others tried to engage in close combat with their claws, teeth, or melee weapons, but Angel proved to be deadly up close as well. Whenever a demon was too close, a long sharp stinger blade would emit from his hands that Angel would use to stab or slice a limb off.
One giant muscled bound demon tried squeezing him in a tight bear hug only for Angel to use his free hands to summon stinger blades to stab him in the ears, then in the chest, and finally called a stinger from one of his legs to get him in the crotch. Needless to say, it wasn't a fun way to die and only encouraged the smarter ones to flee for their lives. Sure, some of them were scared of what Valentino would do to them, but most were hoping he would be dead by the day's end thanks to this angel and his buddy imp assassin.
Speaking of which, Blitzo had taken cover under one of the bars where four armed guards, two imps and two sinner demons, were firing at him. Grabbing one of the alcohol bottles, Blitzo opened it up (took a few gulps) and then ripped a part of his jeans off to make a homemade molotov cocktail. Lighting it up, he threw it at the four who took cover as the flames began to spread around, but they were far enough to avoid it. However, that was all a distraction.
Blitzo jumped from the flames, armed with a bottle of vodka each, and slammed both on the two sinner demons. The poor saps clutched their heads in pain before getting gutted in the stomach by the broken bottles. Blitzo then used the bottle barrels to pull them behind them, which led to them falling into the fires they could barely avoid in the first place. Thanks to being drenched in alcohol, they were immediately lit aflame and screamed until their dying breaths.
The other two, the imps, tried firing at Blitzo, but he was a quicker draw and fired both of his M1911's into their chests a few times before they fell to their knees. Twirling his guns in his hands, Blitzo did once fancy spin for dramatic effect and shot them each in the head simultaneously. Because if you were going to kill people in a cool way, you might as well finish them in style.
Down below, Angel had finished off the rest of the guards as one tried weakly crawling away. Angel merely walked over, stomped his foot on his back, and fired right into his skull. He then looked upward to the top floor, where Valentino was watching him in silence.
(End Song Here)
Angel spread his wings and flew upwards to the VIP floor, where he looked at a growling Valentino and folded his arms. Smirking, he kissed the glass, which then shattered into a bunch of tiny shards. The two stared at each other as Angel landed inside the VIP room with a scoff. "Hey, Val? How's business? You're still trying to act like you got a big dick when you're half the man you really pretend to be?"
"Shut the fuck up, you little whore!" Valentino cried out. "I made you into a fucking star, and you do this to me?! You are, and always will be, my bitch, Angel Dust! My property! But I guess I was just too nice with you. I should have been much harsher in my dealings with you?"
"Harsher?!" Angel shouted as he got in Val's face. "You used me! Abused me like a piece of shit! I was raped by you! So many fucking times! I thought about just letting the exorcists fucking end me, so I didn't have to deal with a monster like you!"
"Don't blame me for all your fucking problems in life, Angel Dust!" Valentino scoffed as he pushed the angel away. "You were the one who signed the contract! You were the one who became a slut and drug addict long before I had my way with you! You were the one who pushed your old family away and treated everyone else as a toy just to hide your own pain! You used me as an excuse to abuse yourself just as much as you claimed I abused you!"
"...Yeah, I did," Angel replied, much to Val's surprise. Growling in shame, Angel shook his head and sighed. "I'm not an idiot, Val. You were the cause for many of my problems, but not all of them. The truth was I was just as fucked up before I met you. Even back when I was a human, I was a mess."
He then lifted his head and glared at the moth demon. "But I learned that the first step to changing yourself was to accept your faults and be better. I could have easily pinned every terrible thing about me on you, Valentino, but that wasn't enough. You weren't my worst enemy. It was me. Crossing that threshold was hard, but I did it, and now I'm redeemed and helping others like me get their chance of happiness and salvation."
He then took a deep sigh and shook his head before closing his eyes. "Which is why...and honestly, I don't want to do this...but I have to give you the offer." He then raised his hand and held it out. "Valentino. I'm offering you a chance to change."
"...the fuck?" Val whispered, eyebrow raised while looking dumbfounded.
"To be honest, I did just want to come here and help Blitz interrogate you. And then finally kill you once and for all," Angel replied before shaking his head. "But looking at you after all these years, as well as seeing how far you really have fallen? I look at you, and deep down, I see nothing more than a sad, lonely, and desperate man who never had anyone love him in his entire life. Not a single parent, friend, or even lover has really loved you, have they?"
Valentino said nothing but turned away while his fists were clenched so hard they were drawing blood. "Shut up. Why would you, of all people, even offer something like that to me?!"
"Hatred stirs up conflict, but love covers over all wrongs," Angel quoted before sighing. "I thought it was too late for me. Even Alastor thought it was too late for him. But look at us both? We're both angels of Heaven now. It's not too late for you if, but only if you-
"Are you fucking finished?!" Valentino shouted, spitting on the floor. "I'll sooner blow my own brains out than listen to this shit. Love? Forgiveness? That shit is worthless! Love doesn't make you rich! Forgiveness doesn't give you power! And I'm not giving up all I made down her just so I can please some fucking old fart and his cocksucking choir boys up there! Take that offer and shove it up to your ass, Angel! It's all you're good for, no matter if you have devil horns or a halo! You will always be a slut! A slut that I'll send back to Heaven in pieces before I go to that fucking Hazbin Hotel and kill everyone there! Maybe I'll even rape that little one-eyed bitch in her eyesocket before selling the footage online for free!"
A shot ran out, and Valentino was pushed back, screaming as he felt blood on his shoulder. "Y-You shot me?!"
"You will not even come fifty miles in front of Niffy. Or Husk. Or Charlie. Or Vaggie," Angel whispered with fury in his tone. "You will never EVER hurt my family again. You will never hurt anyone again!"
"Why?" Valentino chuckled before grinning. "Afraid they'll end up dead like your friend, Cherri Bomb? Still hasn't come back yet, huh? I doubt she'll be coming back for a long time after what I did with her."
"You motherfuck-"
Before Angel could finish, electric cables suddenly grabbed him and threw him into the air outside of the VIP room before the wave of dark electric bolts sent him further down. Cursing himself for forgetting a particular media demon was in the room, he looked up and saw Vox grinning down at him. "Val, get out of here. Back-up is on its way. I'll cancel this traitor's act once and for all."
Vox snapped his fingers as one of the monitors of the nearby TV screen levitated over to him, and he hopped onto it. Floating downward, he said, "You should have brought more back up than just one imp assassin, Angel Dust. You're dealing with two of the...well, I guess we're no longer the Three V's, but that's beside the point."
"You're right. I guess it is an unfair fight. For you guys anyway," Angel replied with a grin as he got back on his feet. "Listen Vox, I'm not after you. Neither is Blitz. We just want Valentino. So get out of here, or else Velvet's going to be the only one left of your little trio."
"Sorry, but I'm not going anywhere. After all, the show has to go on," Vox said as electrical currents flowed through his brain. He then pulled out a datapad and pressed a few buttons before some camera appeared out of the walls and ceiling that focused on the two of them. The monitors then started showing Angel and Vox as the former spread his arms out. "What's up fuckers! This is Vox coming to you live from our little club, The Static Box, here in sinner's paradise Pentagram City."
"Live TV? Seriously? Eh, I shouldn't be surprised," Angel said before he pulled out his compact makeup and started checking his looks. If he was going to be on TV, he needed to look his best.
"I'm sure everyone here knows about our friend here. Former porno star Angel Dust, now redeemed and working at the Hazbin Hotel," Vox introduced to which Angel smiled and gave a sultry grin at the cameras before kissing them. "And he's brought a friend with him. CEO of the I.M.P. organization and, not quite dead imp, Blitzo!"
"The 'o' is silent!" Blitzo shouted over the railing before realizing he was on TV. "Crap, there goes faking our deaths."
"So much for faking our deaths," Moxxie, in a butler uniform, muttered before passing five bucks to Loona at the bar. The three employees were on their break when the TVs started changing to show Vox, Angel, and Blitzo. "You think Blitz will be okay? I mean, this is an Overlord we're talking about."
"Dad will be fine," Loona said with a shrug as she shot down another glass of whisky. "It's not like he hasn't killed an Overlord before."
"Plus, Angel is with him," Husk said as he finished cleaning a glass and looked up at the TV screen. "And if there is one thing that boy loves to do, be it demon or angel, its makes a show out of himself."
"These two came here to exterminate me and my boyfriend, Valentino, but I'm afraid their sad little attempt is going to end in failure," Vox replied as he levitated closer to the main screens by the stage before snapping his fingers. Techno music started to play from the sound system. "So I'm going to broadcast their demise to all corners of the rings. To show why you don't mess with us."
(Begin Playing: Pokémon Sword & Shield - Gym Leader Battle Music [Hi-Tech Remix])
"Oh, please! What are you going to do?" Blitzo asked, leaning on the railing in boredom. "Make us watch Cop Rock?"
"Please, I'm not that evil!" Vox replied with a shiver before grinning. "You see, this entire club was my original design idea. And since my demonic powers allow me to control everything that is of my design..."
Angel quickly realized what Vox was talking about as his eyes widened before looking around. "Oh, crap."
"Oh crap, indeed," Vox replied as he pulled out a tablet and pressed a button. "Let's get this show on the road, fuckers!"
The entire club started to rumble as Blitzo and Angel looked around to see the screens flickering and the lights going on and off. The stage lights started glowing even brighter as Vox started laughing before his entire body became digitized bits of data and merged with the main screen as if he was being downloaded into the Matrix. A blue set of data waves began to spread across the entire club from floor to ceiling as Angel and Blitzo struggled to keep their footing. Demonic signs combined with digital binary code began to appear on the screens and walls. The source of the shaking was soon revealed as large electrical wires, as big as cars, were ripped out of the ground and walls. Slithering into the air like snakes, they sparked lighting out of their sharp ends before screeching as if they were alive. The laser light designs of the stage lights also began to change. The strange demonic code warped over them and started what was known by all of Hell as Vox's technopathic transfiguration. Just as if they were being melted and resigned brand new, the digital currents began to morph the lasers into new designs. What appeared seconds later was a more weaponized system of laser canons that shot a few testing blasts into the walls, burning them with large deep holes that made it clear getting hit by these would not be a pleasant experience.
Vox's face soon made up the entire main club tv screens on stage. Grinning, he shouted from the whole club's sound system, "This entire club is literally me! And now it will be your tomb!"
"Well," Blitzo sighed before reloading his pistol, "as Moxxie would say...crumbs."
The new high-powered laser lights aimed at Angel first, firing at the angel who used his wings to fly back and forth on the ground, dodging what he could. The spider soon saw just how dangerous they really were when a corpse of a dead demon was hit and instantly turned to embers in a matter of seconds. While dodging, Angel fired his guns at lights and destroyed a few of them but was distracted enough so that one of the cable tentacles Vox was using slammed into him hard and knocked him into the wall.
Groaning, Angel felt like his body had been pulverized by a truck with a dozen cattle prods. He looked up, only to quickly roll away as more wires came after him. He could feel the electric power behind them that would do some severe damage to him if he ever got blasted by one of those things.
Seeing Angel getting hit like that made Blitzo realize things were more serious now. He started firing at the screen, but all that did was dent the glass. Vox couldn't help but laugh at the attempt. "Really? Did you really think that would work?"
"For a moment, I kinda did," Blitzo shrugged before dodging a few laser blasts aimed right at him. Things only got worse when large sets of electric cables burst out of the wall and aimed their static ends at Blitzo.
He bolted just a moment later before the series of cables, twisting like pythons, levitated after him. Jumping over tables, Blitzo threw whatever he could at the electric sparking metal swarm: bullets, chairs, bottles, a grenade or two, but they kept following him. Skittering towards the nearest staircase, Blitzo hulled his ass as fast as possible as the wires continued to chase after him. When Blitzo saw a nearby escalator and started going upward, he felt the thing switch into reverse and began going downwards towards the cables after him.
"Shit!" Blitzo shouted as he jumped off and went onto the regular stairs section before rushing back upward. "Fucking goddamnit! I'll never make fun of the Amish again!"
Reaching the third floor, Blitzo pulled out all his remaining grenades and threw them at the stairs, causing a massive explosion that knocked him back and almost off the railing. The blast managed to generate a small cave in and blocked the demonic cables from following him. He was about to sigh in relief when he felt a shadow hanging over him. Looking over his shoulder, Blitzo gulped upon seeing one of the more giant cable tentacles rearing above. He was about to run when it grabbed him and wrapped him around tight. Despite his struggling and shooting, it refused to let him go. It only got worse when it unleashed volts of deadly demonic electricity that coursed through Blitzo's body and made him scream in agony.
Hearing this, Angel looked up and gasped before taking his halo with one arm, aimed, and threw it. Like a boomerang, it spun in the air before slicing off the cable head holding Blitzo where the imp fell like a rock but was saved from crashing into the ground by Angel catching him with two of his hands. Catching his halo with one of his extra hands, Angel looked to Blitzo and asked, "You okay?"
"Ugh, my sister always did say shock therapy would be needed to make me act less weird. Guess I'll have to tell her it didn't work," Blitzo joked before moaning and holding his pounding head. "Thanks for that, Sailor Moon."
"No problem, I always get men falling into my arms," Angel joked with a chuckle. "You sure you're okay?"
"I'm fine," Blitzo winced as he shook off a few currents. "You wouldn't believe how many times Stolas and I used to shock each other in bed at times when we were really getting kinky."
"Nice," Angel said before ducking to avoid another laser blast. He started flying around while continuing to talk. "We need to shut down Vox quickly before Val gets away."
"Any ideas of how to defeat him?" Blitzo asked as he shot a nearby cable away.
"Well, short-circuiting him is the best route, and I got something in my pockets that could help. I have been saving it for an emergency, so this is the best time to use it. Just be careful because if you get it on you, then you're going to be wishing you got shocked to death instead."
Blitzo proceeded to do and what he pulled out made him gulp. It was a vial of water but a glowing blue one that made every hair on his body curl up in fear. "H-Holy water?"
"Yup," Angel answered as he made a sharp loop-de-loop in the air before flying to the third level and landed. Helping Blitzo down, the angel pointed to the center monitor where Vox had merged himself with. "One of Vox's weaknesses to his merging ability with technology is that the place where he merged first is always the focal point of his demonic essence. The gateway, you could say. It's always where the prime consciousness of his being is held while he manipulates the area around him. We splash that with holy water..."
"We fry his ass faster than a solar flare on a national grid," Blitzo replied with a grin. "Think you can cover me?"
"On it, babe," Angel replied with a smirk as the two nodded before getting to work. Angel flew forward, shooting in all directions while his wings began to glow. Once they were fully bright, he put two of his guns away and clapped two of his hands together. While he did so, Vox sent multiple cable tentacles towards the redeemed demon, hoping to crush him at top speed. That's when Angel opened his eyes and spread his arms. A giant glowing spider's web of pink energy spread out in front of the winged spider as the cables found themselves stuck inside of it. "Go! Now!"
Not wasting a second, Blitzo jumped onto a column nearby and slid down it with his claws before kicking off onto the ground. He rushed forward as fast as he could, his hand gripping the vial of holy water just tight enough to keep it still but not break. Vox wasn't done yet as he fired more lasers at Blitzo, who flipped back and forth across the dance stage with his hands and feet. He twirled, rolled, and cartwheeled like a master and thanked his father for putting him through those ballet lessons to help him with the trapeze act. Although I'll never admit that in public.
An annoyed Vox decided to turn his giant electrical tentacles on Blitzo instead, who tried dodging them as well but got knocked up into the air. Groaning, he looked up in horror as one of the giant tentacles tried to come down upon him from above. Thankfully, a particular spider angel saw this and, using all his speed, blurred over and pushed Blitzo out of the way before taking the blow. Angel was knocked to the ground, feathers flying everywhere before the giant cable slammed down on him. Angel gained his second wind at the last second and held the cable back with his angelic strength, preventing him from being thoroughly squished. Still, he forgot the electricity it emitted and screamed as Vox sent deadly demonic power bolts into his body.
"Angel!" Blitzo shouted as he flipped in the air and landed on one of the other cables, holding on as best he could.
"I'm fine! Gah! Just finish this!" Angel shouted as he gritted his teeth to hold back the pain.
There was no other choice. Blitzo had to do it now or never. The imp ran down the giant cable before jumping onto another one that tried to grab him. Like a game of frogger, he hopped from cable to cable that attempted to get him until he was close enough to throw the vial of water.
Time seemed to slow down as Vox's expression turned from one of amusement and joy to utter fear upon sensing what was in the bottle. Blitzo, in turn, pulled out his trusty flintlock pistol and aimed. "Hey, Vox?! Considered yourself canceled!"
One bullet and one shattered glass later, and the holy water landed right on Vox's face.
"GAHZHZHZHZHZHAZHAZAHZAAAAZZZ!" Vox screamed as the holy water began to spread all over the tv screens, making them glow a white and light blue aurora as they began to fizzle into static. Despite the static, it was clear Vox was in terrible pain as his digitized face was expressing emotions of all kinds, from outright agony to disbelief. The club began to rumble again. The giant cable tentacles were seizuring up before exploding into a pile of burned metal and cables. The lasers started firing in all directions while short-circuiting as Angel and Blitzo ducked for cover. One by one, they soon exploded too as did other electrical parts of the entire club, from lighting to sound and even the disco ball on top. "FUZHZHZHZ YOU! GAAAZZZZ! VALENTINO ZHZZHZ HELP ZHZHZH MEEEEEZZZZZZ!"
One final powerful explosion from the center of the giant tv screens burst and shattered all the rest as the club soon went silent, as did Vox. With one final beat, the music finally ended, and there was nothing but silence.
(End Song Here)
"Told ya," Loona said with a smirk as the TV screen now had a "Technical Difficulties" logo on it. "Hope the V's had insurance on that thing."
"Aww, and it looked like such a nice club too," Millie pouted.
"Ooh, I don't want to be cleaning after that mess," Nifty said with a giggle before zipping off to continue her duties.
"I'm starting to think that after this, the insurance companies will be offering 'Blitzo Damage Coverage' as a premium program," Moxxie joked but sighed in relief that Blitzo won in the end.
Slowly getting up, Blitzo and Angel looked at the now destroyed and burning club that had been utterly wrecked beyond belief. Whistling, Blitzo turned to Angel and asked, "What do you angels put in that holy water shit?"
"Hope, prayers, and the love of the Lord," Angel said with a grin before realizing that they had forgotten someone. "Shit! Valentino!"
"Ah fuck! I hope that little shit bug hasn't flown away! Come on!" Blitzo shouted as he and Angel rushed towards the lobby area.
They made their way to the club's entrance and burst into the street with wide eyes, only to freeze in place. Waiting for them, armed to the teeth with advanced military-grade guns and weaponry, were more of Valentino's goons who had arrived in cars, trucks, and even a fucking jeep armed with a mini-gun. The demons ranged from imp to even fallen angels, all while the moth demon himself was smoking a cigar on his fancy white and gold-encrusted car. Puffing out a few clouds, Valentino lowered his shades and grinned. "Ready for round two, boys?"