AN: Hey everyone! Update times. Alright, to start things off, no I didn't fully watch Episode 7, I plan on watching it with Episode 8 at the same time. However, I do know what happens so I will say this. I am not changing the backstories of any of my fics since I already planned those ahead long before episode 7 and adjusting them will just make things complicated.

Second, I want to thank SqWdInK ( /SqWdInK) for their permission to use a specific character design for a character appearing in this chapter. You'll see them very shortly.

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Okay, seriously, I'm tired of ending up in shitty situations like this, Blitzo thought to himself as he and Angel looked down the barrels of what had to be at least three hundred gunmen. Maybe even more. Blitzo knew that this was a screwed-up moment. He was pretty much out of bullets and guns save for his trusty flintlock pistol. He didn't know what skills Angel had to get them out of this mess, but even Blitzo could tell that the former demon was tired.

Meanwhile, Valentino was sitting on his car, smoking a cigar as always and looking like he had just won the lottery. "So? Ya took care of Vox, huh? Well, he was always a weakling. I guess I'll have to say a few words at the funeral, right after I take his assets."

"Really? Your long-time partner is dead, and all you can think about is grabbing everything he owned?" Blitzo asked in disgust. "Do you have any standards at all?"

"This coming from an assassin who kills people for money? How many people have died by your hands that actually deserved it? Or what about the feelings of their family and friends who had the displeasure of burying them? Don't act like you're the good guy coming in to save the day, asshole. This is Hell. We're all the bad guys here," Valentino said before letting out a puff. He pointed his smoke to Angel, who narrowed his eyes at his former boss. "You know, Angel? I'd be keen to let you live if you suck my dick like the bitch you are. For old time's sake."

"Never again, Val," Angel growled before he looked up, and his eyes widened. Then he did something that made everyone look at him funny. Angel laughed. He laughed for a bit longer before relaxing and stroked his hair back. "About fucking time he got here..."

"Huh? What are you talking about?" Blitzo asked.

"Remember when I called in reinforcements?" Angel asked to which Blitzo nodded. Nodding upward, Angel smiled brightly. "Well, sit your butt down because the show's about to begin."

Blitzo looked up only to wonder what the hell he was seeing because whatever it was coming down was fast, bright, and square. The shine it was giving was so off-putting that it was like looking at a falling star right in your face. Valentino and his crew looked up and saw it as well but soon covered their eyes to prevent themselves from being blind.

Only when it was a few feet from hitting the ground did everyone realize what it was: an elevator. A bright white, heavenly, winged elevator. With a loud crash, it landed right in front of Blitzo and Angel, with the latter looking calm and relaxed. The gunmen quickly regained their composure and aimed at the angel object, with Valentino looking on in both disgust and curiosity.

Blitzo just stared at the elevator with a raised eyebrow before turning his head to Angel. "That's it?! That's our reinforcement? One person in an elevator? Unless it's a TARDIS holding an entire Archangel Marine Division, I don't think the odds are in our favor."

"Trust me," Angel said with a chuckle as he winked at the imp. " Al's more than enough for ten divisions."

"Al?" Blitzo asked before realization hit him. "Wait a minute..."

There was a loud ding before the doors finally opened. White smoke poured out as everyone slowly waited for a single figure hidden inside to walk forward with his microphone stick twirling in his hands. The moment he stepped out, the entire street went completely quiet. Some even dropped what they were holding, while a few fainted in fear. Because someone with a legendary reputation had returned to the depths of the underworld for the first time in years.

Once, he was a demon that had caused even the most terrible among them to quake in fear. Now he was even more dangerous due to getting his angel wings and halo. As with all those who redeemed themselves, an entire makeover had been done with the being formerly known as Alastor The Radio Demon. What had once been red was now heavenly white and the black replaced with gold, including his bowtie. The undershirt he had no longer had the upside-down cross to symbolize his status among the damned but a golden right-side-up one to show his new allegiance to God. His hair, once feared as a bright red sign of the blood that was going to be spilled in his presence, was also pure white but held some golden coloring at the locks of his long hair, including the top deer ear like looking parts that stood upright below a golden spiked halo. After a few more twirls of his silver and white angelic microphone staff, Alastor The Radio Angel placed it close to his mouth and performed his signature grin to the entire stunned demonic crowd before him. "Hello again, my fine esteemed sinners and damners! It's good to be back home! Did ya miss me?"

"WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE!" Someone shouted before nearly half of the entire crowd that Valentino brought with him started running around screaming in a panic. The moth demon didn't even bother calling his usual threats at the cowards and instead focused all his attention on Alastor, who was turning around to see his old friend and fellow redeemed soul.

"Anthony! Buddy! Pal! How's my former sex worker friend doing down here? Getting yourself into trouble as always?" Alastor asked as he wrapped his arm around the smirking spider angel. "You seriously should come up more often! Bring the misses! Or, in your case, the hishis!"

A loud laughter track came out of nowhere that made Blitzo look around in confusion.

"I'm fine, Al," Angel said as he shook hands with his friend. "Glad you got my message. I'm in a bit of a jam."

"Jam happens to be my favorite type of condiment for toast. Especially when it's the jam squeezing from the eyeballs of some jerkwads who try to bully around my good friends," Alastor said before making a sharp turn and tilting his head. Eyes glowing a bit, he focused on Valentino, who looked more nervous than ever as his tone sounded a bit like static yet carried a booming astral tone to it. "Such as a certain little bug who doesn't know when to lay down and get squashed."

Valentino growled and pointed at the Radio Angel. "What the fuck are you doing here, Alastor! You aren't even allowed here!"

"Oh, Valentino. How I have missed you. Did you gain weight? You look a little plump in that thorax of yours," Alastor said while stroking his chin. "As for permission to be here, I simply asked Micheal, and he agreed! He loves my show up there! One of my biggest fans! I'd offer you a discount for a live showing, but I get the feeling it'd be wasted on you."

"Oh, yeah?! What are you going to do, Alastor! I got an entire army and you-"

He was interrupted by the sound of a news alarm going off—again, Blitzo tried to figure out where these sound effects were coming from—as Alastor pulled a sheet of paper out of thin air. Adjusting his monocle, he happily talked into his microphone. "We interrupt the speech of a tiny dick man who looks like the lovechild between Mothra and Cruella Deville for this important weather report. It looks like deadly rain is going to be coming down here in Pentagram City, and when I mean deadly..." He then snapped his fingers and grinned. "I mean DEADLY."

In an instant, giant glowing warp holes formed from space and time appeared above the entire army of Valentino as one imp demon looked up only to get a shining energy spear into his face. Like a hailstorm, thousands of energy spears fell down upon the screaming army that was turned into pincushions. Every limb was impaled, and whole body parts were cut off as demonic blood ran the streets of Pentagram City to the point where they began to make a river of pure crimson.

The entire wave continued on and on, even after most of the demons were dead. Their essences, erupting from their bodies, screamed again before falling into the cracks of the pavements to become one with Hell itself. Blitzo just stared at the slaughter with wide eyes as Angel looked bored by the whole thing as if seeing hundreds of dead demons by the hands of Alastor was nothing new. Alastor himself just continued to smile and pose as if he was watching a game on a lovely Sunday afternoon. Even if he had the white wings and golden halo, there was something still disturbing about the way he gleefully looked at the carnage he was bringing without even lifting a single finger.

Valentino, who had been watching his army fall with horror, realized that he was in over his head and spread his wings out to try and escape. Only then, a dozen lances from a smaller hole strike him in the wings and bring him down, pinning him like he was on display. The moth demon screamed and scrambled to escape his predicament, but all he could do was bleed and suffer. After ten more minutes, the only one screaming was Valentino as everyone beside him was long dead and skewered.

Alastor snapped his fingers, turned around, and presented his work as if he was displaying it to a crowd. "And that concludes the show, folks!"

"...You just wiped out what had to be hundreds of demons in less than fifteen minutes," Blitzo pointed out in awe and a little fear.

"Fifteen? Wow, I'm getting slow in my old age. I used to wipe out that many in ten," Alastor said with a heavy sigh. "Ah well, guess I'll just have to make it up by having the process be slower but more painful. Maybe I should use chains next time with spikes and acid. No, wait. Demons are my enemies now. Holy incense then."

Blitzo was starting to wonder if Alastor really was redeemed or if he managed to even fool God into thinking he turned over a new leaf. His thoughts were interrupted when Alastor appeared before him and looked down at him with a wide smile. "Oh, how rude of me. I forgot to introduce myself. Alastor The Radio Angel. Tune in to my show every Tuesday and Thursday at 8PM Eastern Time." He then handed Blitzo a card before asking, "And your name, my good fellow?"

"Blitz. The 'O' is silent."

This made Alastor's eyebrows raise up a bit before his grin increased. "Ah, yes. You're him. Hmm, not what I expected. But nonetheless interesting."

"Excuse me?" Blitzo asked, tilting his head.

"Nothing, just thinking about nothing," Alastor said as he turned around to ignore Blitzo staring at him. "Now, why don't you boys go deal with Vally over there while I clean this place up...and maybe snag a few memories for my collection."

Blitzo didn't even argue. He just wanted to get as far away from the psychotic angel as possible. He and Angel walked over to where Valentino struggled to get up, but the damage to his wings and parts of his body made it impossible. He groaned as he looked at the two glaring at him as he tried to open his mouth and reach out to them. However, a solid kick to the face from Blitzo knocked him out, and he went down like a sack of potatoes. Sighing, Blitzo turned to Angel. "Watch him. I'll get the chains from our car, and we'll drag his sorry ass to where we can interrogate him."

"You got it," Angel said, saluting as Blitzo walked away.

Alastor, walking towards him with a bloody arm in his hand, smiled warmly at the spider angel watching Blitzo with soft eyes. "I know that look. Interested in him?"

"Blitz? Honestly, kinda," Angel admitted with a sigh and soft smile. "He's a pretty good guy for all that shit he talks about himself. Reminds me a bit of myself...and you. But you know, I'm an angel. He's a demon. It's not allowed."

"This coming from you? Who are you, and what have you done with my good buddy, Angel? Come on, aren't you even going to try and woo him?" Alastor asked, leaning forward with a grin. "You know I love knowing the love affairs of my friends. Makes juice gossip."

Angel shook his head and sighed. "Look, even if it was allowed, it wouldn't be right. He's doing all this for someone he loved that he lost. I'm not gonna try and get into his heart when it's clear he's still yearning for Stolas." He then turned to Alastor with a sharp glare. "And what are you planning? Or better yet, what do you know that I don't?"

"What do you mean?" Alastor asked in vain to act innocent, but even being an angel couldn't hide his true trickster nature.

"When you talked to him, you sounded like you knew him. Or at least know of him," Angel stated while turning to his friend. "If you know something..."

"...All I can tell you, Anthony, is that imp will be vital in the future. In ways that even he doesn't know yet," Alastor said with a knowing smile before turning around. "This is more than just a mission to avenge a loved one. There are...interested parties in him. And I cannot say anymore. Sorry."

"...Is he going to be okay?" Angel asked, but Alastor said nothing and continued to look for body parts. "Still as mysterious a prick as ever..."

"You know you and the readers love me that way!"

"What readers?"

"Nothing! Just some fourth wall humor!"

Valentino groaned as he felt blood in his mouth and his head bursting with utter pain. It took him a few moments to realize what had happened as he cursed over and over again mentally with vows to rape and kill Angel and his imp friend for all eternity. Surprised that he was alive, Valentino was about to laugh at the stupidity of the two for not killing him when they had the chance only to realize he couldn't see. Something was blocking his vision by being wrapped around his head. There was also the position he was in. He was spread out on some kind of hot metal landscape while his legs were forced stretched open. Valentino tried to move his hips but felt something...wrong. Like there was a pressure in his lower abdomen right inside his asshole that felt like he had a turd unable to come out.

Pushing the strange feeling aside, the moth demon struggled to move his limbs, but all four of them were held down by chains that burned when he moved. A gasp exited his mouth as he heard a familiar voice in his ears. "I guess someone finally woke up."

"Angel?! You motherfucker where are you! Where am I?!"

"Right now? You're about sixteen miles outside the border of Pentagram City. Chained to your car by dark dragon steel chains. So don't even think that you can escape because every struggle will burn you," The imp's voice answered as Valeinto struggled again, only to cry out in pain as the chains burned into his flesh again. "Jeeze, I guess I must have hit you harder than I thought if you didn't hear me. That or you're retarded."

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Valentino cried in his head while gritting his teeth. He needed to figure out a way out of this. "Listen. Whatever you want. Money. Sex. Drugs. I got it. I can—" A kick between his legs made him yelp even more and made the pressure in his butt even more uncomfortable. "Fuck! Fuck! Shit! Piss! Motherfucking cunts, all of you! Son of a thousand whores! Your fathers are bastards, and I'm going to slit all your family's throats when I get out of this!"

Valentino took a few deep breaths to try and calm his burning throat as the silence around him began to make him nervous. He waited for either Angel or Blitzo to say something, but nothing happened. He could feel their eyes on him, and he began to sweat. "Look...please...you want information, right?! About Stolas and those who killed him! I'll talk! I'll talk!"

He felt someone grab him by the head and slowly begin to peel whatever it was that was wrapped around his eyes. He winced and grunted as the black tape was ripped right off his face, leaving a mark as Blitzo sat on the flat window of his car. Valentino let his vision clear before realizing they were telling the truth. The moth demon was chained to his own personal vehicle on the face of it, ass up in the air while in nothing but his boxers. Looking up at Blitzo, Valentino gulped as the imp coldly stared down at him with a water bottle in his hand and a few objects near his feet. After a few sips, Blitzo poured some water on Valentino's face before leaning forward with a smirk. "Cooled off, flyboy?"

Valentino was about to insult him when he nearly bit his tongue to stop. Much as he hated to admit it, he was under their thumb, and Val needed to play along if he would come out of this alive. Blitzo then snorted before taking one of the objects near his foot and showing it to him. He lifted it up and put it right in Val's face. It was some kind of light-clear plastic capsule that was no bigger than the size of a lighter.

"You know what this is?" Blitzo asked to which Valeinto stayed quiet. "This is what convicts in prisons call chargers. They hide all kinds of shit in here. Drugs. Money. Important notes for their fellow gangsters. They shove it up their assholes to hide it from prison guards and muscle it out when they're in the clear."

Blitzo tossed it aside before showing him a white pudge substance that was a size of a small cube. "This is C-4. One of the most dangerous plastic explosives in the world. This one is unique because it contains angelic steel liquidated and injected into the explosive. This might be a small amount but trust me when I say that even this tiny bit can make someone's day a messy one." He then got up and pocketed the C4 before getting up on the hood of the car. "Now, C-4 is useless without a detonator and trigger. The former of which is currently connected to a small block about the size I showed you."

He then grinned and looked down at the confused Valeinto. "And that block is in that charger I mentioned, which is also deep inside your asshole."

Suddenly every nerve in Valentino's body froze like ice. He thought about the strange feeling inside his rectum and suddenly whimpered. "Oh god..."

"God's not here today. And if he was, I doubt he'd be here for you," Blitzo said as he jumped off the car and walked over to the right where Angel was waiting for him, twirling around a thin silver pen. "But one of his angels is. In fact, Angel here has the detonator that will set the charge off and blow your ass to ashes."

Gritting his teeth, Valentino lowered his face and slammed it on his car a few times while Blitzo leaned forward to his ear. "Now, I'm going to ask you a few questions, and if you don't tell me the truth or screw around, I'm going to tell Angel to press that button. If you play straight with me, he won't press it. So what's it going to be, Val? Ready to sing like a canary or become a turkey dinner?"

"...What do you want to know?" Valentino whimpered as he realized that he was entirely helpless for the first time in his life.

And he hated every second of it.

"First question," Blitzo said as he stepped back and folded his arms. "Who are the people you contacted to get Stolas assassinated? This Big Hand group that is in charge of this entire organization. Who are they?"

"I don't know, and I swear," Valentino grumbled as he closed his eyes and sighed. "All I know is that they have connections and power that make me look like a church mouse to a horde of lions. I wasn't to ask anything about their identities, and they made clear that if I tried to do so, I would be dead in a week. I didn't even bother trying to figure it out because the guy they sent was someone I don't want to fuck with."

"Who's he?" Blitzo asked, eyebrow raised.

"A Fallen Angel, but he wore Exterminator gear," Valentino answered, which made Blitzo and Angel's eyes widen. "Yeah, I don't know if he was a former member or stole the armor from one of them, but either way, I wasn't going to fuck around with a guy like that."

"This is something I'll have to look into," Angel whispered to Blitzo, who nodded in thanks.

"Alright, next question. How did you get in contact with the people behind Stolas's death?" Blitzo asked.

"I didn't," Valeinto answered with a grumble. "They came to me. Should have ignored that stupid prince's offer, but the chance to kill Stolas was too good to pass up."

"Wait, prince? As in Prince Gaap?" Blitzo asked, growling. Kern mentioned that name as well.

"Yeah, I guess I shouldn't be surprised he wanted Stolas dead," Valeinto chuckled as he looked at Blitzo with a smirk. "Everyone knows the guy always wanted Princess Stella as his wife. The two were childhood friends, and he was devastated when he lost her hand in marriage. From what I hear, the two were close, but something happened that caused their friendship to fall apart. Not sure what it is, but it must be pretty serious for her to side with the husband she hated over the friend she cared about."

Blitzo narrowed his eyes and wondered just how much of a role Stella was playing in all of this. Let's not kid ourselves here. Stolas and Stella had a terrible marriage and cheated on each other like crazy. Would she go so far as to help have him assassinated? Even if I buy that she and Prince Gaap are no longer friends, who is to say she's not involved in some other way?

"Prince Gaap," Blitzo said, narrowing his eyes, "he was the one who approached you, right? What do you know about him?"

"The prince? Yeah, he approached me because he knew Stolas and I had beef in the past. He offered to help take care of him once and for all if I helped donate to a cause he was a part of. I didn't care, I just wanted Stolas dead, and I got my wish. As for Gaap himself? He's the head of the 33rd Major Bloodline House of the Goetia Family. He's deeply philosophical, popular, and handsome. He's got an economic stronghold in various fields of science and magic with connections to some major house members. He's looked up as a young rising star in the Goetia Family with constant praises to his name, but the guy's never married because he's obsessed with Princess Stella, and everyone knows it," Valentino answered with a snort. "If you think going after me is suicide, going after Prince Gaap is like preparing for your funeral. The guy is rumored to have the means to foresee his own future, and that includes assassinations. So chances are he'll see you coming a mile away."

"I'll think of something," Blitzo replied, although deep down, he was feeling concerned. If he does have the means to see into the future, I will need to counter that before killing him.

"One last question," Blitzo asked as he leaned forward and glared at the moth demon. "Why did you do it? Why pay to have Stolas killed? What issue did you two have that led to you wanting to kill each other?"

Valentino grumbled for a bit before sighing. "I tried to get some footings in Imp City awhile ago since I figured it would be easy. Plus, nobody cares about imps, so I didn't think anyone would have a problem with me having a power setting there. Turns out I was fucking wrong because Prince Stolas didn't take kindly to me messing with his 'people,' so he took out the entire operation in Imp City. How the fuck was I supposed to know that he would be the one fucking Goetia Demon who cared about the lowest of the low?!"

"You're all heart, Val," Angel snorted.

"But that wasn't enough," Valentino cursed as he gripped his hands. "The bastard actually wanted to make me an example, so he started going after my other operations. I was losing business and money faster than I ever had, and I knew he would come after me next. I wasn't stupid in thinking I could take on a Goetia Prince, so I tried to find other options." He then grinned. "That's when I found something very, very interesting about our little dead prince."

Blitzo stepped forward, tone like ice, as he asked, "What did you find?"

"You really want to know?" Valentino teased as he obviously felt better knowing he had a leg up on Blitzo despite his position. The imp in question growled as he grabbed his head and slammed him on the car. "Fuck!"

"Answer the question, or I'll shove that charger deeper into your body to the point where you'll feel it in your stomach!" Blitzo screamed. "NOW!"

"...He fucked an angel," Valentino said, which made Blitzo's eyes widen. The moth, bleeding from his lips, gave a red toothy grin. "Yeah. Shocker, huh? We all know that relationships between angels and demons have been forbidden ever since the Nephealm Revolt. Even if Stolas was fucking a male angel, who do you think the entire pentagram would react if one of the most powerful and influential demons of Hell was in a loving relationship with the arch-enemy of Hell itself."

"What do you mean...what do you mean by loving relationship," Blitzo asked, his voice cracking a bit.

Chuckling, Valentino replied, "I mean that this wasn't just some random get-together in the bed and have a fun whoopie relationship. He loved this angel. Really loved him. Don't know what happened, but according to my source, he never really loved again ever since it all fell apart. I don't know if that means the angel died or they had a falling out. I don't even know the angel's name, but I did get proof. A single letter written in Enochian, the angels' language, was full of lovey-dovey crap. I threatened to have it posted on every newspaper in Hell if Stolas didn't back off, and he did. But he made it clear to stay away from his territory, which I was fine doing."

He spat and growled. "But I got the last laugh in the end. I outlasted the fucker. Nobody messes with Val-"

Blitzo's punched him in the face to shut him up before turning away. "I'm done. We're out of here."

"Right," Angel said as he turned away as well.

"Hey! Hey, you fucks said you'd let me go!" Valentino shouted as he continued to struggle against his chains despite the burning feeling in his limbs. "You fucking promised!"

"No," Blitzo said, turning around as Angel handed him the detonator. "I promised that Angel wouldn't press the trigger. I, on the other hand, have no problem doing that."

"W-Wait!" Valentino shouted, eyes widened. "I...I can be useful! You can't do that! Angel, baby, please! I'm sorry! I'll...I'll take the redemption you asked for! I'll do it! Praise God! Praise Jesus!" Desperation appeared on his face as he began to struggle harder. "I'm sorry! Really! I'll never hurt anyone again! I...I'll get out! I'll leave! Go somewhere far away! I don't even need my money! I'll live a humble life!"

Blitzo twirled the detonator in his hands as the two continued their way out. Valentino now openly cried as he begged and pleaded.

" PLEASEEEE! DON'T DO THIS! I DON'T WANT TO DIE! PLEASE! PLEEEEASE! ANTHONY!"

Angel paused and turned around before coldly addressing Valentino. "Only my friends and family can call me Anthony, Val. Goodbye. This time? Forever."

"No! No! NOOOOOO!"

Blitzo pressed the button, and in an instant, there was a bright and powerful explosion. A roaring bust of blue and red fire erupted while the prized car was incinerated, along with Valentino, who didn't even have time to scream before he was turned to ash. There was the sight of his demonic essence still silently screaming before it became one with Hell, and then there was nothing but silence.

Blitzo tossed the detonator away and was about to continue walking when he noticed Angel looking at the destruction with a few tears in his eyes. "You okay, Angel?"

"Yeah," Angel said as he wiped his tears off. "Just saying goodbye to a part of my life I regret."

He then turned to the imp and smiled warmly at him. "And call me Anthony."

Blitzo nodded as the two continued to walk towards their own personal car they had used since the start of the night, just as dawn was beginning to break. They were about to get in when Anthony paused and said, "Blitz, about what Valentino said? About Stolas loving this angel? Don't-"

"I'm not concerned about that," Blitzo said, though it was clear that was a lie by the way his shoulders were tense. "Let's just get back to the hotel. I need some sleep."

Anthony nodded before getting inside and driving away from the wreckage. Word would eventually spread about the death of Valentino and Vox as former captains and lieutenants would soon compete against each other and fight for scraps of their territory. Make of those under their thumbs, including the sex workers, ran off and escaped to try and find new pimps or lives for themselves. The horrors of what Valentino had done, particularly the child molestation rings and snuff films, sent surprises and disgusts towards many residents in Hell who felt that even he had gone too far. Velvet, the last of the V's, would distance herself from her former friends for years.

In time, however, Valentino's name would eventually be forgotten, and all he would be is another footnote of Hell's many Overlords who came and went.

AN: Once again, thank you SqWdInK ( /SqWdInK) for permission of using their version of Angel Alastor. I really liked the design and I wanted to use it for this fic.

A short chapter compared to the others, but necessary as it is the end of the Valentino focus and we're going to move to Prince Gaap next. Healing Blitzo is the next update but that one should be a quick one to do.

And yes, I did basically take the ass bomb scene from "Man on Fire" and used it for this chapter. The fic is called "Imp On Fire" what do you think inspired the story in the first place lol. Please fav/kudos, subscribe/follow, and share this story please.