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The entire realm of Hell was talking about what had happened down at Pentagram City nonstop since it was finally confirmed that Valentino and Vox, two of the most well-known Overlords in Hell, were dead. At the hands of an imp and his angel accomplice. While many demons had various reactions, Imp City had been feeling nothing but pride upon hearing about the aftermath of what had been called the "The Double V Massacre" online. For a long time, imps were seen as weak, pathetic, and worthless to the rest of the races in Hell. The fact that one of their own managed to kill two high-powered figures made them feel like they all achieved something. Rumors were already circulating that he was behind the mysterious assassination of infamous news reporter Katie Killjoy.
Some believed that Blitzo was out killing the worst of Hell's demons in an attempt to get redeemed. Others thought he was starting a revolution to overthrow the current system. Only a handful managed to get the actual reason right due to hearing rumors of Blitzo sleeping with Prince Stolas. Nevertheless, Imp City talked about all of it, and many wondered what he would pull off next. Of course, it wasn't the only thing being talked about. With two of the three V's dead, it was only a matter of time before a power struggle in Pentagram City began between the other lower Overlords. Not to mention, without her former partners, Velvet was now looking at others gunning for her as she was often seen as the weakest of the three despite her own powerful methods.
The only thing preventing a full-out Overlord war was the fact that Alastor the Radio Angel was in Pentagram City, having played a part in Valentino's downfall, and the entire city was frozen scared. Alastor, even if he was an angel now, was still a fearsome and dangerous demon nobody wanted to cross, and as such, things were peaceful.
However, one group was not planning anything peaceful in a sense. Unbeknownst to all in Pentagram City, a set of vans and trucks hid in a warehouse while getting ready to move out. They had received the order to attack the Imp City Hazbin Hotel and eliminate everyone inside it. Various demons of all calibers were suiting up and loading their weapons. Those who could use magic were prepping their spell books and cantrips, while those who preferred a more close encounter were sharpening their blades.
Since the mission was a top priority, they had been given more deadly weapons than usual and a new set of tactical armor. This new armor was made from the black spider webs from the caves of Nemesia in the Greed Ring. Additional padded parts, made of obelisk titanium, were modified for the chest, shoulders, and arm guards. They were even given bulletproof face masks to protect their faces with runes that allowed them to be given night and thermal vision and a targeting system for identifying high-priority targets, including Princess Charlie.
They were going to send a message, and they were going to make sure all of Hell heard it.
Watching them from the warehouse's abandoned building was the leader of this group. He was a giant standing wolf-like figure, but he was not even close to a hellhound in terms of appearance or size. In fact, he was even more intimidating despite being a sinner. His fur was black as night, with white painted tattoos in German runes all over his body as he started putting on his own tactical armor. His ears were sharp as knives, and he had two small black horns coming out of his cranium. His face, however, was where the absolute horror was. He had no skin or muscle for his entire muzzle, which only showed the pure white-boned front of his face. Everything from his sharp fangs, nose, and eyelids was without fur or muscle and was just bone marrow. One would think his face had been skinned, but he had arrived in Hell after his death looking like this. It was also a painful experience as his entire face was exposed to the very elements of Hell without skin protection. To the point that his eyes were always crying tears of blood despite him showing no emotion whatsoever. He had long since gotten used to the pain. After all, he had suffered just as much when he was alive, both in training and war.
For he, Gustav Wulf, had and always would be a soldier.
In life, he had been born at the beginning of World War I, where his home country of Germany had lost the war during his childhood and suffered years of humiliation and weakness. He remembered growing up poor, starving, and disgusted by how the once-proud German people were forced to kowtow and beg for scraps like dogs in what was known as the Weimar Republic. His mother had been raped and killed by filthy criminals who were never caught, and his father was a miserable drunk who was so traumatized by the war that he eventually killed himself. Gustav was on his own and struggled to make ends meet until he found a new family. A family determined to see Germany rise from the ashes like a phoenix.
He had found the Nationalist Socialist Party.
Yes, Gustav Wulf was a Nazi, and he had no shame in it to the point that he had carved the infamous swastika symbol on his bony forehead with a carving knife. While other former Nazis were always hiding their past, he was one of the few who proudly displayed what he once was. He was proud of being part of a great and mighty political force that soon became an empire not seen since the days of Napoleon himself. The Fuhrer was what Germany needed for her people to rise again and establish themselves as a political powerhouse in the world. When the Fuhrer called for enlistment into the military, Gustav happily joined with complete determination to protect his home from the degenerates and vermin that had torn her apart. He trained fast, hard, and was willing to follow whatever order was necessary for the good of the Fatherland. Because of his skills and loyalty, he had been given the honor of joining the Schutzstaffel.
Gustav had taken part in the glorious campaigns of both Poland and France. The enemies of The Reich had fallen by his might, and their blood soaked the ground that would give life to a new world. The vision of Hitler, the mastermind behind this glorious dream, was a man that Gustav idolized even today. While many saw him as a monster, he saw him as the savior of Germany. He could remember the glory days of walking down the streets of Berlin as the citizens cheered and saluted while he marched with his fellow SS. His uniform pressed and clean, arm out in salute, and eyes on the leaders of the Nazi party who looked down at their boys with pride. They said they were mad, monsters, murderers, but what great nation isn't these things?
It has been the history of mankind, from the days of early Mesopotamian kingdoms to even the current world powers known as America and China, that all great civilizations were built on the bones of the dead, enslaved, and the weak. For all the talk of their great freedoms and historical righteousness, the modern democracies of the world always forget that their comforts, rights, and privileges were all thanks to blood paid by those they took it from. Because they all knew the truth but will never admit it: that they were stronger and took it from the weak. And the weak always fall to the strong, for it is the law of nature. The Germans were a strong people determined to carve out the weaknesses of this world, and Gustav believed that they had their chance to do so.
Sadly, he never saw that chance. Gustav had died during Operation Barbarossa, the invasion of the Soviet Union, where a bullet made its way to his head. In his final seconds, he was only happy that he had died for the sake of his beloved Germany. Gustav had never been a religious person. He stopped believing God existed when his parents died and expected only the eternal darkness of the void awaiting him. Only he woke up later to find himself here in Hell, with his comrades in arms who were equally as shocked as he was.
While many demons didn't care about them being Nazis, many sinners who once died and suffered under their reign were determined to take their revenge. Things got even worse during the Exterminations as the angels seemed even more bent on killing them than the actual demons. Something other demons took advantage of by rounding up Nazis and keeping them as live bait to use on the Exorcists in an attempt to avoid their own demise. Only a few thousand Nazis survived today that ended up in Hell, both during and after the war. Despite the odds, Gustav has survived, barely, thanks to his training and learning quickly how to maneuver in Hell, but worse news came a few years after his mortal death.
Germany had lost the war, and the dream of a better world went down with it. Hitler himself, upon his suicide, ended up in Hell with his wife, Eva, but were soon exposed as quickly as they arrived. The two didn't even last a day as they were strung up in the middle of the capital, forced to endure endless beatings and rapes before someone ended their misery via angel weapons.
When the surrender of his homeland and the final death of his leader reached his ears, Gustav felt only despair. His beloved country had fallen and was defeated. Now it was a weak and pathetic nation that had the tools to be the dominant ruler of Europe but instead chose democracy and liberalism. Weakness just like the Weimar Republic. It allowed inferiors the equal rights of stronger men and let the weak flourish instead of being destroyed like they deserved. The world had gone mad in the eyes of Gustav, and there was nothing good in it anymore.
He had been left without a purpose in Hell. The dream of an Aryan World was gone. What was there left for a soldier like him? He took a job as a mercenary and did what jobs he could, but he felt lifeless without a purpose. And then he met an old comrade who introduced him to the group he was proud to lead today. His eyes had been opened to the true enemy of German People and to mankind himself:
God.
It was soon made clear to him who was to blame for this injustice. This overlord of the skies had played a part in his beloved Germany's defeat. He deemed their actions unjust, evil, and cruel, yet Gustav only sneered at the thought. This so-called divine being had no right to rule humanity. Only humans should lead humans. The perfect, strong, and powerful. Concepts like mercy, compassion, and forgiveness preached by God and his followers were the actual sins that had led humanity to suffer. But Gustav would see humanity freed if his new leaders brought about the change they had been planning. The current leadership of Hell was weak and misguided. The Princess of Hell was seeking peace and redemption and her father was allowing it out of "love" for his daughter instead of duty for his people and kingdom.
A true King would be needed to overthrow the tyranny of God and Heaven. A strong and decisive leader who would bring about a new age for both demons and mankind. So Gustav pledged to the cause and found life inside him again. He was a soldier, and soldiers needed purpose.
"Commander Wulf?" Gustav turned around and saw one of his Lieutenants, a stork-looking demon, salute him. "We're ready."
"Prepare to move out. And prepare the A.E.P's."
If Moxxie was honest, he didn't mind working at the hotel. In fact, it was a nice change of pace from the violence, blood, and bullets flying in all directions. Everyone who knew the little imp knew he wasn't the most bloodthirsty of demons and always had a more genuine sense of morality than others in the rings. It was even joked around that he was once an angel who fell from grace and landed in Hell, but Moxxie wasn't always a goodie-two-shoes. He did like killing people, and he loved weapons. He just preferred it being delivered to those who deserved it. Moxxie's parents had raised him with a sense of honor, integrity, and kindness that was rarely seen in Hell. After he had to bury them, he tried to live by those ethics while using the skills his parents had taught him to good use.
Sure, he wanted to be a singer or performer first, but sadly nobody was hiring an imp in that field, so he went with bodyguarding and assassination instead. Not that he regretted it since he met his wife and two other demons that had, in a way, become family to him. Even if they pissed him off half the time.
"Thanks for the meal," a lizard-looking imp said before putting a tip down, which Moxxie took. "By the way, haven't I seen you in a commercial before?"
"I doubt it," Moxxie lied while still wondering how that damn plot of Blitzo's to get them more coverage worked. That jingle is still stupid. I don't care what people say.
After helping the busboy with the dishes, Moxxie signaled to the head matron he was ending his shift before heading out to the main hallway of the Imp City Hazbin Hotel. The sheer size of the place was still baffling to Moxxie, who felt that the entire hotel was bigger on the inside than it was on the outside. Considering that Alastor the Radio Demon was known to bend aspects of time and space to his control, it wouldn't be surprising if he taught Princess Charlie a few of his techniques before he left for Heaven. Of course, he might have his chance to speak to the actual redeemed angel since he was apparently staying at the hotel in Pentagram City after the events that saw the end of Valentino and Vox.
Even Moxxie couldn't help but be in somewhat disbelief that Blitzo and Angel had managed to take out two of the most well-known and influential Overlords in Hell. Even if Alastor had helped in the end, the fact that they managed to do it had everyone talking about it in every ring, both in public and online. Moxxie was pretty sure that, should they survive this crusade to avenge Stolas, then the company was going to get hit with a massive wave of requests for assassinations to the point that they would need new hires.
Because of the whole situation, Moxxie, Millie, and Loona were doing their best to keep a low profile. Even though their fake death plan was ruined, they still did their best to prevent anyone from realizing who they were. Not just for the protection of the Hotel but also for themselves and their loved ones. Mainly Millie's.
Her family had the sense to move the farm to a more unknown region of the vast area of Wrath until it was safe to go back to their old land, but they weren't too happy about it. Moxxie couldn't help but sympathize with his in-laws since their bloodline had been part of that area for generations. Still, they would do anything for Millie and the protection of their family, so they did as they were asked.
A loud string of curses pulled Moxxie from his thoughts as he saw Loona, dressed in her usual clothing, dragging a beaten-up imp in a dark trench coat and a fedora stuffed his mouth down the hall. Loona nodded to her co-workers as she made her way to the door. "Hey, Mox."
"Hey, Loona," Moxxie said as he decided to follow out of curiosity. "What happened?"
"Asshole was trying to sell drugs to the recovering addicts we got in the rehab center," Loona explained with annoyance as if she had just been bothered by a fly. "I kicked his ass, shoved his needles up his asshole, and I'm taking him out to dump him in the trash."
"How did he get caught?" Moxxie asked, eyeing the half-knocked out imp with curiosity.
"Niffty spotted him and alerted me," Loona said as she reached the door and opened it. "I swear that cyclops has a thousand eyes like Metatron. That or she runs so fast that everything she sees is slow."
When the door was fully opened, the hellhound took the broken imp drug dealer and threw him across the street into a nearby set of garbage cans that he slammed into and was covered in trash. Loona dusted her paws before closing the door. Turning to Moxxie, she asked, "Want to get a drink at Husk's?"
"Sure," Moxxie agreed as the two made their way to the nearby bar on the first floor.
It was always one of the more popular places for people to go to, even if some of them were recovering alcoholics trying to slowly dry themselves with less and less drinking. The bartender was cleaning mugs as always when he noticed the two enter and started pouring them their usual drinks. After only a few days of working and living here, the winged cat had already figured out what they liked to have in their glasses.
Once he put the drinks down, he leaned on his elbow and asked, "So what's new? Anything from that boss of yours?"
"Only that he's going to check out something with Princess Octavia before coming back to meet up with us for our next move," Moxxie said as he took his drink and sipped it. "Hard to believe that we're going to have to deal with something more dangerous than killing an Overlord."
"Personally, I owe your boss a good drink. Maybe free ones for life," Husk said before pouring a cold one himself. "That bastard Valentino's been the main thorn in our side for years. The shit he pulled Angel through alone made me wish the moth fucker was dead six times over."
"I'm surprised you guys didn't kill him long ago," Loona said with a snort. "You had the Princess of Hell and the Radio Demon on your side. Them alone should have squashed the pimp easily."
"Charlie never uses her demonic powers unless she has no choice since her going all out wrecks a lot of shit," Husk answered before gulping his drink down in one gulp. "As for Alastor? He didn't get involved at first because he thought it was amusing seeing all the struggles, but after Angel and Charlie got him to open up, he started helping out more, but Valentino always got away at the last second." Raising his newly filled cup, Husk then said, "Here's to that rapist getting what he deserved. May he rot in fucking oblivion."
"Here here," Moxxie and Loona both said before clinking their glasses with the bartender.
"This a private club, or can anyone join?" Turning around, Moxxie smiled as his wife, dressed in her maid outfit, walked over and kissed him on the cheek. "Free for the rest of the day, sweetie?"
"Yeah, wasn't that busy," Moxxie said as he motioned for Millie to sit next to him. "You?"
"Ugh, I swear there should be a no-sex policy in this hotel sometimes," Millie grumbled as she took off her maid top. "I had to clean over a dozen sheets stained that were so dirty that I think my hands were turning white from the cum."
"Be glad you don't work at one of the hotels in the Lust Ring," Husk said with a smirk as he handed a drink to Millie. "Charlie has to pay the cleaners double to get them to keep working."
Millie shivered before glancing at her co-workers. "Any word from the boss?"
"Not yet, but what do you think about this Prince Gaap guy?" Loona asked, taking out her phone and looking through some information. "I've only found your standard wiki shit about him, but nothing major."
"I only know that he was a rival of Prince Stolas's for a time," Moxxie answered.
"Don't look at me. I don't like politics," Millie answered before turning to the bartender. "Husk, you know anything?"
"Prince Gaap's a popular guy with the nobility and middle class," Husk said nonchalantly as he took an order from one of his waiters and started making drinks. "Rumor has it that he has some kind of defense system called NORN which can predict assassinations and threats to him while giving the means to counter-attack. It's said to be unbeatable and was personally designed by him. He even had an entire Legion of Hell try to break into his island home, and they were all defeated."
"Holy shit," Moxxie whispered as he began to turn pale. "How the fuck are we supposed to beat that?!"
"Eh, no system is unbeatable," Loona said with a shrug. "Besides, Dad will find a way. He always does."
"True," Millie chuckled. "Remember when we had to sneak into North Korea and kill those generals? I can't believe we got in and out with none of us getting killed and leaving that military base a smoking crater in the end. Satan, I would have loved to see Kim boy's face when he saw his prized nuclear robot machine becoming nothing but scraps. Good times."
"Still, I can't help but feel unease," Moxxie said, looking deeply into his drink. "Whoever is behind this group of fanatics has to know that we're on to them. I can't imagine that they'll take all of this lying down. Why haven't they done anything yet?"
A ring from Loona's phone alerted the hellhound who looked at it and said, "Princess wants to talk to us in her office. Better go see what she wants."
The three finished their drinks and thanked Husk before heading towards the elevator around the corner.
Just a block away from the Hazbin Hotel, an ordinary moving van was slowly parking itself right in position. Inside the driver's seat, a regular imp with a trucker had carefully looked behind the window between him and his precious cargo in the back. A large cylinder-like object half the height of the truck itself. It was dark green with various buttons and knobs that were beyond the driver's knowledge, whose only objective was to press the button on his remote trigger when everyone was ready. A glowing white and blue orb could be seen in the middle of the cylinder, protected by red-tinted glass that was all but keeping him and the resulting area from being liquefied. Inside was pure angelic energy manifested into a liquid crystal format that was modified to unleash the powers of the holy divine. A rare and powerful military-grade weapon only found in Heaven itself.
A.E.P.
Angelic Energy Pulse.
It was pretty much a modified version of an E.M.P. where, instead of electronics, it neutralized all demonic powers, protections, curses, charms, and anything arcane in the radius of the wave. The pulse would only get the hotel and the surrounding area in a mile radius, but it would knock out all the demonic powers and abilities for two hours. If anyone from the Grand Army of Heaven knew they had even one of these, they would send an entire division to retrieve it. The driver didn't want to know how the heads of their organization got such a dangerous and impossible weapon, but perhaps it was best not to ask.
With a quick prayer to Satan, the imp slowly reached for his trigger and counted five before pulling it.
The orb inside the A.E.P. slowly began to glow, and in a split second, a white and blue wave of energy burst out.
Moxxie was looking up from his phone when the sudden wave of energy spread all over him and the girls. He only had a split second to wonder what it was before he instantly felt the effects. Screaming in pain, the imp's skin felt like it was on fire as he slammed his arms against the elevator wall and started scratching it intently. It was like fire all around him, with ants biting him both inside and out. There was an invisible ax in his head that was carving his brain apart, and his stomach was doing cartwheels. Falling to the floor, gasping for air, he looked over to his wife and Loona, who were in similar conditions. Millie was throwing up and sobbing as she began to tear her hair apart, hissing and crying with both rage and fear. Loona's hair was all frizzled, and she was howling one second before whimpering like a puppy in the other.
Knowing they needed to get out of here, Moxxie pressed the open button as hard as he could that he practically punched it. The elevator soon stopped on the latest floor as all three of them rushed out and lay on the floor gasping and gagging.
"What...the fuck...gah...was..." Loona could barely speak as she coughed saliva out.
"I don't know..." Moxxie muttered as he struggled to get up. "But we need to-"
His sentence was interrupted by an explosion that rocked the whole hotel and took him off his feet.
With phase one completed, it was time for phase two. Inside a rusty old jeep, a black and red striped tiger demon with three eyes and devil wings was smoking what would be his last cigarette in this current life. He had personally volunteered to do this because he had nothing left to lose. He had lost his family to the Exterminators years ago and drifted endlessly between bars while doing whatever jobs necessary to keep afloat. Some days he thought about just ending it all and letting Hell rebirth him into something else to ease the pain, but he kept pushing himself for a purpose.
That purpose was joining a cause. A cause to end this false peace and restore Hell to a greater glory that hadn't been seen in so long. Reaching into his pocket, the tiger demon smiled upon seeing himself at a happier time with his husband, adopted son, and his parents, who held their grandchild with joy. I'll be joining you soon in oblivion.
With a deep breath and a final prayer to Satan, the tiger demon pushed the gas to his jeep as hard as he could, driving down the street to where the Hazbin Hotel awaited him. He made sure to operate with one hand while holding the trigger for the large amount of angelic liquidated C-4 under his jeep that would be used to blow open the entrance. He would perish in the assault, but at least his death would have meaning.
"May the true king return to us all!" He yelled in what would be his final words just as he crashed into the doors and pressed the trigger.
A large blue and red explosion burst from the jeep that shattered all the hotel's windows and blew the entrance sky high. Demons too close to the entrance were instantly vaporized while others were killed by the shockwave or shrapnel that spread, sparing them at least from permanent death. A few minutes later, large trucks and vans appeared as the armed demons removed themselves from their vehicles and charged with their squad leaders giving them orders.
Gustav Wulf slowly came out of his own car and narrowed his eyes while giving only a straightforward command.
"Kill them all."
The sound of gunfire made Moxxie wake up first. He groaned and started getting up while feeling the ringing in his ears receding. After making sure that all his body parts were still around, he looked at the girls getting up. "Ugh," Millie moaned, rubbing her head. "What in the sam hell happened?"
"The hotel is under attack," Moxxie said as he helped her up while Loona got on her two feet on her own. The sound of gunfire and demons screaming only confirmed that. Pulling out a Kimber 1911 with angelic rounds from his side, he asked, "You two armed?"
"Yeah," Millie said, pulling out one of her knives before growing. "That's odd."
"What?"
"This is one of those knives my big brother gave me for my birthday. The one with the rune that allows blood to boil upon it touching the steel?" Millie said as she showed him the curved knife. The demonic rune, which should be bright red, was dull as a broken lightbulb. "It's not glowing."
"Hey, guys?" Loona got their attention as she sniffed the air. "I...I can't smell anything."
"Wait, what are you talking about?" Moxxie asked with concern.
"I can't smell anything demonic!" Loona shouted with worry. "No magic, no curses, nothing! I could always smell that kind of shit normally, but there's...none of that on this level or anywhere near us! I don't even smell it on you!"
"...Oh shit," Moxxie whispered in realization as his eyes widened. "That wave that hit us! I think it knocked out all demonic powers in the hotel!"
"Wait, that means all the protection spells...not to mention Princess Charlie's powers..." Millie said with realization. Suddenly things turned from bad to "fubar" real quick.
Their conversation was interrupted when Moxxie spotted a red targeting laser on his wife's head and quickly dragged her down to avoid getting gunned down by their attacks who had just arrived on their level from the stairs. Rolling with his wife, Moxxie fired a few rounds that hit two of the leading armed gunmen and took them down. They continued to fire their rounds as Moxxie and Millie took cover behind a corner while Loona rushed to one on the other side of the hall. Poking his head out, Moxxie could tell these guys were serious from the armor they were carrying and the guns they had.
He could see modified M4A1 designed assault rifles with dragon bone metal casing and locks with extended magazines that had demonic crystalized ammo clips containing most likely ruby razor bullets. So light as glass and yet could pierce steel itself while shredding itself inside a target wounding it fatal inside the flesh. The barrels were layered with obsidian recoil casings to increase shot velocity and were slightly extended for extra range combined with laser targeting on the bottom of the barrels and 3X scope. There were also some with a Franchi SPAS-12 with shoulder guard that didn't appear demonic as well, but the glowing pentagram on the pump made it clear it was also modified. The blast from one nearly took Moxxie's head off had he not ducked in time before delivering counter fire. He could feel molten rock from the holes in the wall that reminded him of the molten lava lakes in Wrath.
After reloading, Moxxie pulled out a frag grenade. "These guys are heavily armed, so be careful!" He then threw the grenade, which caused one of them to shout. With a robe attached to their armor, one of them came up and shouted words in a language the imp didn't recognize as a purple shield covered them. The grande went off and turned the hall into a shrapnel fest that would give the interior decorating crew a heart attack, but the magic shield protected the assault squad.
"What?! They get to keep their magic and abilities?! That's bullshit!" Loona cried out.
"This is worse than I thought," Moxxie said before making a decision. "Loona! Head to the princess and make sure she's okay! We'll cover you and help out the rest of the hotel down below!"
"Okay! But don't get yourself killed!" Loona said as she got ready to bolt.
"Let's do this the old-fashioned way!" Millie shouted as she took out glowing angelic steel knives. "Bang and charge, Mox!"
Moxxie nodded to his wife and pulled out a flashbang before pulling the trigger. He gave it a few seconds before throwing it at their attackers, who barely could react before the bang blinded them. With precious few seconds, they charged. Moxxie was the first to reach them by slamming his pistol into the face of one of their attackers, a hellhound, and shot him twice in the face before sliding under his feet. Using that momentum, Moxxie delivered another round into the head of a standing sinner demon who fell soon after. He then swept the leg of a standing imp to bring him down to his level, then twisted his body to knock him back even further down on the ground. While flipping himself to his feet with his hands, Moxxie grabbed one of the M4A1s and raised it to his shoulder to fire on the down imp with two clean headshots. By now, the effects of the flashbang were wearing off, and they were aiming their guns again, but Moxxie was quicker to start firing first, especially at the mage before he could cast a spell.
"Need a jump!" Millie cried out, which was a code phrase for Moxxie as he got down on his knee and flattened his back. Millie jumped on and used him as a platform to dive into the group, knives striking the heads of one of the giant muscled demons who roared in pain as the angelic steel entered his brain before falling down with a large thud. Millie dragged her knives out and started hacking away at all the vital parts of any nearby attacker that she could. Throat, armpit, clavicle, liver, heart, lungs, and groin. Every area of these was a target for her knives as she danced like a tango artist on speedball. The walls were decorated with blood as Millie sliced a neck before reversing her grip and stabbing one in the gut with the other knife before using the previous one to cut the face open. The last of them tried to blow her away with a shotgun, but Millie flipped her heel up and knocked the gun into the air. She used her hands to cartwheel in mid-air before throwing both of her knives into the horned demon's chest. The shotgun landed in Millie's arms, and she blew the bastard's head off with a single blast.
Sighing, he turned to his wife, who was getting her angelic knives, while searching for spare ammo clips. Moxxie turned his head to make sure Loona was gone, and he saw her bolting to the other end of the hall before disappearing around the staircase leading upwards.
"We need to call Blitz and have him call for backup," Moxxie stated.
"I'll take point. You call," Millie said as she charged forward while Moxxie got his cellphone out.
Moxxie quickly dialed and waited until he heard his boss' voice on the phone. " Hey, Mox? This is a bad time so-"
"Sir! The Hotel is under attack, and they cut off all demonic abilities! Get over here now!"