AN: Hey guys, so I kinda got to admit, I really don't like how I've made the hotel attack arc go. It's kinda been beating on me and I feel like this kinda was a mistake. The main part of this arc was to showcase 3 things.

One, retaliation from the bad guys, 2. Showcase how Blitz is different from the others and show more of the hidden past of "Why" he became an assassin and this power he fears using, and 3. Giving the Hazbin Hotel some lime light.

I don't know if I've done a good job, but writing this arc gets to be a drag sometimes, I did have that with this chapter. Thankfully we only got like one more chapter and its over and we can move on to the Gaap arc. So if this chapter feels a bit off and not my best I apologize.

Otherwise, enjoy

Disclaimer: I do not own Helluva Boss or Hazbin Hotel

Gustav Wulf felt that things were going much better than initially planned. If reports from his men inside were accurate, they already had wiped out more than half of the residents in the Hotel. The police were helpless to do anything, and their media allies were keeping the whole thing under wraps to prevent news of this from spreading. Meanwhile, their political and military allies were doing what they could to hinder any aid coming to the hotel. The moment things were too dicey, they would need to pull out, but the operation was doing good for now.

There were just a few minor problems.

One, Princess Charlie, was still not confirmed found. She was either still hiding or had managed to escape. One squad reported they were close to finding her but went silent afterward, meaning they were most likely dead. No doubt her sinner wife had been protecting her, but the former Nazi wouldn't be surprised if there were others out there protecting the disgraced princess. His superiors wanted her either dead or alive, as both could serve various purposes, but even if they failed to get her, the fact that she had been shown vulnerable in one of her damned hotels was enough.

The second was the small parts of resistance that were popping up occasionally. The two main ones Gustav kept hearing about were about two imps and a winged cat sinner protecting one of the entrances to the third floor. If the hotel schematics they had of the hotel were accurate, it was the one close to the safety bunker where there had to be guests and other staff members. If they could get into it, they could rack up the body count real good. The additional annoying resistance was from a tiny cyclops demoness running around, cutting her soldiers up and killing them before disappearing without a trace. This bothered Gustav since the A.E.P. was supposed to eliminate any demon's efforts to use their demonic abilities. Either she managed to avoid it somehow, or her speed and stealth were natural.

It doesn't matter, Gustav thought as he shook his head and looked at the damaged hotel. This will only end with a victory for us regardless.

If there was one thing that Loona hated, it was babysitting dead weight. It seemed wrong to call the Princess of Hell that, but it honestly felt like this, especially since Charlie was supposed to be this uber-powered daughter of the devil. Although, the way she smiled at you, you'd think she was the daughter of a saint instead. Still, the hellhound wasn't going to fault the princess for being in her current state. Loona herself wasn't feeling so hot with her demonic powers gone, but it was a good thing her father taught her to always not rely on those. In fact, Blitzo always said one shouldn't rely on such things unless in times of crisis. He even was reluctant to learn what little magic Stolas taught him at times for some reason.

Still, regardless of her feelings, Loona knew that she had to protect Charlie. Not just because she was part of the Royal Family that ruled over her, mind you. She wasn't really that much of a patriot or loyalist to the crown, if she was being honest. But Charlie had helped them out in this crusade against the assholes who killed Stolas, so Loona owed her that much.

Plus, she was too nice of a girl to get killed by these fuckers.

Loona had her handgun raised to check the hallway littered with the bodies of employees and guests. She had seen dead bodies her entire life; typically, she wasn't bothered by them. But having gotten to know some of these demons over time?

It made her honestly feel sick seeing them dead.

Looking behind, the hellhound saw Vaggie carrying her wife with her arm around the back of her neck as Loona continued to lead them. "Come on, honey. Just keep with me. Don't stop moving."

"...why?" Charlie whispered, still fading in and out of consciousness, but tears dripped down her cheek. Her hair was covering her face, but from her trembling tone, you could tell she was just about ready to scream in despair. "Why are they...doing this...I just want...to help...our...people...why?"

Loona quickly turned away before she could get all misty-eyed. Okay, seeing Charlie cry? Top of the list of things I don't want to see.

Honestly, Loona couldn't blame her. The princess had sacrificed everything to try and reform her people so that the Exterminations could end, and the slaughters stopped. When her parents rejected her plans, she still went ahead with them. When the entire nobility called her a disgrace, Charlie went forward regardless. When even the common folk saw her as a joke, the princess didn't stop trying to help them. Even after numerous failures, attacks, and outright moments where hope seemed lost, Princess Charlie never stopped trying and continued until she finally got it. She proved them all wrong and came up on top. She changed Hell and, in turn, saved so many lives. To have all that and still have demons hate you and want to kill you because of what you had done?

Loona couldn't do that. The hellhound would have cracked a long time ago. She was strong, but whatever strength was in Charlie was beyond comparison.

"How close are we to her office?" Loona asked as she bit her lip.

"Still two floors up," Vaggie replied.

"What do you think we'll find that will turn the tide here?" Loona asked.

"I don't know but let's hope it's something that will work fast," Vaggie said as she slowly continued to carry her wife.

Damnit, Dad. Where are you? We could really use you right now, Loona thought as she continued to lead ahead.

Blitzo was cursing everything in existence as he gripped his hands on the wheel and stared at the roadblock that had been made by the emergency services of the Imp City Police Department. He had heard it on the news as he drove like a maniac. Entire cop cars were destroyed by Gatling gun-wielding demons that had torn up the local neighborhood so badly that swiss cheese had lesser holes in it.

The entire area was locked down, and there were no roads open. All cars were blocked off until the situation was resolved, including Blitzo's.

He wasn't going to make it.

Here he was, stuck in fucking traffic while his daughter, co-workers, and everyone else at the hotel was fighting for their lives. If anything happened to them...

There was no other choice. Blitzo had to use his power.

Blitzo closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He hated making that deal all those years ago. He hated that he made such a choice in a moment of pure desperation. Whenever someone asked Blitzo why he became an assassin, he always told them it was none of their business. Nobody knew. Not his family, his friends, or even Loona. He didn't even tell Stolas though he came close a few times. Because nobody, especially an imp, became this good as an assassin in such a short time without a shortcut. Moxxie and Millie had the experience from an early age that they developed as they got older, which showed how good they were. Blitzo had been in the circus and entertainment act most of his life before switching jobs. To get so good in such a short amount of time meant a price to be paid.

If anyone knew what the price was for the abilities and skills that made Blitzo who he was today? Well, he didn't know what they would look at him with. Fear? Pity? Anger? It was really up in the air.

The one question they would ask is why?

Why become this?

They say that humans always regretted making deals with the devil.

So what happens when a devil makes a deal with something more powerful and scary?

The truth was Bltizo was desperate back then, especially with his life on the line. He wanted to get out. He wanted to live. He wanted to be so strong that he would never have to be so powerless ever again.

Blitzo, like so many other demons, wanted and needed power to survive, but he learned too late that all power comes with a cost. Pressing his hand against the white-painted side of his face, Blitzo could feel the mark burning already as if it knew it would be used again. The price of this power was significant, but the fact that his team-his family-was in danger more than made up for it.

Parking the van as close to the border as possible while remaining out of sight, Blitzo quickly got as many weapons and ammo he could carry in two large duffel bags before closing the van. He took a deep breath and looked up into the sky. Closing his eyes, he gulped and thought, Remember them. Remember them all. Father. Tilla. Barbie Wire. Loona, Moxxie. Millie. Stolas. Octavia. Fuck, even Stella, I guess. All of them you must remember. If you have to take something, take a meaningless one this time. Please.

It was a vain hope since the cost of the power was always random. Sometimes it was small, like forgetting what your favorite order at a restaurant was. And other times it was large.

Nothing in the universe hurts more than realizing you cannot remember your mother's face.

The mother who loved you so much.

And Blitzo feared what he could forget now that he was using it again.

But was it worth it?

For them? Always.

He summoned the power, and soon he was gone.

And in that brief moment, he was there before disappearing, any demon in a mile radius shivered in terror.

"Gah! My arm! She cut off my-"

Millie silenced the latest fanatic's cry with a cut to his throat as she panted after another group of grunts was finally dead. Wave after wave of these guys came after their killzone to the point that they were starting to pile up and make their own small wall of corpses that were beginning to stink. The one thing about killing that Millie didn't like was the smell of dead bodies, especially when their bowels failed them. At least I'm getting a good workout.

Wiping the blood from her knives, Millie walked over to her husband and Husk, who were equally as tired as she was, although less covered in blood. The good news was they weren't at any risk of getting low on ammo or guns since they could just use whatever their opponents didn't need anymore, but they were running low on stamina. There was only so much fighting and shooting you could do until your body was starting to stress out. Combined with the strange anti-demonic power feeling that was still making her stomach flip every so often, it was a miracle that any of them were still standing.

Lighting up a cigarette, Husk sighed, "This shit is getting real old fast."

"Someone has to come and help us, right? There is no way this can be kept a secret anymore," Moxxie asked desperately. "Maybe not the police but the Royal Guard? Lucifer himself? Even the goddamn army? I mean, Princess Charlie's life is at stake here with the rest of us! Fuck, I'll even take Blitz charing in on a horse at this point."

"Who knows, maybe they can't because of whatever they're using to block demonic abilities?" Husk stated before letting out a few puffs. "Eh, I always knew I'd end up dead in this hotel someday."

"I'm not dying yet," Millie said, taking a shotgun and pumping it. "I'm not pushing daisies until I have a kid or two and see them get married."

"Yeah, Satan knows your mother is always trying to get us to make her a grandma," Moxxie snorted as he readjusted his scope on one of the rifles he took from the attackers. "Knowing her, she'll bring us back from the dead, put us in a love cabin, and force us to fuck until we pop a few out. Then let us go back to our graves."

Suddenly, Millie's cell phone started ringing as she picked it up and answered it. "Hello?"

"Glad you're not dead, Millie. Is Moxxie alive too, or do I finally get his coffee mug?" Loona asked on the other end.

"We're alive, Loona," Millie answered as she looked at the corpses they had been dealing with. "We've been hunkering down with Husk in defending the safety bunker for the guests, but we're getting really hammered the past ten minutes. I swear these guys are like lemmings coming to their doom. Did you find Princess Charlie?"

"Yeah, both her and her wife. She's not looking too good, though," Loona replied with a worried tone. "Whatever that wave thing was, it really affected her badly. We're on our way to her office to get something that's supposed to help out."

"At this point, any assistance will be helpful," Millie stated. "Did you hear from Blitz yet?"

"No, but he better get here quick, or I'm going to...to...is...is it getting colder in here?"

Millie was about to ask what she was talking about, but she started to feel it too. At first, it was just a chilly breeze, but then her entire body started shivering from the coldness that waved over them like a winter breeze. Millie began to huff to build up heat as she wondered if Hell had finally frozen, especially since this was in the middle of summer. Moxxie and Husk were in a similar state, with the cat wrapping his wings around his fur to keep warm while Moxxie looked ready to suddenly faint for some reason.

That reason soon hit as the coldness turned into something else. Something that couldn't be described as anything more than an open void. A soulless, terrifying, and pressuring presence that had suddenly appeared without warning. Millie felt her heartbeat increase to the point of hearing it in her head as sweat began dripping down her brows. Instantly, Millie was on her knees and felt her arms wrap around her body both to feel warm and assure her senses to not panic more than she already was. Millie tried to say something, but she couldn't. Gazing over at Moxxie and Husk, the two were in a similar state. Moxxie was curled up in terror while his tail was between his legs, and he looked ready to cry. Husk was panicking and looking around with wide eyes while his hair was all curled up.

W-What is happening?! What's going on?! Millie asked herself in complete terror. Is this the fanatics? Just like with the wave? Did they do this?

If so, she really didn't want to find out what it was that caused this.

"What the fuck?!" Loona shouted as she felt every instinct inside her screaming to run away, but her nerves were paralyzed with fear. She looked over at Vaggie and Charlie, who were just as scared. Although, the Princess seemed to have a certain glow in her eyes as if she recognized this power.

"This is...one of...but...who?" Charlie whispered in confusion and awe, but she soon nearly passed out as Vaggie continued telling her to stay awake.

One of what? Loona wondered as she gulped and hoped that whatever had arrived in the hotel with this pressure was friendly.

In an instant, Gustav felt the sudden change of power that warped into the hotel. His men and radio contacts were also warning him about what he had been feeling from their monitors back at the safehouse. Cold sweat dripped down the skull face of the wolf demon, who compared this feeling to the battlefields of the Second World War he was in. The sense of doom lingering around you in a smoke-filled field of burned ruin and decay.

Reaching for his com, he quickly contacted some of the handlers back at the base. "This is Gustav! I need a reading for an energy signature at our location!"

"We're already sensing it!" One of them reported back on the other end. "It's nothing demonic, but it's not angelic either! I've never seen anything like it! Wait...it's increasing..."

"Increasing? What does that mea-"

Gustav was soon blown away by an explosion that rocked the hotel's sixth floor. The screams of dozens dying from the blast ended up echoing on his radio as all the windows were broken from the force of the explosion while black and blue flames spread from the burst before fading into short embers. This only made Gustav even more confused and concerned. Gulping, Gustav finally realized that maybe the operation had hit a problem that needed to be dealt with.

"...I want a squad checking out the sixth floor now!" Gustav ordered on his radio as he growled, wondering what had just arrived to turn this day from good to bad.

While most of the fanatics taking part in the assault were doing it for ideological or personal reasons, some were just in it for the money. Victor Bloodbarks, a dark red-furred hellhound, didn't care what the job was so long as it had big bucks involved. You wanted to wipe out a gang inside your territory? Pay him, and he would do it. Need your ex-husband whacked? Pay him, and he would do it. Want to take part in some rebellion to attack the Royal Family and restart the war against Heaven? Pay him double, and he would do it.

Holding one of the modified M4A1 rifles, Victor followed the squad of eight (including himself) up the stairs with everyone standing by, ready for action. Like everyone else in the hotel, he felt the terrifying presence of whatever the fuck came from the sixth floor while wiping out a group of imp staff hiding in one of the apartments. His squad leader had agreed to take the task even though Victor had wanted to argue about it, but before he could say anything, they were already going up the stairs.

When they got to the top floor, Victor felt his nose hit with the fumes of fire, smoke, and ash despite wearing a protective helmet. The entire floor had been completely demolished, with all valuable items practically destroyed and the entire hallway filled with the corpses of their comrades. Hell, nothing wasn't even anything left of them except for blacked skeletons.

The smoke and fumes from whatever caused this were still thick enough that they could barely see straight. Slowly, they spread out among the open area and made their way to the sixth's floor's main feature: a recreation center. Whatever activities, items, or gear was supposed to be here was scattered and broken. The lights were even off with the glass lightbulbs shattered on the floor.

"See anything?" One of them asked.

"Nothing," Victor replied as he expanded his senses. He tried to pick up a scent using his nose, but there was too much to distinguish anything specific.

Suddenly, there was a shift of a wooden chair, and everyone aimed their guns at the sound but soon relaxed upon seeing a rat rush out of the room on its tiny little legs.

"Shit," a tall lizard demon muttered as he lowered his shotgun. "Fricken rodent. I thought it was something more-"

There was a flash, and Victor blinked before seeing the entire head of the lizard demon was no longer on his neck. Instead, it sailed in the air and landed perfectly on the same seat they had nearly shot. Blood came out of the neck before the limp body fell to the floor. Victor looked at the body in disbelief. He had blinked for a second and saw nothing but a simple glint of something white and sharp before whatever it was that killed the lizard demon disappeared into the shadows.

"We got contact!" Someone yelled as the seven of them raised their guns and looked around. However, there was another scream shortly after.

Turning around, Victor saw a female imp getting dragged across the floor with white curved blades on her shoulders and black whispy chains dragging her deeper into the darker shadows of the back. They all fired at once, but all they could hear was her screaming and body being torn apart by something that didn't seem to be bothered by the gunfire. After emptying their clips, they heard nothing but silence until the sound of heavy breathing could be heard.

Victor wasn't sure if that was him, one of the others, or whatever it was that was stalking them like a spider to the fly. The room started to get colder, and the shadows were getting thicker to the point that he could barely see in front of him, even with his enchanted vision. He could see his breath coming out of his muzzle as the others slowly started to back away. That's when something started glowing out of the darkness. Two wispy blue flamed curved blades with watery white tips emerged from a shade-like figure. The blades extended to the size of full broadswords and howled like a shriek in the wind as two large pure white ghostly eyes with void-like pupils stared at them.

Upon seeing them, Victor felt his gun slip from his grasp as a terrible feeling went to his stomach. Despite not seeing the entire shape of this dreadful creature, the feeling he got when he saw him was enough to make him piss his pants. No amount of money was worth getting killed for this, and Victor was trying his hardest to urge his body to flee, but he was too paralyzed to do so. He wasn't the only one as the others looked just as terrified and ready to run, but it struck before anyone could make an effort to fight or flee.

It was like watching a dance of murder in slow motion. In one split second, the strange ghost-like blades had sliced and diced through each of the remaining members of the squad like a knife to butter. Some of the strikes were so fast that blue and black flames erupted from the cuts and disintegrated the flesh of their victims before lying as nothing more than a dead, burned skeleton. Before Victor knew it, he was the last to remain, but it didn't last long. He didn't even realize that he was the last one alive until he had one of those blades in his stomach. The hellhound didn't even feel it inside until blood started pouring out of his wound and his mouth. He looked into the void-based eyes of the creature that had killed him, and he realized, in these final moments, that this was no demon.

This was Death itself.

It took a while for everyone to calm down from the icy feeling that slowly faded away as nobody spoke for a long time. Even in the rest of the hotel, it sounded near dead quiet. Moxxie, holding a hand to his heart, asked, "W-What was that?"

"I...I don't fucking know..." Husk answered with his tone actually in terror and not in the lazy and board-sounding manner he was known for. "Whatever it was...it felt like...like..."

Suddenly, Moxxie and Millie's phone rang simultaneously, making them jump, but they took out their cells and saw that Blitzo was calling them on facetime. They accepted and soon saw their boss and Loona on the screens.

"Hey, gang," Blitzo whispered with a slight grin. "Did I miss the party?"

"Blitz!" Moxxie and Millie shouted in relief.

"Finally, Dad! What the fuck took you so long!" Loona shouted.

"Sorry, traffic was bad," Blitzo said before getting serious. "Sit rep, people. Now."

"Millie and I are with Husk defending the safety bunker, and we're getting exhausted here," Moxxie replied with a wince. "Not sure how much longer we will be able to hold out without dropping our weapons."

"I'm with Princess Charlie and her wife heading to her office," Loon answered. "She has something that can save us, so we're heading there now. We're just about one floor away."

"Alright, here is the game plan," Blitzo said. "Loona, keep going to Charlie's room and get that thing she needs. Mox? Millie? Take five. I will get their attention to keep their focus off of you."

"Wait, Blitz! You should know about this thing that-"

Blitzo hung up the call before Moxxie could finish.

Millie then raised an eyebrow. "Wait a minute, how did he get in here? And where is he?"

Moxxie blinked before realizing that his wife was right. The fanatics were still out front and preventing anyone from coming inside. So how did Blitz get in here?

Smashing the door open, Loona quickly searched before helping Vaggie carry Charlie into her office. Once they had the princess on a chair, Loona closed the door, locked it, and placed a large bookshelf in front for additional blockage. Sighing in relief, Loona turned to the couple and asked, "Okay, so where is this thing that's going to help us?"

"My desk," Charlie whimpered as she weakly raised her hand and pointed to it. "Top shelf...on the right...phone...type in...4357...and hit...enter..." With that said, Charlie passed out as Vaggie rushed to her side.

"Charlie?! Charlie!" Vaggie cried as she shook her for a bit before hearing her heartbeat. Sighing, she said, "She's still breathing...but she's getting worse..."

"Okay, top shelf, right side!" Loona shouted as she rushed to the desk and practically tore the shelf open. She quickly saw a gray cell phone and saw it was an old flip-style phone. Trusting in the instructions, Loona typed in the letters and pressed enter.

Ring. Ring.

Blinking, she saw a caller coming in and accepted the call. Putting the phone to her ear, she asked, "Hello?"

"Who is this?"

"This is Loona," The hellhound answered before growling. "Look, whoever you are, we need help! The Hazbin Hotel in Imp City is under attack! We got most of the demons inside being killed off, and Charlie's unconscious! Whoever the fuck you are, you better get here and help us, or we're fucked!"

"...We'll be there in fifteen to twenty minutes. Hold tight until then."

"Who are you guys, by the way?" Loona asked as she found the caller's tone to be...different than anything she had ever heard from before.

"We're the help from above."

And then the call went silent.