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by the great pepsi man

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13. Hell doom

He had lived a good life, a damn good life! His father might've been shit, but his mother was second to none. He still remembered the tears in her eyes when he went to war. After what happened with his old man, he couldn't not join the fight. The world was at war again, and William Joseph Blazkowicz wasn't going to stand idly by and let the Nazis go unbloodied. And so he did, serving on as many fronts as he could, he met many friends, some that would outlive him, and more that he would outlive. But he didn't regret a damn minute of it. From his first mission behind enemy lines, to his last mission behind enemy lines. He struck out against the Nazis. He even had the honor of being the one who punched Hitler to death! Albeit the Russians got the credit for finding him dead from suicide. It was decided to not let the world know exactly what the Nazis were up to in Castle Wolfenstein.

Even after the war, he lived a good life. Though his Nazis killing days were behind him, he was getting married, the loveliest woman his wife was, Anya was honestly one of the few people who could handle his antics, the war having done little to cool his spitfire personality. By the time he had his first and only son, the world had begun to change. His son inherited the Blazkowicz family will, and regardless of the times, and the other wars that had begun to broil, he never let him down. Though Anya was more than a little disappointed that he was given naming rights of his son, if there was any truth out there, BJ Blazko couldn't name shit to save his life. William Joseph Blazkowicz the Second, or as he would be called by friends and family alike, Keen. It made dinner time, and figuring out which of them was in trouble when Anya called them out by their full names very difficult.

By the time his grandson came into his life, he wasn't exactly ready for it. His daughter-in-law died during his birth,a heart attack, and his son was devastated. Yet he and Anya were there for the two of them, through thick and thin. Unfortunately, due to an unexplained happening during one of his son's regular missions into space, his son went missing, presumed dead. This was a bit much of a shake up for the now older Blazko, son and daughter-in-law dead, and left with a grandson too young to know either of his parents, and with no other family than his grandparents. Both he and Anya were heartbroken by the circumstances, but as before in the war, he wouldn't just fold.

He and Anya raised their grandson as best they could. The times were changing, and they weren't spring chickens anymore. His grandson was very quiet, they at first thought he was mute, but the doctor said that he simply didn't like talking. Regardless of their grandson's taciturn nature, they quickly learned how to tell what he wanted or intended. Eventually, he even followed in his grandpa's footsteps, joining the military, though unfortunately, he never got to see him graduate, dying peacefully in his sleep, 6 whole years before his wife Anya would join him. Though it pained him to see the silent pain on his grandson's face from above, he had to admit Heaven wasn't half bad, his knees no longer hurt, and he was as spry as he was during the war.

Though it was there that he learned that his son wasn't in heaven, or hell for that matter. He had to remember to breathe after being told that. Apparently, he was still kicking, somewhere out in the cosmos. That scratched the touching family reunion he expected when he died, but his daughter-in-law was here so he took his victories where he could get them. Heaven definitely owed him a favor or two, given his little encounter back at Castle Wolfenstein.

There he was, in rough shape after being captured, likely about to be executed, when out of nowhere, a ball of light appeared before him, calling itself The Seraphim. It offered him a deal, it would allow him the strength needed to escape, and to take down the Nazis for good, if he worked for it as a 'Slayer'. Honestly up until he was welcomed in Heaven with a damn party, he didn't really think much on his angelic deal. He didn't expect Michael to drink him of all people under the table, but he did. Apparently The Seraphim was a pretty popular guy in Heaven, and those who bore his blessing were very important. His life in Heaven was pretty good.

Though, as was the issue with the Blazkowicz family, something had to come along to turn it on its head. That 'thing' in this case was Satan deciding that Earth was now his. Most of those in Heaven could only watch as their loved ones and friends were butchered by the hordes of Hell. The Archangels seemed to be deliberating on something. Before long, the brand that was the Seraphim's blessing itched on his neck. From somewhere, the living ball of holy light that was the Seraphim, descended from the even higher Heavens, he was pretty sure that was where God lived, Jesus would hang about normal Heaven. As the Seraphim descended, they watched as he appeared just above his old house.

Before he could even question it. The Seraphim was back in Heaven and he was in line with several other people. He was surprised Irwin was blessed by him too, guy was always with Saint Francis over at the Animal Sanctuary, didn't seem like the type to fight evils, maybe The Seraphim was a fan of his show, he wouldn't know. It was then they were all given their orders. This would be the last task given to them, but it was likely the most important. They were to go down to Earth, and kick the ever loving shit out of the demons that infested the Earth.

That was something he could get behind, he's sent more than his fair share of bastards to Hell, why not make sure they don't come back. Now, as they were already dead, they were basically immortal, unkillable, but that wouldn't be enough. So that's how he got here, in the bombed out ruins of Parliament, London England, the Spear of Fucking Destiny clutched his right hand. Turns out, Lucifer really sucked at his job of punishing people, and now he had to deal with Nazis again. Demon Nazis, but Nazis all the same. BJ Blazkowicz was back, and now, he had a lot more than a double barrel and machine gun. Not really, but this Spear was useful for one, as he quickly learned, it could fire holy energy bolts. He learned that after he pinned the head of a demon to a wall by accident while trying to figure it out shortly after arriving.

He needed guns, and his double barrel was still back home in the states. Luckily he wouldn't have that issue for long. As he wandered the ruins of the Parliament, he found a few demons ahead of him, wearing very familiar armor. Years later, decades after the war, he still had to see those damn uniforms, worn by a bunch of swastika saluting demon bastards. He cracked his knuckles, approaching them from behind. He didn't bother listening to what they were saying as he put his hands on their shoulders. "Either of you boys care to help an old man out?" The two turned to look at him, to which he promptly punched one in the face and stabbed the other through the gut with his Spear.

He turned quickly splitting the punched demon nazi down the middle with the spear. As the two demons joined the corpses across the ground, he picked up their machine guns. He wasn't keen on using Nazi guns, but for lack of a better option. He rushed through the building, encountering more soon to be dead demon nazis. He tore through them, muscle memory never having left him. By the time he found a way out of the Parliament Building, he found that the streets of London burned. Big Ben wouldn't be chiming any time soon, and he was fairly certain that London Bridge had collapsed, he'd bet good money on someone singing that song when they did that. He found himself near a dead soldier, the poor bastard looked like he got caught by surprise, but he didn't look like he was a British soldier. A mercenary if he had to guess, as he got closer he heard a voice coming from a walkie talkie.

"Damn it Romero! Are you there?!" The voice sounded french, accented at least. He picked the walkie talkie off of the body, and answered it. "Sorry to say, but I think Romero didn't make it."

The voice clearly didn't expect him. "Who the hell are you?! Another of these undead Nazi bastards?!"

He almost shook his head until he remembered how they were talking. "Ain't no Nazi boy, Name's William Joseph Blazkowicz. I'm a soldier from the US"

The voice on the other end took a moment. "From the States? What were you on vacation or something when this shit happened?"

He shrugged. "Guess you could say that. More importantly, who and where are you?"

"Getting straight to the point eh? I'm Pip Bernadotte, commander of the Wild Geese, and presently, we are holding off an invasion of a bunch of dickless goose steppers at Buckingham Palace. Don't suppose you want to join in the fun?" He chuckled as he stood up.

"Damn right. Been awhile since I last kicked Nazi ass, don't wanna miss this chance." His words confused Pip.

"Wait, what do you mean 'been awhile since' how old are you anyway?" He held the walkie talkie close as he ran through the streets.

"Ain't none of your business kid. Besides, Bernadotte, sounds like someone I knew during the war." He laughed as he could tell he was confusing the shit outta him.

"Listen, I've gotten used to weird supernatural nonsense, what the hell are you?"

"I'm William Joseph Blazkowicz, I served during the second World War, I kicked Nazi ass the entire time. I lived a good life and died, about 8 years ago. I'm back to kick more Nazi ass. That answer your question?" He heard Pip take a long drag from what was likely a cigarette.

"Merde, I knew I heard that last name before. BJ Blazko, my grandfather told me that you both had a bet to see who could take out the most Nazis in a raid during the war." It took him a minute to remember, being dead and in Heaven didn't do great things to his memory.

"I knew I heard of a Bernadotte before. Even when the World was at war, he still had the time to run bets. If he ever told you he won those, he lied." He quickly stopped as a large zeppelin drifted overhead, followed by another four. "Shit, seems they got the air covered."

"You just saw the zeppelins didn't you?" Pip let out a breath. "Those Nazi fucks have aerial support. We're holding our own at the Palace, but we're waiting for our own reinforcements. If you see a police girl with." He paused for a moment. "Large guns. She's one of ours. Her name's Seras Victoria, but everyone just calls her Police Girl." He kept running finding, several more demon Nazis in his way. He didn't let them stop him. With several new corpses littering the street he kept pace, seeing Buckingham getting closer in the distance. He could see the fire fight raging around the building. He'd have to do something about that if he wanted to get inside quickly.

Machine Gun in one hand, Spear of Destiny in the other. He cut through a nearby park, finding several gun emplacements the demon Nazis had set up. They laid relentless rounds down on the palace, the forces inside the palace doing their best to hold back the invading forces. He needed to lessen the forces attacking. He leapt into the fray, going from emplacement to emplacement, gunning and cutting down whatever demon got in his way, and even those that didn't. His marksmanship proved superior to the demon Nazis, even though they couldn't hurt him, they never even managed to hit him. Some were more heavily armored than others, but the Spear of Destiny made short work of them. They even had mechs, mechs! In all his life, or well afterlife, he never thought he'd see another mecha Nazi, but now he was fighting against Mecha Demon Nazis.

Still, the Spear was unrivaled, tearing through the mech's steel hide as a blowtorch through butter. For a spear it was very good at cutting, not that he minded. He jumped from the now burning wreck, before taking aim at the remaining emplacements. He tore through them fast, but still the Palace was being besieged. As he continued cutting through the Nazis, he saw that they all turned their attention to the opposite end of the Palace, quickly advancing, completely ignoring him. It seems the reinforcements Pip had mentioned had arrived. He needed to give them cover, and he just so happened to spy a pilotless mech.

It was only after he was behind the controls that he realized he had no idea how to pilot this thing. "Those fuckers couldn't even bother to put a damn user manual in?!" He looked the controls over relentlessly, but found nothing. He slammed his hands against it and managed to get it started. Shrugging he grabbed hold of what he hoped were the control sticks and got it moving. He saw droves of Nazis before him, paying zero attention to the mech approaching from behind. As he fiddled with the controls, the mech's gatling gun arms raised, allowing him to aim. Pressing down the triggers, both guns roared as rounds bellowed from them. The sheer amount of bullets eviscerated the Nazis before him. More of them were reduced to red vapor then to corpses. Soon, he had taken out all of them, before he was yanked out of the mech by the back of his collar. He was thrown to the ground as a large demon Nazi jumped off the mech and towards him, flanked by other Nazis.

They made to crush him, but were distracted as the less armored Nazis were gunned down, letting him take out his Spear and fire a bolt straight through the large Nazi. Approaching him was a mercenary with one good eye.

"BJ Blazko I assume?" The Frenchman smirked and held out his hand to help him up.

He took it and got to his feet. "Commander Bernadotte, I take it? Thanks for the cover there."

Pip shrugged. "Eh it was the least I could do, after seeing that sort of display. Come on, we've managed to repel them for now. We're meeting in the throne room." The two quickly made their way inside, two other mercenaries barricading the door behind them. Last time he was here was during the Blitz, he couldn't tell if it had changed or not, hard to tell during a demon invasion. As they made their way through the halls, a blonde haired girl rounded the corner ahead of them. In her hand, was what looked like a damn anti-tank rifle. He knew Anya always wanted one but he thought she was an outlier.

"Pip! There you are! Annnnnd who's this?" She stopped just in front of them, he saw she was wearing a uniform different from both the British Military and Pip's mercenaries.

He bowed slightly and held his hand out. "William Joseph Blazkowicz. Pleasure to meet ya, I'm assuming your Ms. Victoria?" She gave Pip a look for a moment before shaking his hand.

"Are you one of Pip's men? I haven't noticed you before. I hope he hasn't said anything weird about me." He shrugged.

"All he said is that you had large guns, and judging from that cannon in your hand I can say he was right." He missed the glare she shot Pip, and the surrendering motion Pip made his hands towards her.

"He's not a normal soldier that's for sure" Pip told her, hopefully to get her to forget her anger at him. "I think it's faster if he explains it to everyone."

She nodded. "Ms. Integra sent me to track you down. I guess he can come as well."

With that, the three of them made their way through the halls of the Palace, passing soldiers and mercenaries alike, tending to the wounded and readying for the next attack. By the time they arrived in the throne room, there were more explosions echoing from outside. As they walked into the room, he saw several people standing near the thrones. A woman with incredibly long blonde hair, a tall pale man, decked head to toe in red, and elderly butler man, along with the current queen of England.

"Um Master? I found Pip, and he found an uh?" She paused as her master turned around, his sunglasses not showing his eyes.

"William Joseph Blazkowicz, you dog food eating son of a bitch!" Her master's voice had the same snark as always in it. To her surprise, the american next to her spoke next.

"Alucard the Motherfucking Vampire, figured you'd still be kicking after all this time." His gaze turned to the elderly butler. His eyes widened. "Walter Dornez, you're still alive?!"

Seras was beyond confused, this man knew both her master and Walter? Alucard was immediately in front of William.

"It's been decades, and you don't look a minute over 20." Walter approached them as well. "Walter! Look! He's 20 years older than you and looks like he could be Police Girl's older brother!" Walter sighed as he looked William over.

"It has been too long William." He gave the aged Walter a nod.

"Same to you Walter, ain't the shittalking 14 year old you were during the war anymore." The long haired woman approached them.

"I do hate to break up a reunion, but would either of you mind telling me who this is and why he's acting like you're all old drinking buddies?" She crossed her arms as she waited. Walter gave her a slight bow.

"My apologies Sir Integra, this is William Joseph Blazkowicz, formerly a soldier during the second World War, and a key operative in several operations to dismantle the Nazi warmachine. I believe you have already been briefed on the file from Castle Wolfenstein?" Integra rubbed her chin for a moment.

"So, this is the famous BJ Blazko Alucard would also yammer on about when I didn't let him go on walks. That answers that part, but the other question is, why the hell he looks like he's the same age as me when he's 20 years older than Walter!" Alucard noticed something on the back of William's neck.

When he got a good look at it, he burst into laughter. "You fucking dog you! You got old Sera to give you his brand?! Is that why he showed up awhile ago?!" His laughter rang out. Integra glared at him, her arms still crossed.

"Care to explain Alucard?" It took him a moment to stop laughing, and even then he did snort a few times before he fully calmed down.

"Basically, before me and Walter showed up to help him in Operation 'Letting the Dogs out'" Walter gave a deep sigh. "BJ here was tasked with tracking down a secret Nazi developement lab. One that was overseen by Old Toothbrush Lips himself! He got captured, and that's when me and Walter got sent in. Long story short, I'm ready to fuck up some Nazis, and when we show up, the entire place it filled with Nazi corpses, with BJ over here napping on the roof!" He turned back to William. "As for how, apparently, he got blessed by a being called The Seraphim. Think of him as God's right hand man, angel, ball of light. Except The Seraphim is a lot more active than Mr High and Almighty. He even tried to smooth things out between me and Him way back in the day. Basically, he made old Willy here one of his own, with that little blessing on his neck able to kick anything evil's ass. It also means, any demons he kills ain't showing back up down below." He raised an eyebrow. "I was wondering why Lucy was calling me. I figured he wanted his dogs back but I was too busy trying to catch a shark. Needed it for my museum." He muttered that last part.

Integra sighed as she looked at William. "So, I take it you're here to help us with our."

"Demon Nazi problem?" He asked.

"Yes, that." She turned back around facing the elderly woman on the throne before her. "I must apologize for the wait. We had our own issues back at the manor. Owls." The Queen nodded.

"I thank you for coming at all Ms. Hellsing. In all my years, I never thought I would see the Reich return, even less so in the form it is now." Alucard, Walter, and William approached the Queen. Alucard actualling kneeling down before her, Walter bowing, while William did his best to kneel.

"Come now, none of that. The enemy is at our gates. This old woman doesn't deserve such treatment from her defenders." Alucard shook his head.

"Nonsense my dear, had they allowed me to, I would have ordered your very own weapon." The Queen chuckled.

"Oh my dear Alucard, even after so long, you're still quite the charmer." She turned towards William. "The last time we met face to face Mr. Blazkowicz, was before you made for Castle Itter. How long it has been."

"Far too long Elizabeth, I had meant to invite you to the wedding, but Anya wanted a quiet wedding."

"I trust she, and you, have been well?"

"About as well as people who passed away in their sleep can be. And don't you worry. They ain't getting anywhere near ya, not on my watch." Finally she turned to Walter.

"Mr. Dornez, I trust you'll have this recorded for me once this has blown over?" He gave her a polite nod.

"Of course my Lady."

"Good, now Ms. Hellsing?" Integra bowed as well. "I trust that you and your's will ensure the safety of the homefront from these barbaric invaders?" Integra gave her a determined nod. "Very well, I leave the rest to you. But I do not intend to leave the throne in our country's time of need." They stood tall again, William walking over to Pip.

"Hey, you wouldn't happen to have any other guns laying around would ya? Been using these, and it doesn't feel right using Nazi guns." Pip looked the guns over, before grabbing from his hands, and tossing them aside, he walked over to a munitions box and pulled out two AK-47s.

"They will serve you better." He heard someone talking through his walkie talkie, leaning down for a moment, while William looked his guns over. Just as everyone was doing their own things, one of the mercenaries barreled into the room.

"We've got incoming!" He was thrown from his feet as the entire Palace shook from the force of the bombardment. Pip quickly helped his man to his feet.

"How many are there?" Another blast rocked the Palace as he asked.

"It's those fucking blimps! Two of them are just firing at us, while another two landed and are dropping more reinforcements. The last one is just watching us!" Another blast echoed in the Palace, followed by the screams of men.

"Seras, get to the roof and take down the one's bombing us. Walter, keep the immediate perimeter around the throne room secured. Alucard" She saw the toothy grin he had. "Have fun." She turned to William next.

"No need to bother Ma'am, I'm gonna be showing these Nazi bastards how a Blazkowicz rolls." With that he was the first to leave the throne room, followed quickly by Seras, and then Alucard as he giggled manically to himself. Walter was the last to leave, asking something of Integra.

"Sir Integra, might I ask, what do you intend to do?" As her answer, she pulled out her sword.

"Mr. Bernadotte and I will be defending the Queen from those that seek to harm her. I believe you have your task Walter." He was surprised by her statement but gave a small smile and nodded.

"Of course Sir Integra." As he made for the door, he tightened his gloves, razor wire flitting about the air around him.

They swarmed the Palace grounds and halls, their armor strong and nigh indestructible when fought against with traditional firearms. Yet, the Spear of Destiny is far from traditional, easily piercing through their vanguard, leaving them staggered and opened to gunfire from the defending soldiers and mercenaries. He leapt passed the defensive barricades, running into the fray directly, what few demons could fire upon him, missing every shot. Yet, his aim was still true, each round fired tore into their numbers. Limbs flew free from bodies, his spear rending through their more armored forces. Echoing above the gunfire and destruction he could hear the telltale sound of Alucard's pistols singing. He'd need to ask if he could borrow one of those things.

Pip's men fought hard, though the Nazis outnumbered them and had the armor, they lacked the will to persevere. Whilst other halls and their defenders fell, the halls that William charged into the fray in stood strong, the invaders buckling beneath the force of a Slayer and of men and women who wanted to live. As he fought his way into a courtyard, he saw the zeppelins raining death down upon them. Just as they began their next volley, one of the ships was pummeled with AA fire. Looking at the rooftop above him, he saw Seras Victoria, wielding what he had to guess were two AA guns by herself. Well, she did call Alucard master, so it was safe to assume that she was a vampire as well, or that she was into the same weird shit Alucard was.

The AA fire tore the zeppelin apart, it burned and exploded, as it fell from the sky, directly onto one of the landed zeppelin. The two exploded in a flurry of fire and shrapnel. Remind him not to piss her off. Still, despite the battle turning out of their favor, the demon Nazis fought on regardless. They charged and charged, and were cut down again and again, yet they kept at it. Even as Seras turned her gunfire towards the other zeppelin.

He kept fighting as well, dodging beneath mechs and plunging his spear through them. Using it to blast holes through the ever approaching hordes of demons. As the other zeppelin fell burning from the sky directly onto the other landed zeppelin, all that was left of their airsupport was the single zeppelin not doing anything. He heard the heaving of metal, followed by two loud bangs, two lone objects flew from Seras' guns directly into the final zeppelin. Both exploded on contact, the flames from the impact began to consume the airship, before something dropped from beneath it. A large hulking mass of iron and steel and Nazi tech.

"Guten Morgen! My dear defenders of Buckingham Palace. I trust mein men have been treating you well?" It couldn't be, he knew that voice. From the operation Alucard always insisted on being called 'Kraut Control'.

He could even hear Alucard's laughter echoing through the palace.

"I see zat zere have been some new players in our little game. If it isn't a little blast from ze past! William Joseph Blazkowicz! I remember you very vell, along vith Hellsing's resident vampire, Alucard! Did you finally kick the bucket? Or has Alucard turned you into a vampire as vell?"

"Sorry to say, Herr Major, but even Death can't keep me from kicking your ass again!" He could hear The Major's laughter come from the Colossus.

"My dear schweinehund headed american. It vould seem zat Death has made you blind. I shall inform you of vhat stands before you now." The Colossus shifted, beginning to approach the Palace. "Zis, is ze finest machinery built by ze greatest minds zat Hell could offer. Zere is nothing you could wield against me, bearing the mark of ze Slayer or not, zat would pierce it."

He smirked. "Seems you're the one that needs their eyes checked. Cuz I ain't packing just guns." He took out his spear, holy energy crackling through it. "Never got a spear as a gift before, but The Seraphim certainly knows how to make a man feel special!" A bolt of energy lanced through the spear, going straight through the chest of the Colossus.

"Scheisse!" The Major aimed one of the mech's arms at him, firing a volley of rockets directly at him, as the other arm fired a barrage of lead. He dodged the explosions, and gunfire, firing lance after lance of energy into the Colossus. Burning holes clean through it. Still it advanced, closer and closer, even as smoke billowed throughout its hulking form. Just as it got in front of the palace, it began to falter. Explosions rocked the entirety of it. He could hear The Major's voice listing off as many swears as he could before the head of the Colossus exploded, launching a flaming pod directly into the Palace, right into the throne room.

"Shit!" He ran off as the Colossus collapsed to the ground. He had to fight his way back into the Palace as more Nazis had filled the halls, forcing the defenders back.

Pip was the first to open fire on the pod before him, Integra firing at it as well with her pistol. Their gunfire did nothing to it as it opened, revealing the demonic form of The Major. His legs were mechanical spider like legs, with his form growing as he emerged from it.

"Ah Fraulein." His one normal eye stared at Integra, before drifting to the Queen. "I see, zat it falls to me to ensure the success of our new Reich." He raised his right arm, also mechanical, looking more like a thruster than an arm. As he aimed it at them, it was tangled up in razor wire, along with the rest of his body. The sharpened wire dug into his corrupted flesh, distracting him from firing. Walter flipped over The Major, landing in front of Integra and Pip.

"And here I thought you were ugly before you died." He tightened the wire, blood soaking through the wounds.

"Ah Walter! So glad to see you could make it. Sorry to say, but you vill find zat no longer vorks on me" As he said this the wire that Walter held, went slack, as electricity coursed through his body, melting the wire.

"Mein body has been enhanced beyond even zat of Alucard." As he raised his gun again, several rounds nearly blew the arm off.

"Did someone call?" There stood Alucard, a smirk seemingly permanently etched onto his face. "Honestly, this is a lot of fuss, if you wanted me to kill you again, you could've just called."

The Major turned to address Alucard. "Believe me, ve did call. You just never answered."

Alucard shrugged. "Yeah well, I was busy. And Lucy still never paid me back for all the work I did for him. Honestly, you ask for anything from the guy and he gets all huffy."

"You still haven't returned his dogs."

"THEY'RE MINE NOW!" He opened fire, his bullets tearing through the Major, chucks of demonic Nazi flesh went flying, yet still the Major stood.

"Vell, unfortunately, as I already said before, mein body is immortal, unkillable, even by ze likes of you Alucard."

"Oh really?" Alucard's voice dropped low, as his eyebrow raised.

"Indeed! Herr Doctor, and Mr. Baxter vere quite effective in zeir creation of zis body. Vith it, I shall lead us into a glorious new age!" He heard Alucard snickering to himself. "Vhat's so funny?"

"That you haven't noticed BJ's been looking at you through the hole you put in the ceiling." He pointed upwards, The Major's gaze following him, only to see William a moment too late, as the Spear of Destiny was lodged directly into his face.

The Major's body flailed wildly as he buried the spear deeper into his face, this went on for a few minutes until the Major's body finally stopped moving, falling into a heap on the floor. William got off the Major's corpse and pried the spear free.

"He even gave you the Spear of fucking Destiny. Honestly he never gave me any cool presents." Alucard huffed as he walked over. Seras jumped down the hole in the roof.

"Did we win?" She looked over at Pip who shrugged.

William knew he wasn't done. If The Major was still alive, then he knew that the others were out and about as well. He'd scour the world over to put them down, if Lucifer couldn't punish them right, then he'd do it himself, again. William Joseph Blazkowicz was back, and every Nazi had better start counting the hours.

Despite some demons who thought that they'd be the ones to take him out this time, the remainder of his drive to Houston was uneventful. He did fiddle about with his new wrist blade, managing to break his window doing so but he did need a breeze. As he drove he passed endless amounts of burning homes, ruined lives, and mauled corpses. The drive, which normally he would take to calm his nerves, only fueled the pyre of his fury. For every last corpse and ruined life he'd see, he'd take a pound out of Alastor's hide. He had to find him first, and the only way to find him was to make sure Samuel Hayden survived long enough to find him. Over the horizon, Houston came into view, looking no better than Phoenix.

He also saw the facility Hayden was in, along with the distant flashes of gunfire and explosions rocking the facility. He was close, he just needed to get there. He'd have to cut through the city, which would delay him, but not as much as getting his truck stuck in a ditch would. He'd made surprisingly good time from Paradise to Houston, Pentious really was as skilled as he bragged about. As he jammed the gas pedal down even harder, he made his way into the city.

Much to his surprise the city was abandoned, not a single demon in sight, or even in the shadows, which did not bode well. As he made his way carefully through the ruined city, Hayden came over his comms, sounding a lot more stressed than before. "I trust you are within the city limits!" An explosion was heard in the background. "I fear we are running out of time, an Overlord is inside the facility, it isn't an Overlord I have seen before, but it is tearing through any resistance we can put up. The facility is swarmed with demons from around the state. They've likely learned that I have been aiding you. You have to get here quickly, I will do what I can to slow it down, but short of self destructing the facility my options are limited. I'll grant you full access to the facility. Get here and stop this thing before it finds the-" He was cut off as another explosion cut off communications. As he threw caution to the wind and floored it, a notification filled his view.

CLASSIFICATION LEVEL: OMEGA GRANTED

That made things easier, but he still had to get there, and fast. Not long after, he managed to get through the city, finding himself on a straightaway road towards the facility. His truck plowed through the countless military and UAC vehicles abandoned on the road, stopping for nothing. He came into range of the facility, finding droves of demons in battle with some wounded soldiers. They were outnumbered, nearly a hundred to one. While they were outnumbered, he'd make sure they weren't outgunned. He gunned it straight through the largest amount of demons he could get lined up. Their corrupted bodies scattered and flew as he plowed through them like a pile of fresh snow.

He turned his wheel sharply to the left, letting his truck drift, reducing more demons to mere corpses and red stains on his truck. Taking advantage of the window he'd broken, he aimed his HAR out and opened fire. The flurry of rounds from his HAR and him using his truck as a battering ram, it broke the chokehold the demons had on the soldiers. He floored it again, charging straight through another line of demons, before pinning a large one with the front of his truck against an overturned tank. The demon flailed about trying to get the truck off of it, before it was silenced as its upper body was blown apart by his Super Shotgun. He loaded another two shells into as he stared down the demons now gawking at him.

One actually had the bright idea of charging him, only to be impaled upon his new wrist blade. It didn't kill it, but he made it wish it did as he kept it dangling in the air, as he used it as a shield against the demons who began to open fire on him. The demon meat shield screamed as round after round blew chunks out of its body. While he returned fire with his Super Shotgun, each volley of buckshot he sent at them, dropped three or more demons at a time. It didn't take long for the demons to decide charging him was an incredibly bad idea, but by then he had taken out a good quarter of what remained from his hit and run.

He finally ended the meat shield demon's misery as he split it in half and chucked the remainder at another demon before plunging his blade through its eye. Plasma Rifle at the ready, he rained blasts down upon the rapidly thinning horde of demons. As he did he saw three lights on the side of it begin to light up. Once they were filled, he dived behind an overturned car, letting them think he was recovering. As he popped back over the car, his Plasma Rifle aimed dead center on a group of fifteen or more demons, he flicked a switch on the side, and pulled the trigger. A pulse of heat so intense it may have burned his forearms was fired from the front of the rifle. Pentious wasn't lying on how it would react to demons, the group that charged him was now nothing more than vapor in the air.

He could hear the screams of the other demons, leading to him jumping over the car, Plasma Rifle and now HAR in hand. He charged, rounds of lead and plasma flew, finding their targets. The demons had managed to shoot him several times as well, and the wounds burned as they sealed shut. Every scrap, wound, gash, and bullet hole sealed shut as he carved his way through them. To those that got too close, he took them apart with his wrist blade. For those that kept their distance, he riddled their bodies with holes and moved onto the next.

He tore what remained of the demons apart, leaving him surrounded by death. He turned his attention to the entrance of the facility, he booked it inside, leaving the soldiers to get out of there themselves. He didn't bother to even acknowledge their calls, as he used his blade to carve a ditch through the neck of what looked like an ogre demon. He kicked the demon's corpse away as he used his Super Shotgun to blow a hole in a bull demon's stomach. He got his chainsaw out and charged the imp demons that were charging down the hall at him. He made short work of them, they tore at him as he tore through them. His wounds sealing shut into scars as he gored the hordes of hell.

As he finished with that group, he turned his attention to a larger room, firing a rocket, he removed a group of demons from play in an explosion of blood and guts. His explosive arrival alerted the others in the room to his presence. Ranging from the large to small, the demons charged him, running headlong to their deaths as he brought out his chaingun. It spun up and changed the largest demon in the room into a skeleton with chunks of meat hanging off of it. He turned it towards the droves of smaller demons, each round blowing bits and pieces off of them as he killed them.

Some got close enough to him to warrant them tasting his double barrel. The wall of buckshot it fired out blew countless holes through the horde. Another set of shells loaded, another wall of leaden death struck the demons. He opted to use the Super Shotgun on the remainder. Why make things more complicated when just reducing them to giblets worked so well?

Room by room, he carved a rift of death through the invading demons. He made his way into the largest room, finding what appeared to have been the portal to hell. Why it appeared to have been is because it wasn't there anymore. Nothing but a hole of warped steel and hellish energy crackling amongst it. His comms opened up, but it was filled with static, he could hear coughing on the other end of it. He smacked the side of his helmet, hoping it would clear up the static.

The static did begin to clear, on the other end he could hear strained breathing. "I see you have entered the facility." It was Hayden, and he sounded very much worse for wear. "I apologise I could not give you a proper tour" He broke into a coughing fit, a brutal one at that. "But I fear I am not long for this world. That Overlord managed to locate my location shortly after we last spoke. Most of my bones are broken, and one of my lungs has several of my ribs piercing it." He coughed again, a splattering sound following after. "I have managed to hole myself away in one of the labs deeper in the facility. I intended to make use of one of the experimental processes we had in development. But I can't" Again he coughed hard, followed once more by the splattering sound. "I can't move my body anymore, I am losing blood too quickly and I will likely lose consciousness soon. But I cannot die just yet. I have to fix my mistake. You may have noticed that the portal is closed. The Overlord that came through stole the Argent Filter, and is using it for his own use. He's likely scouring the remainder of the facility in search of something. Only I know the way to it. I have to ask you something. I will die, that fact is immutable now. But, I can still be of use to you. I'll send you the location of the lab I'm hidden in. Please, I am begging you, help me fix my mistake."

Hayden's voice cut out again, as the path towards the lab he was in appeared. Hayden was still useful, though this mess was his doing, he had to help him track down Alastor. He checked the two shells in his shotgun and followed the path set before him.

Demons were between him and his next goal, they weren't for long. He slashed, shot, gored, maimed, ripped and tore his way through whatever was in his way. His blade carved, his chainsaw cut, his Super Shotgun fired, his Plasma rifle obliterated, and he was unstopping, always moving, a force of nature, a man possessed. As he continued his mission of demonic death dealing, he arrived in front of a heavily armored door, sealed shut, even to him.

"Unfortunately" Hayden's voice came over his comms again, far raspier than before. "Due to the emergency lock down I used on it, it won't open, even to me. I had to keep them out. But you should be able to find another way in. There's a maintenance vent to your right. It should fit you." He looked between the door and the vent. He kept looking between them before pulling out the hilt that The Seraphim gave him. Gripping the hilt tightly, the blade of holy energy appeared. He shrugged and charged the door, plunging the blade into, and through it. Twisting it, he used it to carve a hole in the door for him to use to enter the room. He kicked the hole he had made, knocking the loose steel free, and letting him in.

As he walked into the room, he saw Hayden in person, looking near death, blood staining most of his body. "Or you could simply do that" He made his way over to the lethally injured doctor. "I can only imagine the things you'd do to me if I weren't dying." Hayden looked him straight in the eyes. "But we can focus on that later, for now." He did his best to turn his head towards the device in the back of the room. "I'll save explaining the function of it for later. But the long and short of it is that it will remove my consciousness from my brain and digitize it, allowing for it to exist in a different, more durable body." He heaved Hayden from his chair, carefully dragging his body towards the device. "Unfortunately, we never finished that body, but I suppose it would just as well with your armor. I'll explain the process through its completion. I leave the rest to you."

He placed Hayden inside the chamber, latching him carefully into the various braces the chair had. Once Hayden was secured, he began to speak again. "Once you've left the chamber, on the console in the neighboring room, you'll find the button to begin the process, it is fortunately for both of us, automated. Once the process is started, you may want to take cover, the surge of power may overload the console and cause it to explode. Once the process is done, return into the chamber and access the back of the chair, that is where I will be stored, from there, simply slot me into the armor and I should have full access to the full functions of the suit." He left for the next room, hopping Hayden wouldn't die before the process was even started.

Now, Hayden did say it was just a button, but he had no idea what that button looked like. As he fiddled about the room trying to find it, it seems Hayden could tell he was having issues. "Center console, it has the UAC logo on it, bright blue. Might've been the only good thing Pierce did before I fired her." Sure enough, there it was, exactly where he said it was. Not wanting to waste more time, he slammed his fist against it. Immediately several protective barriers lowered, keeping him from seeing what went on in the chamber. Yet, as Hayden had said, the consoles across the room began to spark, some exploding as light began to bleed through the barriers on the windows. He shielded his eyes from the brightness as they grew even brighter.

With a jolt, every console in the room exploded, not enough to throw him back, or even bother him, but they were bright. The light behind the barriers faded away quickly, and he didn't hear Hayden at all. As he walked back into the chamber, he saw the now smoking charred corpse of Hayden, he'd have to hope this worked, otherwise tracking Alastor just got harder. He found the back of the chair like Hayden had said, but it seemed the power surge damaged it. Nothing just pulling the thing open couldn't fix. There he saw a small USB like device plugged in. Taking it out, he looked it over. It was now or never, he slotted it into the armor.

It took a moment, as the words BEGINNING INSTALLATION filled his vision. He saw a bar appear and rapidly fill to full in moments. Several icons filled his vision next, none of them he knew anything about. As they vanished, several more more diagnostic looking icons appeared, followed by WELCOME, DR. HAYDEN . After a few moments of silence, he finally heard something.

"That was far more painful than the original testing showed." Hayden's voice came in loud and clear. "But I suppose I should be grateful it worked as intended at all, given the circumstances." In his vision appeared a path, along with some information. "Our next target will be the sub labs. There I believe we'll find something to truly turn the tables in our favor. But we must find it before the Overlord does." He followed the path Hayden laid out before him.

"I trussssst that power sssssssurge wassss intentional?" Pentious spoke up as he followed his way to wherever Hayden was leading him.

"It was a mere test, nothing more, but it has certainly changed things." Hayden told Pentious as he carved a demon top to bottom like a turkey. "I believe there may be some interesting items in this facility for you, but wait for us to clear it out first."

"Fine, do what you will, but I do expect you to at the very leasssst tell me what your planssss are once thissss issss done!" As Pentious finished, he found himself just outside a large elevator.

"Once you've entered this elevator, it will lead you down to the Biological Frequency Gun Division. Or BFG Division for short." He entered the elevator, which immediately began to lower.

"The weapon the Overlord is likely searching for is the BFG 9000, a weapon we have been working on since the discovery of Argent. Simply put, this weapon's design is meant and quite literally designated as a Weapon of Mass Destruction. Using Argent Energy, the blast it fires can release innumerable amounts of streams of energy, that upon contact with any living contact, will cause the blood and fatty tissue of the target to boil at such a rate, the body combusts after a few seconds, this has worked 100% of the time we've use it in testing. Unfortunately, due to the nature of Argent and the way it works. It has only been allowed for testing with our mechs as the shielding protects the user from the Argent streams. Your armor should protect you from that at least." He wanted this gun, blowing demons up was always fun, but if he could clear a room in a single shot, it meant he could kill more demons in less time, which meant he had more time to kill demons.

By the time the elevator reached the bottom, he found himself surrounded by complex machinery. "Pay no mind to that, the BFG is in the room further down the way. Just across the warehouse." Surprisingly, there were no demons down here. But he kept his guard up. As he walked through the barren warehouse, he saw the heavily sealed door across the room. "We usually held our tests of the BFG in this warehouse, plenty of room to test the distance of the streams it released."

As he just was about to open the door, he was grabbed, a giant hand closing around his body, before it chucked him back across the warehouse. As he skidded to a stop, he looked to see what threw him and found this behemoth of a demon, its entire left arm looked like a high tech cannon, whilst its right arm looked like it had its very own wrist blade.

"The Overlord!" Hayden clarified who this demon was. Suddenly, the roof of the warehouse was torn away, debris falling down around them. Demons of various sizes and shapes looked down at them from above. He stared down the Overlord before him.

"Surprised to see me?" The Overlord spoke, confusing him as he never knew any demons.

"What? Don't recognize me? You put me in a fucking bodycast a week or so ago! And you don't even recognize me?!" The demon's cannon arm whirred to life, flames spewing from the barrel. "You ruined my entire body over some useless fucking civvies and you don't even remember my name?!" The Overlord chuckled. "Not that it matters anymore! I may have only just died, but I was really fucking strong when I wound up in Hell! One of the scientists they had down there worked my body over. I'm an Overlord now! They call me the Cyberdemon! I wanted to make you my first kill when I got back, but that Hayden was in my way first. Now I'm gonna show all of Hell why I'm un-fucking-stoppable! I'm going to rip your legs off and beat you with them!" He aimed his cannon at him. "But first, I'm gonna make you scream!"

Lotus had just finished repairing the damage to the Hotel with Niffty, carrying her in his arms as they got back to the lobby. There they found that everyone Husk included was watching the TV. "I trust I haven't missed anything, have I?" Niffty jumped from his arms and was immediately next to Husk on the couch.

"You almost!" Angel said as he grabbed a handful of popcorn from the bowl Cherri held. "Some new jackass is gonna try and fight that Slayer Cherri kept going after."

Cherri raised a fistful of popcorn up. "My money's on Big Green! Ain't nobody able to beat his ass! If he had even Alastor running with his dopey ass tail between his legs!" She stuffed the popcorn into her mouth as Lotus got comfortable leaning on the back of the couch.

"Feeling any better Charlie?" He asked, she didn't seem like she was about to pass out anymore.

She gave a quick sigh, before looking back at the screen. "I can't stop what's happened, but I'm not going to give up. If The Seraphim wants to punish the ones that left Hell for Earth, then they weren't deserving of what I had to offer anyway. And if Alastor comes back here." She met his gaze, hardened and determined. "I'll make sure he'll regret every moment of it."

Lotus smirked and began to laugh, before rubbing Charlie's head. "There she is! Knew you wouldn't give up so easily. Now." He took out a handful of dollar bills. "Who wants to run some bets? I've got 50 on the Slayer!" Though Charlie would normally be against betting on someone's life, she saw that Angel, Cherri, Husk, even Vaggie and Niffty were getting in on it. Though she didn't want her people to die, that was everything she wanted to avoid, but if this was how they wanted to go, if this is how they wanted to live their afterlives. "25 on the Slayer!"

The two stared each other down, his glare matching the Cyberdemon's out. He made the first move, Meat Hook firing, digging right into the Cyberdemon's chest. As it pulled him in, the Cyberdemon pulled it out, aiming his cannon to where he was going to be. But he pulled the chain himself, managing to pull himself away from the superheated beam. He got close enough to unload both shells squarely into the Cyberdemon's chest. Blood flew from the wound, yet still the Overlord stood. He dodged beneath the beast's legs, firing another two shells right into it's back, with the same effect.

"The Argent Filter, it's located near his right shoulder, his right, your left. It is likely fueling his weaponry, acting as a boost to his cannon. Normally, removal of a filter would have to be careful, but given it's housed inside his body. Destroying it while it's in there will be far better for our situation." Hayden highlighted the Filter, showing it clearly against the mass of the Overlord. Taking his Rocket Launcher out, he locked on, dodging another swing from it before getting distance between them. Four rockets flew freely, blasting the Cyberdemon back. He took out his Chaingun and rained lead down. The rounds tore into the Overlord's body as it staggered back to its feet, the holes in it leaking blood, but the flurry of bullets did little to prevent it from swinging its cannon wide and throwing slashes of flames at him.

It forced him to dodge, jumping over the first before ducking beneath the next. He avoided the last slash all together as he switched to his Railgun and HAR. Micro Missiles peppered the Overlord, blood leaking from its form, yet still it stood tall. The Cyberdemon roared at him, a flurry of missiles flying from its back, target markers appearing across the ground to show where they would land. "You are welcome" Hayden said as he continued to fire his own missiles at the demon.

The Overlord's missiles struck the ground, missing him entirely, clearly enraging the Overlord. With another roar, flames shot from the Overlord's legs, rocketing him towards him. As he charged him, he aimed his Railgun, fully charged, and fired. The Blast didn't tear through the Overlord, but the force of it stopped its advance, along with bloodying its chest. The Overlord struggled to recover from the blow, but was unable to stop him from jumping off his cannon, chainsaw in hand, and using his wrist blade to climb up his torso to where the Argent Filter was housed.

With his chainsaw at the ready, he plunged its whirring blade right into the filter, blood and raw Argent Energy flew from the wound he was carving into the Overlord. The Cyberdemon flailed about wildly, as the chainsaw tore into it. When he finally yanked the chainsaw free from the wound, blood poured from it as sparks began to fly from it. He jumped from the Overlord, who managed to get back to its feet, just to aim its cannon at him again. Before it fired, the filter sparked and then exploded, taking a chunk from the Overlord's shoulder and having the beam miss, and killing several demons who were watching the fight.

The light from the cannon dimmed as the energy from the Argent Filter no longer powering it. The Cyberdemon growled as it powered through the pain to stare him down again. "You fucking think that'll stop me?! I'm invincible!" Another volley of rockets flew from its back, as it charged around, before stopping and firing a flurry of missiles from his cannon. He kept himself moving, avoiding the marks from the rockets and the missiles as he fired another Railgun blast, taking a rather sizable chunk from the Overlord.

Suddenly, the Overlord leapt at him, despite its size. He managed to dive out of the way, watching as the Cyberdemon fired his cannon at the ground, releasing a pulse of flames from it. He took his rocket launcher back out, firing another round of rockets into the Overlord, the Cyberdemon's wounds worsening. "Destroying those launchers on its back will likely damage it enough to bring it down."

He aimed his chaingun again, firing into the Overlord, wearing even more holes into the demon. Again the Cyberdemon fired a flurry of rockets and missiles, forcing him to switch to his Plasma Rifle and Super Shotgun. As the demon readied another shot from its cannon, he launched his Meat Hook at it, managing to snag its arm as it flailed back, pulling him away from the shot, He unloaded two shells from his Super Shotgun and a flurry of plasma rounds in the demon's offhand. Chunks of flesh flying and blood vaporizing on contact. Still the Cyberdemon swung at him, only for him to dig into its arm with his blade, loading two more shells into the Super Shotgun and firing point blank.

The force of the shot had the Cyberdemon recoil, and stagger to its knees. He took this chance to climb onto the demon's back, finding the launchers he was shooting at him with. Using both his chainsaw and blade, he tore the launchers open, and he fired a volley of plasma into each hole. As the Cyberdemon got back to its feet, it turned back to aim at him again, only for it to pause for a moment as smoke billowed from its back. Before several large explosions rocked the Overlord, as the plasma finally had reached the rockets it was firing explode inside of it. The sheer power of the blasts, seemed to kill the Overlord on its feet, as it staggered for a bit before falling over.

He opted to get back and find that BFG, but just as he was walking back, he just narrowly dodged another blast from the Cyberdemon. Even Hayden was surprised it was still kicking. "Even after such punishment." He turned to see the now incredibly maimed and bloodied Cyberdemon, consumed in flames. "Hellfire, it's consumed its body, shooting him while he's covered in it is pointless. Hellfire makes demons invulnerable to harm. Yet, no Overlord is allowed to possess it."

"Surprised?! Honestly was surprised when the man in charge came and gave me this shit! But, who am I to complain, I'm not the one about to be burnt to a crisp!" It fired again, with him dodging out of the way. Hayden focused on his gun, finding it the source of the Hellfire.

"If you manage to disable its gun, the flames should subside. You'll have to strike while they're out, aim for the cannon, shooting it should worsen the damage to it, and force it to stop working" He whipped out his chaingun, dodging the several blasts the Overlord fired at him. Between the lull of the blasts, the chaingun whirred to life, firing what must have been hundreds of rounds into the cannon. Flames sputtered from the end of it, before dying entirely. The moment the Cyberdemon tried to restart the cannon, he closed the distance, chainsaw at the ready. It swung at him with the disabled cannon. His chainsaw struck the cannon, digging into it, flames sputtering through the hole his chainsaw carved into it.

He pushed it back, freeing his chainsaw from it, along with opening the Overlord up. He jumped off the cannon, before plunging the chainsaw directly into the Cyberdemon's chest. Blood soaked his helmet and body, as he slowly dragged the chainsaw through the Overlord's torso. He could hear the pained howls and roars coming from it, but it didn't stop him. He'd stop when he had killed the bastard. By the time his feet touched the ground again, he had sawed the Overlord's chest top to bottom. With a forceful kick, he pulled his chainsaw free, and knocked the Cyberdemon's corpse over.

He walked away back towards the door to the BFG when Hayden spoke "It's still alive, trying to crawl away" And sure enough, he turns back to see the formerly towering Overlord, trying to crawl away, in pain and humiliation. He cracked his knuckles and charged the retreating Overlord, jumping over its ruined back and landing in front of it. He turned on his heel and buried a brutal right hook into its jaw, following it with a left hook and gouging its jaw enough to leave it hanging by a thread. He grabbed it by both of its horns and slammed its face into his knee, having it reel back in pain. As it lowered its face in front of him again, it was met with the barrels of his Super Shotgun staring it down. With the pull of a trigger, the Overlord's head was scattered into lumps of meat, shards of bone, and stains of blood and brain matter.

As the Overlord's corpse finally gave up the ghost and collapsed onto its back for the final time, the demons watching him fled in terror as he walked over to where the BFG was housed, he was getting his mitts on this gun and wasn't going to be stopped again.

Vaggie and Niffty cheered as they gathered their winnings from the others. Husk not even bothering to look miffed he lost 100 bucks. Lotus lost the most out of all of them, but he wasn't bothered. This new Slayer The Seraphim had chosen, and the return of other Slayers of the past, it seemed be causing quite the stir. But he knew Lucifer, he wouldn't admit defeat even of Heaven reversed the invasion and laid siege to Hell itself. He still wasn't sure how far this new Slayer would go, but he had to devise a way to sway the odds back into his favor. He had to protect his niece and her friends, but fighting the Slayer was almost certainly suicide.

He managed to pry the damaged door open, entering the room the Cyberdemon tried to keep him from. "Welcome to the BFG Labs." Hayden said as he walked into the hall, a series of rooms were connected by the hall. Before him was a large center room. "The weapon is just inside that room, the other rooms only hold things that would interest Pentious." He walked over to the door that stood before him and his new gun. It was broken, likely due to the fighting, or any number of things that have happened recently that would damage it. No beating around the bush, he took out his sword hilt, before doing to the door what he did to the one Hayden hid in.

As he entered the room, he saw it, the holy grail of fire power, the Big Fucking Gun 9000. He knew Hayden wouldn't like it being referred to as that, but with an anagram like BFG there was no way he couldn't call it that. He grabbed it from the pedestal it was kept, looking it over. Argent energy glowing intensely from within it. "Something you should probably know, prior to the invasion, recharging the BFG would take several days naturally, requiring use of Argent cells to recharge it. But now that demons roam free, those killed by it will likely aid in recharging it. I would say it would only take a few minutes for it to recharge a shot from ambient Argent alone." As he heaved the BFG into both his arms, he pulled it almost into a hug. "If you are done, I believe it best we inform Pentious that he may begin his scavenging."

"No need to inform me, lessssst you forget, I am alssssso on thisssss line. Wasssss jussssst enjoying my entertainment with sssssssome dinner." He walked back out of the BFG Division, looking up to find Pentious's ship overhead. A rope lowered, letting him climb out of the hole in the ground. Pentious met him on the ground, eyeing the BFG in his hands. "Hayden, I trusssssst you'll be willing to help me find anything ussssseful?"

"Of course, but I should warn you that you may want to hurry, a large Argent energy signature just appeared and is rapidly closing in on our position." Pentious turned his gaze to see him cracking his knuckles, his grip on the BFG tightening.

"I'm not one to dilly dally, but I don't believe we have much to fear from them. If they want to throw themssssselvessss to their deathsssss, let them." He turned his head and snapped his fingers, his seemingly endless amount of Eggboiz following after him into the hole in the ground.

"I'll assist Pentious in locating anything that will be useful to our cause. You deal with them as you will." He didn't need to be told twice. He charged forward to meet them. He saw them, thousands, if not hundred of thousands of demons, charging their way towards his location. They would die, possibly worse deaths than any before them. He braced himself, pressing the trigger down on the BFG, Argent Energy stirred, beginning to burn as it arched throughout the workings of the BFG, before firing out a ball of pure, volatile Argent energy. As the ball flew, it did nothing to the approaching horde.

Until it did, as the first demon got within range, streams of Argent flew from the orb, striking the demon, and as soon as it did, the demon was vaporized. It continued its flight, reducing dozens and dozens and dozens more demons into naught but vaporized blood. It only stopped as it struck a demon that was likely the same size of the Cyberdemon, the explosion from it echoed out, demons nowhere near the impact exploded as Argent energy dispersed into the air. The demon it struck's entire torso was ruined. As soon as the first shot was done, the next was ready. Behind his helmet, his grin turned cruel, as he fired the next ball, and then another to follow it.

As the BFG balls made short work of the first wave, but there were still many, many more. He put the BFG away, he wanted to get up close and personal. Making sure his blade was at the ready, he took out his Super Shotgun, loading two more shells, before slamming it shut. Behind his helmet, his gaze hardened at the still approaching swarm. His hands were stained in blood, but the only blood he couldn't wash them free of was the blood of the one who was stolen from him. His teeth clenched tightly, threatening to break under the force. These weren't people anymore, no person was capable of such wanton destruction. What did that make him then? It didn't matter to him anymore, whether or not he was even to be considered human in his own eyes. What mattered was that they all would suffer for what they've done.

He charged them, a monster running headlong into the hordes of Hell, an uneven fight, one they had little chance of winning. As he clashed against the horde, his shotgun rang loud, buckshot tearing through them. His blade swung, splitting and severing whatever it struck. Each shell he fired, ate through the hordes numbers, yet while they were legion, he was stronger, faster, more brutal. He went from his Super Shotgun to his chainsaw, showing them even more destruction as it tore through them like they were tissue paper.

He swung wildly, and with a purpose. Regardless of where he swung, he struck a demon and cleaved it in half. He plunged, carved, cleaved, sawed, and cut, his way through the demons, still they came. A Railgun blast fired free, the ruined carcasses of demons littered its path as it reduced another behemoth demon to an oversized corpse. He kept hammering them with Railgun blasts, as he stabbed and slashed with his blade. He was not stopping, he'd kill and kill and kill. As he stabbed the eye from another demon out, he switched to his Chaingun, slamming it down and immediately spinning it up.

He turned sharply, the hail of rounds leaving the barrels dropped demons as he spun himself around. He only stopped to pull out his Super Shotgun and maul more demons with it. He was in the thick of the horde now, surrounded on all sides, by those who wanted his head, but he wasn't done. He stabbed his blade into the back of one of the towering demons, climbing his way to the top. Once there, he took out his BFG again, and fired over the horde. The streams parted the proverbial sea of demons, only burning meat and flesh remained of those destroyed by it. He continued to fire the BFG, it charged immediately after each shot, feasting and gorging itself upon the Argent energy of these damned souls.

Each BFG ball killed hundreds, if not thousands of demons. He wasn't sure when it had killed the demon he was standing on, but he continued to fire it, even one handing it as he took out his Railgun. He rained Argent and plasmatic death upon them. A fog of blood began to form as a result of his assault. It blinded him, but he fought on still, Argent and plasma flew blindly, tearing through the surrounding horde. His blood ran hot, boiling inside of him, it overwhelmed him, his vision turned to red as blood soaked his eyes. He leapt into the horde with only his fists, and with each blow from them, demons were blown apart. The force of his fists surpassing that of the BFG, he tore demons apart with his bare hands. He didn't even spare a glance at any demon he murdered, it was just one after another.

Demons that towered above him fell at his feet as he punched their legs out from beneath them, before he bashed their skulls in with his fists. Blood soaked the ground, corpses littered the field, gore covered him, and he wasn't done. Before he could tear more apart, shards of steel flew at him. He let them dig into his arms, pulling them out to gouge a trench into another demon's neck. He turned to see a familiar Overlord, Sandy. He wasted no time, there would be no talk, no ceremony, just death. Sandy launched himself at him, attempting to impale him with his spear, he dodged around it and grabbed Sandy's arm. He flung the Overlord over his shoulder, and slammed him to the ground. He stomped his foot down, crushing his nose beneath his foot.

Sandy scrambled back up, his face a mess of blood. He tried to throw more shards at him, but only got a brutal blow across the jaw, followed by a fist digging into his chest, and ripping out one of his ribs. He turned it around and stabbed it right into Sandy's eye. He kept his grip on the Overlord as he flailed back in agony, ripping his fist from his chest, and grabbing at his neck. Instead of strangling the Overlord, his fingers dug into the flesh of his neck, drawing blood. Using his right hand, he ripped the demon's throat out. As Sandy drowned in his own blood, he grabbed even further into the Overlord's now exposed spine. Climbing onto his shoulders, he pulled at the Overlord's spine, ripping his spine, and head off.

As the Overlord collapsed into a heap, he used his severed head and spine to beat another three demons to death. The demons began to flee in absolute terror of him. He wouldn't let them flee, he whipped out the BFG firing several BFG balls to follow the fleeing horde. The horde still fled as many of their number were vaporized en masse. There he stood, surrounded by a field of carnage and gore, with the spine and head of an Overlord in his hand. The blood stopped blinding his eyes, leaving his breathing strain and hard.

"I would ask if you had gotten that out of your system, but I know better. Save that anger, we still have much to do." Hayden said as Pentious slithered over, doing his best to avoid the gore.

"I've gotten what I need, with Hayden'ssssss help. I may be able to create ssssssomething that sssssshould be able to sssssstrike even Alassssstor down. Now come, Hayden helped me inssssstall a meanssssss to locate him" He followed Pentious slowly into the ship, noticing Pentious eyeing the head of Sandy he still carried. He tossed it over to some Eggboiz to play with. Pentious pressed some buttons on the control console and a screen appeared. Showing a map of the US with a strong Argent signature in Louisiana. Zooming in on it showed it was around New Orleans. Further information showed that it belonged to their target.

"How fitting." Hayden mused, as more information appeared on Alastor. "He's setting up a homecoming. He once lived in New Orleans during the early 1900s. We have done much research upon the Overlords of Hell. He was likely the worst of them while he was alive." Pentious actually seemed interested in learning more on Alastor. "He was once a radio talk show host, as you've probably already surmised. Beyond that, he was responsible for nearly 250 murders. He was also known as the Axeman of New Orleans for a time while he was starting. A great number of his victims he consumed, often using the animals within the bayou near New Orleans to dispose of what he didn't eat. He led quite a life. It wasn't until sometime in the 1930s that he suffered for his actions. Several locals, including many of the police, led a manhunt to track him down, after his crimes were brought to light. He had nearly lost them in the bayou, knowing it far better than any other. Unfortunately, he couldn't outrun the hounds they had tracking him. I must admit I found enjoyment upon learning that they had given a taste of his own medicine. They let the hounds tear him apart, all the while he was still alive, and fed what was left to the same animals he fed his victims to. All that was left of him was his skull, which they buried nearby. While we were building the facility near the city, we found it. I kept it as a paper weight in my office. He's likely not far from the hell portal. Our only issue is getting there before he can flee again."

Pentious pulled up several more screens, trying to run some options. Something caught his eye, having pushed Pentious aside and pressed the icon showing a large cannon. It showed what looked like a high tech missile cannon. "Do you mind?!" He saw what he was looking at. "That'sssss jussssst my minion launcher. I intended it to make my minionsssss more usssseful by sssstrapping bombs to them and firing them at people who annoy me. But I never get to use it." He pressed a button that had the ship lurch as a hatch opened on the top of the ship, he began to make his way there. It took Pentious a moment to realize what he was planning. "He can't be ssssserious."

"Pentious, you know as well as I that if it even has the slightest chance to work he will try it. Though we may want to make sure he doesn't launch himself into the ocean." Quickly, Pentious slithered after him, finding him trying to get the loading chamber open.

"Assssss inssssane assss thisssss idea isssss, ssssstopping you will not work. Sssssso at the very leasssst, let ussss make ssssssure you don't get blasted into the wrong direction." He stepped away from the cannon, watching as Pentious began to press several buttons on the console near the cannon, the cannon began to change its angle, before it halted and the loading chamber opened. "I can't promisssse you'll sssssurvive thissss." He paused. "Who am I kidding, you probably will. Try not to hit a bird or sssssomething. You'll only get one ssssshot, and will take me time to follow you." He stepped into the cannon, clearly not meant for someone his size, but he wasn't going to let that stop him.

"This is your best shot for stopping Alastor, letting him escape again might mean we're unable to find him again. I know I don't need to tell you this but" The cannon's chamber closed shut. "Kill him."

The cannon fired, and through the air he flew like a bullet. He couldn't really tell where he was, or where he was going. For all he knew Pentious had just shot him into the ocean. Yet he flew like a star across the sky, until he wasn't. He descended quickly, before smashing directly through a steel covered wall. His body bounced like a stone across a still pond as he skidded to a stop. He got himself to his feet, looking back at the trench he'd dug into the steel flooring with his body. He turned his attention to the numerous demons that stopped what they were doing to stare at him. Not bothering to wait, he fired a BFG ball and walked through the facility, trying to track down the hell portal.

He went through the numerous halls of the facility in search of the portal, countless demons tried to stop him, and countless demons died. He worked his way through the facility, failing to find what he looked for. Until he saw a detailed map of the facility, which showed a large source of Argent near the center of it. Super Shotgun at the ready, he made his way towards the center.

There, as he walked towards the hellish glowing portal, stood the tall figure he had been chasing, the cause of his agony, Alastor. Alastor looked over his shoulder at his approach, a sickening grin crossed his face, before he turned to face him fully. He wouldn't fail, not again, never again, he would end this here and now.

He stared down the Radio Demon, who met his glare. "My good man, I must admit, this has turned into quite the spectacle! When we first met in that church, never would I have thought that I'd meet someone as unbelievably violent as you! You've let nothing stop you, not demons, not Overlords, nor your all consuming grief! I have to wonder, even now what triggered such a transformation!" Alastor's eyes followed him as he paced back and forth. "Before, you were determined, far more than any human I have ever met. But, now? You'd fit coming straight from Wrath itself! And all that anger directed at little ol' me! What could I have done?" He placed his hand to his chin, his eyes wandering about the room as he thought.

"Was it the house? Was that your home? I never struck you as a material man." He saw his glare grow even harder. "No, no that's not it." He closed his eyes as he racked his brain for an answer. His eyes shot open. "It was the rabbit, wasn't it!" His glare turned lethal as the hold he had on his shotgun tightened, nearly shattering the grip.

"It was! That's why you've been so single minded in tracking me!" Alastor actually looked bashful for a moment. "Had I known that, off all things, a rabbit would've set you off like this. I probably wouldn't have done it! I do enjoy a good time, but this game has gone on long enough, and my audience, and I, have grown tired of it." He held out a hand towards him, wreathed in a green glow. "What say you, metaphorically of course, we put aside this little disagreement. I have many talents my friend, returning your rabbit to you should be child's play!" He saw his gaze drift towards his hand.

Ever so slowly, he approached, standing before the Radio Demon. He glared long and hard into Alastor's eyes, and to the Overlord's credit, he didn't flinch, or show an inch of fear. He took the Overlord's hand in his own, and the green energy faded away into nothing. It took Alastor a moment to realize what had happened, it looked down at their interlocked hands, the deal hadn't worked. It should've worked the moment he grabbed his hand, but it didn't. Along with that, he couldn't pull away from his handshake, his grip on his hand tightened, before it crushed the Overlord's hand. Just before his offhanded fist was buried into the Radio Demon's face, he saw the mark of the Slayer, shining brightly on the back of the hand he shook.

His fist, with the blade out, tore into Alastor's face, tearing a trench out of his cheek, and nearly dropping him, if he hadn't had a death grip on his arm. He pulled the demon back three times, each blow, cracking loudly and tearing chunks out of his chest with the blade. He reeled his head back, as he pulled Alastor towards him again, his helmet bashing against the Overlord's face. Blood blinded his vision, but it did nothing to stop his assault. He grabbed the downed Overlord's head, bludgeoning it with both fists. He dug his knee into Alastor's face, sending the demon back. As he lunged for more, his legs were grabbed by shadow tendrils. They failed to fling him away, but did halt him as he pulled at them violently. Alastor managed to get to his feet as his gaze met the Slayer's own.

"So that's how you've done all this." Alastor's voice was no longer jovial, all that was left was the voice of the demon he was. "The Blessing of The Seraphim. How a human, especially one so violent, gained the blessing of someone as powerful as them I will never know. But, I suppose that doesn't matter anymore now does it?" The beating his face took slowly vanished as it healed, revealing the smile of a predator. "I could run, and you could chase me to the ends of the Earth itself, but that doesn't sound fitting. No" His eyes changed for a moment to radio dials. "After all you've done, you are deserving of much , MUCH MORE"

He tore free of the tendrils, lunging the Overlord, catching his microphone in his hands. Alastor was no longer playing, and he never was. He forced the microphone from his hands, before cracking it against the side of the Radio Demon's head. He swung it faster and harder than any human has ever swung something. Each struck against the demon staggered him and forced him further and further back. Alastor tried to grab the microphone from him again, but he wouldn't give it up. With unnatural strength he broke the microphone in half, before stabbing the jagged metal into Alastor's stomach. The Radio Demon dropped the remains of his microphone, pulling out the metal rod in his gut. Only for him to be grappled by the Slayer. His arm snapped at the elbow, before he was stabbed three more times in the gut with his blade.Another brutal punch to his face sent him flying back towards the hell portal.

"I hope you're ready for the BIG TIME!" The Argent energy around the portal sparked wildly, raging out of control as it lifted Alastor into the air, and towards the portal.

"Don't let him escape!" Hayden's voice cut through the white noise of the Argent. He charged the Overlord, only for the Argent to react, releasing an overwhelmingly powerful blast of Argent energy. The facility warped and was blown apart around him, as the portal exploded.

The blinding light of Argent faded away, letting him see the destruction around him. In front of him, the hell portal had dug itself into the ground at the bottom of the crater the blast had created. It was far larger than it was before. He looked around, unable to find Alastor. As he looked around the surroundings of the crater, he heard an unearthly roar tear through the air, followed by what sounded like hellish radio static. From the portal, two arms, the size likely the same as skyscrapers emerged from the portal below him. Attached to the arms, emerged the Radio Demon's true form. A smile of sharpened teeth and eyes of radio dials. His antlers fully grown in. This was Alastor's true form, the monster he sought to slaughter was right in front of him. No more running, it ended here and now.

Their eyes were almost glued to the screen as the camera crew capturing the event got a good angle. On the screen was the dreaded Radio Demon himself, and standing against him, the Slayer of three Overlords already. Charlie knew that this would likely happen regardless of her actions, but she still couldn't bear to watch, but she forced herself. Alastor had made himself seem like he would've at least continued to help them because it amused him. But she knew that she couldn't be foolish anymore. Alastor wasn't a good person, he'd never be a good person.

Vaggie held her hand tightly as she watched alongside Charlie. She knew from the word go Alastor wasn't one to be trusted, but she only let it slide for Charlie, now he had done the one thing that Vaggie could never forgive, hurt Charlie. She wanted to watch him suffer for what he did. She might be nowhere near as strong as an Overlord, but if this Slayer didn't kill him, she was.

Angel and Cherri Bomb cheered as the big fight was about to start. Angel couldn't give less of a damn about Alastor and the other Overlords, but there was no way in heaven or hell that he was missing a match up like this. Cherri knew she was no match for the Green-wearing Slayer, but she couldn't help but feel the pride swell up in her chest when she saw him facing down the Radio Dickhead himself. She grabbed the can of soda Lotus passed her, popping the top as she was about to watch the fight of her damn life.

Lotus's gaze never broke from the screen, watching as The Seraphim's plan unfolded before him. The Radio Demon vs the Slayer, his grin widened as he slowly put together what The Seraphim's plan truly was. He handed another bottle of vodka to Husk, and a glass of ice water to Niffty, all of them watching as the fight went underway.

"Do try to smile!" Alastor's voice echoed through the air. "You're never fully dressed without a smile!" The behemoth of an Overlord, swung his fist down towards him. He dodged unloading two shells right into the back of his hand. He took out his HAR and Plasma Rifle, missiles flew freely and plasma seared the air as he opened fire on Alastor's chest. Each explosion and plasma burn he left wounded the Radio Demon, but it didn't slow him. Shadows filled the air as spears of darkness flew at him, stabbing into the ground as he ran from them, never stopping shooting. Darkness consumed one of his hands, as it swung through the air, balls of burning darkness flew down at him. As they struck the ground, large impish demons emerged from the darkness. They charged him, only to be met with a blast from his Super Shotgun.

As he loaded two more shells into it, before jumping out of the way of another fist slamming down into the ground where he was. He took out his Plasma Rifle and fired a blast of heat at it. The flesh burned and charred on his hand, which had the colossal Alastor to recoil his hand away. He took out his Chaingun, the barrage of rounds peppered Alastor's body, alone each round did little damage, but together, they wore a hole into Alastor's torso. Blood soaked through the wound, but it didn't begin to heal, his body was too busy healing the other wounds across his body.

He took out his Rocket Launcher and his Railgun. As Alastor fired spears and lances of darkness at him, he answered back with a volley of rockets and a blast from his Railgun. The explosions from the rockets blew a hole into his chest, as the Railgun blast took a chunk out of Alastor's shoulder. It had him collapse his arm crashing to the ground next to him. He took out his chainsaw before booking it over to his fallen arm. Revving the chainsaw, he hopped onto Alastor's wirst, before plunging his chainsaw into the middle of his hand. The hand tensed as the chainsaw ate through it, before it fully split the hand in half. Alastor pulled his arm away, failing to keep him from holding on for dear life. As he passed Alastor's collar as the hand swung away, he jumped, grabbing hold.

Using his chainsaw, he dug it into the Radio Demon's neck, which had him try and crush him with his hand. He grabbed onto Alastor's hair and climbed up. As he got to the top of his head, he saw the pair of antlers on Alastor's head. Chainsaw still in hand, he slammed its blade against the base of one of the antlers, managing to saw through it, which had blood pouring from the stumps as Alastor's head crashed into the ground in front of him. As he was knocked from his head from the impact, he saw the antler next to him. Taking it in both his hands, he looked up and saw Alastor dazed for a moment. He charged forward, and stabbed the antler right into one of Alastor's eyes.

He recoiled again, a roar of demonic static left him as he covered his now impaled eye. Seeing Alastor more preoccupied by his impaled eye, he took out his BFG and aimed at the Overlord's head. The BFG ball flew, before striking with destructive force into Alastor's face. Again he collapsed within range of him. He rushed the now dazed Overlord again, grabbing hold of what piece of the antler wasn't lodged in Alastor's eye, holding on for dear life as he was lifted back into the air. He saw Alastor open his undamaged eye, and despite it being a radio dial, knew he was glaring at him. "Such anger and hatred, I can barely even keep up with you"

He saw as he took out the hilt of the sword The Seraphim had given him, he saw Alastor's eye widen at the sight of it. "You can't mean too..." He didn't get much more time to talk as he stabbed him in his last good eye with his wrist blade. As Alastor recoiled in pain, He climbed up to Alastor's forehead, before holding the hilt skyward and revealing the blade. The holy energy of the blade began to react with the Argent, and the Argent with the holy energy. The hell portal below Alastor began to glow red, before switching to a blinding white. Arcs of red lightning filled the air around them, as the clouds circled above them.

Around the world, every Hell portal reacted the same. Before with pulses of energy, demons began to be dragged back into the portals. Argent around the world reacted to the righteous blade, and within moments of it being drawn, the Argent of the portals exploded. Creating a vacuum that sucked every demonic being back into hell within an instant.

He landed on his feet as he was thrown from Alastor, looking around him, he found himself in the blown out remains of a city, while his surroundings had changed, his immediate location hadn't. Though he wasn't standing on the remains of the UAC facility, he was still in a crater the same size as the other. He looked upwards, seeing a hellishly red hole way in the sky, slowly sealing shut.

"So that's what it was meant for." Hayden's voice said as he looked down at the righteous blade. "The sword reacted to the Argent, the Argent reacted to every being with Argent inside of them, and as such, dragged them back to hell. The invasion is over." As he said this, Alastor emerged from the hole in front of them, looking a lot more angry than before, and with the antler no longer lodged in his eye.

"Quite the show you've put on! Though the invasion is over, don't think you're done just yet!" He swung his massive arm at him, sweeping it across the ground to crush him for good. Yet, it was met with the Holy Sword, cutting through his wrist with a single swing. Alastor clutched his now handless arm as he put away his Holy Sword.

"He's not dead yet, finish this." With that last word from Hayden, he took out his Rocket Launcher again. As blood poured from Alastor's arm, he fired volley after volley of rockets at him. Each one struck true, blowing more and more holes into Alastor's body, more wounds he couldn't heal anywhere near as fast as before. He wasn't done yet, as he took out his HAR and rained missiles across Alastor's body. Small though the wounds they created were, Alastor couldn't heal them. Chunks of his body were missing, his ribs were exposed, and his organs were dangerously close to falling out. Yet, despite this, he kept fighting. If anything, he was beginning to laugh. His laughter echoed all throughout hell as he fought for his life. No matter what he threw at the man, nay, monster before him, he couldn't kill him.

From Micro Missiles, to rockets, to plasma, to a storm of bullets, he wore Alastor down more and more. Alastor was again winded by the onslaught thrown at him, and foolishly rested his hand near to where he could reach. Chainsaw at the ready again. He jammed it directly into Alastor's wrist, hopping onto his arm, he dragged it from end to end, severing Alastor's other wrist. Alastor tried to pull it away, but he dug his chainsaw into his arm as he ran across and up it, leaving a gash from his wrist to his shoulder. Again, he dug his chainsaw into the base of Alastor's neck, before climbing slowly up the back of his head, dragging the chainsaw through and onto the top of his head. As he jammed the Chainsaw further into Alastor's head, he turned his attention to Alastor's remaining antler. With several brutal kicks, he broke it off, before grabbing his chainsaw.

Alastor's head slammed into the ground again, the force throwing him off again, but let the chainsaw effectively split Alastor's head open. Blood poured from the beleaguered Overlord's head. As once again, he grabbed the antler from the ground and stabbed it into the Radio Demon's other eye. Holding on for dear life as Alastor forced himself back, he saw as the defenseless Alastor stared at him. Chainsaw in hand, he climbed down towards the corner of Alastor's mouth. If he wanted a smile so much, he'd give him one. With a rev of the chainsaw, he jammed it into the corner of his mouth, before slowly carving it upwards. That half of his jaw now hung limply, carved into a permanent glasgow smile. But he wasn't done yet. He climbed his way past Alastor's vision again, before repeating the process on the other side of his mouth.

Once all was said and done, Alastor's mouth now hung almost to his chest, just barely hanging on. He climbed back one more time into Alastor's vision. In his hand, the BFG 9000, Argent energy crackling wildly within it. He stared deeply into the Overlord's eye, before slowly taking off his helmet. As the Radio Demon stared at the Slayer, all he saw was a being far stronger than any other, as blood soaked his hair, pouring from his eyes, what stood out the most of the Slayer's appearance was not the blood, but the smile, the cruel, angry smile. The smile of a man who enjoyed tearing him apart. He'd laugh if he could, he did want a smile after all.

The blood still soaked his face as he put the helmet back on. He lowered himself down to Alastor's mouth, jamming the BFG into and charged the shot.

A shot of Argent did strike Alastor, but not from his BFG. Argent burned through the Radio Demon's body, knocking him from Alastor's face and to the ground. He slowly got to his feet as he watched Alastor's burnt out corpse crash into the collapsed and damaged buildings behind him, a cloud of darkness flew from Alastor's corpse, off into the distance where he couldn't see. As the organs fell from Alastor's corpse, and it stopped moving. He turned his gaze towards where the blast came from. Finding Pentious's ship, with a massive BFG strapped to the bottom.

"I've wanted to do that for yearssssssss!" Pentious cackled over his comm. "You can kill me if you wisssssh later. I have alwaysssssss wanted to do that! Now hurry aboard! Alassssstor'ssssss eassssy pickingsssss now!" He lowered a rope down to him, but he saw droves of demons begin to swarm the crater. His BFG was still ready to fire, so he fired off as many BFG balls as it took to reduce the crater to a corpse filled one. He grabbed the rope and was lifted into the airship. He found Pentious working vigorously at his console.

"I undersssstand you wanted to kill him, but he isssssn't dead. Weakened to the point of near death yesssss, but dead? No" The BFG on his ship appeared on the screen. "Thankssssss to Hayden'sssss assistance, I wasssss able to create the BFG 10000! I wanted to call it the EBFG, but he vetoed it." What next appeared on screen was a Hotel, with Hazbin in bright letters at the top.

"Thissss issss the location Alassssstor was thrown after the blasssssst. I would sssssay we blassssssst it into nothing from here, but you likely want to do it perssssonally!" He walked over to where Pentious was, staring at the Hotel with a prominent hole in it now.

He was almost done, just a bit further.

To say Alastor's day wasn't going well for him was an understatement. While he couldn't say it wasn't entertaining. He fought harder than he ever had before, and he was still beaten. He was fully ready to die but it seems fate saw it fit to spare him. Though, he would've preferred death as now he was laying in a heap in the lobby of the Hotel he thought would fail on principle. He was fairly certain his entire body was broken, his eye still had blood pouring from it, as did most of his body. Getting beaten so violently in his true form translated to his reduced form. His head was up against Husk's bar, and he wasn't able to move most of his body. He was able to lift his head enough to see the form of Charlie standing before him.

"Hello my dear…." His voice was less than enthusiastic, mostly due to the pain, and partly as he knew this wouldn't end well. He could see her eyes burning with uncharacteristic anger. Her hair fanned out behind her. "Now dear, remember what I said-"

"Shut it" Her tone was strict and uncompromising, a far cry from the wide-eyed and optimistic princess he first met. He actually flinched at her tone of voice. He saw edges of her true form leak through, a result of her anger. She reached down and grabbed him by his ruined shirt, lifting him up and pushing him against the top of Husk's bar. It allowed him to see that Vaggie was watching him as well, her glare equally as intense as Charlie's but didn't bother him as much. He saw that both Angel and his friend Cherri Bomb were there as well, neither seemed to be interested in him as they watched the news.

To his surprise, the one person he didn't expect to be there was Lotus, the Merchant. The one that drove him off when he first arrived in Hell. He wasn't moving any closer or saying anything, he just stared at him with his three burning green eyes, his smile unnerving even him. His attention turned back to the volatile Charlie.

"I put my trust in you, against every possible doubt. I thought that I would be able to prove to you that demons can change for the better. But now" She looked beyond upset, almost in tears. "So many people are dead, in Hell, on Earth. You and all of them proved to me that you don't deserve to be redeemed." Her grip tightened. "I should throw you out right now, and leave you to that human you've tormented. But I'm better than that, better than you." Vaggie approached her from behind, she placed her hand on her arm, only for Angel to catch both their attention.

"Uh guys?! I think you'll wanna see this!" Charlie and Vaggie walked over, Charlie dragging Alastor behind her. On the screen showed Katie Killjoy and Tom Trench, along with a live feed of Pentious's ship. Beneath it, the massive cannon that finished off Alastor's true form.

"So far, the airship hasn't moved since it killed the Radio Demon. The Slayer that tore the Radio Demon apart was seen being brought inside of it." Katie said as footage replayed of Alastor getting taken apart. It seems she didn't notice that the cannon on the airship slowly began to turn. Tom on the other hand did, sweat noticeable dripping down his beaten and roughed up mask. Katie continued regardless of the cannon aiming itself towards the city. "Along with this, reports are coming in from across hell that the suddenness of the invasion's end, has caused large groups of demons to fall ill. At this time it is unknown whether or not- Where the fuck are you going!?" She stopped suddenly to shout at what sounded like a lot of people running out of the room, Tom as well. On the screen behind her, it showed the massive cannon on Pentious's ship was beginning to charge up another shot. She only turned and noticed it moments before it fired. And as the entire Hotel shook violently, the feed from 666 news was cut.

The force of the blast nearly threw Vaggie off her feet, had Lotus not caught her. Slowly, he made his way over to the door to the Hotel, opening to find that indeed, the Slayer had nearly leveled the city, Argent warped buildings and boiled the ground. Along with that, the Airship was beginning to move their way, likely in search of Alastor. He barely managed to stifle a laugh as he slammed the door shut. Turning around promptly, he pressed his fingers together as he addressed the room.

"It would appear that the Slayer wants to have a word or two with our friend." With that, Charlie dropped Alastor onto the ground, all but ignoring the 'ow' he let out. Her anger was replaced with fear, real, true fear for her and her friends lives.

Lucifer's week so far had been going great. He had successfully invaded Earth, check that one off the bucket list. Along with that he managed to piss off Heaven, that put him in a good mood, he'd also dealt with overpopulation. Both on Earth and in Hell, he was on a roll. Of course, everyone and their mothers leapt at the chance to stand out during the invasion. From the Overlords to even the Goetial, not that he really cared. The only snag his plan hit was The Seraphim, that miserable bastard always had to ruin his fun. He brought a new Slayer into the mix, and this one was a real thorn in his side.

Single handedly ruining his invasion. He killed some Overlords, like actually killed, he hated that damn blessing. Wiped the floor with the numerous hordes he sent to deal with him. Even that damn Cyberdemon managed to fuck up killing him. All for a rabbit, a fucking rabbit! Alastor played around too long and now the invasion was over, and that Slayer was trapped in Hell with the rest of them. He'd have to deal with him eventually, maybe let him torture and kill Alastor first. He'd let things run their course first. The Slayer would tire eventually, he was only human.

His wife Lilith had wanted to go check up on Charlie for a while, but he knew she wouldn't want to see either of them since this started. Her idea of redeeming demons of all things was ridiculous, she was his daughter, how she was so damn unlike him or literally anything else in hell evaded him. But she was still his kid, disappointed in her though he was with her current endeavors, he did still love her, she'd come around eventually. Eating another one of his apples, he heard one of his servants entering the room. He turned his head to them, seeing that they seemed scared, well more scared than usual. Lilith was taking one of her beauty naps at the moment, and nothing in Hell could wake her up.

"S-sir?" The servant asked, their voice shaking violently.

"Yes? I'm in too good a mood to want to kill you so you don't need to shake so much." His words did nothing to calm the servant.

"W-well you k-know the Slayer that s-stopped the invasion and everything?" He nodded his head, as he took another bite of his apple.

"A-and you know h-how he kind of really wants to kill Alastor, and killed anything between him and t-that goal?" He nodded again, rolling his wrist to non verbally tell him to get on with it.

"W-well shortly after Alastor's true form was killed, his body was s-spotted crashing into the Happy Hotel, the o-one that your daughter runs, and where s-she is currently located." The moment he finished that sentence, the unfinished apple was crushed in his grip. His pupils were shrinking in rage. "A-and it would seem that the Slayer is nearly t-there" The servant couldn't tell when he had gone from being intact to his entire body splattered across the white halls of the Capital, but Lucifer tore through the building and made a beeline for the Hotel.

He had forced the controls of the BFG 10k away from Pentious, he wouldn't be interrupted this time. With the nearest city a smoldering pile of ruins, he forced the airship to go ever closer to the Hotel. Pentious knew better than to stop him, if anything, he was beyond excited. Hopefully he'd not only kill Alastor, but that irritating Angel and Cherri Bomb if she came after them again. For now, he was just waiting for his popcorn to finish so he could watch the show. It didn't take long for them to arrive near the Hotel, he didn't wait for a rope to lower, he just jumped through the front window of the airship, much to Pentious's annoyance, and landed. He walked over to the front door, eyeing the hole Alastor's body had made in the building. He raised his fist, and struck the door, it was certainly solid, he was trying to punch through it but it came off more as a forceful knock.

The door to the Hotel shook with each knock, Husk was actually shielding Niffty behind him, with Angel covering Fat Nuggets, and Cherri looking like she was about to pass out from the excitement. Charlie eyed the shaking door, looking down to the defeated Alastor. Her hand closed into a fist, Vaggie grabbed her arm. "Listen, we can just give him Alastor and he'll leave. He's only here for him."

Again, Charlie looked down at the brutalized Overlord, before she swallowed some spit and took a deep breath. "No, I have to draw the line here. There will be no killing my Hotel. Slayer or not, I'm not going to be walked on here." With bravery unseen in any other demon, she slowly approached the door. As her hand wrapped around the handle, the revving of a chainsaw was heard. As she pulled the door open, she was met with the Slayer, chainsaw raised over his head.

He was about to saw the door down when it opened, revealing a pale human looking girl. He knew better, she was a demon, but not the one he was looking for. Putting his chainsaw away, he pushed her out of the way before she could say anything. He stomped into the lobby, his gaze drifting over the clearly terrified demons in there. But he paid them no mind as his gaze drifted over his target. Alastor laid beaten and bloody on the ground, bearing the same wounds his true form did. His Super Shotgun at the ready, he marched over and aimed, about to blow the deer demon's head apart, only for the one that opened the door for him to put herself between them.

"Stop! Please!" She threw herself between them, her heart beating faster than it ever had before. The Slayer paused, his gaze burning through her and into the beaten Radio Demon. "Let me speak first! I didn't want any of this! I didn't want them to invade Earth! I wanted and tried so damn much to make them see that redeeming themselves would work, but I!" Her voice caught in her throat, tears streaming down her face. "I tried so fucking hard! Alastor said he'd help, but all he did was ruin everything! I know you want to kill him, but please! Nobody else! They may deserve it but they're still my people!" She wasn't sure if her words were working, but the Slayer did lower his gun. Only for a loud and thunderous crash to echo in from outside.

He hated demons, more than he'd ever hated something before, they stole everything from him. Yet, this one, she knew this, she knew what Alastor had done, and if her words were to be believed, she actually tried to make demons better people. She'd offered Alastor to him, in exchange that he'd not kill any others. His goal was only Alastor, as it had ever been, so he lowered his gun, only for a force to grab him from behind.

"GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM MY DAUGHTER!" He was pulled out of the Hotel, and flung hard into a wall of pure white that wasn't there before. The air around him warped, along with those inside the Hotel, the scenery changed, placing them somewhere he hadn't seen yet. Tall, towering buildings surrounded them. As he freed himself from the wall, he saw that the demons inside the Hotel were there as well, looking equally as confused.

"Dad?!" Charlie said as her father, Lucifer, Satan himself, manifested in front of them, in between the Slayer and them. His body was changing, moments away from revealing his true form.

"I draw the line at going after my daughter! No more playing!" Darkness consumed Lucifer's form. The Slayer charged, his Holy Sword plunging into the darkness, only to strike nothing. The building shook violently, and an unholy roar tore through the air. The towers that surrounded them shook as well, some crumbling apart. Another female demon appeared, spiriting away the group from the Hotel, before from the vastness in front of him, appeared this towering Demon, likely twice as large as Alastor's true form.

"Lucifer Magne, The Morningstar himself. The Angel cast from Heaven. And in this form." Hayden spoke as Lucifer's true form cast the clouds around it aside, revealing a beast. "The Icon of Sin" Lucifer let out an earth shattering roar. Causing the building beneath him to crack and crumble. Quickly he ran forward, leaping at the Lord of Hell. His Holy Blade carved into Lucifer's body, not slowing his descent. He needed to use his wrist blade to slowly stop himself. Lucifer grabbed at him, before hurling him into another building. He scrambled to his feet, opening fire with everything he had at the approaching Fallen Angel. His Chaingun's rounds struck his towering form, but unlike Alastor's body, it showed little to no effect. His HAR Micro Missiles, and even his Railgun showed similar results.

"He's not like any other demon. He isn't truly a demon, he's a fallen Angel. You have to strike him with Argent. Only that will harm him." Hayden said as he switched to his BFG. He charged the first shot and let it fly. Streams of Argent energy flew from the BFG ball, burning into Lucifer's body. When the ball struck him properly, it blew an entire half of his chest apart, revealing the bones and organs underneath. Fire flew from the sky above, buffeting the building he was on. Despite its shaking, he fired off another two BFG balls. Argent burned the Icon of Sin, searing flesh exploded, revealing the meat beneath. Something that huge meant it had huge guts.

Flames shot from Lucifer's hands, all but consuming the building in flames. He swung hard, splitting the building in half, forcing him to jump onto him again. Again, Lucifer grabbed him, and made to throw him again, only for him to manage to sever one of his fingers using the Holy Sword. He managed to catch himself before he slammed into another wall, quickly firing shot after shot of Argent Energy at the Dark Lord. Lucifer tried to block the BFG balls only for the first shot to strip the flesh from his arm, opening him up to each follow up ball. Despite the damage, he kept advancing. Each BFG ball stripped more and more from the Icon of Sin. Bones and meat were exposed to the follow up barrages of Argent. As the Icon got closer, he took one blast square to the face, forcing him to stagger back, letting what seemed like dozens of BFG balls to tear him apart.

But the time he managed to get his bearings. The once destructive Icon of Sin, looking like a skeleton draped in meat and strips of flesh. He still swung at the Slayer, only for him to stab into his arm with his wrist blade. With his Holy Sword in his other hand, he stood as best he could on the Lord of Hell's arm, before he charged across it. He swung his Holy Sword occasionally to split more parts of Lucifer's arm open. When he made to crush him with his other hand, he leapt downwards onto Lucifer's tattered chest. He made his way up the towering being of meat. The Holy Sword carved and cleaved away at Lucifer.

Lucifer slammed through building after building trying to knock the Slayer free, but failed. The Slayer climbed to Lucifer's neck, stabbing the righteous blade into it, dragging it across the rest of his neck, blooding poured through the wound. He grabbed onto Lucifer's chin, before climbing his way to Lucifer's forehead. As he stood on top of the Icon of Sin's head, he plunged his sword into it. He slowly dragged it downwards, carving into his skull. With a slit now clear as day in his forehead, he dug his fists into it. He pulled with everything he had, managing to break and pull away a huge chunk of his skull, revealing his brain.

BFG in hand, he slammed it into the Icon of Sin's brain, before pulling the trigger. Argent filled Lucifer's skull, the blast stripped what little flesh was on his head off, as blood poured from his skull. The Icon of Sin's body staggered about, a cloud of darkness forming from behind it's skull and flying a small distance away, before it collapsed into a towering castle-like building. He jumped off the Icon's corpse as it slowly slid down the towering structure. The dust began to clear, revealing the battered form of Lucifer, slowly dragging himself away.

He approached the beaten Dark Lord, stomping his boot into the back of his head, before grabbing him by his neck. He began to beat and pummel Lucifer, his fist growing bloodier and bloodier with each blow. Blood stained his vision, yet he kept swinging. When he was content that Lucifer's face was suitibly beaten in, he grabbed his Holy Sword, and made to plunge it into Lucifer's body, only for something to stop him. He was flung back and frozen in the air, his vision going white, before all that he saw was, Daisy!?

They slowly approached the scene, Charlie's mother Lilith had woken up due to Lucifer's rampage, and had thankfully gotten them out of harm's way. Charlie saw the Slayer now frozen in the air, along with her father barely breathing on the ground, his face beaten bloody. From above, a beam of holy light appeared, and out of it walked her uncle, the Archangel, Michael. His wings spread out behind him as he turned his head slightly towards the Slayer, and then down towards his beaten brother. "What a mess you have made" Lucifer tried to stand back up, only for Michael to stomp his foot down, smashing Lucifer's face into the ground.

"Do not speak you fool." His voice was strict, almost like how one would scold a child. "You will only listen. For nothing you say will change what has, and will happen." He turned to look at Charlie and her friends, and Alastor.

"Your actions this time may have been your most foolish yet. Your invasion has destroyed so much, so many souls, lost and confused now flood Heaven due to you. Your little game has killed almost three quarters of the Earth's population, it has also led to the deaths of most of Hell's denizens. I struggle even now to understand your plan for this. Did you expect that we wouldn't answer? That, we would never have guessed that you had this planned? That we would turn away all those you killed, thus swelling the numbers of Hell?" Lucifer muttered something, only for Michael to dig his foot further into the back of his head.

"Do you know how many children Nicholas and Mr. Rogers are having to help right now? How hard we are working to create homes for these poor people? No, no you don't care for that all. I suppose all you care about is how we knew. How we knew your plan every step of the way. You know the answer, but you refuse to acknowledge the truth." His arm swept out towards Charlie. "From the very beginning we knew. All due to The Seraphim, he knew it all from the very beginning, it is why we came to give gifts unto your daughter. Because he saw it! He saw that she was better than you, better than any Hell could offer. Were it not for her birth, I daresay he would have brought her to Heaven so very long again."

"Nothing you could have done, would have changed this outcome. Had you forced their hand any more than you already have, the punishment that awaits you will have seemed like child's play." His gaze turned to the frozen Slayer, he lifted his foot off of Lucifer's head, before walking over to the Slayer's form. Lucifer struggled to pull himself up. "As of this moment, no angel shall enter Hell. The cleansings are over" Lucifer looked at Michael like he was mad. His gaze met Michael's. "But, do not think you are being rewarded for your sins. While the cleanses are over, your punishment." His eyes turned to see Alastor's. "Has only just begun."

"For, where you only had to fear Heaven's Wrath but one night a year, now you must face it every day, for the rest of your damned existence." He touched the Slayer's helmet. "He will be your eternal torment. For he will not stop when it comes to hunting you, when it comes to punishing you." He closed the small gap between them, whispering into the Slayer's ear. "They are rage, brutal, without mercy. But you?" He pulled away, the last words leaving his lips. "You will be worse."

Michael left the Slayer's side, before standing before Lucifer's fallen form. "He will hunt you, he will hunt down every last demon in hell. He will never stop, he will never be killed. He is eternal, unyielding. I suppose this may work in my niece's favor." His gaze turned to Charlie. "What she failed to do through compassion, he will achieve through fear. In fear of him, demons will flock to the only true way to escape his blade, Heaven." He made his way over to her, seeing her flinch as he pat her head.

"You truly are what he said all that time ago. It is why you and yours shall be spared his wrath. He will not throw his fury at those of the Happy Hotel, though." His gaze turned to Alastor. "That leaves in question this one's fate."

He grabbed Alastor, towering over him, he lifted him by his collar to eye level. "Do not think we are as forgiving as Charlie. I should have personally dealt with you when you died. But, we can dwell on the long since past all we want. You shall not get off so easy." He threw Alastor beside Lucifer. "Your punishment will be to live. He will hunt you, and break you, over and over, the only place you may hide is within the Happy Hotel, and that is only with the good graces of the Hotel's owner." His gaze drifted back to Charlie, before turning back to Alastor. "You may want to start praying Alastor, not for His mercy, but for her's" As he stood up straight, he looked like he was about to leave when Lotus approached him.

"Sorry to interrupt, but!" Everyone was caught off guard by Lotus's nonchalance words to an Archangel. "You wouldn't happen to have what I requested, would you?"

Michael sighed as he handed a glowing orb to Lotus. "Francis told me to tell you that you both are even now. I trust things have been going apace for you?"

"But of course! Making Luci's life a quite literal living hell has been the greatest task I've ever been given!" Everyone seemed both shocked and confused by his words, Lotus and Michael seeming to notice.

"I suppose the cat is out of the bag for this. Would you care to inform them?" Lotus gave Michael a thumbs up, before turning to everyone else.

"I suppose truly proper introductions are in order! I am Lotus, the Wretch. Whose sole purpose was to ensure that Hell's true intentions were kept! I'm not so much a demon, as I am, well, me!" He laughed as he finished. Angel, of all people, was the one to speak next.

"So you're saying that all this" He motioned generally around him, to the destruction of Hell. "Is because of you?"

Lotus shrugged. "In a way. My goal was to ensure that those within Hell were punished, as was its original purpose! Lucifer of course said fuck that and did his own thing. So it fell to me! I sparked turf wars, brought Overlords to power, and then struck them down when I was bored. It was a lot of fun, but as for all this latest nonsense. That's all him baby." He pointed towards the wounded Lucifer. He finally put the glowing orb away in his robes.

"Right, now with that out of the way." A quick flash of light came and went, and from it, a massive floating fortress appeared floating high above hell. "That solves the issue of giving him a place to rest. Now then" He pulled a hard hat out from one of his pockets and put it on his head. "I suggest you all try and settle your affairs, as in about" He moved his hand in a so-so motion. "5 or 10 minutes. He'll be back to rampage through Hell. I've got to help build more expansions to Heaven." He happily waved goodbye to Charlie. "Be seeing you for your birthday!" With another flash of holy light, the Archangel was gone, and the Slayer warped over to the fortress floating in the sky.

Hell had changed, nothing would be the same as it was before. Demons would flee in droves from him, just to escape his wrath. For all that it did, and for it had done. Hell was Doomed.

Hell had changed, that much was certain. The invasion of Earth was over, countless lives were lost on both ends. Humanity was still reeling from it. With so many dead, and such widespread destruction. Those who remained were being guided by both religious leaders and what few world leaders survived. It was a turning point, humanity would survive, but at such a high cost. For Hell, the cost was equally severe. They now faced a threat unlike any other, and this one was permanent. The Slayer, the one responsible for the end of the invasion and the start of their torment. He was born of fury and hatred unseen in any creature, even in Hell.

His wrath rained down upon them, by his hand Hell had changed. He strove through the burning ruins of countless cities leveled by his hand, cleaving through the demons that couldn't flee, or the suicidally foolish who tried to fight him. He wielded weapons blessed by a being of peerless holiness. He struck down the strongest Hell had, even forcing the Dark Lord himself to cower before him. His existence was a punishment to all who he hated.

Humanity found strength in the one who brought doom upon their unholy invaders. The demons' attempts to demoralize them, only gave them strength as they watched this mere man topple beings beyond comparison. Though he wouldn't know it, he was hailed as a hero, along with all those whom the Heavens called down to cast out the hordes of Hell. The Slayers were no longer a secret to be guarded, but heroes to be praised. Across the world, words of their deeds traveled, everywhere there were people to save, the Slayers of Heaven appeared. A bulwark from the demonic legions, they stood strong in the ceaseless flow of sin. Demons fell at their hands, none could rival their strength.

Yet, despite the invasion being over, Earth still had to recover. The devastation of the invasion would leave scars that would never fade from the Earth until the very end. The UAC was of course blamed for the invasion, and with the death of their chairman Samuel Hayden, they could not recover from it. Yet, despite this, they had used what remained of their work to aid in reconstruction. It was clear now that Hell was not something to be anywhere near.

One particular scar that let itself be known decades in the future, when the wounds of the invasion were not as fresh. The Argent that was used to repel the invasion had changed humanity. And not so simply as knowing to not use it as an energy source. It's changes would not be known for some time. But they would be known when a child was born in Qing Qing, China.

But, for the time being, Hell had bigger issues. Namely, the Slayer running rampant through the ruins that once were the homes of the Goetial demons. The Archangel Michael spoke true when he said they had only a short time to get ready for his return. He wasted no time in scouring the corners of Hell he had yet to reduce to rubble. Overlords stood no chance against him, and now the Goetial demons couldn't even slow him down. Stolas had long since beat it, now holed up his impish lover's basement.

Those who didn't follow suit didn't fare all that well. They were torn apart, and some even beaten with each other. Lotus was recording the entire thing, with Cherri Bomb and Angel next to him.

Along with their new torment, it seems some demons actually decided to take the whole 'redeem yourself to get to heaven' seriously, now that they faced death every day. Charlie and Vaggie were busier than ever before. Husk and Niffty did their best as well. Angel on the other hand proved to be more of a negative influence on the guests at the Hotel, and Cherri Bomb was bored enough she was going to start a riot. Lotus had taken his role as HR like the two were meant to be. His goal was to play regular reminders of what would happen if they don't get to Heaven, or end up having to leave the Hotel. This footage was going to last at least the rest of the year, or at worst, half of the year.

Alastor surprisingly, had been on his best behavior. Serving as entertainment at the Hotel, along with Charlie regularly forcing him to fight the Slayer. Not that he seemed to mind, Alastor seemed to love nearly dying every single day. He hadn't missed an airing of one of the Slayer's rampages yet. 666 News had only just gotten back on the air as well. Seems the BFG 10k hadn't killed Katie Killjoy or Tom Trench, but they definitely seemed equally terrified of the Slayer, outright refusing to cover anything to do with him.

Luckily, as most of their sponsors were now red slurry at the bottom of the Slayer's boot, it gave Lotus the perfect opportunity to run ads for the Hotel, while of course including regular updates on the Slayer's activities. Lotus was still waiting for the Slayer to return to his fortress, he did have something of a housewarming gift to give him.

The other Overlords all buckled beneath his rage. The V Club Overlords were constantly on the run as the Slayer seemed determined to repurpose Vox's head for his fortress. The Slayer was also clearly still angry at Valentino for running away, as the four armed Overlord rarely left an encounter with more than two, sometimes even less than that.

Sir Pentious had become actually feared throughout as well. Given he was the only one, besides the Slayer, who had a BFG. He still hated both Cherri Bomb and Angel, but Lotus managed to hash out a nonaggression pact between the three. Pentious was either in his newly improved airship, or in the Slayer's fortress working on whatever he and Hayden were up to.

As for Hayden, given he lacked a body, and keeping him housed only in the Slayer's suit likely wouldn't end well, was uploaded into the fortress's mainframe. He had full access to every inch of the fortress, from its weapons and defenses, to central heating and its wifi. Turned out it still got signals from Earth, and probably had the most stable connection in Hell. From what Lotus heard through the grapevine, and from delivering parts to the fortress, Hayden was working on building himself a body.

As he watched the Slayer skin another demon alive and strangle another with its skin, he couldn't help but wonder if his little gift would actually work. Sure, the Slayer steered clear of the Hotel, and had actively avoided being near it or its workers, he still kept a constant eye of the Hotel, given Alastor lived there, at least ever since the first test of the BFG 10K attached to the fortress was to level the entire city where Alastor's house was.

Lotus was a talented man, but patching up the discourse between those two was something not even The Seraphim could do. As another BFG ball flew and sent chunks of smoking Goetial demon splattering onto them, he figured that was enough footage, as he removed the cracked beak that rested on his hood, he turned over to Angel and Cherri, who were cheering despite the gore on them. At least he wasn't alone in enjoying the show. As he stood up tall, not minding the building crumbling before him, he hid the camera away, before turning towards the two beside him.

"Alright, I think that's enough fun for now. I daresay we should head back so I can get this edited. I also want to ask Charlie something." Angel and Cherri looked deflated, but he managed to get them up by pulling out two bottles of soda. He pulled out a bottle of what seemed to be a mixture of vodka and tequila before taking a swig of it. "Who knew watching someone tear through demons could work up such a thirst!"

Cherri laughed and nudged Angel in the ribs. "Ain't the only thrist that's getting worked up!" Lotus snorted at this. "Surprise you ain't tried anything with him yet, I can see how you undress him with your eyes. And do unquestionable things to him with your mind."

Angel shrugged as he took a sip of his drink. "Cherri, I may be a slut, but I'm not suicidal. Though if I had to go, certainly wouldn't mind him breaking me." Lotus opted to cut that conversation off there.

"We can explore your strange sexual fantasies later my horny arachnid! For now, to the Hotel!" With a snap of his fingers, they were right out front.

"Ya know triclops, I forget ya can do that." Lotus laughed.

"Believe you me, it's easy to forget, especially when you have a catchy song on the radio and you end up dropping most of your living room on top of someone at the corner bodega. Accidentally made that place close because of that. Shame that was, loved their sandwiches!" He opened the front door, seeing that Charlie was busy sorting through the newest guests, while Vaggie looked over some building plans to further extend the Hotel. "We have returned! Hale and whole, and with footage to spare!"

Charlie looked up and smiled. "Good to see you guys are back. Things are quiet right now. Everyone went back to their rooms."

Cherri and Angel went over to Husk, Niffty nearly having a stroke at the blood they were trailing in until Lotus snapped his fingers and it vanished. Lotus sat down cross legged across from Charlie, leaning forward with his chin in his hand. "So how are our recent arrivals doing?"

"There are fewer than when he first started. Surprisingly, an imp couple came in looking for a room." She could tell he raised one of his eyebrows at this. "Seems they simply want to get away from work for a little while. The wife was an absolute delight but the husband seemed to be more worried that the Slayer was hunting him for 'tearing his shirt' he even gave me this." She put a small scrap of green cloth on the table.

Lotus picked it up, and examined it closely, before laughing as he remembered the very visible abs the Slayer had due to his shirt having been torn open. He managed to stifle his laughter long enough to stash the scrap in his robes. "I'll keep this on hand." He coughed for a moment before taking a moment to compose himself. Once he was, he spoke what was on his mind. "I had actually been planning on a little visit up to our newly arrived orbital death station." He motioned in the general direction of the fortress that the Slayer called home. "And no need to worry. I already booked us an appointment! I just don't wanna go alone."

Charlie gave him a slightly annoyed look as he got close to her. "Oh don't give me that look. Is it so much to ask that my niece spends a little time with me when we aren't in the middle of an invasion?"

"Lotus I have a Hotel to run I can't"

"You always loved going on adventures with me when you were younger. Like when we went down to the circle of Greed and stripped them bare! HA! I think I still have some pictures of that." At the mention of pictures, a panicked blush came across her face as she slammed the guest ledger shut.

"Alright, alright! I'll go with you. But only if Vaggie gets to come along." Lotus pretended to think this over before shrugging and nodding his head.

It didn't take them long to be ready to leave for the fortress, Angel and Cherri invited themselves along, mainly so Husk could rest the hangover from the day before, and the day before that, and the day before that. With the snap of his fingers, they were inside the fortress, several lights activating as they arrived.

"You're early Lotus." Hayden's voice echoed throughout the fortress.

"Sorry, was gathering more promotional material for the Hotel. But I've arrived all the same, and I come bearing gifts!" He pulled out a gift wrapped box, looking exactly like one would expect a christmas gift or birthday present. He motioned idly to them. "And guests"

The lights turned on across the fortress, letting them get a good look at the place the Slayer now lived. As Lotus walked through the halls, them following behind, they saw the various angelic spires and halls. It seemed very gothic, not really angelic, but it fit the man who was currently tearing through demons down below. Eventually they came upon the main room, a spire of light in the center of the room.

"I'd advise you not to touch anything. Especially his video game collection. Lotus only recently returned that to him and he's only been taking breaks to tend to his island." Angel immediately backed away from several shelves of toys. Lotus walked over to the spire of light.

"He on his way back yet? I've got a delivery for him." He idly poked the light, pulling his hand back to see it had burnt his finger off. Another stream of light covered a console Cherri was inching closer towards.

"He'll arrive shortly. Though I cannot say he'll be happy you brought company. If you must deliver it to him. Leave it on the table. I just managed to clean the floors from the last mess he dragged in here." Lotus shook his head as he pulled out a stake and held it between a pair of tongs. He pushed it into the light stream.

"No can do I'm afraid. I have to deliver it in person or it'll lose all its flare." He flipped the stake over in the stream before pulling it out, seeing it was cooked to perfection.

"Kindly don't cook your meals in the Argent Reactor."

"No" Lotus pulled out another stake with another pair of tongs and pushed it into the stream.

"I'd like to remind you that I have full access to this fortress's defenses, both external and internal. Do with that information what you will." Lotus answered by flipping the stake and pulling it out.

Charlie looked around the command room. "I didn't know that something like this existed."

Hayden answered her. "Because it was a well kept secret. From what I've found in the depths of the fortress's history archives. This was made as a result of, of all things, Michael winning a drunken bet with The Seraphim." This caught everyone's attention, and Lotus managed to choke on his fork, forcing Vaggie to try and save him.

"You mean the 'high and mighty' and 'overwhelmingly just' Archangel that beat Charlie's dad up a long time ago, got shitfaced and managed to win a bet against THE Seraphim? The same one that apparently saw everything that's happened before it did?" Angel's question made it very clear how ridiculous it all sounded.

"Yes." Hayden said this as Vaggie managed to knock the fork Lotus had swallowed free of his throat. "The bet, from what is known, was that if it came to be, Michael would, and I quote. 'Beat Lucifer's ass so bad he won't look at me for at least a month' end quote. This, of course, happened before Lucifer's rebellion. And The Seraphim created it because Michael did indeed win that bet." Charlie rubbed her arm as this information went through her mind.

"No wonder dad hated celebrating my birthday in public." Cherri barked out a laugh as Vaggie made sure Lotus could breathe as he gasped for air. The lights changed slightly, as Pentious slithered up from a separate staircase.

"I've managed to fix the ssssslight issssssue with the Argent transmitter. With ssssssome luck, I ssssshould be able to get the portal sssssysssstem working within the month." He turned and saw the group he wasn't expecting, nor wanted to see. "Hello people who do not live here." Charlie gave an awkward wave as Lotus looked over, tears in his eyes from nearly choking.

"Hayden, there any reassssson I wassssn't informed of their arrival?"

"Because had I told you, you would've likely fallen into the Argent stream, and I am not cleaning you out of the energy flows a second time" The lights flickered as the fortress shook. "It would appear he's arriving soon. If you are going to fight, do it elsewhere. If you aren't at the very least move aside. He will likely want to rest." Pentious glared at Angel and Cherri, who both flipped him off, which worsened his glare as his forked tongue slipped through his teeth.

"I'm not sssssure why you're here, if Lotusssss isssss here he'ssssss likely dropping ssssssomething off. Hayden only allowssssss thosssssse whom we can trust into the fortress, and Lotussssss isssss unaffected by any lockdown proceduresssss sssssso we sssssstopped trying." Lotus walked over to Pentious, leaning into his ear and whispering something. Pentious's eyes widened at this, before he looked uneasy.

"I'd ssssssay you're insssssane but clearly you've never been ssssssane to begin with. That issssss very much a ssssssensitive ssssssubject for him. If he sssssupects even the sssssslightest trickery, he will"

"Relax my venomous friend. This is 100% on the up and up. I called in a favor and everything. And Francis hasn't been wrong before." Charlie was curious as to what they were talking about, but again the fortress shuddered as a door opened behind them.

"He's here." Sure enough, in walked the Slayer, completely ignoring the group of demons to his side. Walking past the pillar of light, he grabbed a seat and sat down, taking his helmet off, a tray of food appearing next to him, a burger and fries. "I suggest you get whatever you intend to do done with now. He wants to get some work in before he leaves again."

Lotus clapped his hands together. "Wish me luck!" With that Lotus approached the Slayer. He popped his head into the Slayer's view, catching his glare as he stepped fully into view. "Now I know you've been quite busy as of late. Stopping an invasion and slaughtering demons by the thousands must be very tiring for you! That's why I come bearing a gift! Consider it both a housewarming gift and one of goodwill!" He took out the gift box and handed it to the Slayer, backing away quickly.

The Slayer stood up, before placing the box down, and opening as he crouched over it. Inside of it, something he had lost, stolen from him in fire and blood. He looked over at Lotus and saw the giddy look on his face, nodding wildly. As he reached into the box, he pulled out a small brown rabbit, Daisy, his Daisy. She squeaked as he pulled her close. Nestled in the crook of his armor, seemingly unbothered by his armor. He moved her close to his face, where her nose touched his own.

Charlie and the others watched as the Slayer, the one who stopped the invasion, and tore through hell, started to cry as he cuddled with the small animal.

"Like I said, a wretch though I may be, I am also a Merchant, and I have yet to be unable to retrieve an item for a customer. I also brought these." He pulled out a rabbit cage, and several bags of food and bedding from his robes, setting them down beside him.

"St. Francis owed me a favor, and luckily finding the recently added rabbit to Heaven's Pet Sanctuary was quite easy. I suppose for now. I shall leave you to your reunion." Without another word, he walked away, over to and past Charlie's group. The intention was made known, without any objection, they all left the Slayer to his reunion.

She gained a new perspective, that beyond the destruction and fury, he was human. He felt a pain not many have felt, and something that broke her heart thinking about. The tears he shed were of a man who chased a dream, only to have what was so cruelly stolen from him, returned to him.

It was a rather dull evening in London. At least it was for him. Stuck in the basement of the manor due to some council members coming by to talk with his master. And she had once again taken to bribing him to stay in the basement until they left. Didn't end well for them the last time, but he still had fun, though that demi-god, he almost made himself laugh when he remembered what that little shit had called himself, did end up giving one of his hounds indigestion. So there he was, Alucard, in a dark ass room, sitting on his throne, with a large flat screen TV in front of him, digging up fossils for his museum.

The Police Girl was helping make sure the manor was secure, with the help of some of the Frenchman's men. Walter was, as ever, by Integra's side, he wondered if Walter was intending on taking some of his vacation days. He has been waiting for his next rematch with the Priest. Just as he handed in the fossils to that feathery curator, the entire manor shook, the TV's image cut out for a second before fixing itself. He looked up at the darkened ceiling. "Oh she's gonna be pissed."

"Seras! Status report! It'd better not be a bunch of ghouls again or I swear to God!" As soon as the lights came back on in the meeting room, her finger was immediately against the speaker on the table, connecting her to Seras. There was some static when the speaker turned on.

"Sorry Ma'am! It seems we might have a slight problem." Seras looked out across the horizon, seeing flames dancing in the distance.

"Are they ghouls, vampires, or vampire ghouls?" Her enhanced vision closed in on the figures in the distance, they didn't look like any ghouls she'd seen before, not even those fake vampires her master was sent to fight. The tallest looked like, of all things, an owl.

"Ma'am, I know this may sound crazy, but" She was cut off by Integra.

"Seras, we live with Alucard in our basement, nothing surprises me anymore." She shrugged as she aimed her anti tank rifle.

"Well, the biggest looks like an owl. Kinda fancy looking. He's not remotely human looking that's for sure." To her surprise, Walter's voice was what came over her radio next.

"Ms. Victoria, do any of them bear some kind of emblem? Anything would do." She looked closer, taking note of the crown-like symbol some of them wore.

"Kinda looks like a crown." Her radio went quiet for a few moments, before Walter once again came over the radio.

"Ms. Victoria, you have full clearance to do what you must to either slow or repel their advance, as Mr. Bernadotte has yet to return from London, both you and I have authority over ordering the Wild Geese in defence of the manor." His voice had gained a strong commanding tone, yet he didn't seem to be worried.

"W-wait! Walter, what's going on? Who are these guys? And what about master?" She aimed her rifle at the owl.

"Those, Ms. Victoria, are known as Goetial Demons. I have Alucard and a number of occult books to thank for my knowledge of them. They are likely led by Prince Stolas, if the owlish appearance is anything to go by. They will likely prove quite the threat to our forces should they be allowed to breach the manor grounds. I will be out shortly to assist in dealing with our unwanted house guests, and as for Alucard." She didn't need to answer there.

"Right right. He's been cooped up down there ever since he convince Ma'am to buy him that Switch. We're supposed to share it." As she focused on the Owl demon's head, Integra came over the line.

"Seras, once this is done, I'll buy you your own. Just keep these things from getting inside while the council members get to the security bunker." She nodded, and pulled the trigger, the boom of the rifle echoed the manor, as the shell flew through the air. To the Prince's credit, he managed to avoid the shot, though the demons it tore through like they were parchment paper weren't as lucky. She got another round ready as several of the Wild Geese began to set up defenses and lay down suppressing fire.

To her surprise, as the demons rushed forward, they exploded. Largest plumes of dirt were kicked up as landmines went off in the field. "Walter, did you know they planted landmines?"

"Of course, I did suggest it after all." As she fired another round at the advancing demons, and it pierced through the ever advancing horde.

"Well why didn't you tell me?! I've been walking the dogs out there for weeks now!" A rocket flew from one of the windows and struck the demons, they didn't even seem to be fighting back, just approaching.

"I figured you would've noticed them, but clearly not, my apologies." She wasn't happy she could've been blown up at any moment while walking the dogs, but at least he apologised. She fired several more rounds, demons exploding apart just as well as any ghoul. The Wild Geese's gunfire tore into the horde, but still they didn't fight back. They were getting closer though, and there were a lot of them. Pip was a clever man, she trusted he'd be able to fend for himself for awhile.

Walter tightened his gloves as he and Sir Integra led the council members through the manor towards the bunker they installed. The Wild Geese hurried through the halls of the manor, rifles and other weapons in their hands. Some were carrying ammo boxes, and large weapon crates. He would have to give Mr. Bernadotte credit, his men were well trained for mercenaries. He'd likely need to force Alucard out of the basement if need be, but he felt that they would be able to handle things in the meantime.

Once they got to the door to the bunker properly, he entered the code, and the door opened. Integra turned to Sir Pennwood. "I trust you'll be able handle yourselves while you're in there. There is enough food to last a year, don't bother with the blood bags though."

"Ms. Integra, you can't mean to remain even while those things besiege the building." Pennwood's voice was panicked. This was the second time they were put in the line of fire that was Hellsing's daily life.

"I'm not going to let them run rampant through my home. I have two full fledged vampires, a highly skilled mercenary team, and Walter defending this building. They won't be of much threat to me." She opened a cabinet close to the door, pulling out several pistols, and handing them to each of the council members, and handing the last to Pennwood. "The ammunition inside this bunker is blessed. In the unlikely case that they manage to overwhelm the Manor, this bunker has also been blessed. These are a last resort, save one bullet for yourselves." With that, she walked out of the bunker, with Walter, leaving the befuddled and panicked council members inside as the door closed.

As they walked back towards where Seras was, Walter couldn't help but ask her something. "Sir Integra, do you truly believe this is a good idea?"

"It's our duty to protect the Queen and country from the supernatural. And while Alucard wants to be a child and stay in the basement playing video games. I should at the very least be with you and Seras." The two continued to walk, hearing the echoing of gunfire get closer. "Plus, if I stayed in a room with them, I'm fairly certain I would've shot myself. Pennwood's the only one amongst them I can even remotely stand."

They entered the room where Seras was laying down fire. The force of her rifle having long since shattered the windows in the room. She noticed them between shots, lowering her rifle as they approached. "They haven't really been doing anything. They've just been walking closer and getting cut down." Walter took out a pair of binoculars and looked across the field, not finding the owl demon Seras had shot at.

"Ms. Victoria, you wouldn't happen to know where the owl demon went would you?" As he raised his eyebrow, a shadow flew across them, before a series of loud crashes echoed from behind him. Something going straight through the roof of the manor, and likely into the basement.

As they turned back to the direction the crash came from, the demons that were only advancing, now began to charge, balls of flames, and gunfire began to strike the manor. "I suppose Alucard's his problem now." Integra turned back to Seras and Walter. "Walter, I trust you'll be able to keep them out?"

"Of course Ma'am." He tightened his gloves as he approached the vantage point Seras was using. He leapt out the window and into the driveway of the manor. Integra and Seras walked over to the window.

"Seras, keep firing, only if we're forced to retreat further inside are you to stop." A sharp toothed smile spread across Seras's face.

"You've got it!" She pointed the rifle back around and fired off another round, the now dangerously close demons were torn apart by the shell. Integra had her pistol in one hand and sabre in the other. Demons wouldn't take down the Hellsing Organization so easily.

Razor wire whirled violently behind him as he approached the front gate, demons already piling against it. "This isn't the first time a bunch of unholy beasts have tried to breach these grounds. Though the last ones were a bunch of braindead ghouls, led by an equally braindead leader. I'd hazard to say you lot have gotten them beat in the Darwin Awards by a landslide. Now" One leapt above the gate and down towards the elderly butler. Before the reptilian demon could reach him, it was snagged on the near invisible wire, before being sliced into cubes of flesh. Walter held his index finger up as the wires effectively destroyed the remains of the first demon. "Who wants to fight a real vampire hunter?" The gate buckled and collapsed, the demons rushed him, guns in hand, and with various demonic powers at their disposal.

Though they were many, and he was but one old man, they were certainly outskilled. The covering fire provided by those within the manor kept the horde at bay well enough, but his skill with his wires slaughtered them in droves. Regardless of their defenses, hardened scales, or bone, the wire sliced through it with ease and grace. He puppeted around some more unfortunate demons, using them as both shields against the others, but also using their powers and weapons against them. These were Goetial demons, yet they didn't seem to have any better plan than just attack. He had never met Stolas, but from what he's read, he's never been a great tactician. Meaning he was outclassed in all regards.

As his wire split a hawk demon in half, he barely dodged out of the way of one of Seras's shells, which punched a hole straight through a larger armorer demon. The Wild Geese fired rockets and threw grenades, which sent demons flying. All while he danced through the demonic army. His wires were unrivaled, which was needed for the man who once hunted the greatest vampire there was. Though there were still embers from what he once held for the vampire during the war, he had given up on them long ago. As demons fell around him, he felt young again, he rarely got to show his true talents anymore, but old age hadn't withered his skill. As strange as it felt, the same rush that diving into the fray gave him from his youth came back full force. He enjoyed fighting, putting down beast unholy. Maybe once this was over he could ask Sir Integra if he might join the field every now and again.

As he sliced and diced his way through the horde, an unholy roar echoed from the manor, having him turn to find an enormous owl emerged, frantically trying to fly away as darkness began to consume it.

Safe to say his evening wasn't boring anymore, though had he known that it would mean he'd lose yet another flatscreen, he would've been fine with it being boring. From the ruins of his TV, stood a well dressed owl demon. He remembered Lucy telling him about these kinds of demons, Gotal demons or something, he didn't bother to remember. All he cared about was that this owl headed shit was standing on the remnants of his TV. He had managed to pull his Switch to safety and tucked it away in his coat for safe keeping. He wasn't starting another island damnit. He crossed his legs as the crimson eyes of the demon opened, so he was going for the whole 'menacing powerful demon look'. He could respect that at least, if nothing else.

"You were quite the hard man to find Mr. Dracula." Strike one, not a good way to start off the conversation.

"There are like three places I've lived before in my life, and one of them is a room down the hall. Also, name's Alucard. But if we're aiming for proper titles, call me Alucard the Fuck Mothering Vampire." His tone never was serious, why the hell would he get serious for this 8 foot creeper sounding Owl. "Sooooooo. There any reason you broke into my room, broke my TV, and decided to call me by my full name like we're two best buddies from college?"

He could see that the demon wasn't expecting him to be so dismissive of him. "I came in order to collect you for our invasion. Sir Lucifer has been trying to contact you, but you've not gotten his calls." Alucard thought for a moment before snapping his fingers.

"That's why he's been calling. I figured he was calling about his dogs again so I've been ignoring the calls." He nearly laughed as he saw the demon slump over.

"Well, he's intending to call in one of the favors you owe hi-" Alucard cut him off, strike two, assuming he owed anybody anything. He owed Integra and Integra alone.

"And I say me and him have been square for years now! If anything he owes me some favors! Now care to give me a good reason I shouldn't do to you what I did to the last schmuck who broke my TV?" His smile was sharp, as were his teeth, clearly putting the demon on edge.

"W-well" The demon caught himself. He was impressed, not a lot of people could be in the same room as him and stay straight faced as he egged them on. "I refuse to play these games. I'm Stolas, the Prince of the Goetial. I have far better things to do than play your insipid games!" So it was Goetial, saved him the embarrassment of asking if it was Gotal or Goil. "I intend to make use of this manor as my new home once this invasion is over and done with. Now you can either help with that, or I will put you down like the dog you are, and repurpose your corpse as a love doll!" And strike three.

"Buddy, do you have any real idea who you are talking to?" His tone wasn't angry. He was enjoying this. "You don't look like the kinda guy who'd fuck a corpse. Looking like you take it up the tail feathers yes, but necrophilia? Doesn't seem to fit."

"My sexuality is not something you or anyone else can comprehend." Alucard shot up from his chair.

"Don't use my own lines against me!" His grip was tight against the armrests of the chair. It took a moment for him to lean back again.

"I have made love to a great number of beings in Hell. My current flame, Blitzo, is quite the-" He was cut off by Alucard.

"Woah, woah, woah. Blitzo? B-L-I-T-Z- with a silent O? That imp that tried to just walk in and kill Integra during a meeting? You're fucking an imp?!" He began barking out laughter, clapping as his body shook with laughter. "Wow, I never thought I'd see someone so desperate to get laid in my life. Fucking an imp, honestly, I thought you demons were supposed to be self respecting." Stolas closed the distance between them, a large flintlock pistol looking gun pointed at Alucard's head, while one of his own pistols was buried where he suspected the owl's privates were.

"Sorry, but the only thing getting fucked today is you." With that, both fired. Alucard's round was shifted upwards as his head was forced back by the shot from Stolas's gun, still managing to blow a hole through one of the demon's wings. The chair toppled over, and both of his guns were now in his hands. A hail of bullets flew at the Goetial demon, who barely dodged in one piece. Several rounds found purchase in his wings. Feathers as sharp as swords flew towards Alucard, the ones that weren't shot out of the air, sliced through Alucard, who kept firing round after round at the demon.

Judging from how bad a shape Stolas was in compared to him, he'd say he won round 1. His wounds began to seal shut, demons couldn't put him down before, they couldn't now. "Ya see." He shifted his tattered jaw back into place. "I usually love moments like these. But you managed to actually make me want to kill you. Admittedly, not a hard feat, but hey, you managed it!" Darkness swirled around Alucard. "So here's your prize!"

"Release Restraint Level 1"

"Level What?" Stolas barely got the word out as another bullet tore through his chest, as he doubled over, he saw that Alucard's body began to warp as the darkness consumed it, endless eyes formed from the darkness, as a shadowy hound emerged from Alucard. Stolas wouldn't lose like this, his form shifted as he grew, beginning to access his true form.

But it was interrupted as the dark hound bit into his wing, nearly biting it in half. "You know, I've always hated owls." Stolas turned his head fully around to find the frightening form of Alucard towering above him. "The Owl from Winnie the Pooh, that owl from Legend of Zelda, especially that Tootsie Roll one. Never liked them. You top all of them." The hound bit deeper into Stolas's arm. "Now, let's see how many bites it takes to get to the center of you!"

Stolas forced his transformation. Changing into a giant demonic owl, yet still couldn't shake Alucard. Even as he flew back through the hole he made, and through the manor. Alucard's hound bite harder and harder into him. Alucard aimed his pistol at Stolas's other wing and fired. The round went straight through it, severing it in a single shot, having Stolas collapse to the ground. As Stolas skidded across the ground, he felt his other wing get caught up in what felt like wire, before it was pulled clean off his body. Before he could howl in pain, his mouth was filled with both of Alucard's pistols.

"I thought owls were supposed to be quiet. Let's fix that!" Alucard's hound flailed about wildly as it bit into Stolas's stomach, its teeth tore into his flesh, before ripping a hole out of him and diving in. It ate through his organs, all while he was still conscious, before arriving at his mouth, chewing through his tongue and eating it. As Alucard's hound pulled out of Stolas, Alucard turned his head to see both the Police Girl and Integra approaching.

"Alucard, I still have words with him. Go play with the others." Her words were stern and very much final.

"Ah come on! He was my kill!"

"And I said now, Alucard!" Alucard slumped off of Stolas, before turning his attention towards the stunned demons.

"Fine, mom! Blue balling the shit outta me here!" Alucard leapt at the horde, his pistols and hound made short work of them.

Walter's wire coiled around Stolas's body, digging it and pulling the large demon up to face Integra. Before he could even think of speaking, her sword dug into his eye. "Listen here, I don't give a damn what you think you're doing, but you made the poor decision to try and invade my home. Whatever you dickless cowards have to throw at us won't be enough. And when you get back to wherever the hell you came from. Tell them what will happen when they try this again." With that, she pulled her sword out, and put her pistol to Stolas's head, firing and putting a hole right through Stolas's head, dropping him dead.

Alucard was done with what was left of the demons by the time she killed Stolas, already switched back to his normal form. He walked back and looked down at the Goetial demon's corpse. "Sooooo, Hell's invading Earth."

Integra sighed as she pulled out a walkie talkie. Static coming from it was nearly deafening. "We know, it would seem that some old friends of yours are attempting to invade Buckingham Palace at the moment. Which means we still have work to do. Walter" She turned to her butler. "Get the car ready to go. Seras, get the Wild Geese ready to leave."

"M-ma'am what about the council members?" Integra shrugged and Alucard laughed.

"They'll live, that bunker could take a nuke directly and be fine. I doubt any of these demons will bother coming here again. Now go." Walter bowed, which Seras copied shortly after, before both went off.

"Looks like I'm going to be taking a walk." Alucard turned off towards the burning horizon.

"Don't get lost Alucard, we will be needing you, and that means no games."

"Integra, if it means I get to see Betty again, I'll do the damn mambo if you'd asked me. I am in far too much of a good mood to be bothered now." Integra sighed as Alucard readied his pistols. She always worried when it came to him, not for him, but because of him. She'd worry about that later though, as she still had a job to do. London was burning and the Queen was in danger. It was time for Hellsing to do its job, and send these unnatural creatures back to hell.

From London to somewhere just outside of Moscow in Russia. The Seraphim was certainly impatient, he didn't even have the time to say goodbye to the Queen before he was dropped unceremoniously outside the city limits. Fortunately enough, he still had the weapons Bernadotte had given him, and the Spear of Destiny thrummed on his back. Though as he got adjusted to his surroundings, he was nearly knocked on his ass as explosions shook the earth. As he stood again, he saw something he didn't think he would ever see. A Mechanized War Machine, far larger than what The Major used against him in London, this one looked as if it could carry the entire city upon it's back. Draped across it's sides, the scorched but not unrecognizable Nazi Swastika.

It rained shells upon the city, burning ruins illuminated the sickly green cloud that covered the city. The Warmachine marched towards the city, it wasn't fast that much was certain, but what forces the Russians could muster to repel it were proven insufficient against the Nazi Colossus. Despite how quick it tore through The Major's own mech, he didn't think it would be of much use against this one. He had to figure out a way on board and take it out from inside.

But, first things first, he needed to scour the city to ensure anyone who wasn't already dead stayed that way, and that any Demon Nazi he found didn't stay alive much longer. Checking the ammo on his guns, he took off for the city. As he closed the distance, he could hear gunfire, nearly muffled by the constant bombardment from the Colossus. He could also smell the sickening stench of chlorine gas. He was lucky enough to already be dead, so he didn't need to worry about it, but the citizens of Moscow and the rest of Russia weren't as fortunate.

As he crossed into the city proper he could see, just barely through the choking smoke and lethal gas, two groups firing at each other. He could also tell which side was clearly losing. They only looked like civilians, huddled behind burnt out cars trying to gun down the heavily armored forces trying to snuff out their lives. He didn't waste another second, rushing through a bombed out building, he opened fire on the armored Nazis.

While his rounds didn't put them down, it did divert their attention to him, allowing for the others to escape. Opting for the Spear of Destiny, he launched the holy energy at them. The holy bolts pierced through their armor with ease. The armored Nazis dropped like flies against his holy weapon. Yet, for every one he felled three took their place. Their bullets found their mark but bounced off of him, due to the combination of The Seraphim's Blessing, and the fact he was already dead.

Soon enough he was surrounded by the corpses of dead demon Nazis. Only for more heavily armed reinforcements to arrive, in the form of grotesque living tanks, and smaller versions of The Major's mech. He didn't need to worry about his own wellbeing, allowing him to launch himself towards them without a care. The pulsating tanks of flesh fired at him, the shell from it's main barrel knocked him on his ass, and through a building for good measure.

"Right!" He groaned as he pulled himself out of the divot he made in the wall, which had it collapse behind him. "Not immune to the laws of physics." Stretching out his back, he focused on the task at hand again, right before ducking beneath another burning shell. He charged at the flesh tank, ducking beneath a mech's legs and firing a bolt of holy power right through the bottom, burning a hole through it, and it's pilot. As the mech collapsed in a burning heap. He jumped onto the tank, ignoring the sickening squish it made beneath his boots.

The lid to the tank popped open, revealing what looked like the child of a barbed wire fence and a humanoid bull. Before the Nazi could open fire, it was impaled by the Spear of Destiny, the holy energy scorching the demon, reducing it to ash in seconds. Not wasting time, he fiddled with the Spear, releasing a long beam of energy from it's tip. Jumping off the back of the flesh tank, he swung it down, and the beam of energy split the tank in two, and managed to kill the remaining occupants. Turning on his heel, he stared down the remaining flesh tanks and mechs.

Just as he was about to get to work on them, a fire bomb dropped into one of the mechs. The mech burst into flames as the pilot burnt to death, which had it swing it's arms wildly, managing to take a chunk out of a nearby mech. He wasn't sure from where, but a rocket crashed directly into one of the tanks of flesh. After a few moments of waiting the rocket detonated, sending chunks of flesh covered metal flying.

From above, on the rooftops of damaged and ruined buildings, came gunfire. Ranging from shotgun shells, automatic fire, and even small arms fire. The mechs were set upon first, concerning themselves more with the attacks from above than the man holding a weapon that could cut through them like they were rice paper. While they were busy with the counterattack, he set about dealing with the remaining tanks.

Despite the fact that the tanks had literal eyes staring at him, shooting it with his normal rifle didn't do much except make the tanks scream, so he went to work using the spear. The Nazis tried their best to fend him off, but despite their beastly appearances, getting stabbed in the face by a weapon of unrivaled holy power ended their attempts quickly. Bolts of energy lanced through the tanks, burning them inside out. Not long after, there wasn't much left besides the stench of burning meat, and desecrated tank ruins.

With the tanks dealt with, he went to deal with the mechs only to find that the ambushers were already dealing with the few that remained. Despite their superior weaponry, the mechs were unable to fend off the attackers. The crude weapons proved more than useful against the less than heavily armored demons piloting the warmachines. Despite being from Hell, they seemed quite averse to being lit on fire. As the final burning mech collapsed to the ground, he saw several military looking soldiers quickly rush out from some burnt out buildings, checking each and every mech for remaining demons, the occasional ringing of gunfire signaling they had found, and swiftly dealt with any that they found.

As he holstered the Spear, one of the soldiers approached him. He saw that they were fortunately wearing gas masks given the poisoned air around them. "It is not often we have Americans helping us, let alone ones that can breathe lethal gas." The soldier motioned to his maskless face. His Russian was a little rusty, but he could get what he was saying.

"Yeah well." He needed a moment to actually remember what the words were in Russian. "It's not everyday Nazis come back from the dead and try to take over the world."

The soldier only gave a shrug. "A fair enough assessment, we cannot wait here. Too open, and in view of that Machine" He motioned towards the immense Warmachine currently bombing what was likely the remains of the Russian Military into oblivion.

"I hope you've got a bunker of some kind, preferably one of that can take a shell and not collapse." He could tell some of the soldiers were eyeing the golden glowing spear on his back.

"We managed to get as many civilians as we could into the metro. Most of our forces are split across the country. If that thing gets past Moscow, there will not be any way of stopping it." The soldiers finally finished their once over of the area and returned to the one in charge.

"Colonel Dyatlov! We've gotten word further reinforcements are arriving from the Colossus, we've swept the perimeter of any remaining civilians." Dyatlov, as he now knew him, gave the soldier a firm nod, before ordering them to move out. All he could do was follow and try and think of how many holes he'd need to put in that thing to bring it down.

Now, he hadn't really been in Russia all that often during the war, he was usually busy behind Nazi lines. But seeing most of Moscow reduced to rubble wasn't something that sat right with him, no matter his feelings on how things went after the war. They approached the entrance to the metro system, seeing it was quite fortified, despite the obvious damage to it. Surrounding the entrance were the burnt out husks of Nazi tech, from mechs, to what looks like actual robots.

The Russians had definitely held their own quite well, but he knew that if he didn't do something, they wouldn't outlast their invaders. As they approached, he saw just how bad the situation was. There was far more damage here than back where they found him. Buildings were in burning ruins, military vehicles were utterly devastated, and the ones that weren't destroyed outright, appeared too damaged to be of much use. The other thing that caught his eye were the corpses that littered the area. They were clearly military, judging from the uniforms at least, he wasn't up to date on Russian military uniforms nowadays.

Dyatlov approached the fortified entrance and rapped his knuckles against it in what was almost certainly a code of sorts, to which after a moment a piece of the door slid away and someone on the inside got a good look at Dyatlov, before it slid shut again and the heavy metal door was dragged open. Several more soldiers that were farther behind them came with some armed and wounded civilians. Dyatlov moved aside as the soldiers ushered the civilians inside.

Approaching Dyatlov, he asked what was on his mind. "So as much as I already know the answer, how's the defensive going?" Dyatlov looked around the area for a moment before motioning for him to enter. As the two entered the guarded metro, descending down the stairs Dyatlov answered.

"Not well, the enemy forces struck faster than we could respond and harder than those who could manage an offensive could handle. They have clearly learned from their previous failings during the war. Their first wave clashed against most of our operating military. They were delayed long enough to afford those further away from the combat to mount a defense and rally the civilian population, but as you can see." Dyatlov continued as they made it towards the subway system, William couldn't tell civilians from soldiers down here, but he knew it didn't matter, they were all targets to the hellish Reich above.

"Any plans on dealing with that giant fucking metal monster they've got?" Dyatlov only shook his head at this as they continued, passing more and more wounded civilians, some clearly not going to survive their wounds.

"At present we only know the location of it's primary power source, but they crippled any real form of our air force during their initial attack. The Colossus is a recent development, likely meant to crush any and all forms of opposition left." As they continued their walk, shouting came from further down the metro system. Hearing this had Dyatlov and William run forward, until they were stopped as another soldier, clearly wounded but seemingly ignoring his wounds as he spoke.

"Colonel! I managed what you ordered me too!" The soldier nearly doubled over, as he spoke. Dyatlov helped him stand up straight.

"Artyom! Slow yourself, I can't afford you bleeding out. Now explain what you've done." Artyom looked up, pulling his gasmask off quickly.

"I found a working fighter! Like you ordered! I managed to get it near the other end of the Metro!" William helped prop Artyom up.

"Hell of a job, I'd say but I'm guessing from your less than stellar health you weren't quiet about it?"

"They had the base covered head to toe, but I managed to rig the gas line beneath it with enough explosives to make Tunguska look like a tire fire." Artyom nearly went limp as he doubled over again.

"You've done well," Dyatlov motioned towards two nearby soldiers who quickly took Artyom from them. "You've done your part, now rest."

Artyom struggled weakly against the unwounded soldiers. "Colonel, I have to go with you! I've flown them before! I can get us in that Nazi scrap heap with no issue!"

"The last thing I need is for you to bleed to death midflight, besides you are not the only one present with flight experience. I also need you here to manage the defense should our last plan fail." Dyatlov handed Artyom something from his pocket, before walking away, William tailing behind as the soldiers dragged the wounded and shouting Artyom away.

"I thought you said you didn't have a plan to handle that thing?" Dyatlov shook his head.

"I didn't, I did not expect Artyom to follow through with his mad scheme, I had only ordered it shortly before we were forced into the Metro. I can't in good faith allow his near sacrifice to be wasted. He mentioned the other end of the metro, which is a fair distance away." Dyatlov approached several soldiers stationed near the other end of the base they had made, clearly on watch duty. With a nod of his head, they showed one of the train cars for the metro, likely quickly repurposed for rapid deployment.

"I'm not scared of heights so if flying there is the only way aboard that thing then fine." As he spoke, the entire system shook as the Colossus above continued its unfaltering march forward. Just as the tremors subsided, lights appeared far down the line. Dyatlov slowly watched as the lights grew brighter and brighter.

Slowly, William pulled out his two rifles, with the guards doing the same. Soon the sounds of metal marching began to echo the formerly silent metro system. The lights grew into flames, illuminating the marching forces of Nazi armor, and warmachines. Dyatlov pulled a pistol from his pocket. "Not one step beyond this point." His spoken words seemingly lost as the enemy approached their gate.

William got himself ready, as Dyatlov voice shouted above the approaching devils, a voice befitting a man in command, and filled with the desperation of last stand. "They shall go not one step further! Not one step beyond these gates! These are your orders! Not one step beyond our homes! Not one step beyond Moscow!" The first shot fired was Dyatlov's, finding its mark, squarely in the eyes of one of the warmachines' gunners.

With his shot, did his fellow defenders open fire as well. Gunfire and molotovs and grenades, all flew towards their encroaching demise. The Nazis answered in kind, their heavier weaponry chewing into the metal and steel barricade. William wasn't one to not join the fight, leaping from his spot, several of the heavy munitions slamming into his body, rendered useless against his technically undead body. Spear at the ready, he fired a lance of energy through the frontline of armored demons.

The holy power melted through them with ease, opening up the less armored Nazis to the hail of bullets from the Russian Defenders. Dyatlov stood unbothered by the storm of lead flying by him from both directions, firing his pistol at whatever demon he could. William leapt forward, stabbing through another armored Nazi, before launching off of it's corpse, and onto one of the warmachines. His AKs made short work of the demons operating it, leaving nothing but gorey stains by the time he made his way to the next.

More Nazis charged through the tunnel, attempting to overwhelm the defenders with numbers. While some took cover behind the warmachines, others charged headlong into the crossfire, confident in their demonic armor to hold against human ammunition. But they failed to realize that while overconfidence was a slow and insidious killer, William J Blazkowicz was certainly not. Ripping off one of the heavy machine guns they had on their warmachines, he leapt off it raining death upon their ranks with one hand, and righteous fury with the other.

They didn't seem to account for the fact that their weapons might be used against them, as their only answer to him wielding what he could only describe was a demonic 50 cal machine gun at them, was to throw more bodies at him. He wasn't even sure this thing could run out of ammo, as it kept firing despite the lack of an ammo belt for it.

He couldn't test that theory as one of the more nimble Nazi demons managed to cut it in half with a swipe of their sword. They tried to get him next, only to have their helmet dented in by a hard swing with the Spear. Finishing them off with a head crushing stomp, he was soon swarmed by more blade wielding Nazis. Too close for guns, perfect range for a beatdown.

Despite their attempts, they couldn't even scratch him, their blades bouncing off of him. Yet, they weren't as lucky, as whether it was the Russian gunfire, or William's spear, the number of blade wielding Nazis was dwindling. Along with a fair number of their ranged troops. As William slashed and stabbed his way through those who surrounded him, he was struck violently across his jaw, actually managing to send his flying back a fair bit. Despite the shock of the hit, he made to get up again, this time facing the demon that sent him back, clearly different from the others, both in armor and in stance.

As what few remaining close ranged Nazis were gunned down and the Russians' attention was now focused on the different Nazi, William leapt to his feet, and lunged with the Spear, which to his surprise was ignored by the Nazi, simply batting the end of it away as it grabbed at his throat. With William in its grasp, it deflected the stab he tried, knocking the holy weapon away and into the rubble.

"Fucking Nazi bastard!" With a swing of his fist, he connected with the Nazi's face mask, staggering the large demon, along with breaking the mask off. "You guys honestly don't know when to quit do you?"

"Runs in the blood don't it?" He froze when he heard that voice, in all the places, in all the world, of course he would be here. When the one place that that rotten bastard deserved to be, decided to run amok, he would show up.

"What? No love for your Pa? For the man who raised you ungrateful little shit?" Rip Blazkowicz, Husband to Zofia and Father to William, and who was the first person William had ever killed shortly before he joined the US for the Second World War.

"You ain't raise me, Ma did, that's why she's up there." He motioned his head skywards. "And why I get to beat your ass to death again." Lunging at his father, Rip may have had the size advantage but his sheer strength could only slightly harm William, and in no way that he couldn't recover from. Still, as his knuckles cracked against Nazi steel armor, his old man took it all the same, answering back with far more brutal right hooks that would kill a normal man.

"She raised a coward, is what she did. The world woulda been a better place had I finished what I started all those years ago." As another right hook to the jaw dropped William to his back, Rip grabbed his neck and began to lay into him. "Turns out hell ain't that bad a place when ya know the right people. Turns out you got real popular down there during the war. Kept tabs on your little disgusting family. How you ruined our family line!"

Rip's beating continued, despite not being able to truly hurt William. "And your dumbass grandson, once we're done with this I'm gonna track his sorry ass down, and do to him what I never was able to do to you!" As he went to punch William again, a knife dug into his neck as Dyatlov hung to his back, gouging out his throat with the blade.

"Nazi scum deserve no better." Were the words Dyatlov growled into Rip's ear as he dug the blade deeper, only to be knocked off by a stray punch. As he tore the knife from his neck, he let out a pained howl as William's knuckles struck hard against his neck, staggering him back. With a vicious string of right and left hooks, William beat his father farther and farther back. When Rip tried to counter, his fist met William's and shattered under the force. As he recoiled, he tried to swing with his only good arm, only for it to be caught and broken at the elbow.

As he howled again, he was punched again, not by William but by Dyatlov. Despite the pain, Rip redoubled his efforts, demonic form shifting and growing, only to be pushed further back by the concentrated gunfire of the soldiers he tried to kill. Dyatlov's knife found purchase in his eye, as William's fists broke through his chest armor. With each blow from the Nazi Slayer, Rip's body continued to falter and weaken. As Dyatlov dodged off to the side to evade his right swing, William caught it and delivered a backhanded fist to his jaw, shattering it and scattering teeth across the metro.

As he tried once again in vain to swing at William, he was pierced through his chest from behind. Slowly looking down he saw the Spear of Destiny lodged in his chest, turning his head slightly he saw Dyatlov forcing it further and further into him. Giving out a pained gasp, blood spilled from his lips. As he fell to his knees, Dyatlov let go of the hilt and walked over to stand beside William.

"You ain't no better than me boy. You kill, you killed men who had families to go back to during the war. I ain't never killed nobody while I was alive. You've got a lot more blood on your hands, than I do mine." William glared at his father, before rolling his eyes and picking up a discarded and damaged shotgun off the ground.

"You and I ain't even in the same league old man, so fuck off." With not another word, Rip's head was now splattering the metro, Dyatlov's knife flying across and into a wall from the shotgun blast. Looking at the now destroyed shotgun and dropping it, he grabbed the tip of the Spear, and pulled it out of Rip's corpse, before kicking it over.

"Sorry you had to see that, family business ain't exactly clean when it comes to Blazkowicz." Dyatlov only shrugged as he pulled his knife free from the wall.

"Family is rarely a fun issue, but you seem to have sorted out your grievances with him a long time ago." Dyatlov watched as William fiddled with the Spear.

"Yeah, Hadn't really thought of him til now, I fixed that part of my life when I killed him the first time. This time was just cathartic. Now." With a blinding pulse of light from the spear, the corpses that filled the metro now began to slightly smolder, save for his father.

"That should keep any I didn't kill from coming back, and should give us time before they come back to finish what they started, how bout we get a move on and find that fighter before this place is swarming with em?" Dyatlov gave him a nod, before motioning towards the other soldiers, slowly moving the now bullet riddled train car into the open.

"I sure hope you know how to drive one of these things, because I sure as hell don't" William leaned against the wall of the train while Dyatlov took the controls.

"I'm certain I can work it out on the flying, I think it's just." Dyatlov fiddled with the controls for a minute, before sliding a lever forward, which had it start to move. Watching the barricade begin to shrink behind them, the train barreled through the burnt out warmachines, and charged down the metro line.

He wasn't sure what it was that convinced him that Dyatlov had no idea how a metro train worked, either it was the fact he had no idea how to slow down, or the fact that due to the fact they couldn't slow down, they slammed directly into a Demonic Nazi Flesh tank. The crash destroyed the tank, but also derailed the train. Had he not pulled Dyatlov out of the train before it derailed he was fairly certain it would've killed him. Dyatlov was fine given the abruptness of it all.

True to his word Artyom had left the fighter not far from the exit, how the Nazis hadn't found it, he had no idea. Beside it was a weird looking device. As William inspected the fighter, Dyatlov grabbed the device.

"Man, imagine how this woulda fared during the Blitz, those Nazi bastards wouldn't have had a chance!" He turned his head as Dyatlov opened the cockpit.

"It only has room for a pilot, and I'm the only one of us that can fly it." Dyatlov was cut off as William jumped onto the top of it.

"Yeah I know what's coming next. Just try not to do any flips or anything cuz I can't hold on that well." With his Spear at the ready, he waited for Dyatlov to get in, only for Dyatlov to catch him by surprise, tossing him a small walkie talkie.

"Once we get there we will likely get split up. This is so we can keep in contact." With that he hoped in.

"Alright, so I have no idea what we're gonna be doing, ya mind walking me through thi-" William was cut off as the fighter began to take off. Now holding on for dear life, they took to the sky. Now he's jumped from planes before, under heavy AA fire, but clinging to the outside of a more powerful fighter plane was the worst idea he's had yet.

But soon enough he was able to stabilize himself, and either due to the fact he wasn't really alive, or his own Slayer branding, he was able to keep his eyes open against the roaring wind.

"Assuming you are still there! Our plan is to cripple the Colossus, targeting it's main source of power first, to keep it from moving. Then deal with those spearheading this assault. From what we know they are located near the top of the behemoth." He looked out towards the slowly approaching machine. The top likely meant the part that looked the most like a head. Suddenly, there were flashes coming off of it, which had Dyatlov tilt the plane towards the right. He hunkered down as best he could as enormous shells flew by them.

"They have spotted us! And this barely has any munitions. I hope that your aim with that staff can hold up!" William readjusted himself, Spear at the ready.

"First off, it's a Spear, and secondly, yeah, I can handle it just fine." As he said this, several of what he could only guess were the Nazis' own air units flew out of the Colossus, and towards them. Gunfire flew from the hellish aircraft and towards them. Dyatlov's flying under pressure was impressive, weaving around the wall of bullets they were flying into. His grip tightened on the Spear, holy energy charging in the tip before firing out as a burst of power. The first shot went wide, given the fact he wasn't exactly used to firing a holy weapon, while on top of a modern fighter jet, flying directly towards an immense Nazi Warmachine.

Despite missing the first shot, his second hit home, searing clean through the demonic plane, sending it's burning husk falling to the ground below. Dyatlov's flying soon closed the gap between them and The Colossus, with William taking as many of the Nazi aircrafts down as he could. As they neared the Colossus Dyatlov spoke again. "Now, I don't really have a plan for getting aboard beyond simply bailing out and hoping for the best, do you think you can help with that?"

William shook his head, he was really too old for these kinds of things but what was stopping him. "Try not to get whiplash pal." As they flew around the outside of the Colossus, William looked for a good spot for them to jump.

He found the spot, smashing through the window to the cockpit and grabbing Dyatlov by the back of his uniform, before leaping off the fighter. As he dropped Dyatlov to the steel walkway and he tumbled head over heels alongside him, the fighter flew wildly out of control without a pilot, slamming directly into a very unfortunate Nazi aircraft that was beginning to launch.

As he got to his feet, Dyatlov was getting his bearings. "You are certainly no normal American."

"What tipped you off?" He brushed off his pants and checked his guns. "The fact I'm wielding a spear that melted demon Nazis?" Offering Dyatlov his hand, he helped the soldier off the ground. "The fact that bullets bounce off of me? Or the fact I stood on top of a fighter plane, going too fucking fast, towards danger, and not only wasn't bothered by it, but also had the wherewithal to grab you out of it before I bailed?"

"All of the above. But I am in no position to argue against much needed assistance." He held out his hand towards William. He looked between Dyatlov's face and outstretched hand a few times. All he could do was sigh. "I had no time to grab a proper weapon beyond my pistol before we left, I need one of yours."

With a fair amount of reluctance, he handed over one of the AKs Bernadotte had given him. With that, Dyatlov took out his knife and handed it to him. "Here we will split up. I shall deal with the power source, and you will dispatch their leaders."

"Woah woah woah, you wanna split up? Last I checked, I'm the only one that's actually bulletproof here." Dyatlov pushed past him, only to be held back. "It might take a while longer, but we can get the same things done together."

"Every moment we wait, another of my countrymen perishes. I will rig the core to detonate, and you kill the leaders. I am not going to let them kill me." Again William held him back.

"Listen, you don't even know where the damn thing is, you could search this thing top to bottom and not find it, so!" Dyatlov cut him off by pointing at a sign that was hanging behind him. Turning his head, he read what it said.

For some reason that was really beyond him, it was one of those You Are Here signs that they had around some malls. It also had a fully detailed map of the Colossus and a route towards the main core. Before he could object again, a blaring warning siren went off, it seems they weren't hidden anymore. With a disgruntled growl, he turned back to Dyatlov. "Fine, I still don't like this, so I'm gonna go jam this Spear down their bosses' throats and meet up with you, don't go letting yourself get killed while I'm gone."

"Would not dream of it my friend, now go." With that, the two soldiers went their own ways, Dyatlov down towards the core, and William up towards his next targets.

His Spear was a lot more effective against what Nazis came to stop him, but not as fun as gunning them down with his rifle. They certainly had this place covered. Every step of the way forward was marred with more soon-to-be dead men. Unlike his run in with his dear old dad, they weren't a threat of any kind to him, which let him ignore dodging out of their line of sight and just charging headfirst into them. His reckless abandon seemed to scare them, as they couldn't slow him, no matter what they used, bullets, gas, grenades, and flames, all he ignored as he slaughtered his way upwards.

As he finished pounding a Nazi's skull in with the butt of his rifle, he looked up and saw the entrance to where he had to be. He had to thank these dumb bastards, the constant signs pointing him in the right direction where really helpful. He spoke into his walkie talkie. "Dyatlov, I made it to their little command center, how are things on your end?"

Gunfire filled the comms, before Dyatlov spoke up. "I am nearly to the core, they seem to have diverted their attention towards me. But they will not stop me, deal with their leaders. My job will be done."

Before he answered him, he shook his head, muttering to himself. "Fucking russians" He clicked the button to reply. "You handle that, I'll finish up here quick and meet ya soon" Pocketing his walkie talkie, he made his way over to the massive door.

Dyatlov fought his way through the inner workings of the Colossus, for every demon he cut down, another took its place. It didn't matter to him, he had a job to do, the American would deal with those in charge. He needed to shut this monster down, no matter the cost. His uniform was ruined due to the blood that stained it from the demons he felled. By the time he reached the core proper, he was surprised he could walk with how slick the blood had made his boots. He wasted no time, trusting in Artyom's explosives, he placed the relatively small device onto what he truly hoped was the core. It looked important enough to be what he was looking for at least.

Now he only needed to hold out and wait for the American, readying himself as more demonic fiends flooded the area.

Using the Spear to simply carve his way through the door was quick enough. He found himself in the seemingly empty control room for the entire Colossus, taking a moment to look around, he was surprised by just how large the room was. As he made his way over to what looked like the main console for the whole damn show, he heard something chittering from above.

Diving back, he narrowly avoided a needle like tail that likely would have hurt to get stabbed by. Aiming his rifle upwards, he opened fire, yet the shots were deflected by his assailant. It let out a horrible screech as it leapt down and tried to bite his throat out. Held back with one hand, he struck it with his other. Sending the insectoid demon back. As it flipped over the console, it leapt onto the ceiling again, before it's disgusting form shifted again, this time into a more recognizable form.

"Mengele. Course you'd still be kicking around down there. Good to see the outside matches the inside." Mengele let out a horrid hiss at him. "Didn't your mama ever teach you it ain't nice to hiss at guests?"

"You are no guest, Blazkowicz. You are a stain ve shall erase from history!" Again Mengele lunged at him, only for him to keep distance between them with his rifle. While most of his shots were deflected, some weren't, given the telltale blood flying off the so-called 'Angel of Death'.

"Come on! Thought you were supposed to be smarter than this doc? You get put in charge of this hunk of junk and your plan to fight me is to keep jumping at me and hoping it works?" Mengele tried again, only for William to jam a left hook across his mandible, sending him flying into a console.

"Indeed." William was caught off guard as he was grabbed by his waist and flung across the room. Smashing into the window of the room, he looked to see who had flung him.

"Talk about a two for one deal" He groaned as he pried himself free. Wilhelm Strasse, or as he liked to be called 'Deathshead'. Except, while Mengele looked like an entomophobe's worst nightmare. Strasse looked much like those Flesh tanks, his form was far larger, a massive beast of meat and metal, as if he was fused with a mech of some kind. Despite his disgusting form, his face was much the same as when he was alive, like a damn prune. The only difference was it seemed like it was slightly melting into the rest of him.

"How sad, here I thought you would be overjoyed to meet us again." Strasse spoke, it was slightly distorted, like he spoke through a blown out speaker. "In fact your beloved father was more than happy to undertake our procedures prior to today."

"Well hate to burst your bubble, but you're gonna end up just like him, gone for good." William opened fire on Strasse which had Mengele leap to the ceiling again. He wasn't exactly keen on a two on one deal, but he could handle it.

"Unfortunately for you, our deaths will not be so easily achieved." Was all Strasse said before firing a flamethrower at him, whilst also pelting him with shotgun shells from his other arm. "This marvel of Nazi ingenuity and Hell's Powers, is completely invincible against all forms of modern weaponry. Not even their Tsar Bomba could so much as scratch it's paint!" He wasn't ready for William to jump from the flames raining lead upon him, the squelch of bursting meat was hidden behind the sound of metal against metal. Before he could jam his Spear into him, he was tackled away by Mengele.

As he pushed Mengele's jaw away from his jugular he pressed the button on the walkie talkie. "Dyatlov! How's it coming man!"

Dyatlov was dying, this much he was certain of. While he was covered in blood that wasn't his own, he was only human, he could only do so much. As the American's voice came over the walkie talkie, he saw as a Nazi Officer began to approach him. Forcing himself to his feet, he put himself between the device and the officer.

"A truly wonderful effort, but as all things, it must come to an end." The officer taunted. "You are no Slayer, while you may have cut us down, it means nothing, even as I speak, all those you gunned down are reappearing in hell, ready to return and continue our great work. So why don't you drop the gun and die with some dignity?"

He looked down at his rifle, damaged from all the fighting, likely beyond repair. With a grim look he closed his eyes as he tossed it to the ground. When he opened his eyes, they burned with renewed determination. "I may die with dignity, but not by your filthy hands." He raised a smaller device, revealing it to be a detonator. This had the officer back up a bit.

"What, you intend to blow yourself up? Better to die than be killed? No matter what you've done, God hates suicide, so you'll end up burning in hell just like the rest of us." The officer's words had the opposite intended effect.

Dyatlov gave him a blood stained smile, before stepping slightly to the side, revealing the device attached to the main core. "Very good then! It means that you are never going to escape me!" Not a moment later, the Colossus shook.

The entire Colossus shuddered as a blast ruptured and destroyed the primary, and only core it had. Soon the blast cascaded, the fuel in the core reacting, and secondary but equally as powerful explosions shook its frame. Molten metal flew as a gaping hole was punched in the Colossus. The blasts threw Mengele from William, slamming him directly into Strasse, who could barely stay upright, as the Colossus began to shift. Soon after, more explosions racked the superstructure, causing steel beams to punch through the command center.

William charged at the two demonic SS, jumping over a beam and barely avoiding as another punctured through the floor as the entire Colossus began to fall apart. Just as he reached the two SS, the floor gave out entirely, flames rising around them as they fell. Strasse slamming against countless beams and pillars as he fell first. Mengele tried to attack William as he fell, but found himself being used to soften the impact of whatever beams Strasse hadn't gone through already. William's fists began to strike Mengele's face, each blow splattering blood across his knuckles.

"I'm getting sick of you!" Was all he said as he jammed a spare grenade he grabbed into Mengele's mouth. He watched Mengele's freaky eyes widen as he aimed his pistol at the grenade and fired. The force may have knocked him into another beam, but it also reduced Mengele into a splattered mess.

Soon he finally landed on a slightly more sturdy portion of the Colossus' superstructure. Looking over to see Strasse struggling to get up, he got to his feet, and readied his rifle. "You know something Strasse. You and Mengele may be doctors, but you are really fucking stupid!" Strasse took exception to that, and opened fire with some rocket pods on his shoulders.

"Silence Schweinhund! You know nothing!" As flames flew from Deathshead's arm, William fired back with his rifle.

"You thought the best idea to deal with the Russians, was to fucking gas them? Ain't you learn nothing from history class, you know how well that went back at Osowiec for you guys!" William threw another grenade he had at Strasse, the blast knocked the SS Doctor down long enough for him to run up and jam Dyatlov's knife through his eye. His wildly flailing caught William in the gut knocking him away.

"We may have failed at Stalingrad, but we will make them yield, we already dealt with Stalin before we marched. They shall all fall as well!" As he was about to fire more rockets at William, the pods on his shoulders were destroyed by two bursts of burning righteous power.

"There are two things I know about Russians, if you try to kill them, they'll fight back fueled by nothing but spite and enough vodka to kill an elephant. And even if it means they'll die, if it means you die too, they won't feel an ounce of regret." With that, and with efficiency and surprising grace, he dodged beneath one of his punches, stabbing the Spear into his arm, and dragging it across his arm and through his chest.

Sparks flew, and blood sprayed as William carved Deathshead open. Not allowing him to continue to flail, he used the Spear to sever his other arm entirely, before taking his pistol out, and unloading a few rounds into his face.

As the Colossus continued to collapse around him, he walked over to the now dying form of Strasse, who despite his wounds tried to get up, only for a falling I beam to fall and impale through his weakened chest. It was clear Strasse had something to say but William was done with him. Crouching down, and tearing the knife from his eye, before he began to stab his face, repeatedly, and with increasing amounts of force.

By the time he was done, Strasse's face looked like a pulverized pomegranate, nothing but ruined flesh, blood, and skull fragments. He looked down at Dyatlov's knife, unbothered by the collapsing ruins of the Colossus.

"You're a hell of a guy Dyatlov, I'll see you again, even if I have to bring it up to the big man myself."