So it's been a very long time. I'm sorry for that and the reason why is because my original computer has died and I'm waiting for a new one to come. I'm sorry for that and more updates should come soon in August. The Omake was made by my friend Blaiseingfire
Jaune Arc didn't know what happened. One moment, he was working at his job as a paper pusher for the UAC, then a bright light appeared, and suddenly he found himself in a dark place.
"Hello," a voice called out to him. Jaune turned to see a small booth and a black-haired, yellow-eyed woman. She also had red skin and horns.
"Uh… hi?" Jaune walked up to the booth. "Who are you and where am I?"
"My name is Cinder, and you're at the entrance to Hell," she answered with a smile.
"Thank y- I'm sorry what," Jaune asked quickly.
Cinder cleared her throat and typed a few keys on her computer. "Your name is Jaune Arc, correct? Well, according to this, you were killed in an explosion at work, and you are being sent to Hell for… tax fraud."
"I'm sorry, what?!" Jaune cried. So many thoughts and feelings were going through his mind. "I can't be dead! I have a date with Pyrrha tonight!" It wasn't the first date they had, but it would be the first time he took her to someplace fancy, and expensive. He saved for a month to afford it. "And what do you mean tax fraud?! I never lied about my taxes!"
"Oh whoops, my mistake," Cinder looked at her computer again. "It was federal money laundering."
"What?! I never did anything like that!"
"But you did help manage the UAC's finances, and they were laundering money for a while now."
"But I didn't know they were doing that!"
"Doesn't matter, you still helped."
"But-"
"Look," Cinder started to look annoyed. "You're in Hell now. Nothing will change that. Just look around you and see it's pointless to protest."
Jaune looked around. They were in the bottom of a pit. The top was nowhere to be seen and the walls were as smooth as they could be. "...fuck me."
"No thanks, I'm a lesbian," Cinder then handed Jaune a ticket. "Take this, head down the stairs, and wait in line to enter Hell." Sighing, Jaune took the ticket. "Thank you, enjoy your internal damnation."
Jaune walked down the long spiral staircase and entered a large room that reminded him of the dmv. The line seemed to zigzag for a long while. Every time Jaune entered a new row, another seemed to appear. He lost track of how many times he fell asleep standing up, and he really wasn't liking the creepy guy behind him who was eyeing him and muttering about how he liked scorpions. After what felt like years, Jaune finally made it to the receptionists.
"Welcome to Hell," the receptionist in a way that said she really wanted to be somewhere else. Jaune handed her his ticket and she typed some info in on her computer. "Ok, you're all set, Welcome to Hell. Sorry for making you wait 27 years."
"Wait what? 27 years?! I was in line for that long?!"
"Yep, that's bureaucracy for you. Normally you're supposed to wait a little longer so you can grow demon parts but I honestly don't give a fuck. Now can you move so I can help the next man in line."
Jaune more than happily obliged if only to get away from the creepy guy.
(one week later)
Hell was more or less what Jaune expected: red, fire, screams of suffering souls, deformed people and demons roaming around, screams of demons fighting each other, etc. Jaune grew a small pair of horns and a devil tail. Those took a little bit to get used to. He also got mugged for fun a few times by other demons.
Other than that Hell was… what he expected of Hell, and he was just glad he wasn't hooked up to eternal torture devices or something.
"This sucks," Jaune sighed as he nursed a black eye, "but at least it can't get any worse." He immediately heard gunshots and screams in the distance. "What the..." That was the first time he heard guns in Hell.
It was immediately followed by demons either gathering and sounding battle cries or demons running for their lives.
"Wai- what the- please sto- oof!" Jaune got trampled by demons fleeing and managed to grab on to one and bring him down to him.
"Let go of me fool!" The demon screamed.
"What's going on?" Jaune asked.
"The Slayer's here! We have to run!"
"The who?" Jaune question.
"The Slayer!" The demon paused to look at him. "Are you fucking retarded, how do you not know who The Slayer is?!"
"I've only been here for a week," Jaune and the demon's head snapped back as more gunshots were heard, now accompanied by the sounds of dying demons.
"The Slayer is a beast, a monster from outside of Hell," the demon explained. "It has been scouring Hell and killing all in its path for years. Not even titans were able to stop it-" and then the demon's head exploded.
Jaune screamed and recoiled back. His eyes soon caught sight of the killer. It was a massive person in blood-stained green armor that showed the person's abs and muscles and with blood-stained hair sticking out of the helmet. The helmet concealed its face, but Jaune could feel the contempt and anger irradiating from the thing.
Then The Slayer turned to him.
"Ah!" Jaune got to his feet and started running. Even though he was already dead and in Hell, he had no intention of dying and going to Super Hell or something.
He ducked as some flying demon attacked The Slayer, but it jumped up and latched on to one of them, tearing its eye and stuffing it in its mouth before shooting it dead. It then jumped to the other one and tore its wings off with its bare hands and crushed its head by landing on it.
More demons started pouring from everywhere and rushed The Slayer.
"RIP AND TEAR," The Slayer shouted as it tore an arm off, "RIP AND TEAR", it shattered another's legs, "METAL AND FLESH it shoved the barrel of it's shotgun into a demon's chest cavity pulling the trigger", it caved another's skill in, "I'M YOUR WORST NIGHTMARE", it tore one's spine out, "SLAUGHTER AND MAIM", it stabbed that spine into another's head, "FOR TAKING HIM FROM ME!", it lifted another up and just tore it in half.
Jaune was frozen in fear, somewhat captivated at the brutality of The Slayer's onslaught. It showed no mercy as each and every demon was met with violent and bloody deaths. Eventually, the last demon fell and The Slayer reloaded its double-barreled shotgun. Jaune felt a chill crawl up his spine as The Slayer turned towards him, breathing heavily as it walked towards him.
Jaune's eyes rolled into his head as he fainted. His body figured that if he was going to die, he was going to be asleep so he couldn't experience it.
Jaune woke up later, and was surprised by the very fact that he woke up at all. Wasn't he about to get horribly butchered? He jolted up and looked his body over, and was shocked to see he was completely fine. His eyes soon caught sight of The Slayer, sitting on a rock next to him.
As it stared at him, Jaune couldn't feel the hate irritating from it like earlier.
"Uh….. hi," Jaune waved awkwardly.
The Slayer sat up straight. "Jaune..."
"You know my name?" Jaune asked, confused.
"It's you..." The Slayer said and took its helmet off. "It's... really you."
Jaune's eyes widened. Not just at hearing The Slayer's natural voice not filtered through a voice changer, but at looking at it-... her familiar face.
"Pyrrha?!" Jaune jumped to his feet.
"Jaune," Pyrrha forced a smile to her face. "Hi."
Jaune rushed up to her. His eyes stayed on her face for a long time. She hasn't changed one bit, she looked just as beautiful as the last time he saw her. But then his eyes rolled down. The armor, the muscles, the scars…
"Pyrrha, what are you doing here? Why are you in Hell?"
Pyrrha's expression changed. Her smile dropped. "I… came here… willingly," she said slowly.
"You… came to Hell by choice?" Jaune was flabbergasted. "Why would you do that?"
"Because… they… took you."
"What do you mean they took me? What are you talking about?" Jaune sat down across from her.
"Jaune," she looked into his eyes. "How do… you think you… died?"
"I was killed in an explosion while at work. Terrorist attack I think," Jaune said.
"No," she shook her head. "Jaune, the reason… you died… and I'm here... is because... Hell invaded."
"W-what?" Jaune's eyes widened.
Pyrrha nodded. "Yeah. The UAC..." her eyebrows furrowed at their mention, "were doing… dark sciences. Wanted to use… Hell as an… infinite energy source." Jaune shook his head, he had a hard time believing that. But Pyrrha wasn't a liar. "They experi-... mented right under… where you worked. You were at… the start of it all. The demons broke through… stole all of your souls."
"Oh..." Jaune's hand came to his forehead. This was a lot to take in.
"Hell expanded. I fought them. One day, one powerful demon… fought me. Lost my weapon. It kept..." Pyrrha closed her eyes, "taunting me. Said… he was the one… that killed you. Told me how… he did it… how he… enjoyed it..."
Pyrrha stopped when he felt Jaune wrap his arms around her. She leaned her head against him.
She continued. "I... don't remember it all. One moment… he's laughing at me. The next… I'm holding his… severed head. Then another came… and another... and another..." Her head turned against his chest. "I was... angry… so angry. All I could do… rip… and tear… rip and tear… rip and tear… kill them… kill them all for taking you from me!"
Jaune brought a hand to wipe away a tear running down her cheek before holding her closer. He couldn't comprehend the full extent of what she went through.
"I just kept… doing it until… we pushed them back." The corners of her lips curled up. "We took… the portal. But I… jumped through… and closed it."
"You closed the portal with you here?!" Jaune made sure not to shout, in case there were others nearby and not to startle her. She nodded. "Why did you do that? Could you not close it on the other side?"
"No," she shook her head. "They were keeping it… open here… with a machine. I destroyed it… could have... gotten back. Chose not to."
"Why? Why would you choose to stay in Hell?"
Pyrrha pulled away and looked him in the eyes. "I wanted… to make sure… they couldn't do… it again… make sure… everyone was safe… make sure..." she clenched her fists, "the ones who… killed the… one I loved… paid."
Jaune looked down and offered a soft smile. "(yeah idk what he says cause my brain is mush right now.)" Jaune leaned down and kissed her hair.
Pyrrha held on to him close.
(1 month later)
The demon horde gathered around the largest one, listening to its speech. It spoke about finally killing The Slayer in glorious battle and how it will reign in a new empire and- yadda yadda yadda, Jaune didn't care.
Jaune wasn't there to join in on the fighting, he was there to help make her job easier. Him somewhat being a demon (he hasn't changed beyond the horns and tail, making all demons assume he was still a new arrival), no one questioned him when he snooped around groups of demons, especially gatherings like this. This also meant no one noticed when he placed plasma bombs. Well, they did once Jaune hit the detonator and turned many demons into goo and mush.
Pyrrha then leaped in out of nowhere and started tearing the demons apart. Jaune sat nearby and watched. He did feel a little hungry and wished he had a snack, like popcorn, to eat while Pyrrha did her magic at decimating the evils of Hell.
The big boss man of the crowd showed up, towering over Pyrrha as he brought weapons to bear. If this was three weeks ago, Jaune would have been worried for Pyrrha's safety. He knew better now and smiled as he watched Pyrrha run circles around the Demon and tear it apart bit by bit, finishing it off by throwing her helmet in its eye before cleaving its head in half with its own weapon.
Pyrrha reloaded her guns and Jaune ran up next to her to wipe the blood off her face and hair with a towel.
"Thanks," Pyrrha said.
Jaune responded by kissing her cheek.
The redness that was now on her face was not because of demon blood.
/
Omake
Nicholas Arc was a father who was proud of his children.
He loved and supported his kids however he could.
However, that didn't mean he would pull jokes on them every now and then.
As a dad, he was obligated to either torture his kids with dad jokes, or make them laugh.
Tonight, he was now on a mission.
Nicholas would make the best dad joke to end all dad jokes.
He slowly went up the stairs and tiptoed to the door to his son's room.
He got his scroll out and hit record.
He then slowly opened the door.
He was met with the sight of his son mating pressing his girlfriend
They were going slow to stay quiet and their faces were inches away from each other while they held each other's hand.
It was pretty cute and a sign that they did love each other.
Now to ruin it for the ultimate dad joke.
Nicholas jerked the door so it would creak.
Jaune and Pyrrha paused, faces twisting in a 'oh shit' expression.
Nicholas then smiled and said four words with a shiteating grin.
"Are ya winning son?"
Pyrrha immediately started giggling and tried to cover her face.
Jaune's head hung down as he sighed.
"I sure am dad," he responded.
"Great, I'm proud of you son."
Nicholas then closed the door.
Pyrrha's giggling was audible all the way to the stairs.
Nicholas let a tear fall down his cheek.
He'd done it.
He's done the ultimate dad joke.
No joke he'll do from now on will top this.