They want me to... interact with the lower life forms once more? I am not a king. I am not a god. I am something so much more. So why? Why have me interact with INSECTS? A harvest would make more sense. It would be quick and efficient. I do not like it. But it must be done.

One Helluva World

My fragment enters this repugnant place once more. A place called Hell. A place of finality for the inhabitants of this reality. Finality, such a disgusting concept. And a primitive one at that. Looking around I see the so called Demons, Sinners and Hellborn I've long since abandoned, all in various states of violation. All dead, but some suffefed worse than others.

I hear a feminine scream. I manifest at it's location. I spot Exterimnators, a name given by the inhabitants to those Angels who come to hell to cleanse the unclean. I remember their introduction and formation. Not happy about it.

They have stabbed a female Imp and seem to be going for another. I appear in front of them. They seem female, and very shocked. I study them up close, they are black, with glowing white lines and an LED mask and horns. They carry a black spear, the only weapon, of this realm, capable of killing the immortal sinners.

So why go after an Imp? It makes no sense. It dies like any mortal would. A waste of time and resources. I believe these two Exterminators to be rather inefficient.

Their stunned silence is Interupted by a swing to my neck. I see it coming a mile away, but I decide to let it play out.

Unsurprisingly, it does nothing but break against the Divinity that is me. They don't seem to recognize me. Lack of education?

They recoil, the one that struck me from the vibrations and the other from shock. I grow tired of this meaningless encounter. I could kill them, but I do wish to visit this Heaven and do not wish to be attacked from vegeance seeking insects.

Instead, I launch them, far.

Their diminishing forms disappearing behind buildings, my attention is drawn to the dying Impess. Her blood seeping from the hole in her little tuxedo, which I found... oddly endearing to see on a demon.

I reach over to the Impess, and in its delirium, it attempts to swat away a hand that millions before it had tried, and failed to do so. Foolish creature.

I repair its wound, and its tuxedo.

It opens its eyes, now full of clarity, and stares in clear confusion... and a blush?

"T-thank... you?"

Ah. There it is. Gratitude for saving its life.

"How did you?" It asks meekly

"Heal you? Or repel those... angels?" I ask in return, knowing full well it wanted both to be answered.

"Both." It so obviously concludes.

"Because I can and wanted to." I responded.

"Ah. Fair enough, I suppose?" It sighs. "I'm Moxxie, and two things. Why is a human here, and per chance can you help me back to my wife? My phone is busted and the last thing on the phone call that was heard was my scream and the sound of stabbing."

I could teleport it, but I would rather milk its time and see what would happen if I were to stick around such a creature.

"Stick to me. Don't stray."

A/N

Been a while since I wrote a story.

I won't be explaining the MC's backstory until a while later and will only throw tidbits about his existence. Do note that this isn't a story about just Helluva Boss or Hazbin Hotel.

Also the MC calling the Fem!Moxxie, yes genderbent, an "It" is not a grammatical error, but instead showcasing MC's general attitude towards other forms of life, although it may change over time.