God damn, the reception to this story is much more positive than I expected-

Er… previous chapter has been edited quite a bit. So there's that.

His arrival to Pentagram City was a rather simple one, and as he walked into the city itself, Mikazuki was taken aback by just how… normal everything looked.

Well, it looked a lot more normal than what one would expect of Hell, at least. Mikazuki wasn't exactly familiar with the more stereotypical depictions of it, but he was aware that most depictions showed Hell as more of a desolate wasteland with flames and the like. There were flames here and there, sure… but they didn't overwhelm the former pilot all that much.

On the contrary, really. Mikazuki had only nearly been burnt to a sing three times since he had arrived here just an hour prior, which was better than the expected being burnt to a crisp immediately that he had been expecting this whole time, but whatever the case, Mika didn't dwell too much on the matter for now as he waltzed through the streets of Pentagram City whilst surveying the area around him with intrigue.

The city itself was surprisingly modern, or at least it was, depending on which part of the pentagram you were in. Mikazuki had entered the capital of the Pride Ring via one of its poorer districts, one that was overrun with lesser Demons that kept their distance from him, though even from where he stood, the former pilot could see various high tech, high rise buildings in the distance, and off at the far north of the city, he could see a massive mansion, no doubt belonging to someone in power.

As he looked at some of those distant buildings, however, Mikazuki's gaze suddenly distorted briefly before zooming in on what he was looking at, something that had caught him off guard at first, though he quickly dismissed it as his vision zoomed in and focused on a few buildings around him; one of the two was known as VoxTek, a building located far west of the pentagram, and the mansion located far north was known as…

'The Happy Hotel…?'

… yeah, that was a weird name for a mansion in Hell, but whatever the case, Mikazuki's vision returned to normal in no time, with the former pilot bringing a sharpened digit up and tapping it against his optics all the while. Strange… Mika had initially thought these new 'features' of his body were odd, but even so, he reckoned that they weren't all that out of place; he was a machine now, after all, so this was probably the least surprising thing he could do.

Part of him did wonder what else he was capable of, though he kept that thought to himself as he continued along the City streets, with him occasionally pausing to have a look around all the while.

Whilst walking, Mikazuki did walk by several other individuals, most of whom didn't even look all that humanoid to begin with; Mika was quick to deduce that, like him, these individuals were Demons, or… uh, Sinners, whatever that meant. The appearances of these other Demons did surprise him at first, but to be honest, after seeing the third lizardman Demon in a row, the shock factor of all this did eventually start to wane on him. And besides, he was a robot now; there wasn't much more that could really shock him, now was there?

That aside, after a good few minutes of mindless walking as he slowly got accustomed to his new surroundings, Mikazuki paused as he stopped in front of a television shop that had a broadcast of the local news network on show. Joining the small crowd of Sinners in observing what was on screen, Mika tilted his head curiously when a broadcast from Channel 666, featuring a pair of Demons, some twat named Katie Killjoy and her wanker partner Tom Trench, began speaking bombastically about the situation in Hell, or rather just in Pentagram City.

Absentmindedly, Mikazuki listened, with him not really giving a toss about the specifics for now as he did so. Offhandedly, he picked up on several terms, such as Sinners, something that confused him even now, Exterminations, things that apparently happened yearly, and how cannibalism was apparently the norm.

He probably should've been disgusted, but honestly, he wasn't. This was Hell, after all.

There was also some talk about the Princess of Hell, whatsherface, opening up some sorta Hotel to rehabilitate Sinners? Mikazuki wasn't sure what to think of that, but in any case, he left that region without much issue and continued walking deeper into Pentagram City thereafter.

As he trudged on, however, his limbs began to feel a lot heavier than they probably should've, with Mikazuki slowly but surely finding himself growing somewhat fatigued as the seconds ticked by. His vision began to glitch a fair bit as well, with his blue optics flickering from time to time as he felt some fatigue build up within his new body. This in itself wasn't unexpected, seeing as how he had been walking for quite some time; it took him a while to travel from Damnation Peak to Pentagram City, after all, and although he wasn't sure how to tell time when down here in Hell, Mika was confident in saying that at least half a day's worth of time had passed since he first got here.

Whatever the case, Mikazuki continued on for a little while, with him keeping an eye out for any potential areas to bunker down in for some time. He didn't have many options, though then again… it wasn't as though he ever did when it came to having a good spot to lay under, though before long, he found a decent enough spot.

A large garbage bin in a dirty alleyway wasn't the best of places, but it was good enough as a roof over his head, and with a sigh, he leapt into it and shut its lid over his head, keeping him… mostly safe from the elements all the while.

Hunkering down in the trash, where he belonged he reckoned, Mikazuki felt his mechanical body relax a tiny bit as he exhaled softly and got himself as comfortable as he could get in this abhorrent resting spot. It wasn't all that easy, especially considering the smell, but even so, he'd survived worse.

Slowly but surely, his body began to shut down, something Mikazuki had taken notice of after he felt himself losing all sensation in his legs. They were, for all intents and purposes, deactivated, and as he acknowledged this, Mika huffed softly as he leaned his head back against the inside of the garbage bin and allowed his body to deactivate fully.

Slowly but surely, all motion ceased as Mikazuki's body entered its rest mode, with the last thing to be deactivated being his optics, which flickered a little as his fake eyelids fell over them, though as this happened, the former pilot felt his mind wandering a tiny bit as he thought back to how he had gotten into Hell in the first place.

His last stand against Gjallarhorn… being bombarded by weapons that they themselves classified as illegal… succumbing to blood loss following a brutal final stand against those that strove to end him and his comrades… the memory of it all had made Mikazuki's perpetual frown deepen a tiny bit as his optics flickered into darkness, though amidst all that, he did have but a singular, hopeful thought that briefly flashed through his mind…

'... I hope everyone made it out alright…'

… and with that, he fell fully unconscious, with his mechanical body recharging itself all the while.

Mikazuki had reawoken hours later, with his optics buzzing to life as they regained their blue hue, and not a moment later, he felt a nearby explosion rock the garbage bin he was residing in.

Hastily, he punched the top off, sending it flying skywards, before he poked his head out of the bin with a frown. He didn't feel too tired after having been so rudely awoken, but even so, he would've rathered himself remain asleep for a few more hours, but whatever the case, Mikazuki was quick to notice how a handful of Demons seemed to be fighting amongst themselves on the streets.

Peering out briefly, Mikazuki had to lean back almost immediately when a rocket soared past him, coming close enough to brush against his 'hair', and as it did so, he peered around the corner and saw another TV shop, conveniently located close to the alleyway he had been bunkering down in, and somewhat amusingly, it showed Channel 666 News once more, featuring… whatsherface? Kally Killer and Thompson Trebuchet? Mikazuki didn't remember their names, though he did listen in to their broadcast whilst avoiding the occasional bullet.

Apparently… he had been awoken by a turf war between two random ass factions, and by all means, Mikazuki really didn't wish to get involved, especially seeing as how this did not involve him in the slightest, so with a sigh, he slithered on out of there with a few measured steps, and thereafter, he went along his way.

Technically speaking, he was naked. Mikazuki knew this as, although he didn't feel naked, he technically was.

The exposed inner frame of his body remained exposed for all to see, though honestly, there wasn't much to see in the first place. Unlike most of the other Demons present, Mikazuki's body was bare; the metal of a Gundam's inner frame was not much to look at after all, but even so, several observant fellows did eye the former pilot with some intrigue as he passed them by.

(Unbeknownst to him, to lack clothes was oftimes a sign of weakness, so to speak. Sinners always arrived in Hell without clothes, after all, and by all accounts, this made Mikazuki a prime target for opportunistic Demons…)

He cared little for their stares, however, and before long, he ended up wandering off into a sort of library that… well, he wouldn't call it inviting, but it didn't look uninviting either, and with a soft sigh, he entered it with the intent of learning a thing or two from what could be within all the while.

His reading skills weren't exactly the best, but even so… he was good enough that he would know how to read from a simple book that described the basic outline of things… hopefully.

There were a variety of Demons inside the library, though thankfully enough, it wasn't quite crowded, which was a relief, seeing as how it was a single story building. Ignoring the few stares that were directed towards him as he trudged on through the dilapidated building, Mika passed by the Demon at the counter, some headless Demon with a multitude of tendrils with eyes on their tips that barely even acknowledged his presence as he entered, and headed deeper into the building.

Mikazuki took a moment to pick his book, one that described the fundamental basics on Demonology and how things worked down here in Hell, before moving to a secluded spot to read it. Opening the book with his sharpened digits, Mika's eyes scanned through the pages with a mostly bored expression, and even if the pages had been vandalized, ripped out or even partially burnt in some cases, the former pilot was able to deduce the basics as he read through it swiftly.

Apparently… he was a Sinner, which was a class of Demon that ranked at the lower echelon of Hell's hierarchy. Sinners were souls from the mortal plane that were deemed to be too vile for Heaven, so they were cast down to Hell as punishment, which was understandable; he was aware of how much of a twat he was anyways, so he reckoned he deserved this.

He hoped that no one else that he knew (and liked) was down here with him, though!

That aside, Mikazuki continued reading through the book, with him getting in the basics of Hell's hierarchy and how things worked all the while. He grew somewhat familiar with how Hell came to be in the first place, and likewise, he grew accustomed to the hierarchy of the damned realm as well; at his level, Mika was only able to feasibly combat Succubi, Hellhounds and Imps without being overwhelmed. Sinners would likely be more of an issue to him, though as for Overlords and the upper echelon of Hellborns… yeah he'd rather not try his luck against them, really.

Oh right… and Lucifer Morningstar… er… let's just say that even someone as dense as Mikazuki knew better than to even consider challenging that guy and move on from there.

Exterminations were another thing he focused in on; apparently Hell, or at least in the Pride Ring itself, where Sinners were all confined to, was suffering from an overpopulation issue, and Heaven, being the ever helpful people that they were, would send down specialized Angels, dubbed Exteriminators or Executors or Exorcists or whatever the fuck to kill as many Demons as they could within a twenty four hour timeframe.

From what he could gather, Sinners were technically immortal when down here in Hell, with most damage they receive being able to regenerate over time (didn't mean it wouldn't hurt, though), and these Exterminators were the only ones capable of bringing them to their ultimate demise via the use of some Angelic Weapons. Mikazuki made a mental note to find some of those if he could, and furthermore… he made sure to remember when the next Extermination would occur.

He died in April… so that gave him about eight months to prepare for the Extermination itself. He'd have to be ready as, in truth, he'd rather not die a second time so soon.

Flipping through the book, Mikazuki made an attempt to find out if there was a way to kill these Exterminators, though all the pages had been torn out, much to his annoyance. He himself would have tried to learn more, though in that one instance, the library shook violently as a nearby explosion rocked it to its core, and moments later…

Smash!

Tink tink tink…

… Mikazuki's optics grew small as he saw a fucking grenade being thrown into the library, and after opening his mouth and letting out a low ah sound, it exploded, with the blast sending some shrapnel his way whilst also staggering him backwards a few feet. The flimsy library collapsed down as well, burying him under the rubble, though thankfully enough, the former pilot was able to make it out of there mostly unscathed outside of a few scratches and dents on his chassis.

That was probably something he'd have to get used to eventually. Down here in Hell, Mikazuki wasn't as flimsy as he was when he was still alive; he could definitely afford to take some heavy hits here and there, especially when that grenade explosion, plus the collapsing roof, would've killed him instantly.

That aside, after punching his way out of the fallen library, Mikazuki peered out of the hole he had punched and saw that, apparently, the turf war he had initially escaped from had somehow found its way over here. That in itself annoyed him, to say the least, though he thought little of this as he pulled himself out of the wreckage and got ready to leave.

He wasn't a part of this, he supposed, so he may as well-

'... !'

Before he could leave the area fully, however, Mikazuki's mechanically enhanced senses kicked into high gear, and in an instant, he spun around and held his arm up, just in time to catch a machete kick aimed at his head via a Demon, no doubt one that was involved in this turf war. Said Demon looked to be some sort of lizard, with a full Velociraptor head and slitted irises, and turning towards the leg he had caught, Mika narrowed his optics when he saw that he had just barely managed to defend himself from being impaled through the skull via the other Demon's hooked toe claw.

'Oh, right. The small dinosaur things had those,' thought Mikazuki absentmindedly, with him recalling a picture book he read once. Good memories… though said memories were quickly cut short when the Velociraptor Demon attempted to kick at Mika with his other leg, a strike that he evaded with minimal issue, though he released the leg he had caught initially in order to do so, and when the reptilian Demon lunged forwards to take a bite at him, the former pilot responded by raising his arm up to block the attempt.

What happened next was instant regret as, the moment the Velociraptor Demon's jaws clamped down upon his arm, they shattered as his teeth broke against the cool metal surface. Mikazuki himself appeared very much amused by this, especially as he watched the Demon howl in pain and stagger backwards in shock, and moments later, right as he had begun to recover, Mika stepped forth and struck him with a powerful haymaker, one that not only knocked him out cold in an instant, but it had also slammed his head straight into the ground, creating a quarter-metre deep hole in the shape of a Velociraptor's skull all the while.

'... damn,' thought Mikazuki, with him surprising even himself with his own strength as he saw what he had done… though… he wasn't the only one to see this as the Velociraptor Demon's side of the turf war had taken stock of it as well, and after misinterpreting the situation with confusion in their eyes, they all roared at Mika and charged at him, having deemed him to be a threat all the while.

And in the meanwhile, a news chopper broadcasted this to most of Hell from above, with Mikazuki sighing in annoyance to himself all the while.

'Why me…'

Fun fact: I was very on the fence about actually bringing this story back from the grave at first, but after listening to Charlie and Lucifer's song, More Than Anything, and especially the reprisal between Charlie and Vaggie, I caved and realized that I had to write this.

So yeah. Shout-out to Lucifer, Charlie and Vaggie for adding onto my workload.