"RAAAGGGHHH!"

Red hands gripped a hellhound's tail and flung the poor fella to a pack of the humanoid canines, the bulky red figure went on all fours and proceeded to ram with his curved black and white horns to another pack of hellhounds into black paste. He then pulled the jail bars and started smacking hellhounds after countless hellhounds tried to swarm him, he relented abuse after abuse with the metal poles endlessly batting them into nothing more than mangled corpses.

One of the hellhound staff pulled the telephone from the wall and started barking erratically "Call in security! He's going on a rampage aga- ACK!"

Crack!

A crimson hand seized his throat, compressing his windpipe, before the terrifying figure grabbed the phone and roared, "Bring them over! I demand what passes as fury from your misbegotten kind!"

He then forcibly pulled the base and used the telephone as a makeshift flail to smack some unfortunate imp's skull, said imp being beheaded and splattered next to a scared early adolescent young white hellhound girl.

"Please stop this already!" The young whelp yelped from inside the cell, "The guys were just trying to get my candy stash, it's not that of a big deal!"

"Big deal?! Cowards, all of you! Those mongrels only hurt those who are unable to themselves!" He lashes back at the young girl, "I despise bullies, they are not strong but rather pretenders who love to flaunt their taste of power yet snivel the moment a stronger opponent reveals themselves!"

The figure was undeniably a hellhound; he was red all over, but what set him apart was that he had bovine hooves instead of hind paws and black/white horns those of a male imp on his canine head while the horn shape is akin to a bull; he snarled a nasty set of sharp teeth while his pupils burned yellow like the sun within the black sclera. His gaze never left the door, as he expected more foes to appear behind it at any moment.

"Just stop it already! They will kill you if you don't stop right now you stupid roided idiot!" the pup cried out as water flooded from her eyes.

"I'd like to see them try, they will know true terror once they face my fury!"

Suddenly imps and hellhounds in riot gear came through the entrance, equipped with batons and riot shields, while some were armed with assault weapons. Some pulled out revolver-based grenade launchers, followed by a succession of thumps before projectiles traced green mist behind them as the gas missiles rebounded off the crimson berserker's muscled physique. He was now surrounded by green gas in order to be drugged, while everything else became silent.

From behind the throng, an imp wearing a riot helmet pulled out a megaphone and yelled out, "Your dumbass is outnumbered and outgunned so it'll be smart if you just give up already!"

"Grrrrr!" Only a snarl could be heard from within the green mist that was covering the figure.

"Alright then, we gotta play this the easy way huh? Open fire!"

TATATATATATA!

As the never-ending light display depleted their magazines to nothingness, lead missiles rained down on the gassed corridor.

Chk! Chk! Chk!

"Heh, guess the dumb mutt think he's hot shi-"

SMACK!

A gas grenade to the face smashed through the glass cover of his riot helmet as he uselessly fell on the ground, and the angry monster began rushing on all fours, preparing to drive against the metal wall of demons.

"Oh shit, oh SHIT, OH SHIEET!" One of the hellhound officers in charge of the shield wall looked on in terror as the canine quivered his digitigrade legs and felt a warm moisture on his groin.

"MOOOOO!" Like a raging bull, he crashed with fury as broken corpses, black blood, bent equipment, gory limbs, and chunks flew and splattered as blackness painted the end of the hallway but it did not matter since the berserking beast crashed through the door and left a gaping ruined hole. The only sounds that could be heard were the dripping of blood, distant sirens, and the huffs of the crimson demon standing by his lonesome.

"Loona, be strong and be vicious… because this world only allows the strong to thrive…"

Then a stomp, then a stomp, then another as the massive figure marches ahead, never looking back as he confronts the peril that awaits him. For years to come, the pup will be left to fend on her own.


As a red imp arrived on the rooftop of an apartment complex, she scented the dirty water before peering down the decrepit streets with hobos huddling over barrel fires, graffiti on walls, shattered windows, and boarded doors. In this human metropolis, it looked to be some type of slum region.

"Right then! Now to find me some terrorist…"

She dropped to the fire escape platform and huddled behind a window, peering behind it to see just a geeky human painting miniatures. She took the next level down to see a couple snuggling in dragon pajamas, which she found cute. The third time's charm drew her attention since this one looked to be a man plainly wearing a black hoodie and he was disheveled owing to his fuzzy hair; his eyes were insane just like in the photo. He was now ticking with something resembling a homemade bomb.

"Founds ya…"

She tried tugging up the window which made a slight noise…

"Huh?" The man turned around to find a red-horned midget staring blankly at him, he blinked, she blinked, they both blinked…

Immediately he pulled out an AK and started blasting the window!

TATATATATATA!

"I knew you were coming! I foresee this, what does he want now!?"

As showers of lead flew and broke the glass, Millie crouched behind it, creating an opening for her to leap across once she heard the gun's clicking noises signaling an empty magazine. Once inside, she hurled her tomahawk at his rifle, disarming him. Now powerless in the face of the demon before him, he withdrew to a corner and curled up in a fetal posture.

"Oh god! Oh GOD! The faces! Their skin crawls with changing faces!" His veiny eyes flashed madly as his claws scratched his own face.

"What in tarnation?" Millie studied the terrified guy and felt a little bad as she lowered her spare battle axe, "You alright meester?"

SLAM!

The wooden door was forcibly kicked and swiveled to expose a yellow sheep in a tidy dress armed with a crossbow, her small wings flapping and a halo floating over her fluffy head. As she leveled her blessed weapon at the imp, the Cherub clenched her teeth with wrath.


The White Hellhound entered a large room full of demons excercising, some lifting weights, some jogging on treadmills, others pedaling stationary cycles, and some stretching and performing pushups on mats. She strolled through the gym till she reached the office on the other side and knocked.

"Come in." a gruff voice responded from the other side.

She did so, pushing the door wide to discover someone she had nearly forgotten about, someone she admired. Someone who had an impact on her personality.

"Hiyah…"

"Loona?" The Horned red hellhound looked up from his paperwork to find none other than his only closest ally during those times. He appeared to be wearing a simple white dress shirt with a yellow tie and black slacks on his unguligrade legs. The muscle monster rose from his seat and walked towards her with his hooves clopping on the floor-

SLAP!

Disbelief was across his face, his eye twitched and then snarling…

"YOU BITCH!" He roared to her face.

"Your dumbass deserved that!" Loona barked back but it was weaker compared to his.

"A DECADE OF SEPARATION AND THIS IS OUR REUNIFICATION?!"

"You fucking bet it is muscle brain! Do you know how goddamn lonely it was in that cell?!" Loona barked even harder than last as a bit of moisture leaked beside her eyes, "Do you even know how I was crying thinking that you died!?"

His yellow iris softened then stared down and started scratching the back of his head with obvious guilt to his form, "Fucking… Fuck, I really fucked up huh?"

"Yeah! You did!" Loona asserted as she put her hands on her hips, "So what the hell have you been up to?!"

"After the glorious massacre during my rampage, Satan himself came down to me for a duel. The battle was mighty and fiery!" Khorne clenched his fist and struck above, "After our duel, he had my life in his hands but spared me as he was impressed by my ferocity in combat and to even make him sweat in battle so he adopted me right after."

"Lucky…" Loona huffed and crossed her arms.

"Where have you been, whelp?" Khorne returned the question to her.

"Wow, that name brought some memories." She laughed softly as she rubs her arm, "It's been pretty alright so far."

"Elaborate yourself," Khorne ordered.

"I've been adopted again but this time it's by an imp who owns a business."

"Imp owning a business? How admirable." Khorne hummed.

"They're essentially hitmen and I'm their receptionist and it's pretty neat since I can drink and sleep during the job and they usually don't give a fuck." Loona twirls her hand nonchalantly as she explains.

"You slacking? Hmph!" Khorne huffed smoke through his nostrils, "I expected better from you."

"Oh my gosh! You still haven't changed have you?"

"Never! This is Hell where might makes right!"

"I mean you're not wrong but relax or something, geez…"


"Take this you skank!" The Cherub let loose arrows of light at the imp, and Millie retaliated by ducking and weaving before hiding under a fallen table.

Keenie then flew close to the downed human, "Oh my gosh, are you alright mister Carlson?"

"No, no! Stay back!" The deranged man promptly rose up and pulled the baseball bat from the wall, swinging at the cherub, who dodged each stroke, "You angels are liars! I'm a fool no longer!"

"Please stop and calm down for a second sir!" Keenie pleaded at the madman as he kept swinging wildly at the heaven-born, "I don't even understand what you're trying to say!"

"Each one speaks eight lies for every truth! Ye- yes! That's what I remembered, you sheep-fuck will kill me! I'm not- AAAAGGH!" Millie cleverly sliced off his leg while he was blabbering. He wept and crawled away as his scarlet stump dripped his life flow. "N-No! Please someone help me, they're trying to kill me!"

As Millie was about to execute the mentally deranged terrorist, Keenie went right for the demon and started pummeling the hell-born again and again, exactly like the previous time they were in the opera,

"Why. Won't. You. Leave. Hu-. -mans. Al-. -one. You. Twis-. -ted. Imp. Jerks!" Keenie punctuated every syllable with every fist she cast.

As Millie tried to shield the strikes with her forearm, the ladies did notice the human crawling to the homemade bomb and grinned wildly once his hand grasped the dark device, "F-Fuck, finally I am free!"

Once those words reached the ladies' ears, Keenie came to a halt and glanced back in dread., "Sir, think about the life you have been given! You have so much to live for!"

"Shut up! Shuddup! Shut the fuck up! I don't wanna fucking hear it! I'm tired of hearing their whispers, the lies, the predictions…" He then twisted a knob from the bomb as his crazed eyes glared back at Keenie, "I knew the bastard was bullshitting when he said that you flying sheep would kill me because I'm gonna kill myself first instead! HAHAHAHA!"

"NOOO-"

BOOM!

The ladies were blown through the previously damaged window and fell unceremoniously on the street as blue flames enveloped the room. The two grumbled and groaned as they struggled to find their bearings; they could only hear ringing and saw color collages. The descent stole their breath away as they strained to inhale as much as they could, their eyesight becoming sharper to just blue fire encircling the apartment complex as the only sounds they could hear were the cries of the innocent occupants.

"Wuh? Moxxie? Where are you?" Millie searched awkwardly as her recollections became foggy.

"N-no…" Keenie sobbed as she stood there watching the blazing apartment complex, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry…"

As the blue fire dances across the structure, the screams begin to sound strange, as if they were... Intermixing? The voices blended baritone and soprano, tenor and alto, yet the scream continued-

CRASH!

An amalgamation of bodily horror crashed through the brick wall and jumped to expose a monster of nightmarish form; its body was huge, with insect legs protruding from its back and standing on digitigrade-shaped human feet, and its eyes were a mixture of brown, blue, and green strewn around the body. Its muscular arms were shaped from flesh and bone into a distorted crab claw. A round-shaped mouth in place of the skull, with an extended tongue with sharp teeth extending from the sides.

"By the seven rings…"

"What in God's creation is that?"

"RAORHIHIWFEJFOIWJGOIOHOI!" It roared inharmoniously at them as the voices wailed in anguish and ferocious wrath, then began racing at them while flailing its thick arms frantically!

"EEYAAAAHH!" Keenie could only scream.

The Mutant crashed into a bunch of terrified hobos and then started ripping and smashing them into red gore as it busied itself in the carnage. Meanwhile, Keenie opened her eyes to find that she was on the ground as Millie was on her, the fallen angel realizing that.. that… that a demon saved her?

"Wake yer trap up and pull that crossbow becuz we 'boutta have ourselves a good ol' rodeo! Yeeeeeehaw!" Millie shouted as she firmly grasped her double-headed axe, then dashed up a lamppost and climbed on top before leaping on the beast and forcing the weapon into its back.

Shank, shank, shank!

Millie then repeatedly stabbed the beast with her dagger as it flailed around in pain, only smacking fire barrels and denting automobiles. It then attempted to crush its own back against the wall, but the imp quickly leaped away.

"Help me! Help us! What have you done?!"

The screams of the damned never stopped, Keenie shed tears as she trembled with her crossbow in her hands, "Please, I never meant to!"

"Failure! Sinner! Killer!"

"You're lying, you're fucking lying to me!" Keenie cried out much to Millie's confusion before the imp was flung onto a lightpost.

"Ow! Why is everyone going coocooz lately? You going crazy there co-cottons?" Millie painfully asked as her body was blacked with demonic blood.

Keenie looked incredulous at the imp as if she didn't hear their pleas, "Can't you hear them crying out?! They're blaming me!"

"Relax for a sec! Whatever this thing is, it's messing with your mind so starting shootin' that crossbow!" The Imp screamed out.

The Mutated monster and its elongated tongue glared back with its dozen eyes at them, it then started charging with its full weight barreling towards them. Keenie watched as her trembling weapon on her hands slowly found its target, she shut her eyes as she sporadically let loose blessed bolts at the beast.

"RAAAAAGGGGHHH!"

Bolts of light inflicted painful wounds after wounds till it eventually faltered and fell on the pavement. The only thing making noises now were the two of them and their breathing. After the battle, the blue flames from the apartment complex remained.

"Oh. My. God. I committed murder. Actual murder." Her pupils tightened, Keenie held her breath as her mouth left agape, "W-Why do I feel joy?"

"That's the taste of victory, gurl!" Millie said beside her as the imp put her arm over the distraught cherub.

"No, no, no! I can't be you! What have I done?!" The sheep gripped the wool on her head tightly and pulled down as she panicked.

"Welp, That's your problem to deal with soooo… Bye bye!" Millie waved goodbye before a portal opened behind her which she hopped through.

"You can't leave me here you fucking skaaaaaank!" Keenie flew towards the portal but unfortunately, it shut just before she reached it, she tried looking around at the carnage before darting wildly to fly somewhere else.


"Woohoo!"

Millie cheered as her ass planted on the floor, she then scan around to find herself in a gymnasium of some kind with demons doing workouts. She then laid upon a familiar white hellhound running on a treadmill then the canine stared back at her.

"Sup, you in for a workout or too tired?"

"Nah, Imma rest just for a bit, Loona." Millie brushed Loona off before finding sit on one of the benches.

As she sat, a red hellhound-imp hybrid of muscular physique and tall height walked towards her and gave her what appeared to be a bottle of energy drink.

"You seem exhausted here." the muscular demon handed her the bottle.

She then snatched the bottle from his hand and drank the contents, "Yer a kind sir, whatcher' name?"

"Khorne, Loona's old cellmate from the pound." He gruffly responded.

"Really!? This is too much with the whole huntin' a terrorist to fightin' a flesh monster then meeting Loona's old friend in one day just seems crazy!" Millie giggled at what transpired for her day to which Khorne just simply shrugged, "Say... were you the one drilling my husband?"