"That halo… is that an angel? It looks different from the exterminators." Many of the gym goers looked onward at the toddler-looking angel who was mortified to where he was, the diverse sinners started gathering away from the two imps arguing at the gym owner and instead, gaze at the small bundle of light on the floor.
"Stay back! I have a—" Cletus yelled but he felt his hand lack something solid so glanced down to realize that he no longer had his blessed crossbow, the one he foolishly dropped back on earth.
"No, wait! Please! It was an accident, I'm not supposed to be here!" The Cherub cried out as tears leaked down his rosy cheeks and stumbled across the floor.
More demons started surrounding the babe, species such as sinners, imps, hellhounds, and some succubus had a predatory gaze at the defenseless angel who was in a vulnerable fetal position and bawling his eyes out.
"Please, don't hurt me…" He sniffled in this hopeless situation, "I just want to save people… Lord save me please…"
Their clawed hands were about to tear the angel apart as their sharp teeth dripped with saliva as they were about to savor this weak little thing—
SMASH!
A hulking figure in professional business attire stood over the crying angel, his bulging muscles appearing to be growing and stretching the white shirt's fabric as his teeth formed into a nasty snarl growl and his nose blew out smoke, his orange eyes glowed bright yellow with fury. His red fists clenched with hatred towards his gym-goers, these disgusting and cowardly lots preying on the defenseless.
"You dare? In my domain?" His voice graveled with threat.
"I don't give a shit!" A sinner in the form of a tiger roared out, "Those angels need to pay back for killing our kind!"
"Sounds like a 'you' problem to me, you had a chance to live a good life yet here you are." Khorne growled as he towered over the feline sinner, "This angel is nothing to those spear-chucking chickens that you fear."
"So. Back. Off."
The Tiger sinner seems to not get the memo and instead growls back then bearing his sharp claws, "Oh yeah? What would some hellhound-imp hybrid gonn— ACK!"
Without warning, his lower jaw went missing and only red liquid splashed on his pecks. He gurgled and looked down in gruesome disbelief before realizing palms held his collarbone and head subsequently his jawless head was ripped off!
"WAAAGH!" Khorne held the head and spine of the tiger sinner, the demons gawking at the brutal sudden display which prompted them in a bloodied frenzy to avenge their (temporarily) dead sinner.
Many tried to hound the red monster but he was ready for their pathetic gang up by holding an empty weight bar and swatted a swat of the demons back, Khorne then took one of the weights with his other palm and jammed the weight between a hellhound's jaw and breaking her mouth. Khorne then stomped his hoof on some imp into a red paste which was trying to sneak underneath him to get to the cherub. Khorne threw the bar like a javelin and pierced three demons, next the berserker threw the weight plate akin to a frisbee to decapitate four demons.
"SKULLS! MORE SKULLS FOR MINE TO TAKE!"
Cletus watched in horror yet admiration at the raging monster above him, a demon trying to protect an angel. Preposterous would have said back then but witnessing it up close? It was so surreal as black blood splashed across the carnage as a dark drop painted on his rosy cheek. He tried to crawl away for safety but some vulture sinner unfortunately swooped him.
"Stop it or I'm gonna kill this little shit!" The Vulture demon had a knife slightly cutting the cherub's rosy cheek much to the terrified Cletus.
Khorne's white business shirt was soaking crimson dark due to the bloodbath he had bathed in, the hill of corpses he stood over was tantamount to his skill in combat. His blazing eyes glared hatefully at the scummy move pulled by this pathetic sinner, Khorne crushed the head of an incubi with his fist angrily before tossing away the corpse.
"That's right! Don't come closer or slit this kid's throat!" The vulture confidently declares his ultimatum.
But what the sinner did not know was that a pink hand ripped his throat out! Making him hold his own elongated and gurgle in agony. Pink arms gracefully held the tiny cherub right after, Cletus was shocked to watch the sinner squirming on the ground as the red liquid kept pouring out.
"Are you okay, baby boy?~"
The arms that held him felt gentle and when Cletus looked up he only found the most angelic woman he had ever encountered. Her smell was like lavender, and soft unlike the strong smells of perfume, unlike those of the succubus disguised as humans he encounters on earth— Succubus!?
His eyes widened in a panic and leaped off from the predatory black widow holding him but his face comically squished between two jugs of a different succubus, this time by some demon eerily similar to the popular popstar from Earth.
"What's a lil' angel doing in a place like this?" Verosika smiled down at the small angel between her bosom.
"GET AWAY FROM ME!" Cletus had a muffled scream between her melons.
His minuscule hands frantically pressed and squeezed away from her breasts, causing Verosika to moan. Cletus fell on his buttocks, only to look up to see two succubus looking down at him with hunger and immoral yearning for such a small child. Alarm bells rang in his thoughts, indicating that these girls were plotting something indecent, and they were—
"PEDO ALERT! I NEED AN ADULT!"
"We're adults silly~" Slaanesh purred and leaned down.
The looming demon made the angel scoot on his butt in distress even further, "WRONG ADULT, HELP MEE!"
"Holy shit Moxxie! Look at 'im go to town on them!" Millie expressed joyfully as she jumped and down giddily, pointing at the red imp-hellhound hybrid wreak carnage in a mountainous scale of corpses.
"Yeah, I can… see that…" To say Moxxie was intimidated is an understatement. Seeing the gym owner slash and tear those demons in massive amounts was both stunning and terrifying. A gun would not have stopped this monster from tearing him a new one; to think this was the demon he was disputing with, much alone this "Khorne" person proving to be such a terrific murderer that not even a machine gun could compete.
"Christ on a stick, you two actually finished your jobs before I did?!" Blitzø exclaimed behind the couple, he looked a bit sandy so Blitz dusted himself off with his employees now facing their head honcho.
"Hah! Well, well, well, ain't this a pleasant surprise! We both beat our boss!" Millie elbows at her husband.
"That means… I'm faster at killing than you, sir~?" Moxxie gushed with child-like joy at the prospect.
"Don't get your panties in a twist, Mox…" Blitzø grumbled but his frown warmly turned upside down, "I guess you are faster than me at finishing just like in bed."
"Wha— Hey!" Moxxie exclaimed from the low jab.
But his love massaged his shoulders to soothe him in time, "Relax Moxxie, you hold long enough to satisfy me."
"Geez, you think this guy has been killing guys for the last like what? One or two minutes straight?" Blitzø commented at the gym owner sticking a head on a barbell bar before beating his chest like a gorilla.
Returning to the mayhem, Khorne grabbed the ears of a rabbit sinner and began thrashing the wretched devil like a nunchuck while swatting many demons. The Rabbit was wailing in her maimed state before being hurled like a sling to some fox sinner into a bloodied pulp. He pounced at a Baphomet and savagely took off its horn before stabbing the goat in the chin with it's own keratin trumpet.
"ANYONE ELSE?! ANYONE BRAVE OR FOOLISH ENOUGH TO DIE!?"
"WRONG ADULT, HELP MEE!"
Khorne immediately twisted his raging visage at the source which turned into utter disgust at the depravity of watching the two succubus attempting to violate such a pure being. It riled him to see the feeble angel being toyed with such detested desires, so he responded by taking one of the mutilated sinners and flung the body at the succubi.
The two dived away at breakneck speed, with Slaanesh holding Cherub under her armpits; the shrieking sinner broke against the glass doors and collided with a car on the other side of the road before burning in flames and exploding.
BOOM!
Slaanesh grinned at the slab of beef she was admiring, the muscle-bound demon huffing smoke from his nostrils with wrath. The Succubus gently put down the cherub as she strutted akin to a catwalk model towards the rampaging beast. Khorne ripped his blood-soaked shirt to reveal his red body painted with multiple white slashes, stabs, gunshots, and other pale spots; His torso was utterly full of scars.
But a scar on his right shoulder was unique and written in Norse font with probably a dagger; "BORN 2 SPILL"
His left shoulder's scar was his stylized skull rune.
"Darling~ Here I thought we could have a nice exercise to relieve stress but fucking this kid would be way better.~"
"Fucking succubi, always thinking between their thighs and not between their shoulders. That's why I always get to claim your brainless skulls so easily."
"Why do you care about some dumb glowing onahole? Hmm? Planning to fuck him too by laying your dominance?~" Slaanesh's grin laced with depravity.
"Demented cocksuckers! It's a simple demand," He punched his palm before cracking his fist, "Leave. The. Child. Alone."
"Ooh~ How chivalrous~ I can't wait to chew on your meat!"
At blinding speeds, Slaanesh encircles him in a cyclone of blades and claws from protruding her back, hidden by her butterfly wings as she slashes across his body which cause Khorne to groan in agony at the unbelievable pain he was feeling for the first time. It made him berserk and started swinging his fist wilding the purple-pink blur around him, this gave Slaanesh the opening to start slicing his broad arms.
Verosika watched her colleague dance gracefully around the muscle demon with amazing speeds as Slaanesh swerved around the battle while the raging demon sluggishly swatted at the blurs as he struggled to lift his muscles from every cut he received, adding more to his already scarred body.
"So… huh."
A female hellhound sat on a bench next to the pop star, drinking an energy drink. The white hellhound looked up at Verosika, widening her eyes and gulping uncomfortably.
"W-Woah, Verosika Mayday!?" The Hellhound stammered out, "Sorry it's just that I didn't expect you to be here."
"Relax kid, hey… aren't you Blitz's hellhound?"
"Yeah, sorry about my boss and all."
"Kid, Tex says you're cool then you are cool." Verosika brought out her drink in the form of a Beelzejuice flask and took a swig. "I'm not immature like your boss."
"If it isn't too intruding, why are you here?"
"Well, first is that I need to maintain my good looks," Verosika winked at Loona before returning her attention to the fight between the goliath and the dancer. "Second is that to make my partner take her mind off by exercising but I guess she found her stress reliever even if it wasn't what I had in mind."
"AH! FUCKING BITCH!" Khorne from the distance, shouted as he mistakenly bashed a support pillar.
"Aww~ can't handle papercuts? Poor babyyy~" Slaanesh purred as she mockingly cackled at the crimson beast and tricked him into punching another pillar.
Loona saw her family rushing to her position, Moxxie and Millie screaming, while her father resembled a rabid chihuahua if he had been born as a hellhound rather than an imp.
"Loona, we need to get out of here before the place goe—" Moxxie yelled in a panic.
"Get away from her you slut!" Blitzø yelled even louder than his subordinate as he stood between his daughter and his ex.
"Blitzo at it again, ruining others' shit." Verosika gazed down with scorn at her ex-imp.
"Still can't get over your bank account?" Blitzø goaded
"The fuck you think?" Verosika barked back.
Then Loona stepped in to split the two exes, "Alright! I'm not having another demon duel because of you two."
"Hmph!" Blitzø looked away with indignation.
SMASH!
Their trivial conflict was interrupted when another pillar was demolished by the Blood spiller's mighty shoulder while attempting to ram the quick seducer; frustrated, he roared even louder.
"Damn, never seen someone outplay Khorne like that…" Loona muttered in astonishment at the battle.
"You know him?" Verosika inquired with arched eyebrows, indicating modest interest.
"Yeah, who's the ugly guy anyway?" Blitzø scoffed at the fight.
"We used to be cellmates. He protects lil' ole me from bullies and that usually gets him into trouble, he's not an idiot or anything but he just goes ballistic if he is pissed," Loona reminisce in her calm voice,
"Loonie, why am I hearing this guy just about now?" Blitzø narrowed his eyes, "Why is it always with buff hellhounds? You got a type?"
"Geez da— Blitz! He's more like a brother to me."
"Make sure you keep that way, sweetie," Millie the country girl that she is added in, "I don't want you be havin' a hurr-durr! baby."
"Wha—? We're not even related?!" Loona incredulously reared in disgust.
"Why the fuck are we having this conversation?! THIS PLACE IS FALLING APART!" Moxxie shrieked as rubble plummeted from above, smacking onto some poor sinner demon.
"Ah, shit fuckin' ruuun!" Blitzo screamed out as the group bolted for the doors.
"WEEEGH! WEEEGHH!" Cletus could only bawl his eyes out while in a fetal position; everything is in disarray, he has no idea what to do, and the structure is collapsing, making his condition bleak.
Slaanesh was filled with sadistic glee after deceiving this hefty lug into destroying the gym, but the utter anguish she heard from the wailing stopped her in her tracks, and her gaze focused on the sobbing cherub on the floor.
"Baby boy?! Mommy is here!" Slaanesh called out as she sprinted and hugged Cletus to carry him to safety.
"NO, YOU DON'T!" Khorne roared out and blitzed in her direction.
A small piece of rubble fell on her hoofed ankle, and while it did not shatter, it damaged her leg, causing her to limp and fall on the floor while hugging the cherub. This should have been their doom, but Khorne came in a clutch, literally grabbing both on his shoulders and smashing through the glass to escape the crumbling gym. Khorne panted and breathed out his exhaustion from the battle he had to endure before throwing out the purple skank on the concrete street while still holding on to the cherub.
"Ow!~" Slaanesh moaned masochistically from the harsh landing all the while giggling, "You roughed me up, Daddy ~"
"Rrr!" Khorne growled back at Slaanesh before turning his head at the cherub between his gorilla-strong palms, "HOW DID YOU EVEN END UP HERE?!"
"PLEASE DON'T HURT ME!" Cletus pleaded with his palms in prayer position.
"Look what we have here, I guess this privileged cloud head got himself quite in a pickle." Blitzo gloated due to finding amusement at the cherub's misfortune.
"You-You! It's your fault I'm here!" Cletus pointed accusingly at the imp while still having Cherub's head gripped by the mass murderer.
"Shit luck huh?" Blitzø chuckled at the angel's situation.
"This isn't funny!" Cletus barked back but switched into a pleading tone to face his captor holding him, "Please let me go, big sir, I'm not here to cause trouble and just need to reach the embassy."
Cletus pointed with his toddler arms at the white and golden tower in the middle of Pentagram City; the Heaven Embassy which had an hourglass, well… more akin to a yearglass since it was a countdown to the next extermination day.
"By yourself?" The hellhound-imp demon calmed his tone now and looked at the tiny angel in disbelief, "You're dinner to the denizens of hell if you go by yourself alone."
"He's right, let me come take care of you in this escort mission~" Slaanesh leaned forward and purred at the angel but Cletus was lifted away from the succubus and instead Khorne was the one face to face with her, "Ugh, such killjoy."
"You're better off with me, I'll take responsibility to bring you in one piece at the embassy." Khorne grumbled as he set the cherub on his head with Cletus holding on to his horns, "Hold firm and tight since other demons would want to hurt you, especially the sinners."
"What do you mean?" Cletus questions from above.
"Once we get to your destination, let us go." Khorne simply finished as he jogged with his bovine hooves on the streets, leaving the rest to themselves.
Blitzø blew a raspberry at the angel before turning to his still glaring ex, Verosika while Slaanesh was stretching and popping a few cartilages due to the physical activity he just went through dodging attacks from the fight, Moxxie and Milli were simply checking on each other if they were alright while Loona watched her brother figure galloped in the distance.
"Sooo… anything to discuss about?" Moxxie broke the tension.
"What are we supposed to say? Me and Blitzo are not exactly on good terms." Verosika scoffed.
Slaanesh stopped her stretching and stood beside Verosika cheerfully, "Oh come ooon, liven it up a little."
"I see you already got yourself a girlfriend." Blitzø scanned the purple-haired succubus-imp hybrid, "Exotic too huh?"
"Oh shut the hell up, we're just friends with benefits." Verosika immediately blurted out with a blush on her cheeks.
"So how are you and my ex here?" Blitzo directed his question at Slaanesh.
"Oh you know, just great but I can no longer go on missions on Earth with my best bae since I'm suspended temporarily by my boss."
"Boss, you mean like Asmodeus?"
"Yep, he says I'm too extreme and I should have self-control," Slaanesh grumbled, "I mean is it too bad that I skinned someone's face as I screw their eye sockets in front of their kids—"
"OKAY! We don't need to hear that!" Blitzo swatted the air in disdain at the prospect, "Christ on a stick, I mean I stab and cut Stolas but not in front of fucking kids a-and why even the socket?"
"That reminds me, How's you and your sugar daddy? Still reeling at Ozzie's?" Now it was Verosika that started gloating at Blitzø.
"Okay slut, you wanna go!?" Blitzø went into some kind of boxing stance as he hopped left and right.
Thankfully, Loona went to grab her dad away from the succubi, "Look, I appreciate the talk you guys have but we need to go now."
"Don't worry about it, luvs~ Cheers!" Slaanesh waved her hand and crab-claw behind her butterfly wings.
Soon the I. were parting away from the succubus, leaving the succubus by themselves at the totalled gym building and now firefighters swarming in to deal with the damage that had happened.
"Sooo… You wanna fuck instead?" Slaanesh wiggled his eyebrows.
"Sure, I'll call the rest for an orgy," Verosika answered nonchalantly as she dialed up her phone.
"HOLY SHIT!" Cletus screamed out as blood sprayed to his face.
"DIE SCUM, NO PRISONERS!" Khorne warcries as his hoof crushes a sinner's head.
"Is that a halo?! It's a muthafukin' angel! Get that traitor!"
Right now, sinful devils are popping from the woodwork, armed with knives, firearms, and other weapons, and hounding the two like ravenous animals spotting great meat for sale. Khorne dodged and wove missiles, vaulting over automobiles and smacking any sinner who strayed too close. He raced as fast as he could and began galloping on all fours.
"Stop you fuckiiiiing…" A feathered sinner attempted going in front of the hellborn, but immediately regretted it as his face distorted into slow fear, "WAITWAITWA—"
Khorne did not spare the fool and merely rammed through the sinner which stabbed through the torso as the sinner coughed blood onto the frightened angel.
"Oh my god!" Cletus screeched.
The crimson killer casually pulled away the sinner which violently ripped off the poor schmuck since he was still stuck by Khorne's bull-shaped horns. The bull warrior swiped off the manhole cover and frisbeed the steel disc that cleaved through eight sinners in half, he then appropriated one of the parking meters as a bat; whacking sinner after sinner coming for them all the while still sprinting towards the yearglass tower.
"Dios mio! He has a parking meter—ACK!" A female Mexican sombrero-wearing skeleton sinner could not finish her own words as her head caved in from Khorne's blunt offense, then another, then another, he kept smashing her head until she no longer resembled a head but rather salsa sauce.
"UNWORTHY SKULL!"
"How far are we?!" Cletus fearfully asked.
"Nearly there!" Khorne shouted as he sprinted through a warzone, explosions, and gunshots echoing in the distance; the area he was in was covered with wreckage and damaged structures. A territorial conflict is now unfolding, but Khorne does not care, for he only cares about how much blood he can flow in this war-torn land, "I WILL SEAR YOUR SOULS!"
"What are you doing?!" Cletus is scared of the massive fight he is unwittingly into.
"MORE DEATH, MORE KILLS, MORE SKULLS FOR ME TO COLLECT!"
"You're insane!" Cletus' cries fell on the berserking behemoth's deaf ears.
An unwary sinner had her head ripped from her collar by the blood spiller, and her corpse was tossed at some random shooter with an AR. Khorne held one of the grenades close and removed the pin before lobbing the pineapple-shaped explosive into a group, which blasted them to smithereens. He then grabbed two axes he conveniently discovered and began chopping hoards of sinners who came to him. Blood after blood was spilled and heads were severed from their necks, Khorne gathered the heads into a little pouch on his belt and magically stored them in this seemingly boundless pocket dimension.
"I can't believe I'm riding on a crazed killer…" Cletus whispered to himself to try to collect his sanity from the traumatic experience he, unfortunately, had front-row seats to.
After running through and escaping the war-torn area, Khorne could finally see the white brick walls and the golden fence on top. He hopped on the concrete stairs and finally… finally in front of the opaque glass door of the embassy.
"Get off my back." Khorne snarled behind him.
"Ah okay, sorry!" Cletus crawled his way out and fluttered his tiny wings to hover in the air, he went to the door and tried pushing…
"Hrrggh!" The small angel pathetically struggled as the hulking demon rolled his eyes at the sissy in front of him.
"I'm sorry, I'm pretty sure it's locked." the cherub nervously giggled, "There must be a mistake, I'm pretty sure they could come or…"
"We should contact the King if you want to request an audience with Heaven." Khorne crossed his arms impatiently.
"Contact the king? You mean…" Cletus had a confused face, and his eyes gradually expanded at the insinuation, "NO! PLEASE DON'T SEND ME TO LUCIFER!"
"And stay here until a demon eats your inside?" Khorne glared incredulously and quietly grumbled to the side, "Foolish angel…"
"Hey… wait… What did you mean when you said humans want to hurt me? Like those sinners back there? Why sinners and not the hellborns?"
"Because of the extermination." Khrone simply stated.
"Huh? What extermination?" the cherub raised a brow from that.
Now something is dawning at the usual rage-filled beast as Khorne takes on a more inquisitive tone while he leans over the little angel, "You are meaning to tell me that you are not aware what is happening here in Hell? Specifically here in the Pride Ring?"
"I do not know anything about an extermination…" Cletus mumbled faintly as Khorne overshadowed him.
DING… DING… DING…
Then it is starting, that ring. Khorne now remembered the time it was.
Once both of those arms hit midnight on that giant clock tower, the massacre will start.
And he is right in front of the enemy's already opening gates.
