Luis was making his way through the post-apocalyptic looking streets of Imp City yet again. After telling Millie to take care of her husband and get back to the Hotel, he was out on his own and he wasn't sure how far he was gonna go. Not that he doubts himself, but he's no stranger to being the victim of a cheap shot from behind. But as long as he keeps up the pace and follows to where the Ganado demons are heading, he should be fine. As long as he doesn't get side tracked again.

"Yoo-hoo! Good sir! I say I got something to show you!"

Luis sighed as he hoped not to run into the stupid, carny-looking, crazy scamming Imp again. But there he was, Wally Wackford and that stupid booth of his, filled with scavenged, almost worthless guns of his. Last time Luis went to him, he didn't get a good deal on the TMP that was moments from breaking apart. If he were still human, he would've just walked away. But...

"Good to see you again, my friend!" Wally started to say. "I trust the gun I gave has worked phenomenal-HACK!"

And Luis shoved the barrel of his Red 9 down into Wally's mouth, the Spaniard not looking so friendly with the Imp who sold his out.

"Give me one good reason as to why I shouldn't put you out of your misery."

"GWAACH-ACH-GAG!" Wally gagged. "GIM 'E A CHAG 'O ESPLAIN!" And with that, Luis pulled the gun out, give Wally a chance to breath while the sinner cleaned the barrel. "Ugh...I have a feeling you're not so fond of the weapon I gave you before."

"The firing mechanism was rusted, the barrel was clogged, the damn thing often jammed. What do you think, Payaso?" Luis asked as he held the gun in question and aimed in towards Wally.

"Wait, wait! I have just the thing to make up for all the problems." Said the scamming Imp as he went under the booth and pulled out a small plastic case. "A repair kit! Just for you. Not can you be able to repair the faults of that firearm, but improve upon it also! And I say, that sounds like a great deal to me!"

Luis still didn't look impressed as he decided to take a look inside the case and saw the tools were just barely enough to fix the malfunctions on his gun. And knowing the Imp, he's probably going to get ripped off of Wally brings out a huge price.

"It's not enough." He said. "You'll have to come up with something more substantial."

"W-W-Well, what do you have in mind?"

And it was then that he placed the TMP on the counter and aimed his Mauser at Wally's face.

"You fix it for me, free of charge."

Wally was taken aback by this a little. "Now, I say, hold on there. I'm not much of a repairman myself. I just sell whatever I can get, being a sales guy and all."

Luis wasn't having any of his crap as he pulled back the hammer on his gun. To which Wally responded by quickly getting to work on fixing the TMP, just as Luis asked.

Back in Pentagram City, Ethan Winters was walking down the desolate, seemingly abandoned roads of the damned town. There haven't been that many enemies to face, as if the whole city was now deader than dead...which most of it actually was at this point. He continued to move through a rather suburban looking area in the city, recognizing something that disgusted him to no end...mold. Loads of the stuff, clinging to cars, buildings, even mutilated bodies like a webbing that squirmed and moved around. The sight of it made his guts twist and turn, as he always took it as a bad sign that a whole lot of the mold was just in one place.

"My. This stuff is a bit too drool, even for me."

Hearing that rather static voice made Ethan turn and point his gun into the face of the Radio Demon, who was with his ever cheeky smile while looking around the place. Ethan knew about Alastor and what he was capable of, but he didn't care. Not after the nightmare he went through while he was alive, what he and his family had been put through. He was definitely not afraid to shoot him in the face as the Radio Demon turned to face him.

"But you, Mr. Winters, intrigue me with your expertise on this substance." Alastor said. "I believe we may be able to help each other during this time, just as I'm trying to do for her majesty."

Ethan replied "I'm not working with you, Alastor. I know how your kind operates."

"Ah, but you'd be fortunate enough to listen to what I have to say. See, I myself am concerned as you are with this...gunk. And I find myself in dire need of the knowledge around it."

"And why should this matter to you?" Ethan asked, to which Alastor points to a nearby Emporium. Rosie's Emporium with its main entrance covered in mold. It seems that the stuff can deeply affect Overlords as well, and that drew concern to Alastor, a powerful overlord, now seemingly as vulnerable as anyone else around.

"Personal reasons, my dear boy." He said. "Nothing that should deeply concern you. However, I can point you in a certain right direction for where you need to go."

"Oh yeah? And where's that?"

Alastor began to explain. "The invasion is worse than any of us could imagine. As we speak, this...gross, disgusting, fungal-like substance, along with a few other types of parasites, are making their way to the other Rings of Hell, since the space between them has been seemingly breached. And right now, I've sensed something similar to the stuff that you are tracing down in Wrath."

"Really? ...Well, shit." Ethan exclaimed.

"I can take you there. We need not trust each other, but survival is of the highest priority for everyone involved in this little game. I believe it ranks highly for the un-living as well."

Ethan didn't much like the sound of working with Hell's most feared Overload. But if Alastor knew something he needed to know, then he may not have much a choice but to listen to him and see where the Radio Demon takes him...

Moving back to Luis in Imp City, Ganado Demons were attempting to attack him with axes, sickles, crowbars, kitchen knives, lead pipes, the usual stuff. His now repaired and upgraded TMP made short work on them, as he unloaded on the five that tried to kill him before they fell.

"Debo admitir que ese payaso estúpido hizo un buen trabajo con esta arma. (I must admit that stupid clown did a good job with this weapon.)" He said as he reloaded the gun. His search for Saddler was slow going, he needed some kind of heading, and following the mindless zombies wasn't working as well as it was before since the entire city was like a maze. But, as luck would have it, something peaked out of the Ganados he just gunned down and it got his attention, as anything the infected dropped can sometimes prove useful. Taking it out of a dead imp, it turned out to be a map of the city which showed routes he needed to take.

"Ah, perfect." He said as he folded the map and pocketed it. He then saw a payphone at the end of the street and decided to make a call to some of his allies. The one to answer the phone back at the hotel was Enrico.

"Hello? Hazbin Hotel?" He said, to which Luis responded. "Oye, Enrico. I found out where I need to go. I'll be moving farther away from the Hotel, where I'm going."

"Good to know, Luis. Try and find a way to keep in contact with us."

"I'll think of something. Any word from the others?"

"Haven't heard back from them in a while. It's like they're off the grid." Enrico explained. "The rest of us are still held up inside the hotel."

In one of the rooms, Donna Beneviento was still under the trance Alastor left her in while Richard and Edward kept their guns trained on her at all times, given how extremely dangerous she was. All of the hotel's other residences were doing their best to hold themselves together, doing some small talk, keeping the place clean and secured, and making sure none of the infected nearby didn't reach the hotel with Forest and Joseph sniping them.

"That reminds me. Expect Moxxie and Millie to be back soon." Luis said. "Her poor marido has been through a lot."

"Gotcha. We'll be in touch." Enrico replied. And with that, Luis hung up the phone and decided to continue on his way.

Meanwhile, at an undisclosed location, Albert Wesker was continuing to see everything go on through Hell; the mutants invading, the infections spreading, even those stubborn enough to try and stop him, at which point found himself in need of installing a little eye in the sky to keep his sights on the four survivors who are currently walking through his outback.

"Mr. Burnside..." He began to say while looking at the monitors. "I find it remarkable that you've made it this far. You and those other mongrels. Perhaps you've had greater uses than just extracting a simple virus from times long past...Still, your efforts to defeat me, admirable as they are, are as futile as when we first met. I've already got what I needed from this realm, except. one. thing. Matters not, however, since my plans have been set in motion. And nothing you do can stop it. Not in this world...or the next."

Zooming in on the monitor that showed the four in the desert, Steve, Vaggie, Loona and Octavia were currently walking on foot, having lost their wheels a while back and are currently spending a couple of hours walking in what they don't know is in between dimensions...depicted as an endless desert. The only thing that's guiding them now is a semi-broken GPS. Still, they were starting to lose their minds.

"Ugh. We've been walking for a fucking eternity out here! I feel like my feet are ready to fall off!"

Steve frustratingly retorted, saying "Well, Loona, if someone didn't go and wreck out motorbikes while playing chicken with a goddamn giant, we wouldn't be walking, now would we?"

"Oh, so you're saying that this is fucking fault?!" Loona said, getting in on Steve's face.

"Yes! Because no one else in this forsaken wasteland is gonna say otherwise!"

"You better step the fuck off before your green, scaly face off your skull!"

"All you fucking know how to do is swear and get on people's nerves!" Steve yelled back. "All bark, no bite, like a fucking dog!"

Vaggie just practically shoved her eye at the GPS, having nothing to say at this point, and just sticking to silent fury. But fortunately, Octavia didn't hesitate to let up.

"ENOUGH!" She screamed, her voice echoing through the desert, getting everyone's attention as she looked at her best friend and the former prison escapee with an expression of anger.

"We...are in the middle of a fucking desert...that shouldn't even be here!" She growled. "I didn't volunteer...just to hear you two whine all day! Arguing's not gonna get us anywhere! So just...drop it!" She also mumbled to herself. "And give me a little peace and quiet."

Loona felt a little bad now, since she hated when Octavia gets emotional, and Steve is not one to piss anybody off. So soon enough, both of them were quiet and avoided eye-contact while Octavia took some deep breaths to calm down.

"...Vaggie, how are we looking at where we're going?" Steve eventually asked.

To which Vaggie replied "...We're still on the right path. But we're still gonna be walking for a while."

Sighing after hearing that, Steve shut up and they walked in silence for a little while until they heard the sound of a helicopter flying overhead. But nothing seemed to be coming out of it. But they were caught off-guard when suddenly, coming out of the ground were mutants, unlike the ones they've faced that were mindless and easy to deal with. These ones...were different, wearing some kind of tactical gear, ugly-looking masks with lenses that glowed red as they took the four by surprise. Before they could even pull out their weapons, each of them was bludgeoned by the mutant soldiers, slammed to the ground, and rendered unconscious in a split second before the freaks started to drag them as the helicopter lowered itself. The screen moved back to the monitor that Wesker was looking at with a satisfied smile on his face to see that his little capture idea was a success.

While he continued to look, Carla Radames shows up, revealing her full demonic form; showing that she still had the face of a certain Asian Woman who gets away with everything she does...but her skin and hair were all white and covered in a thin layer of slimy mucus, as her lower body looked to be that of a slug. She moved next to Wesker, evil smile on her face as well as Wesker acknowledged her.

"Speak."

"We've come in contact with your sister." She said. "She's ready to deliver her own projects."

"Excellent." Wesker replied. "Preparations must be made. When our new subjects arrive, keep them separated. As for that moth...put her through the simulator when she gets here. I want to see what she and Mr. Burnside can do before we finish them."

"It shall be done." Carla said as she pulls out her cube phone...

Meanwhile, the rest of Hell's Circles weren't doing so well during this crisis. The elevator, the only thing demons can use to transport themselves to other rings, had been breached and already were the Rings experiencing what Pride had gotten the worse out of. In Wrath, the mold had spread like a cancerous growth, surprisingly unafflicted by the intense heat of the Rings Volcanos as the inhabitants were forced to defend themselves against the feral fungal-rooted monsters. Just like Millie's family, who were stuck trapped on their own land while Lycans of all matters of beasts and monsters were the one's trying to kill them. Lycans and one Vârcolac, which was giving Joe the most trouble as it was unlike anything he's fought against.

"Come on, you fucking beast!" He said as he jabbed a knife into its neck, but that didn't seem to do squat. Lin, Sally May, and her younger brothers were huddled up together, the two adults having a shotgun and rifle in hand, respectively. They were fighting all the enemies at a distance, but it's like they were all bullet sponges, with their shots barely able to slow them down.

"This is bullshit!" Sallie May yelled as she reloaded her rifle in a hurried manner.

"I'm just hoping that Mildred is dealing with this better than we are." Lin said as she fired her shotgun.

"Really? That's the only thing you're hoping for?!"

"Not the time, Sallie May. Just keep firing before-"

Before she could finish, a truck came out of nowhere, smashing through their fence before drifting around their yard. In the driver seat was Ethan, and with two other familiar faces in the truck; Jack and Marguerite Baker. Jack resembled the way he looked as the swap man, his entire body looked to be made out of decaying mold, with his regular shirt and pants over that. Marguerite hardly resembles how she looked as a human; instead, she was an anthropomorphic bug with a partially humanoid face, but with bug mouthparts and antenna, having also an extra set of arms that were that of a fly, a bug's abdomen and wings on her back. Ethan met them while he was traversing through Wrath, and mentally, they seemed to be back to their normal selves. So he allied with them to help out other survivors.

Don't ask where they got the truck.

While Ethan was driving, doing donuts in the middle of the yard, Jack was in the shotgun seat, shooting an M1911 at any of the mold monsters he saw, while his wife was in the back of the truck, firing a mounted browning machine gun at any of the molded she saw. The imp was left in shock as Ethan managed to smash the truck into the Vârcolac, knocking it off Joe, who was speechless as his family. Jack kept firing until his gun ran out of ammo, so he decided to bring out something from a few years back. The chainsaw-shears combo weapon he used while he was under you-know-who's control.

"Hold 'er steady, Ethan!" He yelled out as the truck was going for the molded beast again. Revving up his weapon, he aimed it before swinging it and nailing the Vârcolac right in the face. Unfortunately, this caused Jack to go flying out of the truck as he used some supernatural strength to keep jamming the weapon into the creature's head before he managed to clean a chuck of it clean off, killing it. With that done, the rest of the mold started to retreat while the Imp family was still left in shock and Ethan stopped the car, got out and walked over to the down Joe, who flinched at the sight of the mold-made sinner, who offered a hand.

"Come with us if you want to live."

Instead of taking Ethan's hand, Joe hurriedly got up by himself and pointed his knife at Ethan while the rest of his family walked over to him.

"Hold your goddamn horses, pal!" He yelled. "We are not going anywhere until you tell us who the fuck you are and what the hell is going on?!"

But then, the horrid sound of inhuman roaring and a poor woman screaming in agony made the hardened imp shut up, as that yell could've been heard all throughout Wrath. And it was that Lin took his husband by the shoulder.

"How about we discuss this while we head inside the car?!" She said loudly, with a smile and a twitch in her left eye.

"Saddle up," Jack said, opening the back door for the family, who hurriedly headed in. Sallie May took a moment to express her gratitude.

"Thanks for the save, freaks." She said to Jack, who shook his head as he got back in.

"Where are we headin'?" Joe asked.

"Back to Pride," Ethan said, putting the car in gear. "We got a long path ahead of us."

"Right..." Sallie May said, clapping her hands together before pointing to the molded victims. "...Now who are you guys, and what the fuck is going on?"

"It's a long story." Jack said as the truck sped down the trail...