Bonus 11: Fallen Enemies

…Meanwhile in Hell…

In a large room with walls bright crimson red and an atmosphere filled with unholy dread, several people, their entire bodies shrouded in menacing black shadow, could be seen seated around in different spots. Suddenly, two tall, imposing figures appeared in a miasma of red energy, and shimmering and haunting yet dazzling light. One was clad in black and green armor, with a broad-shouldered, muscular build and a green hoofprint crest on his shoulder. The other had a leaner build with a scrappy yet charming personality. He was dressed in similar armor but with a yellow color palette and an inverted cross pattern flowing down his arms, legs, and chest with both of them having glowing blue eyes.

The burlier stepped up to the people cloaked in shadow. He spoke in a deep almost otherworldly voice.

"Now, all ye sinners, ye dead who live in the depths for eternity, it is time…"

He then clapped his hands, making the metal clang, sending sparks flying, forming into small balls of fire and illuminating the room better. The shadows around the individuals' faces disappeared, revealing Mama Rosé and her family, most of Komanda Monstra, Gangster Reynolds and Fat Bastard, Azaeli, and Acula.

"Wait, is that my cue?" a voice asked, slightly unsure.

"Not yet, I still have to get to the 'time to face their sentence' part. Stick to the script like rehearsed," the burly one spoke in a more normal tone, like a guy at the gas station, as the criminals and killers all looked at them in confusion.

"Alright, just double checking, didn't want to accidentally throw you off," the voice that belonged to the Scrapper figure said politely before he continued. "I wasn't fully sure cause I noticed we are missing-"

"What the fuck is going on here?! Who or what are you two?!" Ivan blurted out in confusion.

"Oh! Uh, ahem…YE SINNER! HOLD THY TONGUE LEST HAVE IT REMOVED! YOU STAND IN THE PRES…nope, can't do it. The gravitas is just gone. Goddammit, this happens every time."

"I'm so sorry that I feel like an idiot for messing up your intro."

"No, no, let's just continue, get this over with before we get behind. OK, sinners, you may call me GMOA, pronounced 'Jeh-Mo-Uh' and this is my partner.",

"Hi, I'm SAM, though technically it's SHMA but I go with SAM since it's both easier for you guys and I just like hearing that name more than 'SHMA'," he said politely to the sinners in front of them, a big smile on his face.

"Allow us to welcome to your eternal damnation!" GMOA stated in a cheery yet sinister tone, surprising several of his listeners.

"Is this some kinda bad joke cause I'm not laughing," spoke Kulah the Ocelomeh in a displeased and impatient tone.

"Yeah, what the FUCK?! Damnation?! Where are we?! Why are THEY here?! Who are you fucks?!" Elijah shouted, jumping up from his seat, pointing at the members of Komanda Monstra then looking around the room more, shocked to see the familiar faces.

"Well, to put it plainly, you're all dead and you're all in Hell."

….Session 1: Denial…

An eerie silence befell the room for a moment.

"What?" Ivan spoke as the others looked at the strange armor speechlessly.

"I am afraid I did not hear you right! KINDLY speak up," Mama Rosé politely but venomously spoke.

"You heard right, Mr. Ivan Malone, you're in Hell. Welcome again. My partner and I have been assigned to you all today as Auditors of your eternal souls and determine just what circle of hell you shall reside for, and I can't stress this enough, eternity!" GMAO happily explained with an unhinged giddiness.

"He's right. Now, given how many of you there are, we have a few ways we can do this. Would you all prefer we go through respective groups together or do you want to go back and forth doing one each until we are done?" Sam asked, flipping through a large folder in his arm.

"OK, WHOA WHOA WHOA, HANG ON! I'm not sure how this bullshit of yours works but I'd know if I died or not!" Acula shouted as others vehemently agreed.

"Yeah! For all we know this is some kind of elaborate trick and spell some filthy Devils concocted! Well you won't fool ME! Now let me ou–" Azaeil berated, stepping up to the two knights but was stopped in her tracks by an invisible force, making her unable to move on a muscle, "W-WHAT THE?!"

"Kindly sit back down," GMOA flicked her forehead, sending her sliding back and forcing her back down into her seat, much to her shock and horror, "So it would appear all of you are clearly in post-death denial, PDD, fairly common for newcomers. We have just the thing for that. SAM, if you would?" he said, putting on black glasses.

SAM nodded then conjured a mystic yellow light in his palm and snapped his fingers, causing a large, bright flash, stunning everyone in the room. Their eyes glowed brightly as each of them was bombarded by the vivid memory of how they died. The light from their eyes quickly faded away as most were left stunned speechless and others, like Nikami, felt sick and nauseous at the sight of their own death with only few, like Ranka, showing little reaction.

"It can't be. It can't be true! You're fucking lying!" Azaeli shouted in denial, pointing an accusatory finger at both auditors.

"No, no, nah, nah, no! This is bullshit! I can't be dead!" Elijah shouted, refusing to believe what he saw then looking at Ember and the others, "You. You fucking bitches! What have you done?!"

"Fuck you! This is all your family's doing! I'LL KILL YOU ALL!" Ember shouted, bearing her claws, glowing with orange searing heat. She and her friends were ready to tear the humans apart.

Mama Rosé pulled out her large revolver as her sons, grandson, and other gang members pulled out their weapons.

Azaeli conjured a large golden magic seal while Acula readied her eye beams, neither wishing to be defenseless once the first hit was thrown. Certainly not as defenseless as the two humans, Reynolds and Fat Bastard, who were huddled in the corner with panic in their eyes.

The armors they were wearing began burning with menacing flames upon seeing the guns and spells.

GMAO then snapped his fingers, causing glowing red chains to shoot from the walls and ceiling and stab deeply into each of their bodies. Within seconds the entire room was filled with the cries and screams of all the sinners, a symphony of agony filling every corner. The auditor snapped his finger, causing the surge of suffering filling their bodies to cease as they each took the moment of silent respite to regain their bearings.

"Hm, you know, I could've sworn we sealed their innate abilities away?" GMAO spoke, musingly.

"Wait, do GUNS count as an 'innate ability'?" Sam raised an eyebrow.

"Only in America."

"Wa…wha…was…that…?" Nikami uttered, her voice trembling like a child's.

"THAT was a deterrent. Please refrain from violence in this space."

"Hey, come on, it's alright. Yeah, we can cuddle a lot later, Agnes, when it's over. Love you too," SAM spoke, petting the vambrace of his armor then kissing his armored arm as Vernal and a few others looked at him in confusion.

"Y-You're serious, aren't you? I'm…we're…dead?" Nikami uttered sadly, looking at her trembling hands in despair.

"Correct," GMOA affirmed.

"So what? This is our judgment or something?!" Elijah demanded, trying to hold back the fear that didn't go unnoticed by Mama Rosé.

"No, your souls were already judged. That's why you're here so we, as your assigned auditors, can determine what your eternal punishment shall be. I'm sure this is all still a shock to you."

"I'm more surprised than anything else. Also, hell has…auditors?" Madoka questioned.

"Why, yes! Not many people realize how crowded the afterlife gets so heaven and hell have individuals like us to kinda sort out and organize all you aimless souls," GMOA replied.

"We've had to expand the rings twice this year to account for the mass influx of souls recently."

"Somehow I imagined hell to be…hotter," Ranka remarked, looking around at the semi-pleasant room, ignoring the gangsters' glares of contempt.

"It is, just not in THIS part. We're completely detached from any of the nine circles until we can get you each sorted out."

"So why don't we start things off by getting to properly know everyone here in a session we call: 'Who were you in life?'" SAM remarked as the others looked at him with mixed expressions.

"Ughhh, it's like my guidance counselor all over again," Reynolds complained.

…Session 2: Bargaining….

For what felt like two hours into the audit session, GMOA and Sam went through having the room share their life stories. Each of them ranging from heartbreaking to kinda humorous to heinous.

"So, after that, I just didn't have anywhere else to go. Not like many humans were willing to take in…something like me. Except for Rosy and her group of course! I got to live the exciting, dangerous life of a fucking gangster!" Acula stated, gesturing to Mama Rosé and the others of her organization.

"Easily one of the worst mistakes we ever made," Wick bitterly scoffed, arms folded.

"Ahhh, don't be like that. You know you were always my second favorite of Rosey's relatives. Right behind thunder lips over there."

"I fucking hate you," Ivan venomously spoke.

"You loved this ass though," she teasingly shook her rear at him much to his annoyance.

"She lied to me…" Azaeli uttered, her voice trembling, getting the others' attention.

"What's wrong with you?" Acula asked, not really concerned.

"My mother lied to me! She said all Angels, no matter what, we ALL go to heaven," the fallen Angel bemoaned.

"Yet here you are. Why bring that up at all? From what you told us, it seems like you hated your parents," Madoka pointed out.

"SHUT IT, DEVIL! I DON'T NEED YOU REMINDING ME! Yes, I hated them because they spent their whole lives trying to keep up the perfect angelic image for lowly humans! Giving our wealth to those dirty insects even if it meant WE didn't have anything left. Then they have the nerve to try marrying me off to some bloated prick from a wealthier congregation?! I had to get outta that shit and strike out on my own! All I wanted was to be rich again and have my fucking life back!" Azaeli vented, pacing around in frustration.

"Pffft. Sounds like you just threw away an opportunity to gain both AND have your own personal fuck toy," Kulah scoffed, crossing her leg over the other, unfazed by her sob story.

"What the fuck did you just say to me?"

"The filthy cat's got a point. Sounds to me like you are just too spoiled for your own good. Like pampered sow wallowing in her own feces," Wick remarked contemptuously with a hint of amusement.

"Fuck you. You hear me? FUCK. YOU. Damn humans! It's not my fault! I'm an ANGEL ,dammit! I don't belong here!" Azaeli shouted, her voice full of desperation, walking up to GMOA and SAM, "Come on, this HAS to be a mistake. They deserve to be here, not me!"

"Y-Yeah! She's right! I don't belong here either! W-We just tryna make ends meet! THEY deserve to be here more than we do! 'Specially that sumbitch!" Reynolds shouted and pointed a finger right at Wick, who shot him a death glare.

"Keep pointing that finger at me, swine, and I'll show you why I'm here," Wick threatened, glaring with killing intent.

"There are no mistakes in judgment. For any of you," G'MOA spoke, intervening.

"P-Please. I'll give you anything you want! Just tell me what you want from me!" Azaeli begged, getting down on her knees as Mama Rosé shook her head in disgust.

"Pffaahaha! What are you gonna do?! Suck their dicks hard enough to let you into heaven?!" Acula heartily laughed, pointing at the fallen Angel before a thought occurred to her, "Ooh, actually, not a bad idea."

Azaeli shot a frustrated glare at her then lightly blushed as the idea floats in her head but then dread filled her face, seeing both the auditor's disgusted expressions.

"Pathetic. Truly pathetic. Did your dignity die along with you or was it ever there to begin with?" Mama Rosé spat, looking down, revolted at the sight of the Angel woman.

"W-What did you say to me?"

"Surely, you are not being serious are you?" Ranka asked, raising an eyebrow, getting Azaeli's attention.

"Didn't you sell magic enhanced weapons and those enslavement collars that, spoiler alert, ENSLAVED thousands of liminals to criminals like them?" Madoka contested, gesturing at the Malones.

"What does that have to do with anything?! I was a business woman!"

"You mean a war monger," Madoka remarked as Azaeli clenched her fists in anger.

"And you're a filthy Devil contract murderer! You're a prostitute of the fighting world! Don't act like you're better than me, bitch!"

"Firstly, I had long ago made my peace with ending up here after I ended the life of the man I loved. It's the fate I deserve. Second, you act like that somehow makes you superior to us. You're just a killer with extra steps. Accept that fact instead of hiding behind your excuses like a coward," Madoka replied, glaring daggers at the Angel woman.

"You shut your fucking mouth! The goods I provided made humans like Rosey here filthy rich! I'm not responsible for how they used them! Isn't that right, Mama Rosé?!" Azaeli attested, looking at her old buyer.

"I will admit, you certainly provided quality products that saw my family's power grow immensely. I dare say the liminal goods market nearly rivaled our sales of gluttony fang," Mama Rosé spoke, then shot her a glare, "However, in the end, they didn't give us the insurance we needed nor did they help you when it mattered."

"Why you shriveled, ungrateful old…" the fallen Angel growled, unfurling her wings.

"Haaa, will you please just give it a rest. Souls like you especially make me sick because you REFUSE accountability for any of your actions," GMOA coldly remarked.

"B-But…I'm an Ang–"

"Yeah, you're an Angel. I don't care because you're also a selfish, greedy sociopath. You're evil. No different than the employers you sold to. Now DEAL WITH IT and shut up!" GMOA stated firmly as Azaeli looked at him in despair, hanging her head low to the floor on her hands and knees.

"Just to let you know, even Angels that haven't fallen can end up here too. Honestly, it really comes down to what you do and WHY that decides where you end up," SAM added.

"No one cares about that. What I want to know is what that one meant by 'no different than her employers'? Are you saying that I am 'evil' because I built an empire from practically nothing? That I took over my husband's business after he met his end?" Mama Rosé questioned, standing upand going up to GMOA, glaring contemptuously, "Zasranets [Bastard], do not compare me to this…sniveling wretch with wings. I am the leader of the deadliest drug and trafficking syndicate in the central United States. I killed all my enemies; The Castellos, the Millers, and the Powells! If you think I'd grovel and beg for mercy, you do not know who I am. I don't grovel, GRANT you mercy if I decide so. I may be in hell but I AM the Devil!" she proudly and vindictively stated as her sons and grandson looked at her in approval.

GMOA looked at her in slight intrigue and surprise for a moment, "Huh…"

"Damn, Rosey…you got me over hot…", Acula remarked, wide eyed and mouth shaped, cheeks slightly flushed.

"Also, just to let you know, I would be very hesitant saying that out loud. Certain higher ups may take offense to that," SAM jumps in, trying to diffuse the tension, not wanting to anger his boss.

"Well, I definitely can't speak for those guys but I followed the teachings of Tezcatalipoca! I should be enjoying an eternity of the Utalical Forest hunting sexy men and riding their sturdy cocks into submission with my almighty uterus!" Kulah yelled angrily, getting several dubious stares.

"Your heaven sounds like Amazoness feminist fan fiction," Ivan remarked coldly, getting Ocelomeh's attention.

"The fuck you say, Limp Dick?! I can crush those peapods you call balls in one minute of riding you!" Kulah threatened.

"Could you please stop describing that kinda thing. It makes me feel a little uncomfortable," SAM said with him appearing a bit embarrassed.

"What? Can't handle hearing about a real woman, eh? Bet if I had five minutes, I could make you scre-Ahhh!" Kulah saucily and proudly spoke, stepping up to him but was suddenly grabbed by one of SAM's suit arm extending like an extra appendage before detaching from him becoming more demonic. The hand gripped her neck, choking her so tightly that the Ocelomeh could not remove the fingers as they dug into her neck, to the others' shock, prompting Vernal to quickly try to help remove it only for the fingers to dig deeper into her neck.

"Agnes, stop! She can't hurt me! I promise you! Let go of her," SAM assured, rubbing the breastplate of his armor that was rattling violently.

"Agnes! That's enough! Withdraw at once!" spoke the voice coming from GMAO's armor that only his and SAM's armor could hear.

The severed metal arm dropped the Ocelomeh onto the ground as she desperately took in air and the arm quickly flew back to SAM's arm, fitting snugly without so much as grazing him as he traced loving circles on the armor plate.

"It's OK, I know. YES, I still love you, that's never gonna change, you adora- mmm," SAM said until he was silent and to almost everyone's confusion they heard kissing sounds as he wrapped his arms around himself as he pushed against his armor?

"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT AND WHAT IS WITH THAT SUIT?!"

"Apologies, they are our living armor partners. Assigned to us from the big boss below. This one here is my sweetheart, Einheijar," GMAO explained, showing of his armor which appeared to wriggle and move around his body, disturbing some of them, "As you can see, they do have a tendency to be overprotective at times…and a bit clingy. Ow!" he joked before his arm moves by itself, smacking him upside the head. He then saw a ghostly visage of a young woman's head next to his with a pouty face, prompting him to quickly apologize. With SAM his arms weren't wrapped around himself, rather, he was holding his own ghostly figure named Agnes as she and him made out together before finally stopping to stare out each other lovingly, at least that what was for those who could see Agnes.

"Are these guys wearing their girlfriends?" Elijah inquired with a dumbfounded expression, "How do you think they–"

"Elijah, we're dead! I refuse to spend eternity thinking about how they fuck their clothes," Ivan stated firmly.

"Actually, they appear on earth too and how they are born is actually quite sweet. You see, when a armor-" SAM was about to explain.

"NOPE! Do not want to hear about these guys masturbating in suits of armor which I never thought I would have to say but here we are!" Vernal said, waving her hands in protest.

"How is THAT the first thing that pops into your head?" Ivan asked in slight disgust.

"I mean, we were all thinking it," Acula shrugged.

"I WASN'T!"

"Probably not the weirdest thing you've fucked," Wick remarked, gesturing over at Acula who dramatically gasped as Ivan wore a blank, embarrassed expression, "Seriously, why were you OK with that, Grandmother?"

"So long as she was useful, I couldn't care less what she did in her spare time. Besides, better my son fucking her than the other whores in Boris' playpen," Mama Rose casually spoke.

"You say it as though my merchandise was infested like rodents. Everyone knows these creatures are immune to our sexual diseases," Boris remarked, smoking a fat cigar in the corner.

"I still don't get how they have stuff like that on them. Is there a page I missed in our handbooks covering physical objects on their person?" SAM asked GMAO, flipping through a manual titled 'Auditor's Guide to Sinner Suffering'.

"Wait…we are?" Kulah inquired curiously.

"Honestly, I didn't know and never cared, did you when we had our guests over?" Vernal responded.

"This is all BULLSHIT!" Ember jumped up from her seat, "I thought when I died I'd get to see my husband and daughter! Instead I'm stuck here with YOU assholes?! Are you KIDDING ME?!" Ember said bitterly, tears rolling down her face.

Madoka understood the feeling. She too, deep down, desired to be reunited with her beloved man she was forced to kill. Perhaps that was asking too much after bloodying her hand with his blood.

"I don't know if this would be comforting or not for you, but your family do have a created copy of you there for them in heaven. From what I read in the report," SAM said, feeling bad for the mother Salamander.

"S-So what? I'm here and they live happily with a FAKE me?"

"If you mean the you BEFORE you chose to follow murderous, power hungry sociopath and became a heartless killer, then yes," GMAO plainly replied.

"HEY, everything I did was to protect my family! Where we lived, we needed to protect our territory, our resources, everyday from greedy Hellhounds! You have NO IDEA what it feels like…to watch your loved ones ripped apart by those filthy hounds, like the ones THIS BITCH kept in her employ!" Ember vehemently stated, jumping up from her seat pointing an irate claw at Mama Rose.

"If you expect me to feel sympathy for you, then you should look elsewhere. Those dogs were merely my enforcers. I had nothing to do with what happened to your precious family," Mama Rose coldly replied, glaring back at her.

"Oh, really?! You ARE the reason we're here NOW! If you hadn't sent these FILTHY dogs after Trixie and Carmella–"

"Hey! They betrayed us, bitch! They dared to try to take more than what they deserve. That rabbit bitch deserved to be dog food!" Elijah jeered with a sadistic grin as the others glared at him menacingly.

"Yeah, it was one heck of a show. Believe me, the one with the white fur put up a fight but a five vee one odds weren't in her favor," Acula bragged with a haughty tone and wide grin, egging them on.

"ENOUGH!" GMAO shouted, voice echoing throughout the room, silencing all of them, "Clearly, if we're going to make any progress, we need to find out where this animosity began with you all. Now, it's funny you bring those two bunny girls up because we can bring them up now."

"Wait, what?! They're here?!" Kulah questioned in astonishment.

"Of course they are, they've been in Limbo way before you guys showed up," GMAO replied, snapping his fingers, creating a circle of flames on the floor. Emerging from the circle were two humanoid figures with rabbit ears atop their heads. One had snow white ears and tail, Trixie; the other had dark brown fur, Carmella.

"What? Where are we?!" Carmella asked, looking around in confusion, holding her frightened girlfriend close.

"NOT the DARK SLIMES again, PLEASE, anything but the DARK SLIMES!" Trixie pleaded, her eyes shut tight.

"TRIXIE! CARMELLA!"

Both Wererabbits are tackled into tight hugs by Kulah, Vernal, and Nikami.

"What? Kulah?! Vernal?! The new girl too?!" Camella said in surprise.

"She still doesn't remember me," Nikami bemoaned with a small grin.

"Trixie!" Ember happily greeted, immediately hugging the white rabbit girl, tightly and nuzzling her roughly, "I'd never thought I'd see you again! I could hug you forever!"

"Please…don't…I can't breathe. I don't wanna…die again."

"Ember! Makoto! Everyone, you're–" Carmella said happily before noticing that not ALL of them were present, "W-Wait, where's Satella? And Hush? And Heather? And why are THEY here?!" she said angrily, pointing at the Malones but especially Acula.

The others paused for a moment in realization. The shock of ending up in the afterlife and barely any time to process it caused a temporary lapse in awareness.

"T-That's…I don't know. H-How can I NOT know?! I'm her second-in-command! HOW CAN I NOT KNOW?! And sweet little Hush too!?" Ember shouted, very disappointed in herself for not noticing their absence until now.

"While we're on that subject, where is Nikolai? And Krasni! And the OTHERS of our organization?!" Wick demanded, rallying up Ivan and the others.

"Yeah, bring them here! You brought those long eared bitches in! Where's Nikolai?" Elijah said, getting a vicious glare from both Carmella and Trixie.

"Wait, you don't think he's…in heaven, do you?" Ivan theorized.

"O pozhaluysta [Oh please], don't be foolish, my son. I know my brother. If he is not here, he is not dead. Am I correct, auditor?" Mama Rosé said, looking at GMOA expectantly.

"You are correct. He is indeed still alive…in a general sense. Sources say he's still in a coma. Same as the Mantis of theirs," he shrugged, gesturing to Ember and the others. The Salamander gave a slightly relieved yet sorrowful sigh at Hush being all alone.

"What about Heather?" Vernal asked.

"What about her?" Ember dismissively asked.

"Would Heather even end up here if she was already a Ghost?" Nikami inquired.

"God, I hope not," Ranka uttered in displeasure, then felt the room shake for a moment to her and the other's surprise.

"Ah, ah! We don't use that word around here! Boss' orders," SAM advised.

"Also, you guys are referring to your Vampire leader, correct? Also a…Mantis and Ghost?" GMOA inquired, conjuring up a black folder and flipping through pages then tapping the page, "Ah, here we go!"

"Where are they?! Are they here or not?!" Ember shouted demandingly.

"No, it says none of them are here, though it's for different reasons. The Ghost, Heather, apparently got her spiritual essence trapped for eternity in an endless death loop by a servant of Oneiori, or, as you know them, Nightmares, after trying to kill her mate. Now she's stuck in the Oneiroi plane until either the original Nightmare releases her or Oneiori herself does, so yeah, eternity. Your leader, Satella, her body and soul were…entirely obliterated by that SAME Nightmare, damn. There is LITERALLY no soul to go to the afterlife," GMOA explained, both intrigued and disturbed as the assassins, gang members and the rest looked at him, shocked, horrified and confused.

"What…WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?! Death loop? Soul dest–wait, wait, and did you say NIGHTMARE?!" Ember said in utter confusion, hardly believing what she was hearing.

"What was that about having her SOUL destroyed?!" Kulah demanded as the others were equally eager for answers.

"Well, more accurately, it's more like being erased, much like writing with a pencil then using an eraser to get rid of it. Tiny traces of once was may remain but not enough to be considered…existing. Her connection to the metaphysical has been severed and can no longer materialize in the afterlife. It's rare but it can happen, especially if you have enough power to do so or one of other entities is feeling generous," SAM explained, pushing up shining glasses that had seemingly spawned out of nowhere.

He then looked to Mama Rosé, "As for your slime pet, Ms. Rosé, she was apparently destroyed by the Nightmare's mate. Typically, slimes like her don't really have souls UNLESS they consume plenty of spirit energy to gain one. In which case, she'd instantly go to either heaven or limbo to be part of the 'slime torture'. These two can tell you about it," he said looking at the Wererabbits with a smirk, making them cringe in terror, holding each other fearfully.

"She actually was pretty close to gaining a soul. From what this says, another month or two worth spirit energy and she probably would have just squeaked by. You really must be feeding her a lot to cover that much ground, usually it takes a couple decades to reach that point," SAM saidt, intrigued.

"Can we get off that subject please!" Carmella shouted, not wanting to be reminded of the agonizing experience she had had with that red slime.

"Yeah, let's get back on track here! Are you referring to the Nightmare we were after? Are you saying SHE did all that?!" Madoka stated in surprise.

"I know she hyped that species up but literally killing a soul is just…" Kulah remarked, hardly believing such a thing was conceivable.

Mama Rosé stands to her feet, getting the other's attention, "Are you telling me that pitiful creature wielded such power? Enough to wipe that undead bitch from the face of the earth?! Nevozmozhnyy [Impossible]!"

"And when you say the nightmare's mate…you're referring to Caleb Bizzell, aren't you?" Madoka inquired, narrowing her gaze at the two auditors.

At the mention of the name, everyone in the room visibly tensed up, mixed expressions ranging from unwavering anger to confusion to utter disgust.

"OK, I think I missed something. What are we talking about here? What's a Nightmare? Who's Caleb Byzantell?" Trixie asked, profoundly confused.

"Right, there's a lot for you guys to get caught up on," Vernal said as the two Wererabbits looked at her, surprised.

"What are you talking about, V?" Carmella inquired, sensing the hostility in the room.

"Annnnd that's a really good segway into our next topic: 'How we Fuckin' Died?!' Let's go around the room and compare deaths!" GMAO stated excitedly, making a few cringe.

Ember looked around at her team, visibly distressed as the memories played in her mind. However, one thing that was most on her mind was Hush, fearing how she was doing.

…Session 3: Anger…

After some more time passed, or whatever counted as such, the auditors went through each of the sinners, having them all explain exactly how they each died. The details of which only caused them further suffering but gave the auditors a better understanding of the sinners. However, as the sinners quickly noticed, the one common denominator of their deaths boiled down to one thing: Caleb Bizzell and his homestays.

Carmella and Trixie sat with flabbergasted expressions upon hearing how their fearsome group of fellow assassins met their ends.

"Wow. I…I legit don't know where to begin," Trixie spoke looking at all her teammates sorrowfully.

"I mean, with our profession, some of us were bound to go eventually but still. Never imagined that'd be how you die Kulah. Always figured you'd have a heart attack screaming at one of those reality dating shows," Carmella remarked with a sly grin.

"The females on that show are fucking weak and lack initiative! And how is that better than getting my throat ripped out by a fucking dog?!"

"You'd stop making my ears bleed on your own terms?" Carmella pondered, single eyebrow raised.

"Speaking of terms, let the record show that I blame you guys for all of this bullshit," Vernal pointed at Mama Rosé and her men, infuriating many of them.

"Are you fuckin' serious?! How are we to blame for your own incompetence?!", Elijah shot back, insulted by the accusation.

"Well, how about first telling us that you wanted us to capture a LITERAL god!?" Vernal retorted, causing the room to sporadically shake.

"Again! PLEASE refrain from the 'G' word! Also, they're just the children of Oneiroi! They're more like conduits able to use a small portion of her divine power when she desires, allowing them to show the power of a 'G'. Even then, I hear Nightmares are sworn to pacifism so they rarely, if EVER, actually use it," SAM explained to them.

"You say that as if that's supposed to be any better," Mama Rose bitterly replied, still remembering the experience she had at the Nightmare's power. The powerlessness of having to live through what felt like several lifetimes of great suffering in less than a minute.

"So…you're telling me, you BOTH had him cornered behind a barbershop…and neither of you were able to kill him?" Wick said, looking between Ivan and Boris in disappointment.

"Hey, he wasn't alone! He had a couple of ICEP agents with him and a Werewolf!"

"He was also in possession of supernatural abilities. That was no normal man. Though he was still no match for me in hand-to-hand combat," Boris replied with a proud smirk.

"And yet you still manage to lose even with a larger supply of mana bullets and a slave under your control," Wick spat then looked back at Ivan, "And you! You had an entire squad rain down bullets on the water bitch and the agent and you STILL got yourself killed! Pathetic."

"I'm sorry. When I cornered them I thought I killing a regular, paper pushing ICEP clown, not the FUCKING AVATAR!" Ivan contested.

"And do not blame me for the tools that I had!" Boris interjected, raising to his feet, "If that fucking collar of hers worked as she promised I would have killed him and maybe WE wouldn't be here!" Boris said, pointing at Azaeli, blaming her.

"Don't you dare blame ME for USER error! You fucking Russian piece of —" Azaeli shot back, facing the man, ready to knock his block off.

"Wait, are you talking about the Caleb Bizzell human?" Ranka inquired curiously, getting their attention.

"Who else?! That fucking negro is the reason I was executed in that damn Hee Haw state! I should have shot him in the head that night on the roof," Wick bitterly spat, prompting an unfavorable eyebrow raise from GMOA.

"Yeah, big blunder on your part, buddy. Couldn't be me," Vernal remarked haughtily, prompting a glare from the gangster.

"Shut the fuck up, you insufferable idiots. You could have killed him when Nikolai had you capture him. Useless Angel," Mama Rose shot back.

"Hey! I'm not an assassin like this cavalcade of killers. I just wanted to put that human in his place! If I KNEW leaving him alive would result in his FUCKING DEVIL WHORE slicing off my wings and impaling me with a damn cross, I would've gladly ended him. Instead, I had to suffer the humiliation of losing to a Devil and losing my precious, beautiful wings!" Azaeli practically wept with anger and sadness.

"Oh yeah, I'm sure that's WAY more painful than getting your ENTIRE BODY corrupted and destroyed! And that's AFTER getting mauled by an overgrown chicken?! Losing your ability to LOOK badass and fly, sooooo much worse," Vernal sardonically retorted.

"Least you didn't get your stomach penetrated and your mouth double fisted. Isn't that right, not-so fantastic Mrs. Fox?" Acula cheekily remarked, looking at Nikami who hung her head in shame.

"She died a more honorable death than you," Ranka defended, glaring intently at the Gazer who frowns in discontent.

"Yeah, ALL those eyes and you can't look both ways before crossing the street?! HAHAHA!" Carmella said with a mocking chuckle joined by Trixie. Both were happy at the Gazer's fate.

"FUCK YOU GUYS!" Acula shouted, showing both middle fingers to everyone, "It's not my fault! It was that goat pedo traitor and her wise-ass little green cat friend!"

"You mean the short Karmaitachi? I, surprisingly, agree. She was indeed one of the more cunning among his group and one of the fiercest opponents I ever faced," Madoka acknowledged, clutching her fist to her heart, accepting her defeat by the Karmaitachi's hands.

"I understand what you mean. She and her sister were two of the most challenging opponents I had had up until that point. It was a privilege to face such warriors," Ranka spoke with a calm but proud tone as Nikami looked at her with admiration.

"WHY are you two sucking the dicks of the people who KILLED you?! YOU should have killed that damn Karmaitachi first chance you had and YOU should have made absolutely sure she was dead instead of letting PHYSICS do the work!" Ember stated in irritation, pointing an accusatory finger at each of them, "They were the ENEMY! They stood in our way of the Nightmare and we should have killed that BIZZELL bastard when we had the chance!"

"Who had the first chance though?" Acula inquired, genuinely curious.

"I believe that answer goes back to when the problem allllll began. Isn't that right, you worthless fucks," Wick derisively spoke, looking at Gangster Reynolds and Fat Bastard who had been suspiciously quiet most of the entire time.

On Thu, 15 Feb 2024 at 14:19, Professor Capricorn wrote:

Bonus 11: Fallen Enemies

…Meanwhile in Hell…

In a large room with walls bright crimson red and an atmosphere filled with unholy dread, several people, their entire bodies shrouded in menacing black shadow could be seen seated around in different spots. Suddenly, two tall, imposing figures appear in a miasma of red energy, shimmering haunting yet dazzling light. One was clad in black and green armor, broad shoulder, muscular build with green hoofprint crest on his shoulder. The other had a leaner build with a scrappy yet charming personality. He was dressed in similar armor but with a yellow color palette and an inverted cross pattern flowing down his arms, legs, and chest with both of them having glowing blue eyes.

The burlier steps up to the people cloaked in shadow. He spoke in a deep almost otherworldly voice.

"Now, all ye sinners, ye dead who live in the depths for eternity, it is time…"

He then claps his hands, making the metal clang, sending sparks flying forming into small balls of fire and illuminating the room better. The shadows around the individual's faces disappear revealing Mama Rose and her family, most of Komanda Monstra, Gangster Reynolds and Fat Bastard, Azaeli, and Acula.

"Wait, is that my cue?" a voice asked slight unsure.

"Not yet, I still have to get to the 'time to face their sentence' part. Stick to the script like rehearsed.", the burly one spoke in a more normal tone, like a guy at the gas station, as the criminals and killers all looked at them in confusion.

"Alright, just double checking didn't want accidently throw you off." the voice said politely that it belonged to the Scrapper figure before he continued. "I wasn't fully sure cause I noticed we are missing-"

"What the fuck is going on here?! Who or what are you two?!", Ivan blurted out in confusion.

"Oh! Uh, ahem…YE SINNER! HOLD THY TONGUE LEST HAVE IT REMOVED! YOU STAND IN THE PRES…nope can't do it. The gravitas is just gone. Goddammit, this happens every time."

"I'm so sorry that I feel like an idiot for messing up your intro."

"No no, let's just continue, get this over with before we get behind. OK, sinners, you may call GMOA, pronounced 'Jeh-Mo-Uh' and this is my partner.",

"High I'm Sam though technically it's SHMA but I go with Sam since it's both easier for you guys and I just like hearing that name more than 'SHMA'." he said politely to the sinners in front of them, getting a big smile on his face.

"Allow us to welcome to your eternal damnation!", GMOA stated in a cheery yet sinister tone, surprising several of his listeners.

"Is this some kinda bad joke cause I'm not laughing.", Spoke Kulah, the ocelomeh in a displeased and impatient tone.

"Yeah, what the FUCK?! Damnation?! Where are we?! Why are THEY here?! Who are you fucks?!", Elijah shouted, jumped up from his seat pointing at the members of Komanda Monstra then looking around the room more, shocked to see the familiar faces.

"Well, to put it plainly, you're all dead and you're all in Hell."

….Session 1: Denial…

An eerie silence befell the room for a moment.

"What?", Ivan spoke as the others looked at the strange armor speechlessly.

"I am afraid I did not hear you right! KINDLY speak up.", Mama Rose politely but venomously spoke.

"You heard right, Mr. Ivan Malone, you're in Hell. Welcome again. My partner and I have been assigned to you all today as Auditors of your eternal souls and determine just what circle of hell you shall reside, and I can't stress this enough, eternity!", GMAO happily explained with an unhinged giddiness.

"He's right. Now, given how many of you there are, we have a few ways we can do this. Would you all prefer we go through respective groups together or do you want to go back and forth doing one each until we are done?" Sam asked, flipping through a large folder in his arm.

"OK WHOA WHOA WHOA, HANG ON! I'm not sure how this bullshit of yours works but I'd know if I died or not!", Acula shouted as others vehemently agreed.

"Yeah! For all we know this is some kind of elaborate trick and spell some filthy devils concocted! Well you won't fool ME! Now let me ou–", Azaeil berated, stepping up to the two nights but was stopped in her tracks by an invisible force, making unable to move on a muscle, "W-WHAT THE?!"

"Kindly sit back down.", GMOA flicked her forehead sending her sliding back forcing her back down into her seat, much to her shock and horror, "So it would appear all of you are clearly in post death denial, PDD, fairly common for newcomers. We have just the thing for that. SAM, if you would?", he said, putting on black glasses.

SAM nods then conjures a mystic yellow light in her palm then snaps his fingers causing a large, bright flash stunning everyone in the room. Their eyes glow brightly as each of them is bombarded by the vivid memory of how they died. The light from their eyes quickly fades away as most are left stunned speechless and others, like Nikami, felt sick and nauseous at the sight of their own death with only few, like Ranka, showing little reaction.

"It can't be. It can't be true! You're fucking lying!", Azaeli shouts in denial, pointing an accusatory finger at both auditors.

"No no nah nah no! This is bullshit! I can't be dead!", Elijah shouted, refusing to believe what he saw then looking at Ember and the others, "You. You fucking bitches! What have you done?!"

"Fuck you! This is all your family's doing! I'LL KILL YOU ALL!", Ember shouted, bearing her claws glowing with orange searing heat. She and her friends were ready to tear the humans apart.

Mama Rose pulls out her large revolver as her sons, grandson, and other gang members pull out their weapons.

Azaeli conjures a large golden magic seal while Acula readies her eye beams, neither wishing to be defenseless once the first hit is thrown. Certainly not as defenseless as the two humans, Reynolds and Fat Bastard, who were huddled in the corner with panic in their eyes.

The armors they were wearing began burning with menacing flames upon seeing the guns and spells.

G'MAO then snaps his fingers, causing glowing red chains to shoot from the walls and ceiling and stab deeply into each of their bodies. Within seconds the entire room is filled with the cries and screams of all the sinners, a symphony of agony filling every corner. The auditor snaps his finger causing the surge of suffering filling their bodies to cease as they each take the moment of silent respite falling to the floor to regain their bearings.

"Hm, you know I could've sworn we sealed their innate abilities away?", G'MAO spoke, musingly.

"Wait, do GUNS count as an 'innate ability'?", SAM raised an eyebrow.

"Only in America."

"Wa…wha…was…that…?", Nikami utters, her voice trembling like a child's.

"THAT was a deterrent. Please refrain from violence in this space."

"Hey, come on, it's alright. Yeah we can cuddle a lot later Agnes when it's over. Love you too.", SAM spoke, petting the vambrace of his armor then kissing his armored arm as Vernal and a few others looked at him confused.

"Y-You're serious, aren't you? I'm…we're…dead?", Nikami utters sadly, looking at her trembling hands in despair.

"Correct.", GMOA affirms.

"So what? This is our judgment or something?!", Elijah demanded, trying to hold back the fear that didn't go unnoticed by Mama Rose.

"No, your souls were already judged. That's why you're here so we, as your assigned auditors, can determine what your eternal punishment shall be. I'm sure this is all still a shock to you."

"I'm more surprised than anything else. Also, hell has…auditors?", Madoka questions.

"Why yes! Not many people realize how crowded the afterlife gets so heaven and hell have individuals like us to kinda sort out and organize all you aimless souls.", GMOA replies.

"We've had to expand the rings twice this year to account for the mass influx of souls recently."

"Somehow I imagined hell to be…hotter.", Ranka remarked, looking around at the semi-pleasant room ignoring the gangster's glares of contempt.

"It is, just not in THIS part. We're completely detached from any of the nine circles until we can get you each sorted out."

"So why don't we start things off by getting to properly know everyone here in a session we call: 'Who were you in life?'", SAM remarks as the others look at him with mixed expressions.

"Ughhh, it's like my guidance counselor all over again.", Reynolds complained.

…Session 2: Bargaining….

For what felt like two hours into the audit session, GMOA and SAM went through having the room share their life stories. Each of them ranging from heartbreaking to kinda humorous to heinous.

"So, after that I just didn't have anywhere else to go. Not like many humans were willing to take in…something like me. Except for Rosy and her group of course! I got to live the exciting, dangerous life of a fucking gangster!", Acula stated gesturing to Mama Rose and the others of her organization.

"Easily one of the worst mistakes we ever made.", Wick bitterly scoffs, arms folded.

"Ahhh, don't be like that. You know you were always my second favorite of Rosey's relatives. Right behind thunder lips over there."

"I fucking hate you.", Ivan venomously spoke.

"You loved this ass though.", She teasingly shakes her rear at him much to his annoyance.

"She lied to me…", Azaeli uttered, her voice trembling, getting the others' attention.

"What's wrong with you?", Acula asks, not really concerned.

"My mother lied to me! She said all angels, no matter what, we ALL go to heaven.", the fallen angel bemoaned.

"Yet here you are. Why bring that up at all? From what you told us, it seems like you hated your parents.", Madoka pointed out.

"SHUT IT DEVIL! I DON'T NEED YOU REMINDING ME! Yes, I hated them because they spent their whole lives trying to keep up the perfect angelic image for lowly humans! Giving our wealth to those dirty insects even if it meant WE didn't have anything left. Then they have the nerve to try marrying me off to some bloated prick from a wealthier congregation?! I had to get outta that shit and strike out on my own! All I wanted was to be rich again and have my fucking life back!", Azaeli vented, pacing around in frustration.

"Pffft. Sounds like you just threw away an opportunity to gain both AND have your own personal fuck toy.", Kulah scoffs, crossing her leg over the other, unfazed by her sob story.

"What the fuck did you just say to me?"

"The filthy cat's got a point. Sounds to me like you are just too spoiled for your own good. Like pampered sow wallowing in her own feces.", Wick remarks contemptuously with a hint of amusement.

"Fuck you. You hear me? FUCK. YOU. Damn humans! It's not my fault! I'm an ANGEL dammit! I don't belong here! ", Azaeli shouted, her voice full of desperation walking up to GMOA and SAM, "Come on, this HAS to be a mistake. They deserve to be here, not me!"

"Y-Yeah! She's right! I don't belong here either! W-We just tryna make ends meet! THEY deserve to be here more than we do! 'Specially that sumbitch!", Reynolds shouted and pointed a finger right at Wick, the guy who shot him deathglare.

"Keep pointing that finger at me, swine, and I'll show you why I'm here.", Wick threatened, glaring with killing intent.

"There are no mistakes in judgment. For any of you.", G'MOA spoke, intervening.

"P-Please. I'll give you anything you want! Just tell me what you want from me!", Azaeli begged, getting down on her knees as Mama Rose shakes her head in disgust.

"Pffaahaha! What are you gonna do?! Suck their dicks hard enough to let you into heaven?!", Acula heartily laughs, pointing at the fallen angel before a thought occurs to her, "Ooh, actually, not a bad idea."

Azaeli shoots a frustrated glare at her then lightly blushes as the idea floats in her head but then dread fills her face seeing both the auditor's disgusted expressions.

"Pathetic. Truly pathetic. Did your dignity die along with you or was it ever there to begin with.", Mama Rose spat, looking down revolted at the sight of the angel woman.

"W-What did you say to me?"

"Surely, you are not being serious are you?", Ranka asks, raising an eyebrow, getting Azaeli attention.

"Didn't you sell magic enhanced weapons and those enslavement collars that, spoiler alert, ENSLAVED thousands of liminals to criminals like them?", Madoka contests, gesturing at the Malones.

"What does that have to do with anything?! I was a business woman!"

"You mean a war monger.", Madoka remarks as Azaeli clenches her fists in anger.

"And you're a filthy devil contract murderer! You're a prostitute of the fighting world! Don't act like you're better than me bitch!"

"Firstly, I had long ago made my peace with ending up here after I ended the life of the man I loved. It's the fate I deserve. Second, you act like that somehow makes you superior to us. You're just a killer with extra steps. Accept that fact instead of hiding behind your excuses like a coward.", Madoka replies, glaring daggers at the angel woman.

"You shut your fucking mouth! The goods I provided made humans like Rosey here filthy rich! I'm not responsible for how they used them! Isn't that Mama Rose right?!", Azaeli attested, looking at her old buyers.

"I will admit, you certainly provided quality products that saw my family's power grow immensely. I dare say the liminal goods market nearly rivaled our sales of gluttony fang.", Mama Rose spoke, then shot her a glare, "However, in the end, they didn't give us the insurance we needed nor did they help you when it mattered."

"Why you shriveled, ungrateful old…", the fallen angel growled, unfurling her wings.

"Haaa, will you please just give it a rest. Souls like you especially make me sick because you REFUSE accountability for any of your actions.", GMOA coldly remarks

"B-But…I'm an Ang–"

"Yeah, you're an Angel. I don't care because you're also a selfish, greedy sociopath. You're evil. No different than the employers you sold to. Now DEAL WITH IT and shut up!", GMOA stated firmly as Azaeli looks at him in despair, hanging her head low to the floor on her hands and knees.

"Just to let you know, even Angels that haven't fallen can end up here too. Honestly, it really comes down to what you do and WHY that decides where you end up. " SAM added.

"No one cares about that. What I want to know is what that one meant by 'no different than her employers'? Are you saying that I am 'evil' because I built an empire from practically nothing? That I took over my husband's business after he met his end?", Mama Rose questions, standing up going up to GMOA glaring contemptuously, "Zasranets(Bastard), do not compare me to this…sniveling wretch with wings. I am the leader of the deadliest drug and trafficking syndicate in the central United States. I killed all my enemies; The Castellos, the Millers, and the Powells! If you think I'd grovel and beg for mercy, you do not know who I am. I don't grovel, GRANT you mercy if I decide so. I may be in hell but I AM the Devil!", She proudly and vindictively stated as her sons and grandson looked at her in approval.

G'MOA looks at her in slight intrigue and surprise for a moment, "Huh…"

"Damn Rosey…you got me over hot…", Acula remarks, wide eyed and mouth shaped, cheeks slightly flushed.

"Also, just let you know ,I would be very hesitant saying that out loud. Certain higher ups may take offense to that.", SAM jumps in, trying to diffuse the tension, not wanting to anger his boss.

"Well, I definitely can't speak for those guys but I followed the teachings of Tezcatalipoca! I should be enjoying an eternity of the Utalical Forest hunting sexy men and riding their sturdy cocks into submission with my almighty uterus!", Kulah yelled angrily, getting several dubious stares.

"Your heaven sounds like Amazoness feminist fan fiction.", Ivan remarks coldly, getting Ocelomeh's attention.

"The fuck you say, Limp Dick?! I can crush those peapods you call balls in one minute of riding you!", Kulah threatened.

"Could you please stop describing that kinda thing. It makes me feel a little uncomfortable." SAM said with him appearing a bit embarrassed.

"What? Can't handle hearing about a real woman eh? Bet if I had five minutes I could make you Scre-Ahhh!", Kulah saucily and proudly spoke, stepping up to him but was suddenly grabbed by one of SAM suits arm's extending like an extra appendage before detaching from him becoming more demonic. The hand grips her neck, choking her so tightly that the Ocelomeh could not remove the fingers as they dug into her neck, to the other's shock, prompting Vernal quickly tries to help remove it only for figures to dig deeper into her neck.

"Agnes, stop! She can't hurt me! I promise you! Let go of her", SAM assures, rubbing the breastplate of his armor that was rattling violently.

"Agnes! That's enough! Withdraw at once!", spoke the voice coming from GMAO's armor that only he and SAM's armor could hear.

The severed metal arm drops the Ocelomeh onto the ground as she desperately takes in air and the arm quickly flies back to SAM's arm, fitting snugly with so much as grazing him as he traces loving circles on the armor plate.

"It's ok I know. YES I still love you that never gonna change you adora- mmm." SAM said until he was silent and to almost everyone confusion heard kissing sounds as he wrapped his arms around himself as he pushed against his armor?

"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT AND WHAT IS WITH THAT SUIT?!"

"Apologies, they are our living armor partners. Assigned to us from the big boss below. This one here is my sweetheart, Einheijar", GMAO explained showing of his armor which appears to wriggle and move around his body, disturbing some of them, "As you can see, they do have a tendency to be overprotective at times…and a bit clingy. Ow!", He jokes before his arm moves by itself, smacking him upside the head. He then sees a ghostly visage of a young woman's head next to his with a pouty face prompting him to quickly apologize. With SAM his arms weren't arms weren't wrapped around himself rather he was holding his own ghostly figure named Agnes as she and him made out together before finally stopping to stare out each other lovingly at least that what was for those who could see Agnes

"Are these guys wearing their girlfriends?", Elijah inquires with a dumbfounded expression, "How do you think they–"

"Elijah, we're dead! I refuse to spend eternity thinking about how they fuck their clothes.", Ivan stated firmly.

"Probably not the weirdest thing you've fucked.", Wick remarks gesturing over at Acula who dramatically gasps and Ivan wears blank, embarrassed expression, "Seriously, why were you ok with that Grandmother?"

"So long as she was useful, I couldn't care less what she did in her spare time. Besides, better my son fucking her than the other whores in Boris' playpen.", Mama Rose casually spoke.

"You say it as though my merchandise was infested like rodents. Everyone knows these creatures are immune to our sexual diseases.", Boris remarks, smoking a fat cigar in the corner.

"I still don't get how they have stuff like that on them. Is there a page I missed in our handbooks covering physical objects on their person?" SAM asked GMAO, flipping through a manual titled 'Auditor's Guide to Sinner Suffering'.

"Wait…we are?", Kulah inquired curiously.

"Honestly, I didn't know and never cared, did you when we had our guests over?", Vernal responded.

"Actually they appear on earth too and how they are born is actually quite sweet you see when a armor-" SAM was about to explain

"NOPE! Do not want to hear about these guys masturbating in suits of armor which I never thought I would have to say but here we are!", Vernal stated, waving her hands in protest.

"How is THAT the first thing that pops into your head?", Ivan asks in slight disgust.

"I mean we were all thinking it.", Acula shrugs.

"I WASN'T!"

"This is all BULLSHIT!", Ember jumps up from her seat, "I thought when I died I'd get to see my husband and daughter! Instead I'm stuck here with YOU asshole?! Are you KIDDING ME?!" Ember stated bitterly, tears rolling down her face.

Madoka looks at her and understands the feeling. She too, deep down, desired to be reunited with her beloved man she was forced to kill. Perhaps that was asking too much after bloodying her hand with his blood.

"I don't know if this would be comforting or not for you but your family do have a created copy of you there for them in heaven. From what I read in the report." SAM said feeling bad for the mother Salamander.

"S-So what? I'm here and they live happily with a FAKE me?"

"If you mean the you BEFORE you chose to follow murderous, power hungry sociopath and became a heartless killer, then yes.", GMAO plainly replies

"HEY, everything I did was to protect my family! Where we lived, we needed to protect our territory, our resources, everyday from greedy hellhounds! You have NO IDEA what it feels like…to watch your loved ones ripped apart by those filthy hounds, like the ones THIS BITCH kept in her employ!", Ember vehemently stated, jumping up from her seat pointing an irate claw at Mama Rose.

"If you expect me to feel sympathy for you, then you should look elsewhere. Those dogs were merely my enforcers. I had nothing to do with what happened to your precious family.", Mama Rose coldly replies, glaring back at her.

"Oh really?! You ARE the reason we're here NOW! If you hadn't sent this FILTHY dogs after Trixie and Carmella–"

"Hey! They betrayed us, bitch! They dared tried to take more than what they deserve. That rabbit bitch deserved to be dog food!", Elijah jeers with a sadistic grin as Vernal and the other glare at him menacingly.

"Yeah, it was one heck of a show. Believe me, the one with the white fur put up a fight but a five vee one odds weren't in her favor.", Acula brags with a haughty tone and wide grin, egging them on.

"ENOUGH!", GMAO shouted, voice echoing throughout the room, silencing all of them, "Clearly, if we're going to make any progress, we need to find out where this animosity began with you all. Now, it's funny you bring those two bunny girls up because we can bring them up now."

"Wait, what?! They're here?!", Kulah question in astonishment.

"Of course they are, they've been in Limbo way before you guys showed up.", GMAO replied, snapping his fingers creating a circle of flames on the floor. Emerging from the circle were two humanoid figures with rabbit ears atop their heads. One had snow white ears and tail, Trixie, the other had dark brown fur, Carmella.

"What? Where are we?!", Carmella stated looking around in confusion, holding her frightened girlfriend close.

"NOT the DARK SLIMES again PLEASE anything but the DARK SLIMES!" Trixie pleaded, her eyes shut tight.

"TRIXIE! CARMELLA!"

Both wererabbits are tackled into tight hugs by Kulah, Vernal, and Nikami.

"What? Kulah?! Vernal?! The new girl too?!", Camella says in surprise.

"She still doesn't remember me.", Nikami bemoaned with a small grin.

"Trixie!", Ember happily stated, immediately hugging the white rabbit girl, tightly and nuzzling her roughly, "I'd never thought I'd see you again! I could hug you forever!"

"Please…don't…I can't breathe. I don't wanna…die again."

"Ember! Makoto! Everyone, you're–", Carmella stated happily before noticing that not ALL of them were present, "W-Wait, where's Satella? And Hush? And Heather? And why are THEY here?!", she stated angrily, pointing at the Malones but especially Acula.

Ember and the others pause for a moment in realization. The shock of ending up in the afterlife and barely any time to process it caused a temporary lapse in awareness.

"T-That's…I don't know. H-How can I NOT know?! I'm her second-in-command! HOW CAN I NOT KNOW?! And sweet little Hush too!?", Ember shouted, very disappointed in herself for forgetting not noticing their absence until now.

"While we're on that subject? Where is Nikolai? And Krasni! And the OTHERS of our organization?!", Wick demanded, rallying up Ivan and the others.

"Yeah, bring them here! You brought those long eared bitches in! Where's Nikolai?", Elijah stated, getting a vicious glare from both Carmella and Trixie.

"Wait, you don't think he's…in heaven, do you?", Ivan theorized.

"O pozhaluysta(Oh please), don't be foolish, my son. I know my brother. If he is not here, he is not dead. Am I correct, auditor?", Mama Rose says, looking at G'MOA expectantly.

"You are correct. He is indeed still alive…in a general sense. Sources say he's still in a coma. Same as the mantis of theirs.", He shrugged, gesturing to Ember and the others. The Salamander gives a slightly relieved yet sorrowful sigh at Hush being all alone.

"What about Heather?", Vernal asked.

"What about her?", Ember dismissively asks.

"Would Heather even end up here if she was already a ghost?", Nikami inquires.

"God I hope not.", Ranka utters in displeasure, then felt the room shake for a moment to her and the other's surprise.

"Ah ah! We don't use that word around here! Boss' orders.", SAM advised.

"Also, you guys are referring to your Vampire leader, correct? Also a…mantis and ghost?", G'MOA inquires, conjuring up a black folder flipping through pages then tapping the page, "Ah, here we go!"

"Where are they?! Are they here or not?!", Ember shouted demandingly.

"No, it says none of them are here though it's for different reasons. The ghost, Heather, apparently got her spiritual essence trapped for eternity in an endless death loop by a servant of Oneiori or as you know them nightmares after trying to kill her mate now she stuck in Oneiroi plane until either original nightmare releases her or Oneiori herself does so yeah eternity. Your leader, Satella, her body and soul were…entirely obliterated by that SAME nightmare, damn. There is LITERALLY no soul to go to the afterlife.", G'MOA explained both intrigued and disturbed as the assassins, gang members and the rest looked at him shocked, horrified and confused.

"What…WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?! Death loop? Soul dest–wait wait and did you say NIGHTMARE?!", Ember stated in utter confusion, hardly believing what she was hearing.

"What was that about having her SOUL destroyed?!", Kulah demanded as the others were equally eager for answers.

"Well, more accurately it's more like being erased much like writing with a pencil then using an eraser end to get rid of it. Tiny traces of once was may remain but not enough to be considered…existing. Her connection to the metaphysical has been severed and can no longer materialize in the afterlife. It's rare but it can happen especially if you have enough power to do so or one of other entities is feeling generous is feeling generous.", SAM explains, pushing up shining glasses that seemingly spawned out of nowhere.

He then looks to Mama Rose, "As for your slime pet, , she was apparently destroyed by the Nightmare's mate. Typically, slimes like her don't really have souls UNLESS they consume plenty of spirit energy to gain one. In which case, she'd instant go to either heaven or limbo to be part of the 'slime torture'. These two can tell you about it.", he said looking at the wererabbits with a smirk, making them cringe in terror, holding each other fearfully.

"She actually was pretty close to gaining a soul. From what this says another month or two worth spirit energy and she probably would have just squeaked by. You really must be feeding her a lot to cover that much ground usually it takes a couple decades to reach that point." SAM said intrigued.

"Can we get off that subject please!", Carmella shouted, not wanting to be reminded of the agonizing experience she had with that red slime.

"Yeah, let's get back on track here! Are you referring to the Nightmare we were after? Are you saying SHE did all that?!", Madoka stated in surprise.

"I know she hyped that species up but literally killing a soul is just…", Kulah remarks, hardly believing such a thing was conceivable.

Mama Rose stands to her feet, getting the other's attention, "Are you telling me that pitiful creature wielded such power? Enough to wipe that undead bitch from the face of the earth?! Nevozmozhnyy(Impossible)!"

"And when you say the nightmare's mate…you're referring to Caleb Bizzell, aren't you?", Madoka inquires, narrowing her gaze at the two auditors.

At the mention of the name, everyone in the room visibly tenses up mixed expressions ranging from unwavering anger to confusion to utter disgust.

"Ok, I think I missed something. What are we talking about here? What's a Nightmare? Who's Caleb Byzantell?", Trixie inquires, profoundly confused.

"Right, there's a lot for you guys to get caught up on.", Vernal says as the two wererabbits look at her surprised.

"What are you talking about, V?", Carmella inquires, sensing the hostility in the room.

"Annnnd that's a really good segway into our next topic: 'How we Fuckin' Died?!' Let's go around the room and compare deaths!", GMAO stated excitedly, making a few cringe.

Ember looks around at her team, visibly distressed as the memories play in her mind. However, one thing that was most on her mind was Hush, fearing how she's doing.

…Session 3: Anger…

After some more time passes, or whatever counts as such, the auditors went through each of the sinners having them all explain exactly how they each died. The details of which only caused them further suffering but gave the auditors a better understanding of the sinners. However, as they, along with the sinners quickly noticed, the one common denominator of their deaths boiled down to one thing: Caleb Bizzell and his homestays.

Carmella and Trixie sat with flabbergasted expressions upon hearing how their fearsome group of fellow assassins met their ends.

"Wow. I…I legit don't know where to begin.", Trixie spoke looking at all her teammates sorrowfully.

"I mean, with our profession, some of us were bound to go eventually but still. Never imagined that'd be how you die Kulah. Always figured you'd have a heart attack screaming at one of those reality dating shows.", Carmella remarks with a sly grin.

"The females on that show fucking weak and lack initiative! And how is that better than getting my throat ripped out by a fucking dog?!"

"You'd stop making my ears bleed on your own terms?", Carmella ponders, single eyebrow raised.

"Speaking of terms, let the record show that I blame you guys for all of this bullshit.", Vernal points at Mama Rose and her men, infuriating many of them.

"Are you fuckin' serious?! How are we to blame for your own incompetence?!", Elijah shot back, insulted by the accusation.

"Well, how about first telling us you wanted us to capture a LITERAL god!?", Vernal retorts, causing the room to sporadically shake.

"Again! PLEASE refrain from the 'G' word! Also, they're just the children of Oneiroi! They're more like conduits able to use a small portion of her divine power when she desires, allowing them to show the power of a 'G'. Even then, I hear Nightmares are sworn to pacifism so they rarely, if EVER, actually use it." SAM explained to them.

"You say that as if that's supposed to be any better.", Mama Rose bitterly replies, still remembering the experience she had at the Nightmare's power. The powerlessness of having to live through what felt like several lifetimes of great suffering in less than a minute.

"So…you're telling me, you BOTH had him cornered behind a barbershop…and neither of you were able to kill him?", Wick says, looking between Ivan and Boris in disappointment.

"Hey, he wasn't alone! He HAD a couple of ICEP agents with him and a werewolf!"

"He was also in possession of supernatural abilities. That was no normal man. Though he was still no match for me in hand-to-hand combat.", Boris replies with a proud smirk.

"And yet you still manage to lose even with a larger supply of mana bullets and a slave under your control.", Wick spat then looked back at Ivan, "And you! You had an entire squad rain down bullets on the water bitch and the agent and you STILL got yourself killed! Pathetic."

"I'm sorry. When I cornered them I thought I killing a regular, paper pushing ICEP clown not the FUCKING AVATAR!", Ivan contested.

"And do not blame me for the tools that I had!", Boris interjected, raising to his feet, "If that fucking collar of hers worked as she promised I would have killed him and maybe WE wouldn't be here!" Boris said, pointing at Azaeli blaming her.

"Don't you dare blame ME for USER error! You fucking Russian piece of —", Azaeli shot back, facing the man, ready to knock his block off.

"Wait, are you talking about the Caleb Bizzell human?", Ranka inquires curiously, getting their attention

"Who else?! That fucking negro is the reason I was executed in that damn Hee Haw state! I should have shot him in the head that night on the roof.", Wick bitterly spat prompting an unfavorable eyebrow raise from GMOA.

"Yeah big blunder on your part buddy. Couldn't be me.", Vernal remarks haughtily prompting a glare from the gangster.

"Shut the fuck up, you insufferable idiots. You could have killed him when Nikolai had you capture him. Useless angel.", Mama Rose shot back.

"Hey! I'm not an assassin like this cavalcade of killers. I just wanted to put that human in his place!. If I KNEW leaving him alive would result in his FUCKING DEVIL WHORE slicing off my wings and impaling with a damn cross, I wouldv'e gladly ended him. Instead, I had to suffer the humiliation of losing to a devil and losing my precious, beautiful wings!", Azaeli practically wept with anger and sadness.

"Oh yeah, I'm sure that's WAY more painful than getting your ENTIRE BODY corrupted and destroyed! And that's AFTER getting mauled by an overgrown chicken?! Losing your ability to LOOK badass and fly sooooo much worse.", Vernal sardonically retorts.

"Least you didn't get your stomach penetrated and your mouth double fisted. Isn't that right, not-so fantastic ?", Acula cheekily remarks looking at Nikami who hangs her head in shame.

"She died a more honorable death than you.", Ranka defends, glaring intently at the gazer who frowns in discontent.

"Yeah, ALL those eyes and you can't look both ways before crossing the street?! HAHAHA!", Carmella says with a mocking chuckle joined by Trixie. Both happy at the Gazer's fate.

" GUYS!", Acula shouted, showing both middle fingers to everyone, "It's not my fault! It was that goat pedo traitor and her wise ass little green cat friend!"

"You mean the short Karmaitachi? I, surprisingly, agree. She was indeed one of the more cunning among his group and one of the fiercest opponents I ever faced.", Madoka acknowledged clutching her fist to her heart, accepting her defeat by the Karmaitachi's hands.

"I understand what you mean. She and her sister were two of the most challenging opponents I had had up until that point. It was a privilege to face such warriors.", Ranka spoke with a calm but proud tone as Nikami looked at her with admiration.

"WHY are you two sucking the dicks of the people who KILLED you?! YOU should have killed that damn Karmaitachi first chance you had and YOU should have made absolutely sure she was dead instead of letting PHYSICS do the work!", Ember stated in irritation, pointing an accusatory finger at each of them, "They were the ENEMY! They stood in our way of the nightmare and should have killed that BIZZELL bastard when we had the chance!"

"Who had the first chance though?", Acula inquires, genuinely curious.

"I believe that answer goes back to when the problem allllll began. Isn't that right, you worthless fucks.", Wick derisively spoke, looking at Gangster Reynolds and Fat Bastard who had been suspiciously quiet most of the entire time.. The former wearing and irate scowl, arms crossed with fuming rage as he glanced at his partner next to him.

"Y-You know…when I was—", Fat Bastard tried to defend himself before being swiftly interrupted.

"SHUT THE FUCK BILL! SHUT THE FUCK UP! THIS IS ALL BECAUSE OF YOU! WHY. DIDN'T. YOU. SHOOT. HIM?! WHY?!", Gangster Reynold shouted at the overweight man, letting all his rage out.

"H-He was just too fast! I didn't–"

"Too fast?! HE WAS TIED UP! YOUR FATASS COULDN'T KEEP UP WITH A TIED UP NEGRO?! YOU–", Reynold facepalms rubbing his head about to have a breakdown from sheer stupidity, "Swear to…you gonna make me have a STROKE if I don't kill your ass again!"

"Yeah, good luck with that dumbass.", Vernal mocks with a smirk.

"Wait, CAN we actually die again?", Azaeli asks curiously to the two armored men.

"Technically, no. If you're killed in anyway be it by another sinner or hideous monstrosity wandering the depths, you kinda just…respawn…with ALL the memories of the pain.", Trixie answers before either of the men get a chance, cringing with a dark, malign tne and glare at the memories of her , and her lover's countless deaths in the depths.

"Yeesh, do I even wanna know?", Vernal winces, fearing what they may have experienced.

"You will, eventually.", GMOA remarks cryptically.

"Ok ok, so let me get this straight…I'm dead…because of YOU TWO IDIOTS?!", Azaeli inquires, facing them with a displeased scowl and clenched fists.

"It's our–well, MY fault! If anything it's that damn latino bitch that escaped that night we were transporting to the hideout! No way I could've known she'd run into that motherfucker!", Reynolds contests

"You should have just killed him there and absconded with the merchandise secured.", Mama Rose points out.

"Out in the open, on the 4TH OF JULY, with witnesses and police nearby?! Are you stupid?!", He shouted back prompting Ivan, Elijah, Boris, and Wick to immediately raise up with murderous glares, "I meant ironically.", he quickly retracts.

"So your saying the Devil, who I'm assuming had an enslavement collar on at the time because that's the only way your story makes sense, escaped both of you and COINCIDENTALLY encountered that Caleb human?", Madoka inquires with an eyebrow, "That is either INSANELY bad luck or impeccable circumstance. Either way, you guys are terrible at trafficking."

"Hey, don't talk shit to us! I worked at gas station for ten years and hated it before Mac and I got into the whole Liminal goods business. It was real good and easy money for JUST their body parts! But then Mac suggests we move up to selling live games with those collars he got from a dealer. If I had known it'd end up like I'd have stayed just selling lamia skins!", Fat Bastard stated, trying to plead his case getting mixed but mostly negative reactions.

"And that's your excuse? You just bit off more than you could chew? That's just sad", GMOA replies, unamused and unmoved by the explanation.

"You…fat motherfucker…you trying to say it's my fault this happened to us?", Reynolds coldly questions, glaring his ex-partner right in the eye.

"W-Well I'm just…I'm just saying Mac if we had just stayed doing what we were doing–"

Before Fat Bastard could finish Reynold socks him hard in the mouth, knocking out two of his teeth with a sound reminiscent of smashing open walnuts reverberating through the room. Everyone looks on in surprise by the action as the hefty man staggers to the floor flowing, holding his mouth and hollering with muffled agony into his palms.

"AHHGH! MAC WHAT THE FUCK!?", Fat Bastard wailed, rolling on the floor as crimson liquid spewed his mouth, staining his fingers while Acula and Kulah laugh hysterically

"Hahahaha! Heck of a right hook you got there Ali! If these were bum fights you'd be a literal DEAD ringer!", Acula taunted, pointing and laughing at the man.

"HEY! What did we say about harming others sinners?!", GMOA said in a commanding voice.

"Like I give a shit! You have any idea what all I had to do?! Everything I had to sacrifice to make it all work with other gangs running similar operations?! I HAD to step up and Liminal slaves were big business at the time! Then this sorry sack of shit got the balls to say this is all MY fault?!", Reynolds angrily fumed, pointing at the overweight man looking up with fearful eyes.

The members of Komanda Monstra and Malones look at the man with varying degrees of contempt and condescension.

"Is that your excuse?", Ivan coldly asks.

"What? What the fuck are you talking about?"

"You're really gonna say HE was the only reason you failed at subduing a couple of weakened merchandise? Fuckin'...you damn amateurs sellers are all the same.", Wick chastises standing up facing the irate man, "You get a little taste of that good capital from selling commodities and you end up biting off more than you can chew. This business requires blood to be shed and bodies to be piled if it's going to succeed. If that Devil gave you that much trouble you should have just killed her and sold her parts. YOU should have dealt with that idiot Bissall personally instead of sending YOUR idiot. Make all the excuses you want. The fact is you both were not built for this business. Mere children waving around guns like their tiny cocks in their hands. Vermin picking at scraps in my family's trash. Nothing more.", Wick spoke, each scornful word any stab right into what remains of Reynold's pride.

"You…You don't say shit to me man! You KILLED ME! You fucking shot us both in the head like animals you psycho fuck!", Reynolds shouted, voice almost cracking into a sob, pointing a finger at the gangster.

"And?", Wick responds plainly to Reynolds' shock, "You were a loose end, nothing more. Though…even if Bizzell was not a factor…I would have killed you both anyway and took all your merchandise. They were wasted on you."

Reynolds glares with hateful eyes, fists clenched and breathing heavy. He unleashes a fierce, anguished cry, swinging his fist as hard as he could at the gangster; only for said gangster to skillfully deflect it and counter with a strong jab to his jaw. Wick follows by grabbing and kneeing the man hard in the stomach bringing him down.

"Znay svoye mesto, mal'chik(Know your place, boy.)", Wick contemptuously spoke.

"YOU GET OFF HIM YOU RUSSIAN BASTARD!", Fat Bastard rushes at Wick and swings at him, only for wick to duck then elbow the overweight man causing him to stumble forward and tackle himself on top of Azaeli, pinning her to the floor.

"KYAHHH! GET OFF OF ME YOU FUCKING WILDEBEEST!", Azaeli shouted to the top of her lungs, trying to shove the overweight man away, feeling his repugnant face pressing against her ample chest.

Acula laughs hysterically at the display catching the ire of Carmella and Trixie, remembering the same laugh on the day the latter were eaten alive by Hellhounds.

"I'LL KILL YOU!", Reynolds charged and tackled Wick to the floor, wildly punching him before Elijah and Ivan rushed to his aid. Suddenly, Elijah is quickly met with a haymaker across the jaw by Ember, sending him flying in a wall.

"THAT'S FOR SHOOTING UP MY NEW HOUSE YOU FUCK!", She shouted angrily before turning to Ivan who immediately recoils in fear as she brandishes her claws, "YOU'RE NEXT, ASSHOLE!"

Ivan braces for impact but, before her claws could even touch him, Acula delivers a swift, full bodyweight dropkick to her face sending Ember reeling from the blow.

"Keep your claws off my man, bitch!", she berated, flipping off the salamander who growls, clutching her injured jaw. At that moment of distraction, Camella throws a chair towards the Gazer, who notices thanks to her eye tentacles, and ducks letting it fly overhead slamming into Elijah who tried to pick themselves up, "HA! Missed you stupid chocolate bunn—"

The Gazer was cut off after Trixie delivers a devastating axe kick to her head, slamming Acula head into the floor as the white rabbit scowls hatefully. Acula's head rattles as she feels her ears ringing, severe pain flood her senses as blood flows from her skull. From her tentacle eyes, she could see both wererabbit girls rushing with vicious rage on their faces, eye blood red.

"REVENGE!", REVENGE!"

Trixie and Carmella proceed enthusiastically and angrily stomping the Gazer into the floor as she feebly tries to curl up protecting herself. Ivan slinks away as Kulah, Vernal, and Ember rush the remaining members of the Malones who each make improvised weapons from broken furniture.

"GAH! Disgusting pig!", Azaeli shouts, kicking the obese human away from her, then looks around the violence going on and shoots a murderous glare at Madoka, the ONLY devil in the room, "YOU! I"LL KILL YOU!"

"The FUCK did I do?!", Madoka shouted in confusion as the angel jumped at her, preparing to fight..

The entire room quickly turned to rage-fueled chaos.

"Should we intervene yet?" SAM asked, GMOA not liking the situation.

"Honestly, I was gonna let them go at it as long as-", He responds but was cut off when a stray glass shard launches towards his head but his armored arm reacts to grab it, protecting him, "And there's the breaking point. Shall we?", GMOA asks as his armored hand vaporizes the shard in blue flames.

"Yes. How about you, Agnes, you ready?". SAM asks, playfully tapping his armor as the breast plate vibrates in response.

GMOA and SAM's armored bodies radiate with menacing red aura and pulsating black lightning. They snap their fingers causing their armor to fly off revealing their immaterial shadowy black humanoid bodies with only their demonic red visible. The metal pieces of their armor transform into large black chains and collars that clamp tightly around the necks of all the sinners. All of them immediately cease their actions, bodies going stiff and lifeless, the surrounding painted pitch black. Both auditors shapeshift, changing into colossal imposing horned, shadowy humanoid figures with fiery red eyes, dwarfing every one of the sinners to where they could hold them in their palms like insects. The gangsters and assassins feel overwhelming fear flooding every nerve in their bodies.

"DO WE HAVE YOUR UNDIVIDED ATTENTION NOW?!", both auditors spoke, their voice roaring like Kentucky thunderstorms and fiery boring deep into theirs like daggers.

Not a single one spoke, not that they could at this point but both auditors could sense their hostility had completely vanished—at least on the surface—now replaced with utter terror and dread but also compliance.

At that moment, the auditors reshape themselves back to relative human size as the environment returns to normal. The room and the furniture are all instantly repaired as if the sinner's squabble never happened. The same sinners are each placed back in their seats with stiff, deathly pale faces and eyes full of unremitting fear as both auditor's armors return to them, covering their ethereal forms.

"Thanks honey.", GMOA spoke as his armored arm nuzzles his chin, "Hmm, I think we might have overdone it a little. Wanna take a little break until they snap out of it?", he says looking around the pitiful state of the sinners as he glanced at his fellow auditor.

"I love you so much Agnes!" SAM practically yelled as he brings his arms into his suit to pull female figure inside against his body as the two falling into a lustful haze.

"I'll take that as a "yes". Oh!", GMOA expressed, feeling the codpiece of his armor shifting as what felt like a delicate pair of feminine hands massaging his loins as female figure gave a seductive smile, "Hehehe, alright let's take a ten…maybe twenty break."

"Thirty!" SAM yelled in pure pleasure

Both auditors' bodies combust with blue flames as they teleport to an unknown location leaving all the sinners in their vegetative state.

…Session 4: Depression…

After some…special time alone with their sentient armor confidantes, the auditors later returned to find all of the sinners returning to their senses; some quicker than others as Elijah and Nikami appeared to still be in their fear-induced trances. Before waking, they decided to take extra precaution to deter them from further discorce.

"So how is everyone?"

"T-that…was horrible. The worst ANYTHING i've ever experienced and i've had to chop off my own arm one to stop Bunyip venom from spreading. Remember that, Trixie?", Kulah inquires.

"Yes. I had to sow your arm back on while reminding you that bunyip are NOT venomous.", Trixie bitterly spoke, recoiling at the memory.

"So this is it? Is that what the rest of our eternity is going to be like? THIS is what all our struggles have built up to?", Ember feebly spoke, her voice cold and hollow with her shoulders slumped in defeat.

"Well, more or less, but that little display was because you all were getting a bit too rowdy. We're still determining WHERE you each deserve to be so let's finish up this process. Kay?", GMOA replied putting on a chipper tone much to some of their annoyance.

"Does it really matter where you throw us in here? Hell is hell isn't it?", Acula questions, equally saddened at the reality dawning on her.

"Technically, but still necessary we go through this process. We don't make the rules, we just follow and enforce them.", SAM replied casually.

"Boris, shut the fuck up. Don't antagonize these guys anymore.", Ivan interjects, not wanting to experience their torturous retaliations.

"And what the hell is your problem? You're really going to kowtow to these armor plated pizdy(cunts)?"

Ivan shoots an incredulous glare at the man, "Are you serious right now? Do you have ANY situational awareness at all? Tch, no, of course not. You're too focused on what you want to see and blind to everything else. I'm surprised nobody stabbed you in the back decades ago.", Ivan remarks much to Boris' discontent and Ember satisfaction after learning that her sweet Hush ended the man's life so brutally.

"If we want to be technical, he was killed by–." SAM tries to interject but was cut off.

"FUCK YOU! AND YOU Neblagodarnoye der'mo(Ungrateful shit)!", Boris stated, "You realize how much I have stuck my neck out for YOUR family?! For Valeria?!", he says looking at Mama Rose, using her given name, as she turns to him with a serious gaze.

"Yet, look where we are. We're fucking dead! And for what? A fucking Centaur?!", Ivan emphasized, throwing his hands up.

"That is NOT our fault! It was that Bizzell FUCK! If he had never come into our lives we–"

"Would probably have been toppled by another criminal organization? Thus perpetuating the cyclical but volatile tedium of undermining judiciary law for high monetary gain?", GMOA interjects, raising a few eyebrows.

"What?", Vernal raises an eyebrow.

"Apologies, he mostly dealt with lawyers before being assigned to sinners like you. Sometimes it shows when we discuss organized crime.", SAM points out.

"Wait, the lawyers OF hell or the Lawyers GOING to hell?", Madoka asks.

"There's a difference?", Acula joins in.

"Anywho! What I'm trying to say is you guys REALLY need to take accountability for yourselves. Maybe then you wouldn't have as many regrets.", GMOA emphasized, pointing to each one of them.

"Regrets?! Don't make me laugh spector! I was a member of the most feared organization, endless supply of capital, and all the pussy I could fuck. I have no regrets except for not killing that man.", Boris replies.

"Well speak for yourself, fatass!", Trixie retorts, trying to rise from her seat but was stopped by a black chain stabbing into her spinal cord, sending a small ripple of pain in her body, "Ghh! You may have been comfortable being a sex trafficking piece of SHIT but my girlfriend and I had dreams! We wanted a life that didn't consist of constant bloodshed, sleepless nights on scouting missions, and a shitty shower with only COLD water dammit!"

"Oh, boo hoo. The rabbit has cold wet fur.", Wick mocks.

"You can shut up! You're no better than him!"

"Trix…sweety, it's O–", Carmella tries to calm her lover down.

"NO, Carmella, it's NOT OK! We were supposed to be done with ALL of it! What about our shop?! What about our home together?! What about our FAMILY?!", Trixie berated, her voice cracking and tears flowing more and more for their shattered dreams. Carmella pulls her into a comforting hug, petting her ears.

"W-What are you two talking about? W-Were you planning on leaving our group?", Ember inquires, hurt but curious as were some of the others.

Carmella looks at her, seeing the others expectant gazes, and sighs lethargically, "Yes, we were. We had been for a long time but the incident with the lamia target…that was it. I would've died if Trix didn't treat my wounds in time."

"And you just decided not to tell us?!", Kulah asks, incredulously.

"How could we? You already knew what Satella was like."

Ember and the others went quiet, understanding exactly what she meant. The vampiress' policy on traitors combined with her pride for her species made it difficult to communicate intentions in their group. If she suspects they'd be abandoning them, her first instinct would be to ensure NONE of her team's secrets get out to anyone…by any means.

"What was your plan? Leave a group of assassins and hope you can score a retail job or something? That ain't how it works, Carme", Vernal dubiously remarks.

"No but we planned on starting our own yoga studio.", Carmella says.

"Yoga studio?", Ranka spoke, raising an eyebrow.

"Y-Yeah, we always wanted to start our own yoga studio. I look great in yoga pants.", Trixie sniffled.

"She does.", Carmella confirms with a smirk, getting a few odd looks from the others.

"Along with having a cute daughter or five, we could raise together, watch them grow up celebrating birthdays and special occasions, and growing old together. To do all that, we first needed money. Lots of it and what we made on jobs just wasn't enough. So…"

"So you decided to steal from me.", Mama Rose spoke plainly, not really caring for their reasons.

"We didn't steal from YOU! We just took back the rest of the cash your drug dealers scammed us out of. We did our job in keeping those ICEP agents off their tails! We DESERVED more! Our entire team deserved MORE than what you gave us for our work!", Carmella shot back at the old woman as Ember, Kulah, and Vernal voiced their agreement.

"Such wasteful trivialities. Do you think animals like yourselves are anything special? I could have hired any number of HUMAN killers to protect my supply line. You and that bloodsucking bitch of a leader happened at the right time when the country was flooded with you creatures. You should have been grateful for what you were given and, if not, LEFT and forged your own way with that "yoga" plan. You CHOSE to stay. You KNEW who I was. Your deaths are your own, so own them.", Mama Rose coldly spoke as both rabbits glared at her hatefully.

"All we wanted…was a peaceful life and a family. You took that away from us!", Trixie tearfully insisted.

"Honestly, sounds to me you guys could have had that while still under her payroll. Shit, I made it work for the most part", Azaeli pointed out, arms folded.

"Nobody asked you! We wanted a quiet, HONEST, bloodless living! You have no room to talk considering how much money you made helping them ENSLAVE and sell our kind!", Trixie angrily shot back.

"Yeah, can't argue with that. I got rich selling the tools most of my kind 'forbids' the use of nowadays even though we MADE them to punish devils and other heretics for their crimes. Fuckin' hypocrites."

"So I'm guessing you don't have any regrets either?", SAM raises an eyebrow.

"Regrets, huh?", Azaeli pauses for a moment looking at the auditor, then glances away thinking about her former life in her congregation. Her snow-white wings; just like her mother's. The games she played with her mom as a child. Happy, ignorant times when she didn't know how the world worked. Then remembers the day she threw it all away for her freedom. She abandoned her home, family, and culture; throwing herself into an undeworld she thought was hers to take. Never imagining how much of her it would devour. She takes a deep breath fighting back tears, "No, if I had a choice to be poor and pure or rich and fallen…I'd rather be rich. Oh but…I do regret ONE thing."

"What's that?", GMOA asks

"I very much regret the incompetence of my employers.", Azaeli coldly remarks, shooting a glare at Mama Rose.

"The feeling is mutual."

"Since we're talking about regrets, guess mine would be…never truly falling in love. I always wondered what that'd be like to, ya know, be monogamous and shit", Vernal solemnly spoke, getting the others' attention.

"Wow, you've never been in love? Heh, sucks to be her. Right babe?", Acula Ivan's hand, who quickly withdrew.

"Get the fuck away from me."

"Ok…"

"Yeah, I get whatcha mean V. Don't get me wrong, the boy toys we brought home were fun but I wish I could've found a permanent mate. Or at least, full-time dick slave we could share. I planned to make that Bizzell guy mine but…didn't quite work out. I think that's my biggest regret; NOT riding him when I had the chance.", Kulah remarked with a shrug to which Vernal nodded and a few others looked confused.

"That can not…POSSIBLY be your only regret.", Madoka skeptically spoke.

"Yeah, what's up with you guys and that human anyway? Do you have a love-hate boner for him because HE and his band of sluts killed a good chunk of us?", Acula joins in.

"It was just a missed opportunity to see what that dick could do. You see how hard those bitches were fighting for him! No way a girl would throw herself at a warrior like me if the sex was terrible.", Kulah proposed.

"Well, maybe it wasn't just sex. What if they just loved him? I know I would fight to the death for my sweet little sugar bunny.", Carmella spoke, nuzzling Trixie's neck affectionately prompting a giggle from her, "Though, I kinda agree. If those girls had enough resolve to beat YOU guys, clearly that human was doing something right."

"So right that it made one of them ERASE our leader from existence?", Ranka contested.

"Hey, love is a hell of a drug.", Carmella remarks with a shrug.

Madoka looks at them pensively at those words then looks at her own hands, remembering what she had to do in the name of her love. She wondered if, maybe, it could've been different. Maybe the two of them could have abandoned the clan and lived together. She, his personal kunoichi and wife. Instead, she'd spend eternity with that regret.

"Great, you lesbo sluts are sounding like the pedo goat. Speaking of, any chance you know if she is down here too?", Acula inquires, catching the other Malones attention.

"If she was, don't you think she'd be among the rest of you sinners? She was a criminal like you all, right?", GMOA raises an eyebrow.

"Hmph, more or less. She did her job so long as we held up our end of the bargain. Too bad she decided to betray us when it mattered most.", Mama Rose replies, still upset at the baphomet's actions.

"I guess that means she's still alive after all of that? Her and that damn Karmaitachi midget?", Ember asks, sounding quite displeased then scoffs, "Tch, whatever. I'm sure people like them will be here at some point. Right?"

"Eh, maybe. I'm an auditor not a judge.", GMOA casually shrugs then shifts the subject, "I'm guessing failing to kill them is one of your biggest regrets?"

"One of, yes, especially the Karmaitachi and her sisters. Biggest? No. My number one regret is not protecting my family BETTER than I could have. Not a day goes by where I think: Maybe we should have fled our land. Maybe I could've been stronger. Maybe this fire-obsidian-rich land isn't worth our lives. Maybe this, maybe that. It doesn't change what happened. I truly lost everything in the end.", Ember somberly spoke, her tone shifting as Mama Rose observes her inquisitively, "Despite all of that, I'm grateful for Satella. She picked me up from my lowest,; a beat up, failure of a woman and gave my life purpose again and I met sweet Hush."

"That, I can certainly agree to. She seemed to have a habit of finding us at our lowest.", Ranka remarks with a smirk, remembering her younger days as a mercenary being severely injured and surrounded by an enemy Dragonewts but was saved by Satella cutting them all down with relative ease.

"Can't say I was at my LOWEST when we met but I was definitely bored of being the strongest in my tribe. Picking a fight with her that day led me to you guys.", Kulah reminisces at the memory of encountering Satella on a nightly hunt.

"Haaaaoooh, w-w-where am I?! What's going on?!", Nikami sharply inhaled, startling the others, finally released from her deep trance and frantically looking around.

"Heyyy, welcome back to the pity party in hell Nikami. We were just talking about our deepest regrets. Care to join us?", Vernal remarks with a wide snarky grin.

Nikami stares at her a moment, "Put me baaaAAaack.", she whined, begging the auditors to put her back in a trance.

"Mhmm. Interesting.", GMOA completely ignores the fox girl and looks at the assassins with intrigue, "You all seem to hold that vampire in high esteem. Fitting for a creature of her pedigree but for you all it's from a place of genuine respect and not vapid praise."

"Of course! Lady Satella MADE us who we are! This team wouldn't exist without her!", Ember fervently stated as the others wholeheartedly agreed.

"Then I suppose none of you regret following her orders to capture the Nightmare and use its power to take over her syndicate or whatever? I don't know. The reports are a little vague on the details.", GMOA asks, flipping through a large black manilla folder.

Ember and the others look at him inquisitively as did the Malones.

"What are you talking about? Why would…I mean sure we failed but still followed Satella's plan to the very end!", Ranka stated.

"And that plan was?"

"We were going to capture the Nightmare, kill the Bezzell human, and use an enslavement collar on the nightmare to bestow her power onto Satella. We'd then use that power to destroy your entire family and seize control. Then WE'D be in control!", Ember emphatically stated, pointing a claw at the Malones as Boris and Wick glare at her yet Rose was calm.

"Her 'plan', hm? Where would she overthrow MY family? Take over MY empire? By using the nightmare's power…", Mama Rose skeptically said, trying to follow the logic, "That she could not control even with the collar."

Ember, along with the other members of her team look at her questioningly, each of them pondering what she was getting at. Only a few, such as Madoka and Ranka, began to more quickly put together what she was implying.

"What?! What do you mean 'could not control'? My enslavement collars can nullify even the strongest of mana users. I made sure of that!", Azaeli points out, feeling her product being insulted.

"Well, according to our sources, the nightmare she used it is a DIRECT descendant of Oneiori so she naturally had far greater energy to…I guess overloaded the collar?", SAM answers, looking through the black folder as Azaeli is visibly taken. Her mind found it hard to believe such a thing was possible.

"Whoa, that Nightmare thing REALLY has that much power?", Trixie inquires with her former teammates.

"Believe me, we're just as surprised as you are with all this?", Madoka confirms.

"Wait wait, are you saying YOU didn't even know what it was capable of? How were you even sure it had to power to give you an edge over us?", Ivan inquired, confused.

"Lady Satella experienced its power FIRST hand! During a full moon night, one used its power to stop her in the middle of a frenzy! Only a truly exceptional being could even be capable of such.", Ember stated confidently.

"So you're saying the only proof you had of such power…was during carnal desire-fueled haze of insanity? And none of you questioned if maybe it was a little exaggerated?", Mama Rosé pointed out, raising an eyebrow.

Ember and the rest of the pause for a moment in realization.

"Yeah, not gonna lie, the second you said full moon, my brain kinda went 'Uhhh you sure about that?'", Carmella pointed out.

"To be fair, we've seen how much more powerful and relentless Satella herself could be during a full moon so that's also a factor."

"Plus, insubordination towards Satella is like…a death sentence.", Nikami shamefully said.

"We kinda just…drew the conclusion that if someone like her could be made to submit then it must be true. In hindsight, more substantial intel would have been very helpful.", Madoka admitted.

"I mean, Heather managed to make herself useful and provide some info through the Bizzell guy's memories.", Vernal points out.

"But none of it explained the TRUE level of power the Nightmare has. Either she never told him and kept it secret or Heather got distracted and just…forgot to mention it. Both are equally likely scenarios, unfortunately."

"Geez, how much of an airhead is she?!", Acula incredulously stated.

"The bitch had more flier miles than a Canadian goose.", Vernal answers with annoyance.

"So, in short, you guys really were about to overthrow us based on ONE barely legitimate experience?", Ivan stated as the rest of the family looked at each other incredulously.

Ember clenches her fists, feeling the disrespect in their voices and simply would stand for it, "Enough! So what if some bits of information were missing? It doesn't change the fact that Lady Satella ended up being right in the end! We could've used that power to destroy you all and take over your organization!"

"Then what?", Mama Rosé asks.

"W-What do you mean 'then what'?", Ember retorts, confused by her question, "THAT IT! We win! We would be the strongest and most feared group in the territory!"

"What would have been your plan in running the organization? How would improve distribution in certain districts? How would you have restructured the ranks? How would you have convinced Raynell and the others to work under you?"

Madoka and the others looked between each ponderously, realizing most of them didn't have very clear answers.

"Then there's the hush money we pay to keep the DEA and dogs off our trails.", Ivan says.

"And how would you have convinced our constituents to continue doing business with you? I'm sure many would be less than thrilled to work underneath the same creatures they bought and sold daily.", Wick pointed out, leaning back in his chair.

"Well, all that does—", Ember tried to interject.

"Not to mention the Non-human manufactures! You'd have to contend with keeping THEM in check too.", Ivan points out.

"Wait, there are liminal drug gangs too?", Kulah stated, a bit surprised.

"Uh, yeah? Kuls you do realize we've had quite a few humans AND liminal gangs leader targets to eliminate. How do you think these shitheads supply lines grew so quickly?", Carmella asked, raising an eyebrow, gesturing at the Malones.

"You know I know I don't sweat the minor details like that! If someone needs their head smashed open like a melon, I'm your girl.", Kulah heartily stated.

"Hah! I still remember that Gallagher contest we had that one night taking out those Orc amphetamine cooks.", Vernal fondly remembers.

"Gallagher contest?", Ranker asks.

"Yeah, Kulah and I had a competition to see who could blow the most brains out of the target group members that night. I won, naturally but it was kinda close."

"Wasn't that the one where we explicitly needed to get info on their other distributors before killing them? Where I had to do FIVE HOURS of recon to make up for lack of hostages?", Madoka asks, annoyed at the memory.

"Hey, you can't make an omelet with smashing a least a dozen skulls.", Kulah replies with a smirk as Madoka shakes her head.

"YA ne mogu poverit', chto ya mertv, potomu chto eti duraki(I can't believe I'm dead because of these fools)" Rose mutter to herself, rubbing her forehead the stave off a headache

"Why do you idiots think we kept those hounds and this red-eyed monster in our ranks? One was the enforcers the other was the snitch.", Boris gestures mockingly toward Acula.

"Uh, the term is 'informant'. Asshole.", Acula remarks, insulted as she flips him off.

"W-WHATEVER! It doesn't matter how we'd run things! It doesn't matter how much work it would have taken to establish ourselves! It doesn't matter how much HOW MUCH opposition we'd face! NONE of it matters because WE would have figured it out with Lady Satella leading us!", Ember vehemently stated.

"Was she though?", GMOA ponders loudly, doubting her proclamation.

Ember turns to him, glaring with killing intent, "What did you say?"

"Sounds to me like you guys would have been better off building your own empire but, considering who your leader was, that likely wasn't the case."

"Why's that?", Nikami asks, earning a scowl from Ember for engaging them, "I-I'm just curious."

"She WAS a vampire and they naturally have an inclination for high positions of power. You all were clearly dissatisfied with your relatively low positions in this HUMAN criminal empire. Sure, you can say these two being killed by your employer was the 'final straw' but CLEARLY her pride was eating at her more than anything.", SAM stated, pointing between Trixie and Carmella, "In fact, if i'm being honest, this whole thing sounds like Hernan Cortez-type mentality where she saw a rich, thriving empire with plenty of territory and decided to take it!"

"I get it! Why build an empire for yourself, when you can take one from someone else, right? Classic.", Acula remarks with a cheeky, knowing smirk, catching their attention.

"Hey, I heard of that guy when I was a kitten. I thought he was just a ghost story!", Kulah stated in disbelief.

"Nope. He's painfully real…and a fucking weirdo on top.", GMOA grumbles, arms folded.

"Yeah and believe me, the way he looked at Agnes in her 'humanoid' form, like he wanted to strip her down it just made me want to RIP ALL HIS LIMBS OFF THEN THROW HIM INTO ONE THE DEVIL BUG PITS BEFORE THEY CAN REGENERATE! WATCHING HIM GET FUCKED BY THOSE DISERVICEABLE INSECTS FOR ETERNITY WHILE THE DAUGHTERS HE FOSTERED OUT OF UNSIGHTLY UNION WOULD CONTINUE HIS PERPETUAL RAPE AND TORMENT! THEN I'D PULL HIM OUT ONLY TO MAKE HIM WATCH ME AND AGNES MAKE LOVE IN FRONT OF HIM AS HIS EYES FILL WITH ENVY BEFORE DROPPING HIM BACK INTO THE PIT!", SAM, in a very deep, demonic stated with unhinged glee, breathing heavily.

All of the sinners in the room look at the auditor visibly disturbed, some frightened, as the room goes quiet.

G'MOA clears his throat, patting his comrades shoulder to calm him a bit, "Yeah, we reaaally don't like that guy or others like him and that's saying a lot. In a way, it makes me glad your leader's essence was destroyed by her own misguided lust for power."

Ember visibly fumes at their disrespect of her former leader, the woman who gave her life purpose again while the others of the team were pondering their words. Madoka, Ranka and both wererabbits seemed to scrutinize the details the most and, despite also deeply respecting their former leader, they realized the auditors' speculations had some merit to them.

"So you all really decided to do a Cortez-thing?!", Ivan asks with an eyebrow raised in confusion as he wipes the drool from Elijah's mouth.

"Yeah, why were you guys doing a Cortez-thing?", Trixie added, more concerned than confused.

"We are NOT Hernan Cortez!", Ember shouted in irritation.

"Hmm, maybe you're right.", Wick ponders then smirks, "Your sorry lot are more like Cabeza; utter, disgraceful failures."

"Who are you calling FAILURES?!", Kulah shouted angrily as the others looked at him equally as insulted.

"I mean, you guys failed to give many specifics on your 'plan' so it leads me to believe that this Satella either didn't trust you enough with her ambitions or was just WAY in over her head.", Azaeli spoke plainly, earning more ire among the assassins.

"Hell, even those two shitheads might have done a better job of running things than you animals.", Boris mocked while gesturing to Fat Bastard and Reynolds.

"Really? Thanks sir.", Fat Bastard spoke with a small grin.

"Shut your dumbass up.", Reynolds bitterly spoke through clenched teeth.

"Ok."

"Why don't you just admit that conniving bitch you followed like obedient dogs had no idea what she was doing?", Mama Rose coldly spoke as Ember clenches her teeth, growling as smoke wafts from her mouth corners.

"T-That's not true! M-Maybe Satella-sama just believed in our abilities so much she felt she didn't need to explain until after we succeeded!", Nikami stated, trying to defend her leader but then how she sounded; even Ranka gives a skeptical side-eye.

"Well, then she is an idiot.", Mama Rose casually replies as Ember stomps her foot hard on the floor, raising from her seat.

The sound echoing through the room as everyone looks, with a mix of fear and surprise, at the burning flames spewing from every scale and her tail, smoke wafting from her mouth, look of pure hatred on her face. The flames were so hot the chair she sat in began to combust and her teammates had to back away. She glares at the old woman, tears forming but evaporating just as quickly as Rosé simply stares back unfazed.

"How dare you? HOW DARE YOU?! YOU WRETCHED OLD CU–AAGHH!", Ember yells trying to jump up from her seat to tear the woman and her family apart, but is stopped by black chains stabbing into her lower spine and her joints recoiling at the pain surging through her nerves before they yank her back into her seat; now fully reconstructed.

"Haaa, can we PLEASE stop with all the emotional ass outbursts? Fuck, it's like Jersey Shore in here.", GMOA stated, having enough of the inane behavior of the sinners.

Ember clenches her fists in frustration as the flames slowly die down, "I refuse…I refuse to believe it…", she said, eyes clenched as a single tear rolls down her cheek.

Madoka and the others of the team draw in closer to their grieving teammate. Each of them understanding her pain to a certain degree.

"Ok, let's keep things civil and redirect those emotions to completing this session", SAM suggested wanting to keep things rolling.

Madoka and the other glare at them then at the Malone, choosing to relent.

"Fine. Let's just finish this already.", Ranka spoke, listlessly.

"Excellent."

…Session 5: Acceptance…

"Alrighty sinners! We're almost at the end! Or, should I say, the beginning of YOUR eternity! I have to say though, many of you are TOTAL pieces of shit. Not the absolute worst, trust me we've seen our fair share who are definitely much worse then you all, but definitely egregious scum.", GMOA playfully mocks as most of the sinners glare at him in irritation.

"Buuut, before we get to the sentencing, do you have any final words? Pleas of mercy? Realizations of just how crappy you truly were in life? We'll even accept all three if you want.", SAM taunts.

"Yeah, here's some final words: fuck you, you piece of shit!", Elijah stated, having come out of the trance from earlier, "How dare you tell my family to plead for mercy?"

He's suddenly distracted when Ivan touches him on the shoulder and gives a plaintive stare.

"Elijah, please just stop. It's not even worth it anymore."

"What? You can't be serious, Ivan.", Elijah spoke, his bravado faltering seeing his brother's genuine expression.

"I see you're a little more aware of the position you're in. Do you have anything to say for yourself, Ivan Malone?", GMOA questions with a smirk.

Ivan curses under his breath then looks at him, "Yeah, I got something to say.", He stands to his feet. As his didn't appear hostile, the chains did not restrain him, "You call us 'sinners' yet you know nothing of the lives we've. Immortal beings that could never understand what it means to struggle. I know I wasn't the kindest person, I've bloodied my hands more than any man should. I wish things had been different. I wish I could've had the luxury of a normal, quiet life and normal job. Life simply had other plans and we had to comply."

As her spoke, Carmella and Trixie look to each other understandingly while the others listened curiously.

"Are you saying you regret the life you and your brother were offered to join, boy?", Boris says in displeasure as the others of his family listen intently.

"No I'm–"

"An ungrateful fuck? I agree.", Boris cuts him off.

"Boris. Enough.", Mama Rose warns.

"No, Valeria! He clearly doesn't understand what he was given. The sacrifices and bodies we've had to pile to keep our organization afloat among our growing enemies. And here you are talking about a 'normal life'. What does that consist of, hm? Going to college? Getting some stodgy desk job? Having a wife and house or whatever the American swine dream of these days? Don't make me laugh. You should be grateful for what we gave you and your brother.", he finished in a prideful tone as Elijah and Ivan shot vicious glares at him.

"Ooh, you're actually going there, Boris? You might end up hurting Elijah's feelings.", Wick chimes in, sensing the growing tension.

"Screw off! You too, Boris! You have nothing to say about being grateful when your entire life was carried on the success of mother and grandfather! You were nothing more than a drunken swine that stumbled back into her husband's life to cash in old promises.", Elijah spat viciously.

"At least I am a true Malone unlike you and your weak brother. Valeria should have left you both in the filth she found you!"

Elijah and Ivan felt a surge of anger at being reminded of their lives as orphans in their home country before being taken in by the family.

At that moment, right as they were raising up to face the man, Mama Rose slaps Boris hard across the face, almost knocking him out the seat much to everyone's surprise.

Boris looks up, holding his face seeing Mama Rosé enraged face, eyes so sharp and vicious. All the while the black chains dug into her spine and joints yet she didn't do much as scream, ignoring the agonizing pain. The display unnerved the others, even the auditors.

"Nikogda ne govorite tak s MOIMI synov'yami. Ili ya ub'yu tebya snova(Never speak that way to MY sons. Or I will kill you again.)", She venomously strained out, visibly quivering from the chain's influence before calmly sitting back down, leaving Boris stunned for a moment. She then looks at her sons with a solemn expression and they both nod to her in assurance.

G'MOA takes a second to recompose himself then says, "Ok, clearly there was a bit of miscommunication–"

"Ohoho, NOW you want to show some respect.", Mama Rosé cuts him off then halfheartedly waves her hand, "Continue. Let's finish this farce already."

"Gladly. As I was saying, I understand you all had your own lives and your own choices that led who you've become. That does not absolve you from the influence you've had on others because of your actions. Whether it's a misguided mission for power and respect requiring the substantial bloodshed of others, running a thriving underground business off the suffering of non-human species and hard amphetamines destroying regular humans, living a life of freedom and wealth at the cost of divinity, or simply just a desire to live your lives as how you saw fit, it makes no difference in the end. You're each here for a reason.", GMOA spoke, looking between each of them as they each wore contemplative or doleful expressions.

"So, have you made your judgment on where we belong in this place?", Azaeli listlessly inquires.

"If you haven't, I would prefer if you just send me straight to Oblivion instead of delaying it anymore. I already know I deserve it." Madoka spoke, resonating with what awaits her.

"Madoka…", Ember utters drearily.

"Like we said earlier, your place had already been decided before you even entered this room. However, if you all want we can tell you where you're each going.", SAM replies, "Also, while I can respect accepting what is to come there's just one thing to clarify. You, Madoka Nakajima, are not being sent to Oblivion."

Madoka looks at him surprised, "W-What?"

"You will be sent to Pandemonium as per the rules of Chaos.", GMOA informs, tapping a page in his folder

"T-That can't be right. I should be going to oblivion. I DESERVE to be sent there! " Madoka said in disbelief.

"I don't get it. Is it as bad or worse than this Oblivion thing?", Kulah questions.

"Yeah, what's the difference where you get tortured at?", Vernal asks.

"P-Pandemonium isn't a place of torture. It's the home of ALL Chaos-Born. A sanctuary for those who embody the Seven Principles and dwell in chaotic bliss and loving depravity for eternity.", Madoka answered, her body trembling, not understanding what was going on.

"Wait, so it's basically…heaven for devils?!", Ivan expressed as several others looked at the kunoichi in astonishment.

"Ok, I'm gonna say what everyone's thinking. What the fuck?! I thought we were all gonna be punished and tortured!", Acula stated.

"Agreed! If anyone deserves to suffer for eternity it's that fucking devil trash!", Azaeli berated pointing at Madoka

"Clearly you haven't been listening to what we were saying. You ALL had been judged, we didn't say what the verdict was or how they were judging you." SAM clarifies to them.

"So is anyone else here going there because I got to say I'm pretty chaotic." Acula asks as everyone looks at her incredulously, "What? That place doesn't sound like a bad deal."

"Ohh, believe me, we know. Don't worry, we'll get to you.", GMOA hauntingly spoke, his voice carrying a sinister malice that shook the gazer to the core. Something about his tone seemed disturbingly personal, "Now then, the Malone family."

Mama Rosé and the rest of her family look at the auditors. The old woman wore a steadfast expression preparing to accept what is to come. Ivan and Elijah appeared more nervous yet chose not to show it for their mother's sake. Wick simply stared at the two auditors with a mix of intrigue and contempt. Boris gulps but takes a deep breath to steel himself.

"Given the nature of your sins, you will all be sent to Violence Circle of Hell. Fitting for a group of murderous criminals. There you will be torn apart by vicious wild beasts every single day and you're repeatedly bathed in the smoldering blood rivers of Phlegethon. Hope you were vegan in life because those Minotaur are piiiissed.", GMOA says in a playfully wicked tone, "By the way, the other grunts of your organization are already there."

"I was wondering why it was only the four of us.", Wick commented.

"Except for you Boris it seems you're being sent to… Oh lust Circle where you will be made into a toy of lust just like you did to those you had under your control. Normally, as it's only the second circle, it wouldn't be as bad buuut your torture has been tailored ESPECIALLY for you. You will be violated by ravenous beasts of lust, male AND female everyday. You'll be driven mad with desire NEVER able to release it. All the while, harsh winds constantly tear against you, dragging you from mountains to valleys filled with hordes of other depraved, lust-maddened sinners who will immediately tear at your body in a vain attempt to relieve their pent up agony.", SAM explained as Boris stared at him in utter horror.

"Honestly, that sounds WORSE than what they got.", Ranka remarks plainly.

"Yet fitting.", Carmella points out to which the tiger woman nods.

"So are you sending them to their well-deserved torment now or what?", Trixie coldly added, arms folded in contempt.

"Hey! Fuck you, rabbit!", Elijah flips her off.

"Not yet. There's something we need you both for a little later.", SAM replies, earning confused looks.

"What could you possibly need both our groups for?", Mama Rose inquires, suspicious.

"You'll find out."

"As for you, Azaeli…", GMOA says turning towards the fallen Angel who immediately tenses up, "Considering your crimes against other species, your involvement in their business and abandoning the faith of your species for the worship of earthly pleasure. You will spend eternity in the Greed Cycle of Hell. Fitting for an entitled, racist that spent lavishly and foolishly chased after monetary wealth that ultimately added up to nothing. You died alone AND penniless."

At those words, Azaeli could feel her heart shattering into pieces, more than it already has. It was indeed true that she lived only for herself, accruing the wealth and prestige she believed was rightfully hers. Regardless of how it was made. Yet, despite her freedom and seemingly endless income, she had no one in her life. Sure the humans would praise her, show her respect but that was for WHAT she was, not who she was. She barely had friends, pets, or even a romance partner. She doubted even her own parents would have shed a tear when she died by that point. There were days she'd look at human couples or even human-liminal ones with envious disgust. It stung her deeply knowing she died and would spend the rest of eternity with her virginity fully intact. The only solace she had was that none of them would ever know.

"Oh, you forgot, she also died a virgin!", SAM tauntingly, much to their shock.

"WHAT?!", Kulah, along with Acula, Vernal, Elijah, and Wick stated simultaneously in pure surprise.

"MOTHERFUCKER!", Azaeli shouted aggressively, humiliated as half the room burst into laughter.

"Damn! And I thought PEDO GOAT was dry as saltine crackers down there but clearly you're Death Valley compared to her!", Acula heartily chuckles at the Angel's expense.

"What POSSIBLE excuse could you have for not getting stuffed at least once?! You had those humans kissing the ground you walked on! You would have had a buffet of human dildos if you asked! You stupid!", Vernal mocks with taunting laughter.

"Wait, Nikami, you still got your V card too, right?", Kulah jeers, nudging the inari.

"I'm already dead and going to hell! Leave me alone!", Nikami whined.

"Hahahaha, aw thank you Azaeli! At least we can laugh our way to hell!", Elijah slaps his knee as Boris and Wick boisterously chuckle and Ivan snickers to himself. Even Rose found it amusing

Azaeli visibly fumes, body trembling and veins bulging on her forehead in sheer rage. She turns to SAM with murderous intent in her gaze the charges him.

"I'LL KILL YOU!", she shouted.

"Yeah, shut the fuck up.", GMOA remarks casually snapping his fingers as a larger glowing yellow portal spewing golden flames open right in the charging angels path. She could see horrifying sight of people being dunked into molten gold, buried in mountains of golden to the point of suffocation, and horrifying humanoid blob monsters whipping sinners like cattle. All the while their screams and groans of agony full her senses as she falls inside with her own anguished scream, quickly drowned by the other sinners. GMOA sticks his head in and shouts, waving joyously, "ENJOY YOUR ETERNITY!"

The portal immediately closes leaving the others in the room stunned as they are reminded where they are.

"Oh fuck. At least she gave us a good laugh in the end. Miserable bitch.", Trixie remarks.

"I always love it when you're ruthless.", Carmella saucily spoke, nuzzling her girlfriend's neck.

"Both your priorities are questionable.", Madoka comments.

"Alrighty, next on the chopping block, you two ugly ass bastards.", GMOA said, looking right at Fat Bastard and Gangster Reynolds causing them to tense up fearfully, "You will both spend eternity in the Fraud Circle of Hell. Specifically, the sector called 'Bolgia #9', which is fully reserved for hypocrites, thieves, falsifiers, and all manner of divisive individuals. Quite fitting for ICEP impersonating scum like you."

"That doesn't sound too bad given what we heard so far." Fat bastard said optimistically thinking they might get off easy

"Oh, it's actually worse than the violence circle. So, so much worse! You're chased by crooks and thieves everyday, burned by flames constantly down do your bones, all the while listening to the nonstop ramblings of politicians, pyramid schemers, people who thought up and supported NFT's, and that one guy bothering you at the gas station for spare cash while selling a big get-rich-quick idea, all at once every second of the day.", G'MOA replies as the overweight man optimism quickly implodes replaced by despair.

"You had open your wide fucking mouth, didn't you?" Gangster Reynolds bitterly remarks then looks at GMOA, "Can I please go to another section?"

"No. It's decided."

At that moment, Fat Bastard falls down on his knees with tears in his eyes, "Lord, I ask you to please forgive me for everything I've done…"

The room suddenly starts violently shaking like an earthquake as the others try to stabilize themselves.

"Awww shit! We got another PRAYER! Einheijar!", GMOA extends his arms as the armored vambrace flies off, along with the rest of the arm.

"SERIOUSLY, you REALLY should stop! Trust us it will not end well for you OR ANY OF US if you don't!", SAM stated as his armor did the same.

"Lord you are my shepherd, guiding us with all know way smiting all evil before me Almighty G–Ahhhh!", Fat Bastard is immediately silenced when both metallic arms grab him by the neck, choking him while lifting him up in the air. He flails his legs trying desperately to free himself.

GMOA snaps his fingers again opening up a large circle spewing auburn flame gush forth. At that moment, several deeply charred human hands reach out grabbing the overweight man's legs as he kicks his leg desperately. All the while he could hear the voices saying things like, 'Be your own boss', 'Vaccinations are anti-democracy and should be strictly relegated to minorities!', 'Hey, I have an excellent investment opportunity. Have you heard of NFTs?', 'Personalized meme headstones! Give you loved ones a laugh after you're gone!'..

At that moment, G'MOA's metal arm releases the obese man letting fall in with a terrified scream as all the hands smother his whole body. Reynolds looked on in sheer terror and shook his head not wanting to be surrounded by them forever. He then feels something tap his back, making him visibly jump, turning to see GMOA's armored hand waving at him before making a fist and uppercutting him. The force sends him tumbling backwards into the portal as more hands grab him, their fiery fingers burning into his clothes and flesh. All while hearing stuff like, 'As Florida governor, my fear is that the whole island will become so overly populated that it will tip over and capsize', 'What's it gonna take to get you to buy today?', 'Sup blood, can you spare ten dollars for gas? I just got laid off and my house burned down on my daughter's birthday—'.

"NOOOOOO—!", Reynolds cries in agony before the portal closes up and GMOA's armored hand flies back to him and reattaches itself.

"Nice one, sweety.", he says as his arms move on their own, caressing his cheek.

"Wow, I almost feel kinda bad for them.", Nikami spoke.

"Don't weep for the foolish Nikami. You'll be crying all day.", Ranka advises.

"Alright, moving on, Komanda Monstra.", GMOA addresses Ember and the rest of her team, "Hmm, well your case isn't as cut and dry. Kulah and Vernal DEFINITELY belong in the Lust Circle."

"YEAH!", both stated simultaneously, high-fiving each other before realizing what they were high-fiving to, "Wait…"

"Ember has been sentenced to the Wrath Circle–"

"FUCK. YOU.", Ember cuts him off sticks her middle claw up at him with a vicious scowl.

"Self-explanatory. Nikami would have just gone to Limbo but because of her murder of a…Richard Underwood she'd likely go to Violence with the Malone family.", GMOA read from his notes.

Nikami was taken aback in shock then looked at the Malones, seeing wick smile deviously at her, sending a chill up her spine.

"Please! No! Don't send me with them! I want to go wherever Ms. Ranka is!", Nikami pleaded with the auditors much to the tiger woman's surprise.

"Nikami…"

"Ah, that would be Limbo then.", SAM points out, "Despite her murderous profession, Ranka never truly had any malice in her heart present in most murderers. In fact, she has a surprisingly honorable and honest spirit; fit for a SAINT actually. If it weren't for the scores of blood on your hands, you'd likely be up there by now. Damn shame.", he said shaking his head at Ranka as Ember's jaw dropped incredulously.

Ranka casually shrugs, arms folded, "Like I said, I have no regrets. I lived and died as a warrior."

"You know, we're pretty high on the ladder. I can probably put in a good word for you and get you at the pearly gates.", GMOA offered.

"THE FUCK?!", Ember shouted in disbelief and frustration.

"Thank you but no."

"WHAT?!", Ember whips around to her, shocked at her quick decline as was everyone else.

"Ranka-sama, you could get outta this place! You could escape the torture."

"Yes, but if it means leaving the last comrades I had in life, I'd rather not. Regardless of what our deaths truly meant, I'd rather be together with you all as Komanda Monstra. If they burn, then I shall burn as well.", Ranka honestly spoke much to the surprise of Ember and the others.

Nikami stares at Ranka with tears running down her face in pure amazement and adoration, "Ranka-sama. RANKA-SAMA!", Nikami jumps at her, hugging and nuzzling the tiger woman to her surprise, balling into her soft fur, "I love you, Ranka-samaaaa!"

Ranka looks down awkwardly but gently hugs the sobbing multi-tailed fox, petting her head.

"Heh, you're really a proud warrior to a fault.", Ember lightly chuckles, thinking back to the type of warrior she used to be instead of a remorseless assassin the world made her into.

"She's always been like that. Doesn't make her wrong though. We are a team.", Carmella points out, pulling Trixie close, getting a delighted squeak from her.

Madoka, after silently pondering to herself, weighing the possibility of getting to see her former lover again. However, the more she looked around at her comrades, the more she thought about every mission, every headache, every pleasant experience she's had among this ragtag group of weirdos. She started to realize, despite everything, they were the closest she had to a family.

"I would like to go there as well. I already said I didn't deserve to be in Pandemonium.", Madoka said, surprising the others.

"Madoka? You too?", Ember questions.

"Yes, as much as I don't want to admit it, I'd probably get tired of it. My kind are pretty far removed from other devil species. Kindly send me to Limbo."

Kulah and Vernal looks at each other and nod understandingly.

"Fuck it, send us there too. Can't be that bad right Trix?", Kulah asks

"Ehhhhh. I mean we haven't been to any other circle to compare it so..", Trixie makes a weighing motion with both hands, uncertain.

"Well, it don't matter. So long as we're together right?"

"And the best part, Heather won't be there with us!", Vernal stated emphatically as Kulah and the rest all voice their agreement and appreciation at not having to deal with the obnoxious ghost girl for eternity, "So how about it, Mr. Auditors?"

"Haven't you been listening? We can't just— SAM started but GMOA stops him by laying a hand to his shoulder.

"SAM, conference."

SAM looks at him then at the sinner before rolling his eyes then snapping his fingers to create a large red soundproof barrier much to the sinner's surprise.

"What is it?"

"Ok, here me out, I know we had this all planned and approved by you-know-who but…I have a better idea."

"Oh for fuck sake…"

"Listen listen, it's worth it, trust me this torture will be far worse than if they'd be alone. You know how Limbo is, that place amplifies many sinners' worse traits. They'll be together driving each other crazy for all eternity. "

"Really? Hell is other people? You're pulling a Jean-Paul Sarte-style punishment outta your ass? You really think the big boss is gonna appreciate you changing up last minute?"

"Probably not BUT we are his favorite(only) auditors so I'm sure he'll let it slide. Don't worry I'll take most of the heat anyway man."

"Hmmmm but what about THEM they want her to be with her other half and I'm pretty sure they won't be happy if we intentionally kept them apart unless..." SAM said as thought for second as smile appear on his face

"I know that look, what are you thinking?"

"I think I got an idea to make limbo even more hellish for them while making THEM happy or at least assuming he goes for it."

Everyone could see the two auditors talking and see one of them making gestures to the other who nodded seeming to get excited.

"So you think they do foursomes together?" Acula asked

"Alright, then we will pitch it to THEM after we take care of all of them. Though it's probably gonna take a few weeks to hear back a response, we better be prepared to suffer some consequences after we do."

"Don't you mean me?"

"No, WE start this together and we finish it together regardless how it ends you know why?"

"We're dealers in consequences. It's what we do."

SAM smiles at him and snaps his fingers, instantly dispelling the barrier as GMOA step forward.

"So, after careful deliberation we've decided to allow all of you into Limbo."

"Wait, seriously?! Awesome!", Kulah shouted in excitement, high-fiving Vernal and an awkwardly reluctant Carmella.

"Isn't that great Trix? We'll be in the same hell as you guys!"

"Hooray, nothing's changed.", Trixie half-heartedly says with a dubious grin, realizing it's just like when they were alive…but now in actual hell.

"What bullshit shit is this?! Why do they get to choose where they go?", Elijah stated incredulously as the rest of the family agreed.

"They didn't, we did. Besides, it evens out they'll all be in their torment and you'll be in yours. Everyone happily suffers in disharmony together as any other family.", GMOA says with a delightfully sadistic smile, unnerving the other.

"What about me? I do not receive the same as Mama Rose?!", Boris asks, sounding irritated.

"I said 'family'.", GMOA coldly responds as visibly Boris tenses before looking to Rose to back him up. She merely glares at him, much to his shock.

"Well since you are in a generous mood, if the ninja skank's giving up her spot in that chaotic paradise, why don't I take it?", Acula asks with a wide grin then goes over to Ivan, "In fact, why not send me AND my boy toy there? It can be our own little permanent vacation fuck station. Sound good to you Ivan bae?", Acula croons, nuzzling up to him only for Ivan to shove her away.

"Get away from me!"

"What? Hey, come on Ivan babe, stop messing around.", She reaches out to him but he slaps her hand away.

"I'm not your baby! You're nothing more than some useful freak that arrived on our doorstep.", Ivan berated, clearly tired of the gazer's antics.

Acula looks at him in shock the responds, "W-What are you saying? You like having me around. I'm way more fun than those other bitches you guys kept around and my pussy is way better! Why else would you keep coming back for more?", She teased, getting up close as her large red eye bore deep into his.

"You threatened to go to ICEP if I didn't fuck you whenever you wanted.", Ivan bitterly spoke, glaring back with utter contempt much to her and his family's surprise, "I always hated you. You're one of my BIGGEST regrets in my life. You big eyed, slimy abomination!"

"Y-You can't talk to me like that! Tell'em Rosy–", Acula stops herself upon seeing Mama Rosé's malicious expression.

"You threatened…to do what?"

"I-I wasn't serious! It was just…a joke, yeah! I was just saying that to keep him in line.", Acula assures but is met with cold, disgusted glares of her employers. The same look she got when she was an ICEP student and every single host turned her down on the spot. She clenched her teeth and fist in anger, "So this is how it is? After everything I did for your family? All the time finding your targets, locating their bases, finding the best spots to push your drugs. This is the thanks I get for my loyalty to your family?".

"Loyalty? Hahhaaa Loyalty, she says! That's funny.", SAM bursts out laughing, much to the gazer's surprise.

"What the hell is so funny, you armor-plated asshole?!"

"You. You're what's funny if you believe for a fraction of a second that YOU are loyal to anything or anyone. You certainly weren't to them. Either of them actually.", GMOA says, looking at both groups as many wore confused expressions.

"Ok, now I'm confused and that's saying a lot. What are you guys talking about?", Kulah inquired.

"Remember when we told you Caleb Bizzell isn't ENTIRELY the reason most of you died? Well, the answer is actually right here. Behold…her.", SAM comically gestures to Acula, who recoils in shock, "Get it? Like Beholder? Haha, no but seriously it's her fault." SAM tells them in a more serious tone.

Acula takes a step back before noticing that all the Malones and Komanda Monstra look at her with scrutiny.

"What did she do?", Mama Rose asks in a cold tone, her eyes focused on the gazer.

"Simple, while you were making your move to punish the 'traitors' over there and secure the nightmare for yourselves. THIS one was feeding info back-and-forth between you and their leader Satella. She's been effectively playing both sides to pit both your groups against each other."

"While also feeding imprudent lies like the baphomet, Fantina. She NEVER betrayed you and was still working with you. At least until THIS ONE convinced you that Fantina sided with the assassins. You turned on her, costing all your men and SEVERAL innocence their lives.", SAM informs as the Malones and Komanda Monstra flabbergasted and enraged expressions.

"So it was you?! You're the cause of all this?! YOU'RE the reason that nightmare destroyed Satella?!", Ember shouted, her flames blazing as the other stood up in their chairs; equally as furious and wanting to tear her apart. The black chains stab into each of their backs, sending waves of pain throughout their bodies, yet none of them even cared.

The Malones were no better as Mama Rose's sons, grandson, and Boris looked to the gazer with hate-fueled malice radiating around them. Mama Rose herself seethed with rage, her gaze on the tentacle-eyed creature so sharp they appeared the glow red manifesting her bloodlust.

Acula, sensing she was in grave danger, backs away from both groups instinctively seeking refuge from, even to her disbelief but desperation is a powerful thing, the auditors. The two strongest beings in the room glared down at her like an adult would a small child.

"Now, is anyone interested in knowing WHY she decided to do that? To betray all of you? What was her goal that she valued more than your empire and your dreams?" SAM asked in teasing voice to the two group's as Acula goes pale, sweating nervously. A deathly pale compared to her already gray complexion, "Better yet, why don't you hear it from her?"

"W-Wait, let's talk about-" Acula tried to speak only for a metal hand from SAM's living armor to clamp the sides of her mouth, squeezing her cheeks painfully, silencing her.

"Uh uh, no excuses, only the truth. Say anything else BUT the truth and I'll tear your soul apart right here."

"Oh wow, you've managed to piss him off this much. I suggest you hurry up and spill the beans. Now.", GMOA demands, his eyes burning with demonic red flames.

Acula was trapped between a rock and hard place and no way out other than comply with their demands. She clutches the sides of her head in pure frustration and cries aloud, "ALRIGHT, FINE! I DID IT BECAUSE…BECAUSE…BECAUSE I THOUGHT IT'D BE ENTERTAINING! I just wanted to see how things would turn out with you both at each other's throats! I didn't care who came out on top! I just love watching humans and liminals struggling and fighting! At each other's necks like it should be! I GET TO SEE WHO THEY REALLY ARE PAST THE FAKE BULLSHIT! IT'S ONLY THEN WHEN THEY'RE FINALLY BUSTED!", Acula shouted with manic glee.

Mama Rose', her family, along with every member of Komanda Monstra fumed with unbridled, murderous rage.

"Why youuuu! I'm gonna FUCKIN' KILL YOU!", Kulah shouted, baring her fangs and claws.

"Not before me, feline! This little monster has had it coming the longest time!", Elijah shouted, raising up ready to bash the gazer's skull in. Mama Rose' and the others also looked ready fill her with bullets if they had guns.

"Hey, Gamora, Gemini, whatever your fuckin' name is! Let us tear this googly-eyed bitch apart! I'm going to pop her eyeballs like fucking bubblewrap!", Ember demanded from the auditor, brandishing her burning claws as the others, especially Trixie and Carmella, looked ready to tear the gazer to shreds.

"THAT won't be necessary!", GMOA stated in a loud, commanding voice looking down at the gazer, "The decision has long since been made for her."

Acula shudders with a maniacal gaze while putting on a toothy grin, "S-So what? You send me to my punishment huh?! Maybe putting in the Lust Circle or whatever?! I know I loved FUCKING her sons brains out!", she bombastically exclaims, feeling she had nothing left to lose at this point.

"Oh no, we actually have a place for souls like you. Traitorous slime without an ounce of empathy, morality or love just tearing away any semblance of peace for others to satisfy their own perverted enjoyment. Scum like you belong in the lowest circle, Treachery. You in particular will reside in the fourth, and worst, of that circle; Judecca. There you shall be encased in the deepest layer of ice, forever still in eternal silence, body warped beyond recognition. You'll be able to see everything around you, mostly ice, but unable to talk or move. You like being an observer yes? Well, have fun observing nothingness in complete isolation for eternity.", GMOA bitterly spoke, snapping his fingers, creating a portal directly behind the gazer. A gust of freezing cold wind blows from the entrance, causing Acula to shudder violently.

"Y-You can't be serious.", Acula utter, staring down into the frozen, barren wasteland that would be her new home, "Come on, I was just trying to have fun. You like fun right?! We could have fun together the three of us anything you want!", She pleads with a desperate toothy grin.

"Sure, we can have fun.", SAM remarks as Acula smile hopefully only for him to snap his fingers conjuring Mama Rosé's revolver and three bullet black bullets into her hand then creates black chain, wrapping around the gazer arms and legs keeping her still much to her shock, "So, Rosé, care to play a little game of hit the target? You get three shots. "

"Gladly, but I only need one.", Rosé remarks, casually putting one of the bullets in, audibly cocking back the trigger.

"Whoa whoa whoa whoa hey take it easy Rosy!", Acula begged, "Y-You're not really gonna kill me, right?"

"Fool. We're all dead because of you.", Rose scornfully spoke, pulling the trigger and blowing out the large red eye of the gazer. Blood spurts from her skull as the wounds send her falling backwards into the portal. Hey body freezing solid on contact, as a single teardrop falls freezing into crystalline ice along with her blood. The portal immediately closes separating Acula from the rest for eternity.

"Yeah! Bullseye!", Vernal happily as the others agreed.

Mama Rose sighs in relief before looking at the gun in hand, then at Ember and the rest in contemplation. It doesn't go unnoticed by the assassins as they watch the mob boss woman and her family in anticipation ready to fight back if necessary. GMOA and SAM watched curiously as both group stared each other down. Mama Rose thump lay ready to pull the trigger back but, instead, she exhale softly a stuff the weapon into her leather jacket much to Ember and the other's surprise and the auditor's intrigue.

"Well? You going to get this over with or what?", Mama Rose asks with slight impatience.

"Of course.", GMOA approves, nodding.

"Now we normal would send you all off but we need to take care of some paperwork real quick. Be back in a few minutes. While we are gone, maybe use this chance to get some last words in?", SAM suggests.

"We have nothing more to say to them.", Mama Rose replied coldly staring at them liminal assassins.

"Same here. Let's just go already.", Ember chimed in as the rest of her team agreed.

"Alllrighty then. You guys just sit tight and no trying kill each other. You can't even if you tried.", GMOA said in an unhinged, demonic voice before snapping his fingers making him and SAM vanished leaving both groups alone to glare at each other.

Neither group has much of anything to say each other after that as, for the first time, silence befell the room.

A few minutes after banishing the red-eyed troglodyte to the coldest and deepest pit of suffering, and one of the auditors SAM has returned.

"Where your buddy?"

"Oh GMOA is just taking care one last thing to finish this assignment and should be here soon so I will start wrapping my this up." SAM said as he snapped his fingers.

Both Komanda Monstra and the Malones groups now stood at their respective portals to their new homes in hell. Mama Rose along with her sons and grandson stood in front of a blood red, swirling portal leading to the violence circle while Boris stood in front of an orange portal leading to Lust. On the other side, the rest of Komanda Monstra stood in front of a large silver, rippling portal leading directly to Limbo."

"Whoa, so I guess this is it huh?", Vernal says, looking into the portal, "Pretty bleak but doesn't look too bad."

"Oh trust us, it's still definitely hell. We'll be sure to show you guys around and where to avoid the Ropers.", Carmella remarks.

"The fuck are 'Ropers'?", Kulah raises an eyebrow.

"It's…probably best if you don't find out. You'll know one when you see it though.", Trixie said, cringing slightly.

"That tells us literally nothing.", Madoka comments.

"It doesn't matter! Whatever we face in there, we'll face together! That's what Komanda Monstra is all about. Right?", Ember proudly assures the with a smile before the others agreed returning the gesture.

On the other side, Mama Rose and the others peer into the chaotic hellscape filled with vicious criminal fighting and killing each other in manic bloodlust.

"Well, it definitely lives up to the name.", Ivan remarks, sweating a bit nervously.

"No shit! We're really gonna be surrounded by those creatures for eternity?", Elijah says, backing away a little but was stopped by Wick.

"Do not tell me you're running away? I see nothing in there I have not seen before. Whether it's alive or dead, it can still be cut, it can still be stabbed, I can still have fun with it. I intend to show these lokhi(fuckers) what true violence is.", Wick spoke with pure malice in his eyes, unnerving even Elijah.

"He is right. I have killed many in the pursuit of power. That blood is what built our family up from squalor. These pitiful creatures are nothing more than enough fodder as we find our comrades and build our new home.", Mama Rose spoke, looking out over the chaos with fire in her gray eyes and her gun clenched in her jacket.

"Hehe! Even in hell you are still the biggest she-devil here! I wish I could join you in another glorious bloodbath.", Boris chimes in, glancing at the portal before him filled with hordes of monstrous, horny naked women and men with sharp claws and teeth, clawing and hard cock clawing at him to join them.

"Da, looks like you got the short end of the stick eh? Or should say I long? Hahahahaha!", Wick jeered, laughing at his associates' very ironic punishment followed by Elijah joining in.

Boris clenches his fist in anger, "Ty vysokomernaya mat'-(You arrogant mother–")

"Dostatochno(Enough)!", Mama Rose sternly interjects looking between them, "Your services are appreciated, Boris Novikov. I thank you and good luck."

Boris looks at her a moment, unclenching his fists with a sigh, "Eto byla bol'shaya chest(It has been a great honor).

At that moment, GMOA appeared between both groups in a blaze of reddish-black flames getting their attention.

"Ok, everyone, it's been a pleasure but it's time for everyone to make like a deadbeat dad skedaddle! Step on through now, don't make us force you in. Because I will."

Not wasting anymore time both groups step up to their respective portal to a level of hell.

Ember looks right at Mama Rose, who looks back at her, neither said a word nor was there any hatred in their eyes. None of that mattered now. The old woman simply nods to the salamander who reluctantly returns the gesture.

'Haa, I doubt anyone is listening at this point but…please, don't let Hush end up here. She deserves to be happy more than any of us.', Ember silent to who or whatever that would listen.

They each take deep breaths, stepping right through the portals as their groups follow them inside. Boris exhales slowly and takes a step forward only to be grabbed by several large hands dragging him inside as he cries out. All three portals closed completely.

"Well, they certainly were an interesting bunch. What did you think, sweety?", GMOA asks before the armor rips away from his dark gray skin, well-toned, red-eyed form, leaving him in a black and red suit, taking a feminine form of a curvaceous female knight with wide hips and perky nipple-less C-cups. Her body formed with green flesh-like energy as her black and green eyes stared at him with pure love.

"I agree, though we could have ended things sooner if you didn't play with your food again.", Einheijar replies saucily, armored arms folded.

"You too!", spoke SAM's armor before ripping away from his body taking the form of a beautiful woman as well with long white hair going down her back with hourglass figure with D size snow white breasts. Her form takes shape with blue rippling flesh-like energy as Agnes pouted with her black and blue eyes, "We could have been done ages ago if you both weren't fucking around. And you better hope the boss will be fine with you changing the plans last minute!"

"Don't forget that we weren't the only ones who caused a few delays. You choking that feline as if were trying pop her head off.", SAM points out.

"That bitch just needed to keep her hands to herself.", Agnes plainly replies, hand on her hips.

"Hey, come on, he's a patient guy I'm sure he'll understand.", GMOA shrugged, "You guys hungry? I could go for lamb chops right about now. What about you, babe?"

"Huhu, you I'm fine with whatever, love. ~I'm gonna taste it again later anyway~", Einheijar croons while nuzzling her helmet against his neck. The cool metal was pleasant against his skin as was her surprisingly soft but firm chest.

"Hey, did you catch that little prayer the salamander did before she left?"

"Yeah, I heard her. For that mantis girl back on earth."

"You…think the boss will answer it?"

"Eh, who knows? You know how fickle he can be at times. Though, I'm sure he has big plans for her.", GMOA said, looking off into the distant void, seemingly at all the unknown eyes watching them, and winking.

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Me: *kicks legs up on my mahogany desk, reclining back in my chair with bourbon in a glass.* Hehehe, damn right I do. Ain't that right partner?

Sandshrewmaster: Yep, *sips from glass*, I can't wait.

Me: Hope y'all enjoyed that on! It was HELLA fun to write.

Sandshrewmaster: Boooo.

"Eh, it was worth it. Now play that good shit!"

*He pulls a remote and turns on a large speaker.*

***'My mind's by produced by Melv plays***

Cue record scratch

That when music suddenly stops as note appeared as the two looked it over together.

Sandshrewmaster "Looks like we are back for the grind for this one cause it isn't over quite yet."

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… In Limbo, two weeks later…

In a massive gloomy city with several dilapidated buildings, there were a select few occupied by sinners that were in decent enough condition to still carry out their daily lives. In this barely functioning dystopian world to others it was a more peaceful and less chaotic version of Detroit.

We see a large two-story building with large sign that said 'First Step' looking inside the first floor was a yoga studio. On the third floor was just as big as first and had been transformed into a large apartment for Carmella and Trixie.

For the remaining members of Komanda Monstra, they had to make more room for themselves. By killing or kicking the other residents on the other floors. It was hell so who cared about things like morality. Still, they were all packed in tightly, especially when came to sleeping arrangements during first week. Plus, every other day they had to contend with the other creatures and residence of this wretched place.

"FUCKING DAMNIT!" yelled the voice of Kulah as she walked into one of the buildings, covered in red slime, "Do those things EVER give it a rest?! I swear they're coming up with new ways to molest me every hours!"

"I swear they're learning.", Vernal agreed.

"We told you to wear the wet suit. They can't touch what they can't squeeze in to, right bae?", Carmella replies doing yoga stretches in tight fitting black yoga pants that showed off her ample butt making Trixie nod fervently while drooling.

"I fucking hate this. Why can't we tear down some walls and make a few new rooms? Or at least steal some more beds. If I have to sleep on floor one more time I'm going to die" Kulah whined.

"You already dead and we're basically unkillable here as part of our 'suffering'. Besides, it makes no difference to me, I've always slept on the floor.", Ranka remarks lying down as Nikami graciously and happily served her tea.

"If you're upset about sleeping arrangements, then you can check out the perpetually burning building down the road. I'm sure sure there'll be something serviceable to use as bedding", Ember casually spoke, roasting and seasoning a couple of human torsos for dinner and a special fruit and veggie dish for Carmella and Trixie. Turned out produce grew there but was mainly guarded by monstrous ox-like abominations. Emphasis on 'was' considering the large, grotesque severed head Ember mounted on the wall.

"No offense, Em, but none of use are sleeping on hot coals. Sure it's Hell but I've got higher standards.", Vernal dubiously says.

"Well, guess it's time to downgrade, huh V?", Carmella cheekily asks while in butterfly pose.

"Oh shove it and stop pointing that sexy bunny booty at me!"

"That's TIGHT sexy bunny booty to you, Ms. Thang!"

Ember shakes her head as the bickered finishing up dinner, not much different than when they were back on Earth. Still, she'd been stalling a bit on bringing the food out, waiting for Madoka to return. She's been going out a lot recently, apparently keeping watch for enemy sinner. Ember, though, knew better and didn't bother asking. Letting her soak in the realization.

Elsewhere, on top of the building, Madoka could be seen observing the red smoke rising from the partially destroyed city into the crimson sky. She sighs wearily to herself as the gentle, warms winds blew her hair.

"Suddenly, the crackle of flames erupting behind her caught her attention. She turns, surprised to see a pillar of golden fires before her, even more so when it suddenly takes humanoid shape. The flame quickly dissipate, showing human hands, legs, and casual clothes as Madoka stood in shock upon seeing the face of a familiar young Japanese man.

He immediately takes notice of her, eyes wide making sure he wasn't hallucinating, as a smile forms, "Madoka...?"

Madoka was speechless a moment, tears streams down her cheeks upon seeing her former lover, then smiles her first genuine smile in decades.