Prologue
As much as Hell suffers from the purging fires of Extermination Day, Heaven too has its concerns. In recent times, the celestial balance has shifted—devils have begun to amass too much power over humanity.
The lure of forbidden desires, the promise of power or pleasure, had driven countless souls into contracts with the infernal. This growing influence of devils was tilting the scales of existence, threatening to unravel the divine order.
In the hallowed halls of Heaven, the Seraphim convened, their radiant wings stretching wide as they discussed the alarming rise of sin in the mortal realm.
It was no longer enough to contain the infernal scourge to Hell; devils had embedded themselves deep in the hearts of humanity, preying on their lusts and weaknesses. Something had to be done.
The solution was grim but necessary: Earthly Extermination Day.
It was one day a year at night when angels, led by the highest of the Seraphim, descended upon the world under the cover of darkness, seeking out the sinful and the damned.
Their targets were the territories where the Devil's Heirs and Heiresses lived and made contracts with humans.
One of them was Kuoh Town, a nexus of demonic activity where devils, humans, and the supernatural coexisted in precarious secrecy. Devils had planted their roots deep within the town, seducing humans into contracts that further empowered Hell's legions. But tonight, Heaven would strike back.
The angels moved with purpose, their forms shining like beacons against the moonlit sky. Where once they were messengers of peace, they now served as executioners, their orders clear:
Cleanse the streets of the lustful and perverse. Slay the contracted humans, not part of the Devil's peerage. Restore the balance between Heaven and Hell.
Tonight, the devils would learn their place, and sinful humans would feel the righteous wrath of Heaven.
Four of them were a Perverted Trio and a Perverted Glasses as well since they'll make a big splash in Hell; whether it's good or bad is up to them.
A Year Before Canon
Rias sighed deeply, looking out into the moonlit streets of Kuoh Town, the weight of her thoughts pressing down on her.
"Isn't there anything we can do, Sona?" she asked, her voice strained with a mixture of frustration and concern. "I know they're sinful, but they don't deserve to die like this. Some of them are just... lost."
Sona pushed her glasses up again, her eyes reflecting the same burden, though her expression remained composed.
"Rias, we can't interfere. You know that. This was the deal—the New Maou Faction agreed to it," she said, her voice firm but sympathetic. "Once a year, after the Extermination in Hell, the angels come to Earth. They target any human who has given in to sin, who has made deals with devils that aren't part of our peerages."
Rias' eyes narrowed. "But it's cruel. We should protect them."
Sona shook her head. "We can't. In exchange for our safety and the safety of our peerage members, the Maou agreed to these terms. We're untouched, and our peerages remain protected as long as we abide by the arrangement. It's the only way to keep the balance between Heaven and Hell."
Rias clenched her fists, her knuckles turning white. She hated it, every part of it. But Sona was right—there was nothing they could do without breaking the fragile peace that had been brokered.
Flashback
In the grand hall of the New Maou Faction's stronghold, the atmosphere was tense, the air heavy with the unspoken weight of the decision that was about to be made. The Maou of the faction, including Sirzechs Lucifer and Serafall Leviathan, stood before a group of resplendent Seraphim, their wings radiant and eyes cold with divine authority. Michael, the leader of Heaven's forces, stood at the forefront, his expression stoic but resolute.
Sirzechs, dressed in his regal black and red attire, spoke first, his voice calm yet underpinned by the gravity of the moment. "We understand your concerns about the growing influence of devils over humanity. The contracts, the corruption—it's all part of the balance we've upheld for eons."
Michael's golden eyes gleamed, his wings shifting slightly as he responded, his tone unyielding. "The balance has been tipped too far in Hell's favor. Too many souls are being dragged down, too many lives tainted by the desires you prey upon. Heaven cannot stand idly by while your kind continues to poison the world."
Serafall, standing beside Sirzechs, narrowed her eyes, her usual playful demeanor gone. "So what are you suggesting, Michael? Another war? Haven't we already spilled enough blood to last us several millennia?"
Michael raised a hand, silencing the tension that was beginning to bubble over. "We do not want war. But we will act if necessary. The proposal is simple. Once a year, after the Extermination in Hell, angels will descend upon the mortal realm. We will rid the world of those who have succumbed to sin and lust—those who have entered contracts with devils and have strayed too far from salvation."
Sirzechs' jaw clenched. "And what of our peerages? Will they be targeted?"
Michael's gaze softened, if only slightly. "No. Peerage members will be spared, as will any devil protected by their ranks. We will not break the accords of your system. But any human not within your direct care—anyone who has willingly made a pact with Hell outside of your influence—will face divine judgment."
The room was silent for a moment, the weight of the deal sinking in.
"And if we refuse?" Sirzechs asked, his voice low and dangerous.
Michael's wings flared slightly, glowing brighter in the dim light of the hall. "Then Heaven will no longer hold back. If the contracts continue to grow unchecked, we will be forced to intervene, and the peace between Heaven and Hell will collapse. War will be inevitable."
Serafall glanced at Sirzechs, her eyes filled with reluctance but also understanding. The Maou couldn't afford a war—not with so many pieces of their world still fractured from the previous conflicts with the Old Maou Faction.
Sirzechs closed his eyes for a brief moment, contemplating the future. Then, he opened them, his gaze hardening as he faced Michael. "We accept your terms. One day a year, you may carry out your Earthly Extermination. But you will not touch our peerages, nor will you harm any devil who serves under us."
Michael inclined his head. "Agreed. May this arrangement bring balance back to our realms."
End of Flashback
Rias' mind snapped back to the present. She could still picture her brother standing in that hall, making the deal that now left her feeling so powerless. She hated it, but Sona was right. The deal had been made, and tonight, Heaven would descend upon Kuoh Town.
"Do you think the Extermination will reach us here?" Rias asked softly, the doubt clear in her voice.
Sona hesitated for a moment, glancing out into the night. "I hope not. But if it does… we'll be ready."
Issei Hyoudou strolled down the quiet streets of Kuoh Town with his usual crew—Matsuda, Motohama, and Aika Kiryu—laughing and joking around after a long night of watching an action-packed movie marathon. It was late, but the excitement from the movies still buzzed in the air, giving the four friends a burst of energy that made them forget about the hour.
"Man, that last movie was epic!" Matsuda exclaimed, running a hand through his shaved head. "The way that guy took down the whole army by himself? Straight-up badass!"
Motohama, adjusting his glasses, grinned. "Yeah, but did you see the lead actress in that bikini scene? She was a total ten out of ten."
Issei, naturally, chimed in with his thoughts, his eyes gleaming. "I know. That was the best part! They sure know how to keep us entertained. Gotta love those special effects, am I right?" He nudged Matsuda and Motohama, all three of them snickering like the perverted trio they were known to be.
Aika Kiryu rolled her eyes but smirked. "You guys are hopeless, seriously. You spent the whole movie marathon drooling over the actresses. Typical."
Issei shot her a mock, serious look. "Hey, don't act like you weren't looking too. You were the one who picked that marathon, after all."
"Yeah, but I was actually watching the movies, unlike you idiots," Aika shot back, but there was a playful tone in her voice. "Besides, you boys should learn to keep your drooling under control before you drown yourselves."
The group's laughter filled the empty streets, their worries far behind them. Tomorrow was Saturday, so there were no classes no homework—just a weekend of relaxation and fun to look forward to. They were too engrossed in their conversation to notice how still the night had become, how the usual hum of the town had quieted down to an eerie silence.
Issei stretched his arms over his head as they walked through a park, the moonlight casting faint shadows on the ground. "Man, it's a perfect night. No school, good movies, and a nice walk home. Can't get much better than this."
But as they rounded a corner, the air shifted. The temperature seemed to drop, a chill seeping into the atmosphere that hadn't been there before. Aika was the first to notice.
"Hey… do you guys feel that?" she asked, her voice tinged with uncertainty.
Issei blinked, looking around. "Feel what? The cold? I dunno, maybe it's just getting late."
Matsuda rubbed his arms. "Yeah, it's freezing all of a sudden. Weird. Wasn't this cold earlier."
Before they could process the strange change, the streetlights flickered. One by one, they went out, leaving only the pale glow of the moon above. The group stopped in their tracks, confusion, and unease settling over them.
"Okay, now that's freaky," Motohama muttered, adjusting his glasses nervously.
Issei frowned, glancing around, trying to shake off the sudden tension. "Probably just a power outage or something. Let's keep moving."
But as they took a step forward, the shadows moved. Dark, hooded figures emerged from the darkness, their forms silently gliding toward them. Issei's eyes widened, and his heart began to race, instinctively feeling that something was very wrong.
"Who… who the hell are they?" Matsuda whispered, his voice barely audible.
There were five of them, their faces obscured by hoods, but their presence was unmistakably menacing. The symbols of crosses and holy runes adorned their cloaks, and each one carried a weapon gleaming under the moonlight—swords, spears, and other tools of divine judgment.
"Exorcists?" Aika asked, her brow furrowing in confusion. "What the Hell are exorcists doing here? What is this early Halloween?"
The group began to back up slowly, fear starting to take hold. Issei swallowed hard. "Is this some kind of weird prank or something? This can't be real… right?"
But the exorcists made no sound, their eyes glowing faintly under their hoods. Then, the one in the lead stepped forward, raising a hand as if in judgment. His voice, deep and commanding, echoed in the still night.
"You have been found guilty of indulging in sin, of harboring lust in your hearts, and of straying from the path of righteousness. By the divine order of Heaven, your contracts with sin are to be severed."
Issei's heart pounded in his chest, his mind racing to make sense of the situation. "What the Hell are you talking about? We didn't do anything! What contracts?"
The exorcist's gaze pierced through him, unwavering. "Your actions have tainted your souls. Tonight, divine judgment is upon you."
Without warning, they raised their weapons, and a pulse of divine energy surged through the air. The ground beneath them cracked, glowing with holy light. The exorcists moved with deadly purpose, circling Issei, Matsuda, Motohama, and Aika like predators closing in on their prey.
Aika gritted her teeth, stepping forward. "This is insane! You can't just come here and charge us with whatever fantasy you've cooked up. We're not part of any supernatural—"
Before she could finish, one of the exorcists lunged, his blade stopping just short of her throat. The sharp point hovered in front of her, the light reflecting off her glasses as her face went pale.
"Your ignorance does not absolve you," the exorcist hissed. "The sins of lust, greed, and perversion weigh heavy on your souls."
Issei's stomach churned as the realization hit him. This wasn't a joke. This wasn't some prank. These people—these exorcists—were here to kill them for real.
"Run!" Issei shouted, grabbing Matsuda and Motohama by the arms as Aika bolted ahead of them after kicking the exorcist in the balls, causing that one to collapse.
But the exorcists were fast—too fast. They closed in from every side, their weapons gleaming in the dim light. There was no escape.
Issei's mind raced, panic flooding his veins. He didn't understand what was happening, but he knew one thing for sure: they were trapped, and these exorcists had no intention of letting them go.
As the group scrambled in a futile attempt to escape, they could barely make sense of what was happening. Panic had replaced their earlier carefree attitude, and the air was thick with fear. Issei's heart pounded in his chest, his mind a blur of confusion and terror.
"What the hell is going on?!" Aika shouted, her voice breaking as she glanced around frantically, looking for any escape route.
"Why are they doing this to us? We didn't do anything wrong!" Matsuda yelled, fear lacing his words as he stumbled, pulling Motohama along with him.
Motohama, who was breathing heavily, nodded, his glasses slipping down his nose as he tried to keep up. "This can't be real. Exorcists don't just—kill people!"
But their protests fell on deaf ears. The exorcists, moving with a cold, almost mechanical precision, circled them like predators playing with their prey. Their movements were calm and methodical, as though they had done this countless times before. This was no random attack—it was a calculated execution.
One exorcist, a tall figure with a glowing sword in hand, moved swiftly. Before anyone could react, the exorcist leaped high into the air, his blade shimmering under the moonlight. Time seemed to slow down for a moment as the sword arced downward.
"Motohama, watch out!" Issei screamed, but it was too late.
The sword came down with brutal force, piercing Motohama from above. The blade sliced clean through his chest, the force of the impact sending him crashing to the ground. Blood sprayed out, painting the cold pavement as Motohama's body went limp, his glasses slipping from his face as he stared up at the night sky in shock.
"M-Motohama!" Matsuda shrieked, his voice cracking with disbelief and horror. Issei stood frozen, his brain unable to process what had just happened. His friend—his perverted, obnoxious, yet loyal friend—was dead.
A soft, almost gentle fluttering of wings filled the air, and a blinding light descended from the sky. The exorcist who had delivered the fatal blow stepped back as a radiant figure, an angel, landed gracefully beside Motohama's body. Her white wings spread wide, casting a glowing aura around her that illuminated the scene. Her long, flowing robes glistened with holy light, and her eyes, filled with righteous judgment, settled on the three remaining friends.
In one smooth motion, she reached down and reclaimed her sword, pulling it free from Motohama's chest with a sickening sound. The blood on the blade evaporated instantly as the divine energy purified it. She pointed the glowing weapon at Issei, Matsuda, and Aika, her face cold and emotionless.
"You are not getting away," the angel declared, her voice calm but laced with an unyielding authority that made Issei's blood run cold. "Your sins have been judged. Tonight, you will face the consequences."
Aika's eyes were wide with shock. "This isn't real… this can't be real…"
The angel ignored her, turning her gaze to Motohama's lifeless body as she began to recite his charges.
"Motohama Tatsuya," she spoke with a chilling calmness as if reading from a divine ledger. "You are guilty of indulging in the sin of lust, repeatedly giving in to your base desires. You have objectified women, reduced them to nothing but objects of pleasure, and sought to fulfill your perversions without regard for the sanctity of the soul. For this, your life is forfeit, and your soul condemned to Hell."
Issei stood there, his body trembling. He wanted to scream, to fight back, to do something—but he was rooted to the spot, helpless. His breath came in ragged gasps, and his heart pounded in his chest as the angel turned to him next.
"Issei Hyoudou," she intoned, her glowing eyes locking onto him. "You, too, are guilty of the sin of lust. Your heart is tainted by impurity, and your thoughts clouded by desires of the flesh. You have given in to temptation time and time again, seeking nothing but physical pleasure. Your life shall also be taken, and your soul sent to the infernal flames."
"No… no, no, no!" Issei stammered, backing up until he bumped into Matsuda, who was trembling just as much as he was. "We didn't do anything that bad! We're just—"
"There is no room for excuses," the angel cut him off, her voice unwavering. "Your sins have been measured, and you have been found wanting."
The angel then turned her gaze to Matsuda, who was shaking his head in denial, tears streaming down his face. "Matsuda Shouji," she continued, "you are no different from your friends. You have reveled in sinful thoughts and perverted actions. Your obsession with the pleasures of the body has led you down a path of damnation."
Finally, the angel's gaze fell on Aika. Though she tried to keep her composure, Aika's legs buckled slightly under the weight of the angel's judgment. "Aika Kiryu," the angel said, her tone no softer. "While you have not indulged in the same depths of lust as these men, you have encouraged their behavior. You have fostered an environment where their sinful nature could flourish unchecked. For this, you too must face judgment."
The angel raised her sword once more, the blade gleaming with holy light. Issei's heart felt like it was about to explode. He couldn't believe what was happening—this wasn't how things were supposed to end. They were just ordinary high school students. How had it come to this?
"This can't be real," Matsuda muttered, his voice barely audible, his legs shaking. "This isn't how we're supposed to go out… not like this."
But the exorcists stepped closer, surrounding them, their eyes devoid of any mercy. The angel held her sword high, ready to strike, her voice filled with the divine authority of Heaven.
"Tonight, you shall face divine retribution for your sins. May your souls find no rest in the fires of Hell."
The angel, her expression void of emotion, fixed her gaze on Aika. With a smooth, almost practiced motion, she raised her sword. Time seemed to slow down as Issei, Matsuda, and Aika stared in disbelief, their minds struggling to accept what was happening.
Aika stepped back, her hands trembling. "No… no, please—"
But the angel moved with swift, brutal efficiency. The blade came down in a flash of light, slicing through the air. Aika barely had time to scream before the sword pierced her chest, silencing her forever. Her body crumpled to the ground, lifeless, a pool of blood beginning to spread beneath her.
"Aika!" Matsuda's voice cracked with horror as he watched his friend fall. His eyes widened in rage and desperation, and without thinking, he lunged at the angel, his fists raised. "You bastards!"
The angel didn't even flinch, but before Matsuda could reach her, one of the exorcists raised a gleaming gun, the barrel pointed directly at his chest. There was no hesitation, no warning—just a loud bang that echoed through the night. Matsuda's body jerked as the bullet tore through him, and he stumbled backward, his hands clutching his chest as blood poured from the wound. He collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath, his life slipping away as he stared up at the darkened sky.
Issei, frozen in place, could only watch as his friends were slaughtered one by one. His body trembled uncontrollably, his legs refusing to move. He wanted to run, to fight, to scream—but fear had paralyzed him. His mind raced, but there was no escape.
Suddenly, he felt a sharp, burning pain sear through the back of his legs. He screamed in agony as he collapsed to the ground, his legs no longer able to support him. He glanced back, his vision blurred by pain, to see a different exorcist standing over him. She was tall, with pale skin and a smile that was too cold to be human. Her eyes gleamed with a sadistic light as she stepped closer, her sword dripping with his blood.
It was Lute.
Issei had heard about the Exorcists of Hell—the enforcers of Heaven who descended upon Hell to purge it of its sinners—but he never imagined he would face one in person. And certainly not like this since they were different from how his old friend Rin described them.
Lute smiled cruelly, her voice a cold whisper. "Look at you, crawling on the ground like a worm. How pathetic. It's hilarious how you are somehow friends with Irina Shidou. Someone as corrupt and vile as you doesn't deserve to be friends with a real Angel."
Issei tried to crawl away, but Lute raised her sword and slashed again, this time severing his right arm. The pain was indescribable, a white-hot agony that tore through him. Issei screamed, his voice hoarse and broken as he clutched the bloody stump where his arm had been.
Lute tilted her head as if amused by his suffering. "Oh, don't worry, I'm not going to kill you just yet. I like to take my time with souls like yours."
She stepped forward, raising her sword once again. Issei tried to scream, tried to plead, but the words caught in his throat as she brought the blade down again, slicing off his left arm. His body convulsed from the pain, his vision going white as his mind struggled to stay conscious.
"Please... just... end it..." he gasped, barely able to speak through the pain.
But Lute still needed to finish Issei. She crouched down beside him, her smile widening as she raised her sword one more time. "Oh no, we're far from done, Issei Hyoudou. You see, there's something I enjoy about watching filth like you squirm."
With one final, merciless swing, she severed both his legs, leaving him a broken, bleeding mess on the ground. Issei's world was nothing but pain. His vision blurred, his consciousness slipping as he begged for death.
"Please... kill me... I can't... I can't take it..."
Lute scoffed, standing over him as she wiped the blood from her blade. "Pathetic. You beg for mercy after everything you've done? You're nothing more than a worm."
She raised her sword, this time aiming for his throat. With a swift, precise strike, she drove the blade deep into his neck. Issei gurgled, his body convulsing as blood filled his mouth. He gasped for air, choking on his blood as the world around him grew dim.
Still, Lute wasn't satisfied. She crouched down beside him again, her cold smile never fading as she placed the tip of her sword over his chest. Slowly, she pressed it into his skin, piercing his heart. The pain was unbearable, but Issei was beyond screaming now. He could only watch as the life drained from him.
Lute leaned in close, her voice a chilling whisper. "You will never know love, Issei Hyoudou. Not in life. Not in death. Your soul will wander the inferno, unloved and unwanted for eternity."
With one final twist of the blade, Lute ended his life—Issei's eyes, filled with pain and terror, glazed over as his body went limp. Lute stood up, wiping her blade clean once more before turning away from the broken remains of the Perverted Trio and Aika.
"This is just the beginning," Lute said as she grabbed a grenade of sorts and let it explode on the corpses; as blue flames consumed their bodies before, there was no trace of them remaining, not even a drop of blood.
As she walked away, her wings fluttered softly behind her, and she disappeared into the night with the human exorcists and smiled as he looked at the other corrupt humans in her sight.
"Don't allow a single vile human escape!" Lute shouted as the night was filled with bloodshed and screams.
Many Hours Later.
Six am.
Rias sat in her home, the quiet of the night shattered only by the occasional distant scream. She could hear the faint echoes of the chaos outside, knowing full well what was happening, yet helpless to intervene. Her hands were clenched into fists, her knuckles white as the guilt weighed heavily on her chest. She had known this night was coming, and yet, the reality of it was unbearable.
They were dying out there. Issei, Matsuda, Motohama, Aika—all of them. Ordinary humans caught in the crossfire of a war they knew nothing about. The deal her brother and the New Maou faction had made with the angels—the deal that kept them, the devils, and their peerages safe—came at a terrible cost. Every year, innocent souls were purged, their sins judged by Heaven's cold, merciless hands.
And tonight, she could do nothing but sit back and watch.
"Is this what I've become?" Rias whispered to herself, her voice hollow. "No better than the Old Maou faction, sacrificing humans for our safety..."
The thought burned through her. She had fought so hard to break away from that legacy, to stand for something different—for something better. But here she was, complicit in the extermination of innocent lives, unable to lift a finger to stop it. Her mind was filled with images of Issei's dumb grin, Matsuda and Motohama's ridiculous antics, and Aika's sharp wit—all of them gone now, erased by the cold blade of an angel's sword.
She thought of Issei more than the others. He was always so vibrant, so full of life. His perverted nature had often earned him scolding glances from her, but deep down, she had grown fond of him. He had a kindness about him hidden beneath his lustful exterior—a kindness that was now extinguished.
Her heart ached, the guilt gnawing at her insides. It was a bitter, suffocating feeling—one that made her question everything she stood for. How could she call herself their protector, their leader, when she hadn't lifted a finger to save them?
She turned away from the window where she had been staring out into the darkness. The faint glow of the rising sun was beginning to creep over the horizon, signaling the end of the extermination. The screams had long since faded, replaced by an eerie silence. The exorcists and their lead angel would soon be leaving, satisfied with their night's work.
A knock at her door brought her out of her thoughts.
"Rias," Sona's voice was soft but heavy with the same burden Rias felt. "They're leaving."
Rias didn't respond immediately, her eyes fixed on the horizon. She could hear the sound of wings fluttering in the distance as the exorcists and their angelic leader took flight, leaving Kuoh Town behind. She knew they would offer their thanks for the devils' compliance, but Rias couldn't bring herself to care.
"Thanking us for not interfering..." Rias muttered bitterly under her breath. "As if we had a choice."
Sona entered the room quietly, standing beside her. She didn't say anything at first, merely observing the quiet sunrise alongside her friend. There was a heaviness between them, the weight of their guilt and sorrow palpable.
Finally, Sona spoke. "I've gathered the files... the names of the ones who were taken tonight." Her voice was tightly controlled, but Rias could hear the strain behind it. "I thought… we should at least look through them. To pay our respects, if nothing else."
Rias nodded, though her body felt numb. What else could they do now?
Together, they walked to the large table where the files had been set out. Rias hesitated for a moment, her heart pounding as she reached for the first one. It felt so small in her hands, and yet it was filled with the life of someone who was now gone.
She opened it slowly.
The first file was Motohama's. His glasses and lecherous grin stared back at her from the photograph clipped inside. Her hands trembled slightly as she read through his details—his age, his family, his school grades. All so normal, so mundane. Yet, his life had been snuffed out as if he were nothing more than a statistic, his sins judged without mercy.
Matsuda's file came next. His face, too, was familiar, though Rias had never known him personally beyond his perverted reputation. It didn't matter now—he, too, was gone.
And then, Issei.
Rias paused when she reached his file. Her heart clenched painfully as she looked at his photo, his goofy smile staring back at her. He had been so full of life, so hopeful in his strange way. And now... he was just another name on a list of casualties.
Sona placed a hand on Rias' shoulder, her own eyes reflecting the sorrow she felt. "It's not fair, Rias. We know that. But we're bound to this agreement. If we hadn't complied, it would have been far worse."
"I know," Rias whispered, though the words felt hollow. "But knowing doesn't make it easier."
The two of them continued to look through the files in silence, each name a reminder of the cost of the peace they had secured. With every new file, Rias' guilt deepened, and she wondered if this was how it would always be—year after year, watching innocents die so that they could live in safety.
When the last file was closed, Sona quietly collected them and placed them back in the folder. The sun was fully up now, casting light over Kuoh Town as if nothing had happened. But Rias knew better.
She stood by the window once again, staring out at the peaceful town that had been stained with blood during the night. Her hands clenched into fists once more.
"I won't forget this, Sona," Rias said softly, her voice filled with quiet determination. "I won't let their deaths be meaningless."
Sona nodded beside her. "Neither will I."
The sun continued to rise, but for Rias, it brought no comfort. Only the promise of more nights like this and the hope that one day, they could find a way to end the cycle of death and retribution.
But let's see how they are doing, shall we?
Issei's consciousness flickered in and out, the pain of his death still fresh in his mind. His last memories were of Lute's cold smile, her merciless sword, and the searing agony of his heart being pierced. He should have been dead, and yet... he felt strange. His body—if it could even be called a body—was no longer in agony, but it wasn't normal either. He felt different as if he were floating in some void, his mind suspended between worlds.
Suddenly, a sharp jolt coursed through him, pulling him out of the nothingness. Issei gasped, blinking as his vision returned. He was standing—or rather floating—on a platform of obsidian stone, surrounded by fire and brimstone. The air was thick and heavy with the scent of sulfur, and the sky above him was a swirling mass of black clouds tinged with red. The landscape was both terrifying and beautiful in a twisted way.
Hell.
Issei looked down at himself, his eyes widening in shock. His body had changed. His skin, once pale and human, was now a deep shade of crimson, with black veins pulsing just beneath the surface. His hands were no longer human either—his fingers had elongated into sharp, claw-like appendages, and faint flames licked up his arms, flickering out at his shoulders. He felt taller and leaner, and his muscles were more defined, but everything about him seemed demonic. His hair was still the same spiky mess it had always been, but it was darker, almost jet-black, and two small, curved horns had sprouted from his forehead.
He glanced behind him and nearly jumped in shock. A long, pointed tail flicked back and forth, ending in a sharp barb, and leathery wings extended from his back. They were small, still growing, but unmistakably there. Issei looked at his reflection in a nearby pool of molten lava, seeing a face that was both his and yet utterly different. His eyes were a fiery orange, glowing with an inner flame, and his grin—he had fangs. Actual fangs.
"What the hell happened to me?" Issei whispered, his voice a bit rougher than before.
Before he could process any further, a voice boomed from above him, rich with authority and dark amusement.
"Welcome to Hell, Issei Hyoudou."
Issei's head snapped up, and his breath caught in his throat as he saw him.
Lucifer.
The King of Hell himself stood before him, towering and magnificent. His appearance was regal yet terrifying. A slender-figured fallen angel who sports a close resemblance to his daughter, Charlie - having her white skin with rosy cheeks, blonde hair with thin, light coral streaks on the thicker, paler-blonde highlights, and eyes with light yellow sclera and red pupils. His mouth is full of sharp teeth, his hair is cut short and has been slicked back in a ducktail hairstyle with one tuft sticking out, his pupils are slit like a snake, and his cheeks are a paler shade of red. In addition, he also has sharp black eyebrows, his eyelids are light purple, and his tongue is forked. Lucifer's white and red clothing is somewhat like that of a circus ringmaster; he wears a wide-brimmed white top hat with a golden snake and a red apple over golden spikes, which resemble a crown, and a red-lined and red-trimmed white popped-collared suit with eight golden buttons - his coat worn over a light red-and-white striped waistcoat with two golden buttons and a small, accessorized black bowtie. He also wore a set of heeled black knee-high boots and forearm-length dark grey gloves. On his left pinkie, he sports a golden ring, which is presumably his wedding ring.
He also had an apple-topped black cane that matched his hat. Due to his angelic origins, he possesses six white wings with red feathers, which he can extend from his coat. A slender-figured fallen angel with white skin and rosy cheeks, blonde hair with thin, light coral streaks on the thicker, paler-blonde highlights, and eyes with light yellow sclera and red pupils and due to his angelic origins, he possesses six white wings with red feathers, which he can extend from his coat.
Issei couldn't help but tremble under Lucifer's gaze. There was something about him that was both mesmerizing and horrifying. Power radiated from him, suffocating and undeniable.
"You... you're Lucifer?" Issei stammered, trying to make sense of it all.
Lucifer's smile widened, revealing sharp, perfect teeth. "Indeed. And you, Issei Hyoudou, have found yourself in a rather unique position."
Issei's mind was still racing, and he struggled to speak. "W-What happened? I don't understand. One moment, I was alive, and now—now I'm here. Why? What did I do?"
Lucifer waved a hand dismissively as if the details were of little importance to him. "Ah, yes. Let's get to the heart of the matter, shall we? You were killed by one of Heaven's Exorcists for your... how shall I put it—excessive indulgences." He chuckled darkly. "You were judged for your sins, Issei. Lust, debauchery, and general perversion. Quite fitting, isn't it?"
Issei's brow furrowed. "But... I didn't do anything that bad, did I? I mean, yeah, I'm a bit perverted, but—"
Lucifer raised a hand, silencing him. "Oh, don't be modest. Your reputation precedes you, Issei. You were known, even among your peers, as the 'Perverted Trio.' However, it seems you alone carried the title of The Incarnation of Lust."
Issei blinked in shock. "Incarnation of Lust? That's what they called me?"
Lucifer's eyes glinted with amusement. "It's rare to see such... dedication to a sin. I'm rather impressed."
Issei still couldn't wrap his head around everything. "So that's why I was killed? Because of that?"
Lucifer nodded slowly. "Yes. You were a prime target for Heaven's purge. Sins like lust and desire draw their attention, and they love to cleanse the world of those who indulge a bit too much. But you see, Issei, here in Hell... we celebrate such things."
Lucifer's smile grew wider, more sinister. "Normally, all sinners end up in Pride. That's where the majority of human souls reside after their judgment. But you, my dear boy, are a special case. You've caught my attention. Your sins of lust are far too... prominent to be wasted in Pride."
Issei swallowed hard. "What does that mean?"
"It means," Lucifer continued, stepping closer, "you will not be spending your eternity in Pride. No, Issei Hyoudou, I have something far more fitting in mind for you. You will be sent to the Ring of Lust. You will be the first sinner ever to be placed outside of Pride."
Issei blinked, stunned. "The Lust Ring? What is that?"
Lucifer chuckled, his wings spreading out behind him, casting a dark shadow over Issei. "It's exactly what you think it is. A place where lust reigns supreme, where desire and passion are the currency of the realm. And you, my little Incarnation of Lust, will fit right in."
Issei's mind reeled at the thought, but something about it made a strange sense. His desires had driven his entire life, and now, even in death, it seemed that would define him.
Lucifer's voice grew softer but no less menacing. "Consider this an opportunity, Issei. Most sinners spend their eternity drowning in their regrets and failures in Pride. But you... you have a chance to embrace what you truly are."
Issei hesitated, unsure of what to say. "I… I don't even know what I am anymore."
Lucifer leaned in closer, his eyes gleaming with devilish intent. "You are exactly where you belong, Issei. Welcome to Hell."
And with that, the ground beneath Issei's feet shifted, the fires of Hell swirling around him as he was pulled downwards towards his new home—the Ring of Lust.
Lucifer watched as Issei was dragged down into the fiery depths, the swirling flames consuming him as the portal to the Lust Ring opened. A satisfied smile curled at the corners of the Devil's lips. The Incarnation of Lust, huh? Issei Hyoudou's fate was sealed, but his journey was only beginning.
Lucifer turned his attention to the files that floated beside him, each bearing the names of the other three individuals who had died that night alongside Issei. These humans had been far from ordinary, and now, even in death, they would be reshaped into something far more fitting for the sins they had lived by.
He reached for the first file: Matsuda.
Matsuda - Wrath
In life, Matsuda had been a foolish, perverted youth, consumed by his lust and desires, much like his friends. But in his final moments, something else had surfaced—rage. Pure, untapped fury had burned within him when he saw his friends being cut down, the helplessness of his situation transforming into a blind hatred. That spark of wrath had drawn the attention of Hell, and it had decided his fate.
As Matsuda was sent to the Ring of Wrath, his body underwent a grotesque transformation, his human form warping into something far more befitting of the seething rage within him. His skin turned dark, smoldering red, muscles bulging unnaturally as his height shot up. His face elongated, taking on the features of a wild boar, tusks jutting out from his jaw, glistening with malice. His eyes, now a glowing ember orange, reflected the rage he carried inside. His arms became massive, like clubs, with long, sharp claws that scraped the ground as he moved. Black fur sprouted across his back, and his breathing became heavy, like the snorting of an enraged beast.
A deep growl rumbled in his chest as his new form completed itself—Matsuda had become a savage embodiment of wrath, perfectly suited for the violent chaos of the Wrath Ring.
Lucifer moved to the next file, his finger brushing over the name. Motohama.
Motohama - Greed
Motohama, the so-called "Perverted Glasses," had always prided himself on his intelligence, but Greed corrupted his mind in the form of lust. His endless desire for knowledge—paired with his insatiable need for personal satisfaction—made him a prime candidate for the Ring of Greed, where ambition and desire were everything.
As Motohama descended into Mammon's domain, his body began to shift. His thin, lanky frame became more wiry and agile, and his skin turned a shimmering gold, like polished metal. His eyes, hidden behind his signature glasses, glowed with an emerald hue, the lenses reflecting his insatiable thirst for power and indulgence. His face took on the features of a snake—sharp, predatory, with fangs that gleamed wickedly. His fingers extended into long, slender claws, perfect for snatching up anything valuable, anything worth possessing.
A forked tongue flicked out between his sharp teeth, and his greed-slicked mind reveled in the possibilities before him. Motohama had been reborn as a cunning, serpentine creature of Greed—deceitful, intelligent, and always hungry for more.
Lucifer smiled with interest as he turned to the third file, marked Aika Kiryuu.
Aika Kiryuu - Gluttony
Aika Kiryuu had always stood out, not just because of her sharp tongue and wit but also because of her insatiable curiosity. That desire to consume knowledge, experiences, and, well, other pleasures made her a perfect candidate for Beelzebub's Gluttony Ring. Gluttony wasn't just about overindulgence in food—it was about devouring everything: pleasure, power, and the very essence of life.
As Aika was brought into Gluttony, her body transformed drastically.
Aika's form in Hell reflects her transformation into a Hellhound, one of the dominant residents of the Gluttony Ring. Her body is now sleek and canine, with powerful, muscular limbs built for speed and endurance. Her fur is a dark, glossy black with streaks of deep purple running through it, almost glowing in the dim light of Gluttony. Her eyes glow a bright amber, radiating a hunger that goes far beyond mere food. She has sharp, elongated fangs and claws, perfect for tearing through anything that stands in her way. Her new form radiates predatory grace, blending power and agility, and her senses are heightened, making her a perfect predator in the Gluttony Ring. This Hellhound form reflects her endless craving for indulgence, not just for food but for experiences and sensations.
Lucifer chuckled as he closed the final file, his gaze sweeping over the group that had been sent into Hell's rings. Each had been transformed, their inner sins brought to the surface, reshaping them into creatures that reflected the darkness in their souls.
The Perverted Trio and Aika Kiryuu.
He couldn't help but admire its symmetry. Each one was a unique case, a perfect specimen of their respective sins, sent to different corners of Hell to begin their new existence. The Incarnation of Lust, the Beast of Wrath, the Serpent of Greed, and the Gluttonous Predator.
Lucifer's smile widened as his thoughts turned to what would happen next. The rings of Hell were always in flux, their balance of power constantly shifting. These new arrivals, with their peculiar mix of human emotions and demonic essence, were bound to stir things up.
And that was exactly what Lucifer wanted.
"Let's see what becomes of you all," he murmured, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of amusement and anticipation. "I have a feeling you'll make quite an impression on my domain."
The fires of Hell roared around him as Lucifer turned away, leaving the Sinners to their fates. The rings of Hell awaited, and each of them—Issei, Matsuda, Motohama, and Aika—would soon discover just how far they could fall in the new world they now called home.
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And now, as unique sinners, they cannot only go into the other rings, but they can still go to Pride. Each of them will face their struggles but reunite; however, each of them will be different due to the darkness that resides in Hell.
Also, let me know who from the crew of Hazbin and Helluva should meet with since I already have an idea for some, such as Verosika, Millie, Loona, Vortex, and Fizzarolli.