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Hell, 20XX.
3:19 PM, the Wrath Ring.
“This is not a test. Please listen to the best of your ability to these alerts.”
A booming, frightening alarm resounded throughout all nine rings of Hell. Demons and monsters all looked up from whatever they were doing with a mixture of curiosity, interest and indifference.
“This is a level ten alert. Immediate evacuation is required from all residents of Pentagram City and this entire circle of Hell.”
Now, those feelings turned to immediate fear and intrigue.
“Again, Immediate evacuation is required from all residents of Pentagram City and this entire circle of hell.”
Confusion and panic spread like a fire, while a dense crowd amassed around a billboard that displayed bright bold text.
On the screen it showed a ticking timer, counting down from 2 hours.
“An unknown entity is approaching this ring that has the capability to wipe out the entire population of Hell in under 24 hours.” The crowd uttered a combined gasp of fear, and many of them began dispersing to get away.
“The entity will arrive in: Two hours.”
“Transport will be provided to you as soon as possible. Remain as calm as you can and leave this ring immediately.”
“This message will repeat until nobody is left to hear it.”
“...What the fuck?” A certain Sultry Spider asked the question on everyone’s mind in the Hazbin Hotel.
The various people in the building were either confused, in shock, or both. But as for a certain kind-hearted soul…
“...We’re all going to die.” Charlie said.
The others looked over at her, a question hovering on the tips of their tongues.
“There’s only one person in the universe with that capability. Only one, and he’s coming here…”
Vaggie groaned. “Hurry up, cha-cha slide. Who’s coming?”
Charlie gulped and uttered, “...The Doomslayer.”
Alastor’s reaction alone instantly drowned all doubts of fear or hopes of survival.
Transports ships lined up across the ring, demons pouring into them like a tidal wave. As soon as one flew away, another took its place.
Giant demons acted as guards, towering over the panicked citizens and keeping a sharp eye for their worst nightmare.
Thousands upon thousands of demons, sinners, incubi and succubi alike flooded into the ships, fearing for their lives despite being dead already.
A loud alarm sounded out through the underworld, a robotic voice stating that “The entity will arrive in: One. hours. Thirty. Minutes.”
With that, the crowd sped up in fear.
“Okay, I'll get to the point. Lucifer himself called up every fucking assasin, weapons dealer, military force, and general murderers in hell. Yes, from every ring. Yes, that includes us.” Blitzo said in his usual quick-paced manner.
The three other people around the table looked at each other with varying reactions. Loona broke the silence. “Why?”
“Didn’t you hear the alert, Loona?” Moxie asked, clearly confused. The wolf blinked in response.
Conveniently, another alert rang out through the city: “Warning. The entity’s speed has increased drastically. The entity will arrive in: Five. Minutes. Evacuate the ring immediately.”
“...If they’re using the alert service, then it’s absolutely a problem. What are we gonna do?” Loona conceded, looking to Blitzo for the job.
The imp in question nodded and responded, “From what the alert said, whoever’s coming can destroy hell entirely. We definitely don’t want to dance with this guy. We’ve got time to get everything we need and maybe a little mo-”
“Uh, Blitzo, the alert said five minutes…” Millie interrupted.
“Yeah? What of it?”
“Look at the billboard.”
Blitzo took a look.
“Warning. The entity will arrive in three minutes. Evacuate the ring immediately.”
“...oh. Fuck.”
Two minutes later, most of the ring had been evacuated. Those that remained were the people called in to kill the person- or whatever it was- that was approaching. A couple hundred beings of various shapes and sizes all surrounded the platform that was predicted it’d come out of.
Guns were shined, cleaned, loaded, primed and stocked. Swords, axes and knives had been sharpened and even enchanted. Nobody was taking any chances with this mission.
And here they stood.
Those who had families in the ships had already said what might be their final goodbyes, tearful and overflowing with remorse.
And here they stood.
They didn’t even know what this guy looked like, or what he was capable of. All they knew was that he had the power to commit unholy genocide across all nine rings of hell.
And here they stood.
With only one minute remaining, the last broadcast resounded throughout the nine rings of hell.
“One minute remains until the entity gets to Imp City. This is the final broadcast before he arrives.”
The crowd murmured a bit.
The siren suddenly crackled, sounding out a different voice.
“You probably didn’t expect this. And I don’t blame you, I didn’t either.”
The crowd looked at the siren. Lucifer? Talking to them?
“The entity that’s arriving has… quite a reputation amongst the universe. Those who lived to tell his tale call him the Doomslayer.”
“I don’t expect many of you to survive this. In fact, I’m willing to bet that 90% of you will be eradicated.”
“But, as ridiculous as it sounds, I have faith in your ability to fight.”
“The Doomslayer will hold nothing back against us. So we hold nothing back against them.”
“Would you like to know how much I’m willing to sacrifice to end the fucker? Here’s your answer- the twelve Overlords will be joining your ranks at the station.”
A collective noise of surprise sounded for a time.
“Like I said- we’re holding nothing back. Use everything you have. If you can’t kill him, slow him down.”
“...Good luck. May your souls find peace.”
With that, the last broadcast cut off.
“10.”
For a moment, hell was quiet.
“9.”
For a moment, nothing moved.
“8.”
For a moment, nobody spoke a word.
“7.”
The peace was bittersweet, though.
“6.”
Everyone at the platform knew that it wouldn’t last.
“5.”
The timer ticked down, ever closer to zero.
“4.”
A few distinct clicks of guns being cocked sounded out.
“3.”
“2.”
“1.”
“0.”
And as the timer hit zero, A blue portal opened from nowhere, and out stepped a humanoid figure in dark green armor.
In his right hand, he held a giant double-barreled shotgun. In the other, he held a massive glowing red energy blade.
“Rip and tear.”
And the end began.