{Earth}
United States of America:
The 24 hours passed faster than anyone expected. Across the world, the countdown timer displayed in the corner of every screen ticked relentlessly toward zero, a constant reminder of what was coming.
People pretended to work, but their minds were elsewhere with the growing anticipation of what this mysterious broadcast about Hell would unveil next.
Marcy sat cross-legged on her bed, arms folded tightly and her bottom lip poking out in a full-on pout. Plush toys were scattered around the room, and everywhere in her house was quiet except for the faint sounds of the TV in the living room. The broadcast was about to begin again. But her parents had made it very clear that she was too young for this and that she needed to stay in her room.
It wasn't fair. Not even a little.
Grumbling under her breath, Marcy angrily scribbled in her coloring book. The pages were filled with characters that she adored; there were multiple doodles of Angel Dust with exaggerated silly faces, a few of Husk (usually sleeping), plenty of Egg Bois doing ridiculous things like falling into coffee mugs, and several confident, strong poses of Vaggie looking like a cool action hero. But the most drawings by far were of Charlie.
Lots and lots of Charlie.
Charlie in her pretty red suit, Charlie singing with hearts floating around her, Charlie hugging people, Marcy had even drawn a picture of Charlie and Vaggie hugging, surrounded by little pink and red hearts
She thought Charlie was just like one of her favorite princesses, like Cinderella or Belle, but way cooler. Even when Charlie said some curse words, Marcy forgave her. Because deep down, Charlie was kind, brave, and she believed in making bad people good.
And now she was forced to sit in her room until the broadcast was over, not able to watch the next part of Charlie's adventure. It sucked.
But at least she wasn't completely alone. Nestled beside her was her newest and most exciting companion, her very own Kitsuna. The fluffy creature had arrived under very mysterious circumstances, and while her parents nearly fainted upon seeing it, a potent mix of puppy-dog eyes, tearful pleading, and expertly timed guilt-tripping had won them over. Now the Kitsuna sat curled up next to her, blinking slowly and occasionally letting out soft, almost musical purrs as she stroked its head.
The door handle turned slowly, creaking just a bit as the door nudged open. Marcy sat up straight and quickly hid her coloring book, expecting one of her parents to peek in and catch her not napping or something.
But instead, it was her older brother, James.
He slipped inside and quietly shut the door behind him. In one hand, he held his phone. On the other hand, he has a laptop, and he had a look of worry she hadn't seen from him in a long time. Without a word, he walked over and sat beside her on the bed.
"Hey, you wanna watch the broadcast, right?" He whispered, glancing at the door.
Marcy blinked at him, unsure where this was going, but nodded slowly.
"If you don't tell Mom and Dad... I'll let you watch it with me." James lowered his voice further before he opened his laptop, which revealed to be the countdown for the broadcast.
Marcy's jaw dropped slightly. This was weird. She and James didn't have the... closest relationship. He never really interacted with her that often, and she didn't either; they just... well, 'lived together' is a bit of a mean way to put it, but that's what it always felt like, so this was completely unexpected.
So this sudden offer felt suspicious.
"...Why?" She asked, narrowing her eyes at him.
James looked like he wasn't expecting that question. He scratched the back of his neck and shrugged, avoiding her gaze, "I dunno. I just... I figured you'd be mad not being able to watch it. Thought it might be... y'know. Good bonding or whatever."
'Liar.' She thought instantly. Marcy may be only five, but five-year-olds living with teenage siblings learned how to sniff out their lies fast, and the way he kept looking between his phone and the Kitsuna? Yeah. Something was up.
She wasn't going to say no, though. She'd be able to watch Charlie and her friends; what more did she need?
"Pinkie promise?" She asked, holding out her pinkie.
James smiled and locked his pinkie with hers, "Pinkie promise."
Marcy leaned closer to James as the Kitsuna perked up slightly, and then curled closer to her as the room dimmed under the screen's soft glow.
Britain:
Father Joseph sat in his room, his eyes fixed on the television as the countdown ticked lower and lower. Each passing second felt like a weight pressing harder on his chest. The room was very quiet, even the occasional creak of the old wooden pews felt muffled.
The afternoon sunlight streamed through the stained glass windows, casting halos of colour across the stone floor. The sacred beauty of the church, the vaulted ceiling, the glimmering crucifix above the altar, and the comforting scent of old incense should have brought him peace. Instead, it filled him with dissonance.
He had already made his choice. He would bear witness to the truth, no matter how ugly it might be, and no forces in Heaven or Hell would keep him from seeing the truth with his own two eyes.
Joseph's faith has always been a foundation of his life. But now, that faith was cracking. Yesterday's broadcast had brought forth a realization that not all angels or demons are who they seem to be. It had shaken the Church to its core. It had shaken him.
The angels were supposed to be beings of good, beings of virtue. They have to give a good reason, a better one than 'overpopulation'. There must be something, there must be some context, some greater necessity that makes sense of the carnage that they have seen. But what if there wasn't? What if what they saw was the unfiltered and brutal truth?
There has to be more to it...
"Hey, Joseph. Earth to Joseph!"
Father Joseph blinked and looked up to see Pastor Warren standing over him, waving a hand in front of his face with a faint grin.
"Jeez, man. You've got clouds in your head or something, or do you need a beer to cool down?"
Father Joseph chuckled at Pastor Warren's little joke, the tension easing just a bit, "No, Warren, just lost in thought."
Warren plopped down beside him on the couch and exhaled loudly, "Yeah, join the club. I think my entire brain is tied up in knots. Half of me still thinks this is some twisted prank, and the other half is wondering if we're about to have our minds blown for watching the next episode."
Joseph managed a weak smile. He knew Warren was trying to lighten the mood, but nothing could quite shake the feeling of what they were about to see.
After the first broadcast, the clergy had attempted to return to their duties. Masses were still held. Confessions were still made, and bread still broken. But the atmosphere had changed. People still came to church, but not to worship. Instead, they came to seek answers, seeking comfort, or clarity, or just a quiet place to think.
For once, Joseph didn't feel like he stood above them, but now he was just another soul, trying to make sense of a shattered illusion of his faith.
Naturally, whispers spread quickly throughout the sanctuary when Father Joseph walked in that morning with a Kitsuna at his side. The sight of the mystical creature walking calmly beside the priest was enough to cause quite a stir.
Gasps echoed softly among the pews, and nearly every head turned towards the two of them. Their eyes widened, conversations paused mid-sentence, and phones discreetly rose to snap photos of it.
The Kitsuna was unfazed by the attention as it gave a soft purr-like chirp and sat elegantly by Joseph's lap.
"Oh my god, is that a Kitsuna?" Someone whispered.
"Where did he get that?"
"Is it safe to have it here?!"
Joseph overheard the murmurs but didn't flinch. With a small smile, he placed a gentle hand on the Kitsuna's head, stroking its fur calmly as it closed its eyes in content.
"Um, Father Joseph, I was wondering... should I still keep worshiping? I mean... if both Heaven and Hell are flawed, then... what am I even worshiping anymore?" A younger priest named Alistair asked.
Joseph pondered for a bit and decided to give his honest answer to the man who'd asked him.
"Previously... I would have wholeheartedly agreed to continue my devotion." He adjusted his collar before he continued, "But, I feel that this is a decision you alone should make. The angels have shown to be less than perfect, and therefore, it should be your own choices that affect your worship."
Alistair nodded slowly, clearly tired from the bombshell that was dropped on them yesterday, "Thank you, Father."
"Please call me Joseph." He said gently.
By the time the countdown reached the five-minute mark, the entire church was packed. Sister Madeleine had helped set up the television in the front near the altar, and several pews were now occupied by church staff, by longtime attendees, or by curious outsiders who had wandered in.
They were nervous. All of them are. And he couldn't blame them. A sinking feeling grew in his stomach as he watched the countdown tick closer to the end. Whatever this episode contained, his instincts told him that he wasn't going to like it...
California:
In the dim yet lively glow of neon lights, Lucas moved swiftly behind the bar, wiping down counters and stacking clean glasses with practiced ease. The aftermath of the last broadcast had left the place in a mild frenzy, and with the next broadcast only minutes away, he'd made sure the setup was perfect. Every seat was cleaned, arranged, and reinforced. He had even brought in an extra rack of stools from the storage room to accommodate the surge of patrons.
Thinking ahead, he had stocked up on non-alcoholic beverages too, fizzy sodas, herbal teas, even a crate of fancy mocktails, "No sense in losing customers just 'cause they don't want to get drunk." He mumbled to himself, tightening the tap on one of the beer kegs.
The front door suddenly burst open with a clang, "Hey, Lucas!" A familiar voice called out.
It was Connor, a typical beach blonde, a board still strapped to his back as he ducked through the doorway, followed by a gaggle of his surfer buddies who eagerly scrambled to claim the best seats in the house. Lucas didn't even need to look up to recognize the sound of their sandals slapping against the wooden floor.
With a sigh, Lucas pulled a few cans of the cheapest beer he had, setting them down just as Connor plopped onto a stool.
"You know me well, dude!" Connor grinned, sliding a wad of cash across the counter before cracking open a can with a satisfying hiss, "So! The broadcast's coming on soon! Quick question man, how you feelin' about all this Heaven and Hell stuff? Kinda wild, right?"
Lucas was silent at first, between the group chat last night and NekoTails420 discussing whether demons could potentially be able to arrive on Earth, as well as the Extermination and Charlie's Hazbin Hotel project, it gave him a lot of time to think of an answer.
"Honestly... I'm not sure. I mean, we just realised that Heaven is fucked up and that Hell's princess is running a redemption project. This feels like something made for a Web series." He admitted with a shrug as he continued to pour more beer for the customers.
Connor barked a laugh as he raised his can in mock salute, "Well, thank God or, I guess, Charlie that the next episode's focusing on her, huh?"
The others laughed and clinked their drinks together in agreement, already halfway through their first rounds.
Lucas didn't laugh, however, as his eyes scanned the crowd as more and more people filtered in, settling into their seats with drinks and snacks in hand. Some were excited, some were anxious, and others were just there to see what all the fuss was about. Near the bar, the Kitsuna he'd begrudgingly allowed behind the counter darted between stools, balancing trays with an almost magical grace as it served them their drinks while the patrons snapped photos, whispering about how adorable and clever it was.
Lucas leaned on the counter, staring at the screen as the countdown ticked away.
"Yeah... just Charlie," He murmured under his breath.
But deep in his gut, he knows that something was off. Something wasn't adding up. Still, it wasn't his job to care about such things.
He had a bar to run, and a city of customers about to need a drink.
Canada:
Now that the world was fully aware of the upcoming broadcast, the atmosphere had shifted entirely. People were organizing their evenings around it, setting up impromptu watch parties in their living rooms, public squares, college dorms, or even rooftop bars. There were still a few diehards camped out in front of TV stores with folding chairs and hot drinks, bundled up in blankets, determined to watch the next episode the same way they'd watched the first.
But for most, convenience and company ruled the day. Families gathered around their TVs. Friends who hadn't seen each other in months reconnected over popcorn and projection screens. Even libraries and cafés started offering public viewings.
And of course, the digital world wasn't going to be left behind.
On Twitch and YouTube, thousands of creators seized the opportunity to stream their reactions live. Among the most anticipated was Kathleen Johnson, better known online as Bubblegum. She'd built a loyal following through her vivid cosplays, sharp commentary, and expressive reactions to all things indie, whether it was films, games, or animated shorts. Now, the broadcast had captured her full attention.
Kathleen sat confidently at her desk, her long brown hair neatly tied in a half-up style with two crimson clips shaped like horns. Her tan skin practically glowed under the soft light of her ring lamp. Her oversized black sweater was adorned with a bold red pentagram across the front, fitting the broadcast theme a little too perfectly, with matching red headphones with hand-painted pentagrams on each ear completed the look.
As her stream kicked off, her camera
came to life, revealing her smiling face and the small microphone perched in front of her.
"Hello chat!" She greeted excitedly, waving at the screen with both hands, "Welcome back to the stream! We're doing something very special tonight!"
Her brown eyes sparkled with anticipation as she clicked a button, switching the view to reveal a small flatscreen TV set up beside her desk. She had carefully hooked it into her streaming layout so the audience could watch along with her.
She gestured toward the screen and added with a sly grin, "Look, I know this is going to get me a ton of weird stares later, but I'm reacting to the next Hell Broadcast!"
The chat exploded immediately:
{LET'S GOOOO! OMG, she's back with the headset! You're seriously watching this again?? 😭 Bubblegum never misses! COSPLAY WHEN?!}
Kathleen laughed as she scrolled through the messages. "Yeah, yeah, I know this stuff's insane, but come on. You saw what happened last time. This is prime content!"
She leaned closer to the mic and whispered with mock suspense, "Besides... I've already got some costume sketches drawn up for Charlie and Vaggie. You know I'm gonna cosplay them sooner or later."
She winked and leaned back in her chair, cracking open a can of soda. The timer in the corner ticked steadily toward zero, and anticipation rippled through the stream like electricity.
"One more minute," She murmured, her voice hushed in a whisper, "Hope you brought your popcorn chat, because we're watching a show that we'll never forget!"
{Heaven}
Promenade:
Just like what happened on Earth, Heaven is also busy preparing for the next broadcast. Instead of being surprised, this time they were ready for it as they all brought out their chairs and popcorn for them to watch the giant holographic screens in the sky.
Like before, the majority of Winners and Heavenborn were outside, and they were discussing whether they were going to see Charlie again or if it was something else.
"I hope we get to see Charlie again!" A Winner chirped excitedly, bouncing in her seat.
"Do you think she'll redeem a Sinner this time?" Another asked.
"I believe she can do it," A Heavenborn woman said confidently, "If anyone can, it's her."
The crowd continued to build, with more and more souls arriving. Some remained in their celestial homes, tuning in from their TVs, while others preferred to be among the collective crowd, feeling comforted by the unity of shared uncertainty.
Among them were familiar faces, parents of the Hazbin Hotel cast. Molly, Angel Dust's younger sister in Heaven, was practically glowing with excitement.
"Ooohh, I cannot wait to see Anthony again!" She beamed with infectious energy.
"Don't worry, sweetie, I'm pretty sure that Anthony is showing great progress." Annie patted her daughter's head.
Nearby, Arlo, Cherri's father, adjusted his collar and frowned slightly, "I just hope my little girl isn't getting into too much trouble. She means well, but you know how she can be..."
Before anyone could reply, a voice called out from nearby.
"We'd like to know too, Father."
The crowd parted slightly as two Winners flew downward towards them and landed perfectly, and they were dressed nearly identically in brown shoulder pants, and they both wore light brown parachute pants. One had tousled blonde hair and two vibrant yellow eyes, while the other had shaggy brown hair and just one eye glowing like a small sun.
"Danny! Jordan!" Rebecca cried out, leaping up from her seat and wrapping them in a tight hug.
"Hey, little sis!" Danny, the blonde, grinned as he returned the hug.
Jordan smirked playfully, "Did you miss us that much? We've only been gone a few days."
Caroline stepped up next and brushed a tear from her eye as she placed a hand on each of their shoulders, "It's good to see you both again. How are your friends handling all this?"
Danny's smile faded slightly as he shook his head, "Not well, Ma."
"Yeah." Jordan added, his voice laced with anger, "Some of them have families still down in Hell... and let's just say, they're not taking the news about the Exterminations lightly."
May frowned in concern, "That's awful. I'm so sorry they have to go through that."
Danny sighed and folded his arms, "Yeah... It's complicated. Everyone's looking for answers, hoping this next broadcast brings some clarity."
Jordan looked up at the glowing screen overhead, "We've still got a few minutes before it starts. Any bets on who's gonna be featured?"
"They better ssshow Charlie again," Charles muttered, his brows knit with worry, and his arms crossed tightly over his chest, "I need to know if my son'sss still alive down there."
In a separate golden palace tucked away from the heavenly commotion, Emily sat uneasily upon a silver, wing-carved throne, a symbol of her sudden promotion to the role of Seraphim. The ornate seat felt too large for her as she clutched her Kitsuna tightly in her arms, its soft fur bringing a small measure of comfort to her trembling hands.
"Are you sure I'm ready for this, Uncle Jesus?" She asked in a worried tone.
Jesus, who stood calmly beside her, offered a warm smile, "You'll be fine, Emily," He said reassuringly, "Remember you're not alone. I will be here every step of the way."
Emily nodded slowly, letting his words settle in her heart. The weight on her shoulders eased just enough to take a deeper breath.
"Don't worry Emily, you will be just fine, and don't forget that I will be here guiding you." Jesus reassured her.
Emily felt a little relieved by this.
Suddenly, a golden holographic screen appeared in front of two of them, showing a timer that showed five minutes until the next Broadcast.
Suddenly, a glowing golden projection manifested before them. Suspended in the air, a large holographic screen flickered to life. Across the display, the numbers slowly began to count down.
Emily's eyes widened in surprise, "Is that... a timer?" She asked, her grip tightening on the Kitsuna instinctively.
Jesus turned his gaze toward the screen as he stroked his chin thoughtfully, "Yes... it appears Kieran is about to launch another broadcast." He tilted his head slightly and said, "What it will show, however... is anyone's guess."
He looked at Emily once more, his expression turning serious as he said, "Whatever it is, we'll face it together."
Emily nodded, steeling herself as the seconds continued to tick away.
{Hell}
Hazbin Hotel:
Within the crimson halls of the Hazbin Hotel, a tense but buzzing energy rippled through the atmosphere. The once-chaotic refuge of sinners had grown oddly quiet, at least by Hell's standards, as nearly every resident who had agreed, albeit reluctantly, to stay under Charlie's roof found themselves drawn to the nearest screen. Whether clustered around the hotel's oversized television or glued to their phones, all eyes were on the ticking timer displayed, warning them of the next broadcast.
Charlie sat on the edge of the couch, bouncing anxiously in place with her Kitsuna tucked tightly in her arms, "Oh, fuck, I am so nervous!" She blurted out, her voice a blend of excitement and dread.
Angel Dust, who was lounging with a smug grin and a popsicle wedged between his lips, dramatically gestured toward himself with all four arms. "Relax Charlie, maybe this time you'll get to kick back while someone else takes the spotlight. Maybe... yours truly?~" He winked at her.
Vaggie, who sat next to Charlie with her arms crossed and a deep scowl, shot him a withering glare, "Angel, Kieran's not going to waste a broadcast on your antics."
"Oh c'mon, Vagina~" Angel purred teasingly, grinning from ear to ear, "I'm just saying there's a chance. Stranger things have happened, y'know?~"
"Don't. Call me. That!" Vaggie growled, her eye twitching as she tried not to smack the smirk off his face.
Meanwhile, Husk groaned from behind the bar, his wings drooping slightly as he poured yet another round for the crowd in the now packed lounge, "Damn invasion of privacy, that's what this is..." He muttered under his breath, his tail flicking in irritation, "Should've stayed in my room..."
Nifty zipped through the room like a whirlwind, clutching a mop in one hand and a bucket in the other. She muttered a string of grievances as she furiously scrubbed at invisible stains on the floor, "Ugh! Dirty bad boys and their dirty boots! Always leaving a mess!"
As for Alastor, he stood perfectly still behind the couch, his hands folded in front of him, and that ever-present, eerily gleeful grin etched across his face. His crimson eyes were glued to the screen, radiating interest that sent subtle shivers down the spines of the other Sinners in the room. The fear in the air was palpable, which Alastor savored.
Lucifer remained quiet as he seated somewhat apart from the others in an elegant armchair, though the way his fingers gently stroked the Kitsuna resting in his lap betrayed a hint of unease.
He disliked that Kieran was probably going to show Charlie and her efforts of redeeming Sinners, and while he would never admit it out loud, part of him hoped that the broadcast would focus elsewhere, just this once.
He exhaled slowly, his eyes locked on the screen as the final seconds ticked away.
"...Let's see what surprises Kieran has cooked up for us this time." Lucifer murmured under his breath.
Ars Goetia Palace:
Meanwhile, in the grand halls of the Ars Goetia palace, an air of restless energy settled over the chamber. Elegant drapes fluttered from open windows, imp butlers darted nervously through the room balancing silver trays and vintage glasses, as the Ars Goetia lounged lazily in their chairs, embroiled in conversation.
"I wonder if the next Broadcast will keep focusing on Princess Charlie," A tall Goetia demon mused, sipping a glass of burning absinthe.
"Maybe." Another replied with a haughty smirk, "Though I'd rather it shine the spotlight on us. Let the commoners witness the sheer decadence of our world. Show them what true royalty looks like!"
"Ohohoho! Now that would be an educational experience!" Another cackled.
Sitting near the edge of the conversation, Vassago sighed in annoyance and tipped his drink back, his glowing red eyes narrowing at them, "Tch... malditos imbéciles," He muttered under his breath, "They think that this is entertainment. If the humans learn of our presence, they'll fear us. And worse, some might even act on that fear."
Just then, the palace doors slammed open with dramatic flair, echoing down the marble halls. Everyone turned to look at Stella and her brother Andrealphus strutted in, each holding shopping bags from the finest stores in Hell. The tags still hung from most of the garments, likely to be worn once and discarded without a second thought.
Andrealphus glided smoothly toward Vassago with a 'sincere' grin, while Stella sauntered toward a nearby lounge where other nobles sat, undoubtedly preparing to deliver a scathing monologue about her husband.
"Greetings, Vassago!" Andrealphus greeted in a singsong voice, "Still brooding in corners, I see."
Vassago scowled at him, "Qué quieres, Andrealphus? I know that you two are plotting something?"
"Why so suspicious?" Andrealphus asked innocently, though his tone dripped with mockery, "Can't I stop by to share in the excitement of the next Broadcast?"
"You wouldn't lift a feather unless it served you, estúpida arrogante," Vassago growled at him.
Andrealphus' smile twitched, and the temperature dropped slightly as a sheen of ice began to form around his fingertips. Just as the tension began to rise, a massive burst of demonic magic crackled through the chamber.
With a swirl of dark energy and flickering shadows, a towering figure emerged at the center of the room. His form warped between monstrous shapes before solidifying into a regal, birdlike demon clad in flowing robes adorned with occult markings.
It was none other than Paimon, the King of the Ars Goetia, father of Stolas, and the highest authority among their ranks.
"What in Lucifer's name is going on here?" Paimon's voice boomed across the hall, his presence alone enough to make several lesser nobles flinch.
Andrealphus quickly dismissed his ice and stood straighter, while Vassago simply bowed his head slightly in respect, though his scowl remained.
"We are just discussing what Kieran is going to show us that's all." A Goetia chuckled to which Paimon angrily glared at him.
"And you think that this is all a game to you? May I remind you that Kieran is showing the existence of demons to humans? And he has shown to have very powerful magic that can show us the future, and yet you're treating this as a comedy show?"
A heavy silence fell over the room as several Ars Goetia demons averted their gazes, they didn't realize that Paimon was right in a way.
Paimon's gaze swept the hall once more, "Where is Stolas? I don't see that brat anywhere." He asked coldly.
Stella rolled her eyes as she scoffed, "He's probably off having some lunch with my daughter again. Honestly, let them bore each other to death."
Paimon's brow furrowed as he begrudgingly accepted that idea. It's not like he's hanging out with lowly imps and their disgusting hellhounds, right?
I.M.P Headquarters:
"Achoo!"
Stolas let out a sudden, dignified sneeze, ruffling a few of his feathers as everyone at the breakfast table turned towards him.
"Dad? Are you okay?" Octavia asked with concern, raising a brow as she leaned forward in her seat.
Stolas waved her off gently, dabbing his beak with a lace-trimmed handkerchief, "I'm fine, Octavia. Just had the oddest feeling that someone was gossiping about me."
"Could be your snobby-ass relatives." Blitzø muttered between bites of his bacon, talking with his mouth half full, "Probably blabbing about their 'Goetia etiquette' or the fucking Broadcast like it's the new hottest opera."
Stolas visibly winced at the mention of the Broadcast, a nervous flutter rippling through his plumage, and he just remembered that the second installment of Kieran's broadcast to the three planes was today. The mere thought of it sent a pang of anxiety through his chest.
Trying to change the subject, he cleared his throat, "A-anyways, how are the new disguises? I thought they might suit your assignments... to blend in?"
"Oh! Uh, yeah they'll work. Though we need to plan our kills a lot more thoroughly from now on, because that fucking bastard knows that we exist, all the humans there will be on fucking high alert." Blitzø scowled as he stabbed his fork into his bacon.
The two Kitsunas seated by the counter frowned at Blitzø's harsh tone. They puffed out their cheeks and crossed their tiny arms and paws, clearly trying to look intimidating in defense of their creator. The attempt only made them look even more adorably grumpy.
"Awwww!" Millie squealed, scooping one up in her arms and nuzzling it, "You tell him, little fellas!"
"Um, Sir?" Moxxie chimed in, "Do you think it's wise to talk about assassinations right now? The next broadcast is minutes away. And they're probably still trying to take in that they knew about our existence. Maybe we should wait before we make a move..."
Blitzø turned and fixed him with a glare, "Oh shut the fuck up, Moxxie! Half of those humans are too busy pissing their pants in front of giant glowing sky-screens to even know what we look like! We go in, take out the target, and get out before those humans spot us! It will be like we were never there."
He waved his fingers in the air like jazz hands, clearly trying to prove his point.
"You're such a coward, fatty," Loona muttered without even looking up from her phone, her thumb still scrolling across the countdown screen.
"I'm not a coward! And I'm not fat!" Moxxie snapped back, his face red with indignation to which Loona casually flipped him off.
Millie looked over toward the TV and whistled, "Hey! There's less than a minute left! Are we watching this thing or not?"
Her voice cut through the bickering, and suddenly everyone turned to face the screen.
Stolas who was sitting awkwardly between Octavia and Blitzø, gave a nervous chuckle, "Well, I suppose it would be wise to stay informed... just in case Kieran decides to shine a spotlight on someone... inconvenient."
Blitzø narrowed his eyes, but he reluctantly adjusted his seat, "Tch. Like I give a fuck. Unless it's got something to do with us, then I'd be worried."
Octavia let her legs casually rest on the table as she shared a look with Loona and both of their phones lit up, "It's starting."
Moxxie adjusted his tie and leaned forward, "If this Kieran reveals anything useful, locations, allies, enemies, it could help the company."
Stolas nodded but didn't reply. If Kieran ever revealed how he lent his grimoire to an imp, how Blitzø used those powers to kill humans... if Lucifer ever found out, or even Satan or Mammon... He'd be in deeper shit that not even he could talk his way out of.
The TV screens flickered to black once the timers at the bottom reached zero, and Kieran appeared back on the screen.
[Good evening everyone! How is everyone holding up? I could only imagine the shock that everyone must be feeling after watching Hell's Princess!]
His chuckles did nothing to stop the tension rising as they all murmured to just get it over with already.
[Kieran tapped his hands on his armrest as he continued, "But this time, it'll follow a... certain group of individuals, instead of the princess."]
Suddenly, everyone was confused by this; weren't they expecting to see more of the princess's attempts to redeem a Sinner?
["Now before everyone can ask why I did that? Well, I found out that this group interests me just as much as Charlie's so I want to see your reactions once you learn what they do for a living."]
Now, everyone is getting concerned, individuals? Could it be about the demons or the Angels? And why would they care about what their jobs are anyway?
[Anyways! Prepared to meet one Helluva Boss for a lifetime!"]
He snapped his fingers, and the screens soon turned off before they all turned on again, ready to show them the second part of the Hellaverse.
[The scene opens with a shot of Imp City that slowly zooms in on the I.M.P building. The sound of the busy streets can be heard in the background. The scene transitions to a closed door labeled "IMP Headquarters", with a crude sign made from a sheet of notebook paper that reads, "Meeting in progress" with a smiley face drawn next to it.]
[It then immediately cuts to the inside of the room to show a whiteboard with a crudely drawn graph, showing an arrow spiking downward. Upon the whiteboard were also the words: "FIX THIS SHIT!!" And "Blitzø is the best, by Blitzø."]
{Earth}
Chicago:
The moment the Broadcast revealed yet another glimpse of Hell The humans practically lost it as social media imploded with screenshots and theories, and in lecture halls and living rooms alike, as countless scholars, conspiracy theorists, and casual viewers leaned in with excitement on their faces.
"F-FUCKING OFFICE BUILDINGS!" Jacob wheezed out loud, nearly toppling over his seat as he pointed at the screen, eyes wide in disbelief. "Are you kidding me?! Why does Hell look like downtown Chicago?!"
Next to him, Samantha raised an eyebrow as she rested her chin on her hand, her eyes still fixed on the screen, "I mean... I always imagined Hell to be more fire and torture pits, not something that looks extremely similar to our cities."
She nudged him as she pointed at their mutual friend Diego, who sat a few seats down. A sociology and history double major, Diego's face paled and he was now coughing as if the sheer implications of what he saw had physically knocked the wind out of him.
"Ask Diego." Samantha quipped dryly, "He seems to lose his bananas."
Diego's hands trembled as he typed furiously on his tablet with adrenaline, "T-They've integrated... integrated human culture into their society from the souls sent down there! I mean, look at that architecture! The cubicles! The posters! This is a cultural transfer on a massive scale!"
Jacob stepped back nervously as he stuttered, "H-hey. Calm down dude, you're going to pop a blood vessel or something..."
But Diego wasn't listening. He was practically vibrating in place as he continued, "The historical ramifications! Centuries of subconscious imprinting! A culture brought into death and evolving in Hell! Immortality mixed with an enforced routine... this is a sociological goldmine! The sociology of suffering, institutional mimicry, and death capitalism!"
Samantha leaned back in her chair and muttered under her breath, "He's gonna be like this for an hour."
Diego finally paused long enough to take in a few ragged breaths, gripping his chest from the sheer weight of academic excitement.
"Okay," He wheezed out, "Okay... I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm alive. I just need... notes. So many notes."
London:
A group of sharply dressed business professionals sat clustered in a sleek conference room, their attention fixed on the large monitor mounted on the wall. The screen displayed what appeared to be an office building... in Hell.
Naturally, skepticism filled the air.
"Wait a minute," One man muttered, furrowing his brow while sipping a glass of mineral water, "They've got cubicles... fluorescent lighting... break rooms? They modeled Hell's infrastructure after our office buildings?"
"Apparently." A sharply dressed woman replied, adjusting her glasses, "And that's... concerning. We have already seen that they lived extremely similar to our life, one has to wonder what else they've mirrored from our world. So far, their society shows an alarming level of similarity. And that raises some serious red flags."
"Well yeah but..." An intern suddenly pointed out, leaning forward as he pointed out a name on the whiteboard. "Who's Blitzø?"
Everyone looked at the name before quickly dismissing it, "Must be just a hellborn office worker, nothing of concern to us."
A few others chuckled, already losing interest.
The intern, however, didn't laugh. He continued staring at the screen with narrowed eyes, his gut telling him something was off.
He didn't have all the facts yet. Not enough to say for sure. But something about that name... something about this broadcast didn't sit right with him.
No, It's too early to make assumptions.
They couldn't possibly be the main characters...
...Right?
[Soon enough, a demon came into view, but it wasn't a normal demon but it was an imp known as Blitzø and he walked forward a bit with his eyes closed and his hand on his head before he put his hands together.]
["Alright. Now, I know business has been... a bit slow lately." Blitzø started before he looked at his employees in front of him with yellow sclera and red irises.]
[He raised both of his hands as he continued, "Yes. It's no one's fault, okay? I'm not naming any names here..." He said as he quickly looked up before closing his eyes, "Moxxie."]
[Moxxie seemed offended by what Blitzø said as he sat on the table, arms at his side as he made an incredulous look that screamed, 'Are you fucking serious right now?!' as he looked at Blitzø.]
["Now, does anyone have... any bright ideas on how we can get business drummin' up again?" Blitzø asked the demons in the room.]
{Hell}
I.M.P headquarters:
The moment the broadcast mentioned that day, Blitzo froze like a statue, his pupils shrinking to pinpricks.
"Oh. Fuck. No."
Moxxie and Millie turned ghostly pale, as blood drained from their faces, realizing exactly what they were talking about on screen and what happened that day.
"Blitzy, are you... alright?" Stolas said in a worried tone.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I can't fucking believe he showed us THAT day!" He screeched, his tail flicking up in panic as he bolted upright, overturning a chair in the process and his hands instinctively reached for his shotgun strapped to his hip, "We're We're in big fucking trouble !"
"We're so screwed. We are in BIG, FUCKING trouble!"
"T-That can't be what I think it is..." Moxxie stammered, his hands trembling as he gripped the armrest of his chair.
Millie looked at the screen, then back at Blitzo, her expression strained with forced optimism, "O-Or maybe... maybe they're talkin' about a different day! Y'know, one of the other days we talked about business and, uh, Hell stuff...?"
Blitzo slowly turned toward her and his expression looked unhinged as he yelled, "Mills. There was only one day when we brainstormed business ideas, and that is THAT FUCKING DAY!"
Stolas blinked before his demeanor shifted. The warmth in his voice vanished and was replaced by a deadly calm.
"Blitzo."
The imp halted mid-rant. Stolas rarely called him by his full name, and that wasn't a good sign.
"Lock the doors. Close the windows. Now. I'm going to enchant this place with the strongest wards I have, and we're going to hope for Hell's sake that Lucifer or any of the Sins doesn't immediately barge in when they find out!"
Loona instantly snapped into action with a growl, "On it!" She zipped across the office, slamming window latches, dropping blinds, and double-bolting every door.
Stolas already had his Grimoire open, his feathers ruffling with tension as he muttered ancient incantations under his breath as symbols began to glow around the office walls, floor, and ceiling and a faint, shimmering dome of magic began to envelop the entire space.
Lust Ring:
The moment Blitzø appeared on screen, Verosika's eyes narrowed like daggers and her tail flicked with agitation.
"Oh hell no!" She growled and sat up straighter, "Why is that shit stain on the screen!"
Vortex let out a chuckle, lounging back with his feet on the coffee table, "Damn, he really just threw his own dude under the bus."
"Honestly, I was surprised he didn't throw a chair too." Coco said as she snorted into her drink.
Verosika's lip curled in fury as she scoffed, "He's still running that pathetic excuse of a murder-for-hire company? What's it called again? Imp Moronic Pissants?"
"Immediate Murder Professionals," Josh corrected with a smirk.
"Whatever." Verosika rolled her eyes, "He can't even run a fucking meeting without looking like a scammer. Look at that posture. That's the energy of a used condom."
Kat leaned in with a wicked grin, "Oooooh, you're still salty he beat you in that demon duel, huh?"
"He fucking cheated!" Verosika snapped, baring her fangs, "And let's be honest if all of Hell's watching this right now, it just confirms what I've been saying all along. Blitzø's nothing but a dysfunctional, spotlight-chasing little imp with a superiority complex and the emotional range of a toaster oven!"
"Oh and here's an idea: why don't he just shut the place down and save Hell the second-hand embarrassment." Verosika continued, taking a long, sharp sip of her Beelzejuice.
"Yikes." Kiki muttered, wincing a little at her proclamation, "She's on a roll tonight."
Verosika rolled her eyes dramatically, "Whatever. Let him keep embarrassing himself on the big screen. The more he talks, the more he makes himself a target across all of Earth and Hell."
Milky snapped her fingers, "Oh yeah, it is strange that they were able to go to the living world without using an Asmodeus Crystal, and it is very illegal to travel to the human world without approval."
Verosika's eyes gleamed with cruel delight, "Exactly. And the best part? Kieran's broadcasting it. To everyone."
She leaned back with a devilish smile, "Let him keep running his mouth. Eventually, someone's going to shut it for him."
["What about a car wash?!" Millie excitedly asked with shimmering eyes as Moxxie raised his eyebrows at her.]
["This is Hell, Millie. No one cares about cars being clean here, okay?" Blitzø pointed out before thinking to himself.]
["Ooh! What about a billboard?" He suggested with a sharp-toothed smile as he waved his hands with an enthusiastic flair as sparkles flew out.]
["We can't afford a billboard, sir." Moxxie informed him in an annoyed tone.]
[Suddenly, Blitzø quickly got up in Moxxie's face and wrapped an arm around his shoulder, "Helpful, Moxxie. Really glad you're in the room right now." He said sarcastically before pushing Moxxie off the chair.]
Wrath Ring:
In a modest but cozy Hellborn home deep in the Wrath Ring, Joe, Lin, and Sallie Mae sat on a worn but comfortable couch, their eyes glued to the glowing screen as the broadcast rolled on.
Joe immediately chuckled with a proud glimmer in his eye, "That's my girl! Ain't nothin' wrong with a car wash idea."
Lin nodded with a soft smile, "She's so full of energy, just like how she killed all of the other contestants in that competition."
Sallie Mae snickered as she twirled a toothpick in her mouth, "Too bad she ain't allowed to enter those anymore. I still think about the way she crushed that one guy's neck with her boots."
"And did he let that guy push him around like that?" Joe's expression soured slightly as he gestured to Blitzø, pushing Moxxie off the chair and shook his head in disappointment, "A true Wrathian would've stood his ground, and cracked a jaw or two."
"I still don't get what she sees in him," Sallie Mae added with a shrug, "She could've had any real Imp from the Wrath Ring. But she picked the one with zero backbone? It just doesn't add up."
Lin offered a knowing look to her husband, "Maybe there's more to him than we see. She ain't the type to settle down, not unless she sees something in him."
"Hmph. I'll believe it when I see him act like he deserves her." Joe huffed and crossed his arms tightly over his chest.
Greed Ring:
In a dark, lavish lounge within the Greed Ring, Crimson, Moxxie's estranged and ruthless father, sat back in a leather armchair, sipping from a glass of deep red wine while the broadcast played on a flat-screen TV mounted on the wall. A low jazz tune played faintly in the background, but all attention was on the screen.
"Well, well." He muttered, his voice laced with venom, "So this is where my disappointment of a son scampered off to."
He took a slow sip from the glass before setting it down on the side table with a faint clink.
"The Pride Ring...?" Crimson scoffed, leaning forward as his sharp fingers tapped the armrest. "Of all the shitholes in Hell, he chooses the one place with a yearly genocide? No wonder I can't find him."
"Doesn't that spineless little shit know what happens up there during the extermination? Or has his brain rotted from whatever freak circus he's surrounded himself with?" For a brief moment, Crimson considered sending someone to drag Moxxie back to Greed Ring, where he could be monitored... controlled. But he waved a hand dismissively and grabbed his glass once more.
"Eh. Let him rot in that death trap if he wants. So long as I don't need him, that idiot can stay up there and get himself wiped out for all I care." His gaze lingered on the screen for a moment longer before he grinned.
"But when the day I needed something from him..." Crimson whispered as his expression darkened, "He better crawl his sorry ass back here. Or I'll drag him back myself."
["Have you guys forgotten what service we provide?" Blitzø asked his team as he pulled out a remote and turned on a TV.]
[It showed Blitzø laughing as he killed someone with a sledgehammer, causing a large gash in the side of someone's head.]
[Then it transitioned to Moxxie smirking devilishly as he shot a demon in the mouth using a shotgun, blowing out its eyes and brains while also blasting himself back in the process with a grunt.]
[It then cut to Loona tearing up someone's neck, who screamed while she growled as she shook them around like a ragdoll.]
[And then finally it cut to Millie decapitating a demon with a spear and lets out a giggle as she shouldered the spear.]
[Blitzø had a bowl of popcorn in his hands, letting Loona have some as he moved over the bowl to Millie, who was currently sitting upon the table with a smile, and Moxxie stood up and rubbed his hand on his face.]
Hazbin Hotel:
Charlie winced at the sight, while she knew that death and murder were common in her Hell, even so, her beliefs hadn't changed. Killing, no matter the reason, was still wrong in her eyes. That kind of brutality only reinforced the cycle she was fighting so hard to break.
That is however highly ignored as the multiple Sinners sitting at the TV were hollering at the violence shown.
"Fuck yeah! That's what I'm talking about!" One demon cackled, practically vibrating with excitement.
"Man, if we weren't stuck here, I'd be out there doing all that shit!" Another howled.
"Shut the fuck up, moron! Her dad is sitting right there!" A third snapped at him.
Lucifer however just sighed, yet another point that humans are irredeemable.
"Honestly, Charlie," He said with a weary glance at his daughter, "I'm beginning to think you should try redeeming other sinners instead."
"Well, I don't see what's the problem." Angel Dust smirked as he tossed a piece of popcorn into his mouth, "Just an average Tuesday in Hell if you ask me."
Husk sipped lazily from his flask, barely glancing at the screen. "Who the hell are those guys anyway?" He muttered, "Never seen any imps doing contract work like that in the Pride Ring."
Vaggie pinched the bridge of her nose and said, "If they are shown in the broadcast, then there must be something important about them."
"Indeed Vaggie." Alastor said with a grin, "Perhaps there's more to these little imps than meets the eye. Let's see just how entertaining they can be."
Vaggie shot him a side glance, clearly not sharing in his excitement, "We're not here to be entertained, Alastor. This isn't something that we should enjoy."
"Oh, but it certainly looks like everyone has the same idea doesn't it?" Alastor grinned in response.
{Heaven}
Promenade:
Across the expanse of heaven, a collective gasp echoed as the inhabitants watched those hellborn demons killing those people on the broadcast screen.
"D-Do you see that?! They just admitted to killing people... for money!" One angel exclaimed, placing a trembling hand over their mouth.
"And with no remorse!" Another added, her wings twitching nervously as she continued, "They don't even look like the Sinners we've seen before..."
A younger cherub turned away from the screen, visibly grossed out as she exclaimed, "Why would anyone enjoy taking a life like that?!"
Even the Heavenborn were horrified to see their hellish counterparts committing those atrocious acts.
"Honestly, this wasn't surprising at all." Bumble grumbled, crossing his arms, "Typical demons, always killing each other for money and pleasure. That's what they are. That's what they do."
Pip shifted uncomfortably at Bumble's sharp tone, "I-I mean... you're not wrong, Bumble. Maybe it's just... how Hell operates that's all."
The rabbit cherub noticed Pip's discomfort and with a gentle smile, he placed a reassuring paw on Pip's head, brushing away a tear that had started to form, "There there, Pip. It's all right, you don't have to see this if you're uncomfortable with it."
Pip sniffled and wiped his eyes, but stood up a little straighter, "Thanks, Hop. Really. But... we should just continue watching. I think... I think there's a reason this is being shown to us. There has to be a bigger purpose behind all of this."
While the cherubs continued their discussion in the background, the Winners sat in increasingly uncomfortable silence as the broadcast displayed a brutal montage of imps gleefully slaughtering other demons. The sheer casualness of the violence-and the imps' visible enjoyment-was enough to make even the more stoic among them wince.
While the cherubs continued their discussion, the Winners cringed as they looked at the imps killing all of those other demons, and looking like they enjoyed it.
Mollie quickly looked away from the scene as Annie gently placed a comforting hand on her daughter's back.
Arlo's brows furrowed in disgust as he pointed out, "Did they seriously just admit to being hired killers? Who in their right mind would ever want people like that doing their dirty work?"
Rebecca let out an uneasy laugh, trying to mask her discomfort, "Well... it is Hell. I guess it makes sense that demons would try to kill each other for petty reasons."
Danny tilted his head thoughtfully, eyes narrowing at the imps on-screen, "I wonder what species they are. They almost look like the evil counterparts of the cherubs."
"Yeah, and I'm betting they've got more than a few screws loose." Jordan snorted, but before he could laugh, Danny jabbed him in the elbow, making Jordan flinch.
"Ow! What was that for?"
Danny gave him a stern look and said, "Not the time."
["Ahh, those were the good times." Blitzø said with a sigh, as Millie took a piece of popcorn and plopped it into her mouth, while gunshots rang from the TV as screams could be heard in the background.]
["I don't need any reminding, sir. Considering you blew most of our salaries on an obnoxious TV ad last week." He reminded his boss as Millie looked at him with a bright smile.]
["One that you then additionally paid to have run for three hours on a channel... nobody watches." Moxxie exclaimed with a scowl.]
["Uh hey, excuse me." Blitzø retorted as he turned around and scowled at Moxxie.]
["What's 'obnoxious' about a super-fun jingle, alright?" Blitzø asked as he stood up, "It's a fun distraction when an advertisement's spittin' bullshit!" He said as he walked in front of the table as Millie took her seat with a smile and Moxxie had his eyes closed.]
["People love musicals, sir." Millie agreed with Blitzø.]
["Exactly, Millie. And we're basically doing a musical." Blitzø pointed at her as he did jazz hands and a smile.]
{Earth}
Sydney:
"Woah, woah, woah! Are they seriously making a full-blown musical?!" An overexcited voice rang out from a cluttered bedroom filled with posters of classic rock bands, orchestral composers, and a few well-worn instruments propped up against the wall.
His name is Nico, age 24, an aspiring musician with boundless energy and a deep love for music, sat perched on the edge of his bed, eyes glued to his laptop screen. His bright yellow T-shirt emblazoned with a stylized violin and sky-blue pants gave him the look of someone who wore his passion as proudly as his clothes. His shaggy black hair bounced with every expressive movement as he leaned closer to the screen, practically vibrating with excitement.
Nico had already fallen in love with the songs from the first broadcast, but one stood out above them all.
"'Inside of Every Demon is a Rainbow' is a masterpiece!" He gushed out, clasping his hands together dramatically, "It is catchy, clever, colorful, and it's inspiring! Better than half the junk I hear on the radio these days."
He paused as his face turned grim as a certain memory resurfaced.
"And don't even get me started on rap," He muttered bitterly, his mood dipping for just a second, "I made the mistake of listening to that one song made by KSI, that was the worst thing I have ever heard. Ugh."
But just as quickly as the scowl came, his enthusiasm reignited instantly.
"But if that's what Hell sounds like, then imagine what other genres they might have down there!" He exclaimed excitedly, "There's gotta be a Hell-version of rock! Maybe some twisted classical compositions! Think about it, souls from every era and every style all in one place?! Some of the greatest musicians have to end up in Hell, right? Especially if they were... y'know, a bit on the murdery side."
"That white-haired demon, Moxxie, right?" Nico perked up, "That guy's gotta have some pipes. I can feel it. Look at him he's got that stage-fright energy, but I bet he has an amazing voice once he starts singing!"
"Oh please let him have a solo. I need to hear what demons sound like when they sing their hearts out!" He grinned eagerly, bouncing his heel against the floor.
California:
"Lucas! Lucas, look, look, look!" Connor exclaimed, practically bouncing in place as he pointed at the TV screen, "Did they just say they're doing a jingle?! I didn't even know Hell had jingles!"
Behind the bar, Lucas rolled his eyes as he continued pouring a round of non-alcoholic drinks for the waiting customers, "Not now, Connor, can't you see I'm working?"
"But..." Connor tried to protest, only to stop short when he caught the sharp glare Lucas shot him.
"...Fine."
Lucas sighed and turned his attention back to mixing drinks, but his ears stayed alert. The hum of the bar was alive with chatter, and he couldn't help but notice that several customers had started talking about the weird creatures on screen.
"I'm telling you, those demons are definitely imps," One guy at a nearby table insisted, gesturing toward the screen, "I read somewhere that imps have red skin and love pulling pranks. They certainly fit the bill, doesn't it?"
"Yeah, and did you see that wolf girl?" Another chimed in. "She's definitely a hellhound and you can't convince me otherwise."
"I'm pretty sure she's a werewolf, just more on the 'wolf' part." His friend argued, "After all, she does look more human in some characteristics, and I wouldn't be surprised if she could shift into a more human form when she wants."
"Dude are you fucking serious! There's absolutely no way she could do that!" Another one exclaimed, "If that's true, then we have to consider that everyone else is secretly hellhounds in disguise! And that's another shit that we all have to deal with!"
Lucas paused for a moment as their conversation struck a chord. He glanced at the screen again, then back at the group.
'Could she even transform?' He wondered silently, 'If someone like her looks this human already, what's stopping them from blending in even more?'
Because if they could... wouldn't that mean they would know how to come to Earth?
And if so... then that means that they are watching this broadcast from Earth right now.
["Are you gonna crush my musical theatre dreams like my dad did?" Blitzø asked as he pointed at Moxxie as sad violin music began to play in the background.]
["Sir..." Moxxie tried to speak up but Blitzø cut him off with an unamused look on his face.]
["Cause, right now? All I see is just my dad's asshole talking to me! Crushing my dreams of being who I truly am inside." He continued with a clenched fist and a sorrowful look on his face.]
{Hell}
I.M.P headquarters:
The IMP Headquarters was sealed tight, fortified with Stolas' most powerful protective spells. Inside, the gang huddled together in front of the broadcast, joined by Stolas and Octavia, all of them were tensed as the screen continued to reveal more and more.
Blitzø let out a startled hiss-yelp at the screen, as realization crashed down on him, "Fuck, shit, piss, Christ on a stick!" He blurted out, tugging at his jacket in a panic. His tail whipped the table behind him with a loud thwack as he squirmed in place.
Everyone wasn't supposed to know that! And if everyone is watching this! That also included his sister, his ex-friend, and Verosika! He is going to be a dead demon walking if he even gets out of this alive.
Stolas, despite the obvious situation, couldn't help but swoon a little at how good Blitzø looked on screen... but his fondness was quickly dampened when Blitzø muttered something about his father. 'Surely Blitzø's dad couldn't be worse than mine?' Stolas thought uneasily.
Millie was already fussing over her appearance, her cheeks puffed out in mild horror. "Sweetie, I didn't look that bad that day, right?!" She squeaked as she smoothed down her hair, "I didn't even brush that much! Oh, and my scales..."
Beside her, Moxxie yanked at his bowtie and coughed nervously, "Oh crumbs! They're going to find out, everyone in Hell is going to see what we've been doing! We are so unbelievably fucked!"
Even Octavia had pulled her beanie over her face as she rocked anxiously in her seat. If people hadn't known about her father's scandalous relationship with Blitzø before... they definitely would now. The humiliation alone was going to make her a bigger laughingstock than she already felt like.
Even Loona whimpered as her ears drooped and her tail rigid as she could probably guess just what was going to be shown, the incident with that kid in Hell. The utter disaster of Loo Loo Land. And don't even get her started on the Spring Break debacle.
And worse, even Heaven is watching this whole thing right now, and if Lucifer doesn't immediately kill them, then the angels or the Exorcists will wipe them all out.
Sloth Ring:
In a dusty, lit drugstore nestled between two forgotten alleyways, Barbie Wire sat on the front counter, her head resting in her palm, and she looked extremely bored. The only source of light came from a flickering screen mounted on the wall behind the register, broadcasting the show that features him.
That is until she heard what her ex-brother said about their father, her face twisted instantly into a scowl. She sat upright with a jolt and glared at the screen.
"Oh wow. Of course," She snapped with venom dripping from her voice, "You just had to drag Dad into it again, huh? That's all you ever fucking do huh shithead?!"
She is still angry about the incident of the circus blowing up and their mother's death. She still blamed Blitzø for the whole thing, and she would never forgive him.
And just when she finally got her life together, the screen just happened to display her brother, and knowing the attention glory hog he is, he's definitely soaking up all of the attention right now.
"You gave up on your dream? Please!" She spat bitterly, "Fizz was always the better performer! And if you hadn't been so goddamn jealous! If you hadn't pulled that reckless stunt... Mom would still be alive!"
With a sudden, furious motion, she slammed her fist onto the countertop, the wood groaning beneath the impact.
CRASH!
The sharp sound of something falling in the back broke her out of her spiraling thoughts. She blinked, then immediately hopped off the counter.
"Hello? Is anyone over there?" She shouted, peering past the dusty aisles toward the storage area.
There was no response.
After hearing nothing for a few seconds, she turned back and saw a Kitsuna sitting on her seat, its tail curled neatly beneath it, and green eyes widened as they stared right back at her.
"What the fuck?! Who the hell are you?! How did you even get in here?!"
The Kitsune blinked slowly, clearly just as surprised to see her.
[Moxxie continued to scowl at his boss as Millie looked at him with a cheeky smile.]
["Are you tryin' to crush his dreams, Moxxie?" She asked with a smirk.]
["I..." Moxxie raised his hand to protest, before raising a brow as he turned to his wife, "What?"]
["I thought I knew you~" Millie playfully spoke to her husband as she moved closer to him, slightly sticking her tongue out and wagged her tail.]
Hazbin Hotel:
"Awwww!!! They're so adorable!!" Charlie squealed, practically bouncing where she sat as the couple appeared on-screen. Her eyes sparkled with excitement, and his hands clutched together under her chin, "I totally ship them! They're perfect for each other!"
"Well... they're kinda cute, I guess," Vaggie admitted with a reluctant shrug.
"Heh, I bet Millie is the dominant one in bed if you know what I mean~" Angel Dust seductively wiggled his eyebrows from the couch, "You know, if you can do a porn shoot between me and Smiles over there, we could have more sinners over here~"
"Haha! Never going to happen!" Alastor's eye twitched with a restrained smile.
"Ugh." Husk groaned and collapsed onto the bar counter, his tail twitching with irritation, "Can we not talk about porn right now? We are watching these imps for some other reason. Get your priorities straight."
Angel just chuckled and flipped his hair, "Hey, violence and sex are common down here baby."
Charlie giggled, trying to hide her blush, while Vaggie gave Angel a half-hearted glare.
{Earth}
Paris:
"Attends, sont-ils sérieusement mariés?" (Wait, are they seriously married?) Aurelie asked, blinking in disbelief.
"Je ne vais pas mentir, ils sont plutôt adorables d'une certaine manière." (Not gonna lie, they're kinda adorable in a twisted sort of way.) Marinette giggled covering her mouth with her hand.
"Mais sérieusement, ils ont l'air heureux. Genre... étrangement heureux. Tu crois que c'est vrai ? Sont-ils vraiment mariés?" (But seriously, they look happy. Like... weirdly happy. Do you think that's real? Are they actually married?) Aurelie leaned forward with curious eyes.
Before Marinette could respond, the chef behind the counter, who'd been eavesdropping, let out a short snort as he stirred a pot, "Si c'est le cas, tant mieux pour eux. Ils ont plus d'alchimie que la moitié des couples que j'ai vus sur les applications de rencontre." (If they are, good for them. They've got more chemistry than half the couples I've seen on dating apps.)
As the scene continued, more laughter bubbled from the crowd, some people visibly rooting for the odd little demon couple while others were trying to wrap their heads around how Hell had better relationship dynamics than some real-life couples.
[Moxxie just smirked at her with an eye roll before his expression turned serious again as he looked at Blitzø.]
["I can't believe you, Moxxie!" Blitzø said as he was still doing his broken-hearted routine, as a single tear formed in his left eye, "After I made you employee of the month!"]
[He held up a picture frame that had eyes and teeth on it, along with a plaque that read "Employee of the Month" which contained a picture of Moxxie who looked in pain from what must have been a sudden and bright camera flash.]
United States of America:
All across Earth, laughter echoed in the homes, cafés, classrooms, offices, or wherever people happened to be watching the broadcast. The infamous image of Moxxie's horrified, wide-eyed expression flashed on screens everywhere, and it instantly became an internet sensation.
People spit out drinks, fell out of their chairs, and clutched their stomachs as laughter overwhelmed them. Phones were whipped out instantly as screenshots flew across group chats and social media feeds. Within minutes, memes flooded the internet with captions like:
{When your boss says, 'we're like a family' but fires you on Christmas.}
{That moment when you realize the camera was on the whole time.}
{POV: You just opened someone's search history by accident.}
In one cozy suburban living room, Marcy had her face buried in a bowl of chips when she saw the image. Her laughter burst out so suddenly she nearly choked, coughing and giggling between gasps, "T-that picture! He looks like he just saw a ghost!"
James laughed too as he shook his head, "D-dude, poor Moxxie! That's the worst employee of the month photo I've ever seen!"
"Awww, but he still got employee of the month though!" She exclaimed as she held up her bat plushie, "See, Bat-Bat? Even sad people get awards!"
Even the Kitsuna snickered cutely as it also found the picture extremely hilarious.
Canada:
"AHAHAHAHA!!"
Kathleen burst into hysterics, nearly doubling over as she slammed her fist against her desk, her laughter echoing through the room, "T-That has got to be the most embarrassing photo I've ever seen in my life!" She wheezed, wiping a tear from the corner of her eye.
The image of Moxxie's utterly stunned and scrunched-up face had just flashed across her livestream, and her chat had exploded with reactions.
{LMFAOOOOOO!!! 💀💀💀}
{Bro looks like he just saw someone's search history!}
{Screenshot that, we're making this into a Discord emoji!}
{He looks so shocked and terrified! 🤣}
{Ladies and gents, meet our new meme king!}
Kathleen could barely keep up, laughing harder as her viewers spammed meme edits, photoshopping Moxxie's face onto everything from crying Wojaks to drama posters and fast-food ads.
"Thanks Chat!" She gasped between breaths, "Seriously, this feels like some kind of absurd comedy skit. If this is how they act regularly, I need a full series immediately."
She leaned back in her gaming chair, still giggling as she looked at the screen again, "Moxxie, my dude, I'm so sorry... but also, not really. The Internet's never letting you live this down."
The chat instantly responded in kind:
{RIP Moxxie's dignity 2025 💐}
{Fly high, meme prince 🕊️✨}
["Okay, Sir!" Moxxie relented, "I'm sorry; a commercial jingle is not comparable to musical theatre. Nobody actually likes the jingles!"]
["I liked it." Millie remarked with a face that seemed slightly disappointed and confused.]
["Do not... do not agree with him in front of me!" Moxxie pleaded with Millie as he pointed a finger at her.]
[Just then, the sound of a film reel can be heard as the scene cuts to a red old film countdown that went from 3 to 2 before Blitzø appeared on screen again with a theatre-like backdrop behind him.]
["Hi, I'm Blitzø, the O is silent, and I'm the founder of I.M.P.!" Blitzø introduced himself as he lifted one of his hands, while the initials 'I.M.P.' appeared above it.]
["Are you a piece of shit that got sent to hell?" Blitzø asked as an image of him smiling evilly with a mustache, a monocle, and two bowler hats that were stabbed through his horns atop his head as a burning building was shown behind him, which was labeled 'Orphanage for elderly blind newborn dogs'.]
["Or are you an innocent soul who got FUCKED over by someone else?!" Blitzø asked with an impish smile as an image of him with a cheesy innocent look on his face showed him in white robes and a fake halo over his as he threw away a coffee cup into the trash.]
Everyone watching was visibly confused by what Blitzø was doing. At first, his over-the-top performance seemed completely out of place until most people gradually realized it had to be part of some kind of commercial.
But a commercial for what, exactly?
He said he is the founder of I.M.P. and despite the obvious joke and name, they were curious as to how he did it with only three coworkers.
{Heaven}
The moment Blitzø's flamboyant introduction finished, complete with the bowler hats and the ridiculous orphanage background, Emily's jaw dropped slightly. Beside her, her small Kitsuna let out a distressed whimper and covered its eyes with its tiny paws.
From his seat nearby, Jesus exhaled sharply through his nose and rubbed the bridge of his nose, visibly cringing at the spectacle, "I had hoped the next segment would be more... tactful."
The Kitsuna peeked through its paws, trembling slightly as the image of Blitzø grinning amidst a flaming orphanage played out.
Emily slowly turned her head, her eyes widened in disbelief as she looked at her uncle, "U-Uncle Jesus... Is this seriously what Imps are like?"
Jesus glanced back at the screen, and shrugged, "That... is Blitzø. He has a very distinct method of expressing himself."
Emily shook her head slowly, watching as the images of burning orphanages and fake halos danced across the screen. "I was not prepared for this."
Jesus gave her a sympathetic pat on the shoulder, "Believe me, Emily. Blitzø has a reason for acting like this, trust me."
The Kitsuna nodded in agreement, as it was still peeking with one eye and its other paw firmly planted over its face.
Promenade:
A collective wave of stunned disbelief rippled through the ranks of the Heavenborn as Blitzø's chaotic commercial blared from the screen.
"What in the Father's name...?!" One angel exclaimed, their wings twitching in disbelief.
"Did I read that building's name right?! Who... who approved that?!" Another gasped, clutching their head.
"Why is he smiling like that!? And why do I want to laugh at it?!" A flustered angel shouted.
The Winners, on the other hand, have different reactions.
"I mean... at least he's being honest?" A winner murmured with a shrug.
"Hell has commercials?" Another asked, their brow furrowed in confusion.
"He kinda reminds me of that one chaotic professor back on Earth..." A third Winner wondered, shaking their head.
Some horrified parents immediately pulled their children close, shielding their eyes from the screen while others simply sighed in resignation, shaking their heads as if to say, "Of course, Hell would have this."
Charles's jaw dropped as he stared at the screen and shouted, "What in God's name did I just witnessss?!"
Beside him, Linda covered her mouth with her hands, her expression a mix of horror and bewilderment as she exclaimed, "Was that supposed to be... funny?! Those poor dogs!!"
Max however couldn't stop laughing, though whether from disbelief or genuine amusement was unclear. "That can't be a real place, right?! No way. That name is so specific, it feels illegal!"
Annie, visibly pale and mortified, leaned in and whispered, "Why is this imp so loud and chaotic?"
"I don't know, I can't decide if this is the worst or most honest advertisement I've ever seen." Molly whispered back.
[The scene cuts to the streets of Imp City as the camera shows a buff, red Sinner with veins protruding around his neck and a black widow's peak haircut as he wore a white and red sports shirt that read, 'Ohio' as well as him wearing some spiked bracelets as Blitzø held up a damaged cardboard sign that pointed to him that read, 'Some guy who hired us!!']
["After lovingly killing my wife for FUCKING THE DELIVERY MAN!!" The sinner shook his fist in anger as he let out a demonic growl.]
["You can imagine my surprise when I wound up here after the state of Ohio killed me!" The buff sinner said as he rubbed his chin in thought with a raised brow.]
["I only wish that I could stick to that YAPPY JOGGER! Who saw me hiding the body!" He roared in anger with his fists raised up.]
{Hell}
Pride Ring:
The same buff sinner let out a booming cackle as he slammed a shot glass down on the bar, and a smug grin stretched across his face, "Hell yeah, baby! I'm on TV!" He roared, flexing a little as the broadcast replayed his interview. The other patrons hooted and cheered, clapping him on the back.
One of the bar patrons, a thinner, more serpent-looking demon arched a brow and muttered just loud enough to be heard, "So that's what landed you down here, huh? Figures. Wouldn't be the first time some meathead ended up in Hell for doing something like that."
That offhand comment seemed to break the tension, and suddenly the room shifted. A quiet unease settled in as several Sinners glanced around at one another as the weight of his words sank in. Their rowdy celebration dimmed to murmurs as guilt, confusion, and reflection stirred in their minds.
"Y'know... he's not wrong," A female Sinner near the jukebox said softly, frowning into her drink, "I caught my boyfriend cheating on me with some random chick... and then I snapped. Don't even remember what I did after that. Just woke up here."
"I was just a drug mule." Another chimed in nervously, "Didn't even know I was selling to kids. If I had, I swear I wouldn't've..."
"Fuck, if Heaven's THAT uptight, no wonder we have the fucking Extermination every year!" A bear sinner growled from the corner.
At the mention of it, a dark hush fell across the bar. Growls and bitter grumbles spread around the room as the word Extermination was enough to sour any mood.
"W-wait, hang on!" A purple dragon sinner barked, pointing an accusing finger at the buff demon, "The sign said you hired them right?! Did you pay I.M.P. to do something for you? What exactly did you mean by that?!"
All eyes turned to the musclebound demon, who was surprised by the sudden attention and scratched the back of his head awkwardly.
"Well... I mean..." He gave a sheepish grin, "I just paid 'em to take care of that yappy jogger who saw me hiding the body."
"Wait... what?" Someone whispered in confusion.
The buff demon shrugged, looking increasingly uncomfortable by the accusation, "Yeah, I mean... the guy rat me out, so I... ya know... hired them to kill him for me because he snitched."
"But the jogger... he was alive, wasn't he?" Another sinner asked, their voice rising with disbelief as they continued, "You hired them to kill someone who was still alive?!"
There was a heavy pause and every single patron in the room leaned in, waiting for his answer.
"Um..." The buff demon gulped before he answered, "...Yes?"
A chorus of gasps, angry shouts, and stunned silence exploded around him as dozens of sinners started arguing all at once, some pointing fingers, while others stood still in silence as the implications sank in.
"I thought we were only sent to Hell after we died!"
"Does that mean those imps could kill anyone?! Even if their time isn't up yet?!"
"How the fuck did they do that?!"
The atmosphere had completely shifted from boisterous celebration to complete paranoia.
And at the center of it all, the buff demon who once proudly showed off his TV appearance now shrank in his seat, suddenly wishing he hadn't said anything at all.
{Earth}
Ohio
Everyone in the Ohio State University Police Department instantly scrambled to find the document about the Sinner on the screen and who he was while he was still a human.
"W-wait, I think I got something!" A police intern pulled out a file from underneath a pile of dozen criminal case files before he handed it over to a detective who held a cigarette in his mouth.
The detective in question is Dominic Smith, age 36, a long-time veteran who has solved multiple cases from small time thievery to attacks on the city, and since the broadcast confirmed that Sinners are people who once lived on Earth, he has been looking over dozens of cases that he found were... bizarre.
For example, a little kid was found dead with his body parts chopped up after being missing for a few hours, second an entire family was killed by the police after an anonymous phone tip, and finally was the dozens of cases where the criminal was killed only to find out that the witness/ people related to the culprit was killed by various methods after a few days.
Beside him was a little Kitsuna wearing a cute detective hat and had a bubble pipe was also looking at the cases with intense concentration.
He didn't personally care that the Kitsuna was there as long as it stays out of his way of solving these cases.
Without a word, he hold out his hand and the intern gave the file to him and he immediately opened it and observed the contents on it.
"Hmm, so the Sinner's name is Robert Davidson, apparently he was caught killing his wife for cheating on him with a delivery man, and the witness was a jogger who happened to spot him in the act." Dominic muttered as he lit a cigarette, "But after a few days, the jogger was mysteriously killed in his home, the only evidence of his murder was the bullet shell casing that was found and the mysterious footprints that was on the floor."
"So Detective, is that the guy on the screen?" The police chief asked.
"Yes, I can say that without a doubt that sinner was or rather is Robert Davidson. His earlier statement proved that he's the person that was sentenced to death, but what concerns me the most is the jogger that reported it was mysteriously killed days later after the incident."
"You think it was related to the demons that was shown earlier?" The intern timidly raised his hand, "I mean Blitzø had a sign that literally reads that the sinner hired them to do a job, but what job exactly?"
Dominic Smith was lost in thought as he pondered all of the possibilities, 'The demons are definitely related to the case that involved the joggers death, but that's not possible unless the sinners explicitly told them about his death and he hired them to...'
His eyes widened.
His cigarette slipped from his mouth, hitting the floor with a quiet sizzle.
The entire precinct fell silent as everyone turned towards him.
"Um, detective? Are you okay?" The police chief roughly shook his shoulder and he snapped out of it.
"The demons... Robert hired them to kill the jogger as part of a revenge scheme... and somehow I.M.P managed to come to Earth and killed them."
The silence was shattered.
Panic swept through the precinct like wildfire.
Desks were overturned. Phones rang off the hook as officers shouted over one another, throwing out wild theories, desperate suggestions, and half-baked emergency protocols. An officer clutched a cross while muttering prayers, while another officer threw up his lunch onto the floor.
"Is this the start of an invasion?!"
"If they can come to Earth, what's stopping them from targeting anyone?!"
"Do we even know how they got here?!"
Dominic remained seated amid the chaos, his mind raced as the implications were staggering. If demonic assassins could be hired by souls in Hell to eliminate people still living on Earth... that means that there's no way to stop once they arrived on Earth, especially since that broadcast proved that the demons and sinners are stronger than them.
But... that can wait for now as he already pulled out another file.
Because if one job had been carried out on Earth... there could be more.
And if he didn't stop it... no one would.