It was late going into the night for the land of the living, two sharply dressed government types walking through a pristine, almost sterile hospital white tile hallway passing heavy steel doors.

At the end of the hall they stop at a steel door guarded by two other suited men, each holding a katana on their belts. They nod stoically to each other then have the other two scan ID badges, followed by retina scans, finished up by fingerprint analysis.

The door slides open revealing a room with Japanese edo Era weapons lining the one wall and on the other side the wall was decorated with mounted animal heads like a dozen furry trophies. At the end of the room sat a single desk with a chair turned away, in that chair sat a heavily built muscular man trimming his chin hairs with a hunting knife.

One: You called for us Sir?

Two: Ready and-

Honcho: Shut it.

The head 'Honcho' turned around and stuck the knife in the desk making Agent One and Two flinch standing up straighter than ever.

Honcho lit up a lighter for his cigar revealing the left side of his face horribly scarred with burns running down from forehead to left cheek. His wounded eye is covered with a patch while some of his teeth sit exposed from the molten scarred flesh as he smokes.

Honcho: I just got a call from the higher ups... if we don't start showing some results they're gonna cut back the funding... again! So as my top two agents here... you better have something to show me OR WERE ALL PUSHING PAPER IN THE MAIL ROOM NEXT WEEK!

Honcho slammed his fist down on the desk, the agents catching a glimpse of "FATE" tattooed across his knuckles.

One: Oh we do boss! Some real good stuff.

Two: Oh yeah! Talkin' top shelf evidence that'll make those higher up wet themselves-

Honcho: Glad to hear you got more than that basic ass grainy blockbuster VHS tripe.

Two: Well.... heh heh not exactly...

Honcho: Not.... exactly?....

One: It's way above! Above in the sense it's blockbuster rental quality anymore, you see it's more like early 2000's porno quality-

Honcho: THE ONLY PORNO YOU TWO ARE GONNA GET IS A HIGH-DEFINITION REPLY OF ME FIST FUCKING YOUR FACES!!

Two: .......... So is that a no to the video evidence?

Honcho: END of the month, physical evidence... I wanna be able to feel the fear in my hands... so the next time you come into this office, you better have something legit... or I will LEGIT murder you both then myself. Rather die a manic then live another day a failure... never again...

He says gently, running his hand down his wounded flesh. Then he notices the two agents standing there awkwardly.

Honcho: What?! You want a fucking cookie, GET THE FUCK BACK TOO IT!

The two of them rush out of his office and the door slams shut behind them.

One: Ooookay... boss seems a little on edge today... no big deal, we got this-

Two: Got this?! We ONLY have video footage... I mean if he was still around he could clear the footage as legit-

One: Can you please NOT mention his name around here?!

Two: ... I didn't...

One: You know what I mean! He's dead to us, good thing too because he's evil and cruel and mean-

Two: Now hold up, evil sure. Cruel debatable. But mean? Big doubt.

One: You really think that 'kindness' of his wasn't all just an act to worm his way into our hearts, face it Two he played us from day one!

Two: .... I'm going for a coffee, I'll meet you in the evidence room...

Two began walking away as One clenched his fist and shouted after regardless of who else in the hall could watch it unfold.

One: FACE IT TWO, HE WAS A BAD MAN WHO PLAYED US... THE FASTER YOU ACCEPT IT THE FASTER WE CAN GET BACK TO OUR NORMAL LIVES!!

Two ignored him and kept walking, biting her lip to hold back all the harsh words wanting out.

Two: Normal?... You're the one acting like he never cared... Things ain't ever gonna be normal again... But I know sure as hell, we're gonna catch those depraved beasts.

She told herself stealing her resolve as she poured her decaf coffee, it all would start with an overnight review of all their evidence.

Little did they know that within the deepest reaches of hell, darkness brewing in the quarters of the underworld most revered royalty where-

[ SEMI LEMON START ]

Stella: Bloody Hell YES! Sweet fucking brimstone, don't you dare stop!~

Where Stella Goetia is having her sweet avian půssy devoured by a blue skinned demon, she clutched the bedsheets in her talons, ripping the thread as he plunged and twisted his tongue around her soft pink tight hole.

As proud as she was the moment her back hit the bed and her legs around his head he could pull every dirty, horny weakness from her. Her hips bucking against his mouth as drank in all her sweet juices not wasting a drop.

Stella used cussing to hide her unsophisticated moans and other unbecoming whorish sounds. The struggle comes to an end when Stella arches her back grunting as her limit is breached and the fluids dripping from her owl milf can't come pouring out.

Stella: OH how I needed this~

Y/N: I can tell, I've never seen my owl queen so tense before.

He smirked crawling up inches away from her face as she rolled her eyes putting on that cold, callous queen persona as she fixed the ruffled feathers around her lower half.

[ SEMI LEMON END ]

Stella: Nothing more than my whore of a wife thinking she's some hero for divorcing me... she fails to realize the consequences of such idiotic conquests.

Stella slipped into her garterbelt and brasier, stepping towards her budare to touch up her mascara; meanwhile Y/n was still basically dressed as he dusted the wrinkles out of his shirt and pulled a feather out of his mouth.

Stella: I will admit I was apprehensive about our rendezvous when you informed me of your testicular condition; however, I was pleasantly surprised with your tongue today, by far a less than acceptable alternative but it had been so long since I'd had someone tongue polish the royal jewels~

Y/N: Oh the pleasure was all mine my Queen, once everything is in prime working condition you'll have first right to it all~

Stella smiled at him in the reflection of the mirror, bending over just a little further and subtly shaking her tail feathers and thick ass at him.

Stella: I expected no less~

As tempting as it was to take that ass and blow her back out for the rest of the day he had to evacuate the area before the spouse returned, that and Blitza was expecting him within the hour to fill in for the day.

But that did stir one question, one more relevant given recent events.

Y/N: So your wife doesn't know about our arrangement? I only ask because I don't even know who your wife is and they might wanna kill me-

Stella: Have you never bothered to take your scandalous eyes off my ass long enough to observe our family portraits decorating the halls?

Y/N: Every time I approach your home you greet me with your tongue down my throat and talons pulling at my clothes... never got the chance to compliment your decorator.

He chuckled as he gently clasped her shoulders from behind and planted a kiss or two on her neck in which she acted like she didn't care.

Stella: Well it's of no worry, my soon-to-be-ex wife may be a whore but she's a cowardly whore at that. I was always igniting the mood, anytime it came to intimacy that is and anytime we argue she just... folds, almost like she enjoys being humiliated.

Y/N: Well if you say so... I'll just have to trust you. Then they heard the doors down the hall open and shut, an awkwardly forced cheerful voice calling out.

Stola: Stella my dove of torment? I brought fresh baked brim-scones back from my uh 'morning walk'

Stella clutched her hairbrush so hard it snapped as her eyes lit up with a murderous red glow.

Stella: She thinks I lack the intellectual fervor to understand this morning walk of hers is a morning fling with her filthy imp plaything... and you know that this is your cue to depart.

Y/N: After this you mean?~

Stella turns to him and the two kiss softly, Stella holding his face as he stroked her cheek and hip ignoring the inquisitive calls of her wife growing closer.

Stella breaks off the lip lock and smiles gently pushing him out the window, in which he rolls with it gracefully tumbling into a thorn-free bush courtesy of Stella for these quick exits.

Y/n dusted the leaves off and jumped the garden wall where he left his hot rod parked. Driving away he misses a chair smashing through a window as Stella and Stola engage in their usual morning argument.

As Y/n took his usual route out the garden exit at the back of the property he pulled out his phone and dialed in Vox's number.

Vox: What?

Y/N: I'm guessing by the tone in your voice that phone call didn't go well?

Vox: He's just whining, played it off as a fraud broadcast you created to defame him~

Y/N: Another reason for him to hate me, thanks Vox...

Vox: Consider it a down payment, it'll be a great gossip device can you imagine the media storm brewing. I'll tell you the forecast, we're gonna see some high moisture levels... in my pants, meow~

Y/N: Cute Vox, look you sure you don't want me to stick around... keep an eye on you?

Vox: One night stand and you already wanna spend the day with me? I need some personal space to get all freshened up, gotta find something to match this new beauty mark of mine~

Y/n smirked as he noticed a new black heart on his arm, similar to the one Vox was now sporting.

Y/N: Don't get so cocky, I just wanna keep my assets in order.

Vox: You wanna keep my ass in order? And you think I'm cocky huh~

Y/N: I see what you're doing Vox... I'll get your ass in order after work~

Vox: Promise?~

Y/n laughs and shakes his head as he pulls up to the office and almost immediately stepping into the office he's greeted by Loona who pushes him up against the wall. He finds himself happily silenced as she forcefully kisses him, the two intertwined as Loona pushes him back against the wall.

Loona: You're late doofus.

Y/N: I was on time till someone jumped me.

Loona: You complaining?

Y/N: Nope~ 

Loona gave him a peck on the cheek just as her phone buzzed, she checked and gave Y/n a nod. The two set up in the boardroom as Loona opened the portal, on the other side they saw Blitza, Mox, and Millie.

Millie: Hey stud~

Y/N: Well if it isn't my favorite southern belle of genocide, how'd it go?

Millie: Oh boy this one was a screamer but you know all about those types don't you hun?~

Their little back and forth was interrupted when Blitz fumbled over the dumpster creating a racket.

Y/n was about to laugh then his danger sense kicked in, that rattling in his head as he noticed a figure standing at the far end of the alley.

Y/N: EVERYBODY DOWN!

Blitza turned in time to push Moxxie aside and Y/n used his tail to throw Millie into Loona's arms; however, the net wrapped around his body instead throwing him across the table. Before he even has a real chance to process his restrictions he begins feeling his body pulled across the table luckily Loona snapped the cable with her fangs.

Blitza: LOONA CLOSE IT!

Millie: No!

Millie tried to run back but the portal closed, sealing Moxxie and Blitza on the other side. On the office side Millie was punching the wall while growling like a feral raccoon while tears streamed down her face.

Millie: Shit! Shit, shit, shit!

Loona was helping Y/n out of the net but didn't have to as he burst out of it.

Loona: Hey uh... you doing okay?

Millie: What are you just sittin' around for?! They need us!

Loona: Whoa Blitz used zero swears and zero euphemisms that means-

Y/N: Means open the fucking portal.

Y/n cracked his neck and tossed the net aside.

Millie: Fuck yeah!

With a landslide vote Loona grabs Blitza's emergency bag while Millie grabs a large ax. Y/n summoned the Lucky Hellsing but froze.

He looked into the reflection of the barrel and a human looked back at him but the eyes weren't his, they seemed much more... female?

???: We are still on for six o'clock, big guy?

That voice shot through his mind clearly and forcefully, he only circled back to reality when he heard the portal open.

Human-disguised Loona and ax-happy Millie stepped through, looking back at the reflection in the barrel and only found his own eyes looking back.

Y/N: Oh boy I don't need this right now. 

Y/n followed Millie and Loona into the alley but by the time they got in there was no sign of them.

Millie: They're not here...

Millie was about to buckle under the grief but Loona picked her up and pushed her into Y/n's arms. She took a whiff of the air, she then stands up grabbing Y/n by the horn dragging them away.

Loona: The dumbass twins went this way.

- - [ Meanwhile ] - -

Moxxie began to open her eyes, finding herself bound to a chair when suddenly Agent Two shoves a lamp in her face.

Two: Finally awake huh? Little fella, your friends geek awake for a while now.

Blitza: Look shit rat it takes a lot to keep me down. I took a fuck ton of tranquilizers in the college I dropped out of and I've been strapped nipples first to a car battery AND spit roasted by demon clones- uh okay.

Blitza flinched as Agent One cut her off with a second lamp.

One: Alright demon scum who do you work for? Satan?!

Two: How did you get to our world from the afterlife?

One: Why are yous killing humans?!

Two: When did you get here?

Blitza: Alright I'm gonna stop you right there bitch!

Blitza interjected as the two agents rambled on.

Blitza: We just woke up from a very nasty shock and I'm still feeling woozy so I'm gonna request us some coffee. I mean everyone gets coffee in those shitty scenes like this, I want something iced bitch! Mox?

Moxxie: I'll have any cappuccino more Capa than Chino make sure it's got no more than 4 oz of milk the beans won't have the right texture otherwise and make sure they spell my name correctly, they always put Foxxy or Roxxy. if you can't handle that I'll have a venti traditional misto please use soy milk-

The agents look to one another as Mox continues on about her very idealistic and perfect coffee to the point even Blitza is confused.

One: ENOUGH! We aren't getting yas coffee.

Blitza: Wow I was getting massive douche chills just there Mox, congrats.

Two: If we have too we are willing to resort to torture methods to get answers out of you nasty hell beasts!

Moxxie: When you say torture do you mean physical or mental? Physicality seems counter productive, we would likely tell you anything if it meant an end to the pain and no way of knowing if it's true.

Blitza: Or we may like it too much and then you have a whole other problem on your hands.

One: Whadda ya mean by that?

Blitza: Ah your stupid huh? I can work with that, mommy likey dummy~

This was enough of a jab to make even Moxxie laugh but it only enraged the two agents further.

Two: You better stop making fun of us!

One: Let me remind you, you're the ones at our mercy!

Moxxie: I'm sorry considering your approach though thus far and you'd us here for what? Hours? And you haven't even had us confirm what exactly we are.

Two: What are you?

Moxxie: I'm a virgo~

Blitza: HA!

One: Oh a smart guy huh?

Two: One more quip and we'll shut you up!

Blitza: Ohhhh getting kinky!~

One and Two visibly recoiled across the room as the conversation escalated into uncomfortable territory.

One: WHAAAT! We aren't playing any of your vile demon kinks!

Blitza: I mean that's what it sounded like over there you sickos~

Moxxie: Please ma'am don't give them any ideas~

Blitza: Why not? I know the shit your into.

As Loona was dragging Y/n along he stopped to sneeze, scaring Loona.

One: Stoooop! We are not getting kinky with you!

Two: Calm down One! Don't let these monsters get to you.

Blitza: Heeeey don't we get a phone call bitch?

One: Oh yeeaahh? Who ya gonna call, some of your demon friends?

Blitza: Nah gonna call your fat mom thanking her for a fat time last night!

Two: Nice try demon... his fat mom IS DEAD!

One hid away his tears in his sleeve as on the outside of the interrogation room walls three more demons had arrived.

Y/n, Millie, and Loona peered around the corner of the D.H.O.R.K headquarters. Millie and Loona were concerned about security but Y/n's face revealed deeper concerns.

Loona: Fuck this looks intense... How are we gonna get in?

Millie: I got it! Y/n lift me up to that vent.

Millie pointed towards the vent and waited but nothing, the two of them looked at him as he mindlessly spun a knife on the palm of his hand.

Loona: Earth to Fuck boy?

Y/N: Huh? Oh what happened? I wasn't listening...

Loona: Okay full stop, we ain't going any further until you explain why you're being a moody bitch.

Y/N: You're a moody bitch all the time and we take you everywhere, what's the difference?

Millie: Yeah but her moody stuff is balanced out by your normally proactive, calm charm. Today you're all... sad and junk... It can't all be Mox and Blitz...

Loona: Especially since he's got enough ass to replace both of them.

Millie glares at Loona but the two look back at him as he groans running a hand through his hair.

Y/N: Look we'll discuss later when we're NOT about to break into a government funded anti-hell facility to liberate our kidnapped family/friends/fuck buddies Alright? Let's be quick and quiet, in-and-out without any attention from possible ex-work associates!

Millie: Fine... now then, vent please.

(Just say it. I know what you wanna say you immature bastards, couldn't avoid this part without saying it.)

Y/n extending both arms out and Millie crawls across gifting him a sly cheek peck as she does. Once the vent cover comes off the side door opens with Millie waiting for them.

The three hurry in and sneak past some guards; however, very much to the future dismay of one Incubus the boss man in charge of the HQ spotted them on CCTV. He grabbed a wall mounted katana and pressed his watch, it blinked red once and the entire building entered lock down.

Y/N: Fuuuuuuucckk...

Soon the hall filled with dickheads in suits gripping Japanese martial weapons. The first Agent charges Loona and Millie with a blade but their swing comes to a sudden halt.

Y/n was the culprit, using a single knife with one hand to stop the Agent's double handed strike. His eyes glossed over with a murderous red light, then the Agent's head came off when Y/n stepped up with said knife.

Loona and Millie took over using a combination of acrobatics and accuracy as Loona dive kicks towards one agent and Millie cuts another half. Loona bends back evading a flying sickle that hits the Agent behind her, stunned at killing his own alley Millie slips in with a neck snap.

The three of them rush the elevator where they are greeted by more agents this time with shrunken. Y/n uses Katie's Black Heart to duplicate himself and the two of them knock every thrown star out of the air as Loona charges pass.

Millie: Throw me! 

Loona obliges and tosses the battle ax happy murder midget into the elevator.

The doors shut, Loona and Y/n listened to the anguished screams come to a quick end and the doors opened to reveal a satisfied Millie surrounded by gore.

Loona: Damn... You're pretty agile for an old lady.

Millie: I'm like five years older than you.

Y/N: Play nice kids-

The quick jovial break was cut short by that twitching again, Danger Sense.

Y/n looked up to see another gate ready to fall, he pushed Loona into the elevator just in time as the shutter fell separating the team.

Millie: Y/n?! You Alright?

Millie peered between the metal slots as Y/n pulled at his stuck leg, his pant leg caught under the second gate.

Y/N: Yeah I'm good... just stuck.

Loona: Yeah, so are we! Shit, some sorta admin locked on the elevator. We're caged in here!

Y/N: Don't panic. Just gotta unstuck myself first.

Y/n cut his pant leg to break free and was now at the keypad trying to free Millie and Loona.

Millie: Hurry Y/n. The gals need us!

Honcho: Y/n L/n... thought that demonic facade had you squirreled away under it...

Y/n slowly turned to see down the hall a hauntingly familiar voice, a voice dripping with spite and disgust.

Y/N: Harvey Honcho... long time no see, what's got you down here?

Y/n backed up towards the keypad, Millie watching as his one hand reached behind himself while she saw his other hand had a white knuckled death grip on his knife.

Honcho: It's funny... I actually fight to take a lower position here, chief of operations for D.H.O.R.K.S ain't exactly a proud title...

Y/N: From wounded hero cop to demon hunting federal crackpot, why the sudden career jump?

Loona: I was more curious why the side of his head looks like a marshmallow dry humped a microwave.

Honcho: You sure that's a story you wanna share with your gal pals?

Y/n pressed his hand to the keypad and with Lady Pentious Black Heart he bypassed the lock down, Loona and Millie began descending.

Y/N: The sins of my past are mine to bear.

Loona: Are you kidding?! We don't have time for some heroic bullshit!-

Y/N: It's not like that! The others need you and I can't let this fucker pass. I'll catch up once I'm done cleaning the house...

With that said the elevator descends to the point of silence leaving Y/n to reconnect.

Y/N: So wanna give me the shtick of your epic decline in status since my death?

Honco: Your death? Ha that's a good one... if you'd given up your murderous utopian fantasy maybe you could have made a career in comedy...

Y/N: Just how unhinged have you become Harvey?

Honcho: Unhinged? Boy you don't get it. Legends don't die... they transcend mortality!

Y/N: Oh God...

Honcho: And so did you... just like I figured you would, you'd never let seven slugs drop you- no way! All I had to do... was follow that satanic scent and wait... wait for my opportunity that is.

Y/N: You gonna elaborate or...?

Honcho: Gladly! My opportunity to thank you. You see thanks to you and my near death awakening, I dedicate my rebirth to the cause you lead... Banishing and executing wicked souls who dare return to MY humble realm!

Honcho dropped his body armor revealing biblical scripture tattooed across every inch of his exposed skin from neck to waist line.

Honcho: Now comes my ultimate trial... Hunt the demon who created me but this time we dance ON MY TERMS!!

With that Honcho lifted up an assault rifle in each hand aimed down the hall at Y/n.

Y/N: OH TITS!!

Y/n dives out of the way as Honcho lights up the hallway busting holes in the wall as Y/n darts around the corner.

Meanwhile downstairs in the interrogation room...

One: STOP INSULTING MY MODDA, SHE'S DEAD!

Two: Hey! Let's just leave them here till they feel like talking. With that Two escorts an emotionally volatile One out of the room. The smug look on Blitza's face holds until the door shuts, then she begins to struggle against the restraints whereas Moxxie just sits quietly.

Blitza: Don't worry Mox we just gotta keep being obnoxious till these morons slip and we'll bust out of here! Let's just keep fucking with em' till they stop thinking clearly.

Unbeknownst to them that entire ruse was overheard by the dynamic dumbass duo on the other side of the glass.

One: Wanna play games do ya... then let's play some games~

They nod and Two presses a button labeled "Truth Bomb".

Moxxie: I'm just worried about Millie, she'll be on her way with Y/n right behind her.

Blitza: It'll be fine Mox. It would take a team of roid fuelled rhinos to stop those two.

On the other side of the glass, Two froze at the mention of Y/n's name, she turned to One and took her sunglasses off.

Two: Did I hear that right? You heard what that little beast said right?!

One who pulled out a bag of popcorn and a drink groaned and shrugged pretending he didn't care.

One: Not really plus their demons... probably using some freaky memory magic to screw with you. I mean the big one even said they're fucking with us, what are the chances your ol' boy toy actually shows up from hell anyways?

Two: He's not my boy toy... wasn't ever.

Two turns back around crossing her arms, One huffs realizing he crossed a line and sits beside her.

One: Hey I'm sorry I just, like didn't you twos go out a bunch?

Two: What?! No- we... Our first actual date was sat on THAT day.

One: You mean the day the higher ups set up a trap for him after finding his identity that ultimately led to his brutal and oddly suspicious death where no body was ever recovered?

Two: ....... Yeah, you think about it a lot?

One: Not really.

One leaned back in his seat as he watched Blitz and Mox begin succumbing to the truth fog's effects. The two subjects argued about musicals and clothing until tears began to spill, One seemingly finished with conversation as Two just slouched over the desk and ate popcorn until her phone buzzed.

Now the demons were locked away in a hallucination, a self exploration of their darkest woes in musical form.

https://youtu.be/5pEgpXBJBTY

(The only differences here is their hallucinations of Y/n in each.)

Moxxie chases her way towards Blitza in. Phantom of the Opera tribute whilst the shadow of a certain Incubus follows her along the way.

For Blitza it comes in the form of a second chain, when Stola is pulling Blitza along the stairs her collar actually has a second chain with Y/n pulling out symbolizing her conflicted loyalty between the two.

- [ On the upper floors ] -

Y/n bolted into an office and slammed the door behind him, the agent at the desk sits stunned for a moment before fumbling for his sidearm.

Y/n peeks outside through the doors viewing window.

Y/N: Too slow kiddo.

Y/n drops to the floor as the room is ripped apart by an absolute lead blizzard, the agent stood no chance as Honcho accidentally rips him apart.

Y/n waits for the bullets to stop, crawling towards the agents desk and tore open the drawers. When the bullets stopped Y/n looked through the bigger holes in the wall watching as Honcho reloaded.

Honcho: I think that one started here about six months ago. Too bad, if you'd just take your lead like a man he'd still be alive.

Y/N: Don't blame me for your trigger happy trauma! You're just embarrassing yourself.

Honcho: You think I'm embarrassed? I'm a walking tower of righteous fury! If I die then I die a heroic death, unlike you blue...

Y/N: You don't know shit about what went down. The only reason I haven't killed you yet Harvey is cause I still see a good soul in there, there's still a good cop-

Honcho: FUCK THE BADGE, IM NOT DOING THIS FOR THE PRIDE ANYMORE... Why's it different with me?! You killed cops before-

Y/N: Don't group yourself in with dirty badges Honcho, you never accepted bribes or used your authority for free drugs. I know because I kept a close eye on you... you helped people, did justice right like I never could... Please don't make me do this man...

Y/n whispered that last touch to himself as he tried to talk Honcho down but his pleas were met with smug laughter.

Honcho: You and I have more income than you thought... I watched you too pal...

Y/n just froze and waited, shurikens in hand from the dead agent's desk.

Honcho: You tell me I don't know what happened? Oh but I do... I watched Hauser do it...

Y/n gut sank but his eyes became that sinister red.

Honcho: Watching Vega took the pain away... away from this... 

Honcho said gently rubbing his burnt and scarred face, his homicidal joy turned to cold, blunt authority.

Honcho: The cop in me wanted to stop it... So you'd see trial but then... then I felt... the very sensation of justice you created, that dark yet satisfying sensation of watching a murderous sociopath get all they deserved... beaten within an inch of his life but not dead yet, just long enough for all the regret and unanswered questions to flood his mind as he slowly drifts into death... WHAT A FUCKING RUSH! Vega even let me help with the cover up afterwards. We really bonded him and I... even taught him my mama's special chili dinner recipe...

Honcho stopped talking as Y/n opened the office door and walked out into the hall unfazed.

Y/N: You used to be a good man Honcho... a good cop but...

Honcho went to lift his barrels but stopped as the temperature in the area dropped, dropping enough he could see his breath whilst lights around them flickered.

Y/N: Oh but how the mighty fall... you let spite and revenge rewrite your ideals and followed that clown to this point... Harvey Javier Honcho, you are charged with tampering of evidence-

Honcho: You're judging me? Oh that's fucking adorable!

Y/N: Conspiracy, Willful accomplice to murder second degree, and harboring a fugitive-

Honcho: You wanna go down like this? Fine by me but we dance, I lead. 

Harvey cocks the mechanism on the single rifle aiming it towards Y/n.

Y/N: I Hereby sentence you...

The lights flicker and in the instances shadow the Incubus has vanished, Honcho pauses with his finger trembling over the trigger as he scans the hallway.

Then, quietly and coldly, he hears that familiar voice and lifeless kiss of metal pressed against the back of his neck.

Y/N: To death.

Honcho barely has a second to react but manages to dip his head to the side, preserving his Gray matter but his left ear wasn't as lucky as the shot sends it across the floor leaving a crimson trail streaking behind it.

Honcho: EAT MY LEAD HELL BEAST!

Honcho turns and begins unloading his rifle at Y/n but with the aid of his powers he basically dances around the spray like an apparition.

The lights flicker again but this time a burst of red light comes from Y/n's eyes right before he vanishes.

Honcho looks around frantically and finds his opponent standing at the end of the hall, leaning on the corner flipping a shurikens like a coin as he hums to himself peacefully.

Honcho turns and tries to reload but the clip is stuck, more accurately the gun was now petrified to stone and rendered useless.

Y/n then began to whistle as he approached Honcho, flipping the shuriken as he walked.

Honcho throws the rock aside and grabs the other rifle on hid shoulder, he goes to shot but Y/n throws the shuriken jamming the barrel. The rifle misfires causing the receiver to burst, metal cutting into Honcho's hip as he retreats back while he listens to the whistling.

Honcho: I need backup units on my signal! We have a hostile high ranking hell entity to eliminate!

Honcho spoke into his wrist watch and on his word he summoned ten or so agents but the first five didn't even see their enemy before turning to stone.

Honcho ripped the chain sickle out of one agent's hands pushing him aside as Y/n threw two shuriken. The two shuriken find a home in the bodies of agents who laugh it off with little to no injury.

That was until the shuriken began to smoke followed by the usual explosion courtesy of Cherri.

Y/n rips the katana from the hands of a statue and moves quickly, the last three Agent's stood no chance against him as he disemboweled one and cut delimbed another.

Then it comes down to mono-a-mono, Honcho tries to get a flying sickle through Y/n's head only to find his shadow clone in his place.

The clone faded and a swarm of shadow bats swarmed Honcho, blinding him to the roundhouse kick aimed for his mouth.

Honcho hits the hall hard and collapses, weakly trying to fight back until he feels something cold wrap around his neck.

It was Y/n using a chain to strangle him.

Y/N: YOU USED TO BE A GOOD ONE, YOU COULD HAVE LIVED A PEACEFUL RETIREMENT! NOW LOOK WHAT YOU'RE MAKING ME DO! ARE YOU HAPPY HARVEY?! ARE YOU "AT PEACE'' OR WHATEVER, I DIDN'T WANT THIS BUT-

*Bang*

A bullet rips through Y/n gut, just off center but a clean through. He turns to face the assassin and suddenly all murder in the air drops.

He releases the chain and walks away from Honcho gasping on the floor, Y/n approaching Agent Two as she lowers her gun.

Two: I gotta be going crazy... I swear your filthy demon ass sounds just like... just like him...

Y/N: Heya Two! Been what uh, few months since-

Two: Since it came, what kinda freak you are! Before you stepped it up a notch huh?

Two stepped back holding her gun protectively, her body radiated defensive hostility like an animal backed into a corner but her eyes.

They were sad, not for her safety or the lives lost just now but seeing him again. The days they shared in the academy, the time spent pouring over media evidence, he never called them crackpots or freaks and in fact was the most caring character she knew.

Now look at him, a chaos hungry hell beast following in the footsteps of Hell's sex crazed demon heritage.

Y/N: Two I-

Two: DON'T! I want none of your twisted satanic nonsense-

Y/N: Not nonsense! Just... things I wish I could have told you-

Two: Ohhhhh you TOLD me a lot, like how you cared and stuff! But deep down you're one of those Hannibal Lecter types!!

Y/N: Two just let me explain-

Two: Explain what?! Where would you even start? With the serial murder or the demon bode?! Or maybe why you're hanging out with two demon bimbos?! DID I EVEN KNOW THE REAL YOU?!?!

Y/N: YES! More or less- regardless of my illegal activities the truth is I did- still do care... I wanted to tell you everything but- it got all messed with... look I fucked up, no doubt but what I'm trying to say is... I'm so sorry.

Two lowered her gun and stepped towards him, she looked her old friend over and ran a finger along his chin feeling his new blue skin.

Y/n smiled softly, chipping away slowly at Two's concern, this tender moment interrupted quietly by Honcho's glare. Honcho was now standing up behind Y/n, holding a blade but not moving as he locked eyes with Two over Y/n's shoulder.

Two's smile faltered for a moment but forced it back up and gently, almost playfully punched him on the chin.

Two: Look at you now! You look good, they feeding you well down there?

Y/N: Oh uh yeah! It's not as awful as the churches make you think, I mean more turf wars and politics then advertised but uh... yeah not awful...

He was kinda taken aback by Two's cheery demeanor suddenly but he set his woes aside just enjoying her company again.

Two: I gotta say... good to see you again, I guess.... it's just... well I just...

Two began to shrink into herself, lip quivering.

Y/N: Two? What-

*Bang*

*Bang*

*Bang*

*Bang*

Y/n stumbled back looking down at the four fresh bullet holes in his guy, he got a glimpse of the pain on Two's face.

Two: I gotta job to do.

He never got to speak as Honcho impaled him from behind, not sexually, a katana stabbed through the back.

Honcho pulled the blade out and let Y/n's corpse hit the floor as a red pool formed around him.

Honcho: Good job Agent Two, using his unresolved feelings of affection carried over from his past life against him was a wise choice.

Two didn't reply as she just looked down at the body, never did she figure she'd have to mourn the same life twice.

Honcho pulled out his cell phone and snapped a picture of Y/n's body and started making a phone call as Two knelt down and ran fingers along her old friend's new horns.

Two: Oh my God... you really are a demon... but... I wasn't mad you didn't tell me, I was mad you left... losing you hurt you bastard, I had One but you knew me more then anyone else...... I'm just sorry it came to this...

Y/N: It's fine, I probably deserved that.

Two jumped back as she noticed the blood pool around Y/n begin to recede. He began to stand much to the shock of Two and Honcho as they watched the blood reverse time back into his body until pristine blue skin remained.

Y/N: I myself forgot about the whole immortality aspect-

Honcho doesn't hesitate to take advantage of his old enemy's weakened state and body checks him into another room.

Honcho: To hell with bullets and blades then! Let's try something more... psychological~

Honcho slams the door shut and the room begins to fill with a thick blue gas, still recovering from Two's attack he couldn't escape the gas.

He coughed trying to find an exit but no matter how much he bashed it would budge and he ran out of time to utilize his powers. His vision blurred slightly as he marched through the blue fog until he tripped.

Then his hands felt wet, vision slowly clearing as he found himself looking down at grass in the rain listening to the thunder overhead and wind in the trees.

For the first time in what felt like centuries he saw human hands holding him up and in the reflection of a puddle a mortal face looked back at him.

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Chapter End.

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