Hazbin Exterminator part 5

from /hhg/ Helluva Hotel general #718, #719, #720
part 1: h ttps://pastebin.com/UpeTab0u
part 2: h ttps://pastebin.com/gLUgKi5w
part 3: h ttps://pastebin.com/aeEMJj3h
part 4: h ttps://pastebin.com/cmagFPpL
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What happened with the golden knights thing you guys were working on? Lol
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This, what happened with that? I was starting to become interested in it.
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What was that?
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I think it had something to do with the murder angels, my dude.
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We should work on that story here, anon.
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Well I'm fresh out of ideas though, I'll let someone else chime in.
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We have the whole next thread for that anon.
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I'm very excited to do this, I have not done a story like this in ages, I wonder what the fights will be like. Maybe there will be something brief with Val or some other overlord, who knows.
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Well we should try to be careful when creating this story arc for the angels, we want it to look good.
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I just hope it'll turn out the way you guys want!
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>Jade meets up with Satanon and the two have a brawl
>Jade has Satanon cornered and is about ready to end him
>Satanon makes a quick getaway and Jade sighs in defeat and looks for other demons to kill
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Who?
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She is one of the golden knight exterminators from our story anon.
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She's the one with the saber, right?
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Yep.
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Can we change the subject? Why aren't you working on your angel story? What was it called again?
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Gold angels?...
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Right that's the name, why aren't you writing about this? I'm curious about it, I want to know what it's about.
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>This thread
Look I've got a Golden Knights short in me but if you think I'm going to try to figure out how to rangle 13 fresh OCs plus a villain and a side plot about Rosie eating one of their snatches all by myself you're nuts.
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So you're working on it? Okay, sorry I didn't mean to bring trouble I was just wondering.
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>There was really no such thing as a “good cleanse”, a “pleasant extermination day”, not unless you were an overlord or a member of the nobility. There was an army of nigh-on invincible angels armed with various soul-erasing sharp objects winging down for the express purpose of slaughtering as many demons as they possibly could before the clocktower had a chance to chime. That was just a bad time overall for anyone who didn’t have a halo floating over their head. This particular demon, however, was having an especially bad time of it.

>After a long, long run of rotten luck, and more than a few stupid decisions, they’d found themselves without a safe place to hide out during the cleanse. They were out on the streets when the murder-angels started swarming the skies over Pentagram City, completely exposed. So their only other option was to run from one crappy piece of cover to another, hoping to Satan that they could outrun any other demons as luckless as they were, because they sure as shit couldn’t outrun an exterminator.

>It was an awful task. All around them, every flicker of movement and every point of light standing out from the shadows seemed to take on the shape of an exterminator, thirsty for demonic blood. Pops of gunfire, whines and hums of energy weapons, the crackle of hellfire, and the wet slink of sharp edges invading flesh filled the air. And screaming. Constant screaming. Sometimes it was in pain, sometimes in fear, sometimes just a warning to some other hapless damned soul. But it never seemed to stop, mingling with the terrifying electronic wails and screeches and buzzes that the exterminators themselves emitted in a nightmarish chorus of destruction. Almost more than finding cover from the exterminators, they desperately wished they could just find somewhere quiet. But wishing alone would get you little, especially in Hell.
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Beautiful work anon, I like what I'm reading.
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While it's not my thing, I think it's alright, good job, writeanon.
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The narrow alley between the two buildings was as loud as anywhere else, but not so loud that they couldn’t hear the approach of metal-clad feet and heavy wing-beats. The dumpster proved no better after they realized that there was an exterminator just walking down the line, thrusting its spear into every trash receptacle, just in case any of them happened to hold a demon who thought they could hide. The debris pile was no good. The shrubs by the broken street light were no good. There seemed to be nowhere to hide. Until at last, after hours of burning muscles and constant, heart-strangling fear, they arrived in The Wreck.

A pair of overlords had, once upon a time, decided that some worthless little scrap of something or other in this part of town was worth a brawl for control. Their own fragile egos and infinite stubbornness and ever growing arsenals had done the rest. The place was a literal rubble pit, several feet below the surrounding grade for blocks around, littered with heaps of half collapsed buildings reigned over by a few structures that had somehow only sagged slightly rather than going all to pieces as the ground gave way beneath them. No demon ever ventured here, no demon had any interest at all in this miniature post-apocalyptic wasteland, it would just have been far more trouble than it was worth to attempt to squeeze anything of value from these ruins, what with the assorted hazards and the herculean labor that would be required to clear them. Other than the occasional late-sleeper taking a shortcut, the place was devoid of damned souls 24/7. No reason for an exterminator to be deployed here. The only reason they would cross paths with one was if its sensors picked them up. All they had to do was find a nice quiet, dark hole to hide in, and they’d be in the clear to wait out the rest of this horror show in safety, with one hand gripping their phone and the other down their pants.
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Their run slowed to a trot as the endless screaming faded from cacophony to background noise. Time was still of the essence, but it was no longer fleeting; they could pick and choose the best shelter. The more-or-less intact structures were out. Too open. Even if a stray exterminator wasn’t running an active sweep, they could still just look through a window and spot them if they were high enough up. The rubble stacks were out as well. Very concealing, but very unstable. Liable to collapse if you breathed too hard on the wrong speck of dust, and undoubtedly loaded with the highest concentration of random pointy surfaces, poisons, undetonated ordnance, leaking pipes, and other hazards. No, the middle ground was the clear path. An half-trashed structure with three fourths or maybe a little less of its walls intact would do nicely.

Hmmm….

No, not that one. An especially heavy bomb had put a rather nice skylight in it.

Not that one either. Reeked of petroleum. Total firetrap.

And that one over there just had no good way of getting in.
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Ah, there, that one. Must have been a hold-out house before the whole neighborhood got wrecked. Most of the windows that weren’t totally collapsed had some kind of blocking on them. Sheet metal, wooden boards, this and that. But one of them just had a scrap of cloth covering it. Perfect.

They slipped in, leaving the murderous shrieking behind them, the musty darkness warm and comforting by comparison. They fished out their phone and began using it as a flashlight. The bigger rooms were too risky. Too many side entrances from elsewhere. Too much to keep an eye on. They wanted an out-of-the-way room in this out-of-the-way building in this out-of-the-way part of the city, preferably with only one entrance to watch, for maximum safety. After a few more moments of searching, they found one. A heavy door tucked away in a corner. What had probably been a supply closet or something when the building was still in use. Grab a heavy hunk of junk, duck inside, brace the door, done.

They turned and cast their light about the place, searching for something good to cop a squat on.

The quickly wished they hadn’t.
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This looks good.
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Good job anon, keep going.
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This room they were in was wrong. All wrong. The rest of the place was dusty, old, and mostly empty. This particular room was about as crisp as you could expect from a dilapidated hulk like this, and it was densely decorated, in the most macabre of ways.

At first blush, it looked like the place was just a menagerie of junk. Random crap heaped here and there. Nailed to the walls. Hanging from the ceiling.

Other demon’s phones. Newspapers. Neckties. Hair pins. Pipes. Lighters. Many of them with old, dark, crusty blood stains still clinging to them.

Pistols, rifles, and shotguns, with their barrels bent ninety degrees or more out of shape. Horns, crudely cracked off from whatever demon they belonged to. Severed claws. Dislodged eyeballs. On the walls surrounding them were delicately drawn crosses and fish and other holy symbols, rendered in thin lines of dull, white chalk.

They were in an exterminator’s trophy chamber.

Those things couldn’t keep any record of their innumerable victories over every demon who had the audacity to draw breath up in Heaven, no matter how much they wanted to. That was vanity. So they had to keep little clutches of mementos down here, wherever the hoards were least likely to be discovered, and here they'd gone and holed up in one of the hallowed fricking monuments to demon slaying prowess like a fucking moron, like a rat who'd carefully and deliberately snuck into a snake's den.

What.

Fking.

Luck.

Should they even really be surprised at this point?
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Alright. No need to panic yet. There was still an hour or two before the cleanse was over. Whatever murderangel owned this particular pile of horrors might not be back for a bit yet. It hadn’t taken them THAT long to venture this far into the structure. If they really hit the pavement they could get out of here before there was any danger. Just a quick hop out the door, then left, past that nasty old cabinet that was too big for the corner it occupied, then around the corner, then down the hall and then…

Left?

Left then right at the end of the next hall?

Or was it a right and another right, and there weren’t any extra turns in the hall.

They couldn’t remember.

It had seemed so straightforward coming in to the building, but now, trying to remember the way back, the place seemed like a maze.

A clatter, somewhere in the darkness beyond them.

A crunching, humming, electrical noise, and a delicate click of form-fitting metal boots against old, ruined concrete.

Too late, you sorry, jinxed, snakebitten asshle. You're not leaving. The demon-eaters have come home to roost. Your life was enough to get you damned, and now your afterlife ends with a terrible coincidence that will probably cut to black just after an agonizing mutilation.
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The luckless demon wrenched the door open as quietly as possible and hurled themselves away from whatever sort of exterminator or group thereof’s destinations must surely be with the utmost delicacy. The effort was in vain. Utterly in vain.

There it was.

An exterminator.

And not even the usual sort. This was a snazzy, glitzy, double-decker-deluxe exterminator. A head or so taller than the usual variety. With a much shinier halo. Enviable armor too. There were big round pieces of brilliant yellow gold dotting the heavenly hell-bringers scale mail. That joyless smile that graced its mask gleamed with an unusual campfire-type light. Something in its body language made it unmistakably clear that they were looking right at them, even though the inscrutable neon glare.

So what now? Begging? Empty threats? Lies about where meatier demons could be found?

There was no time available to weigh the options. They felt cool stone against their back as they tried to evade the merciless destroyer angel.
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Good story, well done.
>cool stone against their back
does not seem like a lethal blow, here's hoping for part 2
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>And not even the usual sort. This was a snazzy, glitzy, double-decker-deluxe exterminator. A head or so taller than the usual variety. With a much shinier halo. Enviable armor too. There were big round pieces of brilliant yellow gold dotting the heavenly hell-bringers scale mail. That joyless smile that graced its mask gleamed with an unusual campfire-type light. Something in its body language made it unmistakably clear that they were looking right at them, even though the inscrutable neon glare.
>the demons' fw
h ttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZtjFsQBuJWw
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I'll work on part 2 tonight after work. In the meantime, can someone give me a list of each of the golden knight's weapons? I only remember a few.
>String=bow
>Grey=double swords
The rest escape me
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I went through the archives and complied this list.

>rain - Some kind of Sabre (indian themed?)
>grey - Generic Sword
>string - Longbow
>band - Sarissia (long spear)
>knives - Dagger/s
>kira - Chakram (circular throwing weapon)
>gore - None/Improvised or Metal Claws
>jade - Sabre
>adina - Unarmed, implied her abilities are more non corporeal or she has some form of enhanced physical strength (though this would mean she can't perma kill a Sinner by herself)
>heart - Longsword
>sunny - Shaolin Spade

I never actually payed much attention to the Exterminator creation spree so I'm impressed at the variety of individuals on offer. One has to wonder if it'll get oversaturated.
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Great thanks.
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Ngl i kinda thought 4 or so would have been plenty but then someone rattled off a list of about a dozen names and we had to roll with it
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My concern with having so many individuals is that it dilutes the amount of attention each one could get

imo I think ideally it may be effective to cull the numbers down to 4 angels and leave the remainder as background characters in other squads who could receive attention on an as needed basis

but that's just my opinion and i'm no writer
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I think anon meant a pata sword when he was talking about Rain. Instead of a regular hilt it has an armored gauntlet that you hold it by.
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what's a pasta sword
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The favored weapon of Italian knights
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So it's a sword for cripples? neat
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Not exactly. The pic doesn't show it that great but there's a handhold inside the gauntlet
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h ttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e7kNbI1lR00
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Want to work on golden knights more?
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I loved that story in the last thread, wish someone would make a continuation of it.
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I was going to work on it tonight but it's kind of late. I'll see what I can do though.
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Sweet!