Hazbin Exterminator part 6

from /hhg/ Helluva Hotel general #720
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Alright lets start part 2 of "Hell's Unluckiest Demon Meets A Golden Knight Exterminator"
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They’d backed themselves into a corner without even really thinking about it. The exterminator continued to approach, in no hurry. Adding to their upper-echelon-killer appearance was their weapon, also different from that of your garden variety angelic death trooper. They carried a pretty straightforward spear, or the occasional sword. This one’s polearm had a blade at both ends. A humble crescent of edged metal at one end, a broad, heavy, bell-shaped edge on the other. Both were still dripping with blood, a trail of droplets tracing out the path the weapon’s owner had walked through the building. Whatever that thing was, it looked lethal. They had tried to force something out, even a scream would be better than dying in silence, but their vocal chords had seized up at the sight of the dreadful weapon that would be their soul’s eraser.

They raised their hands in surrender, more out of feeble instinct than any true hope that they might be shown mercy. No quarter would be granted here.

They closed their eyes. They would pray that the end would be quick, but obviously, no one was going to listen any of their prayers, so they had to just hope instead. Hope that the end would be quick. That blade looked wide enough to decapitate in a single, well-placed blow. Maybe the exterminator was in more of a one-and-done mood than in one to savor the kill. If they were lucky.

…if they were lucky…

They weren’t.

This was going to hurt.

They drew a breath with renewed determination to at least scream with all their might before The Abyss welcomed them into its dark, frigid fold. Then they heard a gentle tap of metal against concrete. They remained there, frozen. Waiting for the strike that would put an end to them once and for all.

It didn’t come.
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Moments dragged on, and their head remained firmly attached to their neck. Then they felt glossy, metallic hands on them. A strip of cloth, warm and wet and reeking of death, slid around their neck. They opened their eyes. The exterminator had leaned their weapon against the wall, and was trying to tie a new necktie, its latest trophy, around them. Not using it as a garrote. Actually trying to tie it.

And it wasn’t equal to the task. In fact, it sucked. This was like watching a kid who didn’t know how to tie their shoes yet. Except this kid was also a towering, taciturn demon slayer who reeked of blood and silicon. As the murderangel continued to struggle with the wet fabric, the ear-to-ear psycho smile the mask’s screen displayed flickered over to a crude digital rendering of a face somewhere in between concentration and mild annoyance.

Without really thinking they threw their own hands into the mix. Maybe if they just did what the exterminator wanted, it would let them live? The exterminator paused for a moment, then let them get to work. They tied the dripping length of fabric around themselves in a sloppy half-windsor and then put their hands back up beside their head.

Damn this thing was fking hideous. Would have been even if it weren’t soaked in blood. Must have belonged to a sinner who’d died in the 80s. Wide enough to land a plane on, patterned in a way that managed to remind one of an old, battered candy cane and a mess of spilled paints at the same time.

The exterminator seemed unbothered by how fk-awful they looked. Its mask slipped back into a smiley face. It clapped its hands together, an ugly sound, like a pair of empty tin cans thwacking together. A dull, throbbing hum came out of it, and the actual smile portion of the smiley-face flickered. Evidently it was pleased.
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Hehe, I love it, please write more.
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Later. I have to work now.