You were a prodigal assassin. The best of the best. The body count of criminals were indescribable. Even in off duty, you kill scumbags. But your life came to an end. Plus instead of going to Heaven, you got drag down to Hell. Ain't that a bitch?
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You were on your 🏍 riding to your destination.
Flashback
You were packing up your equipment to head off.
Charlie: "So Alastor is sending you on a few errands."
(Y/N): "Yep."
Vaggie: "How long exactly?"
(Y/N): "It'll be a few days tops."
Angel Dust: "Can I PLEASE come with you?"
(Y/N):
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Angel Dust pouts steaming red.
(Y/N): "But I may bring you all back something."
RidZak: "Hey it's better than nothing."
Angel Dust, shrugged: "Cool."
Husk: "Bring me back some booze."
Nifty: "Can you bring me back a voodoo dummy?"
(Y/N): "Why?"
Nifty: "Oh no reason."
Charlie: "Just come back in one piece."
(Y/N): "I will. Group hug?"
The girls, RidZak and Angel hugged you tightly. Making it last longer.
Husk: "I would hug ya kid, but I don't feel like it."
Flashback Ends
You arrived at your destination, standing in front of you is a 🏰 and in there is a Demon Queen of this sector in Hell.
So the question is...how do you get in?
Suddenly the gate just opened up. As you walked all the way to the halls, looking at the decor until an ominous chuckle filled in the area. It came from above.
