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Chapter 11 - Extermination

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Chapter 11 - Extermination

The next few chapters are going to take place between the timeskip between chapters 10 and 15. This chapter takes place approximately 6 months after the 'Fight for Hell' event.

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It's time.

Sirens emit from the massive clocktower in Pentagram City, with it finally hitting 0 as the Extermination began. The screams of the Sinners are heard as they all rushed to find shelter from this event.

Overlords hiding in their bunkers, the Hellborn trying to stay out of the way... it was a mess.

A massive portal is created above the epicenter of the Pride Ring. It was an ominous blood red-black hybrid swirl, emanating the feeling of fury and blood lusted intent. More, albeit smaller, portals are created across the Pride Ring... one notably large one being created on top of Pentagram City.

Eight Exterminators are seen talking.

"Are you guys ready yet?" a gray uniformed humanoid with goat-like horns and a halo with crystals on it said. The group had LED masks capable of displaying various facial expressions, all of them currently having neutral looking faces.

"Of course we are, #1. Time to cut these fuckers down," another figure said. It, along with the rest of the group, had similar physical appearances.

"This will be fun... it sucks we can only do this once a year, though... Kind of weird how it happens today of all times."

"You know why... Anyways, it doesn't matter, #8. Just tag anyone you can. Sinners and those who happen to be in our way will die."

"Good... that is good."

"Hey, #2, your mask is stuttering."

"Huh? Oh, got it. Thanks fiver."

The Eight, whom will now be labeled as numbers, descend down the portal down to Pentagram City. They gazed upon the city for a brief moment.

"You guys want to travel in twos and split up?" #4 said.

"I'm not opposed to that idea," #8 said. "#1?"

"Yeah, why not. Something different from last year'll do nicely," #1 responded begrudgingly, his LED mask changing into a yawning expression.

"We should hurry. The clock already hit a few minutes ago; they'll be hiding," #7 said, his expression changing into a blood thirsty one. He clutched his spear. "I'm itching to kill."

"Wait, one minute" #1 straightened himself. "6 months ago, something happened. The higher ups said something about a few large powers surpassing our own was seen clashing with each other, so be careful. These motherfuckers seems to have changed. Eyes up, stay sharp. We don't want another Janemba situation on our hands."

"So many of us killed brutally... just from that one man," #5 shivered. "I guess all we could do is to just stay away from his area."

"That's right," #1 finalised. "Disperse!"

As on cue, they dispersed with an immense speed as they traveled in twos to find and kill anyone on sight, as is the rules.

POV Switch; hours later with #7 and #8.

The two had just slaughtered a group of stray Sinner demons on the streets, unable to find cover.

"They squeal like pigs. Disgusting," #7 said, wiping his spear. "You reloaded? We need to get moving."