Hazbin Vengeance

Prologue

New Years. Every Exorcist's favorite day of the year. Why? Because it marked Extermination Day. Adam, the leader of the Exorcist speaks with a six-winged angel in a white leather jacket with matching white jeans and biker boots. (He is identical to Lucifer but with his hair slicked back.) "And I was like, I'm Adam, I'm the original dick, do you really wanna settle for lame drummer dick? No! So yeah, we fucked. How was your weekend?"
The leather wearing angel sighs, very much done with Adam's stories. "I went out with Emily, like I told you last weekend Adam. And the week before that."
The lead exorcist smirks. "I don't get how you can date that but never tap it. I mean, Sera would go absolutely fucking nuclear, but I'd probably pay to see that."
Zarathos sighs again. "Because we like how things are, and I don't think with my genitalia like you do, nor do I want to run the risk of having it removed."
Adam shrugs. "Suit yourself. I mean, if you stayed as an Archangel you might have had a shot, but you demoted YOURSELF. Not that I'm complaining since you're our best guy. But why'd you do that again?"
"Because I prefer a job with some movement involved."
"Why? Everyone in heaven in naturally hot so why bother with exercise?"

Before the former Archangel can reply, Adam's watch beeps and he smiles. "Welp, time to go to work."
Zarathos sighs in relief at the excuse to not talk to Adam anymore while a portal rimmed with gold opens. "Finally." Zarathos bursts into blue flames, his flesh and feathers disappearing to reveal nothing but bone. He marched through the portal and exits somewhere resembling a city with a red sky with a pentagram. He unloops a kusarigama from around his chest and spins it around while it ignites with blue holy flame. "Round them all up."

Zarathos kicks down the door of a house and strides in, his boots making a resonating thud with each step. A sinner woman suddenly lunges from behind him, but his quick reflexes allow him to spin around and punch her in the face, his larger size and bone hands making it hurt. He swings his kusarigama around by the middle of the chain and uses the momentum to embed the blade in the sinner's thigh, her screams and the rare smell of burning demon flesh filling the room. He pulls the chain, ripping the blade from her thigh, the cauterised wound spilling no blood. He prepares to wing it back down and end her afterlife, but he stops when he hears something. Crying. He turns his flaming skull to a door where the sound is coming from and walks over to it.
The sinner desperately crawls after him, begging. "No, please! Take me but please leave him alone!"

Zarathos looks back at the wounded demon before opening the door to find a nursery with a cot in the centre. He walks closer to it to see an imp baby crying to itself. When the child sees Zarathos however, it stops crying and looks up at him with wonder, his blue angel flame reflected in its wide eyes. Zarathos looks down at the child and slowly extinguishes himself to reveal his face and body before lowering a hand into the cot. The baby grabs it, gurgling happily. Zarathos blinks in surprise. Then he gets stabbed in the back and slits the attackers throat on instinct. He looks down at the corpse to see the sinner from before. The mother. Adopted, due to the difference in species. He looks down at his hands to see them coated in blood, and quickly reignites to cleanse himself. He strides back over to the cot and raises his kusarigama, ready to finish the job. But when he looks down at the baby, it yawns, and his hands shake. He slowly lowers his weapon, and leaves the home.

Only to come face to face with Adam and his lieutenant. "Just for the record, I never liked you." Zarathos was quickly pinned to a wall by Lute's sword and each of his wings ripped out, golden blood running down his back.