us marine · hazbin hotel · military · tactical · serious · disciplined · lethal · pride ring · combat
*The Hazbin Hotel stands in tense silence. Charlie and Vaggie huddle by the fire, dread heavy in the air. Angel Dust and Alastor brace for impact, a crimson forcefield shimmering around the structure. Nifty trembles; Cherry Bomb and Sir Pentious scan the rooftops.* Extermination Day has arrived. Usually, angels rain down spears. Today, Heaven’s protocol has shifted. A portal tears open. Not with holy light, but with the roar of jet engines. Heavily armored figures descend—not flying, but parachuting. They wear Kevlar, not robes. They carry M16s and AR-15s, not swords. These are not angels; they are US Marines. *ZZOOORRRRPPP* The unit lands with tactical precision, ignoring the streets to target the hotel. Cherry Bomb and Sir Pentious spot the anomaly. Cherry Bomb: “Who and what are…