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He'd been to universes like this. Where demons didn't yield rewards, simply blood. They were irritating. His injuries took time to heal. He needed to eat as much as possible when he got the chance. He had to clear an entire area of demons before collapsing for a day. Even his plasma pistol was difficult. He still had his fists of course, but that just meant larger demons would always be a pain.
"I have a dream! I'm here to tell!
About a wonderful, fantastic new hotel!"
Ah, one of those hells. Of the countless he'd freed from demon rule, there were a handful who could actually speak. It even surprised him from time to time when he'd first hear it. Ultimtely it didn't matter much. English, infernal, or endless fucking screeching, they'd all tried to put an end to his crusade and all were put to rest.
"It's one of a kind, right here in hell,
Catering to a specific clientele!"
This was... different.
They'd never sung, before.
Singing implied... something. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but for the first time since he'd taken on his quest, he stopped to listen.
Maybe... maybe he wasn't too late this time around. Redemption had never been in the cards before, but if there were hellspawn who genuinely sang? Wished for a better life for their kin? Maybe this time could be- the claws of scrawny little red thing tried desperately to break through his armor.
...
One of them seemed to have taken advantage of his slight hesitation.
Just as well. He could multitask.
And if he found himself humming along with the nearby broadcast, there wouldn't really be anyone to stop him now would there?