[A/n: Yooo! It's me, the man himself Baryan. Ya know I was just searching through Wattpad, looking for something to read, and guess at what I just found out?
Hahah! That's right! Ya boy has gotten Top 10 in the U.S baby! I'm so geeked right now! By the time you're reading, it probably won't be up there anymore,but I just wanna say this is really all thanks to you guys, honestly.
Without your guys patience and support, I really couldn't have gotten this far with the whole writing thing. But it's things like this that make me want to keep going. Thank you all and as a thanks, there's going to be a surprise at the end of the chapter 😉.]
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Inside the Ars Goetia mansion, a sigh of contentment from Stolas is heard. Blitzo is shown lighting a cigarette on Stolas' bed as he folds his arms behind his head.
Stolas: *arms tied up* I'm sorry for having to move our little rendezvous early. I have an engagement this month on the full moon.
Stolas is shown wearing a ball gag and harness, his hands tied to the headboard with rope.
Blitzo: When this happens, it's not really something I fuss about...
He uses the cigar to burn the rope, freeing Stolas, who takes Blitzo's cigar from him and takes a long drag of it.
Blitzo: But, do you really need the book for this farm bullshit? I have, like, fifteen new clients waitin' for heads to roll.
Stolas: As shocking as it may seem, Blitzy, my grimoiiiiiire is actually incredibly important. And it isn't supposed to be lent out to itty-bitty Imps like yourself.
Stolas puts out the cigarette in one of Blitzo's horns and pinches his cheek before Blitzo shoves him away.
Stolas: The Harvest Moon is a very special occasion! It's been my annual duty to showcase it in the Ring of Wrath. It's celebrated by a very charming little festival with the locals.
Blitzo pulls a feather out of his mouth in disgust.
Blitzo: Wrath, huh? Moxxie and Millie are from there. I've never really been. I hear it's full of inbred chucklefucks.
Stolas: *sits up* Oh! Why don't you all join me at the festival? I can guarantee you all...
Stolas pulls the covers over his head and his head appears near Blitzo's crotch.
Stolas: ...special access~ *chuckles
Blitzo: Look, I told you, we're not bodyguards. Okay? I mean, maybe your kid, but not us. That was a one-time thing we did badly.
Stolas stands up with the covers on his head. He does a playful owl head tilt.
Stolas: I'm simply offering a work-free day of fun! I feel quite safe at the Harvest Festival. It's the same every year.
Blitzo: Well if you promise this isn't some fuck fest invite, it does sound like it could be a blast and a half. Plus, it's not like we can do jack shit without your book anyway.
Stolas:*baby-talk voice* Aww, I'm sowwy your clients will have to wait...
Blitzo: *waves a dismissive hand* Oh, fuck my clients
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Y/n was in the dining room with a cup of coffee as he reading a book of spell laid out on the table. Since his dad and his boss started fucking at the earlier hours of the morning, Y/n decided to do some looking for new spell to use and master. As he's looking over the spell book, Stolas walks into the kitchen wearing his robes.
Stolas: Ah! Good morning Sparkling! How was your night?
Y/n:
Stolas: Oh...I see. Uh...well what are you reading there?
Y/n: It's one of the spell books I took from your library.
Stolas: Oh~! Trying to get some new abilities I see! Let me have a look too!
Stolas sits next to Y/n as the two look over the spell book.
Y/n: Hey dad, check this one out.
Stolas: Hmmm? What's this? "Black Flash"? Now that's a strange name don't you think?
Y/n: "A distortion in space that happens when magic is applied to a physical strike or hit within one millionth of a second".
Stolas: That sounds like it can be useful, don't you think?
Y/n: Yea, but the tricky thing about this is going to be hitting the mark with one millionth of a second. I don't think I could do that let alone anyone else.
Stolas: Don't put yourself down Y/n, I'm sure with enough practice you'll be able to achieve it.
Y/n: Thanks dad. Oh and can you tell Blitz to stop breaking into my room to tell me stuff. He maybe my boss, but I will hurt him.
Stolas: Don't worry my child, I'll have a little chat with him~.
Stolas chuckles pervertedly as Y/n just sighs and shakes his head.
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Moxxie and Millie's apartment is revealed under a Robo Fizz sign. Moxxie and Millie are asleep in their bed. Moxxie's phone lights up and a Phantom of the Opera organ ringtone is heard. Moxxie taps the phone and rolls over. The phone rings again. In annoyance, Moxxie grabs the phone and sits up.
Moxxie: What do you want, sir?
Blitzo: Hey, hope I didn't wake ya, Mox! How would you and Mils like to visit the Wrath Ring for some harvest bullshit this year?
Millie sits up in excitement.
Millie: The Harvest Moon Festival?! Yee-fuckin'-haw!
Moxxie: *sighs* Well, Millie likes the idea. Wait... Where are you calling from?
Blitzo falls down onto the bed from the ceiling. His phone bonks him on the head. Moxxie narrows his eyes as Blitzo purrs happily. Moxxie looks annoyed while Millie seems amused.
Moxxie: Mm-hm... Of course.
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After getting the gang together, the I.M.P crew all head to the Rough n' Tumbleweed Ranch in the weather ring. The I.M.P van pulls up in front of two imps.
Millie: Mama! Daddy!
Millie gets out of the van and happily runs toward her parents. Her father hugs her and spins her around before placing her down.
Joe: Yeeeee-hawwww! How's my deadly little pumpkin spice doing
Joe ruffles Millie's hair affectionately.
Millie: I'm good, Pa! Thanks for lettin' us stay here for the harvest jamboree.
Lin: It's no trouble. We know you aren't making as much anymore since y'all went "freelance".
Millie: Freelance pays fine, Ma! We're doin' fiiiiine! *serious* It's fine.
Millie walks over to Moxxie, who is struggling to carry luggage.
Millie: Anyway, y'all remember my husband Moxxie?
Millie shoves a nervous Moxxie in front of her parents. They stare at him in disapproval.
Joe: Hmph.
Moxxie: Greetings, Lin! Joe! How have you been, uh, with all the... flaming twisters and stuff around here? *nervously holds out his hand*
Joe: We lost our old farm hand to one of them terrors last week.
Moxxie: *laughs nervously* Oh, crumbs. My bad! I am so sorry. I- I didn't mean to open that wound... sir.
Blitzo: Hey, watch it! I'm the "sir" here, bucko!
Millie: Oh yeah! Y'all haven't met my boss Blitzo! And his hellhound!
Loona: I'm not just his hellhound.
Blitzo: Yeah, she's my daughter! *pulls Loona to his side*
Loona: Only on paper.
Blitzo walks away to greet Millie's parents.
Loona: *pulls out smartphone and begins typing* Y'all don't deserve to know my name.
Blitzo walks over to Millie's parents.
Blitzo: It's a pleasure to finally meet the sperm and egg factory *shoves Moxxie away* that popped out this little gem of an assassin. You two raised a *playfully elbows Millie* sturdy bitch!
Joe: *chuckles* That we did! So... Blitzo, is it? Heh heh. That's a fine name.
Blitzo and Joe shake hands.
Lin: It reminds me of war.
Joe: *sighs happily* Nothing like a little war to make a strong man! *flexes bicep*
Blitzo: I like you people.
Moxxie: Y'know... more battles were won by technological advances in warfare. I've researched the history of weaponry extensively, and it's inspiring how... for example, the progression of guns utilizing angelic technology has changed the landscape of Hell's combative...
Millie makes a "cut it out" motion with her hands. Joe crosses his arms.
Moxxie: I mean... *deep, awkward voice* War fun
Joe: Guns get the job done... but a man ain't nothin' if he can't tear the head off a hellish beast with only his bare... hands!
Blitzo: HAAAA! He's right, Moxxie! *speaks baby talk* You got cute wittle baby hands like your baby dick!
Blitzo grabs Moxxie's hand and reaches toward his crotch. Moxxie slaps his arm away.
Moxxie: Refrain... sir.
Millie: And this is Y/n! He's the prince's son!
Y/n walks up to Joe in a country style like outfit.
Y/n: It's nice to meet the both of ya.
Lin: Well aren't you a handsome devil. Your girlfriend must be one lucky lady.
Y/n: Oh I'm not seeing anyone at the moment.
Lin: Really? No that's just a shame.
Joe: Say, our girl said you're the prince's son? But you don't much like a royal.
Y/n: Oh no, we're not blood relatives. I'm actually adopted. Never knew my real parents.
Lin: Well I'll be, a royal adopting an imp. Never thought I'd see the day.
Joe: Well son, put'er there!
Joe and Y/n shake hands and Joe notices Y/n strong grip.
Joe: Well don't you have a pair of hands. You're quite the strong one.
Y/n: Eh, it's not that impressive.
Joe: Nonsene! Nothing wrong with a strong pair of hand. Speakin' of strong hands, y'all should meet our newest help. Hey! Striker!
Black flaming hooves clop rapidly on the ground. An Imp's spiky tail whips a black horse's flank. An Imp wearing a cowboy hat rides a black hell horse with a fiery mane. The horse leaps over a fence. The horse rears up and roars in front of the group. Striker tips his hat in greeting, a stalk in his mouth.
Striker: Well, howdy! Oh, lookie here! You must be the famous Mildred.
Striker gets off the horse and walks toward Millie.
Striker: Heard some good things about you from your folks, little lady. *winks*
Millie: Ohhh! *laughs sheepishly*
Striker shakes Millie's hand.
Striker: What're y'all doin' so far away from Imp City? Heh. The free workin' finally slowin' down?
Millie: Oh, no! Freelance isn't free! It's a--... Never mind. We're just visitin' for the festival. The prince is our boss' *in a dramatic voice* boyyyyfrieeeend and coworker's daaaaddddyyyy!
Blitzo: Millie, I am not above hitting a female in front of her daddy.
Y/n: Yea, watch Mils.
Striker: Boss, huh...? Ohhh, so YOU'RE the bold imp to start his own killing biz?
Blitzo: Yeah, well if you're good at somethin', you should probably capitalize.
Striker: Not many Imps start businesses on their own. That's pretty impressive, sir.
Blitzo: Oh...! Yeah? It is-- I- I- I guess- I guess it is, isn't it?
Striker: So you even conned that ditzy blueblood into gettin' you to the surface?
Striker and Blitzo shake hands.
Y/n: It's more complicated than you think it is. It's more a transactional thing to be honest, and please refrain from calling my dad a ditzy blueblood.
Striker: Of course. Don't want to make an enemy out of a royal now do we?
Y/n couldn't help but feel uneasy around Striker. Like he knew him or he had it out for him or something. But maybe it's because it's his first time being in another ring.
Joe: Y'know... you boys should enter the Pain Games!
Blitzo scuttles sideways over to Joe.
Blitzo: I heard games! What games? I'm in
Lin: Every harvest festival, there's a competition to be the roughest, toughest bastard in Wrath!
Millie crosses her arms and pouts.
Millie: Yeah! Wish I could play!
Lin: Millie, you know you get too carried away. The last competition ended in fifteen separate funerals.
Millie: I'm aware, but I only caused nine of them! How come Sallie May still gets to compete?
Lin: Your sister doesn't have a neighborhood head count.
Millie: She so does!
Sallie May carries a sack and a small imp drags an Imp body in the background.
Sallie May: *sing-song voice* It doesn't count if they don't find the bodyyyyy
Lin: Still, you get to root for her and your brothers, and now you can cheer on your boss!
Moxxie puts a hand on Lin's shoulder.
Moxxie: Y'know, she can also cheer for me.
Joe: *wheeze-laughs and slaps his leg* ...Wait, you?
Moxxie: Yeah! I can compete, can't I?
Lin elbows him hard in the side. Moxxie tears up in pain.
Y/n: I know Mox isn't much in the brute strength department, but he's capable of doing it. He's saved my bacon more times than I can count.
Joe: Sorry, boy. But, I don't think sensitive, thespian types would last very long in the games.
Moxxie: I was born here, too! *drawls* I have some fight in me!
Striker puts a hand on Moxxie's shoulder.
Striker: Huh. Well then, little fella... Why don'tcha help me wrangle one o' them hogs for dinner?
Striker mentions to a large sleeping hell hog in a pigpen.
Moxxie: Simple. Watch me!
Striker grins and hands Moxxie a dagger and rope.
Striker: Nah... with these. Bullets can't pierce the shell. You gotta get the knife underneath and pry yourself an openin'.
Moxxie: *gulps* Oh! Right, right. I knew that.
Blitzo leans in toward Moxxie and grabs his shoulders. Moxxie's eyes twitch.
Blitzo: Now, just remember, your rep with the in-laws is on the line here! So, no pressure at all, you totally will not make an ass of yourself in front of everyone important in your life. Go get 'em, tiger.
Blitzo shoves Moxxie forward.
Moxxie: Ohhh.
Millie: Mox, you don't need to do this!
Y/n: Millie is right. You've got nothing to prove to them. Don't hurt yourself because of your this.
Blitzo: Oh, he totally does. KICK ITS ASS, MOXXIE! YEAAAAAAAAAAAH!
Blitzo cheers as Moxxie enters the pen. He nervously walks forward, knife in hand. Moxxie leaps forward and wraps the rope around the hog's neck. He moves the knife down and it strikes harmlessly against the hog's hide. The hog roars and runs around, trying to buck Moxxie off.
Blitzo: FUCK yeah, Moxxie! Ride it, Moxxie! Make it that bitch you won't call back in the morning!
Loona grins and records a video on her phone.
Loona: This is fucking beautiful.
Blitzo: Doin' great, Moxxie! *whispers to Loona* Send me that video later.
Millie watches in concern as Moxxie yelps and looks up. Y/n takes action, leaps and pushes him out of the way. Y/n glares at the hog as the beast exhales through its nose. The hog sprints towards Y/n at its top speed as sparks dance around his hands.
Joe: What are you doing boy?! Get out of there before you're killed!
As the hog gets closer, Y/n claps his together and blast the hog with his electricity.
Y/n: [Lightning Palm]!
Letting out massive amounts of volts, after Y/n stops, the hog is smoking with steam as it fall to its side, dead. Moxxie rubs his neck as Y/n makes his way towards his friend.
Y/n: You....alright?
Moxxie: Ow... My clavicle!
Lin: Well lather me in butter and eat me like a cob. I've never seen some-'em like that before.
Joe: Haha! Now that was impressive!
Striker: That was a nice show kid. Makes me wonder who your ma and pa are.
Y/n: I wonder that too from time to time.
Striker: *turns to Blitzo* Hey, boss man! You wanna help the men skin this thing for dinner?
Blitzo: Oh, I am always down to skin the manly meat with the manly men!
Loona: That's what she said!
Blitzo: What "who said"? Wait, what bitch is talking shit about me?!
Everyone but Y/n, Millie and Moxxie leave for the house with the demon hog. Moxxie sighs sadly with his arm in a cast. Millie comforts him.
Millie: Don't let 'em get to you. And hey, you don't need my parents to respect you. They will eventually.
Y/n: Yeah, you just gotta be patient. They'll love in in time.
Sallie May: No, they won't.
Millie glares at her and Y/n frowns.
Sallie May: What? I'm right, ain't I?
Moxxie: *drawl* Oh, I'mma enter in those games.
Millie sighs sadly.
Sallie May: *appears out of nowhere* Hmm, how pissed would you be if I bet on him dyin'?
Millie glares at her again.
Y/n: Moxxie won't die, cuz I'll be looking out for him.
Sallie May: Sorry, but I don't think a handsome royal like yourself would stand a chance.
Y/n: Wanna bet?
Sallie May: Whatcha betting?
Y/n: Whatever you want.
Sallie May: Hmmmm okay, I hold you to that Sparky.
Y/n: What is that you want?
Sallie May: That's my little secret~.
Y/n: I feel like I've made a mistake of some kind.
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Cutting to the Harvest Festival, Wally Wackford stands on stage with a microphone and speaks dramatically.
Wally Wackford: Welcome, I say-a, welcome-a... all to Wrath-a Ring's-a annual-a Harvest-a Moon-a... a-Festival! To kick things up, we have the great prince Stolas-a, here to usher in this here Pain Games!
Stolas takes the microphone from Wally Wackford.
Stolas: *chuckles* How kind, Wackford. Greetings, tiny... Wrath Ring Imps! I hereby welcome you all to another year of celebrating the spoils of your labor that continue to feed the citizens of Hell!
A crowd of Imps glare at him and boos are heard.
Stolas: I'm happy to kick off the start of these games that will challenge the toughest Imps to show their skill in dominance. Good luck to you all! Especially that sexy little one there and my darling son... Yoo-hoo! Blitzy! Hello my Sparkling!
Stolas waves at him while Blitzo glares and Y/n gets embarrassed.
Blitzo: Ugh. Fuck me.
Y/n: Oh come on dad.
A gun goes off and the games begin. Moxxie gets trampled with a yelp as the other imps race down the trail. Striker climbs up a wooden ramp structure while Blitzo leaps down ahead of him. Moxxie tries to catch up. He claws at the structure and falls into a small puddle. Before he gets chewed up and thrashed by a monstrous black and white shark, Y/n jumps into the puddle and wrestles with the shark. In the next shot, Striker grins smugly at Blitzo who has his legs, arms and horns tied behind him.
A muscular Imp holds a rope and grins at a scared Moxxie. Striker, Blitzo, Y/n, and Moxxie team up in a tug of war match. Moxxie falls into the water and the shark jumps to try and attack him again, but Y/n tackles the shark and wrestles it again.
The scene cuts to a wrestling match in the mud between Blitzo and Striker. A group of imps do a football huddle on top of Moxxie. Y/n and the shark and get ready to pounce on each other as Moxxie hides behind Y/n. Y/n taunts the shark by motioning him to come at him, which prompts the shark to bear its teeth and prepare to pounce on him.
Y/n: LET'S GO MOTHERFUC--!!
Wally Wackford: I say, I say, for the first year ever, we have a tie for winner of the Harvest Moon Pain Games!
Stolas takes the microphone from Wally Wackford.
Stolas: The winners are... Striker, aaaaand my darlings Blitzy and N/n!
Stolas walks onto the stage and does a pose as the crowd cheers.
Blitzo: Just say my name RIGHT! Fuckin' dick.
As Y/n walks up to the stage, Stolas grabs hold of Y/n and gives him a tight embrace.
Stolas: Oh! Congratulations my little Sparkling! I am just so proud of you my son!
Y/n: *embarssed* Dddddaaaddd!!
Moxxie and Millie watch the scene from the wooden bleachers.
Moxxie: Alright. So, he has the "physical advantage." I'm better at other things, like singing!
Striker: *pulls out a guitar* I'd like to take this opportunity to sing a quick song I wrote just now, about me winnin'.
Striker strums the guitar he pulled out.
Moxxie: Oh, WHAT THE FUCK?!
Striker: ♫ Sweet victory... I smell the smell. ♫
Striker kicks a squealing fangirl imp in the face, sending her back to a group of imps who then maul her.
Striker: ♫ From up in stinkin' Heaven, to the rugged rocks of Hell, sweet victory ♫
♫ With everything I do ♫
♫ With every talent, I'm so much more talented than you ♫
Blitzo arrives with a slice of cheese on a stick and sits next to Moxxie and Millie in the bleachers. He eats the cheese.
Blitzo: Isn't this guy great?
Striker: (off-screen) ♫ Everytime I tryyyy, I push it and succeed. ♫
Moxxie: False!
Blitzo: It's gonna be nice workin' with him.
Blitzo pours hot sauce on his cheese and takes another bite.
Moxxie: Working with him...? WHAT?!
Striker: (off-screen) ♫ Every first attempt of every single deed ♫
Blitzo: Yeaaaah! I asked him if he wants to join I.M.P.
Moxxie: You asked... But...
Moxxie looks visibly hurt as Blitzo looks at him in confusion.
Striker: (off-screen) ♫ Me! I'm totally the best. ♫
Millie: Mox, I think you've had enough, for now. Let's head back to the house and get you clean.
Striker: ♫ The super cool me, handsome guy- *cough* Moxxie, go fuck yourself ♫
Moxxie tears up and leaves with Millie as Striker finishes his song.
Striker: ♫ Did you hear something? It was just the wind. ♫
The crowd cheers.
Striker: Thank you. You're too kind.
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Volcanos with fiery spheres floating above them are revealed. Blitzo lies down on the ground and looks admiringly at Bombproof as he feasts on an animal carcass. Y/n is hanging out with Loona. Millie beams beside her parents as her brothers load up jack-o-lanterns into a truck. Millie waves at them and runs off. Inside the cottage, Moxxie glumly walks up some stairs. Moxxie notices light shining through the bottom of a door.
Moxxie: Well, that's troubling.
Moxxie opens the door and peers around. He notices the light coming from a box. He walks over and sees a rifle with glowing designs in an open gun case.
Moxxie: Oh, my crumbles!
He runs his hand along the side of the rifle.
Moxxie: A genuine carmine crafted blessing-tipped rifle! How... How in the fuck did he get one o' these?
Striker leans against the door frame behind him.
Striker: Why don't you ask me, little dude?
Moxxie: Shit! W- Why do you have this... mister?! You are aware this kind of weapon can kill--
Striker: ...demon royalty?
Moxxie: Yes. That.
Striker: No shit. *flicks his wheat stalk away* That's kinda the point.
Striker runs his claws along the door. He closes the door and advances menacingly toward Moxxie with a grin.
Moxxie: Okay. Well I'm- I'm relatively concerned by your possession of this... I'm also glad my instant dislike of you has been vali-
Striker grabs Moxxie by the throat.
Moxxie: -DATED!
Striker wraps his tail around Moxxie's neck. He tosses Moxxie hard against the wall. He chokes Moxxie on the floor as Moxxie hisses and tries to claw at him. Striker holds him down with his body weight. Moxxie glances over to see a lamp on a table. He kicks the table and the lamp crashes into Striker. Millie hears the crash from outside.
Moxxie stands up and races toward the door. He pulls the door open but Striker roughly pulls him back by his tail. Striker covers Moxxie's mouth and begins to strangle him. Striker chuckles evilly as Moxxie begins to lose consciousness.
Striker: *smirks* Pathetic.
Millie appears behind Striker and stabs him in the back with a knife. Moxxie collapses to the floor. A feral, enraged Millie stabs Striker repeatedly in the back.
She leaps onto his back and holds the knife at his neck, but he breaks from her hold and stops her at the last moment.
Striker then slams Millie off against the wall, breaking her arm. A now-bleeding Millie collapses next to Moxxie, clutching her broken arm. Moxxie reaches his hand towards Millie.
Moxxie: *weakly* Millie...
Striker grabs both of them by their hair and tosses them into a cellar. Millie cries out as her foot gets caught in a bear trap.
Striker: I'd kill y'all, but I feel like there's more leverage with your rodeo clown of a boss and the false prince if I don't! Plus, you little things ain't worth the cleanup.
Moxxie runs up the stairs, but Striker closes the cellar doors. Moxxie tries to push the doors, but they won't budge.
Moxxie: *worried* Millie!
Moxxie runs down the stairs to Millie, assessing her.
Moxxie: *worried* Oh, Satan!
Millie: Moxxie, I'm fiiiine! I got worse than this during the flower tufts at my brother's weddin'. But I caught that fuckin' bouquet, and it was fuckin' worth it! You just have to get out there, and fuck up that brownnosin' cocksucker for me!
Moxxie: But I can't break through it. I'm not strong enough.
Millie: Not with your hands, baby. Use what you're good at.
Moxxie: I'm not good with my hands?
Millie raises an eyebrow with an unamused expression.
Moxxie: Ohhhh. Right. Yeah. Yeah.
Moxxie pulls out a pistol and fires a hole in the door. He pushes the doors open.
Moxxie: I... I probably should've used this earlier, huh?
Millie: I love you, hun... But, for fuck's sake!
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Shifting over to Stolas on the stage, he magically flips through the grimoire preparing to cast his magic.
Stolas: My dear commoners of the Ring of Wrath! I, Stolas of the Ars Goetia, hereby curse this year's harvest with the glow of the true Harvest Moon!
The clouds swirl as Stolas creates a portal. The portal reveals a glowing orange full moon in the sky. The crowd oohs in wonder. Striker chuckles darkly as he aims the rifle at Stolas' forehead. A click is heard behind him. Blitzo aims his flintlock pistol at him.
Blitzo: Uh, excuse me? The FUCK?!
Striker: Bliiiitzo! I thought you were still at the ceremony!
Blitzo: You thought I wanted to stand around with a buncha hillbillies excited about corn n' shit with a thirsty owl on stage?!
Striker stands up.
Striker: Huh. And now you seem disappointed in me.
Blitzo: Yeaaaaah. Well, I'm not a fan of someone I offered a job to about to off my easiest lengthy ticket to Earth behind my back.
Striker: Blitzo, come on. You know, the two of us are superior than most of our kind. And you were so above suckin' on a disgusting, rich, pompous Goetia, only to sneak topside for scraps and work for bitter sinners, who could care less who you are, when you could be slaying Overlords.
Striker walks around Blitzo. Blitzo's eyes move and he appears conflicted. He aims his gun as Striker moves in the shadows.
Striker: Why struggle to run a business that is rigged against you? When you could partner up with me and kill... the unkillable?
Striker pins a frightened Blitzo against the wall.
Striker: Starting with the one that treats you like a plaything?
Blitzo grins in lust.
Blitzo: Ooh, that's kinda hot. But what about Y/n. Don't think he'd be too keen on his old man being killed.
Striker: Don't worry about the boy. I'll convince him to join us. And with him on our side with that power of his, we could be the most dangerous beings in Hell, Blitzo.
Blitzo: Wow. That was a good fuckin' pitch.
Striker: Been workshoppin' it.
Striker moves Blitzo's gun away.
Blitzo: Y'know what? Fuck it. I'm in.
Striker grins, but hears another click.
Striker: Huh?
Moxxie appears behind him with Striker's rifle.
Blitzo: Took ya long enough, Mox! Ha-HA! Wow, you should've seen your dipshit face!
Blitzo looks down to see Striker holding the knife in his other hand from behind.
Blitzo: Wow... Woah, okay. Cliché much?
Striker points Blitzo's pistol at Moxxie. Moxxie blocks the bullet with the rifle side.
Blitzo: Oh, you daddy fucker!
Blitzo bites at Striker's arm, making him yell out in pain.
Striker: AAAAGH!!
The fight begins as Blitzo elbows Striker in the face. They exchange blows, and Striker slams Blitzo into Moxxie, both of them falling to the floor. Moxxie sees the rifle on the floor and reaches for it. Striker pins Moxxie's arm down with his boot.
Moxxie: AAAGH!
Striker: You dumb fucks lost the upper hand fast, huh?
Blitzo: HA! You seem to have forgotten something, fucko!
Blitzo whistles for Loona. Outside, Loona hears it whilst using her phone.
Blitzo: Ugh, fuckin' damn it, Loona. Time for me plan B! *takes a breath in* THAT'S WHY HUMAN CARTOONS ARE GARBAGE!!!
Striker looks confused as he looks around wondering what that was. Suddenly something bursts through the door, as a frantic Y/n looks around pissed off.
Y/n: Who the fuck said that?!?
Blitzo: Yes! The electric-man is here!
Y/n: Blitz? What the hell is-?
Y/n stops when he looks at Striker and sees him holding a blessed rifle along with Blizo and Moxxie on the ground.
Striker: Well, hey there Prince, you can just in-!
In an instant, Y/n was in front of Striker, ready to land a devastating blow on him.
Striker reacts quick and moves to the side, as Y/n's fist makes contact with the wooden wall, breaking it upon contact and leave a massive whole.
Striker: Woah there! Let's talk about this.
Y/n: Talk? Talk?! You're about to kill my friends! What's there to talk about!
Y/n dash at Striker and engages in a fight with him. As the battle, Y/n hits Striker with multiple body shots and hits him with a spin kick, knocking him into the wall. As Y/n goes to rush him, Striker moves out of the way and trips Y/n, causing him to smash his head against the wall. Striker grabs hold of one of his horns and slams Y/n's head against the wall multiple times trying to break his face.
Moxxie jumps in and puts Striker in a chokehold as he gets off of Y/n. Quickly catching his breath, Y/n tackles Striker to the ground. As Y/n, along with the help of Moxxie, starts to beat down on Striker. Using his tail, Striker grabs Moxxie by the neck and throws him aside.
Y/n: Moxxie!
With he's distracted, Striker grabs a blessed knife from inside his coat and slashes Y/n's chest.
Y/n: Ahhh!!!
As Y/n stumbles back, Blitzo tries to get the jump on Striker, but it doesn't work so go.
Blitzo: I got you now bitch!
Striker turns around and knocks out Blitzo.
Striker: I was hoping you'd join me in taking out that fucking blue blood, but it's a shame I was wrong.
Y/n: I'll die, before I let you kill my father!
Striker: Your father? Hahaha! Don't be stupid! He's not your daddy, no matter how much you want him to be. To him, you'll always be nothing more than lower class trash he just happened to pick up.
Y/n: No! Your wrong! Don't speak ill of my dad!
Y/n creates a lightning blade with his hand and rushes a Striker as he intends to end him. But as soon as he's inches away from, Striker moves to the side and knees Y/n. He then grabs him by the throat and throws him against the wall.
Striker: I expected more out of you....
Y/n tries to get back up and attack Striker again, but he shoots him twice, once in the leg and the other in side. As Y/n's detracted by the pain, Striker grabs him and throws in back to the wall. He grabs his knife stabs Y/n in the shoulder as he screams in pain. Y/n tries to grabs hold of him, but Striker twists it deeper.
Striker: But I guess you're nothing but a disappointment, just like your mother.
This causes Y/n to pause and slowly look at him confused.
Y/n: Wha....You.... knew My mother?
Striker: Of course I do. She was a beauty.*smirks* It's a shame she had to die.
Y/n becomes wide eyed to hearing this. Every time he wondered who is mother was or why she left him, all this time she has been dead, and the one who did it was the imp in front of him.
Striker: *chuckles* What's wrong kid? Where'd all the fire go? Don't worry, you'll meet your her soon.
A click is heard as Striker grabs his blessed revolver and aims it at Y/n's head. Before he could pull the trigger, Moxxie tackles him away from Y/n.
Moxxie: Y/n! Get a hold of yourself! Now's not the time for an internal crisis!
Striker and Moxxie tumble around for a bit before Striker manages to top Moxxie.
Striker: You're just like a roach! Won't die unless I squish ya!
Before he could land a killing blow on Moxxie, he's blasted away by a bolt of lightning. Moxxie gets up and sees Y/n staring daggers at the cowboy.
Y/n: I'm gonna tear your fucking heart out.
Striker: Hehe... really now? And how exactly are you gonna-!
Moxxie grabs a nearby vase and smashes it against the side of Striker's head. While he's dazed, Y/n runs at Striker with his anger boiling.
As he railed his fist back, all the negative emotions that have been felt were released into a single point. It was then at that moment, The False Goetia Prince known as Y/n had been chosen by the sparks of black.
Y/n: [BLACK FLASH]!!!
As Y/n delivers such a devastating blow on Striker, he coughs up blood as he goes flying across the room. Y/n takes a moment to catch his breath as he looks at his hand to see black spark flicker before disappearing. He then fall onto one knee as the adrenaline starts to wear off.
Moxxie: Y/n! Oh crumbs!
Y/n: I-I'm Mox, I-I just need a few minutes...
As Moxxie helps Y/n up, Striker begins to laugh.
Y/n: What's so funny?
Striker: Oh nothing. I just think it's embarrassing. You're wastin' a lot of potential relyin' on a weak little--
Moxxie fires a shot near Striker to shut him up.
Moxxie: You gonna finish that fucking sentence... pard'ner
Striker: Vermin.
Moxxie: Who's weak now, BITCH--?!
Moxxie gets slammed by the door as Loona kicks it open to enter the room.
Loona: 'Kay, I'm here.
Striker narrows his eyes and uses the distraction to make his get away and runs to the open window.
Striker: Maybe you'll get me next time... false prince.
Striker escapes through the window. Y/n makes his way to the window, looking at the celebration in worry. Finally succumbing to his injuries, Y/n falls onto the ground as he feels himself losing strength. Lona's eyes widen as she runs over to Y/n in worry.
Loona: Y/n! What the fuck happened!?
Moxxie: It was Striker! He hit him with blessed weaponry!
Loona: Shit! He needs a hospital! Blitzo, call the weird bird toy of yours!
Blitzo: Already did, he should be on his way.
Not even a minute goes by when Stolas makes it to where Blitzo texted him to go too.
Stolas: My, my, Blitzy! I don't think you would-!?
He stops being horny when he see his son lying on the floor with blood covering him.
Stolas: Y/n!! *rushes over to him* Oh my son! What has happened here!?
Moxxie: It was someone called Striker your highness. He was planning on assassinating you, but we stopped him, and in the process Y/n was badly hurt.
Stolas picks Y/n up and with a wave of his hand, creates a portal to the Pride Ring's hospital. Loona tries to go with him, but Blitzo puts a hand on her shoulder to stop her. The last thing she sees is Y/n looking at her before the portal to Pride closes itself.
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Lin bandages up Millie's arm as she sits with her foot in a cast. Moxxie struggles to fit clothes in a suitcase.
Lin: I can't believe you let him trap you, Millie! Haven't we taught you better?
Millie: I was seein' red, Ma! And he was slippery!
Lin: Excuses! You're better than that, Mildred!
Moxxie closes the trunk and marches over to Millie's parents.
Moxxie: Y'know, she protected me. *drawl* And maybe I'm not a strong beefy dickhead, *normal voice* but Millie has the strength enough for both of us! You two are getting on her case about being hurt by a psychopath you hired and almost killed the son of the prince?! *drawl* Shaaaaame on you!
Blitzo: Aw, Moxxie, look at you! Speechin' like a big boy with his big paaaants!
Joe glares at Moxxie, curtly nods and leaves.
Millie: Wooow! He nodded! He's never acknowledged your input before!
Millie stands up on crutches and walks away.
Moxxie: Soooo, is that progress?
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Cutting over to a sign that reads "Hideaway Motel Vacancy. The Guy That Tried 2 Kill U Def Isn't Here." Striker is on a bed, talking on the phone.
Striker: Huh... I failed to kill the target at the festival. But don't worry, ma'am... It won't happen again.
Stella drums her fingers on the table impatiently.
Stella: It better not! I want this cheating prick dead! I don't care who you have to go through, MAKE IT HAPPEN!
Stella is seen sitting at a dinner table with by herself. Stolas had been in the hospital to keep Y/n company. After Octavia was told of her adopted brother's condition, she went with Stolas to the hospital as well.
Striker: Understood.
Stella hangs up the phone. Striker twirls the gun in his hand.
Striker: I'll get him next time. Till we meet again Y/n.
Striker chuckles evilly as he turns off the light. His yellow eyes glow in the darkness to rattlesnake hisses.
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A/n: And that is another chapter down! I hope you guys enjoyed it, especially with the reveal of what happened to one of Y/n's parents. I was debating on what to do with his biological parents and just ultimately decided to just kill off one of them. Lazy, I know.
But I think you all will like the reveal on who the father of Y/n is. Some of you maybe already have an idea of who the father is and some of you might not. ALSO! Black Flash. Two things!
One, yes I know the introduction of black flash was too early. In all honesty I just wanted to give him the ability earlier on, but kinda forgot about it. Number Two! For those of you who are wondering who Y/n is going to end up with, here's the confirmation on two of them. The first one, absolutely, it's going to be Loona. And as for the second one, well, it's gonna be Octavia.
Hold on! Don't go grabbing your pitch forks and shotguns just yet! The two aren't even related, so that makes it okay.
So, now comes the part you've all been waiting for! The surprise that I've promised you all at the beginning of the chapter! Drum roll please
*pop*
It's me. Yes, yes I know....*sigh*I'm Black. Deuces!