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Chapter 37: Relative Revelation

Mimzy grew up in chaos and she did her best to survive and organize her life through it all. Be it her abusive and overly-religious parents, her rebellious adolescence, fighting against societal norms as a flapper, and murdering asshole Johns that entered her bars. Mimzy survived it all. It only ended when her ex decided that if he couldn't be with her, then no one could and ended her life through a four-story window. But out of the frying pan and into the fire, Mimzy's went from dancing on Earth to laying on the dirty roads of Hell. Most Sinners went through a period of panic, denial, bargaining and so forth, not Mimzy.

She accepted her fate long ago as she wasn't a saint in her life, but she was a fighter. Just like uptop, she wasn't gonna let the Sinners and demons use her up and spit her own. Nope, she pushed and clawed and schemed until she got to where she wanted: like owning her own club and bar and performing to her hearts content for the Sinners of Pride. She feared nothing, not the Sinners, nor the Overlords or the winged freak calling themselves angels that came down once a year. Mimzy didn't back down. She may not have any power or influence like those higher up, but she was a woman to be feared in her own right. It's why Alastor took a shine to her when they first met. Why Rosie saw a kinder spirit in the flapper. And why Moxxie loved and admired his sweet, spunky mama.

But right now, she didn't have Rosie or Alastor or Moxxie.

Right now, Mimzy was smack dab in a brewing tornado that was going to ruin all of Rosie's hard work. In short, the Happy/Hazbin Hotel was in chaos. Guests were piling in with no one greeting them. Caterers where stuck in the kitchen waiting for orders. The musicians were out in the garden waiting for their cues to start playing. And now, Moxxie's friends and in-laws were panicking in the hallways.

Oh, and the call she got from Rosie about Moxxie and Millie being kidnapped.

A women's work is never done, as Rosie would say, Mimzy thought.

She wasn't worried about her baby nor his wife. Not with Rosie and Alastor on the hunt. If George thought he was going to get away with it, he was in for a rude awakening. But while her partners were out saving their son, Mimzy had to take the reins in here. No need to make the guests worry or delay the wedding. Now wasn't the time for panic. Mimzy put two fingers in her mouth and let out an ear-piercing whistle.

"Alright! Enough horse-play! Time to get this show on the road!"

"Bitch, did you not hear?! Moxxie and Millie are kidnapped by Moxxie's psycho ex!" Blitzo yelled.

"And ya think Rosie and Al ain't gonna find him and rescue our baby and his love?" Mimzy replied. "Trust me when I say, Moxxie and Millie are gonna be found and saved. But while that's happen, we got a wedding to get going."

He stared at her. What the fuck? Moxxie and Millie were in trouble! He pinched the bridge between his eyes. He had no idea what the fuck she was planning.

"Alright. I'll bite. What the fuck do you plan on doing?"

She chuckled, her pink eyes having a confident and mischievious glint to them.

"Sweetheart. I ain't not delicate flower like some expect. Al and Rosie ain't the only ones with a reputation here in town."

She turned to everyone that was looking at her. She started pointing at them.

"Husk! Angel! Go man the front doors and greet the guests. Angel use your charms and Husk can serve them drinks while they're arriving," Mimzy command.

"Niffty!" The group jumped at the sudden yell and then again when the tiny Sinner suddenly appeared. "Gather everyone's coats and items and lead them to their seats outside."

"Yes ma'am!"

"Blitzo, take your daughter to the infirmary and Stolas can locate and inform Marbus about her," Mimzy continued. "Once done, Stolas inform the caterers to bring out the horderves for the guests and Blitz can inform the performers out in back to get ready to stall for time. I'll inform my band to start with some smooth jazz to get them in a festive mood."

The flapper looked up at the clock. "Al told me that it should take them no more than an hour to track them down and take care of the problem so we gotta stall for that long."

"What about our daughter?!" Lin asked.

"I told you, Rosie and Al will take everything."

"Ya except us to just drop everything and start getting this stupid wedding ready while my sis is being held by some crazy fucker that still has the hots for her doppy husband?! Are ya nuts?!" Sallie May snarled in Mimzy's face.

"Your role, as well as your folks, is to make sure no one sees the panic going on and ruin everything Rosie, Al and I have planned," Mimzy replied back. "Remember this is your sister's wedding too."

"Screw that, ya screwy Sinner freak!" the female imp side-shoved Mimzy out of her way. "I don't got time for ya shitty prim and proper party! My sister is in trouble and I ain't gonna stand by..."

Mimzy sighed. "I didn't want to do this."

She snapped her finger.

Everyone froze.

"Now are ya all ready to listen?" She asked again.

"What the fuck?! I can't move!" Sallie shrieked.

This caused everyone else to start panicking.

"Ya'll didn't think Rosie and Al were the only one with powers, did ya?" Mimzy smirked. "I didn't run the most successful club and bar in Hell next to Valentino's without some tricks up my sleeves. Now...Atten-hut!"

Everyone stood up straight.

"Alright. Ya got your orders, now GO!"

Mimzy smiled as the group broke apart and went to do their commands with Blitzo yelling out-

"Fuck! We should have been more worried about her than the cannibals!"


This was it. This was the moment he's always been dreaming of... so why was he so damn nervous? The imp stared at the unconcious one that was tied up in chair. Was it wise to do so? Maybe not. But he had to trust that they wouldn't run the moment they woke up. Shit. What was he suppose to say? What could he do? What if it wasn't who he was looking for?

No! He had to be! He has his birthmark!

But there was doubt. There was hesitation. There was fear. This was such drastic take, but he didn't know what to do! He actually doubted he'd be willing to actually talk to him! It didn't help that their first meeting was...

He shook his head.

Now was not the time to think about that. But if he is who he thinks he is... He gulped. He wasn't sure if he wanted it to be true or not. He just knew that he needed answers.

"Mmm..." the imp started to rouse.

Guess he couldn't delay it anymore.

"Huh...wha...St...Striker!"

Moxxie shot up from his chair, or at least tried to. Being tied up had its limits. Worse still, he couldn't feel any of his weapons that he hid in his jacket. Fuck! Moxxie turned to glare at his captor He expected the snake imp to being gloating, smirking or even laughing at his predicament. Anything to lord over the face he got the jump on him again.

But...he wasn't.

Instead of being smug and arrogant, Striker looked...tired? Defeated? Anxious?

"Aren't you supposed to be trying to kill me?"

He was surprised when he saw Striker flinch.

"I don't want to."

"...why? You had no problem back at the farm."

"Things have changed."

Striker slowly got up from his seat and got up near him. Moxxie tried to back up, but, again, tied to a chair.

"How? Don't you still want to kill Stolas?" Moxxie asked.

"That may not matter anymore," Striker replied. "I gotta question to ask ya and I'm hoping ya'll give me the answer."

"...depends on what the question is."

"Who are your parents?"

Moxxie looked confused by that.

"My parents? Alastor, Rosie and Mim..."

"NO!" Moxxie jumped at Striker's snarl. "Not your fuckin' fake Sinner folks! Your REAL parents! The ones who birth ya!"

Moxxie stared back at him.

"I don't know who they are. My parents tried to find out but they never could."

"Then where did they get ya from then?" Striker questioned.

"My dad, Alastor, found me after the Extermination," Moxxie explained. "He found me next to some bodies in an alleyway, I think those were my parents, and he took me."

The snake-like imp frowned softly. It... sounded just like what happened all those years ago. His brother was born during the Extermination. And someone took him after they were slaughtered. Then he and his uncle being told that the Radio Demon was in the area... could it be? Could Moxxie really be his long lost little brother? After all these years? Adopted by the Radio Demon and his friends?

But there was the adoption papers! The copy of a birth certificate! His brother didn't have one! But.. could his parents have found a way to create one before they were exterminated? Did Moxxie's adopted folks accidentally mistook a different imp's and gave it to their son? Was that why he was unable to find him for all these years?

So many questions. How could of this happened?

"Ya said ya didn't know yer birth folks, but ya had yer birth certificate. And ya had an adoption paper." Striker continued.

"How did you…never mind. Doesn't matter. My birth certificate…to be honest, even my parents don't know if it's actually mine."

"What?"

"When my mother went to the hospital a few days after the Extermination, the entire place was destroyed. Most of the records were burned or damaged either by the angels or demons hiding out," Moxxie explained. "From what they could salvage was a half burned birth certificate about a baby born around the day of the extermination and a name. That's it."

"…and the name on it?"

"Don't know. It didn't matter since my dad decided to keep my name as Moxxie and the hospital didn't care and just tossed the adoption papers at my folks. Mainly cause you don't deny Overlords anything."

The last part Moxxie said under his breath.

"So basically ya have some babe's birth certificate that ya ain't sure is your and and some papers changing everything about it so ya can be raised by Sinners." Striker finished.

"Yeah, pretty much," Moxxie shrugged. "I don't know why your so interested in my life."

"Ya never wondered who yer folks were or anything?"

"Oh course I did! That's why I went to Wrath when I was younger. To find something! Anything about my birth parents!" Moxxie scoffed, "Lot of good that did. All I did was get insulted for not being imp enough and being raised by Sinners. Couldn't find anyone who would help me find anything. Two weeks wasted. So I just gave up and returned home."

Shit. Striker couldn't fault him for that. Wrath imps were very focused on how tough and strong they were. And this was Hell. People were assholes who only looked out for themselves. There weren't many folks who would be willing to help a stranger out of the kindness of their hearts. This wasn't Heaven.

His eyes turned to the area were Moxxie's birthmark was. If Moxxie really is...

He took a breath. He couldn't believe he was doing this.

"Okay. So uh..." He chuckled awkwardly. "I'm certian yer gonna think I'm crazy... and I swear ta ya, I'm not! But uh... there's a reason why I kidnapped ya.. and this is gonna be entirely awkward and I have no idea if you'll hate me, think I'm crazy or both. ...maybe both."

The smaller imp raised a brow at him. What the hell was the snake-like imp saying?

"You attempted to kill me, my wife and Prince Stolas during the Harvest Moon Festival, did a second attempt during my wedding reception and have now kidnapped me and tied me to a chair on the day of my wedding. Too late for me NOT to hate you," replied Moxxie deadpan. "As for crazy, that depends."

"Way to suck the energy out of a room, little dude."

"Apologizes, this chair is digging into my funny bone."

Striker sighed. No point in trying to delay in inevitable.

"Your birthmark…"

"…what about it?"

"I have the same one."

Moxxie just started at him. "Excuse me?"

To prove his point, Striker pulled up his shirt, revealing the same birthmark on his upper back. The same mark that Moxxie had on his shoulder. He blinked in surprised at the revelation. How... what the? How could this be!? Were... were they actually related!?

"What the fuck!?"

Striker snorted, holding back a laugh.

"Yea."

He debated about showing him the locket. ...maybe it would help? No. Not now.

"What does this mean? That you and I are related?"

The cowboy hummed, his tail rattling a bit as it moved.

"Yea. Essentially."

"So what are we, if we are? Cousins?"

"Brothers."

Moxxie started at him with a blank expression.

For a solid minute.

"…you gonna say anything?"

"Uh…give me a second," Moxxie lifted up a finger. "Trying to wrap my mind around the fact that I have a brother and he tried to kill me."

"You and me both."

Striker rubbed his forehead.

"What? NOW you feel guilting about trying to kill me?!"

"I didn't know that you were my fuckin' brother!"

"Does that even matter?!"

"Yes it fuckin' does! I wouldn't dare harm my family! Shit! Fuckin'!" Striker clawed his hands through his hair. "I thought you were dead! Ma and pa were slaughtered and ya were missing! Ya were just a baby and someone took ya! I didn't know if ya were alive or dead!"

Moxxie got quiet. That's right. His parents were Striker's. And they were dead. Going by age, Striker no doubt remembered them. Had memories with them. Mourn them. From how horrified and grief-stricken his voice was, he obviously missed them deeply. Probably missed him, at least the idea of his brother.

"I spent years looking for you! Taking every assassination job I could get to raise money to find you! Every time I went home ta Wrath, everyone said I was fuckin' insane! Trapped in my grief! I... You... You were the only family I had left! Years of wild goose-chases! Dead ends! I thought... I thought..."

The older demon's rant got quieter as he trailed off.

"I thought... I thought that maybe they were right... and I was chasing a ghost of someone who was dead."

Moxxie felt his heart ached for him. Sure while Striker did try to kill him, the guy was obviously just trying to salvage the only family that he had. The little brother that he had lost. ...the brother that was him. This was so damn crazy. He couldn't believe that this was happening to him. To think, that all this time, he did have a family out there!

But…this was still Striker. Someone who tried to kill him. Kill Millie. Kill Stolas. Try to turn Blitzo against them. Even if he was family, he certain didn't know him besides his love for violence and hatred for bluebloods. Even if he did, somewhat, let him in his life, Millie and Blitzo certainly won't be happy. Millie especially, as she still wanted payback for the bear trap thing.

Then again, Striker was the only link to his family. His birth family. While he loved his parents, the burning curiosity of who and where he came from always loomed in the back of his mind. It's what haunted him while he was growing up, knowing he was different from his parents, that imps being raised by Sinners and Overlords wasn't normal, that his kind wasn't on the same class as everyone else.

"I…I really don't know what to say," Moxxie admitted. "The fact you're my brother, that I had a family….it's just a lot to take in at the moment."

"Yer tellin' me," Striker agreed. "And I only found out yesterday."

"…you know Millie and Blitzo still want to kill you?"

"I figured."

"And my mother, Rosie, won't exactly be happy about you trying to kill her cousin, Stolas."

"…would it lessen if I told her who hired the hit?"

"…Maybe? I mean you didn't kill him…though you did try to twice…"

"I'm screwed, aren't I?"

"I can talk to my grandfather," Moxxie offered. "He won't kill your or send you to Purgatory…but the punishment won't be pretty."

"Shit."

But in all honesty, what choice did he have? Not much. Imps like him would've been killed for this type of treason. Sure, while Stolas only ranked at 26 on the Goetia power level, he was still a royal. Fuck. Something in his gut told him not to take the job, but he was desperate. He needed the money. But now...

Fuck. He looked over at the other in the room. To think that all this time, he was right. His brother was alive! He was both happy and nervous. Maybe after all of this, he could gather up his cousins, aunt and uncle and rub in their faces with an glaoting "I told you so." But right now wasn't the time for that. Now when Moxxie had his wedd-

"Fuck, your wedding!"

Moxxie rolled his eyes.

"Yea. Which I'm sure my parents are absolutely pissed about and Millie is going crazy looking for me."

"No, no! Not just that! George, he... shit. He planned this. I was supposed to do something and else and I... fuck!"

"George?! What do you mean?" Moxxie begin to panic. George planning something? Never a good thing. "What was he planning?!"

"Apparently, he ain't too happy that ya moved on from him…"

"Of course he isn't. I should have know."

"So he plans on ruining yer wedding."

"By having you kidnap me?"

"No," Striker paused before looking at Moxxie. "By taking Mildred."

"What? No way, that's impossible! No one can just kidnap Millie," Moxxie stated. "She'd kill him before he could do anything to her."

"Unless he drugs her with his pheromones," Striker replied. "Or ties her up using holy binding."

"But…he doesn't have that…right?" Moxxie asked weakly.

"I don't know how he got his hands on those kind of bindings, but I saw them on him when he went to go after Mildred."

While Moxxie started freaking out, Striker pulled out his dagger. Moxxie froze at the sudden appearance of the weapon before relaxing when the blade sliced open his ropes.

"You're…letting me go?"

"You wanna save yer wife, don't ya?"

The smaller imp stared at him. He wasn't sure if it would be appropriate to hug him or not. He decided against it. It would probably be too awkward. He rubbed the area where the ropes were on his arms. Once he was sure he could feel them again, he pulled out a gun that was tucked into his tux. Striker raised a brow at him.

"You stashed a gun in your tux? Do you normally do that?"

"No."

Striker opened his mouth to comment but he was interrupted.

"I carry more than just one gun." As if to prove his point, he pulled out all the weapons that he had stashed on him. Weapons that Striker didn't even noticed was on him. "I have some assault weapons, crossbow, hunting bow, tommy gun, old-fashioned shotgun, revolvers in three colors, chainsaws, katanas-"

"Alright, I get it."

Moxxie stopped before chuckling.

"Yea. Dad and mom kinda raised me to always have multitude of weapons on me just in case."

"Overprotective much?"

"You have no idea."

Before either could get another word in edgewise, a loud and hellish roar echoed throughout the building, shaking the foundation.

"What the…?!"

"Oh crumbs!" Moxxie's pupils shrunk in fear. "Dad's here."

"Dad? You mean…"

The doors of the warehouse bursted inwards, nearly taking out the two imp that ducked in the nick of time. Static fills the air, nearly deafening the area around as Alastor, in full Wendigo demon form, crawls in on all fours.

To say the sight was horrific was a understatement.

"Moxxie…" Alastor voice was low and inhuman, the static did not help it at all. "There you are! Now step aside so dear ol' dad can do what he does best."

Striker felt like his heart was about to start, his hand reaching for the holy pistol he hand on him, but was stopped when Moxxie jumped in front of him.

"Wait, wait, dad, hold on! Don't hurt him! I can explain!"

The stag looked down on him, not at all pleased that his spawn once again was vouching for someone that harmed him. But if he didn't, then his son would probably hate him and make him suffer some sort of punishment of his own design. He glared, but held back.

"Very well..."

The small imp gave a sigh of relief. He gave an awkward smile, putting his hands together.

"So... I have a... very entertaining story for you. And... hopefully you'll believe me and that I'm not in some drug induced hullicination again." Seeing his dad wasn't moving or threatening to devour his newly found relative, he continued. "Dad... this is Striker. My long lost older brother."


Millie tried everything to get out of her restrains. Pulling, smashing, even tried chewing on it, to no avail. Now she was wishing she had listen to Moxxie's lock picking tricks and not just stared at how cute his face was explaining it.

George had left her a few minutes ago, making a call and, by the sounds of it, arguing with the people over it. She didn't know who it was, just hoped it wasn't another enemy she'd have to worry about.

Come on, come on, let me go! Millie tried pulling at the the ropes connecting to the hook. All she needed was the hooks to loosen or the rope to snap to get some leeway but nothing!

She sniffed and felt her vision blurred. No! You are not gonna start crying! You're gonna get the fuck out of here, stab that boyfriend-stealing bastard in his dick and marry the fuck out of your husband!

As she was busy with figuring out a way to escape, George was busy trying to dissuade his sister about his plan. His plan had started going as planned (somewhat), but now she was harrassing him about everyone saying he was up to something.

Okay he was, but she didn't need to know that!

"Look, I'm not up to anything, alright? I'm currently standing next to that creepy abandoned supposedly haunted Church that those weird-ass God worshippers built! That's like a block away from that amazing cake store that you like!"

He started to walk out to ensure that if she was to track his phone, then she could see that he wasn't lying.

"Moxxie and Millie are missing! I know you're behind this shit!"

He gave an offended gasp.

"I am NOT! I am picking up an order of cupcakes for the happy couple as we speak!"

"George, look. I know we don't get along but if this was your plan then just give it up and leave Pride now! Overlord Alastor and Rosie are said to be on the rampage!"

Shit. George cursed.

"I'm not, Micole. Why would I kidnap BOTH Moxxie and his wife? Wouldn't it make sense if I just took Moxxie?"

"George, I'm begging you. You've been acting strange, hiding shit and making plans with that weird imp that I've seen you with. If you had anything to do with this, then I can't help you when you have to face the consequences."

"Geez, Micole. You make it sound so ominous when I'M NOT DOING ANYTHING! I'll call you back once I get your cupcakes."

Micole was silent on the other end for a few seconds.

"You know, despite all the shit you put me through, you're still my brother an I love you. But I can't protect from this."

He rolled his eyes. His fucking sister...

"Yea, yea." He entered the shop, waiting in line so he could grab some shitty baked goods to pass off to everyone at the reception. Anything to try and keep this underwraps. He couldn't afford anyone finding out. "I'm on way back. Don't get your crippled wing in a twist. I'll see ya soon."

Before she could say anything else, he hung up on her. Looks like it was time to change strategies. Alastor was a powerful Overlord. And he couldn't afford to have the Bambi-reject fuck everything up for him. As he purchased the cupcakes he grinned as he came up with a new plan. If it played out as he hoped, then Moxxie will see just how much of a cheating bitch she really was.

He needed to make another stop.

One of best part of being born in Lust, he knew how to charm, no, wrap his prey around his finger. That or get on their good side, just enough to where they own him one. Key point: Tati Hartburn. A Wrathian imp who he'd had a fling with a year back. Nothing really special about her, kind of boring and way too clingy.

Kind of like Millie, George chuckled.

She had left Wrath to find meaning in her life beside punching cattle and farming. Stayed in Lust for a short time to have fun, hence their fling, before finding worth in Pride. Surprisingly enough, she did open her own shop. A jewelry place with, in George's opinion, tacky shit but hey, someone was buying it.

Speaking of which…

"George!" He inwardly winced as Tati's high pitched voice hurt his eardrums and ran up to hug him. "O-M-S! How are ya?! Did ya came all the way over to see little ol' me?"

"Yeah…sure," George said. "Actually I need your help for something."

"Anything!"

"Great! See, a buddy of mine is stuck on this cheating broad and I need to break them up."

"Ya want me to beat her up?" Tati rolled up her sleeves.

"Nah, but I was wondering. Do you mind writing a letter?"

He looked at her again. Hmm, she did look like Millie. At least at a certain angle.

"And taking some pictures? Nothing scandalous, just some pictures with a guy."

"Sure! I got one of my friends from Wrath stopping by in the back. He could help!"

George smiled. "Perfect."

He got an old polaroid camera ready for her and her friend. All he needed to do was take a couple of pictures, send them to Moxxie and everyone in the wedding party and BOOM! Moxxie and Millie's relationship was in shambles! Once these pictures were sent out in a few minutes, then these setbacks would be righted! He chuckled to himself.

"Okay, we're ready!" She told him, coming back with another Wrathian imp.

George looked the guy over. Muscular, a scar over his left eye, several other white scars scattered over his arms, and curled horns. Attractive. Perfect. He flashed a smile, holding up the camera.

"Alright. Just do some poses like you're acting all loving, kissing, that kinda shit."

Tati giggled.

"Can do!"

As they posed, the Lust-Ring Imp made sure to get at the angle that real made it look like she was Millie. After a couple of pictures, he had her write the letter. Making it as raunchy and backstabbing as he could. Several letters dated over the course of the year or so. Once they were finished, he grinned.

"Thanks babe, you're a real doll."

"It was nothing," she said bashfully. "Hey George,since you're here…do you wanna…ya know?"

She pointed upstairs. George though for a second and shrug. What the fuck? One last one for the road.

"Sure. Lead the way."

Tati was quick to grab his arms before turning to her friend.

"Hold down the shop until I get back."

He grunted but said nothing else as the two made their way to the upstairs apartment. If all goes well, Millie would be out of the picture, Moxxie would come crawling back to him, his parent would do nothing about it, and he could satisfyingly say "I told you so" to his sister.

Just one more hour and it'll be over and done with.


We got to it guys! I know, I know, so many of you were right. Moxxie IS Striker's brother! You can all cheer and pat yourselves on the back for how smart you all are!

And George is adding more to his plan! Will it work? Can Striker, Moxxie and Alastor save Millie in time?

Stay tuned and we'll see you in the next chapter!