In a warehouse somewhere on Earth, a portal to Hell opens. Out of it comes Blitz, Millie, Moxxie, and Octavia. A target brings them to this warehouse, which was filled with storage containers on top of each other. Perfect for an assassin to hide behind as he scouted the area, which is exactly what Blitz did.

"So, remind me who our client is?" Moxxie asked. He was in the office all day today, and no one came into the office to hire their services.

"I don't know," Blitz replied.

"You don't know?" Moxxie said with concern.

"I got a text from some number. Thought it was spam at first but then I actually looked at it and it said they wanted to hire us."

"And this isn't suspicious at all to you?"

"Of course it is. But the person is paying us to do a job. If they fuck with us, we'll fuck them back. Until then, let's focus on killing our target."

The crew split up as they looked around the warehouse for said target, peeking around corners to make sure no one spotted them. Millie and Moxxie were scouting together when she noticed her husband looking worried as he browsed his phone. "What's wrong sweetie?" She asked him.

"It's just that Diana should've sent us a picture of Jessie or Amanda right about now. But so far I haven't gotten anything. She also hasn't responded to any of my texts."

"Maybe her phone's dead?"

"You're probably right, but I can't help but shake the feeling that-"

"Found him!" Blitz texted everyone, making them regroup to him looking at a man sitting in a chair in the open. He was wearing a blue cap along with a blue jumpsuit. Blitz pulled out his phone to confirm that this is indeed the target that their client wanted dead. He couldn't quite make out his face, but the clothes he wore were the exact same as the picture the client sent to him.

Blitz charged at the target, knocking him off of his chair and getting on top of him. To his surprise, this wasn't a man, but a dummy. "What the fuck?" Blitz said in confusion as he got off the wooden man.

"I knew it was a trap," Moxxie said.

The crew was now on high alert. Whoever set up this trap was nearby, so they got back to back and pulled out their weapons. As they looked around Blitz swore he saw the glint of something on the other side of the warehouse. He squinted his eyes as he looked in that direction again. The glare came back, the glare of what looked like a sniper rifle.

Millie was in a clear line of sight for this sniper, so he pushed her out of the way. The sniper fired, putting a bullet through the back of Blitz's left shoulder. The feeling of a bullet usually hurts for imps, but for some reason, this one felt extremely painful.

"Blitz!" Millie shouted as he fell to the ground. Moxxie shot his two pistols in the direction of the sniper fire. Even if he didn't hit them, he could at least scare them off into repositioning elsewhere. After he was sure they were safe for now, he joined Millie and Octavia in looking over Blitz to see if he was ok. He was still breathing, which was a good sign, but the state of his wound caught Moxxie's attention.

"Something's wrong." He said, "That wound should be healing right now." Imps had extraordinary regenerative abilities. They can quickly heal from a bullet wound or a cut. They weren't Wolverine, but they could survive a few stabs or gunshots. But this wound wasn't healing, almost as if his abilities were negated. There's only one kind of weapon that could do that to an imp… a blessed-tipped weapon.

The sound of footsteps took everyone's attention off Blitz toward where those steps were coming from, which was the same direction the sniper fire came from. A figure walked out, slowly revealing itself. Millie and Moxxie gasped in shock as they saw who it was. The same person who not only embarrassed Moxxie in Wrath, but almost killed him there too.

Striker

"Long time no see, little one," he said with his shit-eating grin. "You as well, Mildred."

"Wait, you know this guy?" Octavia said as she began bandaging Blitz up.

"Oh, we know him alright," Millie said as she pulled out her battleaxe while Moxxie pointed his guns at him.

"Why are you here?" Moxxie asked, "Stolas isn't with us."

"Oh, I don't give a shit about him for now. My client couldn't afford me anymore. No, I'm here for you two." He pointed at Millie and Moxxie, which made them confused. "Here, 'was told to give you this." Striker threw a phone at Moxxie, which he was able to catch. He almost couldn't believe what he saw on it: A live video feed of Smithson, his very own father.

"Hello, Moxxie," he said in a disapproving tone, sitting on a chair in front of a gray wall.

"Dad!?" Moxxie said in disbelief.

"Oh, don't be so surprised. I told you I would not let my grandchildren suffer the same fate as you." Moxxie's family had disapproved of his job and his marriage to a lowborn wrath imp. When they found out that Millie was pregnant, they gave him an ultimatum: divorce her and quit his job or be disowned by the family. To no one's surprise, he chose the latter.

"So what?" Moxxie said, "You're just going to kill me!?"

"You and your wife. I can't have you influence the future heirs of Smithson Industries. Rest assured, they are safe within the care of your mother." That sentence made Moxxie's eyes widen in anger.

"What the fuck did he just say!?" Millie shouted in fury.

"You must have connection problems. Let me make myself clear: we have your children. Your babysitter, Mrs. Mayberry I think her name was, put up quite a fight. But your brother Primer was able to put her out of her misery. Let's hope she resurrects far away from here."

Millie was fuming, "If you do anything to our kids-"

"Unfortunately, you won't get the chance to do anything. Striker has killed far more powerful targets than you. You would have learned a lot from him if you had accepted my offer, my boy."

To say Moxxie was upset would be an understatement, "Fuck you, you pube-faced, snotty motherfucker!"

Smithson remained unfazed by the insults. "Need I remind you that none of this had to happen if you had simply done what I said? I wanted to call you not only to say goodbye but also to tell you this: as you are choking on your own blood, remember that all of this was YOUR fault. Goodbye, Moxxie."

Smithson's video feed ended. As soon as it did Moxxie threw the phone with all his might at Striker, who simply caught it. "Not the biggest fan of Smithson." Striker said, "He represents everything I hate about our kind, sucking up to the demons who hate us. But he pays the bills, so I can't complain much."

He then gave an even bigger grin, "Y'know, I'm thinkin' that after I kill all of y'all, I'll go back and kill that asshole before I take your kids for myself. Imagine: me raising and training future killers." What he said was making Moxxie and Millie just as angry as Smithson did, "Who knows, maybe I'll start a business, make my own I.M.P! But instead of killing humans, we kill all the royals and demons who people say can't be killed."

"I won't let you, or anyone else touch our children!" Moxxie unloaded his pistols at him, but Striker jumped into the air and dodged all of his bullets. As he was in midair he pulled out his rope dart and threw it at Moxxie, impaling him in the chest. Millie charged at Striker, trying to get him to let go of the rope. But instead, he pulled on it, causing Moxxie to fall face first on the ground. He then pulled out his knife and blocked the attack from Millie's axe.

As their weapons clashed, Striker could see the rage in her eyes. It's funny to him how easily she could lose her cool for someone as pathetic as Moxxie. He decided to play with her a bit. "Y'know, I think I remember your Ma and Pa saying that I would've been a better husband for you than that sad excuse for an imp. And I couldn't agree more." This wasn't true, of course. Millie's parents may not have approved of Moxxie at the time, but they respected their daughter's decision. But it didn't matter, he had gotten her riled up even more, which was all that mattered to him.

Millie pulled her axe back for another attack at him, but as she swung Striker dogged it, letting go of his rope dart. "I wouldn't marry you even if you were the only other imp in Hell!" Millie shouted as she swung her axe at him, with Striker dodging every attack. As she went for an overhead slash, he swerved behind her faster than she could see.

"The feeling's mutual." He said before stabbing her in the back, causing her to drop her weapon. After getting over the pain, she turned around and tried to punch him, but Striker grabbed her by the wrist before kicking her in the stomach. Millie fell to the ground, and soon after Striker put his knife to her throat. Just then, a gunshot went off, and a bullet whizzed by him. Looking to where he heard the gunfire, he saw Moxxie trying to shoot him, the blade of the rope dart pulled out of his chest.

Because of his injuries, Moxxie couldn't get a steady shot, but he did his best to stop him from killing his wife. He continued to shoot, Striker dodging all of them before throwing a knife into the shoulder of his gun hand, causing him to drop the pistol. Striker came over to Moxxie and ripped the knife off of him before putting it to his neck.

"I hope you're watching this, darlin'!" He said to Millie, "'Cause I'm about to end your hubby's life!"

Millie got up as fast as she could in the hopes to stop him from killing Moxxie, but Striker was already in the process of slitting his throat. By the time she would get there it would've already been too late. Thankfully, Octavia came and grabbed Striker from behind, pulling him off of Moxxie.

Striker got his left arm loose from her grip and elbowed her in the stomach before throwing her over his shoulder and on the ground. Getting a good look at her, he recognized this girl as the daughter of Stolas. This kill was the closest he'll get to killing him for now. As he raised his knife to stab her, she let out a loud screech that caused Striker to get disoriented as he covered his ears.

Octavia took the opportunity while he was in his current state to get up and run towards Moxxie, who was next to Millie checking on her wounds. "Go!" She shouted, "Find someplace to hide while you fix your wounds!"

"But what about you!" Millie said with concern.

"This guy's mine. Don't worry, I'm not a rookie anymore." The couple didn't want to leave her alone with Striker, but there wasn't anything they could do in their current state. Their best chance was to hide and pray to Satan that they healed quick enough to get back into the fight before he killed anyone.

Millie and Moxxie nodded at her before retreating. Octavia then looked at Striker with her karambits out. During her time at I.M.P, she had awakened her Ars Goetia powers, which were the power to disappear into the shadows, enhanced reflexes, and seeing the vital organs of her target. At first, this was involuntary, only activating when she or someone she cared about was in danger. But with training and experience, she could now control these powers.

Striker pulled out his pistol and shot at her, but she sideswiped all his bullets and vanished before his very eyes. As he looked around trying to find her, he saw a purple blur that whizzed by and slashed his rib, causing him to shout in pain. Another blur came by shortly after and cut his arm, and again at his face.

"This girl is stronger than I thought." Striker said to himself. There was something about this situation that was familiar to him though. Just then, he remembered one job he had in the past. In the jungles of Sloth, there was a creature called Umbra Interfectorem, or Umbra for short. It was a leopard-like creature that could kill anyone without being fully seen. All the demons who survived it said that all they saw was a blur. The next thing they knew, their friends were dead.

Umbra was hunting guests at one resort there, so they hired Striker to kill it. Many had tried before and failed, so he was excited to do what others couldn't. But as he entered its territory he was greeted by blurs that gave him cuts all over, much like what Octavia is doing now. He could've sworn he was going to die by getting cut to death.

But then he had an idea. If he couldn't see Umbra, he would just have to hear its footsteps. So he closed his eyes and focused on hearing the creature. Thanks to that, he could hear Umbra run up to him for another strike, which he prevented by stabbing it mid-lunge, killing it instantly. If it could work for Umbra, it could work for Octavia.

So he repeated the technique he used in Sloth and listened carefully for Octavia. Sounds of running footsteps could be heard behind him, so without hesitation, he grabbed his knife and made one horizontal slash toward that area. He gave his signature grin as he saw the fruit of his labor: Octavia's waist cut and dripping blood.

She dropped her weapons to cover up the wound, but Striker grabbed her by the throat and slammed her against the nearby container. Octavia then summoned a little purple flame on her index finger and jammed it into his cheek. She was only a novice when it came to flame conjuring, but that tiny flame has helped her get out of the grapple of many a goon. But to her surprise, Striker didn't react at all to the attack. That's when she horribly realized what she had forgotten in the moment.

"What?" he said with a giggle, "Did you forget that fire doesn't do shit to imps? All your doing is tickling me." Before he could do anything else, he felt something hit him in the back. Turning around, he not only saw a knife on the ground, but Blitz trying his best to stand up straight despite the horrible wound.

It looked like Blitz threw a knife at him, but the butt end of it hit him instead of the sharp one. "Get… the fuck… away… from my daughter," Blitz said, sounding out of breath.

"Your daughter?" Striker said before looking back at Octavia being choked out by him. "Oh, that's right. You married that royal who treated you like a toy." His grin disappeared as he let go of her, but not before punching her in the face, causing her to fall back against the container.

"I'm disappointed in you, Blitz." Striker said as he turned towards him. "I thought you and I were superior to our kind. But you're just like the rest of them: weak and pathetic. You're even worse than Smithson. At least he knows what it takes to get what you want. "

"Don't… talk to me… like you… know me," Blitz said as he slowly approached Striker. He might have sounded tough, but his vision faded in and out and it took all he could to even move his legs. Eventually, he came up to Striker and tried to punch him in the chest, but it was so weak that it felt more like a tap than a punch.

Striker, unperturbed by the attack, responded by kicking him in the chest, making Blitz fall back down. He tried with all his might to get back up, but he just couldn't. To add insult to injury, Striker pulled out his revolver and shot him twice in the stomach, causing Blitz to scream in pain. Now he was completely at the mercy of Striker.

He simply kneeled down next to the bleeding imp. "You're not worth the quick death. I'm just gonna leave you here to bleed out like the piece of trash you are." He said before spitting in his face. After he rose back up, Striker looked around for Millie and Moxxie, realizing that they were gone. "Enough games. Time to focus on the demons I'm actually hired to kill."

Striker wandered around the warehouse trying to find his two targets. Meanwhile, Millie and Moxxie were hiding behind one container far away from him, healing from their wounds by applying some bandages and snapping some bones back into place. They were combat-ready, but now that Striker was looking for them, Millie did something she never did: panic.

"I tried so hard to hit him, but he dodged 'em like it was nothing," Millie said, breathing heavily with tears flowing down her cheeks. "And Octavia and Blitz are probably dead because of us. Oh Satan, there's no way we can take him on! We're gonna die, and I'm never gonna see Jessie or Amanda again! I'm sorry for causing so much trouble for you, Moxxie! I just wanted to have a family with you!"

"Millie, listen to me!" Moxxie said as he put his hand on her cheek. "None of this is our fault! You shouldn't be ashamed of having a family with someone you love. The only person to blame for all of this is my piece-of-shit family. Now, I know Striker is dangerous, but remember that whether it's raising our children or handling family issues, we can do it if we work together."

Millie nodded with a smile at the encouragement given by her husband. He then kissed her on the lips, which brought all her confidence back. After he was done, he thought up a plan to take out their assassin. He remembered the blessed-tipped carbine that is currently strapped onto Striker's back, which gave him an idea. "Ok, I have a plan." He said to Millie.

A short time later, Striker, still searching for the couple, started to get annoyed. "Where the hell are you, little one!?" He shouted.

"I'm right here!" He heard Moxxie say as he turned to him, standing in between two containers.

"Well, well, well…" Striker said with his grin back on as he approached him. "You must really wanna die if you're revealing yourself like this."

"I'm not the one that's going to die today, you are."

Striker laughed, "You think you can kill me? You couldn't even keep up with me at the Pain Games, what makes you think you can do anything to me right now?"

"We just weren't playing the right games." Moxxie swept away the side of his jacket, revealing a pistol holstered in his belt. Striker understood where he was going with this: A Mexican Standoff.

The two stared at each with careful observation as they hovered their hands over their pistols, waiting to see anything that would give them a hint that the other was going to draw first. Sweat flowed from Moxxie's forehead as he was expecting a tumbleweed or something to fly by and distract him. Meanwhile, Striker remained calm, still having that shit-eating grin on his face.

Little did the cowboy know Millie was on top of the container above him. Moxxie gave a quick glance at her, to which she responded with a thumbs up.

"Now!" Moxxie shouted. Before Striker knew it, Millie jumped onto him and ripped the blessed-tipped carbine from his back. Striker turned away from his opponent to get the rifle back from her, which made Moxxie the one grinning in this situation, as Striker had reacted just as he thought he would. He quickly pulled out his pistol and shot at Striker's back, causing him to scream as he put his hand on the bullet wound. Millie then aimed for his chest and pulled the trigger of the carbine, the blessed-tipped bullet going right through him.

Striker, as he was slowly getting fatigued from his fresh wound, realized that he was massively fucked. But Satan damn him if he wasn't going to do anything about it. So he tried to run away from them, but Millie was able to catch up and cut his right ab. He tried to shoot at her, but she slammed the top part of her axe down and used it as cover. Moxxie came in from behind her and shot three bullets into his chest.

No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't hit any of them. Any attempt to hurt them was met with more injuries on him. Eventually, he got desperate and threw another rope dart he had at Millie, but she grabbed it in midair, pulled it out of his grip, and wrapped the rope around his neck, strangling him. He tried to break free from the rope, but any attempt to do so was met with a stronger pull from Millie.

As he fell on his knees, he saw Moxxie walk toward him with the exact same shit-eating grin that Striker gave him before putting the muzzle of his pistol against the underside of his chin. It was then that Striker realized what he was dealing with. All this time he thought he was the strongest imp there was, with Blitz being his equal. But these two little imps, while nothing to him on their own, were something else entirely when they were together.

He accepted that these two were not only superior to most imps but superior to even him. Umbra wouldn't have stood a chance against them.

"Who's the little one now?" Moxxie said before pulling the trigger. A fountain of blood spurted out from what was Striker's head as his body fell to the floor.

The two imps took a deep breath, relieved at Striker's death, before embracing each other in a hug despite being covered in blood. A wounded Octavia coming in with one arm on her waist and another on her head broke them out of it.

"Octavia!" Millie shouted with relief as she went over and hugged her.

"OW OW WOUND!" She shouted.

"Oh sorry, got excited," Millie said as she let go of her.

"How are you doing?" Moxxie asked.

"Well, aside from my stomach turning into a bloody waterfall and getting hit in the head with what felt like a meteor, I'm doing pretty good."

"I'm still here, you assholes!" Blitz shouted, still on the ground and still in pain. Millie and Moxxie ran up to him, checking to see the damage done to him. He was still alive, but the new wounds given to him were getting pretty bad. They had to take him to a doctor, and they knew exactly what doctor to go to.

The couple carried Blitz by each of his arms. While Moxxie called Loona to get them back to Hell, Blitz spoke to Millie. "Fuck you and Moxxie for killing Striker." He said.

"What do ya mean?" Millie said, taken aback.

"He was supposed to be my rival, but you guys had to go and kill him before I could."

"We didn't have a choice, Blitz. He was trying to kill us."

"Yeah, I know. But still… fuck you." He said before coughing. The portal soon opened, and the crew went back into Hell.


Millie, Moxxie, and Loona sat in the main room of the clinic of Witch Doctor Martha, apprehensively waiting for her to finish patching up Blitz and Octavia. There were so many things going through Moxxie's head right now, mainly the fact that they left Striker's body and the carbine up on earth. He would have to deal with those two later though, right now there were more important things to do in Hell, like making sure his coworkers are alive.

As if Satan had answered their prayer, Martha came out of the room next to them. "How are Dad and Octavia?" said a concerned Loona.

"I too would like to know!" A voice from the entrance said. Everyone looked in the voice's direction and saw Stolas walking toward Martha with a worried look on his face. "Please tell me that Blitzy and Via are ok!"

"Don't worry, they'll live," Martha said. "Octavia got some pretty bad cuts and bruises, but nothing that stitches, an ice pack, and my special medicine blends can't fix. As for Blitz, he's lucky to be alive. Blessed-tipped weapons are no joke, if you'd brought him here any later he would've bled out."

Moxxie made a sigh of relief as Millie put a hand on his shoulder. "They're alive, that's all that matters." She said to him with a smile.

"You're right, but it's not over yet." Moxxie pulled out his phone before dialing his father's number and putting it on speaker.

"You have a dark sense of humor, Striker." Smithson said, "Using my son's phone to call me and confirm they're dead."

"I'm afraid Striker is no longer available right now," Moxxie said, shocking Smithson.

"M-Moxxie? You're alive?"

"Not just him you scumbag!" said Millie.

"B-but how did you-"

"You see, that's the problem, dad. All my life you underestimated me, but with the help of my wife we were able to take down your assassin."

"Now there's nothin' stopping us from taking back our kids from your cold dead hands," Millie said with a sinister grin on her face.

"Millie, Moxxie, do not do anything you will regret."

"Oh, we don't regret anything, even for what we're about to do. We're coming for not only our children but for you. Nobody fucks with our family and gets away with it. Goodbye, Dad." Moxxie hung up.

"Your father is Smithson, correct?" Stolas asked, to which Moxxie responded with a nod. "I know where his building is, I'll drive."