Chapter 2

When Blitzo and the others returned home, they parked in the garage and stepped out of the van. Blitzo pressed a button in the garage to close the garage door before he and the others headed outside and into the house.

They went inside the house, with Kore turning on the light.

It was quiet. Not a sound of a static TV, the slinging of a pistol, or even Striker talking to someone on the phone. So far, it looked like no one seemed to bother them, not even Striker.

So Blitzo went inside his room to see there was no sign of him, except for a bag he'd packed. Then what shocked him the most was something on the wooden floor. He found Striker's usual attire on the floor. What could this mean? He took his phone in his pocket to call Stolas to find out.

Inside the mansion, a phone rang so loudly that the Goetia prince, who was reading a book, heard it on earshot. Putting down the book, Stolas went over to answer it.

He picked up the phone with a smile, "Hello, Blitzy."

"Stolas, why are Striker's clothes on the floor?" Blitzo asked nervously.

"Well, I…I turned him into a beast."

Blitzo gasped. "And let me guess: he's running wild? With no clothes on?"

"Probably so. I turned him into a bear as punishment for trying to kill me and his nastiness towards you, his wives, and kids."

"Good because he acted like one earlier, anyway."

"That's why I gave him what he deserved. Unless he stopped killing overlords that didn't deserve to be killed, then he shall forever remain a beast."

In the kitchen, Kaitlin sat in a bar stool and started to sip her glass of red wine.

"Hey, Kaitlin," a female imp with short hair said as she walked into the kitchen.

Kaitlin recognized the voice. "Oh, hey Kore," she replied, facing her, "Did you come here for some wine?"

"Actually, yes."

Kaitlin smiled as she poured Kore a glass and handed it to her. Kore sat next to her.

Kaitlin sipped her wine and set the glass down. "Ah, think about how great it would be to see Striker out of our lives. No more lectures from him. No more of him telling us what to do. No more phone calls on killing jobs. No more leaving our kids behind on dangerous missions because that can get irritating and he could be hard on the kids without knowing it. However, we take good care of the kids as long as they don't get killed because of us. Besides, even if we leave them behind, Loona doesn't always do a good job watching them and people could kidnap the kids while we're gone. That's why they tag along, whether he likes it or not as long as they stay close to us. No more blaming us for things that aren't our faults. No more hiding the truth from us. Besides, our kids aren't super little anymore. When they become teenagers, he'd better watch out." Kaitlin sipped her wine before setting it down.

"Yeah, I agree," Kore said, "I get he didn't want to lose us, but he needed to let us be independent and help him whenever he needed it. I guess he didn't want that, which wasn't our fault." Kore sipped her wine. "Plus, I think Blitz would've threatened to destroy Striker's blessed weapons and break his guitar if he didn't agree to bring our kids to certain missions, especially if Striker could get hurt if he's not careful."

"Exactly. Not to mention, he didn't appreciate anything Blitz and Moxxie do to help our children. Instead, he takes them for granted. I mean, he can now live alone for the rest of his life. He should be considered lucky to have us, but he threw it away like garbage."

Kore nodded. "That he did." Kore set down her glass.

"It makes my day telling off his sorry ass."

"Mine, too."

"He didn't deserve to be a parent or a husband. If he really thought we were in his way, then we should've ended up with Blitz and the gang, instead of him."

"Right. They'd never treat us the way he did."

"He failed friendship and family."

"Hey, girls, I don't mean to be a bother, but can I join you?" a female imp asked.

"Oh, no, Millie, you're no bother," Kaitlin assured her, "Come join us."

Millie sat with them. Then another female imp came and Millie said she could sit with them. Then another and soon there was a drinking party for female imps.

"Hey, can I join you guys?" a female hellhound asked.

"Of course, Loona," Kore replied and Loona sat down next to the female imps.

Blitzo watched the females in the kitchen drinking wine and looked at Moxxie. "Well, Mox, it's just you and me."

"Yep and the kids," Moxxie told him.

"Hey, kids, do you want lemonade?" Blitzo offered.

"Sure, Blitz," Maria, Jake, Seth, and Adeline replied.

Blitzo went into the kitchen to pour four glasses of lemonade and he grabbed two to give to each kid once he poured the glasses and Moxxie grabbed two to two more kids. Then the children left the kitchen with their drinks.

"We got rid of them, didn't we?" Blitzo asked Moxxie, "Now, we can drink."

"Of course," Moxxie agreed as he and Blitzo started on their way to the kitchen.

The two male imps sat down on the bar stools.

"Kate, can I get two glasses? One for me and the other for Moxxie?" Blitzo asked.

Kaitlin shrugged. "Sure." She poured two glasses of red wine and slid the glasses over to them.

Moxxie was the first one to sip his wine. "I gotta tell you, Blitz. We need to find another gunslinger, who is at least good with kids. It's good for business."

"My thoughts exactly, Mox."

After a few sips, Moxxie started to feel slightly buzzed. "Fuck Striker!" He tossed his wine glass on the ground, laughing hysterically.

Millie looked frantically at her drunk husband. "Oh, he's losing it!"

"Big time," Kore said.

Kaitlin looked at Moxxie with worry. "I'll…uh…get him some water," she stuttered and went to the kitchen sink to pour a glass of cool water for her friend. She set the glass down in front of Moxxie. "Here you go, bud."

Millie let out a sigh of relief.

Later, Blitzo tapped a glass with a fork, getting Striker's wives' and childrens' and his company's attention. The kids ran into the kitchen, upon hearing the loud tapping on the wine glass. "Attention, everyone." And everyone was silent. "Stolas has turned Striker into a bear and we don't know where Striker is, but we'll have to close the curtains, lock the doors and windows. He could be coming back here for revenge or maybe his beast form would make him come to his senses that not all overlords are abusive and toxic."

"What about the van?" Seth asked.

"I got it in the garage, so we're good."

Striker's wives and kids started locking the doors, windows, shutting the curtains, and kept their house secure as best as they could.