The pride ring's heavy red embrace makes it know as the top of hell, all Earth born sinners are forced to live here, and all lower forms of demon are forced to work under them. On a lonely street bathed in the red glow, a small dive bar was smashed between to large buildings. With the other buildings growing up and over the dive bar, it sat in their shadow's.
Inside the stools where empty, booths where being cleaned up, each was sitting on opposite sides. A bar sat along the right hand wall for most of the way up to the small stage where a grand piano sat. The music carried with it a heavy heart to the few blacked out patrons littering around, the hand moved with grace and elegance over the keys in slow manner.
The bar tender, a Earth born sinner who sported curly horns and red skin with round head sat behind the bar, he mopped the bar top and looked over at the piniest. He looked back down to clean up the stain riddled bar.
As the music kept going the performer kept their eyes shut, allowing them to escape outer reality, only to be brought crashing down by one word.
"Moxxie." called the bar tender.
His yellow eyes burst open and his split pupils shrunk, before growing in the slim light of the bar. He pulled his hands away and kept them in his lab as he spun around to face his current employer.
"You can take off now." he said swinging a rag over his back.
"But it's the middle of the day." protested Moxxie.
"Well, business ain't, exactly booming, now is it?"
"I guess not." sighed Moxxie.
"Well then there you go."
He slid of the stool and looked up at the much taller bar, everything around him was not sized to an Imp. "Does this mean I'm not getting paid?"
"Yes."
"Oh." he said as he come to realise what life he know lived.
"Oh and, don't bother coming back tomorrow."
Moxxie sighed as he walked out in to the street and looked up, fighting had engulfed the streets all around him.
Side stepping a brawl Moxxie looked up to the sky "What can an Imp like me, who was brought up in higher class of society do?"
In a room of large manor house a young white bird demon girl sat on chair crossed legs in white gown as she looked over at the small Imp sitting across form her.
"Um, madam." Stuttered the Imp "I would be honoured to serve your family, and would be a great asset going forward, seeing as your due to marry royalty."
The demon girl gave of a angry snarl.
Out side the imp was tossed though a window as he landed in the street, looking out of the window at a far distance was the demon Girl.
"Stella was that you." called a voice.
"Yes, father my interviewee was just leaving." she replied, before snapping back to anger.
Marching back in to room where she had started she was surround by pink fluffy décor that coated the top of the room.
"I never asked to have private servant, no." she started to complain, "But as soon as I turned sixteen, oh I have to be protected to secure an are, and I'm not even married yet." she fumed.
A rapping came form the door, and she craned her neck to look over towards it.
Out side Moxxie stood at the top of small set of stairs out side the manor house holding a advertisement in his hand.
Looking over it again, he looked up at the house. "Do I have the right address?" he questioned.
The door swung open violently, Stella stood fuming. Moxxie was uneasy as he bent backwards cowering, gripping the paper stronger creasing it up in his hands.
"Yes, can I help you." grunted Stella.
"Um, yes." said Moxxie cleaning his throat. He stood up to attention "I was wondering if the opening was still available."
"What?" asked Stella taken aback.
"I found this." said Moxxie offering up the advertisement.
Snapping form him hands Stella read over it and backed up to stand inside the house, Moxxie watched leaning in to see what was going on.
"Andrealphus!" she shouted "Did you put out flyers."
A snarky reply followed "Well, father would not stop until he gets his way in to the . So just be a good little sister and pick an Imp servant, like the rest of us.
Stella began to rage and turned back to Moxxie who was caught snooping and yanked in to the house, door slamming behind him.
Forced on the seat Moxxie seemed confused looking around at the room, as Stella sat down.
"So Imp." she said, saying the very word with an essence of disgust. "Why should I hire you."
"Well." started Moxxie "Unlike most Wrath Imps, I'm in fact proficient in weapons."
Stella seemed disinterested as she taped her fingers on her crossed arms.
"I grew up in higher class house hold, so I'm well versed in the etiquette and running of a daily life of demon such as yourself."
Stella still seemed to show no interest,
"Well, it may also be know that… "
"Enough." said Stella cutting him off. "Can you shot a gun?"
"What type?"
Stella just eyed him up.
"Yes."
"Good enough, will you do what I say, and stay out of my way."
"Of course."
"Good your hired." she said getting up in mood.
"Wait." called Moxxie. He tried to follow her but fell on his face as he left the chair.
Stella moved though a set of doors in to a room, Moxxie followed and the doors smack him in the face.
Pushing though he started to talk "Um, what I am I…" He was stopped by smart blue suit being shoved in face.
"Here put this on, it was my brothers."
Moxxie looked at it to see feathers still stuck to the inside of the suit.
"Come on then." insisted Stella. "Put it on"
"What now, here?" panicked Moxxie.
"Yes."
"In front of you."
"Yes, we can't have you going around in that tattered thing."
Moxxie looked at his current out fit, his suit had gone though many repairs in the mouths since he left home, leaving it cut stained and coated in stitches.
"Now hurry up." she said truing her back.
"Since, you offered my the basic curtsey of turning your back, I will do the same."
"Oh, your not going to be any where near me when I'm getting dressed." she insisted.
Moxxie turned around and started to put on the suit, removing his old one first.
Moxxie stood in smart navy jacket topped with golden shoulder epaulettes, and matching buttons with smart black trousers. The sound of chatter and banter floated around his as he stood in large ballroom, many of bird like daemons where scattered around as they moved around drinking and laughing. Sighing briefly Moxxie pulled out a golden revolver concealed in his jacket, flinging the barrel open he checked and counter the six bullets before flinging it closed locking it in place and put it back. Soon enough he stood back to attention as figure loomed over him forcing him to stand to attention.
Their white feathers, turquoise eyes and beak periwinkle hair made him stand out more then his bright blue fur coat and a long white dress.
"Can I help you, Andrealphus sir?" asked a disgruntled Moxxie.
"Yes." he smirked "Seeing as your in deed my sister's body guard, do you mind telling me where she is?"
"Well." Started Moxxie.
"As she should be the party." smiled Andrealphus interrupting him.
Moxxie kept a stiff upper lip.
"And shouldn't you be guarding her as it is your duty is it not."
"Well." started Moxxie pausing to see if he was going to be interrupted, again.
Andrealphus only smiled back. "Well." said Moxxie again "M'lady has asked me to wait her, as per her instructions."
Andrealphus was about to speak up but shut down by Moxxie carrying on in a more threatening tone of voice.
"And as her private servant, not her body guard. I am requested to do as she, her self commands." he finished acting all prim and proper, with hateful undertones. "Besides." he continued in a more docile tone "She has asked me to stay a least one hundred feet away form her when getting dressed, you know after the curtain incident."
Andrealphus smiled as he let out a single laugh "I'd say that's fine, but our father wants her out here, now. And by mater of fact his authority out ranks that of Stella's." he said leaning down to face Moxxie one to one. "Understand, little Imp."
"Yes sire." grunted Moxxie, as he turned and left.
Andrealphus watched Moxxie leave as he stood himself back up, and after Moxxie was gone form view he returned to the party.
In her bed room Stella had cut of bed and most of the room off with a curtain running diagonally form one corner to another. Her silhouette moved with grace as she seemed to dance around the room, when it fact behind the very curtain she was flailing around trying to apply a pink dress with golden trim. But try as she might it was not going on leaving her naked body strewn across the bed.
"Why isn't this working." she complained smacking a fist down on the bed.
The the sound of someone entering her chambers made her jump up.
Moxxie creped in keeping his head down and off to the side, trying to avoid seeing her feathery breasts.
"Who's there?" asked Stella calling out.
"Me, m'lady." said Moxxie "Are you decant?"
"Urg, what do you think." she snapped back.
Moxxie took step back "Your presence has been requested at the party."
"And who told you that?" Asked Stella as she began to slip in to the dress.
"Well your brother, said your father wants you down at the party, and as your body guard."
"YOU, ARE NOT, my body guard." Insisted Stella applying more of her dress. "Father may have allowed you to carry that gun, but you are my servant. And mine alone, do you understand."
"Yes." replied Moxxie "But your father out ranks you, so."
The curtain was snapped back as Stella stood in her pink dress and seemed rather angry, Moxxie began to back up as Stella leaned in and stepped towards Moxxie.
"You are my servant, so my word is law, and no one else can tell you others wise do you understand." she said holding up her hand to enforce it with violence.
"Under stood." said Moxxie, taking on a more serious but departed manner and tone.
"Good." grunted Stella as she strode past him.
Moxxie watched her leave before following after her to be by her side.
As they made their way towards the party they came down towards a hall, passing a small table with a few family photo's on them, showing the family dynamic. When a bullet whizzed though the air and hit on the framed pitchers, Stella swung her around and Moxxie jumped up on the table then jumped on to Stella pulling her down to the floor. Coming down Moxxie pulled them under the table as much as it would cover them.
"What's going on." panicked a shaken Stella.
"Someone tried to shoot you." said Moxxie. He scanned around and saw the bullet hole in the near by window. "They missed their primary shot, if they're smart, they would flee."
"And if they're not?"
"Try a different method."
Then the slamming of the front door caught their attention, as a short Imp stood in the door way holding a silver infused sniper rifle. Moxxie burst out of the table pulling his six shooter as the imp tried to line up his next shot, Moxxie fired and the imp was caught in the arm miss firing. As the Imp tried to reload Moxxie lined up his next shot and hit him right between the eyes. Stella got up as she looked at Moxxie who pocketed the gun as a the party came out to see the commotion.