Hey everyone!
It's time for another chapter!
Cynical and I have been working really hard on this one. As we do on every chapter. We know that they take a while as we both have work, real life issues and such. We have seen the new episode! And the redesign of the V's! So don't worry! Those changes will be added in!
We're both as hyped as we got the teaser trailer of when Hazbin Hotel will be out! So yay for that!
We're really proud on how this all turned out!
So enjoy the chapter!
Chapter 41: Operation: Rescue M&M!
The drive to the warehouses was nerve-wracking. They had no idea what George and Striker could've done to Moxxie and Millie. Added to the fact that the entire roads leading up to the place was deserted yet still took forever to get there didn't help with the tension. There was some hope that the two of them managed to escape, but even then they couldn't guarantee that.
Especially with Striker involved.
Blitzo made sure to rein in his temper as he drove. If that snake bastard hurt them in anyway, he'd ripped off his stupid rattling tail and shove it down his stupid, yet oddly attractive, mouth! But that wasn't important right now!
Saving M&M was!
Loona was slightly hanging out the window, making sure to keep track of their scents. It was hard given the speed and the unfortunate bug, but it was a sacrifice she had to make. Plus, she was still torn up thanks to George so it really wouldn't matter if she got a little wind in her hair.
"How close are we, sweetie?"
The Hellhound sniffed the air again.
"We're getting close. I can smell the Radio Demon and Moxxie and…" Her eyes got large. "Strawberry lotion."
"Strawberry lotion? Millie hates strawberries."
"Striker. Striker is the one wearing the Strawberry lotion. I thought it was Sally May or Verosika at the hotel, but no. It's him."
He just stared at her.
"What? Loonie, I'm not understanding."
She gave an irritated sigh.
"Okay look. When we were visiting Millie's family, I smelled the Strawberry Lotion there. But I brushed it off as being her mom or sister. Then we came to the hotel, and I smelled it again when George, Verosika, Striker and Fizzarolli were having the creepy meeting. I thought it was Verosika then. But now I'm scenting it again, and the only person in the same place, along with that strawberry scent…"
"Striker's the one wearing the lotion! That's amazing and fuckin' hilarious!" Was this a game changer! He grinned, standing up slightly to point out the window. "Alright sweetie! Follow the Strawberry lotion-wearing cowboy! We'll get the jump on Geronimo before he can do any shit to Moxxie and Millie!"
"You mean George?" Loona corrected.
"Who cares? Just another target practice after we get rid of cowboy-Mcgee," Blitzo joked as he pulled out his pistol.
As the two were driving, they heard loud honking coming from behind. A speeding pickup truck was coming up behind them and trying to pass. Unfortunately, the road was too narrow to pass so the truck was trying to push them to move faster or pull off on the side. Blitzo responded by giving the vehicle the bird.
In kind, the truck rammed them from behind.
"Motherfu-! I'm about to pull over just to beat their asses!" Blitzo yelled.
"Ignore them! The roads are about to part so they can pass by!" Loona growled.
"But Loonie…" Blitzo whined. "Just one shot."
Once the road began to part, the truck was quick to head to the second road, speeding up with the intention of passing the IMP van. But Blitzo wasn't about to let it pass without a few bullets in the doors, windows and maybe the driver's head. Do you know how much money it was going to cost to fix his bumper?!
But just as he was aiming his shot, the driver and the passenger in the other car turned to them.
It was Sallie May and Butch.
"..."
"..."
"...hey. Sorry about the bumper."
"You're paying for that!"
"Yeah we figured."
"So you snuck out to find Millie and Moxxie?" asked Sallie.
"Like hell would we let those two break up M&M! I.M.P is a family and we look out for each other! And I want to kick Striker's and George's ass for all the shit that they pulled!"
"Can't argue with that."
Loona sniffed the area again.
"We're getting closer! We're almost to them!"
"We'll follow you behind so that way your Hellhou-" Butch began.
"Daughter!"
"...Right. So that your daughter can follow their scents."
Without another word, he de-accelerated, pulling back behind the imp and hellhound father-daughter duo. Moxxie and Millie, rescue was on the way! Thankfully, the trip only lasted a couple more miles until they reached the entrance to the warehouse district. The two pairs jumped out of their respective cars and started towards it, Loona taking the lead. Her nose curled in disgust.
"Ugh, gross."
"What?! What is it, honey? Is something wrong?!" Blitzo cried in concern.
"Yeah, the smell of blood and gore is strong here," the hellhound answered.
This freaked out the siblings.
"What?! Is Millie…?!"
"Not Millie. Or Moxxie." Loona sneered. "Alastor."
"The Radio Demon?" Sallie May answered cautiously. "He's here?"
"Makes sense. He is Moxxie's dad," Butch replied.
"Yeah, but I can also smell Striker's scent too," Loona continued. She could also smell Moxxie as well but it looked like he went into a different direction. Not in the warehouse but the opposite.
"Aww, does that mean the cannibal freak got to that daddy-fucker before me!" Blitzo complained. "I wanted to be the one to off him. Do you think I can take his horse now that he's dead?"
Loona rolled her eyes.
"You already got Mistletoe. And she has to stay at Moxxie's folks' stable because we can't have her in the apartment. We don't got the room."
"Hey, Mistletoe could use a friend! Or a lover!" He gave a gasp, stars in eyes. "What if they had babies?"
"Eww. Let's focus on finding Millie and Moxxie first, then we'll discuss what the fuck happens with the horse."
The four of them continued through the warehouses. Eventually coming to a stop right outside where the scent of all three of them were at.
"They're right inside this one." Loona pointed to the building in front of them.
The eerie silence toppled with the rundown look of the place gave a really haunted feeling. Paint chipping and peeling off. Broken windows. Some of the walls were covered in graffiti or spots of blood. Of all the places Striker had to drag Millie too, he knew how to set up a tense atmosphere. They all hoped that she landed a few blows to the serpent imp.
Before they could say anything, they heard sounds. They moved to where the door was. …Opened. Odd. The Radio Demon must've left it open. All the more easier for them to get to the small powerhouse female imp!
They kept their ears and eyes open for any sound or sight from her. Before long, they were able to pick up voices. The first one being from Millie.
"Ow! Watch it ya dolt!"
"Quit movin' 'fore I blast a hole in yer brain!"
That second voice was Striker! And he was threatening Millie!
"Ya try to and I'll shove that gun down yer throat!"
"Bold exclamation, but you can't do shit with those holy rope binds around yer wrists. Now I ain't gonna say it again. Hold still!"
"Holy Rope!?" They all exclaimed at the same time.
Not loud enough for Striker to hear, but still! Millie had holy rope on her! How were they going to free her?
"Holy rope?" Butch gulped. "How the fuck are we going to break Holy Rope without hurting her or ourselves?"
"Well we better figure out something or he could kill her!"
"How about we kill Striker? That's a plan!" Sallie growled.
"You're gonna tackle him when he's armed?" Loona argued back.
"Please, ain't the first time people tried to shoot at me," the ranch girl shrugged. "And he can't exactly shoot at us all."
"I'm NOT going to be your cannon fodder!"
The arguing lasted for a minute or before they heard a loud BANG! And a scream. They all froze. Oh no… Oh, no, no, no! Don't let her be dead! For the love of Satan, don't let her be dead!
They all ran towards the noise.
"Millie!"
In the room was Striker, Alastor and on the ground… Millie.
"You son of a bitch!" Sallie shrieked.
Striker's face made contact with the ground as Sallie Mae and Butch tackled him to the grown. He couldn't even get a word in as the farm girl started punching him in the face.
"Wait! Wait! It's not what it looks like! I swear!"
While Millie had waited for Alastor and Striker to survive, she was at least glad for the little shadow dolls keeping her company. But it was only a temporary distraction from what her darling Moxxie was doing.
Why? Why did he have to go after George? What if George somehow overpowered him? Or hurt him? She bit her lip. What if he… killed him?
'No! No! We are not going there!' Millie shook her head fiercely. 'That slippery, cock-sucking bastard won't kill him! He's too obsessed with Moxxie to hurt him. But…'
Millie swallowed hard. George was obsessed with Moxxie. He wouldn't hurt him. Unless he needed him to be hurt. But wouldn't kill him. No, George was all too proud to brag to Millie how Moxxie was his and would become his again. How? She didn't know. There was no telling what that asshole was capable of…
"Ow! Ya fucking antler-headed, smile-wearing bastard!"
"Such language! Were you never taught basic manners?"
"Yer one to talk! Who yanks someone through a fuckin' portal without warning?!"
Millie's head shot up as both Alastor and Striker appeared in front of her, a large glowing portal opened behind them. Alastor looked pristine and joyful while Striker looked like he got into a fight with a wild Hellboar and lost. Even his eye was twitching as he glared daggers at the sinner.
"Someone who likes to arrive in style! It's better than that unruly beast you call a horse for transportation."
"Hey! At least Bombproof doesn't take joy in my misery!" He paused. "Most of the time. …pretty sure she thinks she raised me more than I did for her."
Millie held back a giggle. She didn't know which was funnier. Striker's appearance, or the fact that Bombproof, his horse, was treating him like a child. But then she realized something. Bombproof is a girl? How did they miss that? She shook her head. That was a conversation for a different time.
"Well, it's nice ta see ya boy's bonding but could you… oh I don't know… Free me!?"
The two males turned their attention towards her. Alastor smiled.
"Apologies, my dear! I supposed we should stop 'horsing around' as they say!"
The male imp glared at the Sinner, his tail rattling at the bad pun.
"I take offense to that on Bombproof's behalf."
"And I'm sure she appreciated it," Alastor smirked.
"Guys, love the back and forth but ah…a little help!" Millie yelled.
"Yeah, yeah, calm your tits," mumbled Striker as he kneeled down to untie her. "Fuck, the dealer wasn't kidding about this shit being tear proof."
"Aren't ya the one that told George about this shit?" Millie hissed. "Surely ya know how I can get out of it!"
"Well a holy knife would work but unfortunately I don't have one at my disposal at the moment," Striker grunted, still trying in vain to get Millie free.
He kept pulling, trying to find a way to undo the knot. Unfortunately, it resulted in him jerking her arms back a little too far.
"Ow!"
"Yea… This ain't gonna work."
"Ya think!?"
He hummed as he thought of what to do. Then he snapped his fingers.
"I got it! My revolver!"
Alastor, who was watching the interaction, tilted his head.
"How is your revolver going to break the Holy Rope?"
The non-tied up imp smirked, pulling out his revolver out with a flourish spin on his finger. Then proudly held it up.
"'Cuz it's a Holy revolver is why. One bullet will break the rope clean off!" He repositioned himself behind her, gently pushing her forward with his foot. "Alright, stay still. This will only take a moment. As long as ya don't move."
That was easier said than done. Especially when his boot was up against the base of her neck! And he was pushing too hard! What was she?! Cattle?!
"Ow! Watch it ya dolt!"
She started to shift so where the heel wasn't basically stabbing her!
"Quit movin' 'fore I blast a hole in yer brain!" Striker complained.
"Ya try to and I'll shove that gun down yer throat!"
"Bold exclamation, but you can't do shit with those holy rope binds around yer wrists. Now I ain't gonna say it again. Hold still!"
Millie growled but complied with his demands. At least for now. ' Ooooo, I'm so gonna tear yer head off once I'm free !'
He aimed the gun. Making sure it wouldn't harm her. No matter how tempting it was…. No. She was his brother's wife. And whether he liked it or not, she was family. And he didn't want to risk having his newly-found brother to hate him.
So he fired.
Bang!
The bullet sliced through the rope! Excellent! A clean shot! He took the opportunity to shove her with his foot for her to hit the ground. A precaution so that she wasn't so close to the holy bullet and the rope.
She gave a surprised scream as he pushed harder than he meant for. Okay maybe not. As it was a small bit of revenge for the stabbing. But she didn't need to know that. She roughly landed on her face. Not that he really cared.
"There. Now we can-"
"Millie!"
Striker's face made contact with the ground as Sallie Mae and Butch tackled him to the ground. He couldn't even get a word in as the farm girl started punching him in the face.
"Wait! Wait!" He cried out in between punches. "It's not what it looks like!"
Meanwhile Blitzo and Loona ran over to Millie's crumpled body.
"No! We're too late!" Blitzo cried, hugging the girl's limp body.
"Ugh…" Millie groaned.
"She was such a great fighter and friend! Oh I'm going to miss her so much!"
"B?"
"Who's gonna rip the skulls off assholes targets when we get discovered? Who's gonna be the glue to our company? Who is gonna tell me all of Moxxie's secret kinks and ask me opinions on what to use on him?"
"Blitz!"
"I can still hear her voice…"
"Blitzo! You idiot, she's still alive!" yelled Loona.
"Huh?" He looked down to see the female imp glaring at him. He gasped, hugging her. "She's alive! The bitch lives!"
Butch and Sallie stopped assaulting Striker, looking over in surprise. She was alive? She was alive! They ran over and hugged their sister. Striker groaned as he rubbed his jaw. Fuck that hurt!
Millie giggled as she hugged them back.
"It's alright. I'm okay."
"We thought he killed you!" Butch told her.
Loona turned her sights onto the stag standing not so far away.
"Why the fuck didn't you do anything to help her?" She demanded.
"She was in no danger."
"What do you mean 'she was in no danger'!?" She gestured to where Striker was still at. On the ground. "He shot at her! With a Holy gun!"
The serpent imp stood up, still nursing where Millie's siblings struck his face.
"I wasn't trying to shoot her. I was shooting at the holy ropes! I was freeing her, ya idiots!" Striker yelled, pointing to the ropes on the ground with a visible tear through them.
"Oh. Well, you still deserve that beating for what you did to my sister back at the ranch!"
"Fuck you, people. Should have just left ya to try and free ya sister, see how that would have worked out!" Striker threw his hands in the air.
"Why did you help anyway?" Butch questioned.
"Because it's the proper thing to do!" Alastor stated.
"Fuck!" The group jumped as the Radio Demon popped up behind them. "Where the fuck did you come from. Hell, where the fuck have you been?!"
"Why, right behind you!" The deer man stated.
"Not literally! I mean where were you when Millie had to deal with Striker?" Blitzo yelled.
"He ain't lying. He was right behind ya, in that corner of the room 'enjoying the show'. Prick," Striker sneered.
"You were the only one with the knowledge how to break the holy rope. If you would've tried to harm Miss Millie, I would've made you regret your poor decision. Whether Moxxie likes it or not. We all know you wouldn't want that."
The pale-pink imp gulped. He really didn't. He just reunited with his brother! He couldn't risk acting stupid and getting eaten !
"Speaking of Moxxie," Butch spoke up. "Where is he?"
"After George." Striker answered.
"Much to our displeasure." Alastor added.
Loona glared at Striker.
"Why are you here helping? You and George are working together. What's your angle?"
"I've changed hands, I ain't working for the Lust freak anymore," Striker stated.
"Really?" Blitzo asked, not sounding the least bit convinced. "How convenient."
"If ya don't believe me, ask the cannibal freak," Striker gestured to Al. "Even if I wasn't, the bastard would have torn me apart at first chance."
"He's not wrong!" Alastor smiled.
"Sooooo what? You're helping us to get back George? Did you two have a falling out?" Butch asked.
"Something like that…"
"I don't buy it! This daddy-fucker tried to kill us and our business back at the ranch! He'll do the same thing again once our back is turned!" Blitzo yelled.
"Calm yerself, Blitzy. I'm sure that bird-brained boyfriend of yours won't be happy to see you all stressed out," Striker joked.
"That's it!" Blitzo yanked out his gun but was quickly pulled back by Alastor.
"Whoa there, my entrepreneurial imp! Unfortunately, no harm must go to Mr. Striker. Moxxie's orders and all."
"Why?" Sallie demanded.
"None of yer business why." Striker snapped. "The ver- Moxxie and I just… have some history is all."
Blitzo's nose wrinkled in disgust.
"Aw, fuck. Don't tell me you were one of his other creepy ex's!"
"Ew! No!" That accusation alone wanted to make him vomit! The idea of him and his brother- Ew! No! No, no, no! He was NOT going to put those kinds of thoughts into his head! "Me and him? That's revolting! I don't fucking do incest, ya depraved jackass!"
They stared at him.
"Incest?" Millie raised a brow. "What do ya mean by 'incest' ?"
"Whoops! Seems we had forgotten to let Miss Millie know about your genetic relationship with my son," Alastor chuckled.
"He ain't yer son, ya creep!" Striker hissed.
"Over two decades of raising him, feeding, sheltering and caring for him says otherwise," retorted Alastor.
"I still find it hard to believe you 'found' him after an extermination and you think 'I'm going to adopt this random imp I found!'"
"Would you have preferred I left him there so any savage or lowlife could get their mitts on him?"
"No! But then maybe my uncle and I could have found him! We were only minutes late when ya grabbed him!"
"What the fuck are you two talking about?" Sallie interrupted. "Just tell us!"
Alastor spun his cane with a flourish, his grin getting wider.
"I'll be happy to explain! This serpentine fellow had a much closer relationship than we all thought! Why a similar mark on his back and some striking features-! Ahaha!" He nudged Striker. "Get it? Striking?"
The cowboy imp glared at him.
"Very funny."
"I thought so! Yes, features that without a doubt have been passed in the gene pool! Why the two of them are so close that-"
"Get to the fucking point!" Loona snapped.
Alastor's smile tightened as he glared at her. He went and gave a small whack on her head with his cane. The Hellhound gave a small yelp. Rubbing the top of her head as she growled at him.
"It's very rude to interrupt someone while they are speaking."
"Alastor, please." Millie spoke up. "What are you two tryin' ta say?"
"Well the truth is…." Alastor drew out.
"Moxxie and I are related. He's my brother," Striker butted in.
Alastor turned to the snake imp with a strained smile. "What? You were taking forever to explain something that would be said in two seconds."
"It's called 'holding your audience's attention,'" said Alastor.
"This ain't no show, asshole. Just spit it out," Striker hissed.
"Ahem!" The pair stopped and turned to their "audience" who looked utterly shocked. Except Blitzo who was holding a strange smile. "Yeah, hi. Sorry to interrupt your bitch-fit but eh….what? Striker and Moxxie are brothers?"
"Yes."
Blitzo turned to Loona. "Loonie sweetie, were you secretly smoking something when we were back in the van? I'm not mad, but I think whatever you were smoking is causing daddy to go a little loopy…"
"Oh boy…" Striker rolled his eyes. Not surprising that bossman would be the one to try to deny it.
"Are these walls made of asbestos? Maybe the asbestos is making us all hallucinate and making daddy-fucker speak fucked up shit? Millie, did the Lust-fuck fill this place with some weirdo-gas that is making us all go crazy…?"
Millie gave a small frown. She gently placed a hand on his shoulder.
"No B. Not… that I know of. But-"
"Because there is no way in all of Hell that this slimy, strawberry-putrid schmuck is Moxxie's fucking brother!"
Striker glared at him. His tail rattled at the other imp's accusation.
"He is my brother, you inconsiderate, Goetian fuck-slut! We have the same birthmark!"
Butch and Sally May raised an eye brow in suspicion.
"Birthmark?"
"Strawberry? Where the fuck didja get Strawberry? I mean... Yea he's kinda pale 'nd looks more pink then red."
Millie perked up.
"Oh yea! Moxxie has this unique mark on his shoulder. Looks like a snake wit' a cowboy hat! It's really cute!"
Loona gave another sniff.
"It's because he reeks of Strawberry lotion."
"It ain't a snake with a hat! It's the mark of our ancestors!" Striker growled. "And blame the maid bitch at the hotel. All she ever puts for showering is strawberry smelling shit!"
"That doesn't explain the scent back at the ranch…" Loona muttered.
"Actually Niffty uses apple-scented products." Alastor corrected. "Pre-requested by Charlie. As it is, the apple is the crest of the Morningstar family. Charlie likes to be on theme to promote that the hotel is welcoming."
Striker's tail lashed. Okay he… he didn't think that one through. He snorted, looking away.
"Well for the one in George's room it was strawberry."
"Hey! Can we talk about the snake bitch's questionable shower products later and go back to the important 'Moxxie is my brother' bullshit he's trying to sell us?" Blitzo interrupted.
"It's the truth."
"Bullshit! If Moxxie was your 'brother' then he would have fuckin' recognized you back at the ranch!"
"Did you forget he was abducted by a psychopath when he was a babe?" Striker glared at Alastor.
"Rude," the deer stated.
"Then if ya know he's ya bro, why didn't YA notice it? Or mention him?" Sallie stated. "Or try to off him and my sis?!"
"Because I didn't know! I was fucking five when he was born! The only interaction I had with him at the time when he was still in my mom's stomach! And this old picture they took at the hospital before they were slaughtered by the fucking Exterminators!"
He pulled out the locket to show the picture of his, their, mother. Who was holding the newborn Moxxie. It was obvious that it was taken by a cellphone.
"My pa took that picture and sent it to my uncle. It's the only photo I had. The only evidence that I could use to try and track him down. When we found my folks' dead bodies, everyone said I was fucking crazy for lookin' for him. That he was dead. I spent years looking for him. Alright? I didn't know what he looked like. All I had was this baby picture. So excuse fucking me, for not knowing he was my brother at the time! I didn't even know until that stupid Goetia hunt!"
"Goetia hunt? SO THAT WAS YOU!" Millie shrieked.
"No shit," Striker huffed. "I wasn't aiming for him. I was aiming for the cuck prince but the little dude got in the way."
"And that makes it better, bitch?!" Blitzo spat out.
"It's my job. And besides, Moxx and I already discussed this shit. So I'm giving up my client. She can take the fall. I'm just hoping Zepar will be lenient for me."
Blitzo glared at him but his focus turned to the locket that was still in the serpent-like imp's hand. He still couldn't believe that Moxxie was his fucking brother. As if he believed that bullshit! He looked over at Millie, who still looked shocked but seemed to be handling it okay.
"Yes, yes. We'll get that when it comes." Alastor spoke up. "Now, we have recovered Miss Millie, and she is not badly harmed. Let us go retrieve Moxxie and finally get to the wedding! I can't wait to sink my teeth into the prized meat, he's promised me!"
"Sink your teeth?" Loona said nervously.
"Moxxie promised him that he could eat George if he let him take care of him first," explained Striker.
"Seriously?" Blitzo looked like he was going to puke.
"I've been wanting to tear apart that disgusting Lust-ridden freak since the moment I saw him," Alastor's smile strained. "Never understood what my dear son saw in that fiend."
"Considering he's from Lust, it's not too much of a stretch to see why." Butch answered. "They are known to be attractive and very charming."
"All the more reason to dispose of him!"
Striker pulled out his phone.
"I'll call him to see if he got the job done."
"Wait… he gave you his number?" Millie gawked.
"Uh… yea? Again, I'm his brother. So yea, he gave me his number." Striker stated as if it was obvious. "Plus I told him he might need backup and old timer there doesn't do tech past the 1920s."
"Ha! Like I'd allow that flat-faced Vox to try to spy on me! I'm still disappointed in my mother for falling for his snake-oil charms. I should've eradicated him the moment he wiggled his way into her social circle!"
"Yeah, complain about yer future daddy-in-law later," Striker grumbled as he dialed the number.
It rang once. Twice. Three times. Voicemail. He frowned. He tried again. Voicemail again. With each call, he got more and more anxious. Oh no. Oh no, no, no! Don't tell him George got to him! Once more. Y-yea! He had to pick up this time!
As he dialed it again, it dialed once, then abruptly cut to a message.
"The number you had dialed is no longer available-"
"Shit. Shitshitshitshitshit!" The serpent imp cursed.
"What? What?!" Blitzo asked.
"He ain't picking up."
"WHAT?!" Millie snatched the phone out of his hands. "Moxxie ALWAYS picks up his phone. Even if they're telemarketers!"
"Well he's not picking up now!"
They all cringed when static started to buzz and the air glitched around them. Alastor's head started twitching like crazy. So much so that they thought his head would snap off if it continued. Not only that, but his mouth started leaking blood and the tiny shadows at his feet became feral.
"My…my…" Alastor's voice grew raspy and deep. "Looks like dinner is coming sooner than later."
"He better be talking about the Lust bitch and not us," Blitzo whispered to the others.
"We don't even know where he's at." Striker told him.
"You all don't." The Stag's eyes glowed as radio dials appeared. "But my shadows do."
"There," smiled George, fixing Moxxie's bow tie. "All dressed up and ready for a wedding."
Moxxie stood there, unmoved, as George put on the finishing touches to his clothing. A pure white suit. Nearly identical to the one he wore during his and Millie's elopement a year ago. All the better in the winged-imp's favor. That means he can rip up their original photo beyond repair to replace it.
With him and Moxxie.
Soon that Wrathian bitch will be a thing of the past. Of course, he knew that his pheromones would start to wear off. But he was prepared for that. He just had to keep him drugged up.
Moxxie was his.
And he'd be damned if he got away from him again! But no more. He had him where he wanted. By his side.
"You're perfect, Foxxy. As always."
The drugged groom smiled at him. His tail wagging.
"As are you."
"I know." He smugly replied, taking his hand. "Now, let's get you to that altar. We can't keep our guests waiting."
He led him into the hotel. Was it suicidal if the guests and Moxxie's folks learned of his plot? Maybe. But he had a plan for that. Zepar, Charlie and Vaggie were out of the hotel. Something about a Holy weapon. If he was interrogated, he'd throw Striker under the bus. So he was glad that they were gone.
He saw that Ozzie, Fizzarolli and Verosika were out exploring the town. The succubas making a Sinstagram post about them being at the restaurant.
' Nothing interesting happenin' at that loser redemption hotel with that loser wedding. So hanging out in Pentagram City with Big Oz and Fizz as we wine and dine the town!" Her post said.
Thank god they were gone! They'd spoil his entire plan! He had him and Moxxie stop at the entrance of the hotel. Luckily for him, most of the guests were situated in one room from what he can tell. Better yet, the more 'stubborn' ones were off from the crowd. Much better.
"Love. Our guests are going to be very concerned when we enter. You just let me do the talking, and just agree with everything I say. Understand?"
The thespian nodded, hugging his arm.
"Of course, dear."
Satisfied, he pushed the door open. Which of course caused everyone in the room to look their way.
"Moxxie!" Mimzy cried out, running over and hugging her son. "Where have ya been? We've been looking all over for you and Millie!"
Moxie blinked.
"Millie…"
"Oh, Moxx and I went to get her a special surprise. So, he had me tagged along to help. She'll be here soon." George spoke up. "Isn't that right, Moxx?"
The groom nodded.
"You! What the Hell are ya doing here?! Alastor and Rosie should have killed ya!" The flapper shrieked, brandishing a knife.
"How rude, Mimzy. This is a wedding," George said sweetly. More and more guests were showing up. Low level Goetias and sinners, but not the princess, the prince or Zepar. Good.
"Yeah, Moxxie and MILLIE'S wedding! Not yours!" Mimzy hissed.
During her shrieking, some of the other guests started muttering.
"Who's that?"
"Where is the bride?"
"Why did those two come together?"
"Is he a friend?"
"Does the air smell…pink?"
George did his best to keep his smile up. He had let his pheromones start to leak. He had to make sure that everyone in the room wouldn't fuck his plans! He made a calming gesture with his hands.
"Now, now Mimzy. There's no reason to be so defensive. This is your son's wedding! It only makes sense that you want this day to be perfect for him. For your guests. You."
She opened her mouth to say something. But she stopped. He smirked seeing her magenta pink eyes turning to a lighter pink.
"Perfect for…" She started, sounding dazed.
"For Moxxie and I, of course. Now that we're here. We can continue on with the celebration! Now, you get Moxxie to the altar. We have a wedding to do, don't we?"
She nodded.
"Oh! And let's do it indoors. The outdoors really doesn't do it for me. You understand, right?"
"Right. Yes! Right!" Mimzy turned to the guests whose eyes became a light pink. "Everyone! The wedding can finally commence! Head towards the reception hall! The show is about to begin!"
On cue, the guests did an about-face towards the hallway. George smiled, his pheromones still building up in the rooms. Thank Satan for Ozzie's Phero-Go pills. Even though he didn't need them normally, they really do give that extra push to make him more 'persuasive ' to the masses.
'Though maybe I shouldn't have taken three,' George stumbled a bit but steadied himself. 'But it's better this way. The sooner I can get one of these Goetia bitches to officiate the wedding and do the binding, the better it will be.'
An official wedding binding, done by either a Goetia, Sin or royal, can permanently tie one being to another until the end of time. Most folks were too chicken shit to do such a thing, even if they found their ' true love. ' Only Lucifer and Lilith ever performed one and the marking was excruciating. But they were bonding together for eternity. Neither could get away from each other if they wanted to.
And that is what George needed.
A permanent way for Moxxie to NEVER leave him again.
Speaking of which…
"Mimzy," he called out. "Can you make sure that Niffty and Husk are…busy? We don't need overcrowding in the wedding hall."
"Of course, anything for our happy couple," she smiled sweetly. "You two just get to the altar and leave everything to me!"
"You heard your mom, Moxxie," George looked down at the imp and smiled. "Time to get the wedding started."
Moxxied smiled back as they walked through the doors.
"Yeah. Let's get married."
Hot DAMN what a chapter!
So much to unpack!
Millie's been recused! Yay!
But oh no! George's plan might just work! Will he succeed? Can Alastor, Millie, Blitz, Loona as well as the others get back in time to stop him and save Moxxie?
We hope you all enjoyed the chapter and we'll see you in the next one!