Chapter 11: The Harvest Moon Festival
"Ooooo Blitzy your wonderful as always." Stolas sighed in post nut clarity as his body relaxed into afterglow.
Blitzo lighted a cigarette and burned the rope away with the lighter letting his husband drop his hands. "Gotta keep trying to plant Those half Goetia half imp babies in you don't we?" He smirked.
"I'll keep looking for a spell for that I assure you my beloved." Stolas said laying on his side. "How would you all like to come with me to Wrath this year? I always go there for the Harvest Moon to celebrate it with the locals at a charming little festival.
"Wrath huh?" M & M are from there. I've never been myself but I've heard it's a bunch of inbred chucklefucks. He handed his cig to Stolas who took a hit.
"If your not comfortable appearing at public events with me yet you can stay with your employees as a show of...shall we say...solidarity with the commoners?"
Blitz groaned at the reminder he was now technically Royalty. Ten whole years he's been married to Stolas and it still felt weird to appear in his Prince Consort regalia at official events and parties.
"Well I guess it would be fun. Harry would get to meet Millie's family and it's not like we can do jack shit without the book anyway.
"I'm sorry your clients will have to wait my darling." Stolas said.
"Oh fuck my clients." Blitzo waved the comment off. Before shuddering as he felt breath on his crotch again...
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At Moxie and Millie's apartment the normally equally amorous couple was getting some well deserved sleep.
Moxies phone rang. He pressed ignore. Riiiiing "what do you want sir?"
"Hey Mox hope I didn't wake you, how would you and Mills like to go to the Wrath ring for some Harvest bullshit with me this year?"
"The Harvest Moon Festival?" Millie sprang up suddenly. "YEE FUCKIN HAW!"
"Well Millie likes the idea. Wait...where are you calling from?"
Blitzo fell from the ceiling and Stolas waved from their moon roof.
"Mhm of course." Moxie deadpanned while Blitzo started purring like a kitten with cute eyes.
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The IMP van was pulling up on a family farm. A now 12 year old Harry watched Hell Horses grazing in a pasture. The van stopped before a imp couple. The male was tall muscles and broad shouldered while the female was tall for a female imp and bottom heavy.
"Mama, Daddy!" Millie embraced a large imp male and a thick thighed older female
"Yee haw hows my deadly little pumpkin spice doin?"
"I'm doing good paw. Y'all remember my husband Moxie?" Millie pushes
"Greetings Lin, Joe. How are y'all doing with the flaming twisters and what not?"
"We lost our old farmhand to one of those terrors last week." Joe glowered at Moxie.
"Oh crumbs. I'm sorry I didn't meant to open that wound." Moxie backed away nervously.
"Daddy I got another someone special for you and mama to meet." Millie pulled Harry around to her front. "This is our bosses son and our SatanSon Harry." Millie said as Harry nervously waved hello. "He's in trainin'."
"Nice ta meet ya kiddo. You can call me Grandpa Joe." Joe said eagerly. Shaking Harry's hand.
"Granny Lin." The female introduced herself.
"This is my boss and Harry's Daddy Blitz. And Blitz's Hellhound."
"I'm not just his Hellhound you know." Loona said not looking up from her social media feed.
"Yeah she's also my daughter." Blitz pulled her to his side indignantly.
"Only on paper. You all don't deserve to know my name." She said going back to her phone.
"It's nice to finally meet the sperm and egg factories that popped out this gem of an assassin. You two raised a sturdy bitch." Blitz said hitting Millie in the shoulder.
"Haha that we did." Joe laughed "Blitz huh? That's a fine strong name." Joe said shaking Blitz and Harry's hands.
"It reminds me a war." Lin said fondly.
Moxie went on a long diatribe about the advancements of angelic and hellish warfare that simply ended with "Hehe I mean war good!"
"Nothing like little war to make a strong man." Joe said to Harry flexing for him. Harry in awe at a prime example of a strong imp. "Speaking of Strong men y'all should meet our new farmhand ey! Striker!"
A loud neigh came with the sound of galloping.
"Well howdy." Striker said as he dismounted. "So you must be the famous Mildred. Heard some good things about you from your folks little lady. What you folks doing all the way out here from Imp City? Free work finally dry up?" The new imp was different from all the imps Harry had seen in his life. He was gray skinned not red and had spikes along his tail. His eyes also had multiple rings.
"Oh no freelance isn't free...it's fine." Millie deadpanned. "The Prince is our bosses husband."
"Really now? I'd heard old Stolas finally got himself some imp dick tied down. Never thought I'd meet the guy in person. That's mighty impressive sir."
"Well eheh." Blitz rubbed the back of his head.
"You know you boys outta enter the Pain Games." Joe said to the tall imps.
"Games what games I'm in." Blitzo said excitedly.
"Every year there's a competition to prove whose the roughest, toughest bastard in Wrath." Lin said.
"There's also a Juniors competition." Joe said and Harry lit up like it was Christmas Morning. He'd wanted to take part in a contest like this for years but his Papa Stolas always forbid it.
"Yeah, wish I could play." Millie said sadly pouting like she was a child again.
"Mildred you know you get too carried away." Lin said to her daughter. "The last competition ended in fifteen separate funerals."
"Wow." Harry said in awe at his aunt figure.
"But I only caused nine of them how come Sally Mae still gets to compete?"
"Your sister doesn't have a neighborhood head count."
"She SO does." Millie puffed her cheeks out in aggravation.
"Doesn't count if they don't find the bodies..." a tall imp female teased Millie as she walked past carrying a bagged corpse and one of the younger brothers dragging his own following her. Harry decided to go help him.
"Hi want some help?" Harry asked the stocky imp boy pulling a corpse along his sister. Used to corpse disposal by now he wasn't too bothered by the multiple methods he'd seen.
"Sure." the boy grunted. "We're going over to that there mulcher. We turn our corpses to fertilizer for the crops. Circle of life shit an all ya see?"
"Got it." Harry said picking up the corpses feet from the other end of the bag. "So who was it?"
"Menace to a neighborhood no one'd miss who forgot who my family was." The imp grunted as he and Harry heaved the corpse into the mulcher as Sally Mae came up. "See ya at supper." He left for the house to clean up.
"Well now ain't you the cutest little helper. Mildred's the one teaching you right?"
"Well Uncle Moxie taught me how to shoot and keep my guns in working order and taught me advanced anatomy." Harry said to Sally May as he helped her push the two corpses into the mulcher.
"I suppose that's respectable. A workin knowledge of anatomy of the body is a key part of being an assassin. All righ' I'll give the little guy another chance. Plus I have to admit he is the cutest little thing I've ever seen."
"Can I ask something and not get in trouble Miss Sally?"
"Depends on the question."
"Are you..." Harry pointed to the horns. He'd only seen the large white large black pattern of horn color on male imps.
"If ya have to ask kiddo. You'll never know." Sally Mae said as she grabbed the bags to go put them in the wash.
Harry shoved his hands in his pockets and walked back to his dads group.
"Why don't young help me wrangle one of them hogs for dinner." Striker suggested to Moxie in a teasing manner.
"Watch me." Moxie boasted.
"Nah, with these. Bullets can't pierce the shell. Ya gotta pry it apart and give yourself an opening.
It went about as well as you would think. Moxie grabbed it good enough but failed to pierce the shell. It took Moxie on a wild ride with him shrieking in terror. Harry's hands gripped the fence in anger watching Striker laugh. Harry jumped into the pigsty running toward the hog.
"Son wait!" Joe shouted in protest before jaws dropped at what happened next.
Harry jumped onto the hog Moxie was riding wrestled the knife from his teachers hand held it high and CRUNCH.
The hog gave a final squeal as its life's blood spurted out of its neck.
"Yee FUCKIN HAW FUCK YEA! That's how it's fuckin done!" Joe said looking at his pseudo grandson in with Pride.
"Nicely done, got it right in the jugular." Striker came up and studied the hogs corpse.
"Uncle Moxie taught me everything I know about anatomy." Harry said with pride for his teacher.
"Ow. My clavical." Moxie spoke up rubbing his chin.
"Don't worry lil one. Ya never stood a chance. Hey boss man, you and little killer here wanna help the men skin this thing for dinner?"
"Fuck yes!" Harry said eagerly, high off his first legit kill (he didn't count Quirrel for his own reasons. Mostly because he felt like Quirrels death was due to the actions of his birth mother Lily Potter and not himself.)
"I'm always down to skin manly meat with a manly man." Blitzo said following his son and the two older imps.
"That's what she said." Loona joked as she followed as well."
"What bitch is talking shit about me?" Blitzo stopped walking only to start following Loona.
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"Now the Junior Mud wrasslin competition is about to begin!" Whackford said loudly. "Kiddies come on and gather round!"
"That's your cue tiger make IMP proud!" Blitz clapped Harry on the back as several adult imps ooed at the exotic human boy.
Harry and a tall broad shouldered imp boy glared at each other before grappling. The taller imp reached between Harry's legs and heaved him over his shoulder pushing him back into the mud.
"Kick his ass Harry yeah! Show that honkey tonk how we rumble in Imp City!" Blitz shouted with pride in his voice.
Harry brought his legs around the older boys and brought him down as well. He slid over the imps legs and pinned his arms in the mud.
"Pinned ya." Harry laughed.
"Oh really now mister?" The imp chuckled he heaved his arms and suddenly Harry found their situations reversed. "Pinned you."
The two boys grappled and rolled and rolled all over the arena. Their clothes and bodies filthy and covered with mud.
"Draw?" Harry asked eventually, gasping as he and the tall imp grappled once more.
"Draw." The imp agreed standing up on his knee as Harry let go and breathes heavily.
The imp boy reached to help Harry out of the mud and held their hands high together grinning his concedement.
"Well lookie here folks we have a tie for the best Juniors too! The judges have unanimously agreed that both outperformed their peers in the other events and exceptionally well in the mud wrasslin event. Stolas grabbed the microphone from Wally.
"The winners are, Strings and my darling son Harry Goetia!" Stolas said excitedly as Whackford put 2 gold medallions around the boys necks.
Harry blushed and gave The older imp boy a kiss on his cheek making him grin and blush.
"Hi I'm Strings." The imp said.
"Harry nice to meet you." Harry replies smiling and holding his hands together shyly.
"Aww now aren't you the cutest little thing this side of Wrath you weren't so shy wrestling with me in that mud." Strings said.
"Why are you called Strings?" Harry asked. Before getting his answer in the form of wires around Strings claws.
"Enough said?" Strings asked with a toothy grin.
"Nice we could use a wire assassin in IMP. Look us up when you finish school you here kid?" Blitzo asked the imp.
"Yessir. See ya around Princey." Strings left with his parents and siblings leaving Harry blushing.
"You know Strings and his folks help us with our harvest festival decorating every year. Lin said to Harry who lit up.
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Harry was going up to grab his hunting knife to help one of his new uncles cut lengths of rope for a pumpkin patch maze. He saw an eerie glow coming from Strikers room. He opened the door and saw it wasn't so much an eerie glow, but a heavenly one.
Harry's eyes widened in awe as he looks at the gorgeous weapon. "Oh my Satan. A genuine Carbine crafted Blessing tipped rifle. How the fuck did a simple farmhand get this? Why would a farmhand have a weapon like this?" Harry started putting the pieces together in his head.
"Why don't you ask me little dude?"
Harry gasped saw Striker leaning in the door.
"Why do you have this? You are aware blessed weapons can kill-"
"Demon Royalty?" Striker asked. "No shit kid that's kinda the point." Striker tossed his wheat stick and walked closer toward Harry who backed away slowly.
Harry ran for the door but the older, faster and stronger imp grabbed his shirt collar and wrestled him to the ground.
"You know I can't believe that Blitz thought he could turn you, a useless human brat of a Prince into an asssassin worthy of carrying on his good name."
Harry grabbed a lamp and smacked it against his head breaking it and stunning Striker for a moment before scrambling to his feet and then gasping again as Striker pulled him around and held his hand against Harry's mouth and nose.
Strings heard something break in the house upstairs and narrowed his eyes before rushing into the house.
"Your truly Pathetic." Striker growled in his ear.
Harry was starting to go dim. He couldn't breathe...papa...Via... he thought hopelessly before
STAB STAB STAB STAB STAB Strings was stabbing Striker in the kidneys. Striker threw strings against the wall but he quickly recovered and brought out his piano wire before sliding beneath the older imp and climbing on his back before looping the wire around Strikers neck and sliding backwards hard. Striker gagged as he was choked.
"Ya know something pardner." Strings mocked as he pulled harder. "I ain't above killin above my station either. But I think it's kinda pathetic that you let yer guard down and allowed a 14 year old to get the upper hand. Nighty night ya fake Honkey Tonk chode."
"What in Satans name is goin up-here?" Joe asked as he came up.
Striker reached for his rifle before passing out finally and Strings relaxed his hold. Gasping for air.
"Strings are you alright?" Harry asked as he ran over and embraced the older imp teen.
"I'm fine little dude. Couldn't kill him though. He may be just an imp like me but he's a tough old bastard. He kicked Striker in his kidney wound.
"Grandpa Joe Striker has a blessed rifle he was gonna kill my pa." Harry said to the older imp showing him Strikers angelic weapon. But not giving it to him.
"Ya didn't hand it to me. Smart boy. Ya never know just whose on yer side in our business." Joe praised Harry. "I'll go get the blessed rope."
After hogtying Striker in blessed rope and gagging him they alerted the members of IMP who came in while Harry's wounds where being tended to by Lin. The 12 year old boy wizard winced as she tied the knot tight.
"I know yer young and just learnin the family trade and all but learn from this. Next time ya might not be so lucky." The older imp female said sternly as she tied Harry's sling. Striker had dislocated his arm while he was bringing Harry around to choke him.
"I will Granny Lin." Harry said.
"Yer always welcome here boy." Joe said to Strings.
"Thank ya sir." Strings said before Harry walked up to him.
"Now I owe you a life debt." Harry said. walking up to Strings.
"Nah I just did what was right." Strings said. "Not many imps woulda though." He said honestly.
"It's a wizard honor thing." Harry explained. "Basically you saved my life now I owe you a major debt."
Harry gasped as the strong imp embraced his stronger side.
"Just wait for me. Ya hear?" Strings flashed his own gold tooth that made Harry's brain melt.
"Ahh young love I knew it would happen eventually." Millie sighed.
"What are you talking about Mills he's 12." Blitz said.
"I had my first kiss at 12." Millie said in fond memory. "Remember Moxie? Behind the Kegs at the Harvest after party? You felt me up for the first time and I figured out you WHERE in fact good with your hands?"
"Uhhhh..." Moxie felt Joe and Linda's death glares. "Come on Millie it's time to go home honey.
"AWESOME now we have a blessed rifle in our arsenal." Blitz said as Moxie loaded the rifle case into the IMP van.
"Shouldn't we try to find out who hired him sir?" Moxie asked.
"Oh that will be easy enough when we get back to IMP the palace guards will be there to take him to the dungeons." Blitzo said sinisterly. "And I have sooo many interrogation methods I'm itchin to try on you." Blitzo said while licking his lips. Striker glared at Blitzo as he closed the vans back door. "You tried to kill my son." He grinned evilly at Striker. "And my HUSBAND. Karmas coming." The van closed on Striker.
I know Strings sounds like Striker but tbh I did kinda have Norman Reedus in mind writing his character and tried to make Striker more like Merle. The best way I can describe what Strings body type will be is one of Millie's brothers who picks up a carved pumpkin on his shoulder.
I'm gonna try my best not to jump back and forth from here on out I just loved the new episode so much I had to write it into my story early.
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