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Chapter 42: Here Comes The Wedding Crashers!

"Hahaha! What a day this was!"

"Shut the fuck up, antlers! We're trying to do a rescue mission!"

"Drive faster, Blitz!"

"He's literally breaking all the traffic lights and just crashed into three pedestrians!"

"Idiots should have gotten out of the way."

"Zip it, Striker! Why the fuck did you even join us?!"

"It was either you or Mildred's psycho siblings. At least with you three, I can beat you and I have the Radio Demon temporary backing."

"The fuck you say?!"

"WATCH THE ROAD!"

Blitzo huffed as another Sinner went flying as they raced down Pride's roads. Moxie better be eternally grateful with all the shit they were going through for him! First they all discover that George and Striker kidnapped Moxxie and Millie. Then they learn that Striker is Moxxie's older brother. Like, what the actual fuck? And now, George has Moxxie in his clutches!

If they didn't get to them soon, who knows what the bastard would do to him!

"Why force my son into marriage! I thought you all knew that?"

"Stop reading our thoughts, you creep!" Blitzo yelled back.

Millie gulped as she rode with her boss and his daughter. Her siblings were right next to them, matching speed. Though Blitz and Sallie May were driving, the two apparently got into thinking this was a race against each other. Had this been any other day, Millie would have been cheering them on. But not now.

Millie looked back at the other three in the backseat, as she was in the passenger seat. Striker was sitting in the middle. Looking on edge, miserable and looked like he was minutes away from pulling out his dagger to slice someone. On his left was Loona, growling and baring fangs. On his right was Alastor, who was emitting angry radio static. She felt a little bad for him.

But only a little.

He was a big boy. He can handle a couple of minutes of keeping the two from killing each other. She was certain he's been in worse positions. And plus he kinda deserved it after the shit he made them go through back at the farm, the hunting party and now this. At the very least they were getting some payback.

Even if he is Moxxie's brother.

Allegedly.

"And why can't you just, I don't know, transport us to the hotel?" Loona growled.

"Because my fair mutt," said Alastor, ignoring Loona's increasing rage, "My power has a time limit."

"Since when?!" Blitzo yelled.

"Since now. Now drive faster."

The IMP founder grumbled but did as the stag said. Going faster meant getting to Moxxie. And getting to Moxxie, meant kicking that asshole George's ass! Like hell would he let him ruin the marriage of his two best friends!

Striker did his best not to gulp at the speed. He wasn't used to riding in vehicles. Sure, he knows how to drive, but he always had Bombproof! There was no need for a car! Plus at least Bombproof gave him company! Oh, and let's not forget at least HE was controlling the speed. Not Blitzo here who looked like he was one miscalculation away from slamming this hunk of junk into a wall! He let out a small "eep!" when a sharp curve caused him to slam into Loona.

"Hey! Watch it!"

The cowboy imp gave a small grunt of an apology. And this was why he rode a horse! A two-ton metal pod going who knows how fast was a death trap! He'll never understand the appeal of such things.

And honestly, all this swerving around was starting to make him feel sick. At least they weren't high up in the air. He'd rather be stabbed in the eye than ever think of that horrific scenario. And he knew damn well that the Radio Demon's 'time limit' excuse was bullshit. So why refuse? He cared about Moxxie, right? He raised him as his son, right? So why delay the rescue?

The fuck was he planning?

Another bump in the road sent most of the passengers flying. Striker across into the dash, Millie upwards, smashing her head on the top and Loona and Alastor smacking their against each other. Striker hissed and glared at Blitzo.

"Who the fuck gave you a fucking license?"

"License? Oh, that shit was expired three years ago," Blitzo waved off.

"WHAT?" Loona screamed. "BLITZ!"

"What?! You know they won't give me another one! So why bother?"

"I should have gone with Sallie and Butch…"

"My siblings would have killed ya."

"Better way to go than this!"

"How much longer?" Millie urged, rubbing her head but eyes focused on the road. The places were getting familiar so that meant they were getting closer to the hotel, right?

"From my estimate and the speed, we're going, I would say about ten minutes," answered Alastor.

"Screw that! We're upping the speed!" Blitzo stated, pressing his boot on the peddle even hard.

"FUCK!"

Striker covered his mouth, clutching his stomach as he felt the contents of his stomach churning. Loona glared at him.

"If you puke on me, I swear you're going to fly out the window!"

"If you puke in my van, you're cleaning the shit up!"

Alastor watched the chaos in amusement. Now this is what he was talking about! Discourse! Drama! Sure, his son was about to get married to an imp that he despised, but for this little bit of euphoric torture, he'll endure it.

"Can't we go just a bit slower?" Striker asked.

Millie glanced back, seeing that his pink skin was turning a sick green. Ew. That… didn't look good. Maybe they should. Just to ensure that he didn't vomit.

"Uh, B, maybe we should-"

"Corner turn!"

They all yelped as he made a sharp turn. The van nearly tipping over due to the speed. Striker was clinging onto Millie's seat.

"I'm gonna be sick! I'm gonna be sick!"

"Don't you dare!"

They all screamed as Blitz drove through another red light. The van flying down a hill. Striker got yanked toward the other side of the van, quickly pulling down the window and violently retching.

"Ewww!"

"Aww! My paintjob!"

"I'm gonna fuckin' kill ya, Blitz-o!"

"Hey! The O is silent!"

"BLITZO!"

"Fine! I'll pay attention to the driving! But Striker owes me 'clean up puke' money!"

Millie bit her lip in frustration and panic. Time was ticking and she was clueless as to what was happening. All she could do was sit and hope that Blitzo's reckless driving would get them there in time before George did anything to Moxxie. She tightened her grip on her trusty IMP ax and hoped and, Lucifer forgive her, prayed.

'Please, please let us get to Moxxie in time!'

George did a triple check of everything to make sure it was all going perfectly. All the guests were still under the pheromone's influence. Mimzy and the maid, Nifty or something, were under his control and getting the ceremony started. The princess and her lover were gone and the more powerful guest had been 'taken care of' by Mimzy and Nifty. Mainly locking them up, knocking them out or misdirecting them from the wedding.

Moxxie was currently placed at the altar. He wasn't going anywhere. The pheromones had a strong grip on him. There was no need to worry about him taking off. Though there was one person that he was trying to find.

His sister.

If Micole was here, she'd blow his entire plan!

And not just her. But the King of Lust himself, Asmodeus. She and Ozzie were the only ones that would be immune to his pheromones. Micole because, duh, sister. Pheromones don't affect family members. And Asmodeus wouldn't be affected since he was Lust personified.

So far, he hadn't seen them.

Though checking the King's social media, he, Fizzarolli, Verosika and Micole were out in the town. From what it looked like, Fizzarolli was trying to cheer up his little sister. Tch. Why those two were so close, platonically, he would never understand. But at least they were out of the way. And far enough away that they wouldn't get here in time to ruin his plan.

"Everything is ready," Mimzy said in a calm and steady voice.

"And you're sure that the prince and the other hotel staff…"

"Safely tucked away at the other side of the hotel," Mimzy answered. "I told them about having them stationed in the back guest rooms until Moxxie and the others were found and we would move forward with the wedding. Stolas and his daughter didn't argue but it took some time for Millie's family to be coerced."

"As long as they're out of the way for the next half away, then it will be fine," George said, fixing his suit and tie in the mirror. "And the binding?"

"Here," Mimzy held open a box that held a small metal stamp, a red stone, flint and dagger.

The stamp had engraved the symbol of eternal binding. The stone was pure frozen brimstone lava. This had been an incredible old ritual when 'weddings', to demons, were known as binding rituals. The pairing would be burned with this symbol to tie each other for the rest of eternity. They'd first have to use the dagger to pour their own blood onto their partner's hand then, using the flit and stop, strike a match that would set a fire engulfing the stone. The rest was simple, heat the stamp against the flames until it glowed red then 'engrave' the flesh of the partner. Repeat with the next partner and the binding was done.

And it would be easy and quick as long as no interruptions happen.

He smirked, turning to where the altar and Moxxie was.

"Perfect. Now let's begin the ceremony!"

"Oh… I hope Blitzy will be okay…" Stolas gripped his hat in anxiousness.

Octavia went and patted her dad's arm. Even though she didn't quite understand what her dad saw in the imp, she knew that he made him happy. Though she only wished that it didn't have to come at the cost of his and her mother's wedding…

But that was a conversation for another time. She knew there was more to it. There had to be. But this wasn't about her or her dad. No, this was about that Moxxie imp and his wife. Though it was weird that an imp was technically her cousin.

But hey, the Goetias were a big bag of oddities and fuck-ups, so what's one more?

"I'm sure he'll be back any moment." Clementine tried to soothe him. "Though I do hope that my cousin ain't causin' such a ruckus."

"I still can't believe Striker's yer cousin!" Malik exclaimed.

"Uhhhh, doesn't that mean Striker is Moxxie's brother?" one of other sibling said. "And Millie's married to him so…."

"Again, my aunt is adopted. Striker and Moxxie have no BLOOD relations to me and my family," Clementine explained.

"Oh good…I guess," sighed Lin. "That would have been…awkward…"

"I think ya mean 'fucked up', ma."

"AARGH!" Husk yelled as he tried, and again failed, at busting down the door. "For fuck's sake! A little help here, people!"

He turned to Stolas. "Can't ya blast the door or something?"

"Unfortunately something in this room prevents me from using my powers."

"What?! How!?"

"Didn't Mimzy say that Rosie 'fixed' this room so she can put in guests that are being rowdy?" Angel asked out loud.

"Fuck! This place is probably Goetia proof!" Husky growled. His eyes then turn to Angel. "You wanna help here?!"

"What? And bruise my perfect, flawless skin?"

"Hey! Any of you wanna take a shot at beating this door down? Ain't ya imps supposed to be rough and tough?!"

Joe and Lin looked at each other. It probably would help. Joe cracked his knuckles. He made his way over.

"Alright. Let a real Wrath imp, show ya how it takes to break down a door!" He smirked. "I once knocked down an entire brick wall once at how hard I rammed against it!"

He stationed himself several feet from the door. Crouching low to the ground in a football stance. Once he got himself prepared, he charged at the door, slamming his shoulder against it as hard as he can.

Nothing.

The door was still shut. Didn't even vibrate from the force! He frowned. Okay, first time didn't work. He moved further back from his last position. Then charged again. Joe gritted his teeth on how the force caused him to vibrate.

Nope. Door was still intact.

Fuck!

"Welp, we're screwed!" Angel exclaimed, falling back onto his seat.

"So, we're stuck here until someone lets us out." Octavia stated.

"Seems like it," Angel agreed before turning to Husk, "What about it, kitty? Wanna spend some quality time with yours truly?"

"Fuck you."

The spider dramatically laid against the table, back of his hand against his forehead.

"Oh, please do!"

The cat demon lifted his left paw then his right.

"Spending time with you… with my drinks…" hummed Husk. He waited two seconds before running to the door. "LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT!"

"Rude!" the spider stripper pouted.

Before anyone else could say or do anything else, a small clicking had been heard. Husk stopped mid-bang and stepped back just as the door swung open. Standing in the doorway was a familiar angry-face fish demon.

"WILL YOU STOP ALL THIS RACKET!"

"Baxter?" Angel said in surprise. "Where the hell have you been this entire time?"

"In the basement, working on my inventions until your constant screaming and insanity interrupted me!" Baxter yelled back. "Aren't you supposed to be busy with some wedding or something or other."

"Yeah, but why haven't ya been up to help us during this entire time," Husk narrowed his eyes.

"I have no time for foolish weddings and told Miss Charlie as much. She and Miss Vaggie said it would be fine as long as I didn't interrupt the festivities."

"So basically, you got to lay around in the basement and NOT be forced into this wedding bullshit? Lucky."

The Chimera glared at the porn star for his recent comment.

"That 'Wedding Bullshit' is for my nephew."

"Aw, he does have a heart! So if I married you, that'd make him my nephew too?"

The cat responded by giving him his middle claw.

"We ain't in a relationship, jackass!"

"Nuggies says otherwise!~"

"Bite me!"

The spider smirked as he glanced the cat over.

"Ooh, kinky."

"Not like that!"

"There are children here!" Stolas scolded.

"We're free!" Junior cried out happily. "We can see if Millie and them are back yet!"

"Aaaand we're here!" Blitz exclaimed as the van skidded into Hotel's lawn.

Striker swallowed the rise of bile that was beginning to come up. His throat was already raw from earlier. He was NEVER going to ride in a car again after this! From now on, it was Bombproof or train only. Or walking. But no cars! Ever!

Millie instantly scrambled out. They had to get to Moxxie! As she was starting to head towards the door, her siblings pulled up as well.

"Let's go! Let's go! We gotta get ta Moxxie!"

"Hold on." Striker swallowed, catching his breath. "Ya can't just barge right in."

"Sure we can! We just…" Blitzo yelled as he went charging into the front door…

Only to get blasted back by an invisible force.

"The fuck?!" Loona yelled.

"That. That's why we can't just barge in," finished Striker.

"What is THIS now?!" Millie glared at him.

Striker sigh. "Part of the plan for George was to barricade the doors from any outside interference."

"That disgusting harlot truly plans far ahead," replied Alastor in slight surprise. "And here I thought all that filthy fiend's thoughts were of sins of the flesh."

"Now's not the time, Al, we need to save Moxxie!" Millie said in a panic.

She tried the nearby windows but no dice. There was a protection force against the windows too! FUCK! How were they supposed to get inside?! The Wrathian imp got so frustrated that she smashed her ax against the brick wall of the building.

CRACK!

"Woah! Millie! Careful! You almost cracked a hole in the wall!"

"Huh?" Millie stood back and yanked back her ax.

Blitzo was right.

Her attack had created a huge crack in the wall.

Millie gasped.

"The walls! They aren't protected!" She yelled to the others. "We can just break down the wall!"

"Great…how do you suppose we do that?" Loona asked sarcastically. "All your swing did was make a crack. It will take us hours to make a hole, let alone one to fit through."

Millie looked at Blitzo, Blitzo looked at her back, then both turned to look at the IMP van. They grinned.

"We're crashing a wedding fuckers! In the van!"

Striker blinked, then took a step back.

"Oh fuck no! I had enough trauma ta last me a lifetime dealin' with yer crazy driving! I am perfectly fine waiting right here."

"Oh don't be such a pussy." Sallie snarked at him. "I thought you lived for this kinda stuff."

"Thrills are one thing. A death sentence is another! I ain't riskin' my life gettin' in that van! 'Sides, it only needs one driver. Not all of us packed in like sardines…HEY!"

"Let's go, let's go, time's a'wasting!" Alastor shouted as he rounded up all the passengers and shoved them into IMP's van. "Full speed ahead!"

"Come on Blitzo!" Millie yelled.

"WOOO! Awesome! It's alway been a dream of mine to crash into a building!"

"It is?!" Loona and Striker shrieked.

"Yup! That and crashing a wedding. Now I can do both at the same time! Buckle up! Or don't, I don't give a shit!"

"Demons of the court, we are gathered here today to witness the eternal binding of Moxxie LaBlanc-Goetia and George Luvgood. This ceremony will bind the couple for all of eternity until the end of time…"

George rolled his eyes, trying to mentally urge the entranced demon to go faster with the vows. His gaze went to his right where Mimizy held the tray containing the already lit lava stone with the binding stamp burning in its embers. The little maid demon stood next to her, holding the dagger. Sharpen and ready for use.

Just as soon as this idiot finished!

Why were these things always so damn long? This is why most people in Lust eloped. Too much planning and boring shit to get through. Just go to one of those quick elope chapels, just say I do, no vows, sign the papers and get the fuck outta dodge.

Simple!

Once this was over with, he'd whisk Moxxie someplace to where his family could never get to. No more contact. They'll only cause more trouble for them. He flashed a smile as his drugged soon-to-be husband.

Just a few more verses.

Then everything would be perfect.

"...and now we will conduct the binding ceremony," the officiant concluded. He motioned over to Niffty, "The ceremonial dagger."

"I'll take that," George rushed to grab the blade.

The quicker they get this done, the better!

He bit his lip as he sliced across his palm, watching the blood beading from the wound. He grabbed Moxxie's hand and poured the blood onto his hand until it pooled a bit. Perfect. Now all that's left is to burn the stamp onto his bloody hand and…

"Wait."

"What?!" George hissed, turning to the officiant, his hand holding the red-hot stamp just inches from binding Moxxie!

"Before the official binding can commence," he said, raising his head to the crowd. "Is there anyone here that opposes the union of this pairing?"

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

CRASH!

Blitz gave an excited laugh, while other members clung to the panic handles, the chairs or each other, as he drove through the wall. Alastor just grinned as they did. Debris flying into the room. What glorious chaos!

Sure, the wall would have to be fixed, but Charlie and Vaggie can worry about that later! He was certain the two wouldn't mind since it was an emergency.

Or he could just lie and say Angel Dust did it. Or Baxter. One of the two.

And the latter did sound more entertaining!

Once the van was at a complete stop, they all piled out.

"I'm coming Moxxie!" Millie exclaimed.

Just as she turned the corner into the hall, she felt herself slamming into someone. The force caused her to fall over.

"Millie!"

She looked up to see the person she ran into was… her parents! She instantly got up and hugged them.

"Ma! Pa!"

"MILLIE! Thank Satan you're okay!" Lin yelled, running to tackle her daughter in a bearhug.

"SALLIE MAE! BUTCH! The Hell were ya thinking running off like that!" yelled Joe.

"Jeeze, pops, a 'thanks for savin' ya sister' would have been nice," sassed Sallie.

"We couldn't just wait around!" Butch argued. "And we did save her!"

"Technically, I saved Mildred," stated Striker.

"YOU!"

"Hey. Before ya try to attack me, just know I have a deal with tall, red and smiley here to protect me, so do with that what you will."

As the reunited siblings were hugging it out, Angel, Husk, Baxter, Stolas, Octavia and Clementine came into view. Seeing her cousin, Clementine ran over to Striker, hugging him.

"Striker! Yer okay! I was so worried they would'a killed ya!"

The snake-like imp staggered at the hug.

"Clementine? What are you doin' here?"

"I'm married to Millie's brother!" She then smiled and waved at Butch. "Hi sweetie!"

He smiled back, winking and giving her a finger gun.

"Hey sugar."

"Okay… Family tree just got weirder. Guess this ain't the proper time ta meet yer new baby."

She shook her head, then hugged him again.

"No. But I'm so glad that you weren't killed."

"I am too- ow! Ow! Ow!"

While he was busy speaking, she took the time to suddenly twist his arm behind him, causing him to double over, nearly getting on his knees.

"Ya stupid, reckless, overgrown brat! How could ya do something so damn stupid?"

"OW! I thought you said you where happy to see I was alright?!"

"Yeah! Because if you were, I would have to wait to knock some sense into ya!" Clementine hissed.

"Wait…if Butch is married to Striker's cousin and Moxxie is his brother…" said Millie.

"Don't worry, they're adopted, explain later," said her mother as they broke their hug.

"Uh…this reunion is cute and all but aren't ya forgetting something?" asked Angel Dust. "And where are all the guests? And Mimzy and Niffty?"

"Probably weddin' Moxxie at this mome-ow! Clem! Let go! Ow!"

She gave his arm another sharp twist, sending her cousin onto his knees in pain.

"Say it first."

"Say what?"

"You know what. Say the thing!"

"Like fuck I'm gonna-!"

Another, much hard twist.

"OOWW! Okay! Okay!" He hissed in pain. "Oh wonderful, talented, brillant- oo-oow!"

"Like you mean it!"

"Ow! Okay! Okay!"

"Wonderful, talented, brillant cousin of mine who is so much better at me in literally everything imaginable, will you PLEASE SET ME FREE FOR BEING A MORONIC ASSHOLE?"

She gave him a smug smile, releasing his arm.

"Yes. Was that so hard, now?"

"My arm is in pain," stated Striker.

"Forget about that! Where's Moxxie?! And that slippery slimy bastard!" Millie shouted, looking around the room.

Husk, finished his swing of rum, answered. "Judging by the music I can hear, down in the hall into the ballroom."

"Shit!" Everyone yelled, most grabbing weapons and charging down the hall.

Right when they got to the doors, Blitz stopped them.

"Wait! Wait! We can't go in yet!"

Stolas tilted his head.

"And why not?"

"For the 'does anyone object' part! Duh! It's about timing!"

"Seriously!?" Loona groaned. "Now of all times?"

"It would be badass! So yes! Millie has to kick the doors after the officiant says the thing!" He pressed his ear against the door. "Let's see…. Blah, blah, Binding ceremony shit-"

"Binding Ceremony!?" Stolas gasped in horror. "Oh that is bad! Very bad!"

"The fuck is a binding ceremony? Is that just a fancy way of saying wedding?"

"No! A binding ceremony is to spiritually tie one demon to another for all eternity! They carve into your flesh with the blood of your partner and you're tied to them forever!"

"...so divorce isn't an option."

"FUCK THAT! LET ME IN!" Millie shrieked.

"Wait, wait, not yet…" begged Blitzo.

"...is there anyone here that opposes the union of this pairing?"

"Okay! Now!" Blitzo announced, sidestepping and letting Millie through.

Which she did eagerly breaking down the door.

"YEAH BITCH!" She shrieked, walking into the ballroom, causing everyone in the room towards her. "I FUCKING OPPOSE THIS SHIT! THAT'S MY HUSBAND! AND THIS IS MY WEDDING YOU STOLE!"

~Here comes the Bride!

Coming for George's Hide
Covered in dirt and crud
She's here to spill all his blood!~

What a chapter, what a chapter!

A binding ceremony? If George succeeds poor Moxxie will be his for all eternity! Can Millie and the Gang prevent him from doing so?

Will they be able to break the pheromones?

Can Moxxie come out of the spell that George has him under?

Thanks for reading and we'll see you in the next chapter!