Hey there everyone!
It's been a while hasn't it?
And HOLY FUCK, Season 2 Episode 3 was INSANE.
To start off with a few of the comments:
1) Yes, it's said that our little AU is not canon. But we kinda figured it wouldn't be anyways. But we love that many of you still consider it canon in your hearts! Same with us.
2) THE WEDDING IS PURE COINCIDINCE! We did not expect that to happen AT ALL. Sooo... that was a funny little prediction that we didn't attempt to do.
3) George is a Lust-IMP not a incubus! I've gotten A LOT of comments saying he's an incubus. HE'S NOT. We have fanart of him on Cynical's Twitter!
4) The GUI music video is out! Yay!
The song "Joke's On Me" has been changed to "Toxic Lies". You can find it on my Youtube channel under the same name!
5) And lastly, Crimson.
Crimson will NOT be featured in the story. At all. We discussed it and we just can't find out a way to work him in.
We were trying to keep this close to follow along with canon, but... yea... nope. Couldn't do it. Too much loop-holes, plot-holes and complicated relationships that we were struggling to make it fit.
So NO Crimson!
Now with all that out of the way, here's the chapter! Enjoy!
Chapter 43: It's the Final Showdown! (Part One)
"YEAH BITCH! I FUCKING OPPOSE THIS SHIT! THAT'S MY HUSBAND! AND THIS IS MY WEDDING YOU STOLE!"
George's eyes glowed in anger. How the fuck did she escape? And Striker?! He was supposed to be on his side! Why the fuck was he helping IMP?! What reverse-betrayal fanfic trope bullshit was this?
"Why do you have to make everything difficult?" George sneered. He turned to Striker. "Traitorous backwoods hick."
Striker shrugged as he smirked.
"That's me. I really need to update my resume on that. 'Backstabbing Traitor' is kind of a trademark personality trait of mine."
The Lust-Imp scowled. "You do realize that you're siding with the same dumbass that wants your head? Or did you forget?"
"We've come to an agreement," Striker replied. His eyes darted towards Alastor. "I'm just siding with the folks that'll keep me alive by the end of it."
"Nice to know you're a coward."
"Not a coward. Smart. I know when to quit before I get killed. I ain't got a death wish."
The cowboy was quick to draw his gun, shooting the binding stamp out of his former partner's hand. George yelped, clutching his wrist. He growled.
"And like hell am I gonna let you, soul-bound with my little brother, ya asshole!"
George looked between the group at the entrance then to where the stamp was. There was no way that he was going to be able to take them on his own. He wasn't stupid. He had to get that stamp. There was only one way to ensure that they wouldn't be able to stop him. He snapped his fingers.
"My dear wedding guests. I believe it's time for us to exterminate these wedding crashers!"
With a snap of his fingers, the Goetia guest rose from their seats and went after IMP and their allies. Millie was quick to dodge an axe being swung at her head. An axe… that was being wielded by Glasya-Lobalas. She gulped as she continued to dodge his attacks.
"Glasya! Stop! Please!"
But the winged wolf demon did not. He was focused on doing what George commanded. She continued to duck and weave, to avoid the blade. Backflipping, running, grabbing anything she could get her hands on as the wolf swung at her. She managed to grab a metal pipe. Using it to block his attacks.
All while getting farther and farther away from the group until she was backed into a wall. Glasya raised his axe and was about to swing down…
…until another Goetia came flying at him, knocking him across the room.
"Huh?" Millie looked in confusion before seeing what had caused it.
Alastor, a crazed smile on his face, was singing around a Goetia like a baseball bat, hitting other Goetias and demons coming his way. The cannibal sinner laughed as he smacked each charging body, sending them flying across the room.
"Batter up, my fellow demons!" Al laughed, smacking another guest.
"Al! What the fuck?!" Angel scolded. "You're supposed to be saving the guests, not batting them into their next life!"
"No can do, my feminine harlot. I finally have a good excuse to punch a Goetia in the face! Can't let that opportunity go to waste!"
"Huh? He's right…" Blitzo paused, holding back his own Goetia attacker before punching the royal demon in the face.
"Blitz!" Stolas scolded. "This is my family! …Even if some of them do deserve it…"
"Come on! It'll be your chance to punch these assholes in the face and get away with it!" Blitzo said. "Don't you want to do it?"
"But Stella and Andrealphus aren't here…" the prince muttered. "Nor is my father…"
"Well your kid is having fun with it," stated Loona pointing over to where Octavia was currently beating one of her aunts with an umbrella.
"Octavia!"
"Oh, come on, dad! Let me have this!" The younger owl demon spoke up. "They're all stuck-up bitches!"
"Language!"
Stolas sighed, then yelped when a magical blast headed towards him. He barely managed to dodge out of the way, the end of his cape being singed. He panted, a hand on his heart. That was a close one! He looked to see where it came from. His face paled at the sight of his attacker.
…..King Vine.
King Vine was a lion demon, with his left arm a sentient snake. He controlled 36 Legions of demons. Lead to the rise of Witches in the human realm… and had been gifted with elemental magic.
"Oh no…."
He quickly scrambled out of the way as another magical blast was aimed at him. It left a burnt mark on the ground where the Owl Prince formerly was. Stolas quickly transformed into his demonic form, flying away.
This only caused the higher level Goetia to follow suit. Also taking into the sky after him. Stolas was by no means a fighter. He knew spells, but he avoided any physical confrontations. So, this was out of his element. Not to mention that Vine was a whole level above him in both status and power.
Truly, the only way to survive Vine's onslaught was to dodge and pray you were lucky enough not to get hit. Which was what Stolas did. Best to keep the controlled man away from his loved one until the pheromones wore off. Hopefully flying away will clear away his sense sooner than in the room. Hopefully.
Back in the room, Alastor was having fun attacking the guest freely. Until the Goetia he was using as a bat went limp. Drat. Looks like this one was spent. He tossed the demon away and ducked and dodged the remaining attacks, scanning to see who would be a good replacement bat.
And then a knife flew past his cheek, nicking it a bit.
Alastor's smile stilled as he lifted his gloved fingers to touch his cheek. He pulled it away.
Blood.
Glancing downwards, he faced his newest enemy.
Mimzy.
"I'm going to enjoy sinking my teeth into your flesh, you low-grade, filthy, sex-obsessed parasite," Al growled. "Especially when you force my dear Mimzy to face me."
Mimzy said nothing and pulled out several more knives from thin air. Many would underestimate her. With her small, busty size, sweet demeanor and the fact that she was a woman, not many would think that she was a threat.
But Alastor knew.
He knew all too well what she was capable of. He was quick to dodge from one of the weapons that was thrown at him. Only barely. The knife ended up cutting off some of the hair off the top of his head.
Any lower, and he would end up respawning a few days later. Not something he wanted to go through. Though how he was going to fight her without harm was going to be difficult. He wasn't quite sure what to do. His smile tightened in worry and concern as he twisted and ducked from her lunges.
"Mimzy! Darling, stop it! It's me, Alastor!"
The woman did not. Alastor dodged another flying knife, practically tripping over a chair. He had been avoiding using his powers on her. He didn't want to hurt his long-time friend. He nearly avoided another attack, this time his foot snagging one of the potted plants, resulting in him tumbling to the ground.
He saw a flash of her blonde hair, most likely her going to stab at him again. He quickly rolled out of the way. The clinking of the knife stabbing the ground ringing in his ears. He saw his shadow rising out of the ground, desperately trying to get the flapper's attention.
"Shadow! Restrain her!"
The sentient shadow did so. Diving into the woman's own shadow and wrapping around it. This resulted in the woman being unable to move. She struggled and thrashed as she tried to get out of her invisible bondage. Alastor took the moment to quickly scramble off the ground. Now he just had to keep her restrained until they can get her out of George's mind-controlling spell!
And…he knew of a way.
"Forgive me, Mimzy," Alastor sighed solemnly. He snapped his fingers and a record player came into existence. "But this is to free you so don't take this too personally."
He placed down the needle.
And Mimzy started screaming.
"The man in gauze, the man in gauze! King Ramses! The man in gauze, the man in gauze! The man in gauze!"
"AAAAAAHHHHHH! MAKE IT STOP!" Mimzy screamed, covering her ears.
"The man in gauze, the man in gauze! He's no Santa Claus! The man in gauze, the man in gauze!"
"What the fuck?!" Loona screamed, covering her own ears.
The fighting had stopped momentarily hearing the awful earworm. Many of them either covering their ears or looking around in confusion.
"The fuck kinda shit is that?" Angel demanded.
"Don't know!" Alastor grinned. "Saw it on one of Vox's picture boxes and made a record out of it! Horrible, ain't it?"
"Turn that shit off!"
"No can do! I need to leave this on so that sweet dear Mimzy will snap out of it!"
"Sadistic asshole!" Loona snapped at him.
"Thank you!"
George growled as he watched the battle before him. How the fuck where they holding their own against Goetias? Granted most of them were lower level, besides Zepar, Zagan and Vine. But everyone else? Lower than Prince Stolas. But surely, they had some fighting skills. They couldn't be all just lazy, spoiled rich brats, right?
"Four!"
Another Goetia flew across the room.
"That's a golf reference, Al."
"No, I mean that's the fourth Goetia I sent flying into that hole over there."
'Ugh, guess not.' George growled.
He searched around the room for the binding stamp but couldn't find it amongst the chaos of the room. He turned to Moxxie and the tiny demon next to him, the maid, Nifty or something?
"You. Find the binding stamp and bring it back." George commanded Niffty.
The woman nodded and jumped into the fray. George grabbed hold of Moxxie's arm tightly, making sure he couldn't leave if he broke free of his control or had one of those idiots grab him. The tiny one he could afford to lose or get hurt, but not Moxxie. Not until the binding was done.
Nifty was thankfully crafty and nimble, dodging every demon and each blow aimed at her. The binding stamp was small but light. And very easy to get knocked around. Nifty was having difficulty trying to catch the darn thing when it kept getting kicked around among the feet of the demons. Both intentionally and unintentionally.
Every time she was within arm's reach…
"Oh no you don't!" Sallie yelled before kicking the stamp across the room.
"For fuck sakes!" George shouted.
"Screw you, you creepy, sex-obsessed fucker!"
"You're not my type," George snarled back, his nails digging into Moxxie's arm.
Moxxie winced but said nothing. Just standing there as the chaos reigned around them. The Lust Imp's eyes narrowed. The Goetias were getting thrashed! Satan damn it! They were fucking everything up! Well… if you want to do something right, you have to do it yourself!
He managed to evade one of the other Goetias being thrown at him. Looks like it was time for him to pull out the big guns. He turned to Moxxie, gently cupping his chin.
"Moxxie, my sweet. These awful, horrible, terrible people are trying to ruin our big day. As you can see our guests are trying to save our special day, but they can't do it. I think it's up to you, love. Can you save our wedding?"
The smaller imp gave a dazed nod.
"Anything for you, dear."
The taller demon gave a vicious smirk.
"That's my foxxy Moxxie." He motioned to the battling demons. "Now… annihilate them."
"Ha! How'd you like that, you stupid, bir-ack!" Blitzo shrieked as a bullet grazed his cheek.
Everyone froze and turned to look at where the gunshot came from. Standing in the front, a stilted smile on his face, was Moxxie, holding a smoking pistol in his hand.
"Oh HELL NO! YOU ARE NOT USING MY EMPLOYEE OF THE MONTH TO ATTACK US!"
Moxxie put pressure on the trigger.
"DUCK!"
Everyone scrambled to find cover as Moxxie let out several shots to where they once stood. If it was one thing that Moxxie was… it was a damn good shot. They each had some very close calls. Fortunately, only knicks. But he could seriously injure them if they didn't come up with something fast!
Though in the scramble to hide, it led to some awkward hiding partners. With Millie, Blitz and Striker somehow ending up hiding together behind an overturned table.
"Oh… What are we gonna do?" Millie asked. "He's got Moxxie… mind controlled!"
The snake-imp peaked over the table. His brows furrowed as he thought.
"I'm the best shot out of us. I could try to shoot the gun out of his hands."
"Or we could wait until he runs out of bullets?" Loona suggested.
"This is MOXXIE we're talking about! We could give him a tiny pistol and he'd still take out a gang with it alone. He's not wasting bullets."
"So, what do you suppose we do?!" Octavia argued.
"Really? Hiding behind the furniture like a coward, eh Millie?" George taunted.
Sallie quickly grabbed onto Millie. "Don't! You wanna give that fucker a clear shot?! He's just trying to rile you up!"
"She's right," the Lust imp chuckled. "Then again, it's pretty easy. Millie doesn't have the best control over her emotions, does she? And yet your folks call Moxxie the emotional one."
Millie growled, struggling slightly under her sister's grip. "Again, he wants you to lose control!"
"And it's not hard to do."
"A little help?!" Butch hissed.
"Allow me, handsome," said Angel Dust before popping out his extra arms and a tommygun. "Alright fucker time to-"
Just as he was about to shoot, Moxxie had moved into his line of shot, resulting in Millie, Blitz, Striker and Alastor to cry out "NO!" at the same time.
Thankfully, the deer demon was quick to summon up some shadows to take the hit. It didn't cause them any harm, since they were shadows. The Overlord snarled as he got into the spider's face.
"Confound it, Angel! You could've killed my son!"
"It's not my fault he got into my line of shot!"
Striker frowned, tail rattling.
"Damn it. He's going to use Moxxie as a meat-shield. We can't get to the fucker without him getting in harm's way."
"Found the stamp!" Nifty called out, holding up said object.
"Fuck!" Blitzo yelled.
"Alright, time to take things seriously. Shadow, would you mind?" Alastor called out.
The Shadow gave out a static laugh before melting into the ground and slithering towards the cyclops sinner's shadows. Without explanation, or a word, the shadow tossed Niffty's shadow across the room, which cause Niffty to be tossed across the room as well.
"Aah!" She cried out, struggling against the shadow's hold. "Let me go!"
"Dammit!" George snarled.
Striker took this as the opportunity to charge out.
"Striker!" Millie exclaimed.
The serpent-like imp weaved through the crowd, narrowly missing the bullets that were shot at him. Striker took a swing at him, but his younger brother managed to block it, sending a kick to his stomach. The older imp wheezed.
Fuck that hurt! But no time to dwell on the pain. The thespian had aimed the gun at him. Striker jumped out of the way. Moxxie shot another bullet at him. It barely missed the paler imp's head. Any closer and he could be dead.
But this was a risk he was willing to take.
"What is that idiot doing?" Lin demanded. "He's going to get himself killed!"
"No he won't." said Alastor.
"Hey! My gun!" yelled Moxxie at the ground. Al's shadow had grabbed hold of the gun's shadow and yanked it out of Moxxie's hand, tossing it out of reach. Soon after Striker grabbed Moxxie and pulled him away from George.
"...if you could do that all this time, why the fuck didn't you do that earlier?!" Blitzo yelled at the deer man.
"Again, I finally had a good excuse to punch a Goetia in the face. Wasn't going to waste that opportunity."
This resulted in the group facepalming.
Up in the air, Stolas was doing his best to keep evading King Vine's attack. Whether they be fireballs, blasts of water, literal boulders being hurled at his head or vines whipping towards him, he's been lucky to avoid the attacks.
While Stolas wasn't the most sociable or popular of the Goetias, he did have one thing.
He was smart.
So, while up in the air, he had been able to think of a plan.
Find Zepar, Asmodeus and the sister of George. Oh, and maybe the Princess too.
If anyone would be able to stop the mind-control spell, it would be them. He did a horizontal spin as he dodged another fireblast from the older Goetia. They were weaving through the many buildings of the city. Was it safe to do so in the city?
Probably not. But what choice did the owl prince have?
Not much.
The only good thing was that the city was 90% sinners. Unless it was a direct attack by Vine or an angel, they would survive. Thankfully it looks like the city was pretty empty. Guess the sinners took shelter when Rosie's group went out searching. Good.
Stolas weaved in and out through the various buildings, alleyways and vehicles, narrowly missing each hit as it landed. The air smelled of burning concrete and rubber. Didn't help that the dust was kicking up into the area around them.
He didn't know how much longer he could keep this up. He wasn't the most physical fit of the Goetias. He felt his lungs were on fire. But he had to keep going. He continued to frantically look for the others. It was when he noticed a very familiar being.
Asmodeus! Oh thank the dark lord!
And… Charlie! Oh Charlie was there too! Perfect!
"Charlie! Asmodues!"
Unfortunately at that moment, Vine had sent another fire blast at him. He tried to dodge it, but the lack of physical endurance, the exhaustion of fleeing, and a miscalculated turn resulted in his wing suffering the damage of the burn. He gave a screech of pain, quickly dropping from the air.
The pain was so bad, that he had ended up transformed out of his demonic form. Helplessly falling through the air. He branched himself for a hard and very painful crash…
Only to not have that.
"Little prince, you don't have to literally fall for me," joked Ozzie.
"Ugh, I'd rather have the crash." Stolas groaned.
"Prince Stolas! What is going…AH!" Charlie yelped, sidestepping a blast of fire to her feet.
"What the fuck?!" Vaggie grabbed Charlie and pulled her behind her.
"My, my, is that dear old Viney? Why is he so angry?" Ozzie asked. "Did he get rejected again?"
"No! Vine is under control-" Stolas tried to get out.
Another fire blast was aimed at them. Ozzie huffed and merely batted away the attack, letting the nearby building take the hit. Fizz gave an overly dramatic swoon into Micole's arms while Verosika complained about the heat damaging her hair.
Stolas looked unamused. Even though it was fact, he hated the fact that sins were so overly powerful that they could just bat a King's attack like it was nothing. Meanwhile his back still stung from the last attack.
Micole nonchalantly dropped the robotic-limped imp, causing him to yelp at the drop. She cautiously stepped forward, looking concerned.
"Why… is King Zine attacking?" She asked, looking up at Stolas. "Did… something happen…?"
The younger Ars Goetia didn't want to tell her. She was already facing so much. But… he didn't want to lie to her either. Especially since this was her sibling causing all this trouble.
"Your… brother has… done something to the guests at the hotel. He's… mind-controlled them all somehow. I-" He grunted in pain, clutching his arm. "I… don't know if it's… a-a spell or… something else. But… he's… he's got Moxxie under his… control as well…"
Charlie gasped in horror.
"Oh no! If it's a spell, it could take HOURS to try and find a counter spell or potion!"
"We don't have that kind of time." Vaggie spoke up. "This is just like what happened to Elli. And we have even less time than we did with her spell!"
The Princess gripped her face.
"Oh what do we do? What do we do? We need a plan!"
Fizzarolli, who was grumbling from the female Lust-imp dropping him, stood up, dusting himself off.
"If he is, then who's back there trying to stop George?"
"My… My dear Blitzy, Millie a-and her family. Along with Alastor and a few of the…" A pained suck of air from the owl demon. "Others. And my daughter."
"But isn't the place filled with Goetia who came to the wedding?"
"Yes, but if I remember correctly, most of the ones that agreed to come don't exactly have tactical or battle training," replied Ozzie. "Most either do office work or live off their parents' wealth."
"So Alastor can take care of them?" Vaggie questioned.
"Possible. It's not like controlling them will turn them into battle hardened warriors," the sin checked his nails. "The most they could do is maybe land a decent punch."
"Soooo no worry?" Charlie said.
"Big worry!" Stolas gasped in pain. "Th-There's still… Zagan… Glasya a-and Zine!"
Micole and Verosika cried out in surprise when a blast of water was sent hurtling towards them.
"Watch it!" The popstar snapped at the lion-Goetia. "This dress is dry-clean only!"
"We need to find out how to snap him out of his mind-control!" The moth-sinner interjected. "We need to capture him to do so!"
"How!? He's a Goetia! " Micole exclaimed. "The only ones who are powerful enough to outrank him is Princess Charlie and Asmodeus!"
"Got them."
"Huh?!"
Ozzie held up a tied up Zagan, Glasya and Zine in what looked like bondage rope.
"...not even gonna ask why you had that on you," said Vaggie.
"Or how you managed to get the other two when they were at the hotel..." Stolas added.
"For when the mood demands it," Ozzie smirked.
"Okay. Well…that takes care of one problem." replied Charlie.
"It helps that they are covered in my pheromones so it's easier to place them under my control."
"Pheromones?" Micole raised an eyebrow.
"Yes. Most likely your brother used one of my heighten pheromones pills. Guarantee to elevate one's scent to those of yours truly. Or maybe he used the spray version."
"You actually sell shit that makes demons control others with their scent?!" The one eye sinner hissed.
"Oh no! Not control, just temporary seduce…"
"That gives off so many red flags…"
"It wasn't meant to do this!" Ozzie waved towards the tied up kings. "It was only meant to help a hapless demon score better. And these aren't cheap either. Though these do seem stronger and more concentrated than the ones I normally sell…"
"How do we snap them out of it?!" Stolas interrupted.
"Just let them clear their heads out here until the scent dilutes."
"That's going to take too long!" Micole interjected. "If my brother is using his pheromones, then he's going to make sure that he keeps it up until Moxxie is his!"
Verosika rolled her eyes at her.
"Oh please, you of all people should know that it has to take its course. Didn't they teach you that in school? That should've been one of the first lessons they teached in biology."
Fizzarolli glared at the succubus, seeing the hurt look on the Lust-imp's face. He quickly wrapped his arms around her shoulders.
"Micole doesn't have pheromones. So no. She doesn't know about that."
The King of Lust peered down at the imp.
"You just get more interesting the more I learn about you, little one."
Micole glared up at him.
"Maybe try talking to me rather than stalking outside my cafe behind the mailbox across the street like a creep. Without the disgusting sex talk."
"Can we please focus on how we're going to stop George?" Vaggie pleaded. "We need to spend this time wisely to figure out a way to undo the pheromones!"
"Well there isn't much we can do in regards to the pheromones until the effects wear off. As for George, best we apprehend him to prevent him from continuing the pheromones outpouring. And maybe finger out how he got his hands on such a high concentration of my pills."
"What about Stolas?" Charlie asked.
"No need to worry about me. I can continue. Plus I need to check on my daughter."
"Are you sure?" the princess asked again but the prince waved her off.
"Yes, yes, I need to get to Octavia."
"How are we going to get there so quickly?" Verosika asked. "I doubt driving would do anything. Traffic is a bitch at this hour!"
Charlie grinned.
"Magic!"
"Hon…. Didn't your dad… prohibit you from your magic for some reason?"
The blonde demoness gave an embarrassed chuckle.
"Oh yea… I forgot…" Charlie weakly chuckled. "Okay, plan B!"
Charlie let out a loud whistle that echoed in the air. A few seconds later a racing limo came to a screeching halt a few inches away from the group. The driver's window rolled down and out popped out Razzle and Dazzle's heads.
"Hey guys! Thanks for getting here quickly. Take us to the hotel! Break as many traffic laws as you need to!" Charlie ordered.
"Are you sure these two are even capable of driving? Without crashing and killing us all?" Verosika questioned.
"Shut up and just get in," Vaggie barked, shoving the group into the back.
"Step on it guys!"
Razzle gave a thumbs up and motioned Dazzle to put weight into the pedal, sending the vehicle soaring down the road. The goat demons weaving and swerving through traffic. Verosika and Ozzie yelped at the speed. Charlie gripped the arm rest. Vaggie held on to Charlie.
Fizz was laughing.
As for Micole…
"...At least this is smoother than Fizz's or my brother's driving."
"Moxxie come on, snap out of it!" Striker pleaded to the smaller imp. "This isn't-ow! You should be-OW! STOP KICKING AND BITING ME!"
"Don't worry, I know how to wake him up!" stated Blitzo, pulling the struggling Moxxie off Striker. Then proceeded to start slapping him.
"WAKE UP YOU MIND CONTROLLED LITTLE TWINK!" yelled Blitzo.
This resulted in a punch in the face.
"Ow! You little fucker!" Blitzo dropped him. "If you scar my beautiful face, I'm putting you on message duty for the next century. Wearing a maid outfit!"
"What?" Striker looked at him weirdly.
"Shut up. He has the ass for it. HEY!" Blitzo tackled Moxxie again. "Oh no you don't you ain't leaving."
"Good! Hold him while I make minced meat Lust Imp!" roared Millie as went after George.
He sneered and snapped his finger. Nifty appeared in front of the charging Wrath imp and pulled out a comically large hammer. Millie narrowly missed as the maid slammed her weapon down on the ground, leaving a crater behind.
Husk flew over, grabbing the smaller Sinner.
"Niffty! Snap out of i-" He let out a pained yowl as she elbowed him in the face. "Sonofabitch!"
"Will you all just kill them already!?" The male lust-imp shouted. "Moxxie! Get your ass in gear!"
Blitz and Striker did their best to keep the weapons expert down. But with how much he was fighting against them, it looked like they were about to get their asses kicked.
"We…Urg. We need to get him… far enough… away from George!" The cowboy spoke up, dodging a kick to his head. "We need to… shit! We need to snap him back to his senses!"
"Shadow!" Alastor called out.
A black puddle materialized underneath Moxxie!s hooves before sucking him underneath.
"Done."
"What the fuck?!"
"Calm down, he's fine." Al waved off. "This is far from the first time Moxxie has traveled through the shadows."
George couldn't believe it. The fucking asshole! He snapped at the remaining Goetias that were still standing.
"Find him! Find Moxxie!" He pointed at Dantalion. "You! Contain them!"
"Where did you send him!?" Millie asked the stag. "We can't allow them to find him!"
Alastor was about to respond, when a sudden strand of chains wrapped around Lin and Joe, then pulled them towards where Dantalion was standing.
"Ma! Pa!" Their kids cried out in alarm.
Loona yelped as she dodged another string of chains that were sent. Unfortunately for her, they had wrapped around her ankle, pulling her towards the Goetia.
"Fuck!"
"Loonie!"
Blitz ran over to grab her hands to pull her to safety. But the chains were too strong, yanking her out of his grip.
"Nooo! My baby!"
One by one, they all started to get captured. Fighting off Dantelion's attacks. But each time, he'd end up over powering them. Blitz, Millie's siblings, Angel Dust, Husk….Before long, Striker realized they were fighting a losing battle. He quickly ducked behind the fountain.
"Alastor!" The deer demon looked over at him as the imp continued to speak. "I need you to send me to Moxxie! Now! I have a plan!"
"And what plan is that!?" Millie demanded, dodging another attack.
"No time! Just send me!"
"Oh alright!" Alastor snapped his fingers and the snake imp disappeared into the ground.
"Is he gonna be fine? Like he just went into the shadows," asked Butch.
"It is a pocket dimension. Wait, you might not understand that concept. It's a big room that they can stand and breathe in. I think that's better."
"If that was an insulting jab, I swear to Satan…"
"Al! Watch out!"
The Radio Demon's head jerked at the warning. Coming towards him was a magic blast. He moved to twirl away- only to be a few seconds to slow as he was encased in a giant magical bubble.
"Oh blast it!" He swore, kicking the bubble in hopes to get free. "Not a bubble!"
No matter what he tried, kicking, punching, trying to use his magic, nothing would break it! Once all of our remaining heroes were captured, George sauntered over to the tied up group. Millie snarled at him.
"No good, fuckin' cock-suckin' backstabbin'-!"
"Yeah, yeah, grip all you want," George scoffed. "And thanks again for destroying this lovely wedding with your brutish ways."
He waved over to the unconscious and battered Goetia guests strewn across the torn apart wedding hall.
"Rose will be so disappointed in your action," he finished.
"I'm sure she'll be fine to know it was because I saw trying to save her son from being married off to a scum-sucking, backstabbing…!"
"We get it, get some new insults while you're at it," George muttered. Then turned to Alastor. "I'd like my groom back."
"And I'd like to be released and to have you served with a nice side of gumbo," he snarked back. "But it looks like neither of us will be getting what we want."
"Charming as always, Alastor. But if you're not going to cooperate nicely…"
"Wait, you actually thought that I would have?"
"Then I'll do it on my own."
"Should have done that from the start instead of looking like a melodramatic, idiot villain."
George growled but snapped his fingers. Dantalion stood up straighter before lunging, and grabbing, at Alastor's shadow. The Shadow hissed and clawed at the many-masked faced Goetia, but he was unaffected. Alastor may be a powerful Sinner, but he would always be weaker compared to the likes of the Royals. And his shadows couldn't compare.
"Contain it."
Dantalion summoned up a box, blue, black, green, with an ancient cosmic aesthetic. It looked like a jewelry box. The magic-using Goetia opened the box, causing Alastor's shadow to get trapped inside of it.
A shriek of Radio feed erupted from Alastor.
"SHADOW!"
George growled at Alastor.
"Moxxie. Or the Shadow perishes."
The Radio Demon glared at him. This was looking more dire than he expected. He at least had comfort in one thing…
There were others out there that could stop him. And Moxxie was safe from George's claws. He hoped that Striker imp knew what he was doing….
"Moxxie!" Striker yelled out into the seemingly endless void. "Moxxie? Where are ya?"
"Ow, here, don't yell. Screaming in dad's shadow void always echoes double its volume."
Turning around, Striker spotted the imp slowly walking towards him, hands rubbing his side. He…looked back to normal. At least not under George's mind control. But he had to make sure.
"Are you…you?" he asked warily.
"If you're asking if I'm under George's control, then no. I never was," Moxie answered.
"Oh good. Wait! What do you mean you were never under George's control?!"
"I was acting under George's control so I could attack him when he became vulnerable. Though I didn't know you guys would crash the wedding when you did."
"The bullets…?"
"Rubber. I switched them when George wasn't looking."
The serpent-imp stared at him. This whole time they thought he was in trouble… when he actually wasn't! So their rescue attempt was all for nothing!?
"Wh-When? How-!? You-!"
Moxxie sat down, patting the ground in front of him. A cue for the taller imp to sit down.
"I think I better fill you in on my plan."
"You got a plan for taking down George?"
"Yep. I'm gonna have to deviate from my original plan but if you can give me a hand, then George won't ever be a problem again."
"...alright, what'cha got?"
There you all are!
Hope were able to live up the the high expectations you all have for us.
Probably not as good as the Millie fight in S2E3, but hopefully it was just as entertaining! Also forgive us for our bad action scenes. Not exactly our strongest writing style. 😅
But other than that, we all hope you enjoy the chapter, and we'll see you in the next one!
