Striker and Blitzo make a deal with their exes to get their parking space back and things happen!

Vol 4: Spring Broken

"Hey, Strikes! Are you, Kore, and Seth off to the races?" Blitzo joked as he drove his gray I.M.P. van with Striker riding his horse next to his vehicle.

"It wouldn't be the first, Blitz nor would it be the last," Striker replied.

"We'll race ya!" Seth challenged playfully.

"Oh, it's on, buddy!" Blitzo smirked.

Kore laughed, finding her son's and boss's playful banter amusing.

Striker used his tail to strike Bombproof's flank, urging him to go faster. "If I win, turn the music down!" he called to Blitzo.

But Blitzo caught up to him. "But if I win-"

Before he could continue with his comeback, a pink car parked into his company parking spot. "Holy shit!" He slammed on the brakes and skidded to a stop. He turned off the radio and read the license plate, which read "SUCKS-4-LIFE".

"Oh, you 'suck for life', do ya?!" Blitzo pulled out a megaphone and yelled into it. "Listen up, you unoriginal pink cum dump! You have three goddamn seconds to get your tits out of my parking spot!"

As he said this, the figure stepped out of her vehicle with a frown upon her face. Another one stepped out of hers, too.

Blitzo stopped to recognize the former's face. "Oh shit! Verosika!"

Verosika blew a pink bubblegum, which popped. "Blitzo," she said, pronouncing his name as spelled.

"Samantha?" Striker gasped.

The other figure looked just as annoyed as Verosika. "Striker."

The other figure in question had long jet-black hair with wavy pigtails, a short black top with red, short puffed sleeves and white lace, a mini gray skirt with black leggings, and slightly long black high-heeled boots. She also had black cat ears and a cat tail and had green eyes.

"Samantha, what the hell are you doing in our parking spot?" Striker demanded.

"I made a new friend and together we're going to spend the week here during spring break." Samantha gestured towards the pink succubus with baby pink hair with hot pink highlights.

"The one who used to know Blitz?"

"Yeah. We were both hurt by those who we thought cared about us, but now we're living more peacefully." Samantha flipped her hair in the air.

"Oh, you haven't changed a bit!" Striker growled.

"Aww, Striker, you mad?" Samantha sassed, "Are you going to run off instead of helping someone else to find a home for an orphan? Ridicule children for their looks and betray my trust when I helped you escape from the overlords from your past?!"

"Dammit, woman, you can't let that go, can you?"

"You have no idea how long it takes to get over that, asshole." Samantha flipped him off as she left him.

The succubus who left Blitzo saw a mother and son, who caught her eye. "Ooooh, isn't your son cute, pretty lady?" She touched Seth's cheeks making him slightly uncomfortable.

Before Kore could stop Verosika, the latter was pushed aside by a cat looking lady.

"Verosika, give them their space," she scolded.

"Yeah, hands off my wife and son!" Striker shouted.

"Oooh, aren't you attractive?" Verosika purred, but Striker backed away.

Samantha ignored them and turned to Seth and Kore. "Sorry, personal space isn't exactly in her…um…" She struggled to find the right words.

"I'm Kore and this is my son, Seth," Kore told her.

"Hello." Seth waved at her.

"So you must be Striker's son and Striker's wife."

Seth and Kore nodded.

"Samantha, talk to me right now!" Striker snapped.

Upon hearing the nasty tone, a figure about Samantha's size stepped towards him. "Do we have a problem, cowboy?" she asked.

The said figure was a light pink succubus with long, wavy purple hair, a red heart on her forehead, a black heart on her tail, a navy blue overall-like top with cropped sleeves, a black skirt with gray stockings and black high heels. In her arms was a hellhound pup.

All Striker could say was, "Uh, no."

"It sure sounded like you talked shit to my boss," the purple haired succubus returned.

"Yeah, meet my new succubus bodyguard, Tara," Samantha told him with a smug grin, "Unlike you she treats children with respect." She patted the hellhound pup's head before leaving and giving Striker the finger. "Ciao, cocksucker."

Striker watched the trio go with an angry sigh. "I wasted time with a total bitch like her."

"Tell me about it," Blitzo agreed.

"No, that's not what happened," Kore corrected, "I saw what happened between you two and I know why she hated you so much."

"What happened, Mom?" Seth asked.

This question left her hesitant. She had no idea what to tell him at first. All that came out was, "I'll tell you when you're ready."

"Let's just drop it!" Blitzo said.

"Yeah, you said it," Striker agreed.

…

On their way to the office, Kore began to think about the stuff that Verosika had just told her. Why would Verosika despise Blitzo so much? What did it have to do with everything that she mentioned to him? It was something that they were curious about.

Suddenly, it dawned on her.

When Blitzo and Verosika used to date, it was a case of untrustworthiness between the two. Which in turn may presumably be the reason why he left her to pay for the hotel, stole her car, and rode to Wrath for horse riding lessons. Either way, she didn't know whether to feel sorry for either ex at the moment.

But whatever the case, Kore knew she'd have to tell her son what happened between Samatha and Striker eventually. Maybe when her husband wasn't around to hear it.

Seth was walking beside his mother when he accidentally bumped into something.

"Ow," the figure said.

"Sorry," Seth apologized.

"It's okay. It didn't hurt bad." The figure turned out to be the hellhound pup from earlier. Kore smiled as she watched her son make a new friend.

However, her husband didn't share her enthusiasm, knowing Dexter was associated with his ex-friend.

"Dexter likes your son, Miss," Tara told Kore.

"Okay," Striker said, pushing Seth and Kore away from Tara and Dexter, his anger turning to Tara. "Where's your bitchy boss?"

Tara flinched. She didn't like the way he spoke about her boss/friend, but did her best to avoid snapping at him. "She's in the room with Verosika and her other crew."

"Then why aren't you in there with them?"

Tara shrugged. "I don't know. Vortex and I have a similar role with our employers." She started to walk away. "Sorry, cowboy."

Striker silently growled. "Don't even think about it, bitch," he seethed quietly.

Kore didn't say a word. As she began to think of what to do next or what to say, her mind went back to Samantha. Maybe if they could reason with her…just maybe…everything may be sorted out like civilized demons.

Finally she spoke, getting Striker's attention, "Hey, Striker, how about Seth and I talk to Samantha?"

Striker thought for a moment before letting out an angry sigh. "Alright, fine, Kore, but you and Seth will be quick about it."

"Okay, Dad," Seth told him.

Tara smiled politely to the mother and son and led them to the office she told Striker about. To Vortex, she asked, "Tex, can you watch Dexter for me? It won't be long."

Vortex nodded. "You got it." He carried Dexter. This impressed both Blitzo and Loona how a big hellhound can actually be so fond of children.

Once at the door, Tara knocked on it, alerting Samantha, who opened it.

"Come in, guys," Samantha told them warmly.

Tara came in with Seth and Kore just in case Verosika and her crew did anything to hurt them. Even Samantha wouldn't like it if Verosika and her crew tried anything with Seth and Kore.

"Oooh, are they the ones working with that limp dick boss?" Verosika asked.

"Yes, but for now, they're with me," Tara said assertively as she and Samantha guarded the mother and son, "And they're not here to satisfy your so-called needs, okay?"

"Is this about the parking space, Tara?"

"I'm afraid so."

"If so, Blitzo is going to have to go through me."

"I'm sure he would, but just go."

Verosika left the scene, waving her hands to her crew. "Come on." When she said this, their attention was turned to "something else".

"Thank you, Tara," Kore said, sighing with relief that they weren't going to satisfy Verosika's "twisted fantasy needs".

"Anything for a mother and son."

"Anyway, it's about our parking spot and we'd appreciate it if you would give it back to us, please."

Samantha paced around the room, pondering on what Kore just said. "Hmm…You seem to be the wife and son of that ass of a father and husband, but…on the other hand, I'd like to have a word with him. Tell him I said that."

"Thanks," said Seth as Tara escorted him and his mother out of the room.

Out of the room, someone panted out of the room, covered in lipstick.

"Mox?!" Kore and Seth exclaimed, shocked that his friend received unwanted love from someone other than Millie.

He was walking down the halls, exhausted. "I'm gonna lie down now."

"Dad, someone wants to talk to you," Seth whispered.

"Oh, she does, does she?" Striker said with resentment.

"Oh, this. Won't. STAND!" Blitzo snapped, finding out that his employee was sexually assaulted.

He burst in the room with Striker and Kore behind him.

"Alright, *****!" Blitzo's shout alerted Verosika and her succubi and incubi crew to have his full attention. "That's it!"

Striker, on the other hand, was more assertive. "Okay, Blitz," he said, pushing him aside. "I've got this." Striker cleared his throat. "Alright, what he was trying to say was something you should know why we're here." Turning to Samantha, he added, "Oh, and Samantha, I was told that you wanted to have a word with me."

"Yes, but I tried to stop Verosika and her gang from attacking your coworker. I swear to Satan that I did."

"Oh, did you?"

"Yes."

"I don't believe a word of it."

"Striker, please," Kore hissed.

"Not now, Kore."

"Alright, you guys," Verosika said, advancing herself towards Striker and Kore, "If bet you and Blitzo can't off as we can fuck by the end of the day."

"Where's your son, cowboy?" one succubus asked.

"I want to kiss him," an incubus said.

"Leave him out of this," Kore told them.

"Your hubby's quite a catch, lady," Verosika told her.

"But I'm happily married, Sugar," Striker protested and before she could go any further, he reached for his pistol, aiming it at the succubus trying to seduce him and his wife.

"Get away from them, succubitch!" Blitzo raged, but Samantha managed to nudge Verosika aside.

"Verosika, enough!" Samantha scolded, "You had your fun when I tried to stop you and your gang from assaulting Blitz's employee."

Verosika let out an angry sigh. "Fine, Blitzo. If you win, you can get your stupid parking space back, but if I win, I can do whatever the fuck I want with your cowboy employee, his wife, and son."

Kore and Samantha gasped, but Blitzo and Striker snarled darkly at the succubus.

Sighing, Blitzo and Striker reluctantly agreed. "Game on, bitch," they said in unison to both Samantha and Verosika.

…

"Alright, shut your assholes! Here's how we're gonna do this shit! First, we find a fuck ton of clients..." Kore, Seth, and Striker paid no attention to Blitzo's announcement since Striker was polishing his blessed weapons, Seth was listening to music, and Kore was watching the two.

Striker paused his work and asked Seth, "Hey, Seth, what are you listening to?"

"The song is called 'My World is Burning Down Around Me' by Fuck You Dad," Seth answered, making Striker gasp in shock and anger, finding it insulting, but Seth clarified, "It's a band."

"Oh, I see." Striker resumed weapon polishing.

"Anyone have any questions?" Blitzo asked.

"Is there a way I can come with you guys this time?" Loona asked.

Blitzo shook his head with a frown. "Absolutely not, I forbid it. Not gonna happen. Sorry sweetie, spring break is no place for young, vulnerable goth girls. You know the kind of FREAKS up there who'd drool all over you!"

"Well, I can blend in with the humans easily enough. Just let me tag along."

"Wait, say that again."

"I can blend in...?"

"Do you have a human disguise?" Millie asked.

"Yeah, don't you?"

"My son and I do," Kore assured her.

"Yeah."

Loona nodded. "Oh, so that won't be a problem." Then she looked at Striker, Moxxie, Millie, and Blitzo as if they'd been touched in the head. "The rest of you four have been screwing around this whole fucking time without human disguises?!"

"Okay, new plan!" Blitzo quickly drew a crude drawing of Loona and the rest of the imps. "Loonie can help lure the humans to us and we'll take care of the rest. Okay, how about that?"

"Flawless logic." Millie grinned.

"Blitz, I think you're missing the biggest issue," Seth pointed out.

"Isn't it crucial to have a client who demands enough kills to win this bet?" Kore finished.

"Yeah, we're not just going to go on some massacre," Moxxie added.

"I got that covered, guys," Blitzo assured them.

…

With one crudely drawn, bad grammar flier (as Moxxie called it), Blitzo and the gang managed to get a ton of clients. Now that the flier got a bunch of clients, they were at a human beach. Kore and Seth were already in their human forms, which Loona was undeniably impressed by.

"Damn, looking great guys," Loona complimented.

"Thanks," Seth said.

Loona herself turned herself into a human.

"Beautiful," Kore complimented. Even her son was amazed.

Loona eyed the list of humans she needed to lure, so the rest of the gang could kill the selected targets without being detected.

Almost the whole time, Striker used his blessed tipped rifle to off the humans on the list.

Kore borrowed his blessed pistol and Seth borrowed his blessed tipped knife.

Striker was still a bit traumatized by the experience with Verosika, but Kore put her understanding hand on his shoulder.

"Don't let it get you down, sweetie," Kore encouraged.

"Mom's right, you still have us to encourage you," Seth told his father.

Striker looked back at his son and wife with a smile. "Okay."

BANG!

Kore gave her husband a thumbs up and shot a lady in the back.

By evening, they got at least nine kills in the bag.

Scratch that! Make that one more! Seth threw the blessed knife he borrowed from his father on a chunky man's head.

"Good aim, buckaroo!" Striker chuckled.

"Thanks, Dad!"

"Now, that's ten kills in the bag and thanks to you, Seth!" Blitzo told Seth with a wink. "I like to see that waily snatch orgasm that many-"

But he was cut off by a familiar shout, "Alright, spring breakers!" Out of pink smoke came Verosika Mayday in her human form with a bottle of beelzlejuice. "Y'all ready to get fucked up and make some bitchin' bad choices?!"

The crowd cheered wildly for her and started to act strange.

Seeing his ex on stage with the sign saying, "FUCK YOU, BLITZO!", Blitzo growled, frothing his mouth like a rabid dog.

There was another woman on stage with long black hair with wavy pigtails in her human disguise with a black cat ear headband to compliment her hair and cat form. She wore a turquoise blue top tied at the bottom, revealing her belly button, a long lilac purple skirt, and black boots. The back of her skirt slightly resembled her tail in her cat form.

She gestured at the sign that said, "FUCK YOU, STRIKER!"

Striker snarled at the sign, knowing who the perpetrator was.

When Verosika and Samantha started to sing, something covered Seth's eyes.

"What?"

"Don't look, son," Kore told him.

Striker smiled gratefully at his wife.

"Goddammit! That bitch started her goadish mating call!" Blitzo ranted, "Now she's gonna win all these sex maniacs! We gotta pick things up, guys!" He gestured toward a vomiting blonde man. "Is he on the list, Loonie?"

"Loona?" Kore asked, knowing she wasn't listening to Blitzo.

"Huh? Yeah... I-I think so." Her eyes were on Verosika's hellhound in his human form.

Blitzo cut the blonde man's skull.

"Alright, next one, Loonie, come on... Loonie? Wait, where-" Blitzo turned around to see that his hellhound was no longer there and panicked as he frantically looked around his surroundings. "Where's my baby?!"

Kore uncovered Seth's eyes. "Blitz, look!" they said simultaneously, pointing to Loona.

As Blitzo made his way to the hellhounds, Striker told his wife and son that he could join Moxxie and Millie, while the former two found more kills.

Below the stage, Seth and Kore saw Tara and Dexter in their human forms, so they walked towards them.

"Hi, Tara is it?" Kore asked as she and her son approached the purple-haired lady and the boy.

"Yep, that's me, Tara." Tara nodded. "I heard you guys are the wife and son of my boss's ex friend."

"Sorry about that," said Seth.

"No, flesh and blood is important. Her beef isn't mine, so I'm not paid to worry about it."

"Oh, I didn't tell you my name," Kore said, "I'm Kore and this is my son, Seth."

"Pleased to see you again, Tara." Seth waved.

"And I'm Dexter," the boy told Seth, "People call me 'Dex.'"

Seth smiled. "That's cool. I wish I had friends outside of work."

"Me, too," Kore said.

"And... we've lost him," Moxxie said, referring to Blitzo going between the hellhounds. "It's looking like it's up to us to handle this list."

Striker looked in the same direction Moxxie was talking about. "You can say that again, Mox."

"Hell yeah!" Millie's cheerful voice brought their attention to her. "Team S, M n M getting shit done, makin' the money!"

Having said that, she and the male imps went to do more killing.

…

"Strike, can you check to see how Kore and Seth are doing while I find Moxxie?" Millie asked Striker, looking around to find Moxxie, who was nowhere to be found.

"Can do, Mildred!" Striker said as he made his way to find his son and wife.

However, when he found Seth and Kore, he realized they were with his enemies.

"Sorry to interrupt, Miss," Striker apologized to Tara.

"No, we were just talking, cowboy," Tara replied calmly.

"Well, your talking is dangerous!"

"Dad, the humans are going to notice!" Seth said through clenched teeth.

"Well, I noticed you were talking to people associated with Samantha!"

"Calm down, buster!" Tara scolded, having enough with the cowboy's temper.

"Keep out of this!"

"Striker, for fuck's sake, we saw no one else on the list!" Kore snapped.

"Are we not allowed to have any friends outside of work?" Seth demanded.

"Yeah, but not anyone who's friends with my worst enemy!"

"Striker, you know damn well that you were the one in the wrong and I have the video to prove it!"

"There's no point in judging people before you get to know them, so I suggest you keep an open mind! I've learned that from Mom!"

Seth and Kore looked away from Striker, who started to soften his expression, which turned from anger to regret. His son's words reminded him of a time when Kore decided to leave him when he wanted nothing to do with his unborn child.

Striker sighed. "Alright. If you need me, I'll find Mildred." He went to find Millie.

"Fuck, that was intense," Tara said, "Are you guys alright?"

"Yes, my husband can be a…hard ass," Kore said, putting her hand to the back of her head.

"But he'll get over it eventually," Seth added.

Tara chuckled. "That was bold of you to stick up for yourselves, nevertheless. It takes guts."

Kore and Seth nodded in acceptance.

…

When Striker found Millie, she was already hugging Moxxie, who looked apparently drunk.

"I found him in a beer barrel," Millie told him.

Striker pinched the bridge of his nose at Moxxie's heavily drunken state. "Well, that explains a lot," he said, "Good thing my son and wife don't drink that stuff."

Suddenly, something shot up from the ocean. The cowboy imp and the small female imp turned to see it was a giant fish monster emerging from the sea, roaring, causing people to run away in panic and the two imps to flinch with Moxxie unfazed in his drunken state.

"Holy shit!" Kore gasped, seeing the monster.

"It's fishzilla!" Seth panicked, Tara and Dexter led them to safety.

"Ooooh! Fish!" Moxxie said excitedly and was wrapped up by a large, slippery tongue and was brought inside its mouth.

Striker turned to see a nearby chubby man drinking out of a cocktail and signaled Millie to off the man.

Millie got out her knife and stabbed him.

She took his shirt off and hastily wrapped it around the bottle. She found a match and lit it, setting it on fire. With no hesitation, she threw it at the monster.

KABOOM!

A loud explosion from the Molotov Cocktail made the monster begin to stumble for a bit and fall backwards into the ocean, causing a large wave to tower over the residents of the beach.

The two climbed up to pry the monster's open to see Moxxie feebly punching its uvula. Millie reached out her hand to him, but he gave her a high-five, instead of grabbing her hand. Before he could give her another high-five, she took him by the hand.

Striker sliced the fish's tongue with Moxxie flying with it down to shore.

Down below, Kore and Seth watched in amazement to see their father/husband in action, helping Millie kill the monster fish.

…

"Oh yeah, way to show off, Mils and Strikes!" Blitzo cheered.
He looked over at the ocean to see his employees emerge from the water, covered in blood from the monster.

Millie shook the blood off her. "Is Mox okay?" she asked.

Striker took off his jacket to get the blood off in the sea.

"Oh, yeah. He's fine," Blitzo replied, dropping a still drunken Moxxie on the ground.

"Dad!" a familiar voice called.

Striker turned to see who it was. "Son!"

"What you and Millie did out there was amazing!" He hugged his father.

"I'm impressed," Kore said as she joined in the hug.

Striker returned it, forgetting about his argument with his wife and son.

Blitzo's pupils turned into hearts.

"Blitzo!" a familiar voice snapped him out of his lovey dovey state.

"Oh, perfect!" Blitzo exclaimed sarcastically, "That must be the whores!"

"Striker!" another familiar voice yelled.

"Oh, it's you," Striker sneered.

"That was handled rather... obvious, don't you think?" Verosika jeered.

Kore picked up a flask from the ground. "I believe this is yours, Miss." She tossed it to Verosika, who caught it. Kore smirked. "Figured it'd be the cause of people running in terror."

"Would be a shame if anyone found out you guys were behind a giant monster fish in the human world," Millie said with a smirk.

A drunken Moxxie let out a hysterical laugh and roasted, "Oh Satan! Y'all be so... FUCKED!"

Verosika stood there, shocked, knowing they were correct. "Yeah, well…" she stuttered, trying to think of a comeback, "You four nasty ass gremlins will be in shit for not being in disguises."

"That includes you, cowboy," Samantha said, placing her hand on her hip.

Moxxie was about to walk towards the succubus with a snappy comeback, only for him to land face down on the sand. He looked up at her. "A human called me a possum. I am not a possum!" He face planted on the sand once more.

"For your information, Samantha, the alcohol was messing with their heads, so later today, they'll think it's just a figment of their imagination," Striker snarked back.

Blitzo went over to Moxxie's side and pushed him with his foot. "Y'know, we could keep this little B-movie scene on the down low if you agree to let us use that parking space." Blitzo reached out his hand as if offering him a deal. Kore and Seth were about to laugh at the succubus' sour scowl on her face. Striker wanted so badly to do the same to Samantha, knowing she and Verosika had won the battle, but lost the war.

"...Fine," Samantha and Verosika said in unison.

"YES!" Seth cheered.

"Woo! Hoo!" Kore cheered with her son.

"You may have won the battle, bitch, but you lost the war," Striker sassed Samantha.

Samantha scoffed. "Come on, guys. Let's get the hell out of here." Then she called out to her bodyguard and adopted son, "Tara! Dex!"

Tara and Vortex joined the succubi and incubi and were about to leave when guns were cocked, aiming at them, making them stop dead in their tracks.

"Put your hands up, you sick deviants!" a loud voice boomed.

They were surrounded by cops. Helicopters hovered above them and police cars stood before them.

"Alright, sluts," Verosika relented, "Get ready to suck a lot of pig dick." She put her hands up in the air with the others doing the same, groaning.

"What about me?" Dexter asked Samantha.

Samantha turned back at him, replying "Maybe juvenile hall or a foster home."

"I was an orphan before."

"We'll come back for you," Tara assured him.

…

In the Wrath ring, Seth, Kore, and Striker were at home watching a movie eating popcorn and drinking soda after their run-in with succubi and incubi.