Author's Note: After months of anticipation and setbacks, I've finally gotten around to writing this.

Like before, the OC here is thanks to CalvinFuji. Big thanks to him.

After this, we deal with some government agents and major truth bombs.

Enjoy the chapter. Any and all comments are welcome.

Destiny ran to the ropes of her arena's wrestling ring before rebounding and delivering a clothesline to her opponent. Upon impact, she could overhear the announcer.

"OOH! Destiny Destroyer just delivered a devastating clothesline to her opponent! It looks like Nia Nocturn is going to have to step her game up a notch if she wants to win.

Nia Nocturn was a bat demoness with black hair on top of her head that matched her bat wings on her back. She had on very pale skin and black lipstick. She had a similar physique as Destiny Destroyer, and she wore a black two-piece wrestling outfit with matching boots.

While her opponent was down, Destiny stomped down on her numerous times until she grabbed her by her wings and forced her up. That's when she noticed a surprise visitor standing just outside the ring.

"Jefe?!" Destiny gasped out tossing Nia Nocturn to the side. She leaned on the ropes to confront Blitzo who was waving at her from below.

"Hey, Double D!" Blitzo greeted.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Destiny asked. "You know I don't work on this night!"

"Sorry. I just wanted to talk to you and you weren't answering the phone!" Blitzo said.

"That's because I'm in the middle of a ma… AH!"

Destiny was cut off by Nia Nocturn who jumped on her back and sank her fangs into her shoulder. Destiny screamed from the top of her lungs. Nia then released her only to wrap her arms around Destiny's body from behind. She tossed the luchadora backwards and slammed her down behind her in a German suplex. The referee approached for the count.

"1… 2… Thre…"

Destiny managed to kick out at the last second. She flipped herself onto her knees just as Nia Nocturn turned herself around. That's when Destiny launched herself toward her opponent and shot her knee to her face like a cannonball. With Nia down, Destiny leaped up the top turnbuckle of the nearest corner. She then jumped off and landed her finishing move, the Dream Decapitator! Once her elbow crashed onto Nia's collarbone, she stayed on top of her calling for the referee to count.

"1… 2… 3!"

DING-DING!

"AND HERE IS OUR WINNER, DESTINY DESTROYER!"

Destiny stood up and took in the applause like a champion in a Roman arena. Still, she had a confrontation to attend to once she had left.

After leaving the ring, Destiny confronted Blitzo backstage. She shot daggers from her eyes, her arms were crossed, and she began tapping her foot.

"I'm waiting, tonto."

"Right. Right. First off, sorry for almost costing you your match, but I had a very good reason for being here." Blitzo said.

"You better." Destiny said. "I thought you had your monthly sex thing with Prince Stolas."

"I did, but he had to end it early for this farm bullshit in the Wrath Ring. They call it the Harvest Moon Festival. Every year, those hillbillies do some dumb celebration, and Stolas invited us to go there for the weekend. And Millie already said she can arrange for her parents to let us stay at their place in the meantime. What do you say? Think you can spare a couple of days?"

"Well, I suppose." Destiny said. "You're just lucky I won my match or we'd have an entirely different conversation."

The following day, Destiny, Blitzo, Moxxie, Millie, and Loona headed straight to the Ring of Wrath and onto the Rough N' Tumbleweed Ranch where two imps waited for them by the entrance. As soon as the van stopped, Millie didn't hesitate to run over to them and hug them.

"Mamma! Daddy!"

"Yee-haw!" Millie's dad shouted. "How's my deadly little pumpkin spice doing?"

"I'm good, Pa." Millie replied. "Thanks for letting us stay here for the harvest jamboree."

"It's no trouble." Millie's mom said. "We know you aren't making as much anymore since y'all went 'freelance'."

"Freelance pays fine, Ma! We're doing fine. It's fine." Milly then pulled her husband over to her. "Anyway, y'all remember by husband, Moxxie."

Moxxie looked at the disapproving stares of his in-laws. "Hehe. Greetings, Lin. Joe. How have you been, uh, with all the flaming twisters and stuff around here?"

"We lost our old farm hand to one of them terrors last week." Joe answered roughly.

"Oh, crumbs." Moxxie laughed nervously. "My bad. I am so sorry. I didn't mean to open that wound, sir."

"Hey, watch it! I'm the only sir here, bucko!" Blitzo called out.

"Oh, yeah. Ya'll haven't met my boss, Blitzo, and his hellhound." Millie said.

"I'm not just his hellhound." Loona said.

"Yeah! She's my daughter!" Blitzo said.

"Only on paper. Y'all don't deserve to know my name."

"And last, but certainly not least," Millie said pointing at Destiny, who wore a cowgirl shirt and torn-up jeans along with her mask, "Allow me to introduce Destiny Destroyer!"

"Destiny Destroyer?" Joe asked. "Ain't you some wrestler?"

"Not just any wrestler." Destiny answered. "I'm the greatest luchadora in all of Hell."

"How nice." Lin said. "So you work with our daughter?"

"On some occasions, si." Destiny said. "Although, admittedly, I only spring into action is there's a bitch who's neck I can crush."

Joe chuckled. "I like you already."

"You know, more battles were won by technological advances in warfare." Moxxie said. "I've researched the history of weaponry extensively. And it's inspiring how, for example, the progression of guns utilizing angelic technology has changed the landscape of Hell's combative…" He stopped when he noticed everyone was staring at him with straight faces. Millie was doing a cut throat motion with her hands. "I mean… war fun."

"Guns get the job done," Joe said, "But a man ain't nothing if he can't tear the head off a hellish beast with only his bare hands."

"Ha! He's right, Moxxie!" Blitzo mocked. "You got a cute little baby hand like your baby dick!" He tried to reach for Moxxie's crotch, but his hand was slapped away.

"Refrain, sir."

"Speaking of strong hands, y'all should meet our newest help." Joe said. "Hey, Striker! Constricta!"

All of a sudden, a black, fiery hell horse ran right in with two people saddled on top. One was a snakey demon in a cowboy outfit and a gold fang. The other was a taller, more muscular snake woman with brown skin, long, black hair that match her horns, and a spikey tail. She wore western outfit like the other guy along with a necklace maid of animal bones.

After leaving their horse, the two snake demons greeted I.M.P.

"Well, howdy." The boy said. "I'm Striker. This here's my big sis, Constricta."

"Charmed." Constricta said looking over at Millie. "And you must be Mildred. We heard much about you from your folks."

"Why, thank ya." Millie said.

"So what are y'all doing so far away from Imp City?" Striker asked. "Free working finally slowing down?"

"Oh, no. Freelancing isn't free, is it?" Milly asked. "Never mind. We're just visiting for the festival. The prince is our boss' BOYFRIEND!" She said the last word dramatically.

"Millie, I am not above hitting a female in front of her daddy." Blitzo said.

"Boss, huh?" Striker asked. "So you're the bold imp that started his own killing biz?"

"Yeah, well, if you're good at something, you should probably capitalize."

"Oh, I concur." Constricta agreed.

"Not many imps start businesses on their own. That's pretty impressive, sir." Striker complimented. "So you even con that ditzy blueblood into getting you to the surface?"

"Well, it's long and complicated, but the short answer is, yes." Blitzo replied. "But he's not like, you know, we're not like, we're not doing… It's a transactional effing, you see."

"I don't follow." Constricta asked.

Destiny chuckled. "Jefe made a deal with Stolas. They meet up to sleep together once a month, and in exchange, we get to use his spellbook."

"Sounds like quite a deal." Striker said.

"Y'know," Joe said, "Y'all should enter the Pain Games."

"I heard games! What games? I'm in!" Blitzo said excitedly.

"Every Harvest Festival, there's a competition to be the roughest, toughest bastard in Wrath." Lin explained.

"Yeah! Wish I could play!" Millie pouted.

"What? Is there a rule against girls competing?" Destiny asked.

"Oh, no. Nothin' like that." Lin said. "Millie can't play because she gets carried away. Her last competition ended in fifteen separate funerals."

"I only caused nine of them!" Millie yelled. "How come Sallie May still gets to compete?"

"Who's Sallie May?" Destiny asked.

"That'd be me." Destiny turned around to meet a tall, female trans imp a white stripe over her right eye, black hair over her left, a red bandana, and a torn black outfit with gray shorts without legs. "Howdy. Sallie May. I'm Millie's sister."

Looking at her, Destiny saw that she seemed pretty fit and strong for an imp. She could feel that this girl was tougher than she looked and she gave a little smile in approval.

"Hola. I'm Destiny Destroyer."

"Oh, I know. I've seen some of your matches. You've certainly got potential."

"Oh, you'll see just how much potential I've got in the games." Destiny returned with growing competition in her tone.

Sallie May snickered. "Can't wait to see it."

"See? Sallie May is still competing!" Millie shouted.

"Your sister doesn't have a neighborhood head count." Lin said.

"She so does!"

"It doesn't count if they don't find the body." Sallie May said in a sing-song tone.

Destiny chuckled. "Ya me gusta ella."

"Still, you get to root for her and your brothers, and now, you can cheer for your boss and your wrestling friend." Lin said to her daughter.

"You know. She can also cheer for me." Moxxie said.

Joe laughed and wheezed at that comment. "Oh, that's a good one! Wait, you?"

"Yeah! I can compete, can't I?" Moxxie asked before getting elbowed by his mother-in-law.

"Sorry, boy, but I don't think sensitive, thespian types would last very long in the games." Joe said.

"I was born here too." Moxxie said. "I have some fight in me."

"In that case," Constricta said stepping aside, "Why don't you prove it?" She gestured into a large pigpen where a hell hog was sleeping.

"Simple." Moxxie said. "Watch me."

"Hold it. You'll need these." Striker said handing a dagger and rope to Moxxie. "Bullets can't pierce the shell. You gotta get the knife underneath and pry yourself an openin'."

"Oh, this should be fun to watch." Destiny said.

"Now, just remember, your rep with the in-laws is on the line here." Blitzo said pressuring his employee. "So no pressure at all. You totally will NOT make an ass of yourself in front of everyone important in your life. Go get 'em, tiger."

"Mox, you don't need to do this." Millie pleaded.

"Oh, he totally does." Blitzo insisted. "Kick its ass, Moxxie! Yeah!"

Moxxie nervously jumped on the hell hog's back and jammed his knife into it. Sadly though, it wasn't strong enough to pierce it and he was thrown off. He was about to get trampled by it when Striker jumped onto its back and thrusted his own knife. This time, it went through and the pig fell dead right after.

"Ow! My clavicle!" Moxxie groaned. He looked up at Striker, who looked down on him with the dead pig over his shoulder.

"Don't worry, little one. You never stood a chance." Striker said.

"You did good, brother." Constricta praised.

"Thanks, sis." Striker said. "Hey, boss man, you wanna help the men skin this thing for dinner?"

"Oh, I am always down to skin the manly meat with a manly man!" Blitzo answered.

"That's what she said." Loona joked.

"What who said?" Blitzo asked. "Wait, what bitch is talking shit about me?!"

Destiny watched most of the others leave before turning herself to Moxxie, who was getting patched up by his wife.

"Don't let him get to you." Millie said. "And hey, you don't need my parents to respect you. They will eventually."

"No, they won't." Sallie May commented earning an angry glare from her sister. "What? I'm right, aren't I?"

"Oh, I'm entering those games." Moxxie said with determination.

"As funny as it would be to see you put epic fail video stars to shame," Destiny said, "I must warn you when it's time for you to tap out."

"I'm not tapping out." Moxxie said. "I ain't letting that show-off upstage me. And I'm winning those games if it's the last thing I do."

"It probably would be." Destiny said. "Don't worry. I'll be sure to praise you for trying when I win."

Sallie May gave a little chuckle. "You win? In what ring?"

"As in a ring of hell or a wrestling ring?" Destiny asked. "Either way, I'll kick butt in any of them."

"Anyone ever tell you you're cute when you're being cocky?" Sallie May asked.

"I prefer the term 'able to back up my claims'."

"In that case, how's about a little side bet?" Sallie May dared. "You and me compete to see who ranks higher at the Pain Games."

"Sounds fun," Destiny said, "But what's the penalty for the loser?"

Sallie May thought for a moment. "Mmm… Aha! How's about… the loser is on…" She leaned up to whisper softly into the luchadora's ear. "The bottom."

Destiny's eyes bulged upon hearing that. She looked at Sallie May in shock, but she regained her smile and nodded. "Really? You're putting that on the line? Fine. I accept your challenge, farm girl."

The two women shook hands before heading to the barn. As they left, both Moxxie and Millie stared at them in surprise.

"Did we just see what I think we saw?" Moxxie asked.

"I think so," Millie said, "And I'm not gonna lie: I'm actually excited to see where this goes."

The Harvest Moon Festival has finally begun. Destiny joined a whole group of demons who crowded up in front of the festival's center stage with Wally Wackford at the front. Sitting behind him was none other than Prince Stolas.

Destiny's eyes looked around the crowd until she stopped when she locked her eyes on Sallie May. The two of them gave cocky smirks to each other before Sallie May winked at the luchadora. They then looked back up at the stage when Wally Wackford made his declaration.

"Welcome, I say, I say, welcome all to Wrath Ring's annual Harvest Moon Festival! To kick things up, we have the great Prince Stolas here to usher in this here Pain Games!"

Prince Stolas stood up and took the microphone from the imp. "How kind, Wackford. Greetings, tiny Wrath Ring demons. I hereby welcome you all to another year of celebrating the spoils of your labor that continue to feed the citizens of Hell. I'm happy to kick off the start of these games that will challenge the toughest among you to show their skill and dominance. Good luck to you all, especially that sexy little one there. Yoo-hoo, Blitzy."

"Oh, eff me." Blitzo groaned rolling his eyes.

Sallie May stepped to her side to get closer to Destiny exchanging a challenging smile with her. "Ready to eat my dust, muscle-head."

"Only after I leave you in it, hick." Destiny returned.

At the sound of the gunshot, all the participants of the Pain Games started their obstacle course race. Blitzo and Striker had the clear lead, but all Destiny cared about was getting ahead of Sallie May. But despite her best efforts, Sallie May used her smaller size and nimbler speed to get to the finish line just ten feet ahead of the luchadora. The country girl blew a kiss at Destiny to taunt her. Meanwhile, Moxxie didn't make it far into the race before falling into a puddle where a shark attacked him.

The next contest was a hogtie contest. Destiny was fortunate enough to compete against Sallie May, each girl given their own ropes. Together, they fought until Sallie May managed to get around Destiny just enough to trap her in a hogtie position and tie her ankles and wrists together. Once she was done, she lowered her head and kissed Destiny on the cheek before taunting.

"That's two for me. Better step it up."

The next game was a tug of war. Destiny joined Blitzo, Striker, and Moxxie pulling the rope on one side while the other side was being pulled by Sallie May and three other demons. Destiny gave one last tug which won her team the contest, but Moxxie stumbled and fell into another shark-infested puddle.

Coming up next was a personal favorite of Destiny's, mud wrestling. She was especially delighted to be up against Sallie May. When they grappled in the mud, it was very close. There were even a couple of times when it looked like Sallie May was going to win. But in the end, Destiny used every last wrestling skill at her disposal and finished Sallie May with an elbow drop to her stomach. Meanwhile, Blitzo and Striker were having fun wrestling while Moxxie was just dogpiled by a bunch of demons before getting crushed by a falling shark.

"I say, I say," Wally declared once the Pain Games have reached their conclusion, "For the first year ever, we have a tie for the winner of the Pain Games!" He stepped away for Stolas to take the stage.

"The winners are… Striker and my darling Blitzy!"

"Just say my name right! Effing dick." Blitzo shouted before walking up to the stage with Striker. They took in the cheers of their fans together.

Among the crowd though, Destiny and Sallie May looked over a bulletin board which showed the rankings of every imp who participated in the games. To no one's surprise, Moxxie's name was at the bottom, but the two girls were focused on their own names. It was time for them to see which one of them was ranked higher.

They stopped when they found their names. It was close to the top where Blitzo and Striker's names were displayed. Destiny put on a wide smirk which she then pointed to Sallie May.

"Well, well, well. You were close, but it looks like I was one point ahead of you." Destiny said.

"So it looks." Sallie May said. "Ah, well. At least I tried. And hey, at least I get to screw with a notorious wrestler."

Later on, everyone returned to the ranch. While Stolas was admiring Striker's flaming hell horse, Millie was helping her family load up the jack-o-lanterns, and Moxxie was sulking in the upstairs hallway, Destiny followed Sallie May to her room. They both smiled eagerly as they locked the door behind them.

"So you're sure no one can interrupt us?" Destiny asked.

"Trust me, honey. I told my fam I need some alone time and can't help with the packing." Sallie May said wrapping her arms around Destiny's neck. "So shall we?"

"Why, don't mind if I do." Destiny replied.

Destiny suddenly pressed her lips on Sallie May's. They rolled their tongues around wildly before the luchadora pushed the imp to the bed. The tension they shared was rapidly growing. Destiny was about to undress when Sallie May opened up one eye and saw something out the window.

Sallie May broke the kiss and stopped. "Whoa. Hold on."

"Already?" Destiny asked in a disappointed tone.

"Not that. Outside."

Destiny turned to the window and saw something disappear from the window's view. She stepped closer to it and looked out to the far side. Her eyes widened as she witnessed Striker carrying Moxxie and Millie in his arms. The two of them looked as though they were struggling. He then kicked open a cellar door and threw them both in.

"What is going on here?" Destiny asked stepping away from the window. She then turned to Sallie May. "Sorry, but this is an emergency."

"Oh, okay." Sallie May said confused.

Destiny quickly buttoned up her clothes again and headed out the bedroom. She ran to the backyard and found the same cellar where her friends were thrown in.

With one kick, the doors popped open revealing Moxxie and Millie on the ground. Millie's leg was caught in a beartrap.

"Moxxie? Millie?" Destiny asked. "What's going… AAHH!"

Destiny was caught off-guard by a pair of fangs that sank into her shoulders. She turned and saw Constricta biting into her. She released her revealing a small drip of green liquid coming from Destiny's shoulder. She held it in pain before Constricta kicked her down the stairs to join Moxxie and Millie.

"Sorry, darlin', but I'm afraid we can't have you interrupt our appointment with the prince." Constricta said. She grabbed the cellar doors and slammed them shut.

"Are you all right, Des?" Millie asked gritting her teeth through the beartrap.

"A little numb, but I'll live." Destiny said holding her bitten shoulder. "Pero que diablos? What did she mean when she said 'appointment with the prince'?"

"Striker and Constricta aren't here to be farm hands. They're here to kill Prince Stolas." Moxxie said. "I caught them with a rifle that can kill him, and that's when they caught us."

"It looks like I'll be sitting this one out." Millie said looking at the beartrap clamped onto her leg. "It's up to you two now. Get up there and eff up those brown-nosing suckers."

"But I can't break through it." Moxxie said. "And that snake bite looked venomous, so I don't think Destiny can be any…"

"Don't finish that sentence, you pollo." Destiny said. "But in this case, I suppose it has to be you to get us out."

"But I'm not strong enough."

"Not with your hands, baby." Millie said caressing her husband's face. "Use what you're good at."

"I'm not good with my hands?" Moxxie asked before realizing what she meant. "Oh, right." He pulled out his gun and shot at the cellar doors right in the middle. It made it easier to push them open. "I probably should have used this earlier, huh?"

"I love you, hun, but for eff's sake!" Millie said.

"Hey. You married him." Destiny said following Moxxie out of the cellar.

At that moment, Sallie May ran up to catch up with them. "Whoa. What's going on?"

"No time to explain." Destiny said. "Me and Moxxie are going to stop the snakes. You gotta get your sister some first aid. She'll explain everything."

"Millie?" Sallie May asked finding her sister injured while Destiny and Moxxie ran as fast as they could.

"So where are we going?" Destiny asked.

"Well, when I stop to think about it, there are two possible places for Striker and Constricta to kill the prince." Moxxie explained. "One is from a rustic apartment building on the far side of the festival across from where Stolas is scheduled to make his appearance. The other is from the same building, just on the roof. I'll take the apartment and you'll take the roof."

"On it." Destiny said.

The farming demons of the Wrath Ring gathered at the center of the Harvest Moon Festival as Stolas took the stage once more.

"My dear commoners of the Ring of Wrath," Stolas announced, "I, Stolas of the Als Goetia, hereby curse this year's harvest with the glow of the true harvest moon!"

With the magic from his Grimoire, Stolas opened a wide portal showing everyone the red moon which shined its light on the whole land. Everyone watched in astonishment as the moon shed its light everywhere.

High on the rooftop of an apartment building on the far side of the Festival, Constricta was flat on her belly aiming a black rifle with white accents across it. She looked through the scope while pressing a thumb to her earpiece.

"Striker, are you going to shoot or what?" Constricta asked before overhearing a conversation that included her brother.

"Blitzo. I thought you were still at the ceremony."

"You thought I wanted stand around with a bunch of hillbillies excited about corn and shit with a thirsty owl on stage?"

"Hmm. Well, now, you seem disappointed in me."

"Yeah. Well, I'm not a fan of someone I offered a job to about to off my easiest lengthy ticket to Earth behind my back."

Constricta ended the call and sighed. "Guess Striker's got his hands full. Oh, well. Thank Satan I'm here."

Constricta looked through the scope again and aimed it steadily at Stolas. The crosshairs connected right in the middle of his face. She was about ready to pull the trigger.

"ALTO!"

Constricta was caught off-guard by an elbow that dropped onto her back and made her grunt in pain. She rolled around and stood up facing Destiny who also stood up after attacking her.

"You're a springy one, aren't ya?" Constricta asked with a toothy grin. "Still got some fight, huh?"

"You'd be surprised." Destiny said.

"Well, I'd ease up if I were you." Constricta said. "The side effects of my venom should be kicking in any minute now, which include muscle aches, increased fatigue, and—in some cases—death."

As if on cue, Destiny's arms and legs started to feel heavy and her vision began to get blurry. She shook her head to stay awake and alert, but that proved to be her undoing. Constricta slithered to her fast as lightning before swinging her tail striking her across the face. Destiny was knocked to the ground, but she was able to get back up on her knees. Unfortunately, that was all she could get to before Constricta went behind her and held her arm with one arm and held her head with the other.

"Don't bother fighting." Constricta said. "I've done extensive research on you, more than you can imagine."

"We'll see about that!" Destiny said. She used her free arm to hold onto Constricta's head and drop back down to the ground in a stunner. Constricta let go and Destiny jumped to her throwing her in a Frankensteiner. "Whoo! Even with sore muscles, I can kick ass."

Constricta returned to her feet. "Not bad. Let's see how I do it."

The snake demoness ran over to Destiny and jumped at her head. She surprised her with her own Frankensteiner which was just as effective.

Destiny groaned feeling the effects of the throw. "Huh. So you dabble in pro wrestling too."

"No. I just learned it from you just now."

"What?" Destiny asked before Constricta struck as fast as lightning

The snake demon caught the luchadora by surprise with a tackle before locking in a cross armbar. She pulled tightly as Destiny held in her yells. She managed to break free, but felt even more aches in her arm.

"Wasn't that Jefe's move that he used on Striker at the Pain Games?" Destiny asked.

"Good eye." Constricta said returning to her feet. "Yes, I have the unique ability to copy the moves of anybody I see. That's what I was really doing at the Pain Games. I was studying the moves of every imp in Wrath, including you and your boss."

Constricta ran over to Destiny and tackled her, but she didn't fall. Destiny stood her ground and attempted to lift Constricta up by her waist, but the exhaustion her body was going through prevented her from doing that. Instead, Constricta pulled Destiny's legs and set her up for a Boston crab. She successfully locked in the hold and pulled tightly bending Destiny back as far as she could.

"Prepare for a broken spine, bitch." Constricta taunted before pulling even harder.

Destiny gritted her teeth trying to power out, but she couldn't. She just felt her legs getting pulled more and more so. She raked her claws across the roof before getting an idea.

Destiny reached her hand back and thanked Satan that Constricta was pulling back as far as she could. She managed to reach Constricta's back and rake her claws down her back. Constricta yelled getting off of her. Although she was tired and nearing the point of passing out, Destiny rushed toward her and tackled her. The snake demon was caught by surprise as Destiny kept on going until she reached the edge of the roof. She lifted her up slightly enough to throw Constricta off the roof.

Destiny dropped on her knees taking one last look over the rooftop edge. Much to her surprise, there was no sign of Constricta's body. She didn't have time to think of a theory before passing out.

Destiny woke up back in Sallie May's bedroom where the tall imp stood watch over her. She groaned as she slowly got up.

"Oh. Thank Hell you're all right." Sallie May said.

"What happened?" Destiny asked.

"You passed out from that snake venom." Sallie May said. "Don't worry though. The docs say it should be out of your system by now."

"And… the prince?"

"He's fine. You, your boss, and my brother-in-law managed to save him. The assassins, though, can't be found. They disappeared. But I doubt they'll cause us much trouble now that we know who they really are."

Destiny sighed. "So it's all settled for now."

"Sort of." Sallie May said. "Truthfully, you were out for a while. Your imp friends are just about ready to drive out. So unfortunately, we don't have time for even a quickie."

"Damn." Destiny sighed. "That's too bad."

"Hey, don't beat yourself up about it." Sallie May said. "The next time you're around, I'll make some time for ya. Kay?"

Destiny smiled. "You really want to get under me that badly, huh?"

Sallie May laughed softly.

Destiny returned outside to find her coworkers packing up the last suitcase while Millie was bandaged up by her parents.

"Oh, crumbs! Des, you're okay!" Moxxie cheered. "Don't worry. I made sure to pack your stuff for you."

"Yeah, it was a real team effort." Blitzo said.

"You didn't help, sir."

"Thanks, guys, I guess." Destiny said feeling slightly uncomfortable knowing those two were touching her personal stuff.

"I can't believe you let him trap you, Millie." Lin scolded her daughter after wrapping bandages around Millie's arm. "Haven't we taught you better?"

"I was seeing red, Ma." Millie said. "And he was slippery."

"Excuses." Lin returned. "You're better than that, Mildred."

"You know, she protected me." Moxxie interrupted to help his wife. "And maybe I'm not a strong, beefy dickhead, but Millie has the strength enough for both of us. You two are getting on her case about being hurt by a psychopath you hired? Shame on you!"

"Damn, Moxxie." Destiny said. "Respect."

"Aww, Moxxie." Blitzo added. "Look at you, speechin' like a big boy in his big pants."

Joe approached Moxxie and nodded gently at him before turning away. Seeing it brought a smile on Millie's face as she held herself up by a pair of crutches.

"Wow! He nodded!" Millie said. "He's never acknowledged your input before."

"So… is that progress?" Moxxie asked.

"Just take the win." Destiny said as she headed to the van. She took one last look at Sallie May before she did and winked at her.

Over at the Hideaway Motel, Constricta was bandaging her leg while Striker was sitting at his bed with a phone to his ear.

"We failed to kill the target at the festival." Striker admitted to his client. "But don't worry, ma'am. It won't happen again."

"It better not." Stella's voice came from the other end loud enough for Constricta to hear. "I want this cheating prick dead! I don't care who you have to go through! MAKE IT HAPPEN!"

"Understood." Striker replied before hanging up. He then turned to his sister. "Well, sis, it looks like we get another chance."

"I still don't see why we have to accept jobs from a blueblood." Constricta said. "Our whole thing was that we're supposed to be against royals."

"I know. It's a conflict of interest. Believe me, it disgusts me too." Striker said. "But we need the money, and how often do we get the chance to kill off a Goetia? So for now, let's just grin and bear it. Besides, we might get the chance to get our payback on I.M.P."

Constricta narrowed her eyes at the wound in her arm which she just covered up. "Fine. But let's not take too long, okay, brother?"

"Don't worry, sis." Striker chuckled. "We'll get him next time."