Sugar felt a rush of wind hitting her face and a dryness in her wings. She squirmed and kicked but she noticed she couldn't move. She slowly opened her eyes and was dazed by the brightness and heat that hit her body. Her ears twitched when she heard the sound of a horse whining. As her senses started to align and she noticed she was tied up on top of a moving horse.

"You up darling? Good. That makes this more fun for me." A tall imp spoke to her with a heavy country accent.

Sugar winced as her eyes slowly adjusted to the light. She wondered what kind of place would be so hot and bright. The heat and light were a lot more painful than the ropes she was tied up in.

"Ew. I'm I in the wrath ring? Gross!" Sugar screamed and her tail whipped from side to side violently.

"Shut the fuck up! Your privileged ass is stuck with me until I get my damn money." The imp looked over at her and sneered as Sugar whined.

"You got the wrong demon! I don't owe anyone money!" She cried.

The imp chuckled and pulled his horse to halt "You're part of the Knolastname family right? That means you're the right demon. Now keep quiet."

"Ugh! And which gang are you from?" Sugar groans

"I ain't part of the stupid Greed turf wars or any of that bullshit. Name's Striker and your disgusting sugar daddy owes me money."

"Of course he does. That doesn't have anything to do with me. So could you take me back home? I got a customer to see tonight. Also, do you have some lotion? If you could untie my wings and spread some lotion on them that'll be great. My wings don't handle heat very well."

"I ain't a masseuse. You're a hostage! Why aren't you more scared?" Striker's tail shakes out of annoyance. The sound of his tail makes a noise that sounds similar to the shaking of maracas.

"Well, I've never been kidnapped before. I can't wait to text my friends about it! I popped the kidnapping cherry! So what freaky shit are you gonna do to me? I've already done all the screaming and shouting. This is the part where we make out. Right?" Sugar smiled

"What the fuck is wrong with you? This is serious. I'm gonna kill ya if your boss doesn't cough up the cash."

Striker scoffs and continues to speed through the hot dessert. It was clear that he was irritated by her presence. His ears twitched from how loud she was and the slow way she speaks. He rode his horse into a train tunnel and leaped onto an elevator. The sharp drop made Sugar yelp softly. Once they landed on the ground,Striker pushed her off his horse and onto the ground.

"Ugh! My top!" Sugar screams as she wiggles herself into a sitting position. "Do you know where the hell this top is from or how much it cost?" she murmured.

Striker scoffs and glares down at her. "Do you know how many imps lost their lives in sweatshops to produce that shirt?Don't cry to me darlin cause you ain't getting my pity."

Sugar rolled her eyes after hearing that statement. She looked around the cave and was in disbelief at his choice of floor was cluttered with broken wooden barrels and gray gravel. The walls leaked of flowing marigold lava. In the corner of the area sat a copper colored train car with a sign on top of it that says: Striker's salon. The sign was shaped like a horse. She assumed it was his bedroom. She looked up and down at him and smirked.

"What's with the cowboy outfit? Are you actively trying to look like a wrath ring stereotype? It's kinda hot." she laughed.

"Shut up you stupid slut. You're lucky I don't slit your throat right now."

"You don't wanna do that. It'll pissed off alot of guys. I have a lot of violent friends. As soon as Crimson finds out I'm missing he's gonna shoot your ass. Literally. You should probably let me go." Sugar said arrogantly.

Striker laughs and stoops down to the ground where she sat. "Sweetheart. You aren't gonna try and get out of this yourself? What kind of imp just sits around and waits for someone else to get them out of a hostage situation? Where's your wrath?"

"It died a long time ago, handsome. Anyways, could you untie my wings and spray some water on them. If they get too dry they start to chip" Sugar sighed and leaned back against the cold wall.

Striker tail twitched as he silently stared down at her. He didn't enjoy victims that didn't fight back or argue with him. He took a deep breath and walked over to his horse. He lovingly petted the horse's nose. This caused it to whine. Sugar swooned over how cute the scene was. An imp that was so kind and gentle to an animal couldn't be all bad. So she decided to act much sweeter towards him.

"That's a gorgeous hell horse you got. That orange flaming mane and shimming black skin is so stunning. You must be taking such good care of him. He's so fast too."

"Heh. Bombproof is the best horse around. He's loyal and reliable. Unlike most demons around here. I bet you wouldn't understand what it means to be loyal to something. You probably spread your legs for anyone that'll give you whatever shiny crap you want. How many of your kind did you turn your back on to get in the position you're in right now?" Striker glared at her with disgust.

Sugar was hurt by that statement. She thought a small compliment would warm him up to her. Instead, she got snarkiness in couldn't deny what she was. She was selfish, greedy, and didn't care much about the struggles of other imps. Despite this fact, she didn't see herself as disloyal. She was loyal to those she benefited from.

"You don't know anything about me." Sugar scoffed.

"And I don't have too. I know a spoiled daddy's girl when I see one. The lust ring is famous for producing your type."

"And the wrath ring is famous for producing hicks with anger issues. We could do this all day but I seriously need some water."

Striker made an annoyed grunt as he continued to ignore Sugar's complaining. Sugar's tail swayed impatiently as she felt the coarse air hit against her wings. The tightness of the ropes dug into her skin that gave her a burning sensation. Typically, the burning and stinging sensations would give a feeling of pleasure and excitement. Instead of those feelings, she had a sense of dread and started to feel less calm about the situation once she realized what her disappearance from the Knolastname family truly meant. She decided to fall on the ground and start rolling around in the dirt.

"Huh? I thought you were worried about the purty little skirt yer got on? Or have you finally gone mad?" Striker began to smile as he watched her tumbling on the floor.

"The ground is cool and if I plan on breaking out of here I need to make sure my skin stays perfect. My boss would get pissed if it isn't"

"That's so damn sad. Ma'am,I'll get you some water. Just stop humiliating yourself." Striker's walks into the train cart that he uses as a bedroom. He gently sauntered back to Sugar with a water bottle in his claws. He placed the water bottle on the ground, pulled out his knife, and cut Sugar's wings loose. She stretched her wings out widely as he poured the water on them. After this,Striker sat next to her on the ground as she shook her wings off.

"You don't seem to value your life much. You're more worried about your appearance than the danger you're in. It's funny," Striker chuckles.

"I'm not worried. Once Crim finds out I'm gone, he'll do anything he can to find me."

"But what if he doesn't. Then what are you gonna do?"

This question stumped Sugar. She put a lot of faith in the Knolastname family protecting her and didn't have a back up plan if they decided she wasn't useful to them anymore. Her wings started to flap frantically as she panicked at the thought of being abandoned. Because the rest of her body was still tied up, she aimlessly flew around the hideout and clumsily bumped into walls. Striker chuckled as he and Bombproof watched her flutter around.

"Easy there Vixen. Calm down. Took you a while to realize how reliant you are on a bunch of cowards huh?"

Sugar landed roughly and sighed "No. I haven't"

"Darlin,I'll take you home and teach you a few things if you're willing to help me get the money that's owed to me. How bout it?"

"Deal"

Striker cut her loose and she immediately flew over to bombproof and playfully pet his nose. This caused the horse to whine.

"Hey! Ask first before touching mah horse!" Striker ran over to them but then paused as he noticed Bombpoof happily neighing and nudging his head gently against Sugar.

"He wants a steak." Sugar giggled

"What? I just fed him a few hours ago. How the hell do you know what he's feeling"

"It's in my nature. If a creature is willing enough, I can feel how they are feeling. It helps when I'm getting personal with my clients. It's a succubus thing."

"You're half succubus? explains a few things. Imps aren't usually shaped like you." He laughs

"I'm guessing you aren't a normal imp either"

"Nah. I ain't. I'm more superior" Striker stuck out his fork shaped tongue towards her in a playful manner and hissed.

Sugar rolled her eyes and flew on top of Bombpoof."Not with that dirty and old hat you got on,"

Striker joined her on the horse and rode it through a tunnel connected to a Greed Ring portal "It ain't the clothes that make the demon,Vixen. It's his skill."

They rode through the tunnel into a bright green light and in a flash they were in the streets of Notamafia town. Sugar wrapped her claws around his waist tightly as Bombpoof speed through the streets. As they zoomed the streets, flaming hoof prints marked the streets. They leaped over the gates of Crimson's estate and stopped at the front door. As they arrived, Sugar noticed the lights were on in Crimson's room and a silhouette of a Hellhound was visible.