Hello once again, mortals and sinners! We come to the episode that had me fearing for Stolas' life for the first time since the Harvest Moon Festival introduced Striker. I'm gonna admit that I'm not bothered by the fact that now Edward Bosco is voicing Striker from here on out. I mean, Hollywood celebs are alot of money you know.
And oh boy, this is gonna hurt. This makes me hope that Stella and Andrealphus, and most likely Paimon if he's still alive, get their just desserts. Because if they don't, well, I'll make my own canon event. But hopefully not enough.
Oh, and that goes double for Crimson, and if he's still alive, Cash Buckzo.
Oh forgot to mention, by the time I'm writing this chapter, we're already at the midway point of Season 2. And officially, Blitzo and Fizzaroli have reconciled, which I'm happy for. I just hope Blitzo can do the same with Stolas, Barbie Wire, and Verosika, which I know will happen with Apology Tour.
Now, that's enough. Let's start!
Chapter 5: Western Energy
Weeks later, business has been going as usual for the Immediate Murder Professionals. During break time before an important job, Momo went to the park where Calamity Coven still inhabited. The oni knocked on the door and Konga's voice was heard.
"Who is it?" he asked.
"It's me from weeks ago when we saved you," Momo announced himself.
The sewer porthole disappeared, and the trapdoor was shown. It opened, allowing the samurai to enter inside. Konga was the first to introduce himself, "Well hello there, Momo," he greeted.
Darcy, Cassie, and Akko showed themselves, "Wowza! Was hoping to see you again after that fiasco with Crimson," Darcy whooped.
"Thought I would come see you while on break. But I can't stay long. Today, we're supposed to arrive to Sloth to take Loona to the hospital," the samurai informed.
"Loona? Who is that? And what happened?" Cassie quizzed.
"Nothing big. She is getting her hellbies shot, whatever hellbies is. But from Loona's reaction, she's not taking it well. So we're pretty much volunteering as emotional support," Momo informed.
"Hellbies? Never heard of it," Akko replied, tilting her head.
"Yeah. Me neither. Though I don't blame Loona for getting scared since she's a hellhound," Momo concurred.
"Wait a minute. She's a hellhound? Oh we've seen those before. But hold on a second," Akko then began thinking for a minute, "Hellhound plus hellbies...oh...ohhhhh. I know what that is. It's basically a Hell version of rabies. Like rabies...but in Hell. Ah, I see now," she concluded.
This shocked Momo, "What? Maji desu ka?"
They stared at him when he said that.
Then Momo remembered they don't know Japanese, "Right sorry. I forgot you don't understand Japanese. But for real, are you serious? It's a Hell version of rabies? Damn...hope it's not contagious."
For awhile, Momo conversed with the Calamity Coven about the band idea that ultimately didn't go well. It was then Cassie had an idea. They could use a guitarist for their illusion shows. This made Momo's day brighter than ever.
But...it seemed that the events that are about to transpire would begin to haunt the oni with the truth and revelations that will be hurled at him that he will demand that justice, if Hell has it, be served to those who wrong anyone he calls a family...
An hour later...
In Imp City, Stolas was at a place called the Richest Cup Cafe, with its motto being, "where the poor pour for you!"
At a table, he was sitting across from Stella and her brother, Andrealphus. Both Stolas and Stella were sipping tea and glaring at each other while the ice peacock looked on
"Stolas," Stella said.
"Stella," Stolas said back.
Both Goetias sipped on tea before Stella spoke up again.
"C*nt," Stella insulted.
"Witch," Stolas insulted back.
Andrealphus groaned at the two's bickering. It was almost like seeing two nobles start acting like bratty kids.
Stella slammed her hands on the table and got up, "FUCKISH. IMP. SUCKER!" she hollered. Stolas just sipped on his tea, undetered from her insults.
"Why did you insist on meeting me here?" the prince asked. He glanced at his phone which had a text that said, "Reminder: Deal Ozzie's set."
For awhile, Stolas had been working to work a deal with Asmodeus in order to get an Asmodean crystal so that he could give to Blitzo to allow him to do his assassination business.
"Ahem!" Andrealphus cleared his throat to get Stolas' attention, "We wanted to properly discuss the terms of this divorce. I feel my darling sister deserves a bit more...compensation," he added.
Stolas looked at both the marquis and Stella, who gave off a smirk, "After all, you did CHEAT on the poor thing. Surely, you owe-" the marquis added before Stolas interrupted him whilst giving him a deadpanned look.
"Andrealphus, cheating implies there was a betrayal. This woman never gave two shits about me or our very much arranged "marriage". As far as I'm concerned, this divorce is far overdue," Stolas informed.
The imp server went to refill his cup of tea, but the Goetian prince motioned to declined. The server then looked out the window to see a hellhorse racing towards the cafe.
"Up yours!" Stella snarled, flipping Stolas off.
"Stellaaa," Andrealphus groaned, facepalming, "for fuck's sake, stop making this harder to bullshit!"
It was then they heard a galloping sound. Stella had an evil smirk on her face, causing Stolas to tilt his head in confusion. And then he jumped when he heard the window break behind him. He looked behind him and saw a cowboy.
The cowboy from the Harvest Moon Festival gave a toothy grin and a sort of alligator-esque hissing sound as he removed his poncho and twirled two angelic revolvers in his hand. It was Striker.
The cowboy imp fired at Stolas when he shapeshifted to his demonic form to dodge the bullet with it hitting the window near his head. Stolas saw that Stella was grinning evilly at him.
Striker fired more shots at the prince after one hit his hat. He turned back into his demon form to fly towards the exit, but Striker caught Stolas in a glowing white rope before he can escape.
Stolas crashed to the ground in an alley, bound by the rope that the cowboy imp wrapped around, "Oh dear...this is worrisome," he said to himself.
Meanwhile, I.M.P was enroute in Sloth to a hospital, with Thom, Mau5, Moxxie, Millie, Dr. Thalass, Pygocen, Mirage, and Momo in the back and a fearful Loona next to Blitzo who was driving. Suddenly, Blitzo's phone let out a bird ringtone.
Blitzo knew who it was and answered, "Oh, shit. Stolas! It's really not a good time, buddy..." he said.
"I'm sorry it's a bad time yet again, Blitzy. But, umm...I seem to have found myself in a bit of a sitch. I'm tied to the back of a horse at the moment," Stolas informed.
Momo heard the last part. What did he mean by horse and being tied up? He thought.
"Pffttt...lucky bitch," Blitzo snarked.
"Um, well, no. Rather unlucky. I seem to have been stolen by little cowboy friend of yours," Stolas told the boss.
Blitzo tensed up at the mention of cowboy friend. So did Momo.
"Oh no, that's not who I think it is, is it?" Momo shuddered.
"Ohh, which one?" Blitzo asked, hoping it wasn't what he was thinking.
"How many cowboy friends do you know?" Moxxie asked Blitzo, seeming to know what is going on. He then spoke to Stolas on the phone since it was on speaker, "What does he look like, your highness?" he asked.
Stolas glanced up at Striker, who was grinning as he rode on Bombproof
"Umm...sexy?" Stolas guessed.
Immediately, Moxxie understood who it was that got Stolas, "That's Striker, sir!" Moxxie exclaimed.
"Oh, ano mesu inu no musuko!" Momo cursed. That cowboy was at it again!
"Oh, for fuck's sake! Can't you just get away? Aren't you powerful?" Blitzo asked.
"I believe he has bound me with blessed rope, which limits my ability to free myself, I'm afraid. So, I think you should come save me," Stolas reported.
"Oh, shit. Stolas, I can't today, alright? I'm sorry. I-I'm literally on my way to take Loona in for her very important Hellbies s-h-o-t," Blitzo informed, spelling that last word, hoping his daughter couldn't get the spelling.
Sadly, he glanced at her nervously as he saw the frightened look on the hellhound's face.
"It takes years to book an appointment at this place, it took five to get this one. So, you know- eh, and she's been doing a lot of field work. So, you know, she needs it," Blitzo continued.
"Oh, ha, ha. Well, I do agree that is very important...But, I-" Stolas continued. Striker saw this and interrupted his phone call.
"Would you shut up already? I can hear you, by the way," Striker said, swiping the prince's phone with his tail, "Don't worry about your lanky birdy...he's in good hands," he spoke into the phone to Blitzo directly before crushing it, chuckling sinisterly.
"Oh, shit. Am I in danger right now?" Stolas asked out loud. Though he knew the answer already.
"Gaaagh, damn it!" Blitzo growled. He moved the clutch forward and sped the van down the highway.
"Okay, just how many people have you pissed off?" Dr. Thalass asked.
"I feel like we're missing something," Pygocen concurred.
"Beep beep," beeped Mirage in agreement.
Momo, on the other hand, was this close to rage mode, knowing that Striker has Stolas in his grasp, "Oya iya kare wa shi mase nichi!"
The oni took out his hellphone and dialed the number of one of the friends he hadn't seen in awhile: Chamele.
Moxxie saw what Momo was doing, "Buddy, what are you doing?" he asked.
"Calling...a friend," the oni divulged to the thespian.
In the outskirts of Wrath, Chamele had just finished rounding up a dastardly villain and authorities had the villain executed via firing squad. With the deed done, the chameleon Sinner was heading back to Pride.
He then heard his phone give off the Smooth Criminal ringtone and answered, "Ow! You got the Chamele Raptor!"
"Chamele! Thank Satan you answered!" Momo said on the line.
"Why if isn't my good chap, Momo Tengan! How are things?" the chameleon cowboy asked.
"No time for pleasantries! We got a problem!" Momo exclaimed.
"What kind of problem?" Chamele asked.
"The Striker kind! He's got Stolas!" Momo revealed.
This made the chameleon gasp in horror. But then got a steely look, "Shamone! Say no more, buddy pal! I shall pursue that backstabbing snake on the double faster than you can say Great Dinosaur Rush! On the double!" Chamele assured before hanging up.
Chamele then whistled and the sound of rumbling was heard.
The officer that took the villain away seemed to know that another mission was afoot, "Okay, I want everybody to clear the area right now!" the officer ordered.
From the building burst a hellish looking Styracosaurus, which uttered a rhinoceros-like bellow signalling his master rang. Hellraptors also appeared and together, they and Chamele performed part of the Smooth Criminal dance and then the demon rode off on the dinosaur as the pack began to pursue Striker and rescue Stolas.
Back with I.M.P, it was decided that Millie, Moxxie, Momo, and Mau5 handle Striker while Blitzo takes care of business while Dr. Thalass, Pygocen, and Thom provide emotional support for Loona.
"Sir, let me, Moxxie, and my friends handle this one," Millie offered.
"Okay, are you sure you two got this alone?" Blitzo asked
Moxxie smiled, "We can do it, sir. Together, we are a lethal combo. And we both have a score to settle with that dickhead. Plus we got friends on our side!" he added as Millie placed a cowboy hat onto Moxxie's head and the thespian giving a thumb's up.
"Yes! And my ROFL gun is itching to carve his hide! Garbage cowboy kidnapping sweet prince! You know a cowboy's favorite food? SOI SOI SOI SOI SOI SOI SOI SOI SOI SOI SOI SOI SOI SOI SOI!" Mau5 whooped, loading up his uzis.
Thom just facepalmed, "Would you take this serious? For fuck's sake,"
"Alright. Well, hurry. Stolas sounds like he might be in real shit this time and knowing that guy's aesthetic, my money's that he's in Wrath," Blitzo ordered as he pulled up to St. An's Hospital and handed the keys to Moxxie and pulling Loona out of the van. Thom, Thalass, and Pygocen followed out.
"Now, get your asses down there and look for some cowboy crap or something," Blitzo continued before the van drove off. He was then carrying Loona above him.
"Come on, Loonie. Come on, this will be over lickety-split, alright?" Blitzo assured her.
The imp pushed the door open and dragged Loona inside by her tail, who was scratching at the floor and not wanting to go in. Thalass was doing everything he can to calm Loona down.
"Christ on a stick! Of all the days for him to get his stupid feathered-ass kidnapped...I have waited five fucking years for this appointment! FUCK ME IN MY LITTLE RED HOLE!" Blitzo shouted. He then glanced at a demon mother who was glaring at him, her son next to her on a leash.
"Hi. The fuck you looking at?" Blitzo snarked before walking to the desk to a baphomet nurse. The demons in Sloth appeared to have candles on their heads. Her flame was red.
"Our sincere apologies," Thom said to the mother.
"Heya, toots. I'm here for that S-H-O-T for my Loonie Toonie," Blitzo introduced himself, laughing. Loona growled behind him as Thalass tried again to calm her down.
The nurse, however, was confused at the spelling, "The what?" she asked.
Blitzo growled and grabbed a clipboard, "The B-U-L-L shit that my daughter has to get every year that you M-O-T-H-E-R fuckers only allow us to schedule every five years. How the fuck you fuck up that bad, anyway, titty-haver?"
Blitzo wrote down his name on the clipboard's paper.
"Oh, I can't spell," the baphomet stated.
Blitzo pushed the clipboard to her.
"I can't read, either," the nurse addded.
This got Blitzo riled up and Thalass, Pygocen, and Thom were trying in vain to keep it from escalating into a conflict, "The fucking Hellbies shot you fucking re-allly can't say that word anymore," Blitzo said, looking side to side, "The appointment is under Blitzo,"
The nurse began to flip through a notebook full of scheduled appointments. She then got to the end of the notebook, "Uhhhm...I don't see any Blitz on the list," she reported.
Blitzo was really losing his patience as he tapped his finger on the counter, "With an "o", it's silent, you fucking..."
The nurse then flipped the notebook over and found his name, "OH! An "o" right here. Yep, yep! Blitzoooo, Blitzooo," she announced. Blitzo's eye twitched and he was seething in anger.
"Chill out, Blitzo!" Thalass cried.
"Yes, well. We will be ready for her in just a bit. Please take a seat, Mr. O," the nurse said.
Blitzo revealed his pistol hidden in his outfit, and the demon mother was glaring at him with suspicion. Blitzo chuckled nervously. He then forced a smile, "Perf," he said.
"Um, we apologize for the awkward tension. Thank you very much," Thalass said.
Blitzo walked over and took a seat with his arms folded. He glanced at his daugher who was whimpering in fear under three chairs.
"Oh, don't worry, Loonie. It's okay, it's just one little prick, you won't feel it," Blitzo assured her, booping the hellhound's nose.
"Yeah. And we'll be hear to give you the emotional support so you don't go crazy the best we can," Pygocen concurred. Loona smiled at Blitzo and his friends.
"Thanks," Loona said quietly, though still a bit nervous.
"Ew, don't say that, it sounds vulgar," the mother scolded Blitzo.
"Excuse me?" Blitzo questioned.
"Pervert!" the mother exclaimed.
Back with Striker and Stolas, the cowboy imp was galloping on his horse Bombproof, with Stolas tied up behind him. A group of mariachi imps from the Ring of Wrath began to sing about Striker.
Imps: He's galloping over the dusty plains
Even the cacti know his name
If you don't want to die, don't cross his path
The best assassin in the Ring of Wrath
He's Striker! He's Striker!
Sure-shootin', darn-tootin', his name is Striker
First, the cowboy imp leapt onto a train and rode on his horse to a mineshaft, going down the elevator shaft and then bursting from a well.
Imps: Gonna bring that bird back to his lair
With his magic rope and Western flair
He's very good at causing pain
And he loves to ride on the choo-choo-
Striker glared at the quartet imps before they finished that sentence and continued his trek across Wrath to his lair.
Imps: Dirty-dealin', prince-stealin'
He's a villain, Striker!
He's fast and strong and tall and mean
The foulest imp you've ever seen
He'll break your bones to hear 'em crunch
He likes to eat pâté for lunch
Stolas and Striker arrived to the cowboy's lair. It was then the last imp was extending the notes, much to the assassin's annoyance.
Imp: He's Striker, hmm, ye-ye-yeah
He's Striker He's Striker, he-
It was then Striker finally lost his patience that he made a rattlesnake hissing sound.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP! I'M TRYIN' TO DO MY FUCKING JOB! YOU COMIN' IN HERE SINGING ABOUT ME FOR THE MILLIONTH FUCKING TIME! LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE, YOU FREAKS!" he hollered at the quartet.
This terrified the mariachi imps and they began to ride away in the cart they were in
"How does one get their own theme song?" Stolas asked, raising his eyebrow. Striker shrugged in annoyance, also rolling his eyes.
Back in Sloth, Blitzo was still in the waiting room til it was ready. He decided to break the awkward silence, "Soooo, nice weather we're having, huh?" he asked the mother.
The mother paid no attention to Blitzo as she was scrolling on her phone.
"Look, mommy! They let fire toads in here!" the son pointed to Blitzo. The imp frowned.
"Blitzo, don't!" Thalass begged
"Beep beep!" Mirage panicked
"The fuck did you just call me?" Blitzo jeered
"It's not polite to call them that to their face, honey. Wait until we're in the car," the son's mother told him.
"Uh...what's a fire toad?" Pygocen asked.
"You got a problem with me, c*nt?" Blitzo insulted.
Thom facepalmed and Thalass groaned in frustration
"There is a child present, you filthy Wrathian!" the mother gasped, hugging her child close.
"Oh, I am not from Wrath, bitch. Also, my kid's here, too, and I don't think she would appreciate you calling her father..".things"," Blitzo reprimanded, hugging the frightened Loona close.
The mother turned to the nurse, "Is there any way we can reschedule for a time when less of the unemployed rabble are out?"
"Oh, please. I bet the hardest work you've ever done is convincing your husband that little shit's his," Blitzo ridiculed as he pointed at the boy, who's eyes began to water.
"Completely uncalled for Blitzo," Thom sighed.
"Oh, yeah? And what do you do that's so important?" the mother yelled.
Blitzo smirked, "Me? Oh, I kill people. How does a two for one special sound, whore?" he threatened, pulling out his flintlock pistol and pointing it at her.
"Crap!" Thalass caterwauled. A fight broke out in the waiting room, with Thom and Pygocen trying to break it up and Thalass trying to comfort Loona. The nurse thankfully came back out.
"Mr. O, the doc will see your hound now," she announced.
Blitzo was strangling the mother and boy as Thom and Pygocen were trying to break it up. The imp shoves the mother and boy to the ground and brushed off his suit.
"Oh thank god you're here," Thalass said. He approached the nurse and showed her his medical license, "Consider me assistant to the doctor today. Me and my son will do everything to keep Loona stable and calm."
Blitzo then carried Loona into the room, blowing a raspberry behind him at the two. Thom decided to wait out in the waiting room til it was done.
In Wrath, Moxxie, Millie, Momo, and Mau5 pulled up to a gas station to fill the gas
"Crumbs!" Moxxie said, "I'll grab the gas. Millie and Momo, go and see if anyone's seen Striker anywhere," he added.
The group got out of the van. A biker gang pulled up to the gas station and noticed Moxxie. For some reason, the biker seemed to know that the hat Moxxie was wearing looked just like the one he is wearing.
"Hey, queer boy! You stealin' my hat?" the biker accused.
"What?" Moxxie said, confused.
"Same hat," the biker said
"Oh, sorry. My wife just put this hat on my head. You know, because it was...hot...outside..." Moxxie responded.
This prompted the biker to get into the thespian's face, "Saaame. Haaat," he repeated angrily.
Moxxie and Mau5 saw themselves surrounded. The imp sighed, "So, we're doing this, huh?" he concluded.
"Looks like we got ourselves the appetizers before the entree," Mau5 chirped, taking out his uzi, "My ROFLZI goes PEW PEW PEW PEW LOLOLOLOLOL!"
Millie and Momo spotted the small mariachi band. They think they know where Striker could be, "Howdy, boys! Y'all seen this motherfucker riding around here?" she asked, showing the band a drawing of Striker firing a gun. In the background, Moxxie and Mau5 were fighting the bikers.
The quartet was about to start singing again, but Momo motioned to not do so, "No, NO! No singing! Just a yes or no, please," Millie scolded.
"You can choose to remain anonymous if you must," Momo offered.
"Yeah, he lives out by the Badman Lands, in the old train tunnel by the mine shafts. Very outlaw aesthetic, ya can't miss it," said one of the imps. Momo and Millie turned to look at the lands beyond.
Mau5 gunned the second biker down and riddled the corpse with bullets, laughing all the while. Moxxie was riding on the leader's back and slammed his head on the gas tank repeatedly before slamming the leader's head on the van windows. Moxxie swiped his card on the meter and avoided the leader's attack. He then took the gas nozzle and constricted the hose on the biker's throat, pulled him down, put the nozzle in the tank of the van, and leaned against the van with his phone. All while the biker leader suffocated.
"Thank you, kindly," she said bowing. Momo bowed in respect too before following Millie back to the van, getting in, "Sayonara," he said the mariachi imps.
"Come on, Mox! We got a lead!" Millie cheered.
"And not a moment too soon. I bet Chamele already has found him by now too. Let's just hope we're not too late," Momo said.
"Time to pwn the noob!" Mau5 cheered as well.
Moxxie sped forward, decapitating the biker's head and causing the gas station to explode, with the roof falling to the side.
At Striker's hideout, Stolas opened his eyes to find himself tied up upside down on some railroad tracks. The owl prince spotted Striker nearby, using a whetstone to sharpen a blessed knife.
"So, my wife paid you for this, hmm? Wouldn't a holy bullet have sufficed? Or can you not afford those?" he questioned.
Striker frowned before smiling, "I was paid to give you the real royal treatment; your wife must REALLY hate you," he chuckled darkly. He continued sharpening his knife.
"You have no idea," Stolas concurred, looking around at the hideout he was in, "So. Train tracks? Really? Seems a bit clichéd, doesn't it?"
"It's a classic," Striker told him.
"Is the giant statue of yourself also a 'classic' or...?" Stolas quizzed, noticing the statue in front of Striker that was of himself, grinning with a giant erection.
Striker glared, his anger rising as he made rattlesnake sounds and threw the whetstone to the ground, "Are you seriously judging me right now?" he sneered, throwing his hat on the erection part of the statue.
"I'm just impressed you seem to want to suck your own dick this badly," Stolas said.
"Look. Not every ring is some fancy-ass city, with some fancy-ass mansion, that only fancy-ass royals get to live in," Striker ranted, pointing at him and advancing towards the prince, "Some of us have hard lives to live. And some of us have everything we care about taken away by fuckers like you."
"I have no-" Stolas was cut off as Striker stabbed Stolas in the shoulder with his knife and cutted him down. Stolas cried out in pain as the knife dug into his shoulder. The holy sensation burning him. He hit his head on the ground and rolled slightly.
"YOU. Don't get to talk over me!" the cowboy imp snarled, slapping the Goetia with his tail, "I don't have to listen to your bullshit! All you royals ever do is try to talk over us!" he added as he jammed his foot onto the wound.
Stolas tried to petrify Striker, but the blessed rope prevented his powers from working.
"Don't bother trying to use your little eye trick on me; those ropes ain't gonna let you do anything. Got somethin' to say about that? Your Highness?" Striker taunted, stepping on Stolas' open wound once again.
Stolas groaned in pain, "Well, you seem to be forgetting; you are working for a royal right now!" he shot back, kicking Striker off of him.
Striker hissed and grabbed Stolas' ankle, lifting up his foot, and then stomping on the owl's leg, breaking it. Stolas grunted, but this time didn't show any pain, "Blitzo handles me rougher than that in bed; nice try," Stolas sassed.
Striker was put off by Stolas suddenly getting into it. He growled and stabbed Stolas in the leg.
"Blitzy's knife is bigger... and hits sooooo much deeper," Stolas ribbed.
Striker was now fed up with the owl prince and walked around him, "Being a smartass hmm? 'Cause, once I split your neck open and let you choke on your own blue blood, you won't be worth any more than the tombstone you'll be buried under," the cowboy imp threatened, his knife near Stolas' throat.
"Blitzy says far more dirtier things to me with much sharper objects at my throat," Stolas taunted.
Angered that Stolas refuses to give in to fear, Striker threw him to the ground to cool off from being angry. Stolas rolled over and shes a few tears, hoping either Blitzo or his student would make it on time to save him before closing his eyes.
Back in Sloth, at St. An's Hospital, Blitzo, Loona, Thalass, Mirage, and Pygocen were at the doctor's office. The doctor's name was Dr. Somna, a goat-like baphomet. Thalass also introduced himself as a medical officer and the two have been on amicable terms. The appointment was now underway.
Dr. Somna was looking at the papers on his clipboard, "Welcome, Bingo. And this must be Tuna," Dr. Somna said.
"Loona, yeah," Blitzo corrected, "And you can hurry up, please; she isn't a fan of shots. So, let's make this quick for all our sakes."
"Oho! Come, now; it can't be that bad. I see hellhounds every day; there hasn't been one that has caused any issues," the doctor said, pulling out an oversized syringe.
Thalass saw the size of it, "Oh dear," he fretted.
"Beep beep," Mirage aggred.
Loona saw how large the syringe was and growled, lunging at Dr. Somna. Blitzo saw this and quickly grabbed the doctor, getting him out of the way. Loona howled soon after. Thalass tried everything to calm down.
"Relax, Loona. Maybe this won't still be painful?" Pygocen pleaded.
"Yep, right there. Told you, dipshit," Blitzo said, taking the syringe.
In the Pride Ring, in an icy mansion that was home to the marquis of the Ars Goetia, Andrealphus, he and his sister were having tea. The ice peacock created several ice cubes and stirred them into his drink.
"So, earlier. That assassin," Andrealphus began, "Was that yooouuu?" he added playfully.
Stella was sipping her tea, "Guuiilty. Yes, it was," she singsonged.
"You silly minx, you," the marquis giggled, "Though, you know, if your husband dies it won't turn out well for you,"
"He'll be dead; why wouldn't it?" Stella crowed.
Andrealphus was somewhat concerned, "Because, my dear sister, you've already produced an heir; when he dies, his duties, his possessions, his legions, it'll all pass to... Via," he explained.
Stella was absentmindedly continuing to drink her tea without acknowledging the explanation given to her. Her brother grew annoyed at this.
"So, if you kill him, you would..." Andrealphus paused, hoping Stella would get the hint that there is a hole in her plan. But the answer he got was not what he wanted.
"Laugh? Ha-" Stella was about to laugh.
Andrealphus facepalmed in anger, "No, you stupid cow! You'd get nothing!" he shouted. "Ugh... You're so lucky that you're attractive."
"Well, what do you propose we do? He won't leave me anything willingly; he hates me almost as much as I hate him," Stella groaned.
"Hmm. Well, this kind of situation is extremely unique; a Goetia has never behaved like this before," the peacock noted, standing up from his chair and walking behind Stella, "But, with him alive, we have options. Opportunities. An eternity's a long time, my dear; I say we bide our time, and wait for our chance to... GAIN the upper hand," he suggest.
Stella did not like this plan, "Oohhhhhh, but I want him dead so badly!" she whined, "And what about that samurai? He's sworn to protect the Stolas from me. If he finds out I hired him, he'll want to carve my hide,"
"Samurai?" Andrealphus said puzzled. Then he remembered.
"Ah yes. Momo Tengan. The one who is on Stolas' side. I'd figured that you'd have sent assassins to deal with him. Let them have their fun. I'll find ways to make him on our side if all else fails. As for Stolas being dead, he will be, in time, my fiery vixen. But, patience first; now..." the peacock handed Stella his customized phone, "Call off your mangy stray."
Stella frowned. But if it was the only way to gain the advantage over both Stolas and Momo, and making the oni pay for standing up to her, what choice did she have?
Back with Stolas, things were not looking good for him. Striker threw Stolas down while circling him. The prince was panting and whimpering in pain.
"Well, this has been fun, but every good thing has to come to an end. Shame you won't see your kid, again," Striker goaded.
"Don't you dare breathe a word about my daughter," Stolas swore angrily.
"Ohh. Finally hit a nerve, huh?" Striker taunted
"I swear, if you go near her, I will destroy you," Stolas threatened.
This earned him a stab in the shoulder, "Big talk. But, just that. Any last words, Goetia?" the cowboy chuckled darkly.
"Blitzo will-" the prince began weakly.
"That rodeo clown told you he ain't coming; Nobody is coming." Striker concluded triumphantly, raising his knife, preparing to finish Stolas off.
Just as he was about to finish the job and stab Stolas through the heart, he heard his phone ring and answered it.
"Hello?" Striker answered.
"Change of plans, darling. I need the prick alive," Stella said over the phone.
Striker looked annoyed that she interrupted his job and shifted glances between the wounds he inflicted on Stolas and his knife. He sat on the owl prince while having a phone call with the swan.
"I'm kinda in the middle of killing him," the cowboy imp protested.
Stolas tried to speak, but Striker used his tail to cover his mouth.
"Well, stop it. We need him alive to get some affairs in order. I'll pay you more to spare him and bring him to us," Stella offered.
Striker groaned in annoyance, putting his fingers on his face, "Yes, ma'am."
"Glorious," Stella said.
Striker closed his phone and then smashed it against a rock, growling.
"Well, good news for you, Feathers. your royal c*nt said she don't want you dead no more. But, she didn't say what condition you had to be in," the assassin said, grabbing on to Stolas' face and hovering his knife near his eyes.
"I think these reds might be a pretty trophy; can't have you seeing me again, can we?" Striker said with a wicked grin.
Suddenly, a tongue smacked at Striker in the head, causing him to stumble back and jump to avoid touching the lava, "What the?"
He then pointed his knife around at who did that. Suddenly, Striker was punched in the face multiple times and was wrestled to the ground. The cowboy imp escaped the grasp and pointed his knife.
It was then Striker heard a familiar voice, "Shamone! Remember me?"
The cowboy imp hissed as Chamele revealed himself, rattling his tail and frills and uttering a shrieking sound like a Dilophosaurus, "You again?" Striker seethed.
"Aaaow! Let's dance, Striker!" Chamele challenged.
"Finally, I get to take those frills of yours as a trophy!" Striker snarled.
Suddenly, a car horn is heard in the distance. Strike growled and looked around for the source. Chamele did too. Parts of the cavern ceiling began to crumble and the I.M.P van broke through the ceiling, tumbling down the embankmen and as the van came to a rest, the door opened with Moxxie aiming his rifle at the cowboy imp.
Striker dodged the bullets and throws his knife into the rifle, causing another bullet to ricochet around the cavern and strike a nearby boom box that begins playing a country song for brawls.
Striker cracked his neck and prepared to fight the imp. Moxxie struggled to pull the knife out of his rifle. The cowboy imp twirled out his two angelic revolvers and aimed it at Moxxie. He then dodged a longsword from Millie. He then dodged several kunai thrown at him from Momo who dropped down.
Momo looked at the condition Stolas was in and gasped in shocked.
And then Striker slithered out of the way of bullets from Mau5's uzi, who was playfully imitating the sounds of his ROFLZI.
The oni then realized that Stolas has been badly damaged and now has decided to let the rage out. He clicked and then screeched in an unholy way, splitting his arms into three arms each that grasped all three of his scimitars, "YOU!" he screamed with rage.
Millie swung at Striker again and dodged his bullets. The cowboy kicked Millie onto the railroad tracks. Chamele jumped onto Striker, but the cowboy assassin wrestled him to the ground. The cowboy is then tackled by Momo. But all the same, Striker slithered out of the oni's grasp.
The cowboy then used his tail to grasp onto the the longsword and impaled it to the ground, which Millie dodged. Millie unsheathed a katana and she and Momo clashed with Striker.
A bullet then hits the longsword and then the cowboy sees Millie, Moxxie, Momo, Mau5, and Chamele were together, ready to take Striker down and save Stolas.
The assassins and cowboy began brawling with Striker as he parried every single attack. Moxxie then shoots a bullet at the longsword, breaking it and the tip landing on the boombox, switching to another song.
(Jesus He Knows Me - Ghost)
Striker is surprised by the song it switches to, but quickly disregards it as Moxxie and Millie double team him first. Moxxie throws a battle axe to Millie, who grabs it and tries to slam it on the cowboy.
The assassin quickly disregarded it and dodged, only to be met with a tongue wrapping around Striker's waist before being lifted into the air and Momo doing a flying kick to the ground. Striker rolled out of the way to avoid the oni's scimitar slashes.
Mau5 then took out a new weapon: a flamethrower, "BURN BABY BURN!" he shouted. Striker yelped and slithered out of the way.
Chamele used his tongue to swing from a railroad track and swung kicked Striker in the face before camouflaging
Striker shoots from his revolvers and Momo, now back with his two arms, uses his katana slice the bullets in half. He narrowly dodges a swing of Millie's axe, but is met with a kick from Moxxie.
Striker tries to shoot Moxxie, but Millie used her axe to deflect the bullets. Moxxie shot at the cowboy, but he dodged, only for Millie to cleave the revolvers. He then dodged the axe. Striker used his lasso, which the I.M.P assassins got out of the way. The lasso latched onto a rock and Striker pulled.
The rock got loose and hit both Momo and Millie. The cowboy swung the lasso-attached rock which Moxxie darted away from. Mau5 took another crack at the cowboy imp, "Hey you dirty outlaw!" he shouted attempting to burn Striker.
Striker just smirked and smacked the cyberimp away with the lasso rock. The damage to the flamethrower caused him to detach from it and discard it before it exploded. He was then smacked by the rock again. This time in the nuts, "Ah! *crying face*"
Momo then grinded his katana across his teeth, scraping it and then heating it. He then had one hand holding three scimitars and the other his katana. Striker tried to demolish the Sinner with the lasso, but he used his ninja skills to dodge the attacks. He used his scimitar claw to swing from railroad track to track.
At first, he thought he found an opening, and went to do a slash at Striker. But this time, the cowboy was ready for it and the rock hit him in the head. On the ground, the oni spit a tooth out. But Striker pinned him down on the shoulder with another knife he had concealed.
Momo screamed in pain and grasped at the knife handle, "Hurts doesn't it? Now stay down awhile," Striker mocked.
Chamele then hissed and used his tongue, but Striker grabbed it, pulled the cowboy lizard to him, and then wrangled him up.
Mau5 tried again, using another rock, but the outlaw shook him off and then threw the cyberimp onto Moxxie. They dodged the rock, which shattered on impact. Moxxie fired a shot at Striker, but he dodged out of the way.
Striker then dodged Millie's axe, wrapped his rope onto the railroad track above, and used the axe handle to catapult above. He swung above and low until Striker wrapped his lasso onto a stalagmite, crashing it down to the ground.
It created a shockwave, enough for Millie to get tossed into a rock and Moxxie to the side. Before the thespian could do anything, Striker swung kicked him. And then he used his tail to swing the axe at Millie, pinning her against the rock in between it and the axe.
Momo sees this and continues trying to pull the knife off his shoulder, muttering in silent rage as he begins steaming from the mouth like a furnace.
Striker clicked his finger and chuckled before noticing Moxxie reaching out for his pistol. He lassoed another nearby stalagmite and slammed it into Moxxie's back.
Millie began struggling to get free. Striker retrieved his hat from the statue and put it on, advancing towards a downed Moxxie.
Momo managed to remove the knife from his shoulder, gasping in pain and looking just in time to see Striker advance towards the thespian reaching for his pistol.
Striker then began to strangle Moxxie, "Oh, I remember how easy you are to choke the life out of, little one," he taunted.
Moxxie groaned, "Ohhhh, harder," he said.
Striker got disgusted and got up from hearing the remark. Big mistake. Moxxie then kicked Striker's legs out from under him and lassoed the cowboy by the neck, spinning him around and then throwing him to the ground.
"You cowboy piece of shit!" Moxxie shouted.
Striker whipped out another pistol, but Momo, in an angry rage that would rival that of an onryo, landed in uppercut to his jaw. Striker, hissing loudly, tried to use his tail, but the yakuza oni grabbed it casually and began pulling Striker towards him and punching him in the face numerous times.
The oni then lifted Striker in the air by the tail, slamming him down, reeled him in one more time, and then punched him in the gut, causing him to wheeze.
The oni then pinned him down, "Stay down!"
Millie saw the opportunity to strike the base of the statue. Striker looked up just in time to see it falling towards him and tried to move away, but it landed on top of him.
Moxxie began walking towards the Striker. When the dust cleared, he saw that somehow, like a snake, Striker had managed to get away. He had gone back into the shadows to strike another day, "Fuck," he muttered.
"That ashatto got away," Momo said under his breath, unwrangling Chamele and helping him up.
Moxxie looked towards his wife and sees her with an unconscious Stolas. Momo saw it too.
"No..." the oni gasped.
"Oh, crumbs! We've got to get him to a hospital!" Moxxie cried.
They got Stolas into the van and rushed out of the cavern straight to Sloth to get the prince to the hospital.
Outside of St. An's, Blitzo, Thalass, Pygocen, Thom, and Loona emerged. Blitzo was beaten, bandaged, and bruised. Loona had a cone around her neck and was holding a lollipop. Thalass and Pygocen were beaten and bruised as well as exhausted.
Also reporters were outside when they emerged.
The other assassins pulled up to the front in a hurry.
Blitzo was momentarily relieved that they survived, "Oh, good. You guys actually managed to-" he began before a horde of medical personnel and reporters trampled Blitzo as they rushed to the van.
Two plague doctors opened the van as Millie looked on with worry. They put Stolas on a stretcher. Blitzo was trampled again when they wheeled the prince inside. He then saw his tail out as they passed by.
Thom began escorting Loona gently to the van in which she toppled over inside, exhausted.
Momo and Moxxie helped their boss up, "Are you okay, sir?" Moxxie asked.
"Oh, peachy. Yeah, no. Today has been wonderful," Blitzo said with sarcasm. He pointed to the hospital doors, "What the fuck was THAT about?"
Blitzo then had a look of realization when he saw the familiar tail feathers, "Wait...don't tell me that was-"
Momo took a deep breath and then exhaled, "I wish it wasn't," he sighed sadly.
"Stolas got hurt, bad," Millie reported.
Blitzo had emotions that were a mixture of shock, worry, and disbelief, "Stolas got what?"
The imp was silent for a long time. Momo went over behind the van and cursed loudly to the point where anyone could hear him. The oni knew it, but he didn't care. It was all too close. Too close. Any other minute and they would've been too late.
He approached Thalass, who heard what Moxxie said and was in sadness, "Doctor, tell the nurse to let us know when any one of us can visit Stolas," Momo said solemnly.
"Will do," Thalass said before walking back inside the hospital.
In the hospital room, Stolas was recovering from his injuries sustained from Striker. He was surrounded by plants and flowers and blood was being transferred into him to keep him alive. He had bandages wrapped around his chest and right arm in a big cast and sling. His left leg is in a cast and propped up in a sling and right thigh is bandaged up.
As Stolas laid there, he heard his phone buzzing and used his magic to bring it to him. He answered and saw he got a notification from Blitzo. The prince began scrolling through through prior conversations.
Stolas: I'M SORRY IF ANYTHING I SAID OR DID MAY HAVE OFFENDED YOU TONIGHT.
Blitzo: ITZ WUTEVS
Stolas: NEXT TIME YOU COME OVER, MAYBE WE CAN TALK ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED AT OZZIE'S?
Blitzo: Y?
Stolas: I'M SORRY! NEVERMIND, IT'S NOT A BIG DEAL. I WAS JUST WORRIED ABOUT YOU. YOU SEEMED VERY UPSET AND YOU TOOK OFF SO FAST. BUT MAYBE I READ TOO MUCH INTO THAT, I'M GLAD IF THAT'S NOT THE CASE. I WASN'T UPSET EITHER, I JUST WANTED TO MAKE SURE YOU WEREN'T AND OBVIOUSLY YOU CAN HANDLE ANY STUPID JOKE A CLOWN CAN MAKE. ASMODEUS CAN BE VERY INVASIVE IN HIS HUMOR, BUT I THOUGHT IT WAS PRETTY FUNNY MYSELF. WHAT HE SAID ABOUT ME AT LEAST, I ENJOY BEING THE SUBJECT OF JEST. MAYBE YOU CAN SAY MEAN THINGS TO ME TOO NEXT TIME YOU COME OVER.
Stolas: IF YOU WANT?
Blitzo: SHUR
Stolas: THANKS FOR HELPING ME WITH VIA TODAY, YOU WERE GREAT IN THAT HUMAN SHOW.
Blitzo: NP
Stolas: ARE YOU COMING OVER TONIGHT WITH THE BOOK?
Blitzo: LYKE OLWAYS
Stolas: IF YOU DON'T FEEL LIKE COMING, THAT'S OK! I'M SURE I CAN DO WITHOUT IT FOR ONE MONTH. :)
Blitzo: K
Stolas: DO YOU PLAN TO VISIT TOMORROW? I KNOW YOU'VE BEEN BUSY, AND WORKING HARD. MAYBE IF YOU'D PREFER, WE CAN SKIP THE BEDROOM AND JUST RELAX, MAYBE? I'M SURE YOU NEED A BREAK.
Blitzo: WUTEVR YOU WANT, ITS UR NIGHT
Stolas: IF YOU'RE NOT UP FOR IT, OR TOO TIRED, THAT'S PERFECTLY FINE. NO PRESSURE, I DON'T HAVE ANYTHING WITH THE GRIMOIRE TILL NEXT MONTH.
Blitzo: MAE BEE
Stolas: MAYBE INSTEAD OF OUR USUAL ARRANGEMENT ON THE FULL MOON WE COULD PROPERLY CATCH UP THIS WEEK? MAYBE MONDAY?
Blitzo: I MITE B BSUY
Stolas: I WOULDN'T WANT TO BOTHER YOU!
Stolas: YOU CAN ALWAYS DROP OFF THE BOOK ON THE FULL MOON AND I CAN LEAVE IT FOR YOU IF YOU ARE TOO TIRED TO DO ANYTHING...
Stolas: BUT, I WOULD LIKE TO SEE YOU.
Blitzo: K
Stolas then scrolled to the recent text from Blitzo.
Blitzo: GIT BEVVER SWOON :(
Stolas smiled weakly, knowing that at least Blitzo cared for his well being despite having not seen each other in awhile. He then texted back.
Stolas: THANK YOU, BLITZ, THAT MEANS A LOT. I MIGHT BE HERE FOR A WHILE, IF YOU EVER WANT TO VISIT.💜
After he finished responding to Blitzo, the owl prince sees Blitzo typing a message. Sadly, he doesn't send it. His smile faded and he dejectedly put his phone down. He then rolled over and began to fall asleep as more petals on the flowers fall away.
Weeks later...
Momo and Loona decided to hang out at a cafe for cups of coffee to recover from their own ordeals. Momo decided to try some boba tea while Loona got coffee.
"So...trying something new for once?" Loona asked.
"Yeah. Normally, I'd drink til I drop with sake. But...I need to remain focused," Momo responded.
Loona hummed, understanding him, "You think Via's dad will be alright?" she asked.
Momo was silent for a few minutes. He sipped his tea before his other hand opened and closed, his fist shaking, "I don't know. I feel like me, Moxxie, Millie, Mau5, and Chamele...it felt like we were cutting it close. I feel like we would've been too late."
Loona frowned, "Did you ask one of the nurses to visit him when visiting time is available?" she asked.
"Well, Thalass did that as I was not in the best of moods. But I did get confirmation that we're allowed to visit once Stolas is in stable condition at the hospital," Momo confirmed.
Loona sipped her coffee, "To be honest, never going to a hospital for shots like that again unless I'm in critical condition," she muttered.
Momo nodded, "I heard that."
Loona saw the solemn look on the yakuza's face, "If I may ask, you saved Stolas. So why is it that you don't feel that maybe he could be alive still?"
"If I'm gonna be honest, I just feel like crying. I have been for the past week feeling mixture of emotions: rage, fury, sadness, and frustration. Rage. Rage for whoever hired Striker in the first place has earned my ire. Same for who hired Orochi in the first place as well. Fury. Where I want to gut whoever hired them in the first place and put Stolas in the hospital. Sadness. Where I felt like we should've gotten to Stolas fast enough. And frustration. Where after all this time, I still have no lead on who hired them in the first place," Momo explained, his voice cracking with a mix of anger and sadness.
Loona looked at the oni with sympathy, "Listen. I'm sure if you were in Stolas' shoes, I'd feel the same. So I don't blame you."
The hellhound then hugged the oni, who slowly accepted the hug, "I just feel like a baby at times. But...it's important I keep getting stronger so that I can mount the hires on a wall," Momo said softly.
Loona gave the oni samurai a playful punch, "Save your energy," she chuckled.
It was then that Momo heard his hellphone vibrate. He checked it and got a text.
THALASS: VISITING HOURS NOW AVAILABLE.
Momo then got up, "Loona. Stolas is available. I'm gonna go see him now. Take care Loona,"
Loona smiled, "I'll live."
The oni took his boba tea and called a taxi. Once one pulled over, he opened the door to an imp taxi driver.
"So...where to?" he asked.
"St. An's Hospital in Sloth," Momo answered.
"Whoa, hold on a sec. Is it for work? Because if not, I can't take you there," the imp cautioned.
"Yes. It's for work," the oni answered.
"Alright. Jump in," the driver said.
Momo did so and they went on their way to St. An's Hospital in the Sloth Ring. A few minutes later, they arrived.
The oni paid for the taxi and then entered the hospital. After dealing with the nurse who was illiterate, something Momo didn't have against, he told her that visiting hours had begun and was scheduled.
The nurse told Momo to wait til it was ready. A few minutes later, the doctor that was responsible for the hellbies shot, Dr. Somna, approached the oni, "Momo Tengan?"
"Yeah?" Momo nodded.
"Stolas is ready to see you now, come with me," Somna said. Momo got up and followed.
Momo and Dr. Somna conversed. For a demon from Sloth, he seemed like a pleasant doctor. He even namedropped Thalass to him.
"Thalass? Oh you mean the medical officer that was with the piranha imp and Bingo," Somna said.
"It's Blitzo," Momo corrected.
"Right, right. Yeah, he seemed like a nice guy," the baphomet doctor replied.
Momo nodded. They then approached the room that Stolas was in. The doctor let himself in, "Stolas, you have a visitor," he said.
For some reason, Stolas thought Blitzo did come. But when Momo came in, Stolas then shrugged his shoulder. At least his student came to visit. He look displeased of the condition he was in.
Momo looked down in shame. Never in his unlife had he seen him in this condition. He felt like the once great prince had become a wounded ruler, "Sensei..." he began.
The prince waved his hand, "Momo...no need to apologize. It wasn't your fault. I'm truly sorry that I allowed myself to end up like this," he said.
"No...I'm the one at fault. If I just got to you fast enough, none of this would've happened. I'm always promising myself to keep the Goetias like you and Via safe from harm...but now look at you. I feel like...we nearly failed," Momo lamented.
Stolas sighed sadly, "And to think my own wife was doing this. What would the Sins and other Goetias think of this?"
"She's already in thin ice after what I've learned about her. I mean do you recall that confrontation where you threatened the divorce. Feels like she's been..." the oni paused and froze at what Stolas said. He then looked at the prince.
"Wait...what did you say?" Momo asked.
"Right before that cowboy captured me, I saw her smile. It then clicked in my head that she must've hired him to kill me," Stolas explained, "And I wouldn't be surprised if Andrealphus was in on the whole thing as well."
Momo was clenching his fists. Little did he know what Stolas would tell him that the oni would grow to resent Stella than he already had.
"Yeah, I'm sorry to say...a divorce is required, is it not?" the prince added.
Momo backed up in disbelief. He hoped it wasn't true, "It was her...wasn't it?" he growled.
Stolas nodded.
That's when the samurai snapped. He began shaking with rage, "I should've known...it was her...all this time...that...that...THAT STUPID SWAN C*NT!" he roared. Momo then punched the wall near the entrance to the room that it cracked.
Stolas looked surprised by his reaction.
Momo saw the look on his face and bowed with respect, 'Gomenasai, Stolas-sensei," he apologized.
"So...what will you do?" Stolas asked.
Momo sighed. He wished he had a solution, "Honestly...I don't know. Part of me wants to tear that skank a new one...but not only am I not strong enough to fight a Goetia, I fear the consequences."
"Good point. I'm sure you could get in alot of trouble for killing a Goetia," Stolas pointed out.
"Well what choice would I have if she had me cornered and attempted to kill me as well?!" the oni cried.
"We have choices. We all have choices. Killing Stella won't solve the problem. It will only create new ones. Revenge is too heavy a burden to carry. I'm sure with your assassins it's one thing since you're assassins who killed that ungrateful yakuza boss that was dishonorable. But here...it's different. The desire for revenge. It's a sickness that will eat your soul until you become a monster of regret, pain, rage, and suffering. Hell, if I actually did die and you carried out revenge against him or her, would it be satisfying? No..." Stolas explained.
Momo hated when his teacher was right. He wished he could do something, "I just wish I could do something," he muttered.
"There is something you can do," the prince piped up, "As a matter of fact, I must tell you something."
The oni listened.
"If I am to die one day, Octavia is the next precautionary heir to the throne. My powers, knowledge, legion, and others will go to her." Stolas told him.
The yakuza heard it all. He then had a look of determination. The oni went over and put his hand on his shoulder gently, "If I'm no longer able to protect you...I swear as your student and pupil...I will protect Octavia from scumbags like Striker and Stella. Assassin, mob boss, Goetia, or any other asshole. I will see to it she rightfully ascends the throne."
Stolas smiled, looking very pleased to hear it, "Momo...please...don't let my daughter suffer no hamr. When I finish divorcing Stella, I will make sure she's in my custody," he advised.
"I'll do as you ask," Momo responded, "Stay strong sensei..."
Stolas smiled, "Farewell, Momo," he said.
Momo nodded before walking out. Stolas could only hope that his pupil would keep his daughter safe as he remained in the hospital.
The yakuza had a look that would say to the world come at me. He had the look as he walked out of the hospital and waited for an Uber ride home. He got out of his kimono the same blessed rope that was tied to Stolas. He decided to keep it so he could against them in the future.
"If Stella and Striker come at us again...let them come. With my fellow assassins and friends...I'll enjoy bringing those scumbags their just desserts whatever it takes," he said to himself.
And now...Japanese words uttered by Momo.
Maji desu ka? - Are you serious?
Ano mesu inu no musuko - That fucking son of a bitch
Oya iya kare wa shi mase nichi! - Oh no you don't!
Sayonara - farewell
Gomenasai - Sorry
Ashatto - asshole
Well here we are again. New year and new possibilities. As you can imagine, this episode broke me. It made me fear for Stolas' future for how long the show will go. I makes me wonder whether Stella will succeed in her plans. I hope to God no. I hope Stella gets her just desserts.
Now you may notice some things here. First of all, I cut out the parts with sequence where Blitzo and the doctor keep trying to give Loona the shot. I did this because I felt like it contradicted the fight scene with Striker. Second, Blitzo doesn't say the "He can get hurt?" line because I saw this sins review of the episode.
I have to agree because it's been established that blessed weapons could kill Stolas. And we never seen how he would react to regular weapons like ever. So whether or not it worked and if it did, was it supposed to be shock?...I'll let you guys decide on that one. But after some thinking after seeing the sins video, yeah. I can agree.
But enough about that. As promised, I will begin making the one shot of Queen Bee next. So til then, keep on rocking.