Striker

"Shit, Blitzø got away. Guess I ain't gettin' paid today."

I grumbled as I walked from my latest botched job. That Crimson guy wanted me to kidnap that blue-blood Asmodeus' pet imp. I did a good job, but Blitzø fucked it up. I'll admit, as much as he has gotten in my way, he's respectable, building himself up from the ground up. I'd work with him if the money didn't put us on opposite sides.

Anyway, I was off looking for my next job. I don't really have loyalty to one side, just wherever the cash is. So, off I was, looking for the cash.

Blitzø's escapades meant that I couldn't get many jobs in the greed, wrath, or lust rings for a little while. Add to it the fact that the sloth, gluttony, and envy rings are all dead-ends, that left me with the Pride ring.

I was walkin' down the road, looking for any job that wasn't a sex thing, I heard an engine roar. It sounded powerful, and I just assumed it was an asshole on an unnecessarily loud motorcycle. However, it kept getting louder and louder. I turned around just barely in time to see a giant flying thing grab me.

"Whoa whoa whoa! What the fuck is going on?!" I yelled.

The thing that snatched me replied, "Worry not, you are not in any danger."

I shouted, "Put me the fuck down now!"

The flying kidnapper ignored me as it flew to the edge of the city. Eventually, we got to a steel door on a cliffside. It opened, and the flying thing flew me into what looked like a bunker.

After flying down the entry hallway, it dropped me in what looked like a laboratory and landed behind me.

I scrambled up, drew my gun, and pointed it at the thing. "Okay, what the fuck do you want?!"

The flying thing wore what looked like an aviator uniform, along with an aviator mask and goggles. It removed his mask, and I saw that he had a serpentine face and eagle feathers making a resemblance of hair. Along with that, he had these red eyes. I know a lot of people in Hell, especially Sinners, have red eyes, but his were... different.

"Calm yourself, Striker," he spoke.

I retorted, "No way in Hell!"

"Could you PLEASE shut the fuck up?" an exasperated voice said. I turned around, and it was this short-ass angler in a lab coat.

I asked, "Okay, what the fuck is going on?"

The flyer spoke, "Sorry to approach you in such... unfortunate conditions."

"By 'unfortunate', you mean kidnapping me?" I asked.

"Well, yes. I am Starscream, a new Overlord." he introduced.

"Wow, 'Starscream'? What the fuck kinda name is that?" I joked.

Starscream sighed. "No matter what you think of my name, you are looking for a new job, are you not?"

"Yeah. What's it to you?" I interrogated.

"Well, I am looking for an employee, and you come highly recommended."

I raised my eyebrow. "What kinda job?"

"I want you to watch over some... people of concern." he pitched.

I was confused. "Wait, you want me to spy? Look, pal, I do killin', not spyin'."

"Oh come now. The pay will be great." Starscream bargained.

"Oh? And what is the pay?" I asked.

He smirked and walked over to a crate. He opened it, and I could have sworn I saw...

"Is that... Is that an exterminator's corpse?"

"Yep." Starscream smiled.

I looked at the corpse and took a good look at it. It was hooked up to all sorts of equipment. There were two tubes attached to it, one in the mouth and one up its ass. There was this pulsing machine attached to its chest, and the sleeves were torn off, revealing arms that looked like they belonged to a drug addict.

I stammered, "Who... Who the hell killed that... That thing?"

"Why, yours truly," Starscream motioned to himself.

I stared in awe. "You... You really did kill an exterminator."

He pitched, "Precisely. Now, about your payment. I will give you a vial of angel's blood every week if you spy on the Three Vees."

That shook me out of it. "Wait, why would angel's blood be any good to me?"

The angler explained, "Angel's blood has a strange effect on Sinners and Hellborn demons. On us residents of Hell, angel's blood acts like a steroid to us."

I processed this. "So, in exchange for some performance-enhancing drug, I have to spy on the Vees?"

"Precisely!" Starscream announced. "In addition, you can pretend to work for them and take whatever they pay you, along with what I pay you."

I pondered. Playing both sides, huh? "Well, sign me up!"

He smiled. "Wonderful. Now, take your first vial, and get on to this job."

I took the vial, thanked him, and went on my merry way. So what if I have to be some cowardly spy? For this angel's blood stuff and whatever those Vees pay me when I pretend to work for them, this'll be a great job.


Sorry if this chapter seems a bit stiff, it's just that it made me lose my motivation like a bloodletting. Anyhow, now that it's done, the quality of writing will (hopefully) get better.

In the meantime, I wanted to pitch this idea for a new fic. It's similar to this one, still being TransformersxHazbin Hotel with Starscream as a main character, but instead of ending up in Hell after dying, Starscream ends up possessing Emily, the Seraphim angel. That way, I can have the Starscream-Windblade dynamic of "sleazy, miserable prick" and "honest, hopeful good girl" along with being able to make Starscream as much of an asshole as I want to. Thoughts?