A loud blast was heard all over the room. People were screaming, and the place was quickly covered in dust and smoke.
"What's going on?!" yelled Asmodeus.
"No... It can't be!" said Blitzo, pointing to the figure of the rogue imp.
"Fuck. How did he get in?" asked Fizzarolli.
"That doesn't matter now. We have to stop him," said Asmodeus.
"Alright, you stay here. I'll deal with him," said Blitzo, jumping down from the stage.
"No way. I'm coming with you," insisted Fizzarolli, following him.
"Fine, just don't get hurt," said Blitzo, concerned.
The two approached Striker, who was grinning menacingly.
"I told you I would be back," he said, his voice low and dangerous.
"What the hell do you want, Striker?" demanded Blitzo.
"Isn't it obvious? I'm here to kill you, Fizzarolli. You've messed with the natural order too much." he replied, his smile widening.
"Over my dead body," growled Blitzo, summoning his gun.
"Oh, trust me, that's exactly what's going to happen," said Striker, pulling out a shotgun.
The two began firing at each other, the bullets ricocheting off the walls and causing damage all around.
Meanwhile, the rest of the crowd was panicking, trying to get away from the danger. Stolas and Asmodeus were trying to help the imps and hellhounds, while the rest of the princes was looking rather entertained.
"Aren't you gonna help us?" shouted Stolas to the princes.
"Why? It's so entertaining! Hopefully that stupid Fizzarolli is gone for good." said a voice from the crowd.
This angered Asmodeus.
"How could you say that, you heartless asshole!" he screamed, and threw a fireball towards the princes, causing an explosion.
"Oh, sorry. Wasn't talking about you, Oz," said the voice, laughing.
"Fuck you, you fucking bastards!" yelled Asmodeus, and another explosion occurred.
Meanwhile, Striker, Fizzarolli and Blitzo were still exchanging shots. The rogue imp was starting to tire.
"I'm getting tired of this," said Striker. "I'll just have to finish you off."
"Not a chance!" shouted Blitzo, shooting him in the arm.
"Fuck," hissed Striker, and then aimed at Blitzo. "You're dead, Blitzo."
But before he could shoot, Fizzarolli tackled him from behind.
"Get off me, you piece of shit!" he screamed, but Fizzarolli was not letting him go.
"Never! I'm not going to let you hurt my friends anymore!" yelled Fizzarolli, trying to disarm him.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," cursed Striker, and then headbutted Fizzarolli.
"Argh, you bastard," groaned Fizzarolli.
Members of Striker's gang stormed Mammon's palace. It felt like the whole population of the suburbs was in the same room all at once, and they started attacking the crowd.
"Fucking assholes, leave me alone!" shouted one of the princes, throwing a fireball to a group of imps, killing them.
"Get lost, you filthy creatures!" shouted another, throwing a fireball too.
Asmodeus, Stolas, Moxxie and Millie were trying their best to protect the innocents, but there were just too many attackers.
"This is a disaster," said Asmodeus, throwing a fireball to another imp.
"I know, but we can't give up now. We have to keep fighting," said Stolas, summoning a magic circle and hitting some of the gang members.
"This is not working. They're too many," sighed Asmodeus.
While he was fighting Striker, Blitzo turned his head and noticed a gangster attacking other imps, and tried to stop him.
"Stop it! We're trying to improve things here, why are you attacking other imps!?" shouted Blitzo, trying to get through to him.
"Then they should stop trying to mess with us, so fuck you," retorted the imp, kicking Blitzo in the face.
Fizzarolli was still trying to keep Striker busy, but he hadn't got a lot of energy left.
"Give up already, Fizzarolli. You can't beat me," gloated Striker.
"In your dreams," replied Fizzarolli.
Suddenly, Stolas and Asmodeus jumped in front of him.
"What the hell are you doing here?!" demanded Striker.
"Saving my boyfriend" answered Asmodeus, smirking.
"Why are you with an imp, Asmodeus?" sneered Striker.
"Because I love him." said Stolas, launching a magic attack.
"Damn you," hissed Striker, and then disappeared into the chaos of the battlefield.
"Are you okay, Fizzy?" asked Asmodeus.
"Yes, thank you, Oz," replied Fizzarolli, and the two of them hugged.
The fight was continuing, and the situation was only getting worse. The princes were still trying to defend themselves from the gangsters, and the imps and hellhounds were getting more and more desperate.
"This is bad, there are too many of them!" said Moxxie, concerned.
"I didn't want to do this but... We have to defend our friends." replied Millie with tears in her eyes, seeing people she used to talk with every day killing each other, and she summoned a weapon from her belt.
"What are you doing?" asked Moxxie.
"What does it look like? We have to stop them," said Millie, and she launched herself at the nearest gangster.
"Hey, what the hell are you doing, bitch?" shouted the imp.
"Stop this madness," she demanded.
"No way, we're not stopping," retorted the imp.
"Fine," sighed Millie, and then stabbed him in the head.
"Holy fuck!" screamed the imp, and then collapsed on the floor.
"Anyone else wants to stop me?" she asked, and the gangsters took a step back.
"What are you doing, Millie?" asked Moxxie, shocked.
"I'm protecting the people I love," she replied, determined.
"But, how can we fight our own kind?" questioned Moxxie.
"Because they would do the same to us," she said, pointing at the gangsters.
"You're right Millie..." said Moxxie, and joined the fray.
The two of them were fighting their way through the crowd, trying to reach the exit. But they were quickly surrounded by more gangsters.
"Fuck, we're trapped," said Moxxie.
"Don't worry, we'll get out of here," assured Millie.
The battle was getting more and more chaotic, and the princes were starting to get tired.
"We have to get out of here," said Stolas.
"I know, but how?" asked Asmodeus.
"Through the secret passages," said Mammon, who was fighting near them.
"Secret passages?" asked Stolas.
"Yeah, the ones that lead to the underground tunnels," explained Mammon.
"How do we get there?" asked Fizzarolli.
"Come with me," said Mammon, and led the group trying to get to the tunnels.
"This is the way out," said Mammon, pointing at a ladder.
"Let's go find Blitzo and the others first." said Fizzarolli to the group.
They looked around, but they couldn't see Blitzo, nor Millie or Moxxie in the chaos.
"Where are they?" asked Asmodeus.
"They must be somewhere in the middle of all these gangsters," said Stolas.
"Come on, let's go find them," said Fizzarolli, leading the group.
Meanwhile Blitzo, who had reunited with Millie and Moxxie, was in the middle of a group of gangsters, fighting for their lives.
"Come on, let's kick some ass!" shouted Millie, and the three of them launched themselves at the gangsters.
"Fuck you, you bastards!" cursed Blitzo, shooting one in the head.
"Damn it, we have to get out of here," said Moxxie.
"Yeah, I know. But how?" asked Blitzo.
"Wait, look, is that Fizzarolli?" pointed Millie.
"Oh my God, you're here!" shouted Blitzo.
"Yeah, let's get the fuck outta here," said Fizzarolli, taking Blitzo's hand and leading him to the stairs.
"Wait, what about the others?" asked Millie.
But just when they were about to climb, the sound of heavy footsteps was heard, and Striker appeared, his face bloody.
"I knew I would find you," he sneered, and attacked the group.
They quickly moved away from his sword, but he kept attacking them.
"Help!" shouted Fizzarolli.
Stolas threw a magic circle to him, but Striker easily dodged it.
"You just won't stop, will you?" said Fizzarolli.
Then, behind Striker two more creatures appeared. One was smiling, and had his voice sounding like a radio. The other, was a colorful fox, who always hated imps.
"You two? really?" said Stolas.
"It's time to end you once and for all." said Beelzebub.
"YOU WILL STOP TRYING TO HURT OUR BUSINESS" said Alastor, growing into his demon form.
"I've had enough of your bullshit, Beelzebub," snarled Asmodeus.
"Likewise, prince of lust," responded the princess.
The two sides started fighting, while the other princes and lower class demons were watching in awe.
"This is crazy" said a gangster.
"You don't say" added another.
"Fuck, they're destroying my palace," cried Mammon, his face covered in sweat.
"This is all your fault!" growled Striker, swinging his sword.
"My fault?" exclaimed Fizzarolli.
"Yes, yours. If you hadn't messed with the natural order, none of this would have happened," he sneered.
"How is this my fault? I'm just trying to help the poor people," argued Fizzarolli.
"Exactly. You're trying to change things that were meant to stay the same. That's against the laws of hell. And that's why I'm going to kill you," declared Striker.
"We'll see about that," said Fizzarolli, and the two resumed their fight.
So much happened at once. Princes fought with their magic and superpowers, the imps tried their hardest with their weapons. The duel between Stolas and Beelzebub, for instance. Their attacks were powerful and deadly, the two of them were both extremely strong.
"This is madness!" screamed one of the princes.
"Just let us die already!"
"Stop this insanity!"
The fighting continued, and soon enough, everyone started to flee the palace.
"Fuck, the other princes are running away," cursed Fizzarolli, trying to catch them.
"They're probably scared," replied Striker, his tone full of disdain. "They're cowards. And they should be scared. They have no place in the society we have built. And neither do you, Fizzarolli," he replied.
And then, he shot him.
"Argh!" cried Fizzarolli, falling on the floor.
"Shit, Fizzarolli, are you okay?" asked Asmodeus, running towards him.
"Ugh..." answered Fizzarolli.
Then, Alastor stepped in.
"Now, where were we?" he asked, his voice distorted.
"Ah, yes. Let's finish this," he added, and threw a ball of energy at Fizzarolli.
"Oh no, you don't," said Blitzo, jumping in front of the attack.
"NO!" screamed Fizzarolli.
"Blitzy, no!" cried Stolas, trying to reach him.
But it was too late.
"Argh...you bitch..." coughed Blitzo.
"Fuck," swore Beelzebub.
"Hehehe..." laughed Alastor.
"What have I done..." cried Fizzarolli.