In the upper-scale Ritzie parts of Imp City, there is a fancy tea shop called the Richest Cup. Now the Richest Cup was more than just a high-end cafe it was the stomping ground of many of the Pride Rings nobles and elites most demons could not afford the drinks they sold, hell a small cup of English Breakfast would bankrupt most demons. Because of this, the only low-born demons allowed in the shop were the employees who served the Goetia and other high-ranked demons there.
At one of the tables sat three Goetia demons, one was a bluish-white male peacock in a fancy blue ice-themed ensemble, and the other was a female peacock with white feathers and grayish-purple highlights She was in a white dress and had a severe scowl on her face. Last but not least was a tall male owl demon with four red eyes and dark gray feathers he wore a large black top hat, a double-breasted red shirt, and a fancy cape.
"Stolas," the white Goetia said frostily glaring at the owl demon.
"Stella," Stolas replied with an equal amount of frost.
"Cunt," Stella said to her soon-to-be ex-husband.
"Witch," Stolas countered.
Andrealphus groaned in frustration putting his head in his hand.
"Fucking Imp Sucker!" Stella shouted, getting up from her seat.
"Why did you insist on meeting me here?" Stolas asked unphased and wanting to get this damned meeting over with so he could get away from Stella.
"We wanted to properly discuss the terms of this divorce, I feel my darling sister deserves a bit more… compensation," Andrealphus explained his voice taking on an arrogant snarky tone. Stolas raised an eyebrow at the comment then turned to look at Stella who had an evil smile on her face.
"Afterall, you did cheat on the poor thing, surely you owe-," Andrealphus was cut off from by Stolas raising his cup of tea.
"Andrealphus, cheating implies there was a betrayal, this woman never gave two shits about me or our very much arranged marriage," Stolas stated doing air quotes.
"As far as I'm concerned this divorce is far overdue," Stolas finished an angry look on his face putting down his cup. It was at that moment a Hellsteed was riding up towards the shop.
"Up yours," Stella retorted giving Stolas the middle finger.
"Stella, for fucks sake, stop making this harder to bullshit," Andrealphus asked annoyed with his little sister's temper. Suddenly the scowl on Stella's face.
Stolas was confused by this sudden change in expression when his attention was diverted by the sound of breaking glass. Turning his head Stolas saw a tall Imp/shark hybrid in a poncho standing atop a table. The Demon sent Stolas a sadistic smile and threw off his poncho revealing a pair of Holy pistols in each hand. The demon proceeded to fire a round at Stolas who quickly teleported out of the way. Looking at the Imp then at Stella he saw his soon-to-be ex send him a sadistic knowing smile.
Holy shit I knew she hated me, but I didn't think she hated me this much, Stolas thought to himself surprised that Stella would go this far.
The Imp fired another shot that tore right through Stolas's hat, panicking Stolas assumed his beast form and quickly headed out of the Richest Cup only to be ensnared in a holy lasso before he could even make it two steps out the door.
"Oh, dear this is worrisome," Stolas said as he looked down at the ropes keeping him pinned.
Sloth ring,
The IMP van sped down Route 666 on the way to the hospital for Loona's annual Hellbies shot which she was five years behind due to the healthcare system in hell being utter shit. Something that pissed Dante off immensely and often incited hour-long rants much to the chagrin of those around him. The van was as usual driven by Blitz the head of IMP in the back seat was Millie and Moxxie and in shotgun was Dante who was currently holding a terrified Loona. The Hellhound had her arms wrapped tightly around her boyfriend his face buried deeply in her chest, normally Dante wouldn't mind but he was currently having a hard time breathing. Suddenly Blitz's phone started ringing pulling it out he saw it was IMP's benefactor.
"Oh shit, Stolas, it's really not a good time buddy," Blitz said nervously obviously not wanting to talk to the horny Goetia.
"I'm sorry it's a bad time yet again Blitzy, but uhm, I have seemed to have found myself in a bit of a citch, I'm tied to the back of a horse at the moment," Stolas explained, Dante and the other could hear him as for some reason Blitz decided to put the Goetia on speaker.
"Pfft lucky bitch," Blitz said jealously.
"Um well no rather unlucky, I seem to have been stolen," Stolas explained, everyone in the car, excluding Loona perked up at that.
"By that little cowboy friend of yours," Stolas continued.
"Ohh which one?" Blitz asked.
"How many cowboys do you know?" Moxxie asked, annoyed with his boss's stupidity.
"What does he look like your Highness?" Moxxie asked the Prince.
"Sexy?" Stolas said.
"Oh of course that's the first thing he notices," Dante said although it was muffled by Loona's tits.
"That's Striker sir!" Moxxie yelled at their boss, Dante perked up at the mention of Striker. From what the others had told him Striker was a badass assassin who had almost killed Stolas during a harvest festival in Wrath and had been able to take on Millie, Moxxie, and Blitz. Dante wouldn't be lying if he said he was interested in meeting this bastard.
From the sound of it he hates the nobility as much as I do, he thought to himself.
"Oh, for fucks sake can't you just get away aren't you powerful?" Blitz asked, getting frustrated.
"I believe he has me bound with blessed rope, which limits my ability to free myself I'm afraid, so I think you should come save me," Stolas said sounding a little scared but also excited at the prospect of Blitz rescuing him.
I swear if this is just some scheme to get Blitz in bed, I'm going to castrate the fucker, Dante thought darkly already picturing the act in his head.
"Ah shit I can't today I'm literally on my way to take Loona to her very important Hellbie S-H-O-t," he explained spelling the last word, but unfortunately Loona could spell and began to tense up tightening her grip on Dante.
Jesus fucking Christ what is her issue with shots, she doesn't mind when I prick her with my talons hell that's a big turn-on for her, Dante thought to himself, and just to prove his point he proceeded to stick one of his talons into the side of her thigh and she let out a small moan of pleasure.
"It takes years to book an appointment at this place, took five for me to get this one so, you know, and she's been doing alot of fieldwork, so she needs it," Blitz explained but from the tone in his voice, it sounded more like an excuse to just not be around Stolas.
Did Stolas not talk with him like I told him to? Dante asked himself, annoyed at the Prince for not taking his relationship duties seriously.
"Oh, haha I do agree that is very important but I-" Stolas was cut off by another voice one with a thick southern accent similar to Millie's.
"Don't worry about your lanky birdy, he's in good hands," the call ended.
"Ahh Dammit," Blitz said in frustration putting the car into overdrive and barreling down the freeway.
"Sir let me and Moxxie handle this one?" Millie asked, noticing how upset Blitz was.
"Are you sure you too got this, alone?" Blitz asked no longer looking at the road instead facing his two employees.
"We can do it, sir, together we are a lethal combo," Moxxie explained proudly as Millie put a hat on his head.
"And we both have a score to settle with that dickhead," Moxxie stated with a smile pulling Millie closer.
"Alright well hurry Stolas sounds like he might be in real shit this time," Blitz stated pulling up at the hospital.
Getting out Blitz grabbed Loona and tried to pull her out, but she quickly latched onto Dante almost pulling him out of the car as well luckily Dante was able to pry himself free from Loona's grip Loona sending him a look of betrayal.
"Knowing that guy's aesthetic, my money's that he's in Wrath, get your asses down there and look for some cowboy crap or something," Blitz explained holding Loona above his head, Moxxie quickly got into the driver's seat and nodded towards his boss then drove off.
Dante watched as the hospital disappeared in the rearview mirror and let out a sigh of relief, at that moment Dante felt a tap on his shoulder and turned his head to see Millie giving him a concerned look.
"Che Cosa?" Dante asked his coworker.
"Don't you think you should be back there with your girlfriend?" Millie asked uncertain why Dante chose to tag along.
"Ohh come on Loona's twenty-two fucking years old I think she can handle a little shot, besides I kinda want to meet this Striker guy, see if he's as tough as people say," Dante explained with a sadistic smile creeping on his face. Millie and Moxxie just glanced at each other and shrugged.
The three drove and drove till eventually they reached the Wrath Ring upon entering the Ring Dante took a moment to get a good feel of it. The Wrath Ring he noticed, was quite dry and arid, a massive desert with cacti and shrubs. As they drove, he also noticed a large number of volcanos dotted across the landscape. In short, Dante found it hideous, he always despised deserts preferring rolling temperate hills like those in Italy.
Nothing short of Heaven is as beautiful as Italy, Dante thought to himself proudly, the demon was quickly taken out of his thoughts by the sound of Moxxie cursing.
"What's up?" he asked his smaller companion.
"We're low on gas," Moxxie explained luckily for them there was a gas station right down the road, pulling in Moxxie turned to Dante and Millie.
"I'll get the gas you two ask around to see if anyone has seen Striker," Moxxie said, following Millie out of the van as they approached the gas station Dante noticed a group of bikers pull up and start harassing Moxxie.
"Need help comrade?" Dante asked his coworker.
"No, I got this," Moxxie replied as he got ready to brawl.
"Alright," Dante said and continued to follow Millie. They came across a group of four tiny Imp Mariachi players as they approached the station.
Dalla Virgine, how fucking small can Imps get, I mean Cazzo there like the size of an action figure, Dante thought to himself amazed.
"Howdy boys, y'all seen this Motherfucker around here?" Millie asked holding up a crudely drawn picture of Striker. The Mariachi Imps began to sing before being cut off by Millie with a wave of her hands.
"NO! No, no singing… just a yes or no please," Millie practically begged, Dante silently mouthed the words thank you to her.
"Yeah, he lives out by the bad man lands, in the old train tunnel, near the mind shafts, very outlaw aesthetic, can't miss it," one of the tiny Imps explained, Dante rolled his eyes.
This Striker guy sounds really cliche, Dante thought to himself hearing the last part.
"Thank you kindly," Millie said giving a small nod.
"Come on Moxx, Dante we got a lead!" Millie shouted excitedly as the three Imps got in the car. As the van drove off Dante saw the gas station explode behind them.
Strikers hideout,
Stolas was tied upside down to a broken piece of train track with blessed rope, the Goetia demon squirmed trying to loosen and then slip out of the rope, but the knots wouldn't budge. Noticing a sharp scratching noise, he looked to his left and saw Striker sharpening a blessed knife.
"So, my wife paid you for this hmm?" Stolas asked the assassin; Striker didn't respond he just kept sharpening his knife.
"Wouldn't a holy bullet have sufficed, or could you not afford those?" Stolas asked confused as to why Striker was going to such lengths to kill him instead of doing it the easy way. It was that comment that got Strikers' attention.
"I was paid to give you the real royal treatment, your wife must really hate you," Striker explained brandishing his knife with a psychotic smile on his face.
"You have no idea," Stolas replied. The Goetia took a look around the assassin's lair and took in the heavy tacky cowboy aesthetic that Striker was clearly going for.
"So, train tracks, really, seems abit cliche doesn't it?" Stolas asked not impressed with the vibe Striker was going for.
"It's a classic," Striker replied annoyed.
"Is the giant statue of yourself also a classic or?" Stolas asked pointing out the giant statue of Striker with a massive erection, the Imp assassin scowled at Stolas.
"Are you seriously judging me right now?" Striker asked, tossing back his hat which landed on the giant statue's erection.
"No, I'm just impressed you want to suck your own dick so badly," Stolas replied not impressed with this Imps attempt to sound macho and tough.
"Look not every Ring is some fancy-ass city, with fancy-ass mansions that only fancy-ass Royals get to live in," Striker said making his way closer to Stolas, who began to look nervous.
"Some of us had hard lives to live, and some of us have everything we care about taken away by fuckers like you," Striker said getting in close to the Prince.
"I have no-" Stolas was cut off by Striker who stabbed him in the shoulder with his knife. The Owl demon cried out in pain as the sound of sizzling meat echoed through the cavern.
Striker proceeded to cut Stolas down from the train track and walked over to the injured Goetia.
"You don't get to talk over me," Striker walking past Stolas and striking him with his tail.
"I don't have to listen to your bullshit," Striker proceeded to stomp his foot into Stolas's wounded shoulder.
"All you Royals ever do is try to talk over us!" Striker stated angrily, at that moment Stolas tried to use his powers to petrify Striker but the attack failed to work. Striker smiled and leaned in closer to the Prince.
"Don't bother trying that little eye trick on me, those ropes aren't gonna let you do anything," Striker elaborated with a sinister smile.
"Got something to say about that, Your Highness!" Striker asked, pushing his foot into the wound.
"You seem to forget you are working for a Royal right now!" Stolas explained delivering a kick to Striker's face. Striker quickly recovered, grabbed Stolas's leg, and proceeded to stomp on his groin.
Stolas's eye twitched but he didn't let the pain show.
"Blitz handles me rougher than that in bed, nice try," Stolas remarked with a smirk Striker looked at Stolas in surprise that quickly turned to anger and proceeded to stab Stolas in the leg.
"Blitzy's knife is bigger and hits so much deeper," Stolas stated, frustrated, Striker let go of Stolas's leg and walked over to the Prince's head.
"Smartass hmm, because once a split your throat open and let you choke on your own blue blood, you won't be worth more than the tombstone you'll be buried under," Striker threatened holding his knife right up to Stolas's throat.
"Blitzy says far dirtier things to me with much sharper objects to my throat," Stolas squeaked out, Striker finally having enough of Stolas's attitude threw the Prince to the ground and stormed off, leaving the Prince who took a deep breath fighting back tears.
Please Blitzy, my love, please come soon, he thought to himself, his thoughts filled with desperation and fear.
Pride Ring, Andreaphus's domain,
Sitting within the tearoom of a luxurious ice palace Stella and her brother Andrealphus sat together drinking cups of tea. Andrealphus summoned two sugar cubes and dropped them into his cup then turned to face his sister.
"So earlier, that assassin, was that you?" he asked sounding impressed.
"Guilty, yes it was!" Stella replied in a sing-song voice.
"You silly minx you," Andrealphus replied in a creepy tone and laughed before looking like he suddenly realized something.
"Though you know, if your husband dies it won't turn out well for you," Andrealphus said.
"He'll be dead why wouldn't it," Stella shot back not believing that killing Stolas would have any downsides.
"Because my dear sister, you've already produced an heir, when he dies his duties, his possessions his legions, it will all pass to Via," Andrealphus explained to his dear sister, but she just kept sipping her tea not paying attention much to his frustration.
"Soo if you kill him, you would…" Andrealphus paused waiting for her to get the message.
"Laugh," Stella replied mush to Andrealphus's annoyance.
"No, you stupid cow, you'd get nothing!" she shouted in frustration.
"You're so lucky you're attractive," he said putting a hand on hers.
"Ugh, what do you propose we do?! He won't leave me anything willingly he hates me almost as I hate him!" Stella asked, frustrated, that her plans had hit a snag.
"Hmm well, this kind of situation is extremely unique, a Goetia has never behaved like this before," Andrealphus explained standing up and walking over to his sister.
"But with him alive we have options, opportunities, eternity is a long time my dear, I say be bide our time and wait for a chance to gain the upper hand," Andrealphus explained caressing his sister's chin much to her discomfort.
"Ohh but I want him dead so badly!" Stella whined like a child.
"And he will be in time, my fiery vixen," Her brother said the last part making her cringe in discomfort.
"But patience first, now call off your mangy stray," Andrealphus ordered handing Stella a phone.
Strikers lair,
Stolas was violently thrown to the ground, groaning in pain, the Prince was badly beaten, and he had several new stab wounds as well as a black eye and a bloody beak.
"Well, this has been fun, but every good thing has to come to an end, shame you won't see your kid again," Striker stated sadistically as he paced around the fallen Goetia, the mention of his child brought some energy back into the Owl demon.
"Don't you dare breathe a word about my daughter," Stolas groaned out angrily.
"Ohh finally hit a nerve huh?" Striker asked leaning in close a sadistic smile on his face.
"I swear if you go near her, I will destroy you," Stolas threatened only for Striker to stab him in the shoulder.
"Big talk, but just that, any last words Goetia?" Striker asked, twisting the knife around.
"Blitz… will," Stolas mumbled out.
"That rodeo clown told you he ain't comin'," Striker stated pulling the knife out and holding it over his head.
"Nobody is comin'," Striker said but before he could deliver the killing blow his phone started ringing. Pulling out his phone he answered the call.
"Hello?" he asked.
"Change of plans darling, I need the prick alive," Stella ordered much to Striker's surprise.
"I'm kinda in the middle of killing him," he explained annoyed at this sudden change in plans.
"Well stop it, we need him alive to get some affairs in order," Stella explained Stolas was about to say something, but Striker covered his mouth with his tail.
"I'll pay you more to spare him and bring him back to us," Stella offered, Striker groaned and rubbed his head in frustration.
"Yes ma'am," Striker said begrudgingly.
"Glorious," was Stella's response before he hung up the phone, taking a deep breath Striker through his phone against the walls of the cave shattering it to bits.
"Well good news for you feathers, your royal cunt says she don't want you dead no more," Striker explained grabbing Stolas by the face and holding out his knife.
"But she didn't say what condition you had to be in, I think these reds might be a pretty trophy," he said gesturing to Stolas's eyes.
"Can't have you seein' me again," suddenly Striker's attention was taken away from the Prince by the sound of a car horn.
Some rocks fell from the ceiling, suddenly the IMP van smashed through the roof of the catacombs rolled down the side wall, and stopped with its left side facing Striker, the door opened to reveal Moxxie holding a sniper rifle and taking aim at the Assassin. Moving quickly Striker was able to dodge Moxxie's shots and threw his Knife at the Imp. the blade lodged itself into the body of the rifle, which caused Moxxie to fire a shot that ricocheted off Striker's statue, and then one of his neon signs and proceeded to hit a radio causing it to play a country song.
Seeing that Moxxie could not fire his gun Striker gave him a sinister smile and then proceeded to pull out two blessed pistols. He was about to fire but Millie swooped in and attempted to slice off his head with a large sword, but Striker was able to dodge her attacks. The two dueled, Striker blocking Millie's Strikes with his pistols then proceeded to knock her down and swipe her sword but luckily for Millie, she had an extra with her. The two dueled it was then Moxxie joined in the fray with two pistols, as the three demons fought Dante moved in close to the Prince, he was about to cut him loose but then the tip of the sword Striker took from Millie was broken off by one of Moxxie's bullets and flew across the cavern. The blade soared past Dante slicing his cheek and impaling itself in the radio causing it to play a catchy pop song. Striker looked back at the radio confused before doing a double take and seeing Dante attempting to free Stolas. Scowling Striker through the now broken sword at the Imp who dodged out of the way looking up Dante saw Striker was putting his full attention on him now.
I should have stayed with Loona, I bet things are going much easier at the doctor's than here,
Meanwhile in Sloth,
Loona was chasing around the doctor on all fours as Blitz was trying in vain to hold her back by her tail.
Back at Wrath,
Striker lifted his pistols and proceeded to fire several shots at Dante, moving quickly Dante pulled out a knife and proceeded to deflect every one of Striker's bullets except the last which Dante caught in his left hand. Dante held the bullet up for the Assassin to see, Striker had to admit he was impressed by that move, hell even Dante was surprised by that one.
That was completely by accident, just instincts taking over, he thought to himself amazed.
The two Imps stared silently at each other for several seconds it was then Dante noticed Millie and Moxxie closing in.
"Wait!" he shouted holding up his hand, the two Imps stopped in surprise.
"I want to see what this motherfucker can do," Dante explained standing up, reaching into his jacket he pulled out a gun and with his other hand reached behind his back and pulled out a large dagger.
Dante rushed forward and swung his dagger; Striker dodged the blade the tip only a millimeter from his throat. Striker proceeded to kick Dante in the chest sending the Imp back a few feet; he lifted his pistols and fired several rounds Dante dodged those shots and fired off a few of his own. Like Dante Striker dodged them but one did manage to graze his arm, the assassin looked down at the wound and scowled. Dante took the moment to rush in quickly swiping at the hybrid, but Striker blocked or dodged every one of his attacks though Dante was lucky enough to slice his left thigh. Striker groaned in pain and swung his pistol knocking it into the side of Dante's head; the blow sent Dante to the ground dazed with blood pouring down the side of his face. Rubbing his head Dante looked up and through fuzzy vision saw Striker lift his pistols ready to finish him once and for all, that was until Millie swooped in and sliced his pistols clean through with a large axe.
Moving swiftly Striker pulled out a whip used it to grab hold of a large rock and began swinging it like a club knocking down Millie and almost crushing Moxxie. Dodging more strikes from Millie and Dante Striker used his whip to swing to an elevated train track and then used the whip to grab a stalactite and pull it off the ceiling sending it crashing down atop the IMP gang, knocking Dante and Millie to the ground. Seeing that Moxxie was the only one still standing Striker swung down and knocked the smaller Imp to the ground, he then grabbed Millie's axe with his tail and flung it at Millie, luckily the blade did not hit her as the edges of it caught in a rock, but it did keep her pinned to said rock. Seeing this Moxxie rushed for his gun which was lying on the ground, but Striker grabbed a large rock and threw it at Moxxie leaving him floored. Dawning his hat Striker made his way over to Moxxie who was struggling to get his hands on his pistol, unfortunately, Striker grabbed Moxxie flipped him onto his back, and proceeded to strangle him.
"Oh, I remember how easy you are to choke the life out of, little one," Striker said a sadistic grin spreading across his face.
"Ohh harder," Moxxie moaned in pleasure, suddenly that smile on Striker's face disappeared with a look of shock, which then turned to disgust as he quickly got off the smaller Imp.
Moxxie used that moment to swipe Striker's whip and grab him by the neck.
"You cowboy piece of shit!" Moxxie yelled as he proceeded to swing Striker around then threw him to the ground.
Striker got back up and pulled out a pistol but at that moment Millie, with the help of Dante was able to get free, using her axe Millie cut through the base of Striker's statue as Dante pushed against it causing it to fall forward right on top of Striker. As the dust settled the three Imps walked towards the ruins of the statue to inspect the assassin's corpse but instead were met with the site of nothing but rubble and a torn bandana.
"Fuck," Moxxie muttered knowing that Striker was still out there and that he would be back.
Suddenly the three remembered why they came here in the first place, rushing to Stolas's side they saw that he was in very, very bad shape.
"Oh, crumbs we got to get him to a hospital!" Moxxie said a look of concern on both his and his wife's faces, Dante, on the other hand, had a neutral expression.
Scooping up Stolas Dante carried him to the van and gently loaded him into the backseat, sitting next to him to make sure he didn't fall off the seat and hurt himself, while Millie and Moxxie took the front seat. Putting the pedal to the metal and bolted out of the cave and onto the nearest highway to the Sloth Ring. The van barreled down the highway ignoring everything from other cars to street lights, and even a few pedestrians, as they continued on the way to Sloth Moxxie pulled out his phone and made a call to the hospital.
"Hello, St. Ans Hospital how can I help you?" A board-sounding lady asked.
"Hello, I'm afraid that Prince Stolas Goetia has been critically injured we are driving him to your location he is going to need immediate treatment!" Moxxie explained frantically, but all he heard was the sound of shuffling papers.
"Sorry sir but our surgery wing is all booked up for months you'll have to… wait did you say a Prince, as in a Prince of the Goetic line?" the woman asked her tone becoming much more serious.
"Yes, Prince Stolas of the Goetia family, he's in critical condition and needs help right away!" Moxxie replied emphasizing Stolas's title for better results.
"Of course, sir I'll get them to prep the ICU right away!" the nurse replied, her tune quickly changing now that she knew that a Goetia was injured.
Dante listened to the conversation, rolled his eyes, and looked down at the Prince. That Striker guy did a number on him, looking up and down his form he saw a vast assortment of inquiries. He saw a variety of cuts and lacerations, and his typically pale face was covered in bruises. He also saw a large number of deep stab wounds, none in lethal areas but still they were deep, and from experience, Dante knew that they must hurt.
Jesu Cristo this is just overkill I mean yeah Stolas is a piece of shit, but buon dio this is just too much he should have just slit his throat or stabbed him through the heart, Dante thought to himself, suddenly Stolas began to stir.
Opening his eyes Stolas blinked and looked up at the Imp whose form was towering over him.
"Blitz?" Stolas mumbled a smile on his face, but then his vision cleared, and he saw it was Dante, not Blitz.
"Sorry feathers but Blitz had somewhere more important to be," Dante replied callously though he quickly regretted it when he saw Stolas's smile shift into a frown. Looking up from the Prince he saw Millie and Moxxie both sending his looks of disappointment.
Finally, they arrived at the hospital, which was surrounded by news teams and reporters all had heard about what happened, as they pulled in a battered Blitz and Loona, who was wearing a cone around her head walked out.
"Oh, good you guys actually-" Blitz was unable to finish his sentence as he was immediately trampled by a mob consisting of doctors, nurses, and media personnel.
Opening up the van, two doctors in old Venetian Plague doctor's uniforms grabbed Stolas, loaded him onto a gurney, and quickly wheeled him back inside the mob followed once again trampling Blitz.
"Uh sir, are you ok?" Moxxie asked helping Blitz to his feet.
"Oh peachy, yeah no today has been wonderful," Blitz replied sarcastically, Loona walked up into the van and planted herself face first onto the back seat, Dante patted her on the back.
"What the fuck was that about?" Blitz asked confused, not sure what was going on, and why Stolas was on a gurney.
"Stolas got hurt bad," Millie explained putting a hand on his arm.
"Stolas got what… how?" Blitz asked shocked, for as long as he'd known Stolas the guy seemed invincible. He's seen him take all sorts of shit, especially in the bedroom, but he never thought Stolas could actually get injured.
"He can get hurt?" Blitz asked himself, staring at the hospital door, eyes wide with shock and horror.
EPILOGUE,
A house in the Greed Ring,
Striker sat on the living room couch in nothing but his boxers and an undershirt, he was covered in an assortment of bandages from the injuries he had received in his fight. Picking up the remote, Striker turned on the TV and saw it was a news broadcast about Stolas.
"Prince Stolas is currently at St. Ans Hospital in the Sloth Ring he is in critical condition but is receiving treatment for his injuries," a succubus news reporter said she had short white hair wore a hot pink mini skirt, and a matching hot pink suit jacket with no shirt underneath causing her to show alot of cleavage.
"According to sources Prince Stolas was kidnapped from the Pride Ring by a sexy Imp hybrid in cowboy paraphernalia," she explained, Striker smirked at the description.
"Excuse me sir do you have anything to say about what's happened today?" she asked an Imp who was staring wide-eyed at the hospital, it took Striker like five seconds to realize it was Blitz.
Blitz just stood there for a few seconds not answering the reporter.
"Uh, sir?" the reporter asked confused by his refusal to answer. Suddenly Blitz shook his head and turned towards the succubus.
"Uh no I wouldn't so how about you fuck off tits!" Blitz shouted angrily, turned around, and headed back and walked away. The reporter flipped Blitz the bird before turning back to the camera.
"So, there you have it people this incident has devastated the people of Hell, and we all hope for the recovery of our Prince, this is Jennifer Jugs Signing off," Striker turned the TV off and tossed the remote away with an overdramatic huff.
"How are you feeling?" a concerned voice asked, looking to his left he saw an Imp Succubus hybrid in a nice suit standing by him with a beer in their hand.
"Like shit but feelin a little better now Ritz," Striker replied with a smile as he took the beer and took a swig, Ritz smirked and sat down next to him they looked him up and down taking in his various cuts and bruises.
"They didn't go easy on you, did they?" Ritz asked, Striker sent Ritz a look and then rolled his eyes.
"The only reason they got the better of me was because it was three against one, but even then, I held my own," Striker stated proudly slamming his fist onto his chest.
"I would have won too if that little cunt Millie hadn't knocked over my beautiful statue!" Striker explained anger and frustration seeping into his voice.
"Oh, what a tragedy," Ritz said sarcastically rolling their eyes, they always hated that statue and was secretly glad it was destroyed.
"So, the fight was between you, Millie, Moxxie, and Dante right, how did Dante handle in the fight?" Ritz asked their partner in crime, remembering their fight with Dante when they attempted to steal Stolas's grimoire from IMP. Ritz cringed and rubbed her cheek at the memory of their fight with the Imp.
"Dante? Hmph well you were right about him being skilled, he was fast his strikes were quick and difficult to dodge, he knew all the vital spots and he aimed for them each time," he explained rubbing the wound on his thigh, if the cut had been a little deeper Dante would have sliced his femoral artery.
"What got me is that he was able to catch a bullet," Striker said.
"Wait seriously?!" Ritz asked, surprised, never hearing of anyone doing something like that.
"Yep, I fired like six shots he blocked five then caught the last in one swift motion," Striker explained making a grabbing gesture with his left hand.
"Damn I thought stuff like that only happened in movies," Ritz said amazed, as they processed the information something else came to mind.
"So, wait since the hit has been temporarily called off what are you gonna do now?" they asked the Assassin who looked thoughtful.
"Ohh I'll probably do a little free-lance work here in Greed, Satan knows there's plenty of crime lords looking for a good killer," Striker explained getting up from his seat and stretching.
"Well until the hit is back on," Striker added as he walked over to a wall that had various pictures and threads connecting them.
"Well, when the hit does go back on there's no way that Stolas will be so easy to grab again, he'll be expecting you now," Ritz explained, Striker stopped his eyes going wide in realization. They're right no way in Hell was Stolas going to be as easy to take out now as he was before he was going to be cautious now more careful.
"You're right but don't worry Darling I think I know how to lure him into a trap," Striker said menacingly pulling a picture of Octavia off the board, the Moment Ritz noticed the picture they got up, and marched over to Striker.
"No, no, no, no, No! You promised me that nothing would happen to her!" Ritz stated angrily, snatching the picture from the Assassin's hand. Striker looked at them confused, not sure what they talking about.
"What's your problem the scrawny brat is a royal why do you care if I use her as bait?" he asked, Ritz hated the nobility as much as him so why the hell were they trying to protect one?
"Because she's just a kid, she hasn't done anything wrong it's not her fault she was born into this broken system, and she doesn't deserve to get hurt because of it!" Ritz stated angrily grabbing Striker by the shirt. Striker glared at the thief; they glared back but then their look softened.
"Look I'm sorry but please, please, promise me that no matter what you won't hurt her please promise me that?" Ritz begged giving Striker puppy-dog eyes as they did so.
"Fucking dammit fine, I promise you I won't lay a finger on Stolas's brat," he said Ritz smiled and pulled him into a hug, Striker hugged them back unknowingly to Ritz Striker had his fingers crossed when he made his promise.
Wrath Ring, Strikers Cave,
A figure in a gray cloak and a silver mask that covers his whole face walked into the cave trailing behind him where two large individuals both clad in matching gray cloaks that concealed their identities, the only thing showing were their golden glowing eyes. The figure walked through the cave analyzing his surroundings, suddenly his attention was drawn to a couple of dried black stains on the ground.
"Ahh Goetia blood, excellent," the figure said his voice carrying a strong Semitic accent, kneeling the figure pulled a scalpel and a glass vial out of his cloak and began scraping blood off the ground and deposited flakes into the vial. The figure's attention wall pulled away from the blood stains when he felt a tap on his shoulder.
"What?" he asked, annoyed, turning around to see one of the other cloaked figures standing before him. The figure lifted his hand and showed him a knife drenched in blood.
"Ahh, excellent! This will be a great help to my research!" the figure stated cheerfully as he examined the bloody knife.
After examining the rest of the caves, the figure decided that he was done with the place, raising his right hand he muttered a phrase in an ancient tongue, and suddenly a portal opened. Walking through it the figure and his followers found themselves in a large foyer. Standing in the middle of the foyer was a succubus with long black whose eyes were completely covered by their bangs. She stood before them in a loose-fitting robe that showed a lot of cleavage and legs.
"Welcome home Aaron, did you find anything useful?" she asked walking up to the masked figure now revealed to be named Aaron. Reaching into his cloak Aaron pulled out the bloody knife and the vial of dried blood.
"I found plenty of Goetic blood," he said showing her the knife and blood.
"Eww," the succubus snatched the vial and knife and handed it to one of the other cloaked individuals.
"Go put these in his lab," she ordered one of the figures then turned to the other figure.
"And you, go do something else," she ordered sternly both figures bowed their heads and left the room once they were gone, she turned her attention back to Aaron.
"So how about we celebrate this great discovery of yours?" she asked in a sultry tone putting her hands on his chest and pressing her breasts against him.
"Seriously just how insatiable are you lust demons?" Aaron asked exacerbated.
"I don't know how about we go find out?" she replied pulling down his hood to reveal a head of long curly blonde hair. She then proceeded to remove his mask showing a face with paper-white skin, red circles on his cheeks, a black nose, and crimson eyes.
"Come on Aaron, please?" she begged pushing her hair out of her eyes and giving him her best puppy dog eyes. Aaron sighs scooping the succubus into his arms and carrying her to their room.
Pride Ring, Dante's Apartment building,
Dante sat on the roof of his apartment staring up at the sky. The reason he was on his roof was that Loona was in his room snoring up a storm and he needed some quiet, earlier she was mad at him for ditching her at the hospital but after a night of make-up sex, she forgave him.
Dante slowly and methodically removed the various bandages that covered his body. As he removed his bandages he examined his arms, chest, and face and saw there wasn't a single, scratch, cut, or bruise anywhere on his body, this didn't surprise Dante he always healed quickly. Dante was suddenly reminded of his fight with Striker. The demon was tough and able to hold his own against three demons at once. Dante hated to admit it but he was impressed.
As he thought about the fight Dante was reminded of the serious damage that Stolas had suffered at the hands of Striker's blessed weaponry.
"He got hurt," Dante muttered to himself as the realization suddenly set in.
"He got hurt," Dante said again this time his voice tinged with excitement.
"They can get hurt," Dante said with a smile as he realized that the Ars Goetia were not invincible, and then the realization that this also applies to the Seven Princes and even the royal family as well.
Suddenly Dante's mind was filled with various fantasies, one of Stolas getting his throat slashed open, with Dante watching as he choked on his own blood. The next was Stella tied to a post as chunk after chunk of her flesh was sliced off one by one and fed to rabid cannibals. Dante laughed as she squealed in pain begging for mercy like a worthless coward. Dante's final fantasy had Lucifer and Lilith each tied to a post blindfolded as a firing squad armed with holy bullets prepared to fire.
"Hahahahah!" Dante laughed jovially falling back on the cold concrete roof, the various fantasies and images running through his mind filled him with joy.
"They can get hurt!" he shouted excitedly.
"They can get hurt! They can get hurt! THEY CAN GET HURT!" Dante shouted towards the sky a wide smile plastered across his face. Sitting up Dante looked at his left hand and generated a ball of purple hellfire.
"They can get hurt," he said to himself in a menacing tone of voice, closing his hand, the hellfire grew to encompass his whole fist the light generated from the fire illuminated the roof showing a dark smile on Dante's face.
END.
Alright, chapter 39 is done, I hope you all enjoy it, in case you've forgotten Ritz is the OC of artist Dramokin who permitted me to use them. I hope you all enjoy this chapter and don't be afraid to tell me what you think. Thanks for reading.