Deep within the Wrath Ring, there was a vacant lair that belonged to one of the most feared mercenaries in Hell: Striker. It used to be a lair or hideout of pure doom, but now, due to Striker being killer by Stolas, the whole place was nothing but a vacant, empty shell of its former self.
Looking sad at how his own brother's place looks empty without him, Slasher was looking through some junk for something valuable for him tk ieep as a remembrance to his now-deceased brother.
The crocodilian-like demon felt a sense of loss when he visited this place since this is where Striker was hiding most of the time when he wasn't hunting anybody for random clients. Now that Striker is dead, there is nothing left here. Slasher found an old scrapbook in Striker's hut and opened it to reveal many pictures of him and his younger brother the "good old days" between them growing up. Some of the old photos showed them wrestling in mud, a lake, and in some boxing ring.
Smiling at all the past memories, Slasher had a sense of compassion to Striker. After all, he is his brother. "Striker, you son of a bitch." Striker smirked amusingly. "You always were one to cheat your way out of things. As cunning as a snake in a sewer." Looking through some more photos, Slasher ultimately closed the book and stormed out of the hut. Gazing at the large marble statue of Striker, it made the crocodile-like demon snicker at how ridiculously big Striker's bulge was as a statue.
But despite the comical mistake, Slasher sighed and picked up his black hat, bowed his head and held his hat in front of him from below to pay respect to his deceased brother. If Striker didn't turn to stone , then Slasher would have given him a proper burial. But alas, now Striker is nothing but piles of ashes after Moxxie destroyed him in his statue. Despite what happened, it didn't stop the crocodilian-like demon from continuing to seek revenge on the people responsible for his brother's untimely demise. Loona may be a scary hellhound when angry, but Slasher has seen much scarier things in his life, and nothing would stop him from trying to kill Cody, one way or another.
Cody was definitely still on his death list, and he needed some kind of plan to kill that boy. Obviously, the last attempt on his life didn't go very well, and Slasher needed to come up with a new plan. Something smarter than the last attempt. A plan where there couldn't be any interference from Cody's new family or his friends.
He knew that Striker was an assassin of some kind, and maybe Slasher can follow in his deceased brother's footsteps and he should think like his brother.
Scavenging through some more old things Striker had in his now-vacant hideout, he found another thing that caught his attention. It was a Wrestler's champion belt that belonged to Striker, and it was definitely something that Slasher wanted to keep for himself as a memento from his evil brother.
As for the rest of the things, they were just some junk and broken weapons and beer bottles. Slasher gathered all of the junk and out it in a big pile of garbage, or even a mountain of garbage, considering ghe fact that Striker was a big drinker when he was still alive.
Pouring some gasoline over the pile, Slasher lit a match afterward and flicked it into the pile, immediately setting it all on fire. "See you on the other side, little brother," said Slasher to himself as he was paying more respect to Striker. "Wherever that may be."
At last, there was nothing left here for him, and he moved on to another part of the Wrath Ring.
"Should be lucky that Lucifer didn't send me to the dungeon of eternal torment, like Belmont is." He bought himself a French dip sandwich from a nearby cafe and only took two bites for him to finish it, given how large a crocodile's mouth can be.
Deep down, he wanted to find a way to kill the human boy and Stolas as revenge. Slasher wanted to finish what his brother could not before.
It didn't take long for him to order himself a total of five bottles of whiskey to drink, and he gulped them all down so fast, thanks to his big appetite. Of course, it left him a little tipsy frim all of those drinks.
Driving off in his rusty pickup truck, he was thinking of Cody and ways to kill him, even if he unintentionally killed a total of twenty people with his car. "How can i kill that little fucker without gettin' in trouble with any of those bluebloods?" He thought to himself. "Think! Think! Think!" At last when he made it to his trailer, he laid on his disgusting bed and pondered more ways. "Hey," he thought of an idea. "What if i can make it look like he had an... accident?" Slasher thought out loud as he smiled. "Yeah, Hell is a dangerously unpredictable kind of place. Crazy drivers, serial killers running rampant like a swarm of angry rabid groundhogs, yeah. An accident can happen anytime down here in Hell."
Playing at the arcade, Cody was having a good time with Misty as a date with him. Loona was sitting in a nearby booth, eating some pizza with Moxxie, Millie, Blitzo, and Tex
"Still think i'm fat, Loona?" Moxxie asked her with his arms crossed
"Pfft, of course i do, Moxxie." Loona smirked. "There's not even the mightiest God in the whole universe that can convince me otherwise."
"not even me?" Millie said "because you and i both kbow that i can easily turn you into a pelt or a throw rug."
"Go ahead and try it, mini bitch." Loona glared at her.