Later, after picking up Millie and Moxxie and a quick trip to the hotel to get extra protection, they were on their way to the Wrath Ring to find Striker himself. And that extra protection was none other than Vaggie, whom was busy sharpening her angelic spear while trying her best to not stab anyone as she was in the back, squished in-between Millie and Moxxie. They had been in this position for the last hour on their journey to wrath and had been trying to think of something to say to the former exorcist.

"You should be careful with that." Moxxie said.

"Relax." Vaggie said. "I won't take your eye out."

"It's a really nice spear." Millie remarked. "Can I hold it at some point?"

"No." Vaggie responded.

"I will return-"

"No."

"I see. Your own property." Millie remarked. "Right. Right."

There was awkward silence coming from the three of them which Vaggie noticed. She took a glance at the imp couple. "Are you two this bad at conversations? Or do you just not talk to angels often?"

"Well, we can't think of ones we haven't tried to kill and vice-versa." Millie replied.

"I see." Vaggie stated.

The three continued to sit in complete silence, taking it all in. While Blitzø couldn't help himself buy watch the conversation through the rearview window.

"Wow, I thought them three together would have pretty interesting conversations." Blitzø remarked. "Nope. Pretty fucking boring."

"You know what's great? Everyone in this van knows who Striker is so I don't think there's no need to tell you all who he is." Lucifer said.

Vaggie raised her hand. "Actually, I don't know who Striker is."

"Oh…Vagina, Striker makes those angels look like a child armed with a lollipop." Blitzø said.

"Uh…It's Vaggie." Charlie, Vaggie and Lucifer said.

"Shut up." Blitzø said. "What can we even say about that asshole? Except asshole?"

"Sociopath." Loona said.

"Badass." Lucifer said.

"Motherfucker!" Millie exclaimed.

"Sexy." Moxxie said.

"Ruthless." Charlie said.

"He's a demon who has been called the most ruthless and bloodthirsty imp in all of hell." Lucifer said. "He's an assassin with not only a high body count but a high body count if you catch my drift."

"Now everyone knows that part is a load of bullshit." Blitzø remarked.

"Nothing is known about his backstory. Some say he was born on a ranch, some say he was born to a dysfunctional father and some say he was born with his own theme music." Lucifer said. "But there is one legend I heard about the man. Many years ago, Striker was married to a succubus named Charlene. She loved him but all Striker saw her was one of the many toys he could play with. Because, at the same time, he was having sex with more than succubi. Imps, sins, hellhounds and hate sex with sinners before slicing them into pieces. However, one night, while on a mission in the lust ring, Striker got a little carried away while receiving payment. He slept with his client's daughter, son, wife, his bodyguard, then his wife again and even his butler. Let's say the butler was the last straw with that client, who happened to be a mob boss. So, he found where Striker lived and waited till he returned home. When he eventually returned home to see his wife being held hostage and his client holding a gun at her head. But to the shock of everyone in attendance, Striker came prepared. He had a gun in one hand, a knife in the other and divorce papers attached to his tail. And in just a span of a few minutes, Striker managed to kill all the gangsters, the mob boss and divorced his wife. After that, he was gone to hunt more targets and just be a complete asshole."

"Yup, sounds about right." Blitzø remarked.

Vaggie looked to be taking in this information about the man. "Okay, so this guy's an asshole who is also a badass? I assume you guys met him before?"

"Too much to count." Loona said.

"He pretended to work on my family's ranch just to get close to Stolas." Millie said.

"Then he went and captured and tortured Stolas." Moxxie said.

"Then the asshole kidnapped me and Fizzarolli on the orders of Moxxie's asshole Dad just to get a hefty ransom out of Asmodeus." Blitzø said.

"I met him once." Lucifer said intensely. "And I remember it vividly."

It was 1992 and Lucifer had just left the movie theatre looking annoyed. "That fucker lied to me." The king of hell mumbled to himself. "You said it was about super powered ducks you, asshole!" He walked away from the marquee which is revealed to be showing The Mighty Ducks.

"He lied to you about a movie?" Vaggie asked with a brow raised. "I'm not sure that's worth keeping a grudge for. The others I get, but he lied to you about a movie."

"Exactly!" Lucifer exclaimed.

They eventually arrived outside of Millie's family's ranch where Sallie May, Millie's sister was busy herding some horses. Blitzø parked the van outside the entrance where everyone got out dressed in their wrath gear, including the Morningstars and Vaggie. Charlie dressed in a pair of red shorts, hoof shaped boots, a red crop top and a Stetson. Vaggie was dressed in a red knot shirt, a pair of jeans and a pair of boots. While Lucifer was dressed in his own Stetson, a pair of black boots with pairs of spurs, a brown shirt, brown pants, a poncho and a toothpick.

Lucifer's outfit got a few stares from everybody, including Loona who just cringed. "What the fuck are you wearing?" The hellhound asked.

"I am fitting into wrath." Lucifer replied. "That, and when I'm in this outfit, I hear it pisses off Satan."

Elsewhere in wrath, Satan was meditating with his emotional supporter, Yogirt, in an attempt to clear his anger. "Meadows. Two grains of wheat rubbing against each other. Rushing waterfall. Stream flowing."

All of a sudden, the sin of wrath's eyes open like he sensed something that frustrated him. "Satan. Uh…Satan. I'm getting negative vibes."

"I sense Lucifer is wearing that fucking poncho." Satan clenched his fists in anger and frustration.

Back at the ranch, Sallie May had just noticed the arrival of the guests and locked the pen so the horses wouldn't get out.

"Mills?"

"Sal!" Millie cheered happily.

"Millie!" Sallie instantly ran towards her sister and they each shared a hug. "What brings you to wrath? Please tell me ya'lls are staying for a while, it's as fucking boring as grandpa's funeral here!" She then noticed the guests they had with them and instantly gasped. "Millie, is it the heat, or am I staring at the Princess of Hell and some random short guy dressed like Clint Eastwood?"

Lucifer grumbled. "Least she recognises what I am going for."

"Hi, Sallie May wasn't it? I am Charlie-"

"Tell me something I don't know." Sallie retorted.

"Satan has a wee baby dick." Lucifer said.

"Dad, not important." Charlie interjected. "I don't know if you can help us but we are looking for Striker."

"You mean that good looking asshole who pretended to work on the ranch in an attempt to kill Prince Stolas?" Sallie asked.

"The very one." Moxxie and Blitzø replied.

"That man is a drifter." Sallie replied. "He could be anywhere from Pride to Greed. So, ya'lls are stuck on this one."

"Well, shit." Blitzø said.

"Does anyone have a plan on how we lure him out?" Charlie asked.

Everyone stood in place trying to come up with a plan. "Unless we can hire him." Vaggie suggested. "Make it like it's a regular hit and then boom, we get his attention."

Lucifer and Charlie began to ponder the idea. "Or we could just be loud and obnoxious and wait till he hears us." Blitzø suggested.

The Morningstars took a glance at one another. "Your girlfriend's idea is better." Lucifer said.

"I was thinking the same thing." Charlie said.

Blitzø then leaned in. "Can I at least come up with a funny name he could use?"

Later on, riding on his flaming horse through the desolate road of Wrath, was an imp with a shit eating grin that swooned confidence. Following behind, on their own horses, was a band.

"Striker! Striker! Run, run, run, you won't be the one having fun. Striker's out for a hit so pray to whatever sin that you won't be it because if you are on his list then your throat will be slit. He's Striker. Striker! Striker!"

Striker stopped riding his horse and narrowed his eyes at the band who continued to chant his name. Getting tired of their unhealthy obsession with him, the hunter pulled a gun from his coat and shot one of them in the head.

"Anyone else feel a little song coming?" Striker asked in annoyance. "Go on! Not even a lyric?!" The band all just backed away in fear while Striker just mumbled. "Get a theme song, Don said. You will appreciate it, he said. Asshole."

He stopped at a rock that looked like a giant scrotum and smiled. "This target's got a sense of humour. Alright Mr Oxsmall. I'm coming for ya."

As Striker approached the giant rock, the gang were positioned in three different positions. Millie and Moxxie were hiding behind a nearby rock checking their long ranged weapons.

Vaggie and Loona had positioned themselves perfectly behind a couple of cacti somehow shaped like the two of them.

While Blitzø, Lucifer and Charlie were on the tip….Top of the rock. Much to the chagrin of the king of Hell.

"Alright, why did we choose this location?" Lucifer asked. "This seems like an obvious trap. Even an idiot like me would fall for it."

"That's the point." Blitzø said. "He'll think the scrotum rock is a trap because it is essentially a representative of what he thinks is his dick size. While he is distracted with…Could you say his name?"

Lucifer looked confused. "Uh…Okay…Mike Oxsmall?" Lucifer groaned. "Oh, I get it now."

Blitzø chuckled with delight while Charlie just cringed. "Do you have any kind of shame?"

Blitzø laughed. "We are in hell, Princess. Besides, Scrotum Point is too obvious of a trap. While Striker is grinning thinking this is easy, M & M will knock him out with one of the tranq dart and while he is completely disoriented, Loonie and Vagina will tackle him."

"Her name's Vaggie." Charlie said.

"I know what I said." Blitzø said. "Now, we wait until he takes the bait."

Striker narrowed his eyes at the rock and grumbled in anger. "Wait a second. Mike Oxsmall. Located at Rock That Looks Like A Dick Rock. Fucking crank callers. Why didn't I recognise it sooner? I already killed a sinner that went by that name!"

Far from Striker, Millie had positioned the sniper aimed at the bounty hunter ready to paralyse him. "Alright…The cattle is in the coop." Millie whispered to herself.

"Take it easy." Moxxie whispered to his wife.

"I am." Millie took a deep breath and began to block out all the background sounds. Like two insects scurrying along the sand, her husband breathing through his nose, Blitzø whispering some explicit words to Lucifer's ear and what sounded like Striker's tail perking up.

Then, the imp took the shot. However, the bounty hunter managed to catch the dart with his tail. "Nice try, Millie." Then, another dart came his direction, only this one came from Moxxie. However, he managed to catch it in his hand.

Then, Blitzø tried, but the hunter just managed to catch it with his other hand. "It's gonna take more than that to tame this beast."

"I'll do the talking." Charlie said. "You stay here and wait in case he-"

"Hey, fucking asshole, we wanna talk!" Blitzø exclaimed.

Striker grinned. "That you, imp? I should have known someone like you would come up with a name like Mike Oxsmall."

"Uh…Blitzø, do you mind if I take over?" Lucifer asked

Blitzø snarled. "First things first, say that name again."

"Mike Oxsmall."

In that moment, Loona, Blitzø and Millie burst into fits of laughter. However, not wanting their positions behind the cacti compromised, Vaggie just quickly covered Loona's mouth.

Striker, having just understood the name narrowed his eyes at the imp. "Is that what you wanted me for, just to crank call me after I kidnapped you and that fucking jester?!"

"I would have tried to kill you but you're not worth my time." Blitzø said. "If I wanted to kill you, I would have done it sooner."

"But we won't because, Mr Striker, we want to discuss something with you." Charlie said.

Upon seeing the Princess of Hell, Striker smiled. "And what is it Princess? And do be careful with your words, I'm not afraid to get my hands dirty with a royal."

All of a sudden, the imp felt a spear pricked against his neck and he turned to see an Angel. Specifically, an Angel that was the girlfriend of the Princess of Hell. "Será mejor que tengas cuidado, pedazo de mierda."

Striker just smiled, not feeling threatened. "Alright, alright, I guess that I did imply I could hurt her."

"Choose your next words carefully, they could be your last." Lucifer said.

"Alright, tell me what you want with me." Striker said. "And make it quick. I have places to be and pieces of shit to kill."

"Striker, according to my acquaintance over here…You apparently came in contact with some asshole who made this tape." Blitzø said.

"You gotta be specific." Striker said. "I get hired to deliver ransom tapes all the time."

"This is not a ransom tape." Moxxie said. "It is the most disgusting and perverted thing I have ever seen."

Striker laughed. "I once gutted a sinner with their high heels and hung her by their intestines and then seven months later, I did it to her again. How bad can one tape be?"

There was silence among everyone that was broken by Loona. "Should I get a bucket or a noose?"

Later, Striker was throwing up in a bucket upon seeing the video. The Morningstar's were covering each other's eyes, Vaggie was hiding behind her wings, Millie and Moxxie were hugging each other, Loona was waiting outside having learnt her lesson while Blitzø was just casually consuming some whipped cream.

Later, Striker was pacing around trying to take in what the hell he had just watched. "No wonder I hate sinners. They're fucked up!"

"Hey! Hey! Some sinners are making attempts to get better." Charlie argued.

"Like porn star demon?" Striker chortled. "Yeah, I don't see him nor Tabitha Titfucker making it to heaven."

"I don't get it, this video was so bad that even Striker threw up?" Blitzø remarked.

"How do you not find it appalling?" Moxxie asked.

"Well, I think ya'll ought to know something." Striker said. "Tell me, was the sinner you're looking for dressed like the gimp from Pulp Fiction?"

The group seemed surprised. "How did you know?" Lucifer asked.

"Because that asshole tried to hire me to kill you and your daughter." Striker pulled a cigarette from his bag, lit it and took a drag. "But, I did not go with it because he turned out to be a sinner. Then the moron tried again with a mask. But I saw through that disguise in an instant." He snapped his fingers to prove his point. "Whoever this sinner is, you must have really pissed him off that he risked his own afterlife to come to me."

"Do you know where he is?" Charlie asked.

"I might have an idea." Striker said. "But, you will have to let me come along with ya'll. I cannot pass a good opportunity to do a little sport hunting."

"Abso-"

"No! Fuck no!" Blitzø exclaimed. "I am not having you join us for shit!"

"Blitzø, this might be our only shot to find him." Lucifer said.

"Fuck no!" Blitzø argued. "I cannot have him join us after what he did to us!"

"Your majesty's, no offence, but Striker will betray us at a moments notice." Moxxie said.

"What choice do we have?" Charlie asked.

"Sallie May can track stray cattle, I'm pretty sure she can do the same for sinners." Millie said.

Just then, Sallie walked past dragging a dead cattle. "No I can't!"

"I am sure you can you procrastinating bitch!" Millie screamed.

"I'm sure I can't!" Sallie argued. "You still up to watch that violent movie marathon next week?!"

"Sure I fucking can!" Millie replied.

"Maybe we can try Loona." Blitzø said.

"There are some things my nose can't do." Loona stated. "Princess, Striker is strong enough to kill you. He came close to killing Prince Stolas Goetia."

"And which is why we have you guys to protect us." Charlie said. "You know more about him than we do."

The IMP members all face each other some concerned looks but then Blitzø sighed. "Alright. But you will have to pay a shit ton extra."

"Sounds fair." Lucifer said before turning to face the hunter. "Uh…Mr Striker. You can help us, but on one condition."

"Go ahead." Striker said.

Vaggie aims her spear at the hunter. "You hurt my girlfriend or her Dad then either me, the imps and the hellhounds will have permission to kick your ass until you aren't moving. Do we make ourselves clear?"

Striker exhaled. "Sure, sure, whatever you say." However, he was crossing his fingers behind his back. "Whatever you say."

"You better be flipping us off behind your back, prick!" Blitzø said.