Chapter 151

Let's see how this is turning out

Warning: OOC, random craziness, Error past dark abuse, many other troubles if mention, cursing, killing, dark themes, racism mention, stuff children/teen shouldn't do, profanity, self-harm, suicidal moments, cheating, sexual moments mentioned, violence, smoking, drugs, alcohol, guns mention, animal death, cringe, bullying, yandere, musical/singing moments and bad flirts.

Error/Moxxie speaking/speaking/singing

Voices/Text/Flashback/Singing

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"What?"

"I need you over here right now."

"Is everything okay Blitz?" Stolas toned worry as he grabbed his book. He is pleased Blitz called him. The last time the pair talked was really when Stolas told him about Striker. After that it was just texting. Today, text Blitz mention he was going to tell Moxxie.

Stolas was very concerned along with worried how Moxxie will take it. Along with a possible visit. A visit he wasn't sure how it would turn into. Besides the possibility someone will get hurt. But Blitz was right that Moxxie needed to know.

Just a coward right not being the one to not tell them.

We're thoughts if anyone has told Moxxie. But wasn't sure whether to ask anyone or not. Who would he even ask? It's not like he had the Savage number on dial. Not even Satan number. His demon called him for that meeting.

"No, everything is not all right. I'm about to lose baby dick soon in a month. I have clients up my ass. Asking if I know Fizz and telling them those were photoshoots. I think Mammon sent a threat. The cherry on top I told Moxxie about Striker."

"Oh, dear how he takes it." Trying to not pull his feathers in worry. Ready to go there now if a fight happens.

"You know what they asked me?"

"Not really?"

"One who told you? Second, they told me Striker was not dead." Blitz groaning over on the other end of the phone. "Stolas I'm going to need help here with mister denial. I might have to even call his mom about some therapy."

"Blitz there going to be denial. We both were ready for that. Did the other hear?"

"Yeah, and the meeting cut short when Moxxie open the door and all of them fell down." It was a bit funny. Then dropped when Millie, Sallie tries to comfort Moxxie. Ask if they want to talk. Or go shoot something. One them was even going to go pull out Loona hidden stash. Loona wasn't pleased but actually had a drink prepared.

"Striker not dead."

The three looks at each other. Esme in the back confused until she remembers Loona mention a Striker.

"Mox hun." Millie touched their shoulders. Worry on her face now. "It'll be all right."

"Blitz wouldn't joke about this kind of junk." Loona commented. Trying to be not nice. But point out a fact. She looks over at the older imp. Face concertation along with concern.

"Yeah. Look, we can go back to Wrath. We can talk to your mom about a burial and –"

Moxxie walk past them. "He is not dead. So, can we just drop this?"

"Look if someone like Satan. SATAN told Stolas that Striker dead than. Well, what more proof do you need."

"The guy try to kill Stolas. All most killed the both of them. Hell, he could have killed you!"

"Loona!"

"What? I'm just stating the obvious. The guy was an assassin. We're assassins too! I may not have been there but if Striker was given another chance. He probably would have done it in a snap. Maybe the ones who had him locked up knew it? Maybe another Goetia who hired them called someone over to kill him." Loona was just getting sick and tired about being careful when it's about Striker. The first month is fine. Over did it. Not use to that kind of cold attitude from Moxxie. Even took her new friends' advice. But now feels like Moxxie needs to just snap out of it. "It's been three months since I got over it. They're going to be other assholes you can let fuck your ass!"

"Loona shut up!"

"Or what?"

"Girl how about you make sure before opening your mouth like that they don't have a gun on hand!"

"I can't be the only one who tired of this."

"Everyone let's try to calm down." Esme speaking up. Jeez the whole place and the tension was very high.

A small silence as everyone getting a breather.

"Moxxie." Blitz steps out. Even got in front of Loona as she calmed down a bit. He probably would have said the same thing, possible worse if he confronts Moxxie like this. Right now, he is just trying to be calm. Serious. "I'm just telling you what Stolas told me. Striker dead.

All of them just look at Moxxie. He was silent just staring at them all. No, movement of any sorts. Not even a blink. Then we went back over to Esme side. Pull out some paperwork for her.

"Mox stop-"

"Striker is alive. I saw him." Eyes firm and holding their ground. Will not budged at all. "Esme these are the emergency backup- "

"Moxxie really being stubborn about this." The prince out a low groan. Dammit Puppet. Why does everyone Stolas have feelings for have high stubbornness.

"This is past stubborn Stolas. Maybe delusional! Plus, I hope you got Satan number on speed dial. Because they don't believe me at all. Zippo. Natta. Even when all stating facts, the logic and just everything. They just keep repeating they saw him." Blitz opens the door with just a tiny crack to watch the others. Moxxie just casually shows Esme certain programs on the computer. Like none of this talk happen at all. Loona on the couch glaring. Millie, Sallie out of sight. But it could be in the meeting room.

"Look I'm about to teleport over there. I'll talk to them what Satan told me."

Blitz let out a groan as he rubs between his eyes. Close the door shut. "Stolas they literally don't give a rat ass the embodiment of Wrath told you. Unless you have proof of a dead body. Or a photo at least. DO you?"

"No, Blitz." Stolas hoots tiredly. "I was just told by Satan that Outlaw died. Wouldn't even give me the body to well give to the close's kin. Which now looking back was rude on my part?"

"Yeah, well I don't know many royals who would ask for the dead body of their-Wait? Wait. Wait. They said Outlaw died."

"Yes, Blitz."

"Exact words Outlaw."

"Yes."

"Why would he say Outlaw? Why not his name Striker?"

"I really don't know. Maybe of the title themselves? It's not the first time I've heard of an assassin use their name well for work. Why?"

"I don't know. I guess. Weird. I mean you talk to the SATAN, right?"

"Believe me I very much was around him." Stolas shuddered a bit. "Look I'm about to open a portal and we can discuss further in person."

About to open their mouth. Until the portal opened up as Stolas came out. The two of them look at each other. Both of them were exhausted.

"Is it sad I rather still deal with this? Then a possible denial to be a relationship."

"Nope not alone in that." Blitz sighs and huffed getting cheek poke. "Hey."

"I got this Blitzy." Open the door and walk out with Blitz.

30 minutes later.

"Moxxie he is dead!" Stolas pants as he ready to pull his feathers out.

Moxxie is not budging at this at all.

"Can I go now?" Moxxie tap the table with a pencil the past few minutes now.

"No!" Stolas sitting across from them. He took a few breaths. "Moxxie why can't you believe me?"

"I saw him. We talked."

"Moxxie are you sure this isn't a dream you're thinking about. Maybe you swallowed some cactus water."

Moxxie twitch.

"For all I know they could have turn him to ashes!"

"Which you don't have."

"For the love of Satan. I'm not trying to not hurt you! He is dead! I'm telling you what I know!"

Everyone outside the meeting room.

"This is getting us know where." Sallie rubs her face.

"Wish that party was here early now to forget." Loona groans. She can't believe how stubborn Moxxie can be with this.

"Look if any of you died. I would want proof."

"As thoughtful as that is Moxxie. That won't always be the case! Certain things like physical proof can sometimes be out of reach. I know you're thinking this logically-"

"Right now, my logic can jump out that window!"

"At least their thinking about is." Millie laughs awkwardly as it dies down. Many of them had to agree with Stolas. Sometimes physical proof of a dead body is impossible. Even one that may or may not been obliterated. Or could unrecognizable. Eaten. Acid. Just too many ways where you got to accept word for word.

Or Moxxie possible lost it and think he is seeing Striker.

Blitz listens but deep-down hates to admit. He would be this stubborn like Moxxie until he just crashes or accepts it. Neither of it will be fun. Grip his charm a bit tightly around his neck. "Great might have to call a Doctor."

"Maybe a therapist?"

"Wait. Medea!"

Everyone looked at Millie.

"Who?" Loona question.

"Remember they took care of Moxxie when they got sick. Then we after Striker got captured. He was in the group. He could have been Striker medic. Maybe he might know. Just well, to talk to Moxxie." Millie looked at them. "It wouldn't hurt to ask right?"

"I mean he was there with yall right?" Sallie looked at them both.

"He was." Blitz rubs his chin and clapped his hands. Walk to the meeting room. "Stolas can you come here."

"Right now?" Stolas freezes as he was using the eraser board. Look like he was going very hard on the explanation on how Striker dead. Moxxie stares at the board. Seems ready to pull a weapon out.

"Yep!" Blitz goes in to lift Stolas up above. The prince very confused what going on. "Mox cleans up the board! Also go with Esme to get us all some coffee. Ice for me! I um take tomorrow off. We can talk about this notice next week."

Left the room and the door shut.

Moxxie stared at the door. Glance back at the board of everything Stolas wrote. Pull their phone out to take a picture. "Huh you really should be a lawyer."

Would have almost believed it if they hadn't seen Striker.

Walk out of the meeting room. Notice the place empty besides Esme wait at the door. Heads off to get the drinks. Not too long the pair at the close's coffee shop.

"Well off tomorrow for me."

"Yippee." Esme smiles awkwardly. The pair waiting for their orders." Hey um that notice leaving IMP. You're for real. Aren't you?

"Worried?"

"A little. You really got the place moving."

"Will talk about it. Plus, can call." Glance at the ground. A small sigh. "I'm apologize you saw all that."

"Hey it's cool. When Loona told us as much as she can. I did tell her to give you space." Esme let out a small sigh and looked at him. "You're really loyal. Huh? That necklace he gave to you."

Moxxie stayed very silent. Hand on instinct that the charm tuck around their neck.

"Look I'm not going to tell you to believe them or not. I would want proof as well. Your team just really worried about you. Especially the Boss man and Prince."

"They don't need to worry." Wants everyone to stop worrying.

"Well, kind of hard not to. Along with it making it complicated with the feelings for yo- "Esme stop as her eyes widen at what she just said.

"Feeling?" Moxxie blink at her in confusion. "You mean for the other right?

Esme stopped after what she just said. A small curse to herself. Usually better at keeping secrets. But it seems like a lot of secrets will be coming down. Look at the imp who looks really lost and confused.

Fuck it.

"Look I'll tell you tonight. Just keep a open mind. All right. This is only what I heard and what it sounded like."

Moxxie stared at her but he does nod

KNOCK!

KNOCK!

"Dr. you have a visitor."

"An uncalled appointment?" Medea not looking up from his work. Right now, open the clinic early. Well, I was working in their office. Not too surprised if he gets an uncalled appointment. Happen too much. Along with living close by.

This on the other hand felt a bit different.

"Yes."

Medea glanced up as he saw Prince Stolas come inside his office. A look of business on his face. Stare at him and hum. "Hmm nurse Biscuit don't let anyone in unless it's an emergency. Anyone scheduled in an hour will have to wait if need be."

"All right Doc." Look between the pair and close the door.

"Dr. Medea." Walk over and sit down. A bit funny with the heights. Size of the furniture. The office was a decent size for imps. Not too much. But for Stolas a bit of a tight space.

"Morning Prince Stolas. May I ask what brought your attention to me?" Close a file as he places it inside his desk.

"I need to ask you something confidential."

"Hmm I'll try to answer." Lean back against his chair. "After all, can't give away patience details."

"You were to treating IMP along with Striker. The day I was kidnapped."

"Correct. The moment I got there. You were portal off into Sloth after I gave the command you can be moved."

"Yes." Took a small breath. "You were a member of this Savaged group?"

"Former member but I help when need be." Tilt his head. "Prince Stolas. Should I be concerned about this visit?"

"You took care of Striker. You went with the group when he was transferred to another cell. You would be the only medic, unless there was another. Yet, as of now nobody is saying a word. Along with I can't said find ground. Along with a mention around town you finally came back a few weeks ago it seems." Stolas eyes narrowed. "You would have to been the one to declare that Striker was dead. Correct?"

Dr. Medea smiled at him. "Correct expect for little minor detail."

"Which would be?" Fist began to tighten up as he saw the smile grow.

"I said Outlaw was dead."

Stood up fast and half form into their feral demonic form. "You lied to Satan! You lied to me! You let my assassin escape! Do you realize what you have done? How many of us are in danger!"

No indication of fear in the slightest as Medea looked up at him. "I was just following orders."

"What orders?!"

"Orders are pushing it." Tap their chin. "But I can't call it anything else. Plus, I mean Outlaw the name is dead for those in the assassin underground."

"I can't believe what I'm hearing!" This Doctor doesn't have a care after all. "What orders?"

"Give Striker one last chance. You're in luck that your name is off the list for his target. Of course, if you attacked first to murder. Then it's free range. "

"He tried to kill me!"

"Then why is your ex still alive?"

Stolas stared down at him and panted. "That is a different matter. Along with taken care of with the evidence. Which by the way Lord Satan gave me!"

"The evidence of the interrogation I done and gave to him."

He freezes at the spot. "What?"

"Everything with Striker was me. The talk. The question. The interaction. Healing him. Giving him food. During those three weeks it was me. After that he was given to a' parole officer'."

"Parole officer!"

He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Along with finding out on the spot this was the imp who did it all to get the intel from Striker. Intel that Striker was very organized on to make sure he won't go down alone.

"He had intel we needed. He needed to be watched. It was a fair trade of a second deal. Really Stolas. We did give Striker a warning if he does go back after you. We can't save him again. Of course, that would mean proof he was the one who did it."

"I, we, almost died." Just flabbergasted and probably look at it.

Medea glances at Stolas and sighs. "Stolas if you're asking for Pity. I'm the wrong one to go too. I've been to this spot too many times. Striker messed up but his reasons why. Well, I can't blame him, like many others, for the hate of nobles. That is not something that'll leave. It is like poison. A poison that spreads when you're on the other end of it and moves faster if you hit extra hard."

Stolas form slowly began to die down. He didn't want to feel pity but it is true. From listening to a little bit of Blitzy past. Along with hints of Loona time in the adoption agency. Millie, Sallie time in the barn and saving up money. Striker talking to him in the cave. Even Moxxie small moment how there was rough moment with money.

He didn't have to worry about survival.

He isn't look down by his race and hierarchy. Besides, the hatred.

"Moxxie learn to accept it. Not agreed with it. Maybe can find a way to help him. Just like he does with you. IMP." Medea looked at Stolas staying very still. "You can go to Wrath all you want. But that won't do much as they would be the one to call you. We all knew about this. I just told Moxxie before Wrath told you that Striker is alive. After that the communication was going to be thin."

Stolas was silent for a while. "I told Moxxie he died. Didn't believe me. We were all ready to get a therapist of some sort. Then he started blabbering about meeting him."

"What?" Now Medea looked surprised hearing that.

"Moxxie, mention he met Striker?"

"When exactly?"

"I'm um doesn't know didn't asked." A bit embarrassed then shook it away. "So, if I did drag you to Satan- "

"Go ahead. Call him."

Stolas head down a bit.

"Thought so. Look you can do if you like with your own time. I'm just telling you what he told me, tell you to be careful. Next, time you can kill him but were not going to stop either of you. Any other questions?"

Stolas stared at him for a very long time. "No, thank you but when I'm able to have a word with him. I will be asking about all this."

"If you insist. Won't stop you." Tap his bearded chin "May I ask you something then?"

"Um, yes?"

"I understand why you're upset. I really do. Yet, I feel there is something deeper into this?"

"I." Stolas silent. Not sure how much to reveal. But he was tired of hiding some of it too. Yet, this could change a lot if what he truly said is real. "I don't want Moxxie to get hurt again?"

Stare a little longer. "He not going to share."

"What?"

"Striker not going to share with you. Quite frankly. Even if you and Blitz weren't involved, I don't think he would share with the IMP boss."

"That is not your business between our relationship. Also how do you know this stuff?"

"You admit it. Funny, the smallest of words can change one's's mind. Make you say something in snap out of instinct." Snap his thumb as orange fire flickers off his finger. "Even those who high ranks fall for such little tricks."

Stolas stayed very still. Eyes focus on the fire. Then back to Medea.

"Next time, if you care to chat again. Please call. It's quite rude and can disturb a schedule here." Smile widened as in a flick the fire left. "Tea and some yummy snacks sound like a good idea don't you agree? A dash of whiskey to kick it up a notch."

"Yes? I am sorry. "

"Don't be. You were worried about Moxxie. Worry about your life. Worried about these new found intel that will make you all paranoid."

"Do you have a possible idea what Striker might be doing now?"

"Nope."

"I see." Head down a bit. "Excuse me need to go back."

"Of course, to speak to Moxxie or vaporize him?"

"What?! No!" Stolas horrified.

"Good because you wouldn't be saved from that." Medea smiled bigger at him.

"I'll have you know I lo-." Stolas stopped to finish that sentence.

"You what?"

"I... I like Moxxie. I care for him." Angry, if along with upset but probably this makes them both even. The two of them need to talk about this. Along with give Blitz a head about Striker being technically out. Parole? Either way he is out there. "I got to go."

"Good bye Prince. I'll see you possibly at the next Harvest Moon Festival."

"Right can't wait. Good day Doctor." Stolas close the door behind. His long legs shake as he forces himself to move.

Its official there something not right with that Doctor.

A Doctor who has better connection with Satan than Stolas will have.

Medea waits as the smile drops slightly. Pulls out an old mirror. Tap the mirror once. Twice. It soon glowed. A pair of fire red eyes look back "The three of us will need to get together to talk after you two get here to look at the body."

A low huffed like sound.

"Don't be pouty. You're almost as bad as him. And you're now flipping me off. How rude? At least try to hide it better."

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Done!

Well, now a lot of surprises are coming all around!

Stolas got the answers he didn't expect and will need to talk to Moxxie.

Moxxie and Esme having that talk. Wonder how their day off is coming along?

Medea the troll full of surprises and secrets.

What else will be awaiting?

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Until next time.

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