Chapter 55

Another for you all.

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, possible musical/singing moments and bad flirts.

Error/Moxxie speaking

Voices/flashback/Text

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Moxxie hums as he sews on his bed. Will stop as he looks at the details of the outfit or the order Then went back to sewing. A bit pleased with himself how the coat turns out. Hopefully the client will like it.

Millie went to bed not too long ago.

This week was going to be slow. Like for starters that time of the month to bring the book back to Stolas.

He frowns slightly at the thought. Small thoughts wonder about Blitz, Stolas. He doesn't know if it is just himself overreacting. But he seriously doesn't know why those two interact. Sure, could say their small sweet moments if either of the two admit it or interaction. It was kind of nice to see and hear.

Octavia at times will tell him what home is like. Sure, she and Stolas seem to be fixing their family relationship. Then when she mentions her mother. It is just about how her folks would fight, argue or be separated in another room. Along with lots of furniture and items being destroyed. She really thinks a divorce will happen. Or if one of the two have the guts to kill the other. Didn't make it better when Blitz comes by to see Stolas for a visit. After that Octavia really just stays in her room to keep herself occupied.

The little mask imp tried to talk to Stolas about it. Yet, a lot of things have been interrupting them. Either with duties, working around in space, Stolas spending 'alone time' with Blitz, or still finding Bugs to destroy. And whenever they do talk Stolas really wants to keep Blitz, IMP, Stella and anything else in that business away from their talk. At that point Moxxie slowly gave in and just stop. He tried. It's not his business even if a part of him doesn't like it. Annoying itch.

Yeah, Moxxie actually found two bugs not too long ago. It was a shock to take care of it. Then they had to heal as many stars as they could that poison. Don't get Moxxie started on that situation. He doesn't like how quiet it was not seeing them. Either their possible fewer now or hiding better. Not fully gone since he still finds those poison stars.

Then their Blitz really been annoying itch too. Sure, he still well Blitz and taking control better with the business. Random weird stuff he will say to him and doesn't understand at times. Loona would call him dense a lot. Well, he does agree with that. They are dense.

Shakes his head a bit.

Alright that's enough stalling on time. He could maybe ask Madre. Maybe go visit too. He really does miss going home at times. Phone calls, text, and the visits are nice at times. Just miss it going back to their ring.

His phones began to ring. It was a violin instrumental ringtone. Glance at his phone as he let out a sigh. Almost wanted to not answer. But it would either keep ringing or be bombarded with questions about why he didn't answer at work. Put the finished outfit in the box to answer his phon. "What do you want sir?"

"Hey, hope I didn't wake ya!"

"You didn't." Leave his room and head to the kitchen. Move the phone away a bit as his voice grew louder.

"Anyway! How would you and Mils like to visit the Wrath Ring for harvest bullshit this year?"

"The Harvest Moon Festival!"

Moxxie glance to see Millie jump out of her room. Still in her PJ but didn't care.

"Yee-fuckin-haw!"

"Well, it would be nice to see it again." See that pretty blood moon. Maybe can slip away to see Madrea. Then a thought crossed. "Wait? Where are you calling from?"

Tap!

Moxxie and Millie turn to see Blitz at the window across from them. He waves and smiles happily. Tail wagging back, forth. Then they heard another sound from his phone along with outside.

"Squeak!"

"Squeak!"

"Squeak!"

"Squeak!"

"Squeak!"

Blitz screamed as he was being attacked by rats. They weren't happy from being woken up and don't like this imp.

"AHHHH YOU LITTLE FUCKERS! IM NOT PARTS FOR YOUR NEST!"

Moxxie sighs as he hands Millie her daggers. She rushes towards the window to save their foolish boss.

One rescue later and talked about which section of Wrath the festival will be hosting at.

"Can I stay the night?"

"Go home. Tell Loona. Get packing."

"How about afterwards?"

Moxxie just gave him a look.

"Fine. Fine grouchy pants. I'll get you both in a few hours. Yall two take care of sleeping arrangements."

"Bye Blitz!" Millie waves goodbye to him.

"Bye Mil, Mox!"

They pair watch him leave and then go back inside. Millie casually watches Blitz run to the van and start it quickly before the rats get back.

"I'm going to drop all those orders and come back to pack." Moxxie tells Millie.

"All righty! I'm going to go call my folks. We can all stay with them!"

"Oh."

Millie stops a bit and smiles awkwardly. "Or we can ask your mom to stay over."

Moxxie wanted to be a little selfish and say yes. But he didn't want to do that too Millie. She and the folks have gotten back to nice speaking terms. She even went to visit a few times. It's just well they still don't like him. It doesn't mean he could sneak out. Just for a little bit, "No, no we can go to your folks. Their home would be bigger. Plus, closer to where Stolas is opening the festival. Right?"

"You sure?"

"Madre and I can plan something afterwards."

Sent a text to Ivy to check the apartment once in an awhile since they won't be home. Got a thumbs up. Talk with Maria for a bit and we will make plans. Moxxie was actually a bit excited about it. After dropping off the Flaw package orders. He went home to pack, just a backpack, and the imps just relax till Blitz came to pick them up. Three out of the four wear western, urban clothes to go to the Wrath Ring.

Moxxie barely changed. What? It was practically what he uses to wear. Besides minor differences.

"How do you not sweat in that?"

"Lack of complaining."

"Now we're talking! Let's go crew!" Blitz hollered and slammed on the break.

One drive through with an elevator ride later.

Moxxie lean against the door and watched the countryside passing by. His eyes softened slightly. Pride was alright. He has made a decent living. Met interesting demons. One who dating their Madre. Yet. The Pride Ring will never top the Wrath ring in Moxxie opinion personally. Space was equal to Wrath for Moxxie.

Then again, you're asking the Imp who life before was living in anti-void. Color, scenery only white till he used to use his strings for like decorations. Along with other 'lovely' situations.

"Look we are almost there!"

Yippie.

Look Moxxie wouldn't say he hate Millie folks. Doesn't like them. But don't dislike them. They treat Millie and Sallie well since their family after all. Not counting the situations and trouble that happen. But they never could like him. Not that they care. Just annoyed at times with the looks he gives him. Judgmental or not good enough. Weren't the only ones who ever gave him the look mind you. Just hit slightly closer from now and then we will meet them.

He was tempted to stay in the van as they drove up to Rough N' Tumbleweed Ranch.

You can see two Imps waiting outside to greet them. A burly male imp with white and matching mustache. Then the female imp who has similar like Millie just older looking and thicker.

Really tempted.

Millie jumps out of the van. "Mama! Daddy!"

"Yeeeee-hawwww! How's my deadly little pumpkin spice doing?" Joe spins his daughter around and ruffles Millie's hair affectionately.

"I'm good Pa! Thanks for letting us stay here for the harvest jamboree."

"It's no trouble. We know you aren't making as much anymore since y'all went "freelance"." Lin chuckled.

"Freelance pays fine, Ma! We're doin' fiiiiine!" Millie facial expression turns serious. "It's fine."

Moxxie leans against the van as Millie waves him over. Mental breath and leave the van to come over.

"Anyway, yall remember Moxxie?"

"How can we not?" Lin arms crossed.

Moxxie glance at them and got stares of disapproval. "Lin. Joe. How you been? Any hell tornadoes of late?

"We lost our old farm hand to one of them terrors last week." Joe grunted.

Way to go Moxxie. "Terrible lost...sir?"

"Hey, watch it! I'm the "sir" here, bucko!" Blitz yelled at Moxxie.

"Since when?"

"Oh yeah! Y'all haven't met my boss, Blitz! And his hellhound!" Millie tells her folks.

Loona grumble. "I'm not just his hellhound."

"Yeah, she's, my daughter!" Blitz pulls Loona to his side.

"Only on paper." Loona rolled her eyes as she pulled her phone out. "You don't deserve to know my name."

Blitz walks over to Millie's parents. "It's a pleasure to finally meet the sperm and egg factory shovels that popped out this little gem of an assassin. You two raised a," playfully elbows Millie, "sturdy bitch!"

"That we did!" Joe agreed in a proud tone, Lin nodded in approval. Joe reaches out to shake hands with Blitz. "Blitz, is it? Heh heh. That's a fine name."

"It reminds me of war." Lin sighs happily.

"Nothing like a little war to make a strong man!" Joe flexes his bicep

"I like you people." Blitz smiles big. "So, not a big gun fan?"

"Guns get the job done but a man ain't nothin' if he can't tear the head off a hellish beast with only his bare hands!" Joe looks ready to tear someone's head off talking about it.

"HAAAA! You hear that Moxxie!"

"No."

"Speakin' of strong hands, y'all should meet our newest help. Hey Striker!"

Wait. What?

A huge black hell horse with fiery mane came running in. Leaps over the fence.

Moxxie stared at the four fiery orange eyes. Move back without anyone notice as they are behind the others.

No.

A loud neigh as the horse rose up. Then their hoofs slam back down.

"Well, Howdy!"

A tall hybrid imp around Blitz height. Wore a familiar large grey sun hat, cowboy boots, and a light red bandana around his neck. A black turtleneck shirt accompanied by a dark grey vest with a light gray jacket with dark gray cuffs, black tassels below. Black fingerless gloves with sharp fingertips. Ivory white pants with ripped thighs. Tail that's longer, the spins seem sharper. Ivory white hair with a pair of horns striped black and white. A small black mustache. A gold tooth shining with a smile chewing on hay. A pair of brightly ringed yellow green eyes look at them all.

Moxxie stays hidden behind the others still. Their minds are very silent about what is going on.

No, seriously what the fuck is going on.

"So, you're Mildred?" Striker walks up to Millie." Your folks talk about you a lot. Good things so don't worry about it.""

"Ohhh!" Millie laughs sheepishly as she shakes Striker hand.

"What're y'all doin' so far away from Imp City? Heh. The free working' finally slowing' down?"

"Oh no! Freelance isn't free! It's a- "Face went down to annoyance. "Never mind. We're just visitin' for the festival. The prince is our boss' boyyyyfrieeeend!"

"Millie, I am not above hitting a female in front of her daddy." Blitz walking over not amused.

"Boss, huh? Ohhh, so you're the bold imp to start his own killing biz?"

"Yeah, well if you're good at something', you should probably capitalize." Blitz shrugged.

"Not many Imps start businesses on their own. That's pretty impressive, sir."

"Oh" Blitz taken back by the compliment." Yeah? It is-- I- I- I guess- I guess it is, isn't it?"

Striker truly was impressed and wanted to learn a lot more with all this new detail. But can talk about it later. Shakes his hand with Blitz. "So, you even conned that ditzy blueblood into getting' you to the surface?"

"Well, it's long and complicated, but the short answer is yes. But he's not like, you know-- W- We're y- We're not, like. We're not doing it. We w- What's betw- It's a transactional fucking, you see. I um this is my daughter, and IMP bet receptionist Loona!"

"Thanks for giving me name away." Loona huffed as she looks back on her phone.

"So, your horse how long you had this beast?" Blitz tail wag looking at the creature.

"Yeah, he a-Bombproof what you doing?" Started to see his horse just walking up to the, usually the opposite as he doesn't just do that. Unless hungry.

Then the horse let out excited neigh as they get behind the others.

Dammit Bombproof. Moxxie growled as the horse spotted them. Then had to come over as they tried to. Well, maybe hide for a bit. Why should they hide? Striker apparently did a smooth job at that. A familiar horse staring down at him. A loud happy neigh, nuzzle him. The glare left as he couldn't help but hug their face. The warmth coming off them, didn't hear the footsteps

"Bombproof what the he- "

Both different sets of eyes looking at each other. Emotions, expressions of wide variety.

"Critter?"

"Rattles."

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Done!

Striker and Bombproof return!

Moxxie not exactly happy at the moment. As you can tell.

So, many questions around, the pain games, family tension, and probably some pain. Just wait and see!

Until next time.

Bye, bye!