Chapter 120

Here we go to the next one.

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, bad flirts and needles.

Error/Moxxie speaking/speaking/singing

Voices/Text/Flashback/Singing

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Eyes snapped open.

A dark ceiling in what he sees first. Along with soreness. Head pounding furiously.

"Good you're awake. Try not to move too much. Your back has got to be stitched up a lot. So, try not burst them I open. Got bruised up very badly. So, the soreness is not fun right now. Meds right to your side with a water."

"Where am I? "

"You're in a cell right now in Wrath."

Striker then realized they were indeed in a cell. Along with shirtless covered in bandages. Can feel material around his head as well. Their whole body was sore. Slowly lift themselves up to be pressed against the wall. He stares at Medea on the other side of the bars. Just sitting at a table. A notebook in hand. A medical bag on the table.

"How you feeling?"

"Like shit." Their eyes glazed around the place. "Where Moxxie? Bombproof? The others."

"Moxxie behind those doors right now. Waiting till I give approval to see you. Or until you woke up. Wouldn't stay in the med bay. Not that I can blame them. Has gone back and forth to check their teammates who are at a hospital in this town were in. Both, don't have permanent injuries. Bombproof in a stable, and being taken care of as we speak. Stolas was delivered to Sloth. Just a broken leg with a few bruising. They made it sound like a big deal. The, last 48 hours have been wild say the least." Medea hums while writing away. "No, ones know it was you specifically who kidnapped Stolas. Smart on you for your face to be hidden. Unless someone says anything."

The taller one notices their shirt, poncho, bandana and boots on a chair. Along with a small table with meds on a plastic plate, same with the water. Would be suspicious of this. Yet, right now in no position or care. Took the pills, then chug the water. Wipe their mouth. "Why were you there?"

"Who you think called that party? It was pure luck in the area when Blitzo, Millie stopped at the gas station I was at. Then well, I put in a few phone calls. Well, the rest lead to where we are now."

"You are filled with too many damn surprises."

"Same with you too 'Outlaw'.

"Critter." Spiral eyes went wide. What they tried to do. That whole shit fest with the choices. Then pull out a blasted pistol. "They tried to. Their eyes- "

"Yes, the pink that was from Sloth. Not going there for a while, or never, that's for sure."

"What you mean from Sloth?"

"Let's see from the witnessed reports along from them. They were going to take off themselves instead of choosing who shall die. Correct?"

A quiet silence filled the jail cell area.

"Thought so. Here what I gathered from Moxxie, along with the Doctor Somna. Now they were in Sloth to bring Blitzo daughter, Loona to get a shot- "

Flashback to St. An's~

"Welcome you must Mr. or Ms. No Bingo. And this must be 'Tuna'."

"Loona." Just not going to try right now. Kept Loona focus on the posters of hellpups expressions. "She isn't a fan of this kind of work, so let's make this quick for all our sakes."

"Oho, come now; it can't be that bad. I see hellhounds every day," Doc Somna smile. The short pink fur baphomets smile. A blue candle on their head. The guy kind of giving Moxxie Doc Medea vibes. Must be glasses. He jumps out the chair and walk to a box of needles, "there hasn't been one that has caused any issues."

Moxxie eyes widen at the gigantic syringe. Sees Loona try to turn her head and jump in the way for her to not see. "Eyes at the wall."

"Jeez calm your tits." Loona growled but eyes on the poster.

"Not bad idea to keep her calm."

"I am calm!"

"Loona wall now."

"I'm staring at the damn wall with the ugly freaks you piece of- "

POKE!

"There we go!"

Loona freezes.

"See that wasn't so bad now was it. She will feel some exhaustion which is normal. It should kick in a bit. Now will need to put the cone on and then- "

Loona snarled to turn to slash at him. Which resulted to Moxxie to leap out to save the poor pink fur goat.

That's a big no to the cone.

"You're not putting any stupid-WHAT THE FUCK?" Staring at the size of the needle she got the shot from.

"Get the cone."

"Fatty you're so dead! Same with you lamb chop!"

Moxxie toss the Somna in the chair and jump in the air as Loona leaps out. Lands on the exam table. "Loona, I want to get this over with now."

"Then you put the cone on to not seeing your ugly crying mug!"

"I'm curious about those marks too? Are those scars? Birth defect? A tattoo?"

"Cone. Now."

Loona growled at the Doctor as she snarled. Let out a howl. Began to charge at him. Then a body slam her down from behind. Yelp as she falls on the ground. She not going down like this? Why is she feeling dizzy? Shook her head as she tried to get the little imp off her back. It was so damn embarrassing. "Get off me you little old man!"

But they didn't.

Soon Moxxie grabbed the back of Loona neck very firmly. Watch the wild hellhound slit pupil enraged to slowly began to get dopey. Like roll in the back of her head at any second.

"Now."

A cone was soon put on Loona neck and snapped in place. Let go of her neck and got off her. Watch her slump to the ground.

"There we go! Here a lollipop for your troubles!"

Loona swipes the lollipop and groans. Slowly forced herself up and went into a slump. "Can we get the fuck out of here."

"Yes." Walks to the door

"Right let's go up front to make sure the next schedule- "

Moxxie open the door. Then suddenly they were hit with powder. Lots of damn powder. They choked and gagged. Took their glasses off to rub their face as it got there too. What the rat is this junk? It smells and tastes horrid!

"What crap am I smelling?"

"Nurse what you doing?!"

"Hi Doctor." Nurse Muffin was holding a clipboard along with huge cannister. A huge X mark over the letter sigma (σ). "Mr. and Ms Non-O needed it very badly. See!"

"What are you- "The clipboard slammed to his face. Pull away while readjusting their glasses. Read it as their eyes almost popped.

"See! I have never seen anyone's stress levels go over the chart like that. Not even the records we have anything this high. They didn't want to schedule a spa. So, this would help instead."

"Nurse that sweet but you have to asked first along with dosage."

"I was only able to get one cannister. It's already gone. Couldn't grab anymore in time." She tilts her head.

"Oh, dear well this is concerning and you are trying to help. But I'll need to talk with them first. Mr. or Ms-Where they go?" Dr. Sonma looking around for the imp and hellhound.

Moxxie cough louder leaning against a wall. Loona behind as he pulled her with their tail as they went through the portal. In Blitzo apartment. If they weren't in a rush to know about their team and Stolas situation. Would have rolled heads!

"Moxxie? You good there?" Loona sounded well not worried. Maybe concern. Well, probably mind just thinking that plus not seeing her face.

"Pe *cough* peachy." Smack their chest while pulling a phone out. Goes to grab in the kitchen to fill it up with water. "Were at *cough* your pla-ack go lay down."

"What they do?"

"Threw som*cough* some junk a*cough, cough* me." Took a huge gulp of the water. Look back at the phone to check the messages. Then look at the tracker on the phone. Stop staring at the dots.

Why was Striker there?

Fist, clenched tighter as they put the cup down. The coughing now stops. They go into their jacket to pull out a rifle. Eyes glowed as a portal started to open up. "Pup I'm going to go check the others."

Loona passed out on the couch.

"Then Moxxie arrived and well know the rest."

"You saying that shit of gas did this?"

"Correct. It's supposed to lessen one stress. You see in the hospitals, spas and certain pharmacy in the Sloth ring. They have what you could call a 'stress detector' at every entrance. Since in Sloth you don't want to be overcome with work, life, and stress. Will be times ones will be approach about it if its worrying, extreme or a quick money grab. For Moxxie case well won't give out those records. But the medicine so to speak did the opposite for them. No, relaxation or chill. Stress was still there but their body and mind decided to take an 'easy' route out. Now it is out their systems just triple their stress levels now. Along with sickening guilt."

"Fuck." He pressed his palm into his eyes. He can't believe this shit. Along with Moxxie luck.

"Yes, indeed fuck. Nurse Muffin is already being talked to by her boss. Already threw in my own complaint since they are my patient not their own." Tilt their head. "How you going to get out this one?"

"How about giving me the damn keys before I ripped your horn off."

"Sadly, can't allowed that. While others don't know you're here. Including the ones who 'hired 'you to kill Stolas. There really only one right now in rank who knows where you are at."

"Goody. Who that be? Bet will start waving me around as bait."

"He wouldn't do that. Dislikes the Goetias and only put up with them for Lucifer's sake."

What?

"But will talk about that later." Close their booklet and get off the chair. "I'm giving you this time to talk to Moxxie until I come back since you do need to be question. So, use this time wisely."

"Don't you mean plan my last minutes of life wisely."

"Don't be silly you're not going to die. Unless you want that? I mean who wants to be in your shoes telling you partner to pick someone to die."

"How- "

"Blitzo. Plus, your behavior as well." Walk to the door. Stop a bit. "I do mean it. Use this time wisely with them."

The door opened and closed behind. Striker left alone in the prison cell. He stares down at his fingerless gloved hands. He clenched them tightly.

What is he doing to say to Critter?

"Moxxie."

Moxxie glance at the Doctor. They were sitting at a table. Their phone on the table. Across from them sat a guard reading a book. Another imp guard close by leaning against the door. It was like a mix of an office and waiting room. That leads to four different doors. One of the doors that Medea coming out to the prison cell.

Scarf wearing imp look exhausted. In a physical sense, the past 24 hours took a toll on them rougher than they expected to happen.

Millie and Blitzo in the hospital in this town. That they too were in not too long ago.

Loona finally woke up to be given the details of what happen. But she is told to stay home after Blitzo finally talks to her.

Stolas at the hospital in Sloth. The news team eating that up along reports on how he could have gotten hurt. No, no one allowed to get an interview.

Striker was taken care of and is now in a prison cell.

Phone calls nonstop. Many they just ignored besides small text. Just wanting to make sure how the others are holding up.

Then was their own 'checkup' with Medea. Got room to themselves to be private and not too many questions. To figure out this whole mess along with what happened to them. A 'check' solved that along with Medea calling the other Doctor for a verdict. A damn gas of all things pulls that shit on them. Well, it should be relieved and won't affect them in the future.

Then Medea pulled out the Blessed pistol.

Moxxie stared at the weapon laid out in front of them on the bed they were forced to lay on the moment they got here. Eyes dull as they look at it. While their hands clench behind the side.

"I won't asked how you got this. Already have idea how Striker got his own to plan this whole kidnapping and attempt assassination. But you," Look at Moxxie on the bed, "will be harder to explain. Even Stolas doesn't know the whole situation about you if he starts asking questions. Unless besides telling the truth."

Kept staring at the weapon for a long time.

"Moxxie." Hand together in front. "Have you tried to take your life before with this weapon?"

No, response.

"Moxxie."

"I want to see the others."

Stare a long time at Moxxie and sighs. Reach out to take the pistol with a cloth. Place the gun back inside the Doctor bag, "All right. Mildred, Blitzo should be awake. I say in a few days the pair can go home since we sneak the book in to speed it up. Not too far away down the hallway."

"Okay." Stare at the table a bit longer. "I want to go see Striker afterwards."

The Doctor looks at them for a few seconds. "All right. We can do that."

"Who were they?"

"Pardon?"

"That group who came in with you in the cave."

"Right. Not many do get to see them, along with blending in so well. They are how you say this Ring personal guards and hunters. They served the highest being in this ring. Work for them but at the same do have their own work all around. Call them Wrath personal police force so to speak. I called them because of the situation with Stolas. Just thinking about safety and hopefully less bloodshed. Wish we have got their sooner but can't change that now."

"How do you have that connection to call them?" Eyes then narrowed slightly.

Medea smiles still in place. "We can discuss that later. For now, let get you to see the others."

Got to meet up with the pair. Just focus on the pair on how they are feeling. Which was easy as Blitzo was venting a lot. About their situation, being in a hospital, wondering how Loona is, and Stolas situation. Moxxie half pay attention while listening to Millie. How she feels fine. Can't wait to go back out as she about to get bed stir crazy. Just trying to keep the emotions content. Positive.

Then it started to be about Striker.

There were lot of threats and cursing out Striker. Then it started to overstep it.

"Hope the snake fucker having their teeth removed."

"Blitz!"

"What? He was screwing with us! I don't care if he was making sure my business wasn't connected or not! At the end he was using us!" Blitzo growled, while he does have the right to be pissed. One of their best on the team. Then this shit happens. Of course, getting their ass kicked wasn't helping out much. The betrayal was a little too personal that he cares not to admit.

"I'm upset too." Millie bit her lips slightly. Eyes focus on Moxxie as they were seated between the pair with their back was turned towards Blitzo. Their head down to not pick up what they are thinking. "Look right now we just need to focus just leaving soon."

"Can leave snake man to these guys as well."

"B just stop right now- "

"Why? Just because his boyfriend is right here? Who he made to pick between one of us to die! Then was going to off themselves! For all we damn know Striker may have fake caring to be in a relationship with them- "

Crack!

A fist connected to the wood right under Blitzo head. Moxxie head down to not see Blitzo stunned look. Then realization letting their mouth run its course.

Shit.

"Moxxie wait- "

"My visit time up. Ill text you too."

"Mox holds on- "

Moxxie already walks out the room, slammed the door a little harder than needed to be. Clutch the door knob tightly. Could still hear them talking.

"What the fuck Blitzo?"

"I didn't. I mean. Shit Millie with how Striker was behaving out there. Stolas hurt. We got hurt too- "

"You have a right to be angry as a boss. I have a right too. But no! No, you do not pull that stunt after what happens! For, fuck's sake B they were going to shoot themselves for your two safeties! You don't get to say if the relationship was fake or not!"

"I had shitty relationships Millie."

"So, have I! I also get it your scared. For Moxxie. For Stolas. For, the damn future now for IMP. But fuck you shouldn't have said that B. The pain in Moxxie eye- "

Moxxie just walked after that when they saw Doctor Medea. Soon was asked to just go now. Didn't asked how it went besides the comment on their fist.

After that their mind was so out of it. That they honestly can't recall how they made it. Only I was told to wait. Even if it was hours and to let the others do their job. Then there was the wait. A long wait.

Until now.

"When the time up. I'll come get you." Medea glance at Moxxie staring at the door. "The door to his cell is staying lock."

The taller of the two stared at the door that led to the cell. A door that oddly looked very strong. Magic that was form around it.

The door opens up.

Moxxie step inside as the door was closed behind. Took a few steps till they are in front of the bars. "Rattles."

Spiral eyes look across the cell door to meet the mix match eyes. No longer held pink in their pupils behind those glasses. Instead, a calm neutral look on their face. Still, in the same outfit with their scarf wrapped around themselves. While the other now has their shirt back on along with a bandana.

"Hey Critter."

"Were using me."

Striker taken back. Just already going straight to questions. The way they said it didn't sound like a question. But a fact they were labeling themselves. He got out the bed, wincing at the soreness, as he walked on over. "No. I was serious about all that. I was never using you. "

"Besides telling me who to choose to die."

Wince at that.

"I found out about the gas. How it messes with my head those few minutes. My thoughts and memories make me not forget how I was feeling. The damn questions that kept coming and coming even after it was purged out. That maybe things would have been easier for everyone if just shot mys- "

A tail slammed into the bars.

"Shut up!" Striker now in front of the bars and gripped the iron bars tightly. Their expression looks furious trying to hide the panic they were feeling. Yet, Moxxie wasn't looking up at them. "I messed up! I messed up asking you that Moxxie and I regret it! I wasn't thinking but wanted to get rid of Stolas. "

"You don't regret trying to kill Stolas."

"No." Lean their head against the bar. Eyes looking down at the other. Not staring at them but the ground. "I didn't want you involved in that Moxxie. I just. I just wanted us to survive and be happy. What we have. When you asked out and when I said yes. It was no ploy. No, game. No, fakeness. It was all real."

Then I mess it up by putting you in that position.

A quiet silence filled the cell room.

"I don't want to fight." The head pressed against the cell door. "This is so normal after all. Assassination, killing, blackmail and you get the whole package deal in Hell. It is so normal. I just. Why if have to be Stolas?"

"Blame his harpy of a wife who called me."

"Yeah. Her." Slowly glance up at Striker. "I'm not going to judge you for your hatred on the higher up. But Stolas. Yes, he is a father. Like you said. Him and Blitzo. Both are fathers. You, Blitzo. Both know how it feels to lose a parent. I didn't want those girls to go through what you both felt."

"That. They." Striker gritted his teeth tightly. To not scream at Moxxie. That it wasn't fair even dare say that! Until his mind just flashed to his mother's smile. He stops gritting his teeth.

"That is what I really was upset about along with sad." Their tail slipped through the bars to wrap around their own tail. "I'm going to forgive you for hurting me. "

"Wh-What?" Just taken back. Are they forgiving him? But why? After what he just did. He was expecting that their relationship to just be broken off. Didn't want to be with them Wrath's sake they started to think if the relationship was nothing. Even in general this was so odd in Hell. So, rare to be forgiven like this.

"But I'm not going to forget this so easily." Eyes look up with a hardened gaze. "I don't forgive a lot that many think I do because I care. I don't forget things. You should know that very well."

He sure did. Almost wanted to look away from the tone and look in their eyes. Were they glowing? No, his head must have got hit harder than he thought. Still, it was quite unsettling. Like any second will rip his soul apartment by words alone.

Fuck.

"You had your secrets. Just like mine own. But the others. I'm not going to vouched for. That is for you to deal with."

"You make sound like I'm going to get out Critter." The tail rattle curled around the other securely.

"Because I have an idea. It is something I talked with Medea about. It could help at least save you."

"Oh? What's that?"

Just gave him a deadpanned look like they should know. "Just cooperate with Stolas about the assassination."

"What?"

"She never seen you right?"

"Correct."

"Plus, you're not too dumb. I bet you saved some details on your clients with kills. If someone tries to get you back."

"Ouch. Right in my pride" He chuckles as he slips a finger through the bars. To touch a bit of their hair. "I do have proof. It's just depends on my jailer let alone if they cooperate with Stolas."

"Jailer?"

"That would be the one in charge of these soldiers." Which was only one demon. But he can't see that happening. Unless they just let someone else handle this situation.

"But if they cooperate along with Stolas. Would you, do it?"

Striker thinks about it. Yes, they never showed their face. They always hid their paper trail. Yet, now they're a possibility their face is shown now. Plus, if others keep their mouth closed in this investigation. For all he knows, Stolas may have mentioned his name to someone to investigate. He can't see Stolas forgive him unless in the spot that needs proof against their wife. Sleeping around is one thing. But to put a hit on a Goetia is a bigger crime.

Lots of proof they have on hand.

"I will cooperate Critter. Just getting the owl- "

"Leave it to me. I'll talk to Stolas."

"You'll talk to them?"

"Yes, just," Took a deep breathe, "trust me. I'll talk with them."

Stare down at them till they let out a chuckle. "You're doing a very risky favor to approach them."

"Maybe so. Just when the time comes when you're out. You two need to stay away from the other."

"I'm down with that. I bet I'm fired from IMP."

"Blitz is indeed hurt."

"Well, if he wants to talk or fight. I'm down for that. I'll probably be stuck in here who knows how long. Or until they want to get rid of me."

"That won't happen." A low growl. "I'll get you out if I have too."

"A prison breaks? How exactly would you do that?"

"I- "They stop.

About to admit opening a portal.

They need to talk to Striker now about this. After what Striker has hidden being a double assassin. Secrets being hidden. There are still secrets kept hidden. Issues that aren't talked about.

"Critter?"

Felt fingertip on their cheek. Eyes glance to see Striker kneel on one knee. Both his fingers touched the other cheek. It almost looked like he tried to slip his hand out as much as he could to just hold their face. Slightly worry on their face with a frown.

Fuck, they have to tell him now.

"Striker, I got to talk about something now. It was about what I wanted to talk about when you were going to come back and, I just think. Frick, I don't want to keep ignoring it. I wanted to tell you but it is like one excuse after another over the years. A crumb after all this and now I'm worried what you could think and- "

"Hey, hey deep breathe Critter. You're talking really fast now." A bit confused now. Sure, they remember they needed to talk. But the expression in their eyes began to make them feel a bit uneasy.

It was like they were scared. It was different from the cavern. Fear. Fear of what?

"Critter. What going on?" Now serious as he does his best to keep the other face at them. Too talk now.

Just open your damn mouth and tell him the truth. Tell him! "I- "

The door opens up.

"Times up."

No!

Moxxie whip their head at Medea direction. "No, no, no. Not now just give a few minutes."

"Moxxie, I told you have to leave when the door open. Already have someone on the way to talk to Striker- "

"Doc no! Five minutes is all I'm asking!" Hand clings to the bar now. Their tails wrapped around each other tighter.

"Moxxie?" Medea tilted his head in confusion. Walk inside along with two other imps to watch closely. "You can talk to Striker when we can- "

"No, dammit I-Don't touch me!" Shove one the imps grabbing their shoulder.

"Hey!" Striker snarled as he grabs as much fabric he can. Tail rattle unsettling while he grips Moxxie tail tightly now.

"Moxxie! You're not making this easy-

"I want to tell him!"

"Tell him what- "Stop to see Moxxie face better now. Cling to the bar to be as close they can to be with Striker, while their tail the only that able to do that. Striker has a look ready to attack even if he is behind bars. Attack, along with possessive protections to keep their smaller companion close. The to look back at Moxxie eyes a tint of shine.

"I want to tell him. Please."

Medea stared at the pair. A hand out to motion the other two guards to stop. He walks on over as he lay a hand on Moxxie shoulder. "I'll tell him."

That took Moxxie off guard. "What?"

"I'll tell him." That familiar smile on his face. "You two can talk about it when you come back. But I'll tell him enough to be ready."

"No, no I should- "

"Moxxie I can handle this. Right now, ill let you both say your goodbyes."

"But- "

"Critter."

Look back at Striker face. They were pulled closer till a pair of lips were on their forehead. Soon, they were pulled to keep their faces pressed against the bar.

"Whatever this is. Will talk about it. I'll hear what the troll will say. Then when you get back will talk about it. Right now. I want you to go check on Bombproof. Make sure they actually taking care of his fat ass. Then go rest. You really look like you need to sleep." Striker gave him a charming smirk. "Who knows maybe I'll sneak out first to get before you know it."

"Were right here." One the two imps muttered.

They were ignored.

"Now go on ahead Critter."

Moxxie stared at him until they finally let go. Took a few steps back as they start to be taken out by the two other imps. Look back at the pair still in the cell.

"Go along." Medea smiles.

Force them to turn around to keep moving till they are out the door. The door closes shut and locks.

"Will take you to where his horse is at."

A small nod as they followed the two imps. Their minds wander around in fear, worry and anxiety. It should be them telling Striker. Not Medea. If they make it back or hide away to make a portal-No! No, you need to focus on the plan. You got to talk to Stolas soon. First, make sure Bombproof is safe. Maybe they can sneak a carrot to them.

"What this big secret?"

"Hmm what do you think it is?" Medea walked back to the table to place their bag on the counter.

Striker growled. Great question game. Stood back up to rub between their eyes. "I don't know. Are they thinking they could be trans?"

"No, but from the surprise to know you two are dating. Has there been any intercourse yet."

"Pervert."

"Nope. Not a pervert along with a no. When you do get out you should talk to them. Their body is something the pair of you should discuss about. Not counting the touching issue."

"Noted. Another one to think I'll get out this alive."

"Alive yes if you cooperate." Turn around as their arms behind their back. "Before I do explain about Moxxie. There is the discussion about Stolas we shall need to discuss about first."

"What?" Tilt their head now confused. "Wait. You said I'll be talking with the one in charge of the soldiers here."

"Oh, you are. A lot of things to discuss about. I know the basics. Yet, I always prefer to know both battlefield points of view. Now we are going with your point of view how this all started."

Now Striker was defiantly confused. Their point of view? He rubs his head to wipe away a bit of sweat. "But you. "

"Yes, me a Doctor."

Striker glance down as their eyes notice the shadow. Eyes went huge to take a step backwards.

"I do actually like you, Striker. In fact, I remember a lot of my patients to help give birth. Your mother Susie was a trooper. A trooper and love you so dearly in her arms, even after you try to nip her. Quite a strong Wrathian. Half or not. I never cared. I truly wish I was in that town to help your mother. Would it have changed anything? I don't know. That like asking if a doctor was there at every stop will it make a difference especially in this warzone of Wrath." Back still turned as they take a notebook out. It had a metal small lock. It was different compared to the other. Along with the west fountain pen.

"Why are you- "He didn't know what to say. Everything feels hot. What the fuck is going on here? This was different. He can't explain it. It is just different.

"But Moxxie. Oh, Striker you have no idea how lucky you are to be close to someone like them. Let alone to be in a relationship. Even if they weren't around, I would have done what I could to help. If I knew ahead of time. Do find it stupid for you to go after someone of that rank. Yet, you do have a spectacular record with the hits you have. Almost could have finished it off. Bet you felt anger rising when the hit was off. Plans forming in your head to get them back even once you got the money. Already got one down. Why not two more on the list? Who will care? Well, true I wouldn't care about the Marquess along with their sibling."

"How do you?" Know body should know this. Sure, maybe they heard something from Stolas. Still, how did they put it together? Like it was some kind of puzzle piece.

"Still, while the Wrath ring doesn't allow Goetia to rule anything in this ring. Sure, you got Imps from old money and good running business. Then you got Stolas in the closes even if it's just an once year thing. One point was Paimon but let it be real. Everyone here in Wrath was ready to form a mob to make sure that buffoon doesn't do it again. Shouldn't have had that book yet not much could be done at the time till Stolas was able to take over. Their pride was hit just a tiny bit. To not have a small amount of leverage here in Wrath. Hmm oh dear," Pulls out a pocket watch in black metal. Open the lid to look it over. "I better get to work with the talking. Now Striker, I want you to tell me everything before I asked you the questions.

Striker usually would be calm in the situation. Heck, add a bit of their charm to make it easy going. But this imp.

This imp was making their instincts haywire. Too not fight them at all. You will lose. You will die.

"Now then." Turn their head to the right side to see half their face.

The assassin froze like a predator froze when they meet another predator.

"Let's get to talking shall we." Doctor Medea smiled at him. That charming smile they give to every patient, citizen and even enemies of Wrath. Their eyes that can be seen behind the glasses were no longer usually closed.

Yes, they see the color clearly in the dark prison room. The lights in this cell couldn't compare it to anything he ever saw.

A glowing lava orange pupil looking straight at him.

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Done!

Well, what do you all think?

Who gets a break? Nobody gets a break!

Yes, in the Sloth ring I did think of interesting idea about sensors picking up stress. So, will have many options to get you unstress between spa to drugs. Anyway, make sure you relax to do nothing. While also getting your money. But it did the opposite for Mox.

Blitzo has his reason to behave like this. The guy did get backstab a lot. So, reasons to be upset but shouldn't have called out about the relationship. Even if they were worried.

Striker will not get a break and wish him luck.

Wish Moxxie luck.

Wish Stolas luck too.

Heck, wish Millie luck trying to keep much of the peace together.

Bombproof happy to see someone they know again.

Any questions?

Until next time.

Bye, bye!