Meanwhile, Y/N was seen under the bleachers cleaning himself off any mud he got on himself. However, he winced in pain as he looked at his arm and noticed bite marks.

Y/N: Ow. Damn...

???: You alright, N/N?

Y/N: *turns around* Oh, hey, Loona. Yeah, I'm fine. Just... Cleaning myself up.

Loona: The shark got you pretty good, huh?

Y/N: Yeah...

Loona; *smacks Y/N's arm* That's for fucking worrying me, N/N!

Y/N: Ow!

Loona: What the hell were you thinking, joining the Pain Games?

Y/N: I was worried I have gotten soft! I wanted a good challenge.

Loona: I can't tell if that's human pride or something else. Either way, you almost lost your arm! If you hadn't splashed mud into his eyes...

Y/N: Loo, stop! What did I say about having faith in me?

Loona: How am I supposed to when anything can happen in Hell? Especially when you're human?

Y/N: Loona, I understand your concern, but trust me when I say that it is true humans are weak in terms of physical strength compared to angels and demons. But, that doesn't define who we are. It's our indomitable will to live and survive. Our heart and spirit. Loona...

He walks to Loona and caresses her cheek.

Y/N: Not everything is about strength and power. There are other things that guarantee victory.

Loona: ...

Y/N: You're only worried about me because you've been living in a world where those two things are everything. Well, trust me when I say that it's not. And if so, then the world can fuck off because what's the point in living a world where those things triumph over everything? I love you, Loona. And I want to help you. Just like how you helped me so many times.

Loona: ... *sighs* I'm sorry, N/N. It's been so fucking hard for me. I-I...

Y/N: ... You just don't want to lose me. I know. Trust me, I don't want to lose you, either.

Loona: Look, this new territory of friendship/relationship is all new to me. I mean, I've always wanted a boyfriend like you, but... I...

He kisses Loona on the lips for a little as she was surprised by this.

Y/N: I'm new to this, as well. I wanna try and be the best person to you. I want to make you happy. But, honestly... I'm afraid that I'll fuck it up.

Loona: *eyes widen* N/N...

Y/N: Look, I know you're my first girlfriend, but your are the best one I've ever met.

Loona: ... No, I'm not. I'm sure that there are many others out there that will do better than me.

Y/N: *eyes widen* What? Loo, don't say that! You are the best. I don't care if you have flaws or insecurities. I love you not just for what you appear to be, but for what you stand by. Who you really are. ... And what you believe in.

Loona: ...

Y/N: I'm sorry for worrying you.

Loona: No, N/N. I'm sorry for worrying. You can handle yourself, pretty well.

Y/N: Hey, it's okay to worry. ... I don't mind it. It just shows how much you love me. Right?

Loona: ... *looks at Y/N & smiles*

Y/N: There's that lovely smile I heavily adore.

Loona: *blushes*

Y/N: And the blush. And...

He looks behind her to see her tail wag.

Y/N: The adorable tail wag.

Loona: *blushing* Fuck... Now, I feel out of character. Look what you did.

Y/N: You sure about that? The angsty teen is your personality? I know there's something else behind all of that. And I want to do what I can to help bring it out.

Loona: *blushing, eye roll* Shut up.

Y/N: *chuckles* You're cute when you tell me to shut up.

She giggled a little as she played with her hair.

Loona: ... Thanks, N/N. I feel better, now.

Y/N: *nods* No problem. Come on. Let's head back. I'd like to wrap up our stay here.

Loona: ... Actually, N/N... I think I have a way we can end the day.

Y/N: What's that?

Loona: Why don't we take this to somewhere more... decent?

Y/N: *eyes widen* Oh. I see what you mean. Alright, then. Let's get going.

They walked out of the bleachers and walked away from the festival. Meanwhile, volcanos with fiery spheres floating above them are revealed. Blitzo lies down on the ground and looks admiringly at Bombproof as he feasts on an animal carcass. Millie beams beside her parents as her brothers load up jack-o-lanterns into a truck. Millie waves at them and runs off. Inside the cottage, Moxxie glumly walks up some stairs. Moxxie notices light shining through the bottom of a door.

Moxxie: Well, that's troubling.

Moxxie opens the door and peers around. He notices the light coming from a box. He walks over and sees a rifle with glowing designs in an open gun case.

Moxxie: Oh, my crumbles!

He runs his hand along the side of the rifle.

Moxxie: A genuine carmine crafted blessing-tipped rifle! How... How in the fuck did he get one o' these?!

Striker leans against the door frame behind him.

Striker: Why don't you ask me, little dude?

Moxxie: Shit! W-Why do you have this... mister?! You are aware this kind of weapon can kill-

Striker: ... demon royalty?

Moxxie: Yes. That.

Striker: No shit. *flicks his wheat stalk away* That's kinda the point.

Striker runs his claws along the door. He closes the door and advances menacingly toward Moxxie with a grin.

Moxxie: Okay. Well I'm- I'm relatively concerned by your possession of this... I'm also glad my instant dislike of you has been vali-

Striker grabs Moxxie by the throat.

Moxxie: -DATED!

Striker wraps his tail around Moxxie's neck. He tosses Moxxie hard against the wall. He chokes Moxxie on the floor as Moxxie hisses and tries to claw at him. Striker holds him down with his body weight. Moxxie glances over to see a lamp on a table. He kicks the table and the lamp crashes into Striker. Millie hears the crash from outside. Moxxie stands up and races toward the door. He pulls the door open but Striker roughly pulls him back by his tail. Striker covers Moxxie's mouth and begins to strangle him. Striker chuckles evilly as Moxxie begins to lose consciousness.

Striker: *smirks* Pathetic.

Millie appears behind Striker and stabs him in the back with a knife. Moxxie collapses to the floor. A feral, enraged Millie stabs Striker repeatedly in the back. She leaps onto his back and holds the knife at his neck, but he breaks from her hold and stops her at the last moment. Striker then slams Millie off against the wall, breaking her arm. A now-bleeding Millie collapses next to Moxxie, clutching her broken arm. Moxxie reaches his hand towards Millie.

Moxxie: *weakly* Millie...

Striker grabs both of them by their hair and tosses them into a cellar. Millie cries out as her foot gets caught in a bear trap.

Striker: I'd kill y'all, but I feel like there's more leverage with your rodeo clown of a boss if I don't! Plus, you little things ain't worth the cleanup.

Moxxie runs up the stairs, but Striker closes the cellar doors. Moxxie tries to push the doors, but they won't budge.

Moxxie: *worried* Millie!

Moxxie runs down the stairs to Millie, assessing her.

Moxxie: *worried* Oh, Satan!

Millie: Moxxie, I'm fiiiine! I got worse than this during the flower tufts at my brother's weddin'. But I caught that fuckin' bouquet, and it was fuckin' worth it! You just have to get out there, and fuck up that brownnosin' cocksucker for me!

Moxxie: But I can't break through it. I'm not strong enough.

Millie: Not with your hands, baby. Use what you're good at.

Moxxie: I'm not good with my hands?

Millie raises an eyebrow with an unamused expression.

Moxxie: Ohhhh. Right. Yeah. Yeah.

Moxxie pulls out a pistol and fires a hole in the door. He pushes the doors open.

Moxxie: I... I probably should've used this earlier, huh?

Millie: I love you, hun... But, for fuck's sake!

Scene cuts to Stolas on stage. Stolas magically flips through the grimoire.

Stolas: My dear commoners of the Ring of Wrath! I, Stolas of the Ars Goetia, hereby curse this year's harvest with the glow of the true Harvest Moon!

The clouds swirl as Stolas creates a portal. The portal reveals a glowing orange full moon in the sky. The crowd oohs in wonder. Striker chuckles darkly as he aims the rifle at Stolas' forehead. A click is heard behind him. Blitzø aims his flintlock pistol at him.

Blitzø: Uh, excuse me? The FUCK?!

Striker turns around.

Striker: Bliiiitzo! I thought you were still at the ceremony!

Blitzø: You thought I wanted to stand around with a buncha hillbillies excited about corn n' shit with a thirsty owl on stage?!

Striker stands up.

Striker: Huh. And now you seem disappointed in me.

Blitzø: Yeaaaaah. Well, I'm not a fan of someone I offered a job to about to off my easiest lengthy ticket to Earth behind my back.

Striker: Blitzø, come on. You know, the two of us are superior than most of our kind. And you were so above suckin' on a disgusting, rich, pompous Goetia, only to sneak topside for scraps and work for bitter sinners, who could care less who you are, when you could be slaying Overlords.

Striker walks around Blitzø. Blitzø's eyes move and he appears conflicted. He aims his gun as Striker moves in the shadows.

Striker: Why struggle to run a business that is rigged against you? When you could partner up with me and kill... the unkillable?

Striker pins a frightened Blitzø against the wall.

Striker: Starting with the one that treats you like a plaything?

Blitzo grins in lust.

Blitzo: Ooh, that's kinda hot.

Striker: We could be the most dangerous beings in Hell, Blitzo.

Blitzø: Wow. That was a good fuckin' pitch.

Striker: Been workshoppin' it.

Striker moves Blitzø's gun away.

Striker: But, what if I sweeten the deal? I know about your daughter dating that human shit. And I can tell that you don't support them being together. You want to protect her, don't you?

Blitzø: ... Y'know what? Fuck it. I'm in.

Striker grins, but hears another click.

Striker: Huh?

Moxxie appears behind him with Striker's rifle.

Blitzø: Took ya long enough, Mox! Ha-HA! Wow, you should've seen your dipshit face!

Blitzø looks down to see Striker holding the knife in his other hand from behind.

Blitzø: Wow... Woah, okay. Cliché much?

Striker points Blitzø's pistol at Moxxie. Moxxie blocks the bullet with the rifle side.

Blitzø: Oh, you daddy fucker!

Blitzø bites at Striker's arm.

Striker: AAAAGH!!

The fight begins as Blitzø elbows Striker in the face. They exchange blows, and Striker slams Blitzø into Moxxie, both of them falling to the floor. Moxxie sees the rifle on the floor and reaches for it. Striker pins Moxxie's arm down with his boot.

Moxxie: AAAGH!

Striker: You dumb fucks lost the upper hand fast, huh?

Blitzø: HA! You seem to have forgotten something, fucko!

Blitzo whistles for Loona. Outside, Loona hears it whilst using her phone. Her ears flicked up and she scoffed as Y/N came to her with kebobs.

Y/N: Hey, Loona. You hungry?

Loona: *looks up & smiles* Thanks.

Y/N handed her a kebob and they ate.

Loona: But, we should hurry and finish. Blitzø is calling for me.

Y/N: What for?

Loona: Don't know.

Y/N: ... Come to think of it, we haven't seen Moxxie and Millie for a while.

Loona: ... I don't care much about Moxxie, but Millie... You're right, N/N. This could be important.

Y/N: *nods*

Blitzø: Ugh, fuckin' damn it, Loona.

Striker: It's a damn shame, Blitzø. We might actually've made a good team... Ah well.

Blitzø: In your wet dreams, you honky-tonk GOAAAAT!

Blitzø swings his foot under Striker and trips him. Blitzø kicks Striker away, causing him to drop his rifle, which Moxxie grabs. Blitzø races toward Striker and knock his head with a lamp. He lands punches at his face and swipes his tail at him. Blitzø uses his tail to toss Striker to the side. Moxxie fires a warning shot near Striker's head. Blitzø and Moxxie close in on Striker and Blitzø pulls out his pistol.

Striker: I still think it's embarrassing. You're wastin' a lot of potential relyin' on a weak little-

Moxxie fires a shot near Striker.

Moxxie: You gonna finish that fucking sentence... pard'ner?

Striker: Vermin.

Moxxie: Who's weak now, BITCH-?!

Moxxie gets slammed by the door as Loona kicks it open to enter the room.

Loona: 'Kay, I'm here.

Y/N: Blitzø, what's going on?! Is everything ok?

Striker narrows his eyes and uses the distraction to kick Blitzø's gun out of his hand. He shoves Blitzø aside and heads toward the open window.

Striker: Maybe you'll get me next time... Blitzy.

Striker escapes through the window. Blitzø points his pistol outside, looking at the celebration in worry.

Y/N: Was that... Striker?

Moxxie: N/N, there's something you should know.

Scene cuts to the ranch. Lin bandages up Millie's arm as she sits with her foot in a cast. Moxxie struggles to fit clothes in a suitcase.

Lin: I can't believe you let him trap you, Millie! Haven't we taught you better?

Millie: I was seein' red, Ma! And he was slippery!

Lin: Excuses! You're better than that, Mildred!

Moxxie closes the trunk and marches over to Millie's parents.

Moxxie: Y'know, she protected me. *drawl* And maybe I'm not a strong beefy dickhead, *normal voice* but Millie has the strength enough for both of us! You two are getting on her case about being hurt by a psychopath you hired?! *drawl* Shaaaaame on you!

Blitzø: Aw, Moxxie, look at you! Speechin' like a big boy with his big paaaants!

Joe glares at Moxxie, curtly nods and leaves.

Millie: Wooow! He nodded! He's never acknowledged your input before!

Millie stands up on crutches and walks away.

Moxxie: Soooo, is that progress?

Y/N: It is to me. Respect.

Moxxie: For once, N/N, thanks.

Scene cuts to a sign that reads "Hideaway Motel Vacancy. The Guy That Tried 2 Kill U Def Isn't Here." Striker is on a bed, talking on the phone.

Striker: Huh... I failed to kill the target at the festival. But don't worry, ma'am... It won't happen again.

Stella drums her fingers on the table impatiently.

Stella: It better not! I want this cheating prick dead! I don't care who you have to go through, MAKE IT HAPPEN!

Stella is seen sitting at a dinner table with Stolas, who is reading a book called "Imps in the Sheets", and Octavia. Stolas pauses from eating to look at his wife in concern while Octavia bops her head to music tapping on the wine glass with her fork.

Striker: Understood.

Stella hangs up the phone. Striker twirls the gun in his hand.

Striker: I'll get him next time.

Striker chuckles evilly as he turns off the light. His yellow eyes glow in the darkness to rattlesnake hisses.