You were told by Moxie and Millie that wrath could be really warm at times so you decided to wear a black pair of shorts with stylistic rips and tears, a black crop top that was loose enough to be comfortable and a red and black flannel around your arms. You also had on knee high black laced boots. Feeling confident, you packed your things and headed to the IMP headquarters to meet up with your coworkers.

"I'm so excited for the Harvest Moon Festival! Y'all are gonna love it!" Millie exclaimed. Moxie looked out the window, a concerned look on his face.

"Your parents don't still hate me, do they?" He asked.

"No Mox, they don't hate you, they're just the type to exhibit tough love. They'll come around eventually."

"She means they hate you because you're not tough." Loona replied, not missing a beat. Blitzo pulled up to the farm and parked the van. You climbed out of the back with everyone else and followed Millie over to her parents. She introduced everyone to her parents and made her way over to introducing you.

"This is (Y/N). She started working as our secretary recently." You sighed, knowing her family wasn't going to take you seriously either.

"Y'all haven't met our newest help yet. Striker!" Next thing you knew, the ground was shaking from the vibrations of hooves running the direction of the group. A tall, attractive looking imp was riding a flaming hell-horse towards everyone. The horse reared up when he pulled the reins and he hopped off, introducing himself.

"Well howdy! Well looky here! You must be the famous Mildred! Heard a lot of good things about you from your folks little lady. What are y'all doing so far away from imp city? Is the free working finally slowing down?" The imp named Striker said, shaking Millie's hand.

"Oh no, freelance isn't free, it's...nevermind. We're just visiting for the festival. The prince is our boss's boyfriend!" Millie said in a teasing tone.

"Millie, I'm not above hitting a female in front of her daddy." Blitzo said, gaining Striker's attention.

"Boss huh? Oh, so you're the bold imp who started his own killin biz!" Blitzo was taken aback, not used to positive recognition from other imps.

"Yeah, well when you're good at something you should probably capitalize."

"Not many imps start businesses on their own. That's pretty impressive sir." You got the feeling Striker was practicing the art of kissing ass given that no one ever had anything nice to say about Blitzo, but maybe that was just a part of his personality.

"Oh...uh, yeah? I guess it is, isn't it?" It was only a matter of time before the compliment would go to his head.

"So you even khaned that ditzy blue blood into getting you to the surface?" He began shaking Blitzo's hand.

"Well it's long and complicated but the short answer is yes. But he's not like, you know, We're not doing...we, what's between us, it's a transactional fucking, you see." You rolled your eyes, knowing he was full of shit. Millie's parents started talking about the Pain Games, ultimately catching the interest of Blitzo and Moxie. While Millie's parents were talking to Blitzo, Millie and Moxie, Striker turned his attention to you.

"And who might you be?" His smirk had your hair standing on edge.

"(Y/N)." He held a hand out to you.

"Well then, it's a pleasure to meet you, (Y/N). Where are you from?" You felt hesitant to answer that one, not wanting to talk about your mother and the dead beat father that walked out on her and you when you were an infant.

"Somewhere other than here." You replied. His smirk remained vigilant.

"Well no shit. A city girl secretary doesn't seem like the type to come from these parts."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" You asked in a defensive tone. He chuckled.

"What I mean is something like this. Just watch." He made his way over to the group and towards Moxie.

"I have some fight in me." Moxie stated in a very poorly imitated southern accent.

"Well then little fella, why don't you help me wrangle one of them hogs for dinner?" Moxie squared up to Striker.

"Simple, watch me!" Striker squared up as well, causing Moxie to back up instinctively.

"Nah, with these." He tossed Moxie a set of ropes and a knife.

"Bullets can't pierce the shell. You gotta get the knife underneath and pry yourself an opening."

You watched as Moxie attempted to follow Striker's instructions and miserably failed. Loona was filming his epic fail and Blitzo was taunting him even further. You caught Striker's gaze on you as he gave you a wink. You sighed, knowing you'd probably hear about it from Moxie later. You didn't know exactly what it was about Striker, but something about him made you decide not to trust him.

After he'd let the show go on long enough, he stepped in and decided to show off. He jumped on top of the hog, riding it as it reared up and swiftly struck it with his knife. He lugged it over his shoulder like the hog was nothing and walked past Moxie who was on the ground from being thrown.

"Don't worry little one, you never stood a chance." Striker said, mocking Moxie. He made his way over to Millie's father and Blitzo, giving you a wink on the way.

"Hey boss man, you wanna help the men skin this thing for dinner?" He smirked at Blitzo.

"Oh I am always down to skin the manly meat with the manly man!"

"That's what she said!" You and Loona said in unison. You looked at each other and laughed. With that, you followed everyone inside to help prepare dinner.

You were excited to watch Moxie and Blitzo compete in the Pain Games, although admittedly, you knew Moxie wasn't going to win. A little support wouldn't hurt though. As you watched the many different challenges, you noticed that Striker and Blitzo were pretty evenly matched, making for a really interesting set of games. You sat next to Millie who was still supportively cheering on Moxie even though she knew just as well as you did that he was going to get his ass handed to him.

"Your mother was telling us all about how you used to compete in these games." You said. Millie sighed.

"Those were the days. But at least I get to cheer on Blitzo and Moxie..." You cringed as you both watched Moxie get basically crushed by a shark.

"I feel really bad for him." You stated, causing Millie to sigh.

"He'll be alright. He just feels the need to show up this 'Striker' fella."

"What do you think of him?" You asked, genuinely curious to know if she trusted him.

"Moxie doesn't really like him at all. Quite frankly, I don't particularly care for the way he treats Moxie either, but other than that he's alright I guess." Maybe Millie was right, you thought. Maybe he was just a bit of an asshole with a God complex, but other than that, nothing to worry about.

When the winners were about to be announced, you were coming back from grabbing some concession snacks when Striker passed by you. You could feel his smirk as well as his yellow eyes on you.

"Did you enjoy the show, little lady?" You hated that he called you that.

"Yeah, you and Blitzo seem pretty well matched." You decided to throw at him to knock his ego down. He chuckled.

"That we are. We'd make a pretty good team." You could hear Stolas grabbing the microphone and getting ready to announce the winners.

"Duty calls. See you later, darlin'." He headed to the ends of the stage while you returned to the bleachers where Moxie was already returned to sitting with Millie. He was glaring at Striker, clearly more upset than before.

"The winners are Striker and my darling blitzy!" Stolas chimed through the mic. Blitzo and Striker walked onto the stage, cheered on by the audience.

"Alright, so he has the 'physical' advantage. I'm better at other things like singing!" Moxie stated. As if Striker had heard him, he grabbed an electric guitar from the stage while Blitzo left the stage to go get some concessions.

"I'd like to take this opportunity to sing a quick song I wrote just now about me winning."

"Ah WHAT THE FUCK?" Moxie exclaimed. You couldn't help but laugh a little. As Striker started singing, you felt almost a bit hypnotized by his voice. You had to admit, he was actually a bit of a decent singer. He had women of all sorts drooling over him in the audience. Blitzo returned to sit next to Moxie eating cheese on a stick.

"Isn't this guy great?" Blitzo beamed while taking a bite of his cheese on a stick.

"False!" Moxie growled.

"It's gonna be great working with him." He was going to be working with IMP? You couldn't believe your ears. On one hand, that meant Blitzo actually having to pay another employee and on another note, Moxie clearly didn't like Striker and neither did Millie or you. So why the hell was Blitzo so blind to it?

"WHAT?" Moxie exclaimed.

"Yeah, I asked him if he wants to join IMP."

"You asked...but-" Moxie shrank in his seat and you couldn't help but feel bad for him.

"Mox, I think you've had enough for now, let's head back to the house and get you clean." Millie gently caressed Moxie's face, trying to cheer him up.

"Moxie go fuck yourself...did you hear something, it was just the wind." Striker finished his song out strong with some finger plucking of the guitar. Moxie was practically in tears as Millie lead him away, trying to distract him from Striker's bullying. You decided to take it upon yourself to talk to Blitzo about his decision.

"Hey Blizto?" He was about done with his snack when he turned his attention to you.

"You have noticed Striker's behavior towards Moxie, right?" He shrugged.

"It's nothing Mox isn't used to. I give him hell all the time, we all do." You sighed.

"You don't think it'll be a problem having Striker join the team? He just seems a bit...off."

"Trust me, I have a good feeling about it, (Y/N). Don't tell me how to run my business." You groaned and decided to follow Moxie and Millie's lead and return to the house.

Millie was helping her family out around the farm so you decided to help as well. You had quite a few conversations with her mom as well as her siblings. You were helping lug some pumpkins around when you and Millie heard a crash coming from the room Striker was staying in. Millie decided to go check on the sound as you continued to help out.

Time went by and you still hadn't heard from either Moxie or Millie. You started to get a bit concerned so you grabbed Blitzo from his trance admiring Striker's horse. As the two of you climbed up the stairs to Striker's room, you felt your heart pounding a little faster with an impending sense of danger. Blitzo opened the door cautiously and made sure his flint lock pistol was loaded and ready. He quickly raised it when he realized Striker was holding an angelic rifle aimed out the window at Stolas.

"Uh, excuse me, the fuck?" Blitzo exclaimed. Striker turned around, knowing he'd been caught.

"Blitzo! I thought you were still at the ceremony?" You couldn't help but chuckle at his piss poor attempt at acting innocent.

"You thought I wanted to stand around with a bunch of hillbillies excited about corn and shit with a thirsty owl on stage?" Striker placed the rifle next to him, leaning it against the wall. It seemed like he was trying to de-escalate the possibility of a fight with Blitzo, knowing damn well that what you said earlier about them being evenly matched was true.

"Huh...now you seem disappointed in me." He stated.

"Yeah, 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."

"Blitzo, come on. You know the two of us are more superior than most of our kind. You were so above sucking on a rich, pompous Goetia only to sneak topside for scraps and work for bitter sinners who could care less who you are. Why struggle to run a business that is rigged against you when you could partner up with me and kill the unkillable, starting with the one that treats you like a plaything." Striker had Blitzo pinned.

"Ooo, that's kinda hot." You couldn't believe his dumbass was falling for it.

"Don't listen to him Blitzo!" Striker didn't even bat an eye at your words. His attention was hypnotically on Blitzo.

"We could be the most dangerous beings in Hell, Blitzo." Striker said with a seductive undertone.

"Wow that was a good fucking pitch."

"Been workshopping it." Striker said, smirking.

"You know what? Fuck it, I'm in." You noticed Moxie entering the room and stayed quiet. Striker thought he had won until he heard the sound of a gun cock and looked behind him at Moxie holding the rifle.

"Took you long enough Mox! You should've seen your dip shit face!" Striker used his tail to hold a knife up to Blitzo.

"Okay, cliche much?" Striker bumped Blitzo's pistol to the side, shooting at Moxie. An epic fight broke out between Blitzo and Striker. Striker threw Blitzo into Moxie, causing him to drop the rifle. He reached for it, but Striker stepped over it.

"You dumb fucks lost the upper hand fast, huh?"

"You seem to have forgotten something fucko!" Blitzo whistled to summon Loona, but she wasn't anywhere nearby so if she was going to come to the rescue, it would take quite a few minutes. Striker smirked, knowing she wasn't going to be there anytime soon.

"It's a damn shame Blitzo. We might have actually made a good team. Oh well."

"In your dreams!" Blitzo kicked Striker, sending him flying backwards as he dropped the rifle. Moxie grabbed it as they continued to fight and Blitzo cornered him.

"I still think it's embarrassing. You're wasting a lot of potential relying on a weak little-" He was cut off by a bullet being shot an inch from his face.

"You gonna finish that fucking sentence, partner?" Moxie mocked, aiming the rifle at Striker.

"Vermin." Striker hissed.

"Who's weak now Bi-" Before Moxie could finish mocking Striker, he got slammed into the wall by Loona opening the door.

"Okay, I'm here." She looked shocked by the scene playing out before her as she realized that you guys had been fighting Striker. In the pause of Loona entering the room, Striker took the opportunity to disarm Blitzo and to your surprise, grabbed you and dragged you with him towards the window.

"(Y/N)!" Blitzo exclaimed.

"Maybe you'll get me next time, Blitzie." Striker mocked before disappearing out the window with you forcefully.