Early the next morning,

Early the next morning, I roll over in bed as Striker tucks my hair behind my ear. As I yawn slightly, "Well, that is fun," I say looking at Striker happily as I stretch slightly, "So I'm assuming we are trying to kill Dad tomorrow." Striker nods, smiling wickedly as I sit up and start to brush my hair. 

"Yeah Liv, we are, it's why I have this, the only thing that can kill." Striker stands up and pulls out a carmine gun, "Demon Royalty.." I say to myself sounding a little nervous as Striker puts the gun down. My heart races as I realize the danger of that gun and the terrifying possibility that it could be used against me. 

"Everything's going to be okay, my dear," Striker reassures me gently, noticing the anxiety on my face. As he puts the gun next to the window, aiming towards the stage, he kisses me on the cheek. I stand up, still shaking a little, as I begin to get ready. It's going to be a long day.

Later at the Harvest Moon festival

 As I  sit on stage next to Dad Wally Wackford, stands on stage with a microphone as he speaks dramatically. "Welcome, I say-a, welcome-a... all to Wrath-a Ring's-a annual-a Harvest-a Moon-a... a-Festival! To kick things up, we have the great prince Stolas-a, here to usher in this here Pain Games!" Dad stands up and takes the microphone from Wally Wackford as he walks to the front of the stage chuckling, "How kind, Wackford. Greetings, tiny... Wrath Ring Imps! I hereby welcome you all to another year of celebrating the spoils of your labor that continue to feed the citizens of Hell!"

A crowd of Imps glare at Dad and Boos are heard as I smile slightly approving the boos. "I'm happy to kick off the start of these games that will challenge the toughest Imps to show their skill in dominance. Good luck to you all! Especially that sexy little one there... Yoo-hoo! Blitzy!" Dad waves at Blitzo as I throw up in my mouth and Blitzo mutters something. 

10 minutes later

A gun goes off as the games begin. Moxxie gets trampled with a yelp as the other imps race down the trail. HA pathetic . Striker climbs up a wooden ramp structure. GO BABE. While Blitzo leaps down ahead of him. Moxxie tries to catch up cut he claws at the structure and falls into a small puddle. He gets chewed up and thrashed by a monstrous black and white shark. 

In the next challenge, Striker grins smugly at Blitzo who has his legs, arms and horns tied behind him. A muscular Imp holds a rope and grins at a scared Moxxie. Striker, Blitzo and Moxxie team up in a tug of war match. Moxxie falls into the water and the shark attacks him again. PATHETIC. The next challenge is a wrestling match in the mud between Blitzo and Striker. A group of imps do a football huddle on top of Moxxie. The shark leaps over the fence and begins to elbow drop Moxxie as he cries, "MOTHERFUC--!!'

Wally Wackford stands back on stage with the microphone, "I say, I say, for the first year ever, we have a tie for winner of the Harvest Moon Pain Games!" I walk up the front as I take the microphone of Wally. I smile into the microphone, "The winners are... Striker," i throw the microphone to Dad as Striker walks onto the stage and does a pose as the crowd cheers" aaaaand my darling Blitzy!" Dad says joyously.

"Just say my name RIGHT! Fuckin' dick." Blitzo says walking onto the stage in frustration, as Millie and Moxxie watch from the wooden bleachers. I watch as Moxxie motions at Striker and says, "Alright. So, he has the "physical advantage". I'm better at other things, like singing!"

Striker smirks and pulls out a guitar, "I'd like to take this opportunity to sing a I wrote just now, about me winnin'." Striker strums the guitar as Moxxie yells, "Oh, WHAT THE FUCK?!"

Striker begins singing, 

"♫ Sweet victory... I smell the smell. ♫"

"♫ From up in stinkin' , to the rugged rocks of Hell, sweet victory ♫"

"♫ With everything I do ♫"

"♫ With every talent, I'm so much more talented than you ♫"

"♫ Everytime I tryyyy, I push it and succeed. ♫"

"♫ Every first attempt of every single deed ♫" 

"♫ Me! I'm totally the best. ♫"

"♫ The super cool me, handsome guy-" he coughs,  "Moxxie, go fuck yourself ♫"

Moxxie tears up and leaves with Millie as Striker finishes his song.

 "♫ Did you hear something? It was just the wind. ♫" The crowd cheers, "Thank you. You're too kind."

3 hours later, 

Moxxie's POV

Inside the cottage, Moxxie glumly walks up some stairs. Moxxie notices light shining through the bottom of a door. "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. "Oh, my crumbles!" He runs his hand along the side of the rifle. "A genuine carmine crafted blessing-tipped rifle! How... How in the fuck did he get one o' these?!"

Olivia's POV

Striker and I lean against the door frame behind him. "Why don't you ask me, little dude?" Striker asks Moxxie as I walk closer to him. "Shit! W-Why do you two have this... mister?! You are aware this kind of weapon can kill--"

"...demon royalty?," I say smirking, "Yes. That." Moxxie says confused. "No shit." I say as Striker flicks his wheat stick, "That's kinda the point."

Authors note,

I hope you liked this chapter, one more chapter left till the end of the harvest moon festival.

If you have any predictions or things you want to happen in between seeing stars let me know as if I don't come up with an Idea there will most likely just be a time skip to when Octavia wants to go see the stars.

I hoped you enjoyed this chapter.