Intro:

Striker, wearing a cocky smile, leaned in the door frame, effectively blocking the door.

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

Striker: "Demon royalty?"

Ben: "Demon royalty, huh"

I slowly glance between the gun
and the window which has a perfect line of sight to the fancy looking demon owl who's getting ready on stage.

Ben: "You're going to shoot that guy? you know that'll kill him, right?"

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

Striker runs his long, sharp claws along the door. He advances menacingly toward us with a sinister grim.

Ben: "In that case"

I stretched my shoulders, cracking a chuckle confusing Striker.

Ben: "Well, Striker, I've always had a knack for putting criminals in their place. Looks like I'm in for some fun beating you down"

I reached for the watch only to be met with the red glow of a time out; I shouldn't have used it so carefreely earlier in the Pain Games. I felt a lump in my throat before slowly glancing at Striker.

Ben *awkward smile*: "Uhh, Time Out?"

Before I could respond, I was met with a punch to the nose. I stumbled back to the ground, clutching my bloody nose before looking up to see Striker strangling Moxxie on the ground with his tail. Moxxie desperately clawed at Striker to let him go but to no avail.

I quickly got to my feet and kicked Striker in the face, making him let go of Moxxie.

Striker: "Ugh, you'll pay for this!"

Striker slid his tail along the ground, tripping me. He reared his hand, and before he could deliver the killing blow, I swiftly rolled out of the way.

I rolled to the side, narrowly avoiding Striker's attack. Swiftly getting back on my feet, I assumed a defensive stance.

Striker lunged at me with a series of rapid strikes, but I managed to block and counter with my own moves. The two of us engaged in a fast-paced hand-to-hand combat fight.

As Striker swung his tail towards me, I ducked and delivered a powerful kick to his chest, creating some distance.

Moxxie, still recovering, watched with wide eyes.

Striker, undeterred, charged at me again, and unfortunately, he was able to land a kick to my jaw.

I stumbled backward feeling like my jaw was about to fall out.

Before I could recover, he lunged at me, grabbing me by the neck and lifting me into the air.

The world blurred as I struggled against his grip, desperately searching for an escape route.

This is the second time I got choked today.

Time Skip:

I woke up again, slowly opening my eyes and seeing Moxxie to my left. We were both hovering a couple of inches off the ground.

Ben: "What's goi-"

Before I could continue, we were thrown down inside a basement. I rolled down, my leg caught inside of a bear trap.

Ben:

I let out an otherworldly yell, feeling the bear trap claw and tear my flesh. Suppressing my tears, I looked with a death glare at Striker as he spoke his villain monologue.

Striker *grin*: "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 clean up"

Striker laughs echoed, as he slowly closing the door to the basement.

Ben *holding tears*: "Striker! I'll chase you to the end of the Earth if I have to! I'll make you pay for what you've done!"

I couldn't suppress the burning rage within me, fueled by the pain in my leg. The only thought echoing in my mind was the desire to slaughter this demon.

As if the Omnitrix sensed my fury, it turned green. perfect.

No One POV:

Back at the festival, Stolas slowly walks onto the stage, grabs the microphone, and brings it to his face, tapping on it before happily declaring.

Stolas: "My dear commoners of the Ring of Wrath, I, Stolas of the Ars Goetia-"

The Grimoire, surrounded by magic, flies to him and starts flipping pages as Stolas gracefully moves his fingers.

Stolas: "Hereby curse this year's harvest with the glow of the true harvest moon!"

The red sky above began to rotate and shift, opening a portal to the human moon where the red moon shone down on the residents of Hell.

Back at the farm house, Striker, with a sinister grin, peered through the window, aiming the rifle at Stolas on the stage. The ominous glow of the moon reflected in his eyes as he prepared to take a shot.

*Click*

Striker worriedly looked behind him to see Blitz holding his gun to his head.

Blitz: "Uh, excuse me *bark* the FUCK?!"

Strike r: "Blitz! I thought you were back at the ceremony"

Blitz *irritated*: "You thought I wanted to stand around with a bunch of hillbillies excited about corn and SHIT with a thirsty owl on stage"

Striker stood up with his hand on the window for support with a crazy grin.

Striker: "You seem disappointed in me"

He then crossed his arms with his back at the window.

Blitz: "Well I'm not a fan of someone I offered a job to, about to off my easiest lanky ticket to earth behind my back"

Striker spit out the wheat from his mouth.

Striker: "Blitz come on"

Striker then slowly moves towards Blitz.

Striker: "You know the two of us are more superior than most of our kind!"

Blitz slowly backs away with Striker circling around him.

Striker: "And you were so above sucking on a disgusting rich pompous goetia only to sneak topside for scraps and work for better sinners who could care less who you are when you could be slaying overlords"

Striker suddenly leap forward cornering Blitz and pinning him to the wall.

Striker: "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 play thing"

Blitz points the gun to Striker chest.

Blitz: "Oo... that's kinda hot"

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

Blitz: "Wow, that was a good fucking pitch!"

Striker *proudly*: "Been workshoppin'..."

Striker lower Blitz gun from his chest.

Blitz: "You know what? Fuck it I'm in"

Striker grin suddenly disappears as he hears the sound of a rifle clicking and raspy breathing behind him.

Blitz: "took you long enough you two"

Striker looks behind him to see Moxxie pointing his rifle at him with a giant blue moth by his side.

Blitz: "Wow you should've seen your DIP SHIT FACE!"

Blitz stops when he notices the dagger in Striker's tail.

Blitz *roll eyes*: "Ok Cliche much"

Striker lifts Blitz's arm, making him shoot at Moxxie. The big moth, or Big Chill, raises his arm, grabbing the bullet mid air just inches from blowing Moxxie's face and causing Striker to flinch in surprise.

Blitz: "Oh you daddy fucker!"

Blitz opens his mouth, revealing his sharp teeth, before biting on Striker's arm as hard as he can.

A fight breaks out between the three, with Striker and Blitz exchanging blows until Striker grabs Blitz's arm and slams him into Moxxie, knocking both of them to the floor.

He grabs his rifle back from Moxxie while smiling.

Striker: "Now back to y-"

Big Chill:

Striker could feel Big Chill's anger radiating out of him, paired with his raspy breathing, sending a chill down his spine.

Striker's grin disappears as he hazily points the rifle at the moth's head.

Striker: "I-I don't care what you turn into, this ought to pierce a hole in that thick skull of yours!"

Before Striker could shoot, Big Chill suddenly turned transparent, the bullet passing through him like he was a ghost, freaking Striker out even more.

Big Chill disappeared into the ground, leaving Striker frantically looking around the room in confusion.

Blitz: "It seem you have forgotten someone honky talk.

Blitz swiftly delivered a powerful kick to Striker's leg making him yelp in pain. Before Striker could recover, Big Chill reappeared, his punch striking Striker in the chest with immense force. The impact sent Striker hurtling into the wall with enough force to crack it.

Blitz *smirk*: "Hey who would've thought, we actually make a great team together"

Striker suddenly jolted back, running with immense speed at Big Chill to deliver a punch to his jaw, but this time, Big Chill grabbed his hand.

Blitz stumbled backward, his eyes widening at how effortlessly Big Chill caught the punch, only taking a split second.

Blitz: "Well, ain't that a twist, guess I'll just enjoy the show then. Get him, Frozen Freak!"

For the first time Big Chill spoke with an eerily voice.

Big Chill: "With Pleasure"

The words echoed through the room, only to be interrupted by the sound of a crack as Big Chill twisted Striker's fist, breaking his wrist.

Moxxie groggily awoke to the sight of Striker clutching his broken and bloodied fist.

Moxxie gazes up confused only to be met with Big Chill green eyes gazing up at him.

Big Chill: "Took you long enough"

Moxxie sheepishly rubs his neck before pointing at Striker who was trying to jump away from the window.

Big Chill unleashed his freezing breath, creating an icy blast that enveloped Striker as he attempted to leap out of the window. Striker's movements slowed and then came to a frozen halt, encased in ice.

Big Chill: "Looks like someone's plans just hit a cold snap"

Big Chill, with a sly grin, remarked

But in a twist turn of event, the frozen Striker tipped over, unexpectedly flipping to the other side, and plummeted out of the window.

Big Chill hurried to the edge and peered down, his eyes scanning the shattered ice pieces on the ground. Striker was nowhere to be seen.

Big Chill *irritated*: "What a sick joke..."

Big Chill, still seething with anger, vented his frustration on the window, chipping away at the wood and leaving visible cracks in its surface.

Time Skip:

Striker, now in a rundown motel, sits on the bed, wrapping his broken hand in bandages before receiving a call. He looks at the caller, takes a deep sigh, and answers.

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

Stella impatiently taps her fingers before hitting the table.

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

Stella yells at the dinner table while looking directly at Stolas, who was sitting in front of her eating.

Striker: "Understood"

Stella hangs up the phone as Striker twirls one of his guns in his hand.

Striker: "I'll get em' next time, especially that human"

He says with a sinister smile as he turns off the light, leaving his glowing yellow eyes to shine in the dark.

Outro: