[Scene opens up to a sunlit exterior of Stolas's mansion. Blitzo is shown lighting a cigarette on Stolas' bed. Stolas sighs in contentment as Blitzo folds his hands behind his head.]

Stolas: I'm sorry for having to move our little rendezvous early. I have an engagement this month on the full moon.

[Stolas is shown wearing a ball gag and harness, his hands tied to the headboard with rope.]

Blitzo: When this happens, it's not really something I fuss about... [uses cigarette to burn rope, freeing Stolas] but do you really need the book for this farm bullshit? I have, like, fifteen new clients waitin' for heads to roll.

Stolas: As shocking as it may seem, Blitzy, my grimoire is actually incredibly important. And it isn't supposed to be lent out to itty-bitty Imps like yourself.

[Stolas pinches Blitzo's cheek before Blitzo shoves him away.]

Stolas: The Harvest Moon is a very special occasion! It's been my annual duty to showcase it in the Ring of Wrath. It's celebrated by a very charming little festival with the locals.

[Blitzo pulls a feather out of his mouth in disgust.]

Blitzo: Wrath, huh? My employees are from there. I've never really been. I hear it's full of inbred chucklefucks.

[Stolas sits up.]

Stolas: Oh! Why don't you all join me at the festival? I can guarantee you all...

[Stolas pulls the covers over his head and his head appears near Blitzo's crotch.]

Stolas: ...special access~ [chuckles]

Blitzo: Look, I told you, we're not bodyguards. Okay? That was a one-time thing we did badly.

[Stolas stands up with the covers on his head. He does a playful owl head tilt.]

Stolas: I'm simply offering a work-free day of fun! I feel quite safe at the Harvest Festival. It's the same every year.

Blitzo: Well if you promise this isn't some fuck fest invite, it does sound like it could be a blast and a half. Plus, it's not like we can do jack shit without your book anyway.

Stolas: [in a baby-talk voice] Aww, I'm sowwy your clients will have to wait...

Blitzo: [waves a dismissive hand] Oh, fuck my clients!

Stolas: I'll see if Octavia wants to come along.

(Meanwhile in Octavia's room her and Y/N were...you know what, I don't need to explain! You know what's happening! USE YOUR IMAGINATION!)

(*THUD!THUD!THUD!THUD!THUD!THUD!THUD!")

Octavia Muffled: "OH GOD~! MORE~! MORE~! AH~! HARDER~! AH~YES~! MAKE ME YOURS AND BREAK ME Y/N~!" And yes I would like to go! OH FUCK ME Y/N~!

(Blitzo and Stolas just laid in the bed in silence as the couple kept going.)

[Moxxie and Millie's apartment is revealed under a Robo Fizz sign. Moxxie and Millie sleep in their bed. Moxxie's phone lights up and a Phantom of the Opera organ ringtone sounds. Moxxie taps the phone and rolls over. The phone sounds again. In annoyance, Moxxie grabs the phone and sits up.]

Moxxie: What do you want, sir?

Blitzo: Hey, hope I didn't wake ya, Mox! How would you and Mils like to visit the Wrath Ring for some harvest bullshit this year?

[Millie sits up in excitement.]

Millie: The Harvest Moon Festival?! Yee-fuckin'-haw!

Moxxie: [sighs] Well, Millie likes the idea. Wait... Where are you calling from?

Mason: (Muffled) Uncle Blitzo! Get the hell out of my room!

Moxxie: Mm-hm... Of course.

[Scene shifts to the Rough N' Tumbleweed Ranch. The I.M.P. van pulls up in front of two Imps.]

Millie: Mama! Daddy!

[Millie gets out of the van and happily runs toward her parents. Her father hugs her and spins her around before placing her down.]

Millie: Mama! Daddy!

[Millie gets out of the van and happily runs toward her parents. Her father hugs her and spins her around before placing her down.]

Joe: Yeeeee-hawwww! How's my deadly little pumpkin spice doing?

[Joe ruffles Millie's hair affectionately.]

Millie: I'm good, Pa! Thanks for lettin' us stay here for the harvest jamboree.

Lin: It's no trouble. We know you aren't making as much anymore since y'all went "freelance".

Millie: Freelance pays fine, Ma! We're doin' fiiiiine! [serious] It's fine.

Mason Hey, grandma and grandpa. (Walks over and hugs them)

Lin: Oh, Mason look at you. Your growing up so fast. (Ruffling Mason's hair)

Joe: He sure is, gotta work on those arm muscles kid. (Punching Mason's arm)

Mason: (WInces as Anna walks up beside with them.)

Joe: Who's the human?

Mason: Oh, this is Anna my-

Millie: (Teasingly) Girl-friend~

[Mason and Anna blush as Millie walks over to Moxxie, who is struggling to carry luggage.]

Millie: Anyway, y'all remember my husband Moxxie?

[Millie shoves a nervous Moxxie in front of her parents. They stare at him in disapproval.]

Joe: Hmph.

Moxxie: Greetings, Lin! Joe! How have you been, uh, with all the... flaming twisters and stuff around here? [nervously holds out his hand]

Joe: We lost our old farm hand to one of them terrors last week.

Moxxie: (laughs nervously) Oh, crumbs. My bad! I am so sorry. I- I didn't mean to open that wound... sir.

Blitzo: Hey, watch it! I'm the "sir" here, bucko!

Millie: Oh yeah! Y'all haven't met my boss Blitzo! And his hellhound/Y/N's girl friend

Loona: I'm not just his hellhound.

Blitzo: Yeah, she's my daughter! [pulls Loona to his side]

Loona: Only on paper.

[Blitzo walks away to greet Millie's parents.]

Loona: [pulls out smartphone and begins typing] Y'all don't deserve to know my name.

[Blitzo walks over to Millie's parents.]

Blitzo: It's a pleasure to finally meet the sperm and egg factory [shoves Moxxie away] that popped out this little gem of an assassin. You two raised a [playfully elbows Millie] sturdy bitch!

Joe: (chuckles) That we did! So... Blitzo, is it? Heh heh. That's a fine name.

[Blitzo and Joe shake hands]

Lin: It reminds me of war.

Joe: [sighs happily] Nothing like a little war to make a strong man! [flexes bicep]

Blitzo: I like you people.

Moxxie: Y'know... more battles were won by technological advances in warfare. I've researched the history of weaponry extensively, and it's inspiring how... for example, the progression of guns utilizing angelic technology has changed the landscape of Hell's combative...

[Millie makes a "cut it out" motion with her hands. Joe crosses his arms.]

Moxxie: I mean... [deep, awkward voice] War fun!

Joe: Guns get the job done... but a man ain't nothin' if he can't tear the head off a hellish beast with only his bare... hands!

Blitzo: HAAAA! He's right, Moxxie! [speaks baby talk] You got cute wittle baby hands like your baby dick!

[Blitzo grabs Moxxie's hand and reaches toward his crotch. Moxxie slaps his arm away.]

Moxxie: Refrain... sir.

https://youtu.be/PzHtekPRArk

Joe: Well look who likes to make an entrance.

[Y/N comes running out of his car and gives his grandparents a hug.]

Y/N: Maw, Paw I've missed you guys so much.

Joe: It's so good to see you pup.

Lin: Look how big you've gotten Y/N (See's Octavia) and who is the lovely lady you have here.

Y/N: This is one of my girl friends Octavia. I'm sure you've already me Loona.

Lin: Well it looks like you've got yourself in a busy thing in bed don't you, hopefully I get to be a great-grandmother.

Octavia/Loona: (blushing)

Y/N: Maw please, I'm really gonna start begging you to stop.

Lin: Aw, you don't have anything to be embarrassed there sweetie. It's perfectly normal for a person like you to have a big amount of sexual activity.

Y/N: Well ignoring that, why don't I take our stuff inside?

Joe: Well before that I think, y'all should meet our newest help. Hey, Striker!

[Black flaming hooves clop rapidly on the ground. An Imp's spiky tail whips a 'lack horse's flank. An Imp wearing a cowboy hat rides a black hell horse with a fiery mane. The horse leaps over a fence. The horse rears up and roars in front of the group. Striker tips his hat in greeting, a stalk in his mouth.]

Striker: Well, howdy! Oh, lookie here! You must be the famous Mildred!

[Striker gets off the horse and walks toward Millie.]

Striker: Heard some good things about you from your folks, little lady. [winks]

Millie: Ohhh! [laughs sheepishly]

Y/N: (Growls)

[Striker shakes Millie's hand.]

Striker: And you must be the famous grandson Y/N. I've heard a lot about you boy.

Y/N: I'm sure they're all good things.

Striker: You got that right. Heard you like to wrestled some hell hogs with just your teeth and claws and once that you even wrestled a bear!

Y/N: Hey, I like a challenge.

Striker: What're y'all doin' so far away from Imp City? Heh. The free workin' finally slowin' down?

Millie: Oh no! Freelance isn't free! It's a--... Never mind. We're just visitin' for the festival. The prince is our boss' [in a dramatic voice] boyyyyfrieeeend!

Blitzo: Millie, I am not above hitting a female in front of her daddy.

Striker: Boss, huh...? Ohhh, so YOU'RE the bold imp to start his own killing biz?

Blitzo: Yeah, well if you're good at somethin', you should probably capitalize.

Striker: Not many Imps start businesses on their own. That's pretty impressive, sir.

Blitzo: Oh...! Yeah? It is-- I- I- I guess- I guess it is, isn't it?

Striker: So you even conned that ditzy blueblood into gettin' you to the surface?

[Striker and Blitzo shake hands.]

Blitzo: Well, it's long and complicated, but the short answer is yes. But he's not like, you know-- W- We're y- We're not, like... We're not doing it... We w- What's betw- It's a transactional fucking, you see.

[Blitzo makes a sexual motion with his hands.]

(Striker than noticed Mason.)

Striker: Oh, who's this kid?

Millie: This is my son Mason. Go, say hi.

Mason: (Walks up to Striker and shakes his hand) What's up Bro.

Striker: Wow, you got quite a trip on you. Speaking of sons, you all should meet my little boy. Hey, Slayer come here!!

(A Demon child walks over while holding up a giant axe.)

Slayer: Hello, everyone. Call me a Slayer.

Millie: Awww, he's so cute!

Blitzo: I can't believe he's holding up that giant axe.

(Slayer looks at everyone, but when he stops on Anna he smiles. He walks over to her and takes her hand which makes her blush. Mason looks in shock.)

Slayer: And who might you be? (Hand kiss)

Anna: (Blushing madly) I-I'm Anna.

Mason: (Growling) 

Joe: Y'know... you boys should enter the Pain Games!

Y/N: Count me in.

Octavia: Well, I hope you don't get hurt.

Y/N: I'll be fine, trust me.

[Blitzo scuttles sideways over to Joe.]

Blitzo: I heard games! What games? I'm in!

Lin: Every harvest festival, there's a competition to be the roughest, toughest bastard in Wrath!

[Millie crosses her arms and pouts.]

Millie: Yeah! Wish I could play!

Lin: Millie, you know you get too carried away. The last competition ended in fifteen separate funerals.

Millie: I'm aware, but I only caused nine of them! How come still Sallie May gets to compete?

Lin: Your sister doesn't have a neighborhood head count.

Millie: She so does!

[Sallie May carries a sack and a small imp drags an Imp body in the background.]

Sallie May: [sing-song voice] It doesn't count if they don't find the bodyyyyyy!

[Millie seethes.]

Lin: Still, you get to root for her, your brothers, your son, and now you can cheer on your boss!

[Moxxie puts a hand on Lin's shoulder.]

Moxxie: Y'know, she can also cheer for me.

Joe: [wheeze-laughs and slaps his leg] ...Wait, you?

Moxxie: Yeah! I can compete, can't I?

[Lin elbows him hard in the side. Moxxie tears up in pain.]

Joe: Sorry, boy, but I don't think sensitive, thespian types would last very long in the games.

Moxxie: I was born here, too! [drawls] I have some fight in me!

Mason: Yeah, and I have fight in me as well. I want to compete in the games.

[Striker puts a hand on Moxxie's shoulder while Slayers puts one on Mason's.]

Striker: Huh. Well then, little fellas... Why don'tcha help me and slayer wrangle two o' them hogs for dinner?

[Striker mentions to a large sleeping hell hogs in a pigpen.]

Moxxie: Simple. Watch me!

[Slayer grins and hands Moxxie and Mason a dagger and rope.]

Slayer: Nah... with these. Bullets can't pierce the shell. You gotta get the knife underneath and pry yourself an openin'.

[Moxxie and Mason gulps.]

Moxxie: Oh! Right, right. I knew that.

[Blitzo leans in toward Moxxie and Mason and grabs their shoulders. Moxxie's eyes twitch.]

Blitzo: Now, just remember, your rep with the in-laws is on the line here! So, no pressure at all, you totally will not make an ass of yourself in front of everyone important in your life. While Mason this your only chance to prove that you're not the useless grand-child Go get 'em, tigers.

[Blitzo shoves Moxxie and Mason forward.]

Moxxie: Ohhh.

Mason: Dang it.

Millie: Mox, Mason you don't need to do this!

Blitzo: Oh, they totally do. KICK ITS ASS, MOXXIE! YEAAAAAAAAAAAH!!

Y/N: You got this guys!

Octavia: Do you really believe that?

Y/N: Well they probably don't, but there's nothing wrong with giving them a little hope.

[Blitzo cheers as Moxxie and Mason enters the pen. They nervously walk forward, knife in hand. Moxxie leaps forward and wraps the rope around the hog's neck while Mason swing around on the neck with and than lands on the other one's neck. They move the knife down and it strikes harmlessly against the hog's hides. The hogs roars and runs around, trying to buck Moxxie and Mason off.]

Blitzo: FUCK yeah, Moxxie! Ride it, Mason! Make it that bitch you won't call back in the morning!

[Loona grins and records a video on her phone.]

Loona: This is fucking beautiful.

Blitzo: Doin' great, Moxxie! You too Maoson! [whispers to Loona] Send me that video later.

[Millie, Y/N, and Anna watches in concern as the father and son yelps and looks up. Striker leaps and pushes Mason out of the way. Striker twirls the dagger in his hand and lifts it in the air with a smug grin. He brings down the knife and slaughters the hog. Mason is thrown off as as he's about to get kicked by the hog Slayer jumps in, tackles it, and snaps it neck.]

[Moxxie rubs his neck while Mason looks down somberly.]

Moxxie: Ow... My clavicle!

[Striker stands over Moxxie, his spade tail rattling like a snake.]

Striker: Don't worry, little one... You never stood a chance.

[Slayer looks down at Mason with a smirk.]

Slayer: (Scoffs) Weakling.

[Striker and Slayer walk away with the dead hogs over their shoulders. Moxxie and Mason growls at them.]

Striker: Hey, boss man! You wanna help the men skin this thing for dinner?

Blitzo: Oh, I am always down to skin the manly meat with the manly men!

Loona: That's what she said!

Y/N: (Snickers)

Blitzo: What "who said"? Wait, what bitch is talking shit about me?!

Anna: That was amazing Slayer!

Slayer: (Chuckles) Well, I try.

[Everyone but Millie, Moxxie, and Mason leave for the house with the demon hogs. Moxxie sighs sadly with his arm in a cast while Mason has bandages on his head. Millie comforts them.]

Millie: Don't let 'em get to you. And hey, you don't need my parents to respect you. They will eventually. Ans Mason your grand parents think you're tough.

Sallie May: No, they won't and no they don't

[Millie glares at her]

Sallie May: What? I'm right, ain't I?

Moxxie: [drawl] Oh, I'mma enter in those games.

Mason: So, am I. I'm not useless!!

[Millie sighs sadly.]

Sallie May: Hmm, how pissed would you be if I bet on them dyin'?

[Millie glares at her again.]

[Scene cuts to the Harvest Festival. Wally Wackford stands on stage with a microphone and speaks dramatically.]

Wally Wackford: 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!

[Stolas takes the microphone from Wally Wackford.]

Stolas: [chuckles] 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 him and boos are heard.]

Stolas: 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!

[Stolas waves at him while Blitzo glares.]

Blitzo: Ugh. Fuck me.

Octavia: Be careful Y/N!

[A gun goes off and the games begin. Moxxie and Mason gets trampled with a yelp as the other imps race down the trail. Striker and Slayer climb up a wooden ramp structure while Blitzo an Y/N leap down ahead of them. Moxxie and Mason try to catch up. They claw at the structure and falls into a small puddle. Moxxie gets chewed up and thrashed by a monstrous black and white shark while Mason is electrocuted by an eel . In the next shot, 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, Mason, Y/N, and Moxxie team up in a tug of war match. Moxxie and Mason fall into the water and the shark and eel attack them again. The scene cuts to a wrestling match in the mud between Blitzo and Striker. Y/N is facing an Imp and winning with a headlock. A group of imps do a football huddle on top of Moxxie while Mason is flipped over elbowed to the ground by Slayer. The shark and eel leaps over the fence and begins to elbow drop Moxxie and Mason.]

Moxxie/Mason: MOTHER FUC--!!/DAMN I_!!

[Cuts back to stage.]

Wally Wackford: I say, I say, for the first year ever, we have a tie for winner of the Harvest Moon Pain Games!

[Stolas takes the microphone from Wally Wackford.]

Stolas: The winners are...Striker, my darling Blitzy, Slayer, and my daughter's boyfriend Y/N!

[Stolas walks onto the stage and does a pose as the crowd cheers.]

Blitzo: Just say my name RIGHT! Fuckin' dick!

[Blitzo walks onto the stage in frustration. Moxxie, Mason Millie watch from the wooden bleachers.]

Moxxie: [referring to Striker] Alright, so he has the "physical advantage." I'm better at other things, like singing!

Mason: Yeah, and I'm good at back up singing.

Striker: [pulls out a guitar] We would like to take this opportunity to sing a quick song  I wrote just now, about us winnin'.

[Striker strums the guitar he pulled out.]

Moxxie: Oh, WHAT THE FUCK?!

Mason: ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!

[Striker kicks a squealing fangirl Imp in the face, sending her back to a group of Imps. The group then maul her.]

Striker/Slayer: ♫ From up in stinkin' heaven , to the rugged rocks of Hell, sweet victory ♫

♫ With everything we do ♫

♫ With every talent, we're so much more talented than you ♫

[Blitzo arrives with a slice of cheese on a stick and sits next to Moxxie and Millie in the bleachers. He eats the cheese.]

Blitzo: [mouth full] Aren't these guys great?

Striker/Slayer (off-screen): ♫ Everytime I tryyyy, I push it and succeed. ♫

Moxxie: False!

Blitzo: It's gonna be nice workin' with him.

[Blitzo pours hot sauce on his cheese and takes another bite.]

Mason: Working with him...? WHAT?!

Striker (off-screen): ♫ Every first attempt of every single deed ♫

Blitzo: Yeaaaah! I asked them if they want to join I.M.P.

[Moxxie looks visibly hurt as Blitzo looks at him in confusion.]

Striker (off-screen): ♫ Me! I'm totally the best. ♫

Millie: Mox, Mason I think you've had enough for now. Let's head back to the house and get you both clean.

Striker/Slayer: ♫ The super cool me, handsome guy- [cough] Moxxie/Mason, go fuck yourself ♫

[Moxxie and Mason tears up and leaves with Millie as Striker finishes his song and Anna looks at Mason with concern.]

Striker: ♫ Did you hear something? It was just the wind. ♫

[The crowd cheers.]

Striker: Thank you. You're too kind.

[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 and Y/N load up jack-o-lanterns into a truck. Millie waves at them and runs off. Inside the cottage, Moxxie and Mason glumly walks up some stairs. Moxxie and Mason notices light shining through the bottom of a door.]

Moxxie: Well, that's troubling.

Mason: You're telling me.

[Moxxie opens the door and peers around. They notice the light coming from a box. The two walk over and see a rifle and pistol with glowing designs in an open gun case.]

Moxxie: Oh my crumbs!

[He runs his hand along the side of the rifle.]

Moxxie: A genuine carmine crafted blessing-tipped rifle and pistol! 

Mason: How... How in the fuck did they get two o' these?!

[Striker and Slayer leans against the door frames behind them.]

Striker: Why don't you ask us, little dudes?

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

Slayer: ...demon royalty?

Mason: 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 while Slayer does the same with Mason.]

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 grabbed Moxxie by the throat] -DATED!

Mason: DA- (Slayer picks him up by the collar.)

[Striker wraps his tail around Moxxie's neck. He tosses Moxxie hard against the wall while Slayer throws Mason against the opposite one.]

[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 while Mason grabs a leg of a chair and hits Slayer with it. Millie and Anna hear the crashes from outside. Moxxie and Mason stand up and race toward the door. Moxie pulls the door open but Striker roughly pulls him back by his tail. while Slayer grabs Mason by the hair and pulls back. Striker covers Moxxie's mouth and begins to strangle him while Mason is in a headlock by Slayer and starting to lose consciousness. Striker chuckles evilly as both begin to lose consciousness.]

Striker: Pathetic.

[Millie appears behind Striker and stabs him in the back with a knife while Anna tackles Slayer and punches him rapidly. Moxxie and Mason collapse 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. Striker slams Millie off against the wall, breaking her arm. A bleeding Millie collapses next to Moxxie. Slayer grabs Anna her throat and kicks her against the wall where she falls next to Mason. Moxxie reaches his hand towards Millie with Mason doing the same with Anna.]

Moxxie/Mason: [weakly] Millie.../Anna...

[Striker grabs both of them by their hair and tosses them into a cellar with Slayer doing the same with Mason and Anna. 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.]

Mason: Damn it!! I hate those guys.

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!

Anna: You guys have to stop them. 

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

Mason: We can't be the bad asses strong guys you want us to be.

Anna: Hey, the two imps we love may not be strong guys, but they're are bad-asses.

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

Mason: (Realizing) What we're good at.....(Gasp!) Dad, the gun!

Moxxie: Right! [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!

Anna: Now, go kick some ass.

[Mason and Moxxie smile and head off to stop Striker and Slayer]

[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. Blitzo aims his flintlock pistol at him.]

Striker: (Into his ear) Go with Plan B. (Turns around) Bliiiitzo! I thought you were still at the ceremony!

Blitzo: 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.

Blitzo: 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: Blitz, 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 Blitzo. Blitzo'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 Blitzo 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.

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

Striker: Been workshoppin' it.

[Striker moves Blitzo's gun away.]

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

[Striker grins, but hears another click.]

Striker: Huh?

[Moxxie appears behind him with Striker's rifle.]

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

[Blitzo looks down to see Striker holding the knife in his other hand from behind.]

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

[Striker points Blitzo's pistol at Moxxie. Moxxie blocks the bullet with the rifle side.]

Blitzo: Oh, you daddy fucker!

[Blitzo bites at Striker's arm.]

Striker: AAAAGH!!

[The fight begins as Blitzo elbows Striker in the face. They exchange blows, and Striker slams Blitzo 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?

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

[Blitzo whistles several times for Loona. Outside, Loona taps on her phone and ignores him.]

Moxxie: Let me try it sir.

[Moxxie whistles and Y/N's ears stand up.]

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

Blitzo: In your wet dreams, you honky-tonk goat!

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

[Striker hears a growl but can find where it's coming from.]

Striker: Where the fuck is that coming from?

Y/N: (From the window) Right here jackass.

[Y/N attacks Striker. While the fight happen Moxxie makes his way to the gun.]

Striker: (Groaning) Why defend a god damn royal?

Y/N: (Groans) That royal just so happens to be my girlfriends dad, and I think that he's pretty cool.

[They continue fight where Striker grabs a knife and stabs Y/N on the right leg making him wince in pain. Y/N claws him and bites his tail, then Y/N has Striker pinned down. Blitzo and Moxxie approach him with pointing the guns at Stryker.]

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

[Moxxie gets slammed against the wall as Loona opens the door and enters the room.]

Loona: 'Kay, I'm here.

[Striker narrows his eyes and uses the distraction to kick Y/N off of him. Slayer arrives at the window with bruise on him.] 

Slayer: (Has Bruises) Dad, we gotta go

[Striker heads toward the open window.]

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

[Striker and Slayer escape through the window. Blitzo points his pistol outside, looking at the celebration in worry.]

Mason: (Running in) Hey, are you guys okay?

Y/N: Yeah, we're fine,  but who gave Slayer those scars?

Mason: (Smiling)

(Flashback.... Slayer is behind the curtain with royal killing pistol for backup.)

Striker: (In his ear) Go for plan B

Slayer: Got it. (Points the gun at Stolas and is about to fire, but Mason tackles him.)

Mason: I don't think so asshole!

Slayer: (Smirks) Well, look who's still trying. (Kicks him off) 

(Mason gains his bearings and tries to attack Slayer again, but the latter is prepared for that.)

Slayer: (looking down on Mason who is holding his gut in pain.) Look at that, you're still a weakling. Now, if you'll excuse me I have a royal to kill, maybe after I can have some fun with that girl Anna. (Starts walking back to the front of the stage to kill Stolas)

Mason:

(Slayer is still walks back to Stolas, but soon hears Mason getting up with an angry expression. Slayer smirks, picks a piece of broken wood, and rushes back to whack Mason.)

(Slayer comes as him full speed, but Mason lifts his leg up and-)

Mason: (Standing over Slayer) Who's weak now bitch?

Slayer: Let's settle that some other time. (Throws blood in his eyes and runs off)

Mason: Gah! Gross! (Wipes the blood off and looks for Slayer and see's him heading for the house.)

(Flashback Over)

Y/N: (Pats Mason's head) Not bad brother.

Mason: (Smiling)

[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. Y/N stands next to Loona and Octavia while Mason is bandaging up Anna.]

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!

Blitzo: 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?

Anna: (Head bandaged and standing up.) Thanks for kicking that guys ass for me.

Mason: Well, he was going to hurt you if I didn't do anything. And (Blushes) I don't like to see you hurt.

Anna: (Blushes with a smile) 

(Mason is Donald and Daisy is Anna)

[Y/N is chuckling while recording with MIllie and Moxxie are cheering. 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 while Slayer is sharpening a butterfly knife with a dagger.]

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

[Drums her fingers on the table.]

Stella: It better not! I want this cheating prick dead! I don't care who you guys 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", . Stolas pauses from eating to look at his wife in concern.]

Striker/Slayer: Understood.

[Stella hangs up the phone. Striker twirls the gun in his hand. While Slayer spins his butterfly knife.]

Striker: We'll get him next time.

Slayer: Your god damn right we will.

[Striker and Slayer chuckles evilly as the former turns off the light. Their yellow eyes glow in the darkness to rattlesnake hisses.]

Hope you enjoyed the chapter!!!