Here's the next chapter, enjoy!

Stolas stands in the center of the stage. Stolas magically flips through the grimoire to find the spell he needed.

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.

Blitzo: Uh, excuse me? The FUCK?!

Striker turns around.

Striker: 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: Blitzo, come on. You know, the two of us are superior to 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, instead following after Linc.

Blitzo: Ugh, fuckin' damn it, Loona.

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

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

*****

Linc walked up to the door to the basement, the shadows around him were acting chaotic, matching his current state of mind. Linc saw that the door had been shot off from the inside.

Loona: Hey, Linc! Why'd you walk off? (sees the door) Who shot the basement door- (smells the blood in the air) Is that... (looks at Linc) Linc...?

Linc without so much as a word, grabbed the door and tore the doors off, ripping the hinges like paper and tossing it away, he landed next to one of Millie's brothers almost hitting them but landing on the ground like a blade. He stepped downstairs with Loona following him. At this point, the shadows were going wild, some even coming off the ground and rising into the air.

Linc and Loona went into the basement and saw Millie, her leg still stuck in the bear trap and blood seeping out, she was surprised to see them.

Millie: Oh, (To Linc) Hey, sweety.

Linc: MOM?! (Dashes to Millie) What happened to you?!

Millie: Your Dad was in trouble and I went to help and turns out Striker was going to kill Stolas and we fought him-

Millie kept talking but Linc heard nothing else, he was angry, Striker, he did this. Linc was like a statue, so Loona took charge and helped Millie open the trap. The shadows began knocking things over, several shadows grabbed the bear trap and started tearing into it like it was tinfoil.

Loona: (Confused) What the fuck?! Linc, are seeing this? (She looks at Linc) Um, Linc? Are you doing this-

Loona was cut off as Linc vanished in thin air, it was like they teleported but really they just moved. The two were left speechless.

Loona: What the fuck?! How did he do that?

Millie: I-I don't know... I have never seen him like that before... Linc?

Noir and Void then found their way into the basement.

Noir: I am telling you I heard something down here, maybe Millie kept Rozlie alive to make her suffer a little long- (sees Millie and Loona) Oh, hey it's you two.

Loona: Where have you two been?!

Void made a mumbling sound to answer.

Noir: He said "Getting real Bitches"... We have been trying to kill Striker, also what was that unholy next to Satan himself aura that we felt... was that Linc?

Millie: Yeah? How'd you know?

Void laughs.

Noir: "Hahaha! I guess plan B started itself, a sleeping beast in the darkness awakens."

Loona: ... What the fuck does that mean?!

Noir: One of two things will happen, one, Striker dies in the most painful way possible.

Millie: Or...?

Noir: Or two, we're all fucked... Well, you'll all of you will be, me and Void will be alright.

Void made several noises at once.

Noir: Ah, yes. And a new Grimoire will be joining us.

Loona: It isn't a sarcastic or sadistic jackass like the both of you, right?

Void made a noise similar to a child blowing a raspberry.

*****

Blitzo swings his foot under Striker and trips him. Blitzo kicks Striker away, causing him to drop his rifle, which Moxxie grabs. Blitzo races toward Striker and knock his head with a lamp. He lands punches in 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.

Moxxie: Who's weak now, BITCH?!

A creaking sound could be heard from the wall next to Striker, he ignored it as Moxxie was aiming a gun at him, he was pinned and couldn't do anything to get out of this, both Moxxie and Blitzo had no problem killing him. The creaking sound then got intense before something happened.

Linc: (From behind the wall) STRIKER!

Linc's arm burst through the wall and grabbed Striker by his neck and dragged him out. Striker saw Linc and looked into his eyes, when he first saw this hound he saw someone who looked like a pushover, here and now, it was like looking into a savage beast, a killer.

Blitzo: Moxx, what's wrong with your kid?

Moxxie: I... don't know... I've never seen him like this!

Striker pulled out a knife and stabbed Linc in the arm, but they didn't even flinch, or even react as if he did nothing. Striker tried again and again stabbing Linc in the arm over a dozen times. Striker pulled out a revolver and just shot him in the chest three times but the moment he was shot he saw the wounds heal. Moreover, there was no blood, just a black ooze that flowed out before going back in and healing the wound.

Striker: H-How the fuck?!

Linc, having enough of this bullshit from this guy, raises the imp assassin over his head and throws him through the floorboards sending him to the first floor and jumping after him. He saw Striker by a window, their eyes locked on each other, Striker can see the bloodlust and hate in Linc's eyes, while Linc could see the fear of God himself in the eyes of Striker.

Striker: Oh fuck this! (Jumps out of the window) Need to get to my horse!

Striker runs away, running to the barn, most likely where his horse was with Linc jumping out of the window but didn't take chase yet.

Linc: UMBRA!!!

Striker stopped dead in his tracks when the shadows of the blades of grass leap up and attacked him, lunging at him like spears from the ground. Looking back, Linc was covered in a shadowy aura as something took form.

Behind him the wall of the house was covered in shadow almost like it was painted, like Vail it was wrapping itself away from the wall to show what was in the darkness like it was a prize they'd won from a game show, it looked to be a rectangle, made of nothing but the shadows itself with white highlights around it to separate it from the rest. All the shadows that were behind Linc fused into that one shape, like a black hole, the white turned to gold and surrounded the shape, it wasn't a shape, it was a book, a Grimoire.

It then made a popping sound as it showed off its full form.

Grimoire: Sup, I'm Umbra.

Umbra looked up at Linc.

Umbra: So you're my new wielder? Who's the unlucky target?

Linc: Him. (Points at Striker)

Umbra faced Striker but through his "eyes". He was seeing Striker because he was standing in the shadows.

Umbra: I see you. ⌇⊑⏃⎅⍜⍙⌇ ⍜⏚⟒⊬ ⋔⊬ ☊⍜⋔⋔⏃⋏⎅! ⏃⏁⏁⏃☊☍ ⌇⏁⍀⟟☍⟒⍀!

Striker went on the defensive as the shadows started to merge into humanoid creatures made from shadows.

Umbra: Go get 'em.

Striker: Okay, I just want to call out and say this... YOUR POWERS ARE BULLSHIT!

Umbra: That's the fun part. For us at least.

Striker starts firing at the creatures but the bullets just go through the damned thing with no sign of damage.

Umbra: Nice effort, but you can't touch the darkness. The darkness, however, can touch you.

Striker tries to block a punch from a shadow creature, but it blasted through his defense like a freight train. The blow sent him skidding across the mud. Despite being made of shadows these things were heavy and swift.

Striker: Damn, you hit hard...

Umbra: Yeah, but he hits harder.

Striker was confused by Umbra's statement but soon felt the urge to dodge. Striker roll out of the way when Linc came roaring down at a battle axe in hand. And it was no ordinary battle axe.

Linc was holding a gigantic ornamental battle axe with a blade shaped like a crescent moon, similar to that of a Monk's spade. The axe also features two golden protrusions, one larger than the other, with the white tips of a spear, the longer one is in the middle at the top of the axe and the smaller one is on the opposite of the blade of the axe. The handle is dark blue and it features a golden semicircular guard with four golden spikes on it.

Striker: That's a holy weapon. The Holy Axe of Diligence. Way different from a weapon that was blessed not even the strongest of demons can touch those... What the fuck are you?

Linc reached inside Noir and pulls out the Holy Sword of Humility and charges at Striker without a word.

Noir: Sorry, Linc isn't really in the mood to talk right now.

The enraged hound swung his sword and axe with the skill of a master. Striker when from defensive to evasive, doing the best he could to avoid being hit or even nicked by the holy weapons in front of him. Each little cut, no deeper than a paper cut, felt like acid to Striker's skin.

Striker: (thinking) Have to get away from this hound! Question the holy weapons later! Wait, holy... Light... Flash!

Striker then reached into his back pocket and pulled out two flashbang grenades, pulling the pins, Striker tossed the grenades into the air and looked down at the ground.

{insert flashbang sfx}

Linc: RRRRAAAAHHHH!!! MY RAGE HAS BLINDED ME!!!

Linc covered his eyes but the shadow creature was destroyed by the flash of light.

Umbra: Clever bastard.

When the flash died down, Striker was already galloping away on his horse riding as fast as they could go, by the time Linc's vision was back to how it was he saw that Striker was gone, his anger was beyond now.

Linc: AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! STRIKER!!! YOU CAN'T ESCAPE ME!!! I'LL CHASE YOU TO THE ENDS OF HELL!!!

Noir: Linc, he is already long gone. Put away the murderous rage boner.

Blitzo and Moxxie had finally made it to the outside to join the fight without realizing it was already over.

Blitzo: Alright, let's lick some ass and- (Sees Striker is missing) Oh, he got away... Dammit kid, you couldn't have left some ass-whooping for us!

Linc turns to see them both, his vision was just nothing but red with rage. He saw Blitzo, the Imp who just won't stop finding a way to piss him off so much today. The same snapping sound could be heard again, and they turned to look right at them, looking into Blitzo's eyes.

Blitzo: Um, kid, is everything alright? You look like you're still mad, if you want we can let you be by yourself for a while as we talk to Millie's parents about the damages and- (Notices that Linc is slowly walking towards them) Okay that isn't good.

Linc's pace then started to speed up as they started to dash towards Blitzo, Moxxie yelled something but Linc didn't hear it, neither did he hear anything from anyone.

His hate, his anger, his wrath, he wanted it all out and he knew who to let it out on. Linc wanted this, he wanted to just hit Blitzo as hard as he could, maybe even kill him. In just a second, Linc moved as fast as he could, he didn't even notice that Loona arrived with Millie who she carried on her back. He then heard everyone.

Blitzo: Whoa kid calm down!

Moxxie: LINC STOP!

Millie: WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!

Lonna: D- I MEAN BLITZO, NO!

Void made a mumbling sound.

Noir: Void said he calls dibs on Blitzo's office!

Umbra: Is this normal?

Linc was stopped however by a magical aura that surround them, they stopped moving and turned their eyes to see Stolas using his magic.

Stolas: Oh my, such anger, good thing I stopped you from hurting my little Blitzy. (Sees Linc was struggling to move) Hmm, it seems he is stronger than I thought... three grimoires now? Better put him to bed. (Looks into Linc's eyes) ⌇⌰⟒⟒⌿ ⋏⍜⍙ ☊⊑⟟⌰⎅ ⏃⋏⎅ ⎎⍀⟟⟒⋏⎅, ⏃⋏⎅ ⌰⟒⏁ ⊬⍜⎍⍀ ⏃⋏☌⟒⍀ ⟒⋏⎅.

Linc then fell onto his knees before landing on his face as they now rested on the ground. His ass sticking up into the air, Loona took a picture as it was a very nice ass.

Millie: LINC! (She hops over to Linc to take a closer look at him) Oh, my poor baby! (To Stolas) What in tarnation did you do to him?!

Stolas: Oh don't worry, he is just asleep. It seems he has had so much built-in anger and it has even awoken a new grimoire.

Umbra: Sup, names Umbra, I control the shadows and stuff.

Blitzo: Uh, well, thanks for saving us I guess.

Stolas: You, I was saving you.

Blitzo: Oh right, you were going to let Moxxie get slashed in half or something?

Stolas: No, Linc was angry at you, not Moxxie. His anger was meant for that cowboy that ran off but when you showed up he focused it all on you. But don't worry, while he is resting his anger will fade away like a bad headache.

Millie hobbles over to Linc and holds them in her arms.

Millie: Oh my poor baby, you must have been so angry at that no good son of a BITCH! Don't worry, Momma is alright now.

Stolas smiled at the wholesomeness of the family before him, he then walked up to Blitzo and picked him up off the ground.

Blitzo: Whoa! What is the big idea?

Stolas: Oh, I was thinking about saving you behind me, I thought of... (Whispering into Blitzo's ear) riding it till morning?

Blitzo grew out of annoyance at this, he didn't have much of a choice now anyway, he was in his death for saving his actual ass from getting killed.

Blitzo: Alright, fine but no chain whips this time!

Stolas: DEAL! (starts running off with Blitzo)

Moxie and Loona heard everything with Moxxie looking like he wanted to drink to forget everything he heard and Loona wanted to die due to the fact that she heard every last detail of the exchange.

Loona: Hey, um, Millie, where do your parents keep their liquor?

Millie: Next to the locked bookshelf.

Loona: Thanks (walks off to get drunk).

*****

The scene cuts to the ranch. Lin bandages up Millie's arm as she sits with her foot in a cast. Moxxie and the three grimoires were struggling to fit clothes in a suitcase as they were loading everything they had in the trunk of their car.

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!

Linc wanted to march over and give a piece of his mind but Moxxie stopped him, they closed 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?

Linc: Totally looked like, that was awesome Dad. (grabs head) Hisss! Still hurts!

Noir: Yeah, great job.

Umbra: I mean, I just met you all but yeah, progress.

Void just made a mumbling sound.

Noir: Void said you did well for a spineless bitch... his words.

Moxxie: Thanks Linc, I did stand up for myself too this time... also I wanted to ask if you're okay, you were acting different back there and you were stabbed in the arm like a dozen times and shot in the chest, are you okay?

Linc: I think so, I didn't feel the pain and there is also the fact that there aren't any marks on me.

As the two were talking Blitzo made his way to them and did what he did best, pissing them off.

Blitzo: Hey, guys happy that Moxxie managed to get his big boy pants on but we need to pack up and get back to work, people won't be killing themselves for us up there, be easier if they did though, also I don't want Mayberry to have too much time off.

Moxxie: Fine, I'll finish packing up (Walks back to the car)

Blitzo: Man, now that was awesome huh Linc? (puts a hand on Linc's shoulder)

Linc brushed Blitzo's hand off his shoulder.

Linc: Blitzo, I meant every word that I said earlier to you, don't forget that. You are both my boss and the boss of my parents but I won't see you as a friend and act like nothing happened when you wanted Striker to join us... If you want others to care about you, then start caring for others too.

Linc walks off to the car with his parents while Blitzo just stood there and just took a deep breath after taking in what Linc said and went on back to the car. As Moxxie, Millie, and Linc made it to the car they saw Sallie May leaning on the fence to the house with coldly gave the three the middle finger, Millie and Moxxie gave her the bird right back with Linc looking back and forth with them and giving a shrug before also flipping Sallie May off. Sallie May's clod expression turns into a bittersweet smile.

*****

Elsewhere, at a run-down-looking motel with a sign that reads "Hideaway Motel Vacancy. The Guy That Tried 2 Kill U Def Isn't Here." Striker is on a bed, covered in bandages with a makeshift splint on his leg, a full bottle of painkillers was next to his gun on the nightstand next to the bed, he was 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 what 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. Stella then took her phone and walked away from the table, she didn't look at her husband for the rest of the night.

Striker: Understood.

Stella: And another thing, you said that Hellhound with the Grimoire was there too? I also want them dead, those Grimoire are too valuable in his hands.

Striker: Yeah, that ain't happenin'.

Stella: Excuse me?!

Striker: First of all, you said he had a Grimoire, singular, he has fuckin' three of them.

Stella: (Shocked) Wait what?!

Stella looked down at the book of Grimoires, she had read about 2 of the Volumes of Void but hadn't gone further. She turned to the next page; "Book of the Void Vol. 3, Umbra. This Grimoire bares the Power of Darkness. Legends of this grimoire tell of an unstoppable army of shadows that only the brightest of light could destroy these seemingly unstoppable beasts."

Striker: Second, I fired three rounds in his chest and he acted like that was like throwing paper balls at him, I don't even think that harmed him. Hell, I don't think he even has organs! I could see clear out his back, and nothing in there! Killing him isn't an option. I'll stick to killing your husband but I am staying the FUCK away from that Hound, spells, holy weapons, even the fucking shadows, have you ever been stabbed by shadows, I have, it isn't fucking nice!

Stella was near speechless, this Hellhound had all three Grimoires.

Stella: (Whispering) How the Hell? Who even is this dog? (To Striker) This focuses mainly on Stolas and if you can learn just who this Hound you called Linc is.

Striker: No problem but I will be sterling clear of that son of a bitch the next time I see them.

Stella hangs up the phone on her end, her hands shaking. Striker twirls the gun in his hand with a sinister face.

Striker: I'll get 'em next time.

Striker chuckles evilly as he turns off the light. His yellow eyes glow in the darkness to rattlesnake hisses. Before he could get up, he could have sworn he saw something in the corner of the room and saw Linc, he turned the light back on and they were gone, Striker was alone. Maybe that fight messed with his head a little.

That's the end of this chapter, I hope you enjoyed it! There will be two or three more chapters for this