Chapter 65

Let's go! Here is another with some surprises, intel and whatever else you seem to like about this story!

Enjoy!

Warning: OOC, random craziness, past dark abuse, many other troubles if mention, cursing, killing, dark themes, sexual interaction and themes, racism mention, stuff children/teen shouldn't do, profanity, self-harm, suicidal moments, cheating, violence, smoking, drugs, alcohol, guns mention, animal death, cringe, bullying, yandere, musical/singing moments and bad flirts.

Error/Moxxie speaking

Voices/Text/Flashback

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"You screwed me over Knolastname! I got three of my guys missing with a bloodied, wreck car in the junk yard!"

Crimson blowing out smoke on the side. Henroin was on speaker as he rants away losing a few of his goons. Alessio is standing close to his chair as he has listened with him for the past few minutes. "You sure it was them?"

"Got a witness giving me the same details you gave us of what they look like. This better not have been a set up."

"I can't see the future genius. Any cameras around?"

"No, because apparently the cameras shut down. The stupid section can't even save up for good crap." A lot of dissing, insults thrown at the city for Hellborns.

Crimson rolled his eyes as he looked at his claws. Not bothered to look at the paperwork while he takes care of this call. He actually was paying attention as the call really did surprise him. Thought it was about them catching the imp. Instead, complaints. Interesting ones but got to make sure not misinformation. "Maybe your guys just crossed the wrong demon. I mean you do have many enemies and pissed off someone, get in a fight with them."

"It was your target."

"Can't be too sure."

"You said they wore a scarf."

"Yes."

"A blue scarf."

"Correct."

"Glasses."

"I said glasses and possibly contacts."

"A resting bitch faces."

"Hey! Only I call them bitch not you."

"Freckles on each cheek."

"I did say that."

"Horn style like your own."

"Duh."

"Goat legs."

"Are you just going to keep repeating what I said?"

"Why not! Maybe it can open that brain of yours of anything you decided to hide! Like in weapons!"

"We live in Hell! You be dumbass to not carry a weapon." Squash the rest of his cigar in the ash tray.

"Whatever. What I do know is the worker confirmed it when I gave similar details!"

"You said they didn't even see them kill them."

"Hard to miss the screams of getting your ass kicked, the shit got destroyed, a gun set off and possible have asmodian crystal! Which you didn't clarify about either!" It sounded so embarrassing. But it makes sense. Unless it was someone else but the worker was sure it was the one that Crimson wanted them to kidnapped. "Plus, he got my guys wallets in a tip jar!"

He wasn't going to question it. Got to make sure they are alive. Alive, bring to the elevator and the favor over. Should have been easy. Instead in this situation that he doesn't need. It just made his blood boil.

"They must steal it." Didn't know about it but can't complain.

"Or you're holding back other intel."

"Maybe next time tell your crew to not rush in without backup. Now wherever they are probably gone from Hell. I heard it had gone very wild like a zoo. Tsk. Tsk."

"Your target the one who did this!" Threw a dagger at a post board of a picture of Crimson. Not alone as there are a few other pictures. "You said this shrimp not a threat!"

"Along with many other titles." Repeating the same words, Blitz. Decided to hold back the best sniper and weapon expert comment. Less intel the better and well was unsure if Blitz was pulling his tail throwing those titles. "Yalls fault for thinking you this was easy. If and I mean if this was the target. Well, got yourself to blame to not teaching your men properly when to confront someone. Bet you scare the target extra and going to be harder to find."

"I'm pulling back on this favor."

"What?"

"I'm not doing this. I got other crap to handle than me kidnapping some punk that pissed you off!"

Glare at the phone. Dumbass not seeing the bigger picture but probably for the best. "Go ahead since your numb skulls can't seem to do a simple job. But you still owe me this favor."

"You can shove that favor down your eye sockets!"

"Is that a threat?"

"You tell me." A snarl from the other older man. "So, that you are also clear too if any my guys run into them. Guilty or not. I'm delivering their head to you in box!"

The phone line went dead.

"Well?" Alessio looks down at Crimson as he leans against the chair. He waits for some kind of worded response. Instead, just see him with this deep expression. Knows to wait till he says something

"If this is how a father supposed to feel?"

Not what he expected but at the same time should have. How was he supposed to answer that? Plus, is tired of reminding him they still aren't sure. It didn't mean there were moments. Still, he did sound like a moron about what he was about to ask but Crimson didn't seem to have picked it up "What?"

The Don began to smile very wide with his eyes glowing wide with delight. He was just absorbing into his child, or soon to be employee, chaos had cause. Sure, while he was half faking the phone call it didn't mean he did think about. That is a slight possibility that they did this.

If they actually were the ones, who did it?

The thrill of their violent, cold, actions boosted his twisted sense of pride. It was different compared to when his own soldiers get a job done. Or the times then they get a big loot and living it big. Felt like it was closely Alessio does a tremendous job. If possibly a little higher. Was this what his own felt when he did something right? If that is the case, he is very much loving this! Got some kinks to work on but got time. Began to cackle to revel the depth of his depravity of this twisted obsession of his.

Alessio just standing there as he listened to this as if this was nothing new. Besides a tiny ounce of concern for the one who got caught in the imp attention during this passing time.  

 "Ha! My kid murders those useless boot soldiers! Sinners no less! Hahah! Daddy is so proud."

Somewhere in space as a pair watch stars passing by.

Moxxie stop paying attention. Their whole body did a full shudder. Okay. They did not like that. He felt very disturbed.

"What wrong?" Stolas look down at Moxxie with a frown. Both finally got time to talk well and hangout for a few hours. Brought some drinks and snacks. Didn't want them to feel out of touch as they too have been busy. Especially the last few days on the magic reveal.

At least IMP seem to behave normally like before. Well, their version of normal. Moxxie has been sent a lot of questionable, space wizard memes, handouts and so much useless junk. 

"I feel very unclean."

Blink. A couple of times while he took a sip from the bottle until he was done. "If there something wrong with your bathroom then you can borrow mine when we go back."

"Not that but thanks."

"Why of course! That's what I do. That is what friends do. Great friends helping each other out! You help me out so much Moxxie even while I have been so busy. Helpful to my little Starlight! Helpful even when I didn't listen. Really helpful all these years." Smile very big as their left eye twitch.

Was that too strong?

"...Right...Frogmouth I think you had enough of this" Pull the bottle of alcohol away. I thought they would take one or two sips. Not the whole bottle. Scratch those two bottles. Notice how tired they look. It seems they're the ones who need to bath honestly. Which is a shocker since they know Stolas enjoys taking a bath. "Also, when was the last time you went to bed?

"I will answer that if." Face turn very serious as look down at Moxxie. "You sleep with me."

"You better be joking."

Face no longer serious but giggling as he pokes their freckle cheek. "Like by my side silly goose so I can go to sleep. A cuddle bug! Well, cuddle bug imp. Naughty, naughty mind."

"You would still get shot by Rattles." Can already picture the disaster if he did see that. It was bad enough to not get him to feel worried, hissy, that he was going to spend time with Stolas for a bit. Drunk or not Striker will not like what Stolas had said. Be separate to not choke him out if he got the chance. Then go after them next. Their neck wouldn't survive by his teeth when he gets territorial.

"Let him! I can test my reaction to dodge. I did it for the first time. Remember huh! When he kidnapped me to torture? Huh! Remember! He made you choose to shoot me or your buddies."

"You remember you threaten to report me and rat me out."

Too soon.

On cue Stolas got teary eyes. Ready to burst down to cry any second. On cue, no longer thinking rationally, he goes to hug Moxxie. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to! I was on drugs, angry, jealous and drugs! Don't leave me"

The prince is so lucky Moxxie is just use to this at this point.

Moxxie just awkwardly patted the crouch owl back. Great now they feel bad. I mean, could have made it worse. They really could have and great now they feel extra shitty. Shouldn't have said that as they were angry at Striker at too at the time. Fine, their own emotions were in a mess. Their squeezing to tightly need to speak now. Use your word. "There. There. Um. I'm sorry to for what I said too."

"I'm sorry for being a whiny, cheating bitch."

"That enough alcohol for the Frogmouth and we are brining you home." Don't need the Little Frogmouth to see this.

"Nooooo I don't want you to leave!"

"I'm not leaving you."

"Really?" Pathetic, drunk, crying eye bird look activated.

"Yes, really now stop that look-Where did that bottle come from? No! Bad Frogmouth give me that!"

One alcohol retrieval, cry vent fest, and throwing up later. At least it wasn't on them this time. Moxxie twitch as they open the portal up. Drat it was in the living room. No, matter can always just.

KNOCK!

KNOCK!

KNOCK!

Who the heck is that? Moxxie place Stolas on the couch. Toss the mask, cloak out the way. Goes to approach the door. Stolas mentions he let the servant have a night off. Striker would be resting right now, same with Octavia. Not too late but Stolas wouldn't have planned or drank this much if he had a guest. So, who is coming over here?

Open the door.

On the other side of the door was a tall avian demon who height rival Stolas. A parrot demon of sorts. with red feathers as the main color but can see purple-gold feathers on his head. He wore a red suit with a gold, black tint. Black pants with white boot material. A star shape broach. Pair of white with red design gloves. A pair of yellow shades with red eyes look down to see them. A bit taken back as he blinks.

"Hello." The parrot smiled down at him. "Is Prince Stolas available."

Blink as their eyes narrow at them in suspension. Not letting the door fully open up to not allow them in. Ready to close it on their face.

"Are you new here? Huh he never mentions hiring another but shouldn't be to surprise. Must have forgot." He smiles at them and an arm out to shake. "Who may you be little imp?"

Moxxie stare at the hand to shake. Goes look up at the demon. "Moxxie."

"Moxxie." Eyes perk up. No deception of any kind in his voice, eyes. "It's so too good to meet you. I'm- "

"Starburst."

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Done!

What did you all think?

Vassago meet Moxxie. Thall shall be dubbed the nickname Starburst. *Screams in the background of this bullshit as he got lucky*

Yes, Crimson be a proud father? Boss? Eh the guy loves bloodshed. *Slowly back away from them.*

Henroin pissed and feels like this is a set up and now wants blood.

Stolas you were doing so well. But now this. He is a very stressed out and tired owl for a reason.

Moxxie feels a disturbance.

Any questions?

Until next time.

Bye, bye.