Chapter 84

Finally, got to this! It's nothing big plot wise but at least we know some interesting intel and meetups.

Enjoy!

Warning: OOC, random craziness, past dark abuse, many other troubles if mention, cursing, sexual situation, 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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Butcher swears he thinks this is payback.

The hunter glance back at his two 'teammates' that will be joining him. He technically didn't need them for this. Really just checking some volcanoes in a sector. Able to handle this easily.

Nope, instead Wrath, and he knows that Medea responsible part of this. Told him to bring two others along. Actually, already decided on the two and will be drop off at his camp in three days.

Three days later were portal, two portals, right in front of him.

It's not like he has anything against the two who coming with them. In fact, he doesn't mind them at all. The rare ones he can stand, train and work with. It's just he can practically tell who these two are. Along with their own act to holding back not trying to reveal the other they are partners. His former 'prisoner' he babysat and the feral brat.

Hush and Puppet. Hush is wearing his clothing he wore at the time being with Butcher but wearing a bandana around his mouth. Puppet seem to chosen a new look when working out here instead of space. A new mask too.

AKA Striker and Moxxie.

Butcher who does know their identities and have to play this ring around the bullshit. Unless they are fucking with him on purpose. Test his patience's in many ways.

This is the Troll fault. That right he began to call his other half that. Fits him well. Little trolling imp shit with that big smile.

The hunter can tell at least Striker look so darn thrilled to be here. Get back in business. The kind of work he like. That did please him slightly. Who wouldn't want to be back home in their ring. Moxxie it was the little things how they are trying hard to not stay too close to Striker. Less stress in their posture and the scent.

Good.

A part of them was also thrilled, in a dark, possessive sense. That they will be back living in Wrath. Doesn't like it when any imps leave but not like they could stop them. I mean could but no. That would have been 'frown on' for forcing them to stay.

The first day a little 'reunion' with some magic misshape to get both Striker, Moxxie separately at their destination point.  Introductions. Then get to the point where they were going, what they will be doing. Add in the whole 'I will leave your asses behind and don't fall in the volcano'. Will be renting horses at a town to carry stuff. Striker a bit displeased not as this could have been a good time to bring Bombproof. Always next time after they get things settle. Striker was gracious enough to hunt that night and drag a hellboar. Small talk around like favorite choice of hunt. At least knowing they all know Dr. Medea. Drinks. The nicknames. The usual campfire talks.

Then the second day was already here.

Butcher growled at the pair as he points to the nearby town. Just to grab a few little things, get the horses and will soon be heading out. Can check on intel too of anything off putting.

"Gotcha." Striker leans to the side of Moxxie. "Need this little one to be fine on the road. Can't let them get too exhausted."

Moxxie 'accidentally' tripped Striker as he falls to the ground. The hybrid cursing out the mask demon.

"Little shit!"

"Careful Spitfire. Don't want Cubone here to drag a brat like you to timeout" Smirk underneath their mask.

"I'll show you a brat when I rope you up to be bait for our next meal!"

The hunter got to admit they are playing the roles very well. Unless this is normal.

When they reach the small town went to the gas station convenience store. It's a standard shop with a little extra like resupply on farm feed, tools. Butcher just glance around while the other two look around. Striker grabbed a few jerky's. Their tail snatch Moxxie own to drag them to a spot to get water. Not at all surprised of the chocolate bars in their arms.

All and all easy right.

Until Butcher glance out the window. A small growl when their eyes lock on figures walking around.

The cults.

Pain in the asses in Butcher opinion. Sure useful, but all the worshipping is so tacky. Wrath got the highest patience out of the three of them about it. Until it gets weird. A small chuffed as he walks over to the counter as he places some dried meat down. "How long those robe buffoons been here?"

The older imp woman huffed as she rings him up. "Three weeks. No, trouble besides their voices being loud with their chanting, and praising."

A small nod as he hands her the money. "Any try to kill them yet?"

"One got ran over by a bull but that was their fault for not listening." Glance up at the taller demon. "But the usual prays, chants and getting anyone to join. Plus, there not that many here. Not staying to long from what I overheard. Keep getting weirder or to buy that workout app."

A low grunt. Well, the usual won't have to deal with them after all. As long they stand out of his way.

"Ohhhh my, my if it isn't the savage division, Wrath very loyal hunter himself! Gracing this town with his presents."

Never mind maybe might have to kill.

The hunter stop let out an irritated groan. The other two behind him a bit confused. The woman behind the counter rolled her eyes as she muttered under breath "like that one".

The demon was a little taller than Hush. Wore what look like some kind of robes that are red, black. Red skin. Bat like wings. A red flame on top of the candle. Dark hair that was too the chin. Red eyes look very giddy.

Of, course it this one.

A curtsy bow at his direction. "It's wonderful to see you again."

"Can't say the same too you." Arms crossed with eyes narrowed. "You're not one for little towns."

"I chose to come and allowed to leave. After all, I'm doing all I can to help. Keep everyone calm, mellow and relax. Until I have to go back for appointments. Keep that chakra energy flowing."

Wants to throw up at that.

"Oh? Are you leading a group." Yogirt perk up when he sees the other two. "Exploration?"

"Not your business."

"True but I can still be nice." The demon candle head smile as they took a few steps on the side. Look at the other two better. Wave at them. "Greeting, I'm Yogirt. "

Striker grunts not bothering to answer. Pull Moxxie towards them to keep the bat gaze off them.

"Aww shy ones you got."

Not even close.

"Well, I won't push for answers since you must have a busy schedule." Clap his hands together. "But I do hope I can get at least one answer from you while you're here."

"What?" Got a suspicion what the question is.

"Tell, me." Smile wider. "How the Doctor."

"No."

"Huh?"

"Doctor?"

Yogirt wave at the two. "You two probably don't know this about him. He has a smart brother."

Brother?

That made them both look at Butcher. The skull hiding everything but their eyes look so very annoyed. Striker confused while Moxxie got it figured.

"Yes, yes! A spectacular brother he is. I mean you are too. A prime example of Wrathian nature, built, symbolize and so on. The many cries many would like to be like you. But his brother. That's a rare treat. An intelligent imp he is with his witty mouth. I still remember how his topaz burn so brightly around him" Admirable gaze in his as his fire brighten up.

"..."

"..."

"Are you stalking the Troll?"

"Troll?"

Butcher tail grab Moxxie and throws them over their shoulder to Striker. Ignore the grumbling imp. An irritated growl left their mouth with their eyes glowing. "Finish getting supplies."

Aka get your asses outside now. We are leaving.

"On it." Striker just has Moxxie tuck under their arm. Pay his own stuff, including extra. Grab everything as he carries the supplies, and Moxxie, towards the door.

"Hey I have my own money to spend."

"Save your lemonade money for another day. Can use it to buy me a drink."

"I can get venom for free."

"Little pipsqueak- "

Door closed behind to not hear the rest of their talk.

"So, they have met Medea." Yogirt perk up happily as he giggles. "Troll. Oh, that's fits him perfectly. I wish I thought of that."

You would have got your wings torn off. Butcher held back saying that. 

"So, how is he?"

"Busy."

Blink but soon shake their head of acceptance. Then a curious look. "So, why exactly are you're here?"

"Sightseeing."

Smile very wide with his ruby eyes glowing. "Well, of course. A tracker like you would love that. Got to be the best of the best for our Ruler."

Go away. Already going past their limit in the talking department. Place the rest of the money down on the counter. Took what he need. Indicating he is done with this conversation.

"Wait."

You got to be kidding me.

"Sooooooo, I have a little request."

A low irritated click.

"How thoughtful but I was thinking a little something well smaller. Intel."

Tilt his head as he waits but has a suspicion what it is.

"I just want a phone call." A pout began to form on his lips. "The personal one not the Dr. Office."

The door slam shot from the grocery shop.

"What the fuck was that about?" Striker follows Butcher with Moxxie close by. "Do you really know them?"

"No, little interactions. Like I mention before Savage Divisions had moments with those cults. At one point I had to 'stay around' so no one go on a murder spree."

How they wish they just let it happen at the time. But nope. Spoil sports.

"That how he met the Doc. When he was still working division and 'retire'." Keep an eye out while they approach the farm they were going to get the horses from.

"Why were they asking so much about the Troll?"

Butcher grumble under their breath as he walks behind the pair. "That bat likes the Doc."

"You owe me $50."

"Since when do you bet on money?"

"To see your reaction."

"Little punk ass."

He swears this pack of their keeps getting crazy lunatics.

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Bonus.

"Made it to the volcanoes yet?" Medea on the phone with Butcher to see what the status is.

Butcher on the phone with Medea while Striker and Moxxie got their gear ready. Same with the horses. "About to be. A mild distraction happens in town before we head out."

"Oh? How so?"

"The therapy bat says hi."

"..."

"Doc?

"Well, if you run into that hippie bat again. You can tell to go $#*&***@#$ and shove those gems down their !$^&%$- "

Butcher hangs up.

"What the Doc say?" Striker asked him when he return back. Moxxie already got on one of the hellhorses.

"He says hi."

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Done!

What else shall we be seeing?

Butcher, Striker and Moxxie look they could be bandits together.

What you think Puppet new mask looks like in the Wrath ring?

Yes, Yogirt has meet Medea before. Same with Butcher not really knowing their name. Just calls them Hunter Medea has a lot of colorful words to say about Yogirt.

Striker, Moxxie dorks but happy, sassy, destruction loving dorks. They had a sit down when told in advance will be going with Butcher. Got plans made what to do to not let Butcher know that they know the other. So, basically being their teenage self with flirts slide in. Kept the nickname Puppet. While Striker could have gone back to Outlaw decided to go by their other title Hush (Which he has used in Ch 7). The 'newbie' that still slowly coming back to the field but might be using it for other ways.

Striker does not know, like everyone else, that Butcher, Medea and Wrath are the same sin. Just thinks it's a tight work relationship. Moxxie still not allowed to say anything who the three really are. Which they fine fair and not their business.

Butcher out of, Medea and Wrath, instinct is animal-like. Not like the other two wouldn't be he just thinks, feels it further. Like seeing this group as part, the pack. Or how he already views those two already being mates. Once he gets closer or just done. Can talk normally if he has two. With his half's they just understand and doesn't make him speak normal unless he wants too.

Any questions?

Until next time.

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