Hellwalkers

Town Imps

♪Beast, Beast, kill the hellbeast♪

♪Hunt them far and yonder♪

♪Beast, beast, kill the hellbeast♪

♪Cut through their sides♪

♪Rip off their hides♪

♪And the next day, do it again♪

♪Beast, beast, kill the hellbeast♪

♪Till all the hellbeasts are done for♪

Moxxie cheerily sang the tune as he proceeded to make breakfast. He didn't quite like the lyrics, but he had to admit that the tune was catchy. It's a popular nursery rhyme around these parts. He'd heard some kids singing it while as they played 'catch the hellbeast'. 

He was finishing with the last row of pancakes when the door burst open. Blitzo walked into the house, stretching his limbs with a loud yawn. "What's for breakfast, Mox?" 

"Sir, would it kill you to knock?!" Moxxie snapped in exasperation at the sudden, uninvited intrusion. Blitzo, of course, ignored him and served himself a whole pile of pancakes. "And those are for us."

Blitzo poured a big slurp of honey unto 'his' breakfast. "Uh-hu." 

"...For Millie and I."

"Oh, stop being a dick this early, Mox." 

Moxxie decided he wouldn't let Blitzo's teasing get to him today. He was already used to Blitzo self-inviting himself into others' homes, anyway, even if Moxxie would never admit it outloud. At least not in front of Blitzo; he'd never hear the end of it if that were the case. 

His heart skipped a beat when Millie finally came downstairs, ready to go and looking hot in that huntress attire.  

"Good morning, Mox!" She greeted him with a warm smile and a peck on the cheek, making Moxxie blush. "Oh, hi, Blitz, you're early!" 

"Well, duh! The sooner we get going, the sooner we can kill a hellbeast and rub it in that shitty dickhead's face!" That said, Blitzo gobbled up what remained of his breakfast and picked up his pistol. "Well, I'll go ahead and see if I can rent some of those majestically beautiful horses!" 

"Sir, I don't think taking horses to hunt hellbeasts is a good idea. They're easily spoked and an prey for a fully-grown hellbeast." 

Blitzo scoffed. "Right, like you're an expert on the matter, Mox." 

Moxxie murmured under his breath. For a brief moment, he thought of throwing a fork at Blitzo's head, but the door slammed shut before he could. 

"Care to remind me why we have to up with his anctics?" he murmured, mostly to himself. 

"Oh, sweetie, don't be like that." Millie grabbed Moxxie's arm gently, smiling. "He's our friend."

"Your friend, maybe. He won't stop rubbing in my face that I wasn't deemed 'fit to hunt hellbeasts!' Big deal, I'm better at other things!" Moxxie cursed under his breath as he struggled to open the pickle jar. "Damn it, this thing won't open!"

"You know, I could call a couple of hellbeasts to open that jar!" Moxxie glared at the kitchen window. Blitzo was, as usual, pressing his face against the glass panel. 

"Get the fuck out of here!" 

"Sit on a dick, Moxxie. Hurry up, Mills! The townspeople are throwing a small party in the townsquare!"