The Wrong Snake

History Dept.

"You are a very stupid imp"

Stolas scolds his eyes finding Striker via dash mirror the ringed eyes open to focus on the owl.

"You have a child and wife yet work one of the most dangerous jobs in all of hell which not only could you killed but puts them directly in danger too"

Stolas says coldly and Striker snorts at the irony seeing Stolas was doing the same by messing around with Blitz and handing over his book, which placed the prince's head firmly on the chopping block. Stolas turns to face Striker who was looking at the van ceiling chuckling, Millie was placing handcuffs on Striker's wrists no one wanting to risk another fight.

"I don't see what's funny"

Stolas mutters irritated by the hitman.

"Your fucking hilarious or totally deranged, the fuck you care about me and mine?"

Striker growls casting a cold eye at Stolas who stares back.

"After all it's your kind that drove mine to near extinction"

Striker's words struck Stolas hard upset comes the avians eyes, Moxxie's eyes widen knowing a few things on the subject he had done some research on what type of imp Striker is after their first fight.

"I tired to stop it"

Stolas murmurs and Striker's eyes narrow.

"A for effort"

Striker snarls and Moxxie looks to Striker hoping what he had found out was partly right hoping he could draw information out the imp.

"Your talking about the original pain games?"

Moxxie questions and Striker looks to him slightly surprised but guessed if anyone would know it would be the weakling, Striker nods in acknowledgement.

"Original?"

Millie questions with an raised eyebrow Stolas turns back to face the front his eyes tence clearing not liking the subject, Blitz notices this but was just as curious as Millie.

"Wrath was full of imps like me when I was a boy, we ran protection over the general imp population against any higher power thinking they could take what belonged to us. My kind have natural speed, strength and durability compared to ya standard imp, the perfect bodyguards persay"

Striker says and Millie nods understanding now how Striker took her stabbing him so many times and shook it off as nothing.

"Demons tried over and over trying to take what land owners had and every time they would get beaten back out of Wrath, then posters appeared a competition for the toughest imps the prize? An angelic weapon of all things"

Striker says coldly glaring at the floor, Stolas hands grip his legs tightly knowing the story all to well, he at the time the found out all too late. The shear amount of bodies their cries of pain the sheer memory of the image brought bile to his throat.

"Every single one that went that day was slaughtered, for fucking control of those viewed lesser than"

Striker spits and Stolas grips his coat tight in his hands.

"I tried to stop him"

Stolas whimpers Striker eyes go cold and a chill runs up Moxxie's back remembering that look.

"You should have tried harder, now understand none of this is personal to me, it's just a job"

Striker says lifting his leg quickly kicking a latch above his head making a compartment open which smacks Dylan in the face and cover Moxxie and Millie in a net and camping tent. Striker rolls to side going into a handstand and wraps his legs tightly around Stolas neck making him choke in surprise and pain.