The Impish Heart

Angel Of Death

Striker Nirvana born to Kaa and Tilla Nirvana  was an outcast a nobody, and usually the butt to some rather twisted incestous jokes. 

His past full of heartache and death, his parents divorce when he turned Fifteen, leaving the family split down the middle.
She left without a single goodbye. One day Striker woke up and she was gone leaving them to find work in a traveling circus. she'd send them trinkets and letters. 
Vesper and Viper would burn them.
Leaving Kaa A shell of his former self, left to raise nine children. 

There were rumors spread around town that Striker had family out in Greed, the snake imp wasn't surprised. it was on the last piece of the letter she had sent them, that he was able to fish out of the fireplace. 

In High School Striker had gained a nasty reputation, he was vile and nasty, cold blood, and cutthroat to the point where even teachers feared him. Jaded, he wears a muzzle made of iron.  Underneath the cold exterior beats the bleeding heart of a romantic. His love for horses, the way he tames them was an art by itself.  Wooden figurines  of hand crafted miniature horses lined his room and decorated his study.  

Obsession burns deep, as he searches for his mother cutting out newspaper article and reading old tabloids trying to find out the truth behind her leaving them. Weekends and holidays he spent on his older brother's farm. Life was lonely for the lonesome cowboy. 
His mother would continue to send letters to them, and Striker would intercept the mail from time to time.

Tilla would also send a few decorative Harlequin antiques, a few pictures and tiny sonograms that the Cowboy would throw into the trash or re-gift to one of his friends.  Okay, so his only friend. A horse he had since he was a child, Bombproof.  A fiery black and red stallion  with a fiery red mane and tail. 
Striker crumpled up the letter in his hand, understanding why his brothers would burn the letters. 
But these letters never answered his questions if anything, the created more unanswered questions.  "Here ya go Boy" he says to Bombproof  as Bombproof bit the Harelquin's head off the doll's body. 

Then one day, the letters stopped coming and everything changed with the arrival of two new transfer students. At first the snake imp didn't pay any attention to them his eyes were transfixed on a miniature horse he was wheedling away at.  The Teacher Ms. Mayberry introduces the older out of the two males first. 
Striker growls under his breath, A clown the cowboy grits his teeth as the jester talks spilling his life story out to the dimwitted class. 
He was the son of an Overlord: wealthy and full of himself.  Striker snaps  the wooden horse's neck. as the clown's voice grated on his nerves. Fizzorolli cartwheels around the room at least the other transfer student seemed embarrassed for his friend. 

"Finally I'd like you all to give a warm welcome to Blitzo Novak"  Blitzo and his brother Fizzorolli had transferred from the high tier prestigious schools of Greed and Envy.  "They well be staying with us for a semester till their school is rebuilt. "Please give them a warm welcome says Ms. Mayberry while adjusting her glasses, she had the same students since elementary school. She was able to read the classroom.  

Blitzo Novak, Fifteen years old with a heart-shaped birthmark on his forehead, Fury dances in the serpent's eyes as he realizes whose son Blitzo was. his heart stops, the crimson devil was a rare hybrid.

Blitzo is shy as he looks around for a place to sit while his brother bounces around on the balls of his feet his eyes scanning for an empty seat to claim. Blitzo takes a shuddering breath realizing  the only spot left was next to a shifty snake imp.  Everyone had avoided sitting next to Striker, they'd either opt to stand or drop out of class. 
Blitzo didn't have that luxury.  Making the best out of a shitty situation he sits down and introduces himself. 

Striker startles him, by gripping his forearms into a bruising hold, his nails cutting into scarlet flesh. Blitzo whimpers gritting his teeth but refused to look away: panic flickers in auburn eyes. 
Striker must've found what he was looking for because the next moment, he was released. Blitzo rubs his arms turning to face the class while side-eyeing the snake. 
He could get through one class with this deranged psychopath. he thought to himself. 

Blitzo met up with his brother at their lockers, Fizz knew Blitzo had be running from his past with his beguiling charms and his hypnotizing stunts on the flying trapeze the Harlequin always seemed to lure in the creeps. 
Bad enough Howler Novak abandoned his son,  Blitzo had to steer clear of seven domineering exes who thought they still had some game with the poor devil.
And then there was the creepy Von Eldritch family.  Helsa and Slvithin. 

Fizzorolli had sold his body and image to his father and his company manufacturing versions of himself to act as Blitzo's bodyguards.  Only a few, malfunctioned.  Blitzo had ended up in the hospital fighting for his life. 

Fizz was Blitzo's half brother,  Fizz never knew his own mother but he knew Tilla's love. Blitzo's mother had died leaving a giant hold in his father's heart. A hole, that would feaster into an abusive- sexualized relationships with his sons doubles. Greed, fueled Mammon lining the jester's pockets with green. 
Howler and Mammon had fought, argued day and night about who was the real paternal father.  It was Howler's last name on Blitzo's birth certificate. Tilla had died giving birth to twins a boy and girl. 
Sadly, the girl was born a stillborn and was buried along with her mother. Tilla had gotten real sick and during that time Fizz believed Howler would come in a steal Blitzo away from them.   

Fizz had imprinted on Blitzo since the moment of his birth, they were close, closer then most siblings. 
Blitzo's only friends outside of Fizzorolli and the lewd and obnoxious Robo-Fizzes were Moxie: the School Possum and punching bag to the school's jocks, Goths and Geeks and Nerds and introverts. His high school sweetheart, an angel of death: a cold blooded assassin Mildred Blackheart. Her parents owned a place here in wrath. Moxie was the transfer student from last year so he was confident he could show Blitzo and Fizz the ropes.  And, an apathetic  hell-hound goth who was sloshing through her senior year. 
Blitz had instantly warmed up to her much to her chagrin, the sophomore grew on her.   

Unabashedly Striker was assigned as Blitzo's Student guide for the school year.  Which came as a surprise and shock to everyone in the classroom. He was to show the new student around the school introducing him to the preppy honor roll students such as Stolas and Stella,  Andrealphus,  Charlie Morningstar and Vaggie Marrows. Alastor, Angel Dust,  Husk and Nifty and the teachers like Ausmodeous, sexual education  Sir Pentious: who teaches creation Valentino,  dance instructor.   

Striker steers Blitzo away from the gaggle, his ears burning with their degrading comebacks a growl emits from the back of his throat. Andrealphus scrutinizes them as Stolas stares at the scarlet imp unable to keep his eyes off him.  Filling Blitzo's head with vindictive lies and sketchy stories of the school's royalty. 

By day a student by night a contract killer: known to rip the throats out of his victims leaving them gurgling on their own blood. His obsession with the crimson devil spirals out of control. 
Blitzo isn't afraid of him, he finds the serpent unworldly and fascinating. As Blitzo un-covers Tilla's past. 
Learning that Striker shares the same mother.  The Cowboy learns of his mother's death as will as Blitzo's twin sister while skipping rocks out by the lake. To many of hells Denzin's Striker was known as the Angel Of Death to Blitzo  Striker was his salvation.