Lust Meets Wrath

Meanwhile at Hideaway

Striker chucked one of his burner phones after posting the image. He hissed softly and rattled his tail. "Why the fuck did Ah do that!?" He snorted and shook his head. 

Pulling out another and checking the account, he lifted a brow. One fav already... who? He checked and found it was from some LenaImp on Sinstigram. "Huh.. must be a fan.."he checked her account and noted all her favs lately were of his images. "So either a fan or she's gonna kill me... if it's even a she." 

Tail rattling some he noted she had none of her own images. Odd, imps liked showing themselves off. "Well either way, Ah can handle anthin' and anyone who comes my way. Ah'll be ready if it comes to it."

Shaking it off he headed out from the Motel to get something good to eat, riding his Stallion. Bombproof snorted and headed off to nearest diner. 

Once there he dismounted and headed inside. "Yancy... ya ol' bastard."

"Hey there cowboy, the fuck you been doing boy?"the elder imp chuckled some. Yancy owned the diner, he was an average imp. Horns that went out to the sides like a bull, the left one missing the tip, he was older, his hair thinning with age. "Been a while hot shot."

"Been busy Yancy, me and Bombproof are starving though. Ya got something to feed a couple weary travelers?" The hitman asked.

"Always ya skinny snake." He chuckled and called back. "Roseanne! Scrawny is back with his horse! Need some country beefsteak for a couple hungry studs."

"Alright hun, hey Manny! Take some beefsteak out to Bombproof while I'm cooking!"She called.

Manny was the son and he looked a lot like his dad, heading out and setting a plate down for Bombproof. The Hellhorse devouring the beef.

Striker chuckled some and sat in a booth. "Where's Andy at?"

"Ha that boy ran off on a horse and ain't come back." Yancy said. 

"Takes after his hero, you scrawny sonuvabitch." Roseanne said from the back.

"Ah don't blame the snake hun, he's a loyal customer." Yancy chuckled and poured him a fresh root beer  bringing it over. "Where ya been skinny?"

Striker chuckled some. "All over really." He grinned and took a drink. "So Andy took off huh?"

"Yeah said he was going to Pride, make something of himself in Imp City. That was five years ago." Yancy shrugged. "Ain't heard from the boy since."

"Damn shame, he was fun to tease." The snake smirked. 

"Yeah, well... I hope he's alright."

"He's your son, he's a tough little fucker." Striker nodded.

"Damn right he is. Hey you ever been to Pride?"

"Na, not recently anyway. But if Ah head up there and see yer boy Ah'll tell him ya'll said howdy." He grinned.

"That smile of yours still make the ladies fawn over ya?" Yancy snickered.

"Mhm, ladies and fellas wanna ride this cowboy, but no one has measured up to the task yet. Too many stalkers, fans and creepy. Need me a feisty gal that can keep up with me and shoot just as good." Striker grinned.

"Good luck with that bones." Roseanne said serving his food. She was a short, kinda plump woman with short horns and black hair with silver streaks along her temples.  "Ain't a woman alive in Hell can match you...  now eat ya skinny little spitfuck." She grinned some.

"Yes ma'am!" he said taking his hat off and tucking into his meal to eat. Beefsteak, potatoes and corn. Tail wagging some, nothing like a good meal. 

"Act like you ain't had good food in a while snake boy." Yancy smiled as his wife headed over and sat with him. 

"Haven't, ya know ya'll make the best beefsteak around." He smirked and went back to eating.

"Shoot I know it." Roseanne said and grinned.

Manny came back in. "Yer horse is all fed Mister." Striker nodded.

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After a good chat and filling up he smiled and paid. "Ah'll come this way again,  ya'll take care." He said slipping on his hat and tipping it.  Tail rattling as he headed out and jumped on Bombproof,  the two heading off to the local shooting range.

He set up some targets and pulled out a normal revolver, imagining that owl prince as the target and shooting it through the head, the heart, hip firing at the stomach. He smirked and rattled his tail. That damn owl wouldn't get away next time. All those damn royals deserved death. 

Taking a breath he emptied the last few rounds into the target's head. That damn Blitz, couldn't he see he was trying to make things better for imps? By taking out the higher castes they would be treated as equals because it was proof that we all die the same. He snarled and reloaded the gun, holstering it and retrieving the target. 

"Good shootin' on my part." He grinned and replaced it, taking his and trashing it. He walked out of the room feeling better. Tail swaying easily as he climbed up on Bombproof and headed back to the Motel. For now it was safe, even with some fan stalker about. Its not like they had the Motel's name plastered all over the sinternet. He was thankful for that.

He settled on the bed and rumbled softly, tail swishing as he undressed. Lazing in just his boxers on the bed. "Tch bet those crazy fans would go nuts to see me like this." He snickered then blinked some. "Eh... time for some rest... and TV." He popped it on to watch some old westerns until he passed out.