The Richest Cup...
Inside this café, we see Stola, Stella, and another high-power figure who seems to be cold, at one table.
"Stola." Stella sips her cup.
"Stella." Stola also sips from her cup.
"C***."
"Witch."
The unknown figure groaned at their childish acts.
[-:-] Andrealphus, The Cold [-:-]
"FUCKISH. IMP. SUCKER!" Stella slammed her hands on the table with rage."Why did you insist on meeting me here?" Stola asked, whilst looking at her phone.
"Ahem! We wanted to properly discuss the terms of this divorce. I feel my darling sister deserves a bit more...compensation. After all, you did CHEAT on the poor thing. Surely, you owe-"
"Andrealphus, cheating implies there was a betrayal. This woman never gave two shits about me or our very much arranged marriage. As far as I'm concerned, this divorce is far overdue." Stola interrupted Andrealphus, placing her cup down. A tiny imp prepares to pour her drink, before noticing a horse riding towards the café...
"Up yours!" Stella flipped her off.
"Stellaaa, for fuck's sake, stop making this harder to bullshit!" Andrealphus groaned at her sister.
*CRASH!*
The window breaks, revealing Striker just broke inside the café. She hurled her poncho away, twirling two angelic revolvers in her hand. Striker fired her first bullet at Stola, but luckily she managed to get out the way.
Stola glanced at Stella, who was grinning evilly at her. Striker fired even more bullets, making Stola having to flee the restaurant. Before Stola could make it outside, she was soon lasso'd in by a glowing white rope, captured by the cowgirl.
"Oh, dear...this is worrisome." Stola muttered.
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The Saint
Humor(Genderbent Helluva Boss Harem x Priest Male Reader) "For I know the plans I have for you, plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." -Jeremiah 29:11 Many of the holy lord was chosen to explore the depths of hell...