Helluva Mate

18

Inside the lodge, Moxxie glumly walks up the stairs, on his way to the room he was sharing with his wife, only to pause when he sees a light shining through the bottom of a door.

"Well, that's troubling." He commented to himself

Moxxie opened the door and peers around, noticing the light coming from a box. He walks over to it, seeing a rifle with glowing designs in an open gun case,

"Oh, my crumbles!" His eyes widening as he looked at it, his hand running along the side of the gun "A genuine Carmine crafted blessing-tipped rifle! How . . How in the fuck did he get one o' these?!"

"Why don't you ask me, little dude?" Striker asked, leaning on the doorframe behind him

"Shit!" surprised as he turned to face him "W-why do you have this . . mister?! You are aware this kind of weapon can kill --"

"Demon royalty?" smirking at him

"Yes. That." nodding slightly

"No shit." flicking his wheat stalk away "That's kinda the point."

Striker runs his claws along the door, creating scratch marks as he closed it, advancing menacingly toward Moxxie with a grin.

"Okay." Moxxie said "Well I'm -- I'm relatively concerned by your possession of this . . I'm also glad my instant dislike of you has been vali --" Striker grabbing him by the throat " -- dated!"

He wrapped his tail around Moxxie's neck, throwing the Imp hard against the wall. Striker proceeds to choke Moxxie on the floor, the Imp hissing and tries to claw at him, only to be held down by the larger demon's body weight. Moxxie glances over to a small desk, seeing a lamp on the surface, causing him to kick the edge, making the glass crash into Striker. He releases Moxxie, holding the place where the lamp shattered, giving him the opportunity to get out from under him and rush to the door, managing to pull it open, only to have Striker yank him back by his tail. He covers Moxxie's mouth and begins to strangle him, chuckling evilly as the Imp begins to lose consciousness,

"Pathetic." Striker smirked

Millie appears behind Striker and stabs him in the back with a knife, causing him to release her husband, Moxxie collapsing to the floor. A feral, enraged Millie stabs Striker repeatedly in the back, leaping onto him and holds the knife at his neck. Striker slams Millie off against the wall, breaking her arm, causing her to collapse next to her husband,

"Millie . ." Moxxie said weakly, reaching for her

Striker grabs both of them by their hair, dragging them out of the room and down to the cellar, tossing them inside, Millie crying out when her leg gets caught in a bear trap.

"I'd kill y'all, but I feel like there's more leverage with your rodeo clown of a boss if I don't!" Striker smirked "Plus, you little things ain't worth the cleanup."

Moxxie runs up the stairs, but Striker slams the cellar doors, causing the Imp to try to push the doors, which don't budge.

"Millie!" worry in his voice as he hurried back to his wife "Oh, Satan!" assessing her wounds

"Moxxie, I'm fine!" Millie assured "I got worse than this during the flower toss at my brother's weddin'. But I caught that fuckin' bouquet, and it was fuckin' worth it!" looking at him "You just have to get out there, and fuck up that brown nosin' cocksucker for me!"

"But I can't break through it." lowering his head in shame "I'm not strong enough."

"Not with your hands, baby." she smiled, cupping his cheek "Use what you're good at."