This is the last part of the five-part emotional and dramatic Helluva Boss oneshot set in Hell; showing a possible scenario where Striker's backstory is revealed to Blitzo.
Another flashback shows Striker's true backstory ... of the happy family life he had, and how he lost it. 😣😣 Be warned! Things get VERY dark in it!
Striker and Blitzo also engage in some 'impromptu therapy' as the boss imp tries to make said cowboy give up on his murderous vendetta.
This will be a VERY long chapter, just to let you know!
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I do not own anything belonging to Helluva Boss; the credit for that story and characters goes to Vivziepop! I hope that you guys like it! 👍
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Flashback - Striker's Backstory:
In the Wrath Ring, MANY years ago ...
It all really started ... back in my early childhood, in the Wrath Ring ...
The mist around them then started forming into the familiar, harsh, fiery landscape of Wrath.
I spent a lot of my childhood on my family's ranch ... one of the really old ones.
Blitzo blinked as he saw that they were now in front of an old-fashioned, but huge ranch ... with a lot of surrounding fields.
It had been in my family for generations, but only the present one lived there at that time.
The door of the main building then opened, and a family of four walked out.
My dad, my mum, my little sister Corrie ... and yours truly.
There was a tall, strong male imp dressed in similar cowboy attire to Stroker, standing next to a female demoness on his right.
Said demoness was a golden salamander demon with light green spiral eyes.
She was carrying a giggling imp toddler; who had pigtails and freckles.
And lastly; standing next to the salamander demoness on HER right ... was the most adorable and cutest little imp boy ever!
Dressed in simple country clothes, with yellow spiral eyes, and a big, happy grin.
Blitzo's jaw dropped as his eyes widened.
Striker ... it could only be Striker.
We bred hellhorses on our ranch; all breeds, all sizes. Stallions, mares, even the the little foals and fillies—
The scene then changed to a view of one of the ranch's fields ... full of about six vibrant hellhorses.
Whinnying, rearing, whipping their fiery manes and tails, running around ... you name it.
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"HELLHORSES?! Seriously?"
The surroundings immediately warped back to mist as Striker lost focus at Blitzo's interruption.
Turning with an irritated look, the outlaw's annoyance lessened as he saw the boss imp's face.
Blitzo's eyes were shining with delight as he stared at Striker with a mixture of excitement, envy, and 'awwww'.
A small, amused smile flickered on the cowboy's face as he guessed at the thoughts in the boss imp's head.
He's jealous that I had the opportunity of growing up on a hellhorse ranch. How about that ...
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