"Where the fuck have you been shit head, were about to head to the wrath ring for the Harvest Moon festival or whatever, so get your boots on were heading out." Blitzø says to me, Son of a BIT-.
Eventually we arrived at what appears to be a ranched which I was told is owned by Millies parents, as the area was part of the scorched desert, for that is something I haven't seen aside from what I've heard from the Medjay down in the Egypt area. Just with more sand down there it seems.
Blitzø parked the van and Millie immediately jumped out to greet her parents who were already waiting for us. "MOMMA DADDY" Millie shouted while embracing her father for a hug. "YEEHAW, how's my deadly little pumpkin spice doing?" The father asked,
"I'm good Pa, thanks for letting us stay here for the harvest jamboree." Millie answered, "It's no trouble we know you aren't making as much anymore since y'all went freelance."
The mother said with quotation fingers. "Freelance pays fine mom, we're doing fine, its fine." Millie said, while she was taking we got our stuff out of the Van and by "our stuff" I mean Moxxies.
"Anyways y'all remember my husband Moxxie." Millie says throwing Moxxie towards her parents, who had upsetting face of disappointment. "greetings Lynn, Joe, how have you been with all the flaming twisters and stuff around?" Moxxie ask while holding out his hand. "We lost our old farm head to one of them terrors last week." Joe said with an angered expression,
"hehe, oh crumbs my bad I'm so sorry I didn't mean to open that wound sir." Moxxie replied. With that Me, Blitzø, and Loona were standing behind listening to the entire conversation.
"Hey watch it I'm the sir here bucko." Blitzø says to Moxxie, "Oh yeah, y'all haven't met my boss Blitzø and his hellhound, as well as our newest member." Millie introduced, "Hey I'm not just his Hellhound." Loona says a little disappointed,
"yeah she's my daughter." Blitzø states, "only on paper... y'all don't deserve to know my name." Loona said looking at her phone. Your not the only one that wasn't named.
Blitzø and I decided to walk up to everyone else. "It's a pleasure to finally meet the sperm and egg factory (shoves Moxxie away) that popped out this little gem of an assassin you two raised a sturdy bitch." Blitzø says complimenting in his way.
"hehehe, that we did. So Blitzø is it yeah that's a fine name." Joe says Shaking Blitzø's hand. "It reminds me of war." Lynn says putting her hands together and next to her head. war... WAR. I was now intrigued as war was something I was learned and grew up with, my teacher was war herself, Apollyon.
"Nothing like a little war to make a strong man." Joe continued, "... war you say?" I speak making my presence known "... can you tell predator from prey just by looking at them?" I ask, Joe and Lynn wanted to say something but stopped, "...you cant can you? Unless you see them in battle." I say, There faces go from surprised to smile,
"That is so true, you must've seen a lot of war to know that." Joe says, To much to even count. Joe holds his hand out, "So whats your name?" Joe asked, I shook his hand, "...Alexander, and im a Black Prior." I say, "I don't know what a Black Prior is, but Alex, good to know you." Joe says, bruh.
"I like you people." Blitzø says, "you know more battles were won by weapons of technological warfare. I've researched the history of weaponry extensively and its inspiring how, for example..." Moxxie continued as I and I noticed everyone else was uninterested.
This worlds of guns has been an annoyance to me so far, fucking Satan, skill and a good blade now that's combat. Soon Moxxie gets the point "... wAr FuN." "Guns get the job done but a man aint nothing if he can't tear the head off a hellish beast with only his bare hands." Joe says,
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Hell and Dahrkness (Helluva Boss/Hazbin Hotel X For Honor)
Fiksi PenggemarI haven't seen many, well actually almost ZERO STORIES about the Black Prior from For Honor. SOOOOOO why not be the first. This will be my second story created here. This will be a story about a Black Prior (BP) named Alexander, or Alex of short d...