Scene cuts to the Harvest Festival. Wally Wackford stands on stage with a microphone and speaks dramatically.
Wally Wackford: Welcome, I say-a, welcome-a... all to Wrath-a Ring's-a annual-a Harvest-a Moon-a... a-Festival! To kick things up, we have the great prince Stolas-a, here to usher in this here Pain Games!
Stolas takes the microphone from Wally Wackford.
Stolas: *chuckles* How kind, Wackford. Greetings, tiny... Wrath Ring Imps! I hereby welcome you all to another year of celebrating the spoils of your labor that continue to feed the citizens of Hell!
A crowd of Imps glare at him and boos are heard.
Stolas: I'm happy to kick off the start of these games that will challenge the toughest Imps to show their skill in dominance. Good luck to you all! Especially that sexy little one there... Yoo-hoo! Blitzy!
Stolas waves at him while Blitzø glares.
Blitzø: Ugh. Fuck me.
Wally Wackford: I say, I say, is that a human I-a see-a?
Everyone turns their attention to Y/N as he was prepping himself up for the event.
Wally Wackford: Well-a, ain't that-a something? Looks like the games-a are-a going to be interesting-a!
Loona: *thinking* N/N, please... Be careful.
A gun goes off and the games begin. Moxxie gets trampled with a yelp as the other imps and Y/N race down the trail. Striker climbs up a wooden ramp structure while Blitzø leaps down ahead of him. Moxxie tries to catch up. He claws at the structure and falls into a small puddle. He gets chewed up and thrashed by a monstrous black and white shark. With Y/N, he watched as the others climbed and closed his eyes.
Y/N: *thinking* Remember your training, N/N. Find the sweet spot.
With that, he opens his eyes and was able to find them. Quickly and carefully, he grabbed the spots and began to climb, impressing everyone. In the next shot, Striker grins smugly at Blitzø who has his legs, arms and horns tied behind him. A muscular Imp holds a rope and grins at a scared Moxxie. Striker, Blitzø, Y/N, and Moxxie team up in a tug of war match. Moxxie falls into the water and the shark attacks him again. The scene cuts to a wrestling match in the mud between Blitzø and Striker. A group of imps do a football huddle on top of Moxxie. The shark leaps over the fence and begins to elbow drop Moxxie.
Moxxie: MOTHERFUC-
Y/N grabs him and pushes him out of the way.
Moxxie: Thank you, N/N.
Y/N: Leave him to me.
Moxxie: N/N, no!
Y/N charges ahead to the shark.
Y/N: Come on. Give me a challenge!
Wally Wackford: I say, I say, for the first year ever, we have a tie for winner of the Harvest Moon Pain Games! And it seems the human is handling himself very well out there!
Stolas takes the microphone from Wally Wackford.
Stolas: The winners are... Striker, Y/N, and my darling Blitzy!
Stolas walks onto the stage and does a pose as the crowd cheers.
Blitzø: Just say my name RIGHT! Fuckin' dick!
Blitzø walks onto the stage in frustration. Meanwhile, inside the cottage, Moxxie glumly walks up some stairs. Moxxie notices light shining through the bottom of a door.
Moxxie: Well, that's troubling.
Moxxie opens the door and peers around. He notices the light coming from a box. He walks over and sees a rifle with glowing designs in an open gun case.
Moxxie: Oh, my crumbs!
He runs his hand along the side of the rifle.
Moxxie: A genuine carmine crafted blessing-tipped rifle! How... How in the fuck did he get one o' these?!
Striker leans against the door frame behind him.
Striker: Why don't you ask me, little dude?
Moxxie: Shit! W- Why do you have this... mister?! You are aware this kind of weapon can kill-
Striker: ... demon royalty?
Moxxie: Yes. That.
Striker: No shit. *flicks his wheat stalk away* That's kinda the point.
Striker runs his claws along the door. He closes the door and advances menacingly toward Moxxie with a grin.
Moxxie: Okay. 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 grabs Moxxie by the throat.
Moxxie: -DATED!
Striker wraps his tail around Moxxie's neck. He tosses Moxxie hard against the wall. He chokes Moxxie on the floor as Moxxie hisses and tries to claw at him. Striker holds him down with his body weight. Moxxie glances over to see a lamp on a table. He kicks the table and the lamp crashes into Striker. Millie hears the crash from outside. Moxxie stands up and races toward the door. He pulls the door open but Striker roughly pulls him back by his tail. Striker covers Moxxie's mouth and begins to strangle him. Striker chuckles evilly as Moxxie begins to lose consciousness.
Striker: *smirks* Pathetic.
Millie appears behind Striker and stabs him in the back with a knife. Moxxie collapses to the floor. A feral, enraged Millie stabs Striker repeatedly in the back. She leaps onto his back and holds the knife at his neck. Striker slams Millie off against the wall, breaking her arm. A bleeding Millie collapses next to Moxxie. Moxxie reaches his hand towards Millie.
Moxxie: *weakly* Millie...
Striker grabs both of them by their hair and tosses them into a cellar. Millie cries out as her foot gets caught in a bear trap.
Striker: I'd kill y'all, but I feel like there's more leverage with your rodeo clown of a boss if I don't! Plus, you little things ain't worth the cleanup.
Moxxie runs up the stairs, but Striker closes the cellar doors. Moxxie tries to push the doors, but they won't budge.
Moxxie: *worried* Millie!
Moxxie runs down the stairs to Millie, assessing her.
Moxxie: *worried* Oh, Satan!
Millie: Moxxie, I'm fine! I got worse than this during the flower tufts at my brother's weddin'. But I caught that fuckin' bouquet, and it was fuckin' worth it! You just have to get out there, and fuck up that brownnosin' cocksucker for me!
Moxxie: But I can't break through it. I'm not strong enough.
Millie: Not with your hands, baby. Use what you're good at.
Moxxie: I'm not good with my hands?
Millie raises an eyebrow with an unamused expression.
Moxxie: Oh. Right. Yeah. Yeah.
Moxxie pulls out a pistol and fires a hole in the door. He pushes the doors open.
Moxxie: I... I probably should've used this earlier, huh?
Millie: I love you, hun... But, for fuck's sake!
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HELLUVA BØSS: I.M.P.'s Human Assassin (Loona Lovelorn x Male Human Reader)
Fanfiction(This story is inspired by a good friend of mine @fearmegu. Go support their stories and follow them to view more interesting stories.) After being abused and neglected by his old family, a young human male was given a new family of demons and devel...
