Hooked (yandere hazbin hotel/helluva boss x angel reader) (Long Ass Break)

chapter seventy two: Western energy (pt 3)

"YOU. Don't get to talk over me!" Striker's tail strikes stolas across the face sharply, you climbed out of the mine cart coated in dust. Your ears sore from his grasp.

"I don't have to listen to your bullshit!" He slams the heel of his boots into the open wound in stolas's shoulder, driving it in further. "All you royals ever do is try to talk over us!"

Stolas was gasping in pain, with effort he tried his best to use his powers, like petrifying him til he turned too stone, but the blessed rope restricted his abilities. "Don't bother trying to use your little eye trick on me; those ropes ain't gonna let you do anything. Got somethin' to say about that? Your Highness?" He mocks pressing his heel back into stolas's open wound once more.

"Striker stop it-"

Stolas cuts you off, becoming a bit smug, "Well, you seem to be forgetting; you are working for a royal right now!" He kicks striker in the face hard, sending him back slightly, but not for long.

Striker's back at him, despite your efforts to hold him back or take the blade from him. He lifts stolas's leg, bending it a certain way before slamming his foot on it, a sickening crunch echoing through the little hide out.

Stolas winces but pushes through the pain, deciding to piss him off a bit more. "Blitzo and y/n handles me rougher than that in bed; nice try."

That was most certainly not true, you were terrified of hurting him or anybody for that manner, but that was besides the point, that seemed to set off striker a bit more.

Which resulted in another new wound on stolas's thigh, black blood seeping out, Made by striker who was absolutely put off by everything stolas was saying. Frankly so were you, but this was the man that demanded you use bear traps on him in bed.

"Blitzy's knife is bigger... and hits sooooo much deeper." Stolas says, ticking striker off more, at least he didn't involve you in that sentence.

Striker pushes off of him standing up, tail lashing violently behind himself.

"Being a smartass hmm?" Striker drawls out, grabbing a fistful of stolas's hair, holding him up. "Cause, once I split your neck open and let you choke on your own blue blood," he pulled out his blessed blade, pressing it dangerously close to his throat. "you won't be worth any more than the tombstone you'll be buried under."

Stolas smirks, a bit scared yes but he wasn't gonna let it show, "y/n says far more dirtier things to me with much sharper objects at my throat."

Ohh that wasn't true at all, but regardless he's slammed face first into striker's knee before being kicked to the side, rolling over on his side in pain he sheds a few tears.

Striker stalks off towards the brothel, that's probably where he relaxes, carefully moving towards stolas you pick his head up, placing it on your lap.

Stolas was in no condition to run or get up, and he was far too big for you to pick up, and your powers weren't exactly working, if you didn't have this stupid locked blessed bracelet on, you could easily get the both of you out of there with ease. But you couldn't, and it hurt so much seeing stolas in pain.

But there was nothing you could do about it.

~>~

"Welcome, Bingo. And this must be Tuna." Dr. Somna says, looking at his clipboard, his ears giving a little flick.

Blitzø rolls his eyes exasperated with everything and everyone, having nearly choked out a mother and her rat of a child, he didn't care if anybody got his name or loona's wrong.

"Loona, yeah. And you can hurry up, please; she isn't a fan of shots. So, let's make this quick for all our sakes." He says, setting loona down on the little bed area as Dr. Somna grabbed what was needed from his drawer.