How did we get ourselves into this mess?? It's actually a Funny or should I say crazy story.
Ickis and his friends venture to Hell to retrieve the dragonballs after an unseen demon thief steals them. But who took them? Nearly everybody in Hell had...
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30 minutes early
Striker had been lounging in his small home. He listened to an order from client, as he opened up the fridge and grabbed a beer.
"Yeah alright," He said nodding. "I'm on it."
He sat down on the couch and took a swig from his beer, still mumbling to himself.
"Mortals in hell...that's something that don't happen everyday."
He then startled when he heard an explosion in the other tunnels.
Striker perked up his head at the sounds of the explosion. He set his beer down and moved from the couch.
He walked over to the window, peering out at the area and seeing the light from the explosion illuminating the land in the tunnel.
"What the hell are these kids doing?" He grumbled to himself, rubbing the area in-between his eyes.
Damn it all I just wanna relax after one damn job. Why they gotta come into my area and make a mess!
The imp assassin/bounty hunter had slipped away hidden to watch the group.
These had to be the mortals that his client told him about. All he had to do was watch for a bit, then take them by surprise.
Striker observed from the shadows, his gaze following the group of teens as they took in the eerie sight of the cavern. Definitely the mortals.
He couldn't help but chuckle softly. They seemed oddly out of place here, and a bit too fascinated by the deadly environment.
Stupid kids. Don't they know this is deadly for mortals?
Striker leaned against the wall, remaining concealed in the shadows, as he continued to watch their every move. He would wait for the perfect moment to strike, but he was content to observe their clueless exploration for the time being.
Striker stepped out of the shadows, holding Ickis by his ears like a ragdoll. He chuckled, looking at the group of mortals with a nonchalant demeanor.
"Why don't you ask me little ladies?" Striker's sharp eyes darted between them all, taking in their surprised expressions and the monsters they held.
And this is where I was caught off guard. Like we needed more trouble to add to our list.
Beth, trying to maintain some semblance of composure, managed to find her voice. "W-who are you?", she stuttered, her gaze fixed upon the unfamiliar imp.
Striker smirked, amused by the young fairy's nervousness. "Name's Striker, little lady," he drawled, his grip on Ickis' ears not relaxing.
He took a moment to survey the group, his gaze lingering on their various features. "And what are a bunch of mortals like you doin' in the Wrath ring?"
