[kicking the door to the office] IM HERE SLUTS!

Y/n! Get ready were leaving for Wrath.

Wait what?

Stolas invited us to go the this harvest moon festival, so that's exactly what were gonna do.

I see... Where's Mox and Millie. Aren't they from wrath?

[Appearing from break room] We're right here!

Morning Mox, I'm assuming your excited to go to wrath?

Yes! But Millie is WAYYYY more excited, she can barely contain herself.

MOX, WHERES YOUR FUCKING OUTFIT!?!

Moxxie: I'll put it on sir! Just give me a minute.

We need outfits?

Uh yeah, didn't you see my message.

No

Of fucking course. Look figure something out I know that nasty shit inside your body can do something.

I can probably think of something.

[You walked into the breakroom, catching Millie putting the final touches to her outfit.]

[Patting her head] Hey Cowgirl~.

Y/n! Since when did you get here?

Just got here. You excited for wrath?

HELL YEAH!!! You get to meet Ma and Pa, ohhh even some of my siblings!

Sounds fun. [Looking at Millie's Outfit] My my Millie, you know how to dress yourself up! The whole thing manages to be cute and sexy at the same time.

Keep talking like that and I might do something I won't regret~.

[Millie presses her ass against your member]

And I know you wont to~.

Easy there partner, wait till were out of the office.

[Millie pouts in disappointment, you gave her a quick kiss on the cheek to make up for it. Moxxie then walks in with his outfit on.]

[Whistling] Jeez Mox, you know how to put yourself together.

Oh please Y/n, this is nothing compared to everyone else.

No dude, you look great!

He looks so handsome.

Thanks guys... So uh Y/n. You have an outfit?

No not yet. I can just figure something out.

[You let the biomass shift around giving you a new outfit. You decide to take inspiration from one of your old games you played. You copied the way Dutch van der Linde looked minus the hat.]

This'll do, right guys.

[Millie just stares at you blushing.]

Holy Shit Y/n, YOU'RE FUCKING HOT!

Why thank you Moxxie!

[Millie goes to the breakroom fridge, she grabs a cold bottle of water and pours it on herself, an audible sizzle can be heard.]

So where's Loona?

[Steam coming off her head] S-shes down at the van...

Ill be there then, if blitz comes looking for me tell him I'm at the van.

Will do Y/n.

[You walked over to the I.M.P van, opening the door]

[laying down and covering her eyes] Watch it asshole your getting the sun in my face!

[Smiling] And good morning to you Fuckface.

[Shooting up] Y/n!

[Loona grabs your arm and pulls you into the back of the van. You managed to close the van door with your foot.]

[Snuggling into the crook of your neck] I Missed you...

[snuggling closer to her] You can visit anytime, remember?

I know its just... I dont want Blitz to think that there's anything going on between us. You know how he is.

[Grabbing Loona's Ass] Yeah... Lets have some fun before they get here!

[Grabbing your face] You're on!

[The both of you spent 10 minutes in the back of the van Groping each other in all the right places. You Kissed, grinded, bumped, humped, and fondled in a short time frame. You and Loona were essentially have a fuck session in clothes but that didn't stop the both of you. You sadly had to stop your escapades the moment you heard Blitzo Outside the van talking shit to Moxxie as usual. Loona gets off of you and fixes her hair and clothes, you just laid there catching your breath.]

[Opening the driver door] And its not like you do any be- AH FUCK IT SMELLS LIKE HORMANES IN HERE!

Maybe if you WASHED THE FUCKING CAR BETTER! it wouldn't smell so bad.

But I just fucking Washed it this morning.

[Blitzo the grabs a can of air freshener from the glove compartment. He sprays the van for too long that it makes you and Loona cough.]

[coughing] C-Chill out with the fucking air freshener Blitz, were demons not jews.

Ugh, it still fucking smells. Might actually have to kill myself if I have to drive with this smell.

[Jumping into the Front seat] LESS BITCHING MORE DRIVING!

[Moxxie sits next to Millie. He then tosses you a baggie. You opened it and saw fruit snack.]

FRUIT SNACKS, I FUCKING LOVE FRUIT SNACK!

GIVE ME SOME!

NO!

[Growling]

[Taking out your claws]BACK OFF BITCH!!!

[You and Loona started fighting in the back off the van, Moxxie and Millie laugh while Blitzo starts driving towards Wrath.]

[After Hours of fighting a driving you finally made it to the Rough N' Tumbleweed Ranch. The I.M.P. van pulls up in front of two Imps.]

Mama! Daddy!

[Millie gets out of the van and happily runs toward her parents. Her father hugs her and spins her around before placing her down.]

Yeeeee-hawwww! How's my deadly little pumpkin spice doing?

[Joe ruffles Millie's hair affectionately.]

I'm good, Pa! Thanks for lettin' us stay here for the harvest jamboree.

It's no trouble. We know you aren't making as much anymore since y'all went "freelance".

Freelance pays fine, Ma! We're doin' fiiiiine! [serious] It's fine.

[Millie walks over to Moxxie, who is struggling to carry luggage.]

Anyway, y'all remember my husband Moxxie?

[Millie shoves a nervous Moxxie in front of her parents. They stare at him in disapproval.]

Hmph.

Oh and this is my other partner Y/n!

[You walked up and stood next to Moxxie. Millie's parents looked at you with approval.]

Mildred, You don't mind if I borrow the big one do you?

Huh?

Yeah, its fine. Only if he's ok with it.

Uh, sure. its cool.

Perfect~

Well um...Greetings, Lin! Joe! How have you been, uh, with all the... flaming twisters and stuff around here? [nervously holds out his hand]

We lost our old farm hand to one of them terrors last week.

(laughs nervously) Oh, crumbs. My bad! I am so sorry. I- I didn't mean to open that wound... sir.

Hey, watch it! I'm the "sir" here, bucko!

Oh yeah! Y'all haven't met my boss Blitzo! And his hellhound!

I'm not just his hellhound.

Yeah, she's my daughter! [pulls Loona to his side]

Only on paper.

[Blitzo walks away to greet Millie's parents.]

[pulls out smartphone and begins typing] Y'all don't deserve to know my name.

[Blitzo walks over to Millie's parents.]

It's a pleasure to finally meet the sperm and egg factory [shoves you and Moxxie away] that popped out this little gem of an assassin. You two raised a [playfully elbows Millie] sturdy bitch!

(chuckles) That we did! So... Blitzo, is it? Heh heh. That's a fine name.

[Blitzo and Joe shake hands]

It reminds me of war.

[sighs happily] Nothing like a little war to make a strong man! [flexes bicep]

I like you people.

Y'know... more battles were won by technological advances in warfare. I've researched the history of weaponry extensively, and it's inspiring how... for example, the progression of guns utilizing angelic technology has changed the landscape of Hell's combative...

Not only that there are even some good living world examples. Like during World War 2, when the U.S entered the war. American war production and its ability to churn out an astounding number of bombers, tanks and warships was possibly the key war-winning factor, say some historians, who point out American factories produced more airplanes than all of the other major war powers combined.

Exactly! The Capabilities for technology to adapt to its current environment provides...

[Millie makes a "cut it out" motion with her hands. Joe crosses his arms.]

I mean... [deep, awkward voice] War fun!

Guns get the job done... but a man ain't nothin' if he can't tear the head off a hellish beast with only his bare... hands!

Eh not really.

And what do you mean by that?

Being a man is when you have to adapt to your obstacles all while managing it with a smiling face. Act like a gentleman, and treat others with respect that is earned. Not senseless violence and slaughter. I'm pretty that makes Moxxie a man as well.

Hmph

HAAAA! He's right, Moxxie! [speaks baby talk] You got cute wittle baby hands like your baby dick!

[Blitzo grabs Moxxie's hand and reaches toward his crotch. Moxxie slaps his arm away.]

Refrain... sir.

Speakin' of strong hands, y'all should meet our newest help. Hey! Striker!

[Black flaming hooves clop rapidly on the ground. An Imp's spiky tail whips a black horse's flank. An Imp wearing a cowboy hat rides a black hell horse with a fiery mane. The horse leaps over a fence. The horse rears up and roars in front of the group. Striker tips his hat in greeting, a stalk in his mouth.]

Well, howdy! Oh, lookie here! You must be the famous Mildred!

[Striker gets off the horse and walks toward Millie.]

Heard some good things about you from your folks, little lady. [winks]

Ohhh! [laughs sheepishly]

[Striker shakes Millie's hand.]

What're y'all doin' so far away from Imp City? Heh. The free workin' finally slowin' down?

Oh no! Freelance isn't free! It's a--... Never mind. We're just visitin' for the festival. The prince is our boss' [in a dramatic voice] boyyyyfrieeeend!

Millie, I am not above hitting a female in front of her daddy.

Boss, huh...? Ohhh, so YOU'RE the bold imp to start his own killing biz?

Yeah, well if you're good at somethin', you should probably capitalize.

Not many Imps start businesses on their own. That's pretty impressive, sir.

Oh...! Yeah? It is-- I- I- I guess- I guess it is, isn't it?

So you even conned that ditzy blueblood into gettin' you to the surface?

[Striker and Blitzo shake hands.]

Well, it's long and complicated, but the short answer is yes. But he's not like, you know-- W- We're y- We're not, like... We're not doing it... We w- What's betw- It's a transactional fucking, you see.

[Blitzo makes a sexual motion with his hands.]

Y'know... you boys should enter the Pain Games!

[Blitzo scuttles sideways over to Joe.]

I heard games! What games? I'm in!

Every harvest festival, there's a competition to be the roughest, toughest bastard in Wrath!

[Millie crosses her arms and pouts.]

Yeah! Wish I could play!

Millie, you know you get too carried away. The last competition ended in fifteen separate funerals.

I'm aware, but I only caused nine of them! How come Sallie May still gets to compete?

Your sister doesn't have a neighborhood head count.

She so does!

[Sallie May carries a sack and a small imp drags an Imp body in the background.]

[sing-song voice] It doesn't count if they don't find the bodyyyyyy!

[Millie seethes.]

Still, you get to root for her and your brothers, and now you can cheer on your boss!

[Moxxie puts a hand on Lin's shoulder.]

Y'know, she can also cheer for me.

[wheeze-laughs and slaps his leg] ...Wait, you?

Yeah! I can compete, can't I?

[Lin elbows him hard in the side. Moxxie tears up in pain.]

Mox, you good?

[Whimpering in pain] no...

Sorry, boy, but I don't think sensitive, thespian types would last very long in the games.

I was born here, too! [drawls] I have some fight in me!

[Striker puts a hand on Moxxie's shoulder]

Huh. Well then, little fella... Why don'tcha help me wrangle one o' them hogs for dinner?

[Striker mentions to a large sleeping hell hog in a pigpen.]

Simple. Watch me!

[Striker grins and hands Moxxie a dagger and rope.]

Nah... with these. Bullets can't pierce the shell. You gotta get the knife underneath and pry yourself an openin'.

[Moxxie gulps.]

Oh! Right, right. I knew that.

[Blitzo leans in toward Moxxie and grabs his shoulders. Moxxie's eyes twitch.]

Now, just remember, your rep with the in-laws is on the line here! So, no pressure at all, you totally will not make an ass of yourself in front of everyone important in your life. Go get 'em, tiger.

Y/n: No remorse, no surrender. Remember that Moxxie!

[Blitzo shoves Moxxie forward.]

Ohhh.

Mox, you don't need to do this!

Oh, he totally does. KICK ITS ASS, MOXXIE! YEAAAAAAAAAAAH!!

[Blitzo cheers as Moxxie enters the pen. He nervously walks forward, knife in hand. Moxxie leaps forward and wraps the rope around the hog's neck. He moves the knife down and it strikes harmlessly against the hog's hide. The hog roars and runs around, trying to buck Moxxie off.]

FUCK yeah, Moxxie! Ride it, Moxxie! Make it that bitch you won't call back in the morning!

[Loona grins and records a video on her phone.]

This is fucking beautiful.

He's got this

Doin' great, Moxxie! [whispers to Loona] Send me that video later.

[Millie watches in concern as Moxxie yelps.]

[looking at you] How 'bout you? You wanna take a shot at it?

I guess. [hopping over the fence] Shouldnt be hard enough.

Ballsy move to do it bare handed.

It's whatever...

Your funeral.

[You walked up to the hog, it immediatly sense danger and starts thrashing everywhere.]

Fuckin' pigs hate every single one of them.

You Cant sweet talk it too death boy, HAHA!

[You took out your blade arm and sliced the hogs head clean off, its body twitches. Everyone except the I.M.P crew is suprised. You then picked up the hog and handed it to Striker]

Well I'll be damned. There's more to ya than meets the eye.

Uh huh...

[Striker stands over Moxxie, his spade tail rattling like a snake.]

Don't worry, little one... You never stood a chance.

[Striker walks away with the dead hog over his shoulder. Moxxie growls at him.]

Hey, boss man! You wanna help the men skin this thing for dinner?

Oh, I am always down to skin the manly meat with the manly men!

That's what she said!

What "who said"? Wait, what bitch is talking shit about me?!

[Everyone but You, Millie and Moxxie leave for the house with the demon hog. Moxxie sighs sadly with his arm in a cast. Millie comforts him.]

Don't let 'em get to you. And hey, you don't need my parents to respect you. They will eventually.

No, they won't.

[Millie glares at her]

: What? I'm right, ain't I?

[drawl] Oh, I'mma enter in those games.

[Millie sighs sadly.]

Hmm, how pissed would you be if I bet on him dyin'?

Pissed

And whos the bigger one?

That's Y/n.

Hi.

Now you look like a fucking challenge. I hope ill be seeing you at the games.

[Millie glares at her again.]

[You walked over to the Harvest Festival. Wally Wackford stands on stage with a microphone and speaks dramatically.]

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.]

[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.]

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 Blitzo glares.]

Ugh. Fuck me.

[A gun goes off and the games begin. Moxxie gets trampled with a yelp as the other imps race down the trail. You picked moxxie up.]

Don't worry Moxxie, I got you.

Thanks

[Striker climbs up a wooden ramp structure while Blitzo leaps down ahead of him. Moxxie tries to catch up.]

Hey get on my back.

What? Why?

Just do it.

[Moxxie gets on your back, you suddenly leaped over the wall and landed in a puddle. A shark tries to attack it but you punched it in its snout, leaving you alone.]