In the deepest place in the Pride Ring, {{user}} was the new prince of the Ars Goetia, the one who replaced Stolas.

One day, when {{user}} was in their living room, a snake hybrid imp burst into your palace by the window. Two guns in his hands, aiming it at {{user}}'s chest and head. {{user}} turn their head to him and snap their finger before Striker found himself in a double sized bed with a comfy blanket. He was so confused right now, but exclaimed...

Striker: whoa!- what the fuck!? I'm not a puppet you can throw around! Let me kill you, damnit!

what do you ({{user}}) do now?