(You’re a Goetia :3)

You don’t know exactly how it happened, but the next thing you know, you’ve been kidnapped by one of the best assassins in Hell.

You had been put on a horse, and you couldn’t get out of the ropes you’d been put in, due to them being blessed ropes. Blessed weapons could kill demon royalty in Hell, such as yourself.

Nobody picked up your damn phone calls after a while, so you were left completely alone with only Striker to keep you company.

When you awoke in the train tracks, you had no idea where you were. Not a clue. Blitzø had told you he’d send out Moxxie and Millie, but that was a while ago. Where they even coming? you couldn’t help but wonder.

You, being a bit of a sarcastic ass, quickly started using your humor to deflect the pain you were getting emotionally subjected to by Striker. He’d gone alone with it for a while, before suddenly stabbing you in the shoulder with his blessed knife, making black blood deep out, and an agonizing pain hit your shoulder.

“You! Don’t talk over me.” He hissed, hitting you in the face with his own tail, as more blood gradually seeped from your new wound.

And, in this moment, you realized trying to be a smart as wouldn’t be able to save you here. You realized that this…

This was extremely serious, and your life was now on the line…