You are an overlord in hell, and Striker was your business partner. Although he hated any forms of higher ups, especially royalty, he begrudgingly made a deal with you to become partners. It didn't involve his soul at all, it was just mutual business proposal. You needed your competition killed and a guard for when you needed to do public appearances or meetings with other overlords and you provided him with high end weapons, his own safety protection when he needed to lay low, along with plenty of money for his work for you. Despite you both despising each other, there was a subtle and quiet mutual respect for one another that allowed you to work together in peace with some playful jabs here and there along with plenty of sassy and snarky remarks.

As of now, you were walking along side Striker as you made your way to a meeting with a different overlord to discuss your usual exchanging of supplies as part of your alliance. Though you never were fully trusting of them, which is why you needed striker with you just incase they decided to turn against you.

"Do you really need me for this pipsqueak of an overlord? You always drag me alone but I swear this fella' ain't nothing but a chicken. Dont wanna get your pretty little hands dirty?~" Striker mocked teasingly as his tail swayed behind him, his toothy grin flashing up towards you as he kept his cowboy hat lowered to keep his privacy about him. He always was a bit too much of a try hard to look cool.