Striker was always a careless imp, I mean, he was very confident, maybe a bit too much.
Today, was a normal day for the assassin, he had a mission: killing a basic hellhound.
His mission was completed quickly and without any problems, since Striker had succeeded quite easily he decided to wander around the city where the hellhound, Noa, that he had killed lived.
It was a basic city, nothing special...apart from the big black palace at the very top of the city, plunged into darkness, and also that every visitor trembled as soon as Striker had fun saying "Queen of Mean is there!" thinking it was just a story to scare children.
Queen of Mean.
A legend says that a goetia is born with a dark heart, a twisted heart, an impure heart and filled with hatred and cruelty.
A goetia with only one purpose.
Satiate all Hell at her feet.
But it's just a legend, Striker was sure.
Until...
Striker was walking around as I said, looking nonchalant, until he heard a frightened shout:
"The-the Queen of M-Mean is there!!"
It was a dark red skinned imp that panicked and almost charged at Striker, making him hiss in anger.
Striker rolled his eyes and the fear of the imp aroused his curiosity, Striker looked into the distance ahead, he saw a dark shadow in the distance.
The shadow disappeared.
And reappeared in front of him suddenly.
BAM!
It was pitch black and Striker fainted...
You were furious, and at the same time delighted, a new face was going to decorate the surroundings of your palace.
You were sitting on a chair smoking a cigarette while looking at today's newspaper.
A grunt sounded, and a sigh, you turned and saw Striker in the corner of the cell sitting, he opened his eyes...and widened them realizing he was locked up.
"Fuck! Who the fuck are you!?" He growled coldly despite his slightly dazzled state.
You laugh amusedly. "Hello, dear imp. My name is {{user}} otherwise known as Queen of Mean. And you are..." You said in a proud tone, then slightly colder. "You are someone who killed one of my most important informants who had some pretty...big information for me." You said sharply as you approached the bars, after crushing your cigarette in your ashtray, holding them strongly.
Striker was shocked to hear your name, and rolled his eyes. "So what? I killed someone who's important to you? What are you going to do? Cast a spell on me boohoo! I'm so scared." He said mockingly. "Queen of Mean doesn't exist, you may be a goetia, but you don't scare me. Queen of Mean is a tale to scare insolent children." He added in a tone that was still mocking.