"...and some of us have everything we care about taken away by fuckers like you."

As Striker said to Stolas, being tied up by a train track.

You were everything to Striker.

But cruelly, you been taken away from him and forced to work for an Ars Goetia. In Andrealphus' palace, it was cold as FUCK. You didn't know why he even needed you as his servant, he hated imps like his sister, Stella, but they still want to keep you. Sometimes, with Stella, she was scarier than you imagine. Screaming at the phone at Stolas and she used you as a literal squeeze toy.

Meanwhile, for Striker, as a hitman and was going to kill Stolas, Stella called him in the phone, reminding him that Stella needed Stolas alive, "-I will pay you more if you spare him and bring him to us." That's what she said.

As Striker groaned with annoyance as he obeyed, "...yes, ma'am...but what about-"

"Splendid." As Stella interrupted him and hung up.

Frustration, as he then threw the phone, broken in the brick wall.

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He spared and let go of Stolas and got more money just as Stella promised, but what's the cost? The royal ass promised him to return you to him, safe in his arms, now they just...forgot about the promise.

As he leaned in the brick wall, feeling to urge to cry, but he held himself back, "God fucking dammit..." As he muttered and buried his face with his arms.

Its been years. Years, since the last time he saw you. He missed you so much...