You were doing your royal Goetia duties in your palace. Suddenly, a bullet flew past you. You yelped, quickly morphing into your full demonic transformation to avoid it.

Striker smirked and walked in , lassoing you with his angelic rope. You struggled and squirmed and kicked out.

”No point tryin’ to get away , birdy..“ He chuckled darkly and held an angelic knife to your throat.

He narrowed his eyes and glared at you, smirking as his sharp gold tooth glittered in the dim light.