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Little animation of the imp gang being spooky! 🎃

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 Striker’s tail wraps around Blitzo’s mid-section pulling him closer. (The Blitzo pony blinks in confusion one minute he was talking to Stolas: An Ares’ Goeita pony who was shamelessly flirting with him. 

The next,  he was staring into the blazing yellow eyes of peach-skinned wild Pony. His tail is rattling, Striker is in heat.     

His Older Brother (The Moxie Pony) had drilled into Blitzo two things at young age Never, and I mean Never go near a pony while they are in heat. And Never mingle with the wild and untamed ones they are ruthless- and can’t take no for an answer.

. Striker was both of them: Untamed, taking what he wants regardless of anyone else.  (The Snake pony hissed evilly cornering the Blitzo Pony (Nuzzling his cutie mark- forcing Blitzo to roll onto his back. his holves stepping on his small bat-wings. His cowboy hat shading his face as he dips down  nipping at Blitzo’s neck. He has his skull choker in his mouth. making pleased chortling sounds. 

The Blitzo Pony stares up his hooves curl into Striker’s red bandanna as he tries to push against his chest. His ruby red eyes shine as an apple drops onto Striker’s head. 

Stolas is circling them flapping his wings. Striker pushes Blitzo against the wall  so that he can’t escape. Blitzo manages to wiggle out but before he could make his escape Striker lays on top of him. Hissing at the small Ares’ Goeita that was fluttering about. 

“Go get Moxie! cries Blitzo from underneath. But Stolas enraged doesn’t seem to hear him as Striker laughs at him from the shade of the tree. 

“Did I take something precious from you”  and what is that miniature going to do? talk me to death?”  Go over what’s right and wrong, and ask me out of the goodness of his heart to give back his son.” Striker rolls his eyes laughing as  Blitzo sticks his head out. 

Stolas! Blitzo cries trying to escape. 

“No one has broken you in  yet, Blitzy it must be my lucky day”

“I am looking forward to putting my scent all over you, little one- one day you’ll be in heat too. Becoming an exceptional a superior  specimen like myself and when its time I’ll enjoy making you mine” 

Standing up, so Blitzo stood underneath him, brushing his face against Blitzo’s.  he take a lasso  that is resting on a fence.  Blitzo  backs away no longer seeing Stolas in the sky. 

Blitzo trotted backwards, trapped within the corral. His ruby red blood-wings flapping at his side. but before he could make an escape the lasso lands around his neck. Striker snickers twisting the rope. 

A blood-curdling scream echoes from Blitzo’s mouth. as a bright red horse with a black flowing mane- appears over the horizon along with a medium Ivory white sized pony with golden eyes: set ablaze. 

Millie tares down the field followed by Moxie and Stolas. Striker is dragging Blitzo towards the open corral doors. His eyes glowing as Stolas attacks Striker swooping in low. 

To Be continued. 

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A Dark beach front: was where he woke up covered in sand. Someone had dragged him here.. the bonfire simmered almost out. Suddenly a sharp fizzing sound caught his attention. he turned around as a shadow descended upon. him.  The sound of a hissing snake: became more prominent as the red moon stretched out and across rippling waters. .  A place where he can’t reach reassured a gruff voice behind him.  Blitzo turns his heart pounding in his chest as he faced off against Striker. 

The snake imp looked to be contemplating something,  how to turn Blitzo against Stolas perhaps? how to ingrain into the boss imp: that he could do so much more better, then that pompous bird dick. f “Look what they’re  reducing you to darlin, nothin but a sorry excuse of a rodeo clown” Striker purrs. But Blitzo realized: he was talking to a figment of his imagination: muddy ink dripped from the cowboy.  Blitzo moved backwards till his hand touched the cool waters.  He looks up fear marring his face as Striker kindled the small bonfire.

“Your safe here, sugar-cube. none of the rest can get us.. I won’t let them. not even that ditsy blue-blood has power here.  Blitzo gets up dusting off the wet sand. “Join with me Blitz, become my right hand and partner up with me, I will lay overlords at your feet. Starting with the one who treated you like a plaything. Darlin he is just using you, and one day you’ll open your eyes to that and I will be there to collect you.  But if you keep refusing me, then this will be your final resting place. But I don’t want that for you, Blitz. “No one will find you here- and every day you deny me, you’ll sink deeper into these murky waters.. part of the shoreline will disappear. 

“You will sink: like a weight into the ocean depths: your lungs will fill with water and you’ll drowned.  but then, at least you’ll truly be free.

“How do I make it stop?” Blitzo asks. 

“By joining up with me, you save not only your life. but the heartache your death will cause. 

Blitzo swallows thickly knowing, he couldn’t trick this dumb hick twice. but could he trust Striker?  The snake imp wasn’t giving him much of an option. Striker took off his jacket putting it around Blitzo’s shoulders. Blitzo shivers scooting closer to the bonfire as Striker brought out some food they could cook over the open camp fire. “I’ll take good care of ya boss-man, after all, aren’t I you number-one employee… he grins down at the scarlet imp. Blitzo’s had a hot-dog halfway to his mouth.  A fuzzy image of Moxie: seared through his brain, he clutched his head wincing.  “Oh I forgot to tell ya sugar-cube the longer you stay here. the more I can bend reality. Blitzo’s eyes shot open realizing he wasn’t the one in control. he was never the one in control. 

“What will it be Blitzy? A slow death or a partnership that will set Hell ablaze?”  Striker’s tail wraps around Blitzo watching as the boss imp, flinch slightly.  what the heck, he thought to himself. Moxie and Millie didn’t need him: in fact it was the other way around. 

And Loona… she clearly didn’t want him around. why had he even bothered adopting her?. and Stolas… was just using him, they were using each other. no attachments.. then why did his heart ache at the thought of leaving him?

 Could he really betray his family?

What family, he thought bitterly to himself. Everyone leaves at one point in time history had proven that.  and Striker was no different? was he?. 

Striker waited patiently for his answer.. “I can keep ya here for days, he reminds him… locked away inside your own head. In the far recess of your mind. your own demons can’t reach this far.. so what will it be Boss man? he growls pinning Blitzo to the sandy beaches. “I can make ya feel good partner? he purrs straddling Blitzo’s legs.

What did he have to lose?. The Vintage Striker asks. staring into Blitzo’s eyes.

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“Saddle up Blitzy” 

“Not so fast,  ya ditsy blue-blood”  who do you think your fooling?” growls Striker. Stepping out of the shadows.  “oh Lucifer, here comes another one thought Octavia wishing her dad would just leave the fire imp alone.  But, no he had to embarrass her. 

“Step away from the imp” growls the snake imp coming to stand behind Blitzo. A clawed hand rested on his shoulder. “I’m going to have to burn those, thinks the cowboy. his grip tightening on the scarlet devil’s shoulder. Blitzo winces as he is forcibly turned. Striker wraps his tail around Blitzo’s waist.  If the prince wasn’t careful he’d insight an Alpha fight. 

Striker flexes his claws, his arm draped over Blitzo’s chest he pulls the imp closer.  “This here is my partner and mate what do you think your trying to start?” growls the Cowboy, shoving a clawed hand down Blitzo’s shirt. He could feel Blitzo’s heart beating rapidly.  their was a blush to his cheeks. Striker just rattles off a growl before scooping Blitzo up, and throwing him over his shoulder. “Next time, Stolas you won’t be so lucky” he growls. 

Octavia thought about putting herself up for adoption. Only being seventeen, her Father was a Pro at embarrassing her. 

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Blitzo has received the book: “The Princely Vagrant unexpectedly he is thrown into a fantastical world of mythos.  Being Chased by a love-sick mer-serpent was only the beginning. Blitz is rescued by the dreaded Pirate Striker. Blitzo has been tasked with finding and saving Prince Stolas.  

Cursed as a child: “He was made to follow orders: but he went against that curse: and paid the price now his only hope is the outsider who fell from the skies.   

Striker has no intentions in letting this imp step foot on land again.  The dreaded Pirate Striker is cursed along with his three brothers. Can Blitzo break the spell save Prince Stolas and make it back home. Without starting a war. 

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Striker Bosco: (Inverse Striker: For the last time feathers" hisses the snake imp while slicing his cheek. "Tell me how many cowboy's has my rodeo clown had since I last seen him" Stolas Goeita: I don't know what the fuck your talking about" Stolas gasps as Striker conntinues to caress his cheekbone pressing the sharp blade down and slicing. Striker Bossco: Your starting to get under my skin, ya filthy Goeita. Striker grits his teeth his eyes blazing with a fiery jealousy. as his tail whips around to slap Stoals across the face. Striker Bossco: No matter, I'll just ake everything from ya, first being those pretty red, you won't be able to defend yourself you sniveling prick!

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Netherworldly: The Rift: Chibi Vladmir is back! Along with Vampire Hunter Ryder Valentine

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Welcome to Wrath: this year is going to be wild: Look for me in "The Rift" As I will be battling Canon Striker: for tittle of the most feared outlaw in Wrath!. Trust me. I'll find ya Blitzy... Now that I got you in my sights"

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The Dancer and the Assassin

Meanwhile back at the Devil's Backbone: an isolated ranch located out in the far recess of Wrath. Known for its stark alabaster beauty: The Devil's backbone ran the length of nine acres. Nine acres of dried up desert heat. It was out in the middle of nowhere. Where heat sickness was a common disease. And the chances of anyone finding you was slim to nil. It was Striker's hideout. The outlaw had millions of them, scattered throughout the seven rings of hell. The Devil's backbone was home to Blitzo Nash as well. A former boss imp who was out to prove everyone wrong. He had every intention in clearing his name.... correction once he had every intention of clearing his name. But over the years things had changed, the scarlet imp was skillful, resilient and resourceful. But could never run fast enough to get out of Striker's looming shadow.

While Moonlighting as a famous NASCAR Racer, a speed demon on the Devil's Circuit. Numerous overlords came from all around, frothing at the mouth eager to sponsor the scarlet speedster. That took hell by storm. Eighteen and without seemingly a care in the world. Blitzo Nash became a rising star: in the NASCAR industry. Blitzo was a adrenaline junkie. Fizzorolli could've sworn Blitzo was born with gasoline in his veins: by how much Blitzo enjoyed burning rubber as he tore up the race track. Nothing could hold him back and the confidence Blitz extruded was contagious.

But then tragedy striked on the race tracks. Fizzorolli's living nightmare comes to life. As he slowly pulls the unconscious body of his child hood friend from the burning wreckage. The warped and twisted metal of his NASCAR smoldered in the dimly lit stadium. Fizzorolli's breath catches in his throat and under the ember glow of the defiant fire-lit torches that blazed high in the jet black skies. Blitzo's injuries were visiable, A large crack split the center of his obsidian helmet. Fizzorolli panicked, He couldn't tell if Blitz was breathing-or not. His body was too still. As the hushed whispers from the surrounding auidance burned his ears. … as he clutched onto Blitzo screaming his name into the still night. . As the ambulances... wailing siren could be heard in the background. Blitzo's memories were fragmented, due to a fractured skull. It would take two decades for the scarlet devil to reclaim his racing tittle. But he would never recover from the devil's bargin. A bargin he wish he never made, A deal he struck with a vengful snake. While suffering through years of painful rehibilitation. Blitzo finally turns his back on I.M.P. the snake was determined to keep Blitz all to himself. And, he had a way to break the rodeo

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I am very tempted at Writing a fanfiction about this. 

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Question: Where would one go to get a Hellvua Boss Striker Plushie?.

I am looking to buy a Hellvua Boss Striker Plushie. where would I go to buy one. I've already tried Amazon. Any suggustions?

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Is it okay I can use Long as is not a fan page

What are you wanting to use?

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Striker gritted his tethe as glass sprayed across his face. he turned to face the boss imp. with a snarl in his throat. He had to convince the boss imp to stray. If he could slither his way back into Blitz's heart. Make him doubt his love for Stolas. He'd gain the upper hand. Striker imagine's what life would be like with Blitz by his side. He'd break the stubborn imp the same way he broke Bombproof. it was only a matter of time before they'd meet again and this time, Blitzy wouldn't be getting away.

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Fizz: Uh who are you?.

Striker: I'm Blitzy's wet dream who are you?.

Blitz: Fuck me, this is not happening!"

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Striker: I wil prove that I'm loyal "to myself" Striker whispered under his breath while searching the streets for the perfect target. It didn't take long before he spotted them. brawling in the streets. "it had been a long time, and Striker was itchin to miss with Blitz once again. what a fine oppertunity to stake my claim thought the cowboy with an evil smirk. As he quickly went to work securing his target. "well, well well, two for the price of one"

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Dark Stoliz

With many failed attempts at removing the mark in question Stolas begins to subjugate Blitzo to various painful methods/techniques.  Under the guise of a patient lover  he forces Blitzo undergo numerous painful procedures to remove the mark. All unsucessful.  Stolas begins to dispair.  He will have to resort to extreme measures to remove the mark.  These procedures cause Blitzo to black out. Stolas is able to manipulate the situation to his favor.  Meanwhile just down the hall adjacent to her parents bedroom Octavia finds herself at a crossroads unsure of what to do. She could hear the blood-curdling screams  echoing down a long  dark corridor.  That led to her father’s observery. Ever since she was little, she always had a feeling that something was dreadfully amiss. Her father was a constant beacon of  light Chasing away  the creeping nightmares.  But now as she quietly listened to those dreadful screams of anguish. 

From the moment she took her first breath and her little pinky curled over the prince’s.  She was daddy’s little girl. His little owlet, his star-fire, what he was attempting to do was wrong wasn’t it?.  She thought about calling Loona.--But would hellhound even care or would she dismiss it.  It could be an exaggeration And what about her mother?  Where did she stand in all of this?. Stolas had lost himself; she had found the happy pills. While snooping in her parents bedroom. She was so distraught upon finding them. She wasn’t thinking when she pocketed them.  The prince was slowly losing his mind… he was becoming more and more paranoid.  But he had to keep up his happy charade. The prince was delusional if he thought Blitzo could make him happy.  Octavia soon found herself swept away in a whirlwind of  her own rampant thoughts. She was in a panic, she really didn’t want to go up against her father and if Blitz made him happy what was one imp in the grand scheme of things. But deep down she knew that he was wrong. It was wrong to keep someone prisoner against their  will.  But wasn’t Stolas helping the Boss imp?. Wasn’t this all part of the plan?.  She wasn’t oblivious, she knew what was going on. She didn’t approve. But she also knew that Stolas was happy for the first time… in a long time. And if Blitz made him happy she’d try and support them.  But she had this sinking feeling that something  was off. That the prince and the pauper’s love was one-sided.  It was a gnat inside her head that wouldn’t leave her alone. It bugged her.  Which side did she stand on?. She didn’t know Blitz that well.  Which parent should she support?  Octavia knew she would have to make a hard decision. An impossible one, one she couldn’t fathom just yet.  As her opinion of Blitzo was black and white.  Cut and paste.  Due to her mother’s intense tutelage.  She was convinced that Blitzo was  the sole reason why  her parents were constantly fighting.  The Divorce: a verbal threat that hung in the air threatened to tear her family apart. Neither Stolas nor Stella asked her what her thoughts were.  She was seventeen. Ignoring the elephant in the room.  She was clueless but not blind. She chose not  to see, not to hear: the constant bickering. Nor acknowledge the devastating truth before her. Blitzo was the catylst.  But did he really deserve to be tortured?  What was going on behind closed doors?  And why were both parents so secretive? Octavia felt invisable.  She felt the crushing weight of anxiety and sadness. And knew her parents' marriage was doomed.    With Blitzo it seemed like her father didn’t need his happy pills, but upon hearing those pitiful shrill  cries tapering off into whimpering sobs  she wondered about her father’s sanity. 

Slowly the prince descends into madness. Losing his grip on reality.  There were days when she noticed  as he walked past her.  The disheveled appearance hinted at his unhinged state of mind.  As he softly mutters to himself.  Having spent the majority of the night stewing in his own misery. hyper-focused on Blitzo’s dilema.  Whatever had occurred at the harvest moon festival  was weighing heavily upon her father’s mind. Causing him to toss and turn.  The prince in turn was taking it out on his impish little playing.  He began altering their deal. Forcing the scarlet imp to choose. A choice that Blitz was waging an internal battle. One that he kept private from his employees. Blitz began distancing himself.  Going on more solo missions and ignoring any communication from the Cowboy. As he struggled with Stolas’s propersition.  Weighing the odds. Family, business, the sense of secruity and the uncomfortable topic at hand. Or plunging head first into the unknown and being tethered to a single demon for the rest of enternity. A concept that Blitzo dreaded.  Could Stolas help him? Should he trust the owl prince?  He didn’t want to be trapped in a loveless pitfall.  

There was a primal  darkness lurking within. One only a select  few got to see. It simmers just beneath the surface.  She saw it simmering in his eyes. As she crept downstairs to the enormous den peaking around the corner she noticed the prince was still awake and deep in thought a talon swirling in a canter of green absithne. Nothing  that he tried had succeeded in working.  And his paitent was becoming anxious and unruley. If he didn’t act fast.  There was no doubt in his mind that the Cowboy would begin to ask questions.  Something the owl prince couldn’t afford to answer. He sought to sever the link between the cunning outlaw and his private bodygurad. The gnawing obsession only grew. The more he tried to escape the more he found himself caught in a web of his own making. It was a maddening sight to behold as Blitz tried to rebuke him at every turn as second thoughts  creeped into his mind.

But as he confronted Stolas. The owl prince would continuously shut him down.  The Boss imp still believing he was the one in control had elevated the situation.  Stolas only had to twist his words around. To cause confusion. Blitzo was beside himself, not knowing where to turn, who to trust.  Stolas uses that against him. Preying upon Blitzo’s insecurities and vulnerabilities. And when the prince stumbled upon the cure and the answers to his demented prayers. He couldn’t help but smile fiendishly.  His garnet eyes flashing with vindictive glee as he stared into his open grimoire.