#baphomet oc

The second year of the Angel invasion is when things become clear.

This situation wasn't going to change.

The angels hit hard in the other rings, turning them into ruins. All the sins left to the Pride ring to fight in the front lines, leaving their kingdoms ripe for picking.

Shockingly, Lust is one of the few rings still standing. This was thanks to Fizzaroli along with the few succubi that he worked with.

Striker guessed being the lover of a deadly sin will get you some status.

Speaking of Fizz, he was not happy when he saw him.

He heard Blitz and he arguing about Striker, the clown saying he was untrustworthy and how he literally tried to kill them both; which was fair.

Blitz argued that they need all the help they can get, especially with the rumors that angels are not the only thing to worry about.

There were rumors that the mafia in Greed were trying to go into the other rings for new territory and if that wasn't enough, there has been talk that theOverlords of the Vees are somehow leaving Pride.

So, yeah. There were few options.

It became an enemy of my enemy situation, and we all know how those go.

Which suits Striker fine, he had other things to deal with.

The loss of his eye fucked up his shooting, he had to relearn everything like a greenhorn.

Weirdly enough, Moxie is tasked to initiate target practice lessons with Striker. The strange little imp shrugs, telling Striker that it was Blitz that ordered him to this post and to not question it. Striker just swallows his pride and does what he’s told. 

Striker also learned that being stationed in Lust was the smartest idea. The factories that were used to make sex toys are now used to make more holy weapons. They were even able to get blueprints for cannons, courtesy from a spider sinner that is friends with Fizz.

Striker's favorite weapons are the blessed brass knuckles, it gives it an extra oomph when he slugs someone in the face.

When his shooting got a bit better, he was able to go on raids with Millie and another imp named Gareth. Striker notices that he seems paranoid and scared of his own shadow, he just guessing that his timid behavior is a nervous tick earned from a close call with an angel. 

A lot of the time it was quick and easy but sometimes, it went awry.

He missed several shots; shots that before he would have done blindfolded. He was pissed at himself, making him push himself harder during his rehab. Moxxie protested, saying it will not help him, which he was proved right when all he got was migraines.

“You have to take it easy.” A violet baphomet named Nelsor said.

Nelsor was one of the hellborn that migrated from Sloth, along with his nurse Anette. He told them that the ring was in shambles; junkies and dealers were raiding pharmacies and hospitals left and right, killing each other for another fix.

“A traumatic injury like this needs time to heal.” he said, “Pushing yourself will not help in the long run.”

“Time is something we don't have doc.” Striker said as he walked out of the rundown building, putting on his hat. He was going to where Bombproof was stabled when he saw red feathers on the corner of his eye.

This kid again.

The little hybrid he saved, Amelda, has been following him around since they came to lust.

He always chased her away, but she kept coming back. From what Millie told him, (not that he cared or anything), the little owlet hasn't spoken since he found her, traumatized by the death of her parents. She seemed to bond with the deaf imp child that was close to the clown and a hellhound pup named Axel that always seemed to be latched to Blitz's leg. He sees them talking in sign language, smiling at each other and giggling. He sees them also showing the guns that Blitz had given them.

That was another bad argument.

Fizz argued that teaching the kids to use weapons was insane, while Blitz said they had to learn to defend themselves. Especially if none of the adults are with them.

Striker thinks Blitz has a point.

A little hoot took him out of his thoughts and he looked back with a snarl, startling her.

“Would you get out of my face, kid!” he yelled.

Amelda looked startled at his loud voice, but her face puffed up and she made her feathers puffier. She then let out a screech, waving her arms.

It occurred to Striker she was trying to intimidate him.

A snicker came out of him and then a full belly laugh. He laughed heartily, grabbing his knees as he crouched. He was doubling over in laughter so much, it was coming out in wheezes. When he finally stopped, he looked up and saw Amelda looking at him, her head tilted in confusion. He then notices the glock that's strapped to her waist.

It looks so big on her tiny body.

“Has Blitz taught you how to use that?” he asked, making her head shake in disagreement. He sighed as he scratched the back of his head.

“Well, come on then.” he said, motioning with his hand. “Gotta teach you something useful.”

Amelda hooted happily and ran up to him, grabbing his hand. He stares at it, noticing just how small her hand is in his. He pushes that thought to the side as he leads her to the makeshift shooting range Millie made.

He was just teaching her something useful.

That's all.

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