Warning: This story contains extreme depictions of violence of all sorts, Strong Language and contain depictions of sexual content as well. You've been warned.

Years ago, Pentagram City Market Center, Night time…

"You little fucking RAT!" A sinner demon shop owner screamed at the top of his lungs as a gunshot rang out and then a door slamming open as a small figure ran out with his arms full of food as the shop owner charged out with his shotgun and took aim.

"By Lucifer, I'll feed you to the damned hell hounds, you little shit!" He screamed out again as the buckshot missed from the figure rounding a corner just as he fired. The enraged shop owner quickly rounded the corner and saw the figure, took aim and pulled the trigger only to hear a click as the figure ducked away into the numerous alleyways. The shop owner looked inside to see the chamber empty. He let out a yell of rage.

"If I see you again, I'LL FUCKING GUT YOU, YOU LITTLE THIEVING SHIT!" He screamed out at the top of his lungs so the thief heard him before stomping away. After a few moments the little figure was breathing heavily as he slowed down before slumping down to the ground against an alleyway wall as he coughed and took deep breaths as he caught his breath from running as the bag of food slid to his side. He pulled down his hood and bandanna, revealing a small wolf-like child with a mix of scales and fur. His fur white as snow, scales black as charcoal and red eyes with black pupils that were slit like a lizard, he looked to be about 10 years old given his size. He took out a piece of bread from the bag and took a bite from it as he looked in the bag further and saw all the money he stole.

"Hopefully that's enough to cover my room for a good while and the food should cover me for just as long too." He thought to himself as he finally caught his breath, he stood up as he grabbed the bag and began walking home.

It took about an hour and half to walk home but he made it thankfully with no issues. It was a rundown Motel but it was home to him and most importantly a roof over his head. He opened the worn down and old door before walking into the receptionist area as he looked up over the counter to the lanky red man that had a handlebar mustache, mullet and aviators on behind the counter as the child then opened his bag and grabbed nearly all of the money out and slid it on the counter towards the man. The man then quickly began counting and after counting he then put the money up in the register before looking at the kid.

"That's enough for about seven months kid, you're good, just don't forget this time and miss payment again, I won't be as nice next time." The man said menacingly to him as he lowered his aviators to show his glowing red eyes as the child then gulped a bit before nodding. The man smirked and pushed his aviators backup and leaned back in his chair.

"I won't forget next time Dave, I promise." The boy said as Dave handed him his key and began walking back out. Right as he opened the door Dave spoke up.

"You know kid, if you're tired of stealing to survive why not just sign up as my fighter in the fight pit?" Dave asked with a smirk as the child turned back at him in thought for a moment before shaking his head no in response as Dave then shrugged.

"Let me know if you ever change your mind kid, always need more fighters." Dave said to him as the child nodded to him before leaving and closing the doors. The child quickly made his way up the stairs and to his room, quickly fumbling the key into the lock before turning it, opening and sliding into the room before closing it back quickly and locking it. A bit later after putting his food up he hopped in the shower but just sat in it, letting the water wash over him as he pulled his knees to his chest and curled into a ball while sitting before closing his eyes as he couldn't help but remember that horrible day. Where the red skies rang with heavenly horns and the sky was blackened by the thousands of heavens Angelic vanguard as the beat of their wings deafened all other sounds.

The child remembers being pushed to the ground and under a car by his mother as she fell from being shot by an angel, his mother, a hellhound only gave a quick nod to him before closing her eyes as a boot came down on her back hard. The boy wanted to scream but couldn't out of complete fear as he heard his mother scream and her bones crack from how close she was. The next thing he heard and witnessed still haunts him. He heard a shing and stab with a wet squelching sound of meat following as his mother's head was pierced. The angel laughed at his mother's corpse before lifting his boot off and removing his long blade before moving on. His eyes shot open as he breathed in and out rapidly as he was brought back to reality before getting up and turning the shower off, drying off and going to bed.

The next day, School, first class..

The Hybrid child sat in the second row of seats to the left in the center of said row, waiting for class to start when the teacher arrives, late as usual. He kept his head down as he drew in his notebook sketches of him killing angels, using guns and of his mother and him. The kids threw stuff at him, called him names, through pieces of paper on his desk calling him a freak but he ignored it, he didn't care, he just wanted to be left alone. The thing he knew is that he hated everyone in his class and the majority of the school but even hell has rules, school was no different. The teacher soon arrived, buttoning up her shirt and straightening it up as she got to the front before wiping some sweat off her forehead and fanning herself as she had a smile on her face but quickly began calling attendance. One by one calling the students in alphabetical order before she finally reached the last one.

"Wolfe? Is Wolfe here?" She called out as the hybrid child rose his hand.

"Yes ma'am." Wolfe, the hybrid child replied to her as she gave a nod to him before checking him off and tossing the clipboard on her desk.

"Alright so you little gremlins, let's start with math." The teacher says as the entire class groans in unison.

The day was slow and same as usual, kids throwing stuff at him during lunch, seeing the teacher leave during recess to pay the principal a "special" visit while getting bullied by the other kids and more the same through the day. Later after school he took his usual route back to the motel, cutting through an alleyway to save time as usual. Before he makes it to the end, two kids from class, boys, pop out from the corners with grins as one holds a bottle and the other a lead pipe. Wolfe wanted no trouble and tried going back the other way but saw another boy from his class standing there with a switchblade, Wolfe then tried turning back around but as he did the boy with the pipe smacked him across the head, making Wolfe tumble into a dumpster beside him.

"Hey freak! We saw you going this way and well… We decided we wanted to play a game! Do you wanna play?" The boy with the switchblade asked Wolfe as Wolfe held his head in pain.

"No, I don't. Just leave me-" Wolfe tries to reply before a bottle is smashed over him as the boy with the bottle drops the shattered remains and lifts up Wolfe before restraining him.

"Well too bad because you are!" The boy with the switchblade said with a wicked smile before stabbing it into Wolfe's shoulder and twisting making Wolfe cry out in pain. The boy then ripped it out and dragged the blade down Wolfe's left cheek as tears of pain from Wolfe fell.

"Stop… Please." Wolfe begged as the blade was dragged down and then away as the boy held his wicked smile.

"No, anyway let's start!" The wicked boy said before thrusting the blade towards Wolfe's left eye but stopping just before it went in before pulling back slightly.

"Let's see how much pain a freak like you can take before dying!" The wicked boy said with much excitement as Wolfe's eyes widened in fear, the blade inching closer, slowly as Wolfe's breath quickened and before it reached him he yanked himself to the side and twisted himself around before slamming the boy restraining him into the wicked one, freeing himself before taking another blow to the by the boy with the pipe.

Wolfe then grabbed the pipe and yanked it towards with all his might he could muster and pulled his attacker towards him, desperate, Wolfe opened his jaws and bit down as hard he could on the boy's throat before hearing a crack, still high on adrenaline he ignored thinking nothing of it at the moment as he saw the wicked boy and the other one getting back up. Quickly he grabbed the pipe and slammed it into the boy that was restraining him as the wicked boy stabbed Wolfe in his chest. Wolfe cried out in pain before swiping his claws with his free hand across the wicked boy's face, making him grab his face and scream. Wolfe then knocked him down and started to slam the pipe into the other boy's head over and over as the other one screamed. Wolfe continued until the pipe was noticeably very bent and the boy unmoving as the wicked one cried. Enraged, Wolfe leaped at the wicked boy trying to crawl away blindly and latched his jaws on to the back of his neck, shaking his head vigorously before ripping the back of the wicked boy's neck out.

Blood covering and dripping from his muzzle as he panted, the crazed look in his eyes dying out as the adrenaline wore off he looked around him wide eyed before quickly grabbing his backpack and running as fast as he could before somebody saw him. He ran for the next five minutes straight to reach the hotel he was staying at. He gradually slowed down as he reached the front door and opened it as he stumbled in and grabbed the stab wound on his chest.

"Hey kid, you're- By Lucifer! What happened!?" Dave yelled out as blood dripped from Wolfe's face and chest as the tired and panting boy looked at him.

"I want to accept your offer about the fight pit." Wolfe replied as Dave gave him a skeptical look.

"Please." Wolfe pleaded as Dave nodded.

"Alright fine, we'll be heading down to the wrath ring tomorrow, I've been planning to sell this shitty motel for awhile." Dave said as Wolfe looked surprised before Dave responded.

"You're my only tenant and I'm gonna make more money with you as my fighter than I will probably with this shitty motel. Planned on turning it into a Hotel but looks like the next owner will have to." Dave said as Wolfe nodded a few times before heading to his room to clean up and ready himself for his new, more violent life.

Years later, Somewhere in the Wrath Ring, Age 16

Wolfe, older and stronger than before, sitting on a bench in a small building with lockers for the fighters. He looks down at his bruised and bloodied knuckles as he stands up and walks to a sink with a mirror over it, he then begins to wash the blood and mud from his hands and face, revealing the scar under his left eye and along the left side of his face under the other scar. As he looks into the mirror he sees a twig and chunk of mud in his fur on his shoulder as he then pulls it out. Due to his lifestyle and profession he's gained a good bit of lean muscle mass but with decent bulk, his torso in a distinctive V shape due to his broad shoulders, bit shredded one could say about his physique. He rolled his shoulders before touching the scar on his chest from the alleyway fight years ago and squinting his eyes at it before the door to the building opens as Wolfe then turns around and sees Dave walk in.

"Wolfe! Get your ass out here, the fights ready and I'm not about to lose out on more damn money!" He said angrily to him as Wolfe sighed and followed Dave out.

As Wolfe exited the building he was welcomed with both cheers and boos, he kept a neutral face even when food or even undergarments of all kinds were thrown at him, picking the food out he could reach from his fur and throwing it on the ground while approaching the pit and before getting there a thong was thrown on his face, he quickly grabbed and tossed it back into the crowd as he then heard an imp squeal in excitement as he jumped into the pit facing forward as his opponent hopped in as well, a big minotaur demon at that named The Bull, the crowd chanting it as The Bull raised his arms to rile the crowd before making a neck slicing motion towards Wolfe.

"How original, Bull. Got anything else you wanna do or are we gonna fight?" Wolfe said in a neutral tone to him as The Bull blew smoke through his nostrils.

"You won't be talking shit when place you 6ft in the goddamn mud, you fucking scalie!" The Bull shouted as an imp stepped on a box in the stands with a megaphone.

"You know how we do things! No introductions! Fight till submission OR DEEEEEAAAAAATTTTTHHHHHH!" The imp dragged out as The Bull readied himself and charged with his horns.

"Shit." Wolfe said out loud as he dodged barely, Bull hitting the wall as Wolfe then swiped at him with his right claws.

Bull un-lodged himself as he then swung his left fist at Wolfe, hitting him as he then reached out to grab him but Wolfe dodged again and landing a claw swipe on Bull's abdomen as Bull counter attack with a headbutt, dazing Wolfe but not hitting with his horns due to how wide apart they were. Bull then tried charging him again but at the last second Wolfe grabbed him by the horns and slid back a bit in the mud. Holding him there, Wolfe redirected the charge just enough before latching on to his back and trying to get him in a chokehold. This quickly failed as The Bull then grabbed him and flung him down into the mud in front of himself, hard, knocking the wind out of Wolfe.

The crowd flinched and 'Ooooohhhh'd at that as Dave shook his head in annoyance as The Bull lifted a hoof up into the air and slammed it towards Wolfe's head but missing just barely due to Wolfe rolling out of the way in time. A female imp twirling the thong he threw back early then grabs a cinder block from nowhere and tosses it in beside Wolfe as he gets up and looks at it and glances at the imp that threw it.

"Use that you hot hunk of muscle!" She screamed out to him and giggled as Wolfe smirked a bit.

"Thanks!" He yelled out as he grabbed it as The Bull charged him.

He then swung it as hard as he could into Bull's face head on, breaking a horn off and knocking him off course. Wolfe then followed that up with an upper claw swipe as The Bull got up, covering his face in blood. Wolfe then stepped back and drop kicked him, knocking him back down as Wolfe rolled towards him and hopped on top of him. He started to swipe his claws and pound his fists into The Bull. For ten seconds everything slowed for Wolfe as he did so, blood and mud flying onto him before Bull finally tapped out and the imp on the box called it.

"The Bull submits! He submits! Wolfe wins!" The imp announcer yells out through the megaphone as Wolfe stands on The Bull with one foot off on the mud.

Someone then tosses him a jug of moonshine and he catches it as he then looks to where it came from he sees a red demon with long black hair walk away, not seeing his face since his back was to Wolfe when he looked, shrugging this off he drinks some of the moonshine before smashing it on The Bull and knocking him out.

Wolfe then goes over to the edge of the pit and climbs out. Before heading to the locker building he looks over to the side and sees the female imp that helped him cheering his name with the others while looking at him, he gives her a wink for the help with a smirk before going back to his neutral look and walking off to the building. The female imp shocked and blushing knowing her favorite fighter and crush thanked her, faints. Her friend caught her and tried to slap her awake.

"Wake up you damn fangirl!" Her friend yelled out to her.

Wolfe entered the building and went straight for the sink as Dave followed behind.

"Why the hell did you drag the fight out and not kill him!?" Dave yelled out as Wolfe washed his face.

"Yes Dave, kill all the fighters that come against me, that's smart. Piss off their handlers enough to send people after us for it." Wolfe says sarcastically.

"We could handle it! The quicker we get through these fights the more fights you can participate in! The more fights you win, the more money we MAKE!" Dave yells out in anger as Wolfe turns off the sink, frustrated.

"We? Last time I checked you kept the money and I get fucking food scraps Dave." Wolfe says to him getting more and more angry as then someone else walks into the building.

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"Well that's no way to treat a champion of the pit is it, you greedy fucker?" The person says as Dave turns around quickly.

"And who the fuck are you!?" Dave yells out as he turns around as his jaw drops and his aviators fall off and Wolfe looks a bit surprised.

Standing there in a black trench coat and suit, long black hair and red skin with black round glasses and a smirk was the Prince of Darkness himself, Ozzy Osbourne.

"Did you toss me that moonshine?" Wolfe asks as Ozzy chuckles.

"You bet your furry bollocks I did." He replied as he lit up a cigarette.

"S-Sir what do you need?" Dave asks nervously as Ozzy lets out a puff of smoke in his face.

"Your fighter Wolfe, I could use him." Ozzy said as Dave shook his head to snap himself out of it and had an angry face towards Ozzy.

"No fucking way! Absolutely not!" Dave yelled out as Wolfe looked on with a raised eyebrow as Ozzy let out another puff of smoke in Dave's face as Dave waved it off this time.

"Shame, welp fuck it." Ozzy said as he quickly pulled out his pistol and before Dave could even say 'What' he blew his brains out… all over Wolfe.

"Well that settles that then I guess." Wolfe says as he wipes the blood and gore off his face as Ozzy holsters the gun while still smoking as calmly as entered.

"Yup, anyway I wanted to speak with you specifically. Got an offer." Ozzy said to him as he looked down at Dave's corpse before looking back at Wolfe.

"Better than his most likely from the looks of it and from what I heard." Ozzy said with a chuckle as Wolfe leans back on the sink and crosses his arms.

"You'd be right, what's the offer?" He asked him as Ozzy then smirked.

"I want you as my personal bodyguard." Ozzy replied as he let out a puff of smoke to the side before dropping the cigarette and rubbing it out with his boot as Wolfe raised an eyebrow again at that.

"Hell is obviously dangerous, I'm new here, always knew I would end up here. Thought it would be different. But shit it's a blast! I even got special privileges from The Devil himself! He's a fan! Give me permission to go through all the rings as long as I agree to keep rocking on down here!" Ozzy said letting out a laugh before continuing.

"And you seem to be one of the toughest bastards on this Ring. Think about it, the Merc life is a good one to have for people like you. Do this and you'll be paid handsomely, a good place to sleep, good food and I spread good word about you being an up and coming merc in hell… What do ya say, Wolfe? Only for 3 years or so." Ozzy says to him as he opens his arms wide to him.

To Wolfe, it sounded like the opportunity of a lifetime. Being a merc? He was already good at killing and just wasn't good with guns, yet. He put his right hand under his chin and stroked it a bit as he looked at Dave's corpse, then Ozzy, Dave, then back to Ozzy before smirking and sticking his right hand out to Ozzy as he smirked back and shook Wolfe's hand.

"Contract accepted, Mr. Osbourne." Wolfe says as Ozzy just chuckles.

"Just call me Ozzy, Mate. Welcome aboard." Ozzy says to him, a little while later Wolfe cleans up and collects his things, not even bothering to bury Dave. He hopped into Ozzy's Limo and rode off into what he would truly be. A merc for hire in hell.

Three years later, Upper Pentagram City district, Age 19

Wolfe stood at the foot of the stage with other security personnel, in between the roaring crowd and his boss/client on stage, Ozzy as he performed 'War Pigs', the concert being loud enough to be heard halfway across Pentagram City. As the song went on the crowd got more and more rowdy and it wasn't long before one tried making a break for the stage, two big security guards tackled the crazed fan as Wolfe gave a nod as they tossed the fan back into the crowd but as Wolfe turned to look away he saw another fan trying to sneak by them to get backstage. The fan didn't see Wolfe notice him so Wolfe walked up to him and grabbed him by the shoulder.

"Get back in the crowd dammit!" Wolfe yells out as he tosses him back into the crowd roughly before Wolfe walks back to his spot with his hands behind his back. The concert continued without many hitches after that besides the odd trash being thrown or the rowdy fangirl flashing which really wasn't an issue.

"Thank you and have a bloody helluva night! You fucking animals!" Ozzy yelled out through the microphone as the crowd roared as he then began to go backstage.

A little while later, autographs and having some drinks together before Ozzy and Wolfe made their way back to the band bus laughing along the way and when they entered it.

"It took a lot for me not to stop singing and start laughing when you grabbed that bloke by the shoulder and chucked him back into the crowd!" Ozzy said laughing as he shut the band bus door. After a few more moments to calm down he clears his throat.

"So Wolfe, you know what day it is right?" Ozzy asks as Wolfe sits down on a couch before shaking his head.

"Today was your last day under me. Your free mate." Ozzy said to him with a smile.

"Oh, I was just planning on staying here as a guard Ozzy, I don't mind." Wolfe replied to Ozzy as Ozzy then shook his head.

"No mate, I'm not taking you back." He said to Wolfe as Wolfe looked a bit shocked and before he could reply Ozzy tossed a folded piece of paper to him that he catches easily.

"What's this?" Wolfe asks as he opens it and sees a list of names with phone numbers beside them.

"A list of people I've recommended to hire you for various jobs, mate." Ozzy says to him as he sits down across from and lights up a cigarette before continuing.

"You got potential Wolfe and as much as I'd like to keep you under my wing, I'd feel like a right arse if I did. Keeping you in my shadow would be a bad move in my eyes but.." Ozzy then leans forward.

"Letting you out and spread your wings? Let you make a name for yourself? Shit I think you'd be one of the best mercs in hell." Ozzy says to him with a smile.

"I.." Wolfe was about to argue but nods in agreement. He knows Ozzy has made up his mind and he won't argue it with him if it's what he wants. Wolfe folds the paper up and puts it in his jeans pocket.

"Alright, I'll leave and become a full time merc, Ozzy." Wolfe said in a sad tone but understanding as he stood up and stuck his hand out to Ozzy who stood up as well and shook his hand before pulling him into a quick hug, patting him on the back before breaking it.

"I know you want to stay but trust me, you have potential." Ozzy said as he then remembered something.

"Oh and before I forget here mate, a little parting gift." Ozzy said to him as he presented a Desert Eagle to Wolfe.

"Bought it just for you, your first gun with ammo to boot." He says as he hands it to Wolfe along with a holster and the ammo before patting him on the shoulder, holding his smile.

"Now get out there and tomorrow knock'em dead, Wolfe. You'll be good." Ozzy says as Wolfe nodded his head to him with a determined look before walking out and as he opened the door he looked back to Ozzy.

"Thanks for everything Ozzy, I appreciate it, really." Wolfe said to him as Ozzy took his cigarette out and raised it to him with a smile as Wolfe then walked out and shut the door behind him.

"Good luck mate." Ozzy said to himself with a smile.

Five years later, Pride Ring, Pentagram City, Age 24

It'd been years since Wolfe left Ozzy and started being a merc and so far, he was pretty successful. He'd worked his way up the food chain and earned a good bit of money, managed to rent an apartment to suit his needs, bought a damn good custom motorcycle, a good number of guns and equipment. He'd taken jobs for small time people the first couple of years but after that? The big fish quickly noticed him so to speak. Nothing too big but he's completed a small amount of jobs from overlords now, four jobs in total now and now Wolfe took a job from Goetic Prince Stolas Goetia. Some idiots thought it would've been a good idea to steal some artifacts from a prince of hell.

Wolfe had found out where the thieves were hiding and stashed the artifacts relatively quickly due to his HellHound heritage; they were hiding in a warehouse.

"Typical." Wolfe said to himself as he parked his motorcycle, an old chopper modified for all terrain.

He took his helmet off and placed it on the seat of his cycle after he got off before checking the ammo in his Desert Eagle and grabbing an Ak-47 from the duffle bag on his ride. He grabbed his leather jacket and slipped it on, leaving it unzipped. Wolfe now wore along with that jacket, a black tank top, green camo combat pants and black combat boots. He'd decided early on to go all in for the PMC look for professionalism's sake. He loaded his Ak and turned the safety off before approaching the building.

He took cover on the right side of the door, taking a deep breath in and out before kicking the door with all of his might, kicking it off the hinges as he swept the room with his eyes. Seeing nothing he proceeds forward cautiously, moving past the stacks of boxes and shelves upon shelves quietly, not wanting to alert the thieves. He hears talking and sees a door up ahead after moving through for a few minutes, he takes cover on the side of the door for a moment listening to thieves gloat.

"How happy is the boss?" One of the thieves asked.

"Pretty damn happy, Stryker said we're all getting a bonus when we get back to the Wrath Ring." The other thief said.

"Stryker, is there boss's name eh?" Wolfe thought to himself. He knew as soon as he busts down the door he's gonna have to rush to clear the area so they can't get away with the artifacts, he readies himself and then kicks open the door.

"What the fuck!?" One of the thieves yells out as Wolfe burst shots him with his Ak. Quickly after killing the first one he pushes forwards to a hallway and bursts the second one killing him as well before he can draw his gun.

Wolfe moves quickly down the hall, more thieves panicking and scrambling as two bust through a door off to the side further down the hall and as the thieves aim and shoot, one missing and the other hitting Wolfe in the arm. Grunting in pain, Wolfe then sprays the rest of his magazine in his Ak at them, taking them out. Wolfe pushes forward but before he reaches the doors at the end of the hall a hellhound bursts through a side door right beside Wolfe as he's reloading his Ak, tackling him to the wall.

Wolfe drops the Ak and begins to slam his elbow on to the back of the hellhound, the hellhound bites on to Wolfe's abdomen but before he could rip out a chunk Wolfe draws out his Desert Eagle and presses it against the hellhound's head, blowing his brains out and blow viscera through the door he came from. Wolfe picks up his Ak and barges through the door and as soon as he does 4 thieves start shooting at him along with who he assumes is Stryker from how different he looks to the others.

"Well, Well, Well look what we have here boys! Seems like the owl hired the up and coming big shot to track us down!" Stryker yells out as Wolfe takes cover and the gun fire dies down.

"I'm getting those artifacts, Stryker! Nothing personal!" Wolfe yells out to him as Wolfe looks around for some advantage and sees a hanging crate over three of the imp thieves.

"Then I suppose it's nothing personal if I kill you, partner." Stryker said with a toothy grin and thick accent as Wolfe then dove from cover and shot the rope holding the crate up, making it fall and flatten three of the imps.

Wolfe then aimed his Desert Eagle at the last imp lackey and fired two shots to the body, the high caliber rounds blowing through the imp's chest and killing him. He then got up and as Stryker regained his focus, Wolfe tackled him and tried swiping at him with his claws missing by mere centimeters as Stryker kicked him off.

Stryker and Wolfe both got up quickly as Stryker pulled out his lasso and lassoed Wolfe. Wolfe growled as he pulled Stryker towards him and slammed his knee into his stomach, knocking the wind out of him, Wolfe then roundhouse kicked Stryker across the jaw, knocking a tooth out. Stryker then let go of the rope and headbutted Wolfe in the muzzle, Stryker knocking his own hat off and dazing Wolfe as he cut the lasso with his claws. Stryker quickly grabbed his hat and ran for a box truck they were near. As Wolfe shook off being dazed he looked towards Stryker as he kicked a part of the truck to open the back as he drew his heavenly revolver as red eyes opened from the darkness in the box truck as smoke blew out of nostrils as a flaming horse jumped out and neighed as it reared back before Stryker hopped on and tried shooting Wolfe but he managed to dodge.

"It's been fun, partner but it ain't worth the trouble, keep the damn artifacts, I already have what I need." Stryker says before spitting some blood out to the side before riding off through the back entrance.

Wolfe ran out the exit and sprayed his Ak towards him but by the time he started he was too far for it to matter. Wolfe went back in and saw a wooden crate near the box truck, quickly going over to it and prying it open he saw the three artifacts, A decanter of blood from the first vampire, A necklace with a blood red crystal crow skull and a scroll in a scroll case locked with a engraved skull with ruby eyes. Making sure they were the right ones he placed them in altogether in a smaller carrying container to take with him and as he walked off he noticed something in the corner of his eye, glowing. Curious, he approached it seeing a gun case with a glow coming through the linings, he unlocked the clasps and opened it carefully and saw something that put fear and awe in him. A heavenly weapon, a heavenly lever action shotgun no less, beautifully crafted with gold engravings along the metal parts and holy wood for the stock. He picked it up gently and ran a hand along it gently.

"Beautiful craftsmanship, highly illegal in hell.. But it's worth it." Wolfe said as he looked over and saw a holster for it, he grabbed it as well and made his way out, he slid the small container with the artifacts in his duffle bag and the gun and holster along with it before grabbing his motorcycle helmet and putting it on and hopping on his motorcycle, driving off to Prince Stolas's Mansion.

An hour and half later, Pride Ring, Upper Pentagram City

It took him a while to get back across the city because everyone was preparing for Extermination Day within the next day and a half, hunkering down and such so they wouldn't be erased from existence. Wolfe always got antsy during this time of the year but couldn't really help it given what happened so long ago to him. Eventually he did make it to the Prince's Mansion and rode up to the gate and pressed the pager.

"I am sorry sir, do you have an appointment? Prince Stolas is indisposed in his study right now." An imp servant said over a small intercom above the pager.

"Tell him It's Wolfe and that I just got back what he requested." Wolfe said to the imp.

"One moment… Very well, you're free to come in." The imp said as the gates opened, Wolfe drove his motorcycle to the front of the mansion.

Parking it on the curb and putting his helmet on the seat before grabbing the duffle bag, grunting in pain as he slung the strap over his shoulder with his arm that got shot, he'd honestly forgotten about that and the bite. So quickly he put the bag down and took his jacket off and lay on the motorcycle before pulling out some bandages and antiseptic from the duffle bag, quickly patching himself up like it was routine, for him it was. He decided to leave his jacket and just grabbed the bag and slung it over his shoulder again as he popped a painkiller.

He approached the double doors and opened one of them to an entryway and made his way to the living room only to barely get a few steps in to see a woman similar in Stolas's appearance in looks but dressed very modern goth walking his direction to the front door while looking down at her phone. Hearing Wolfe's heavy steps she looks up from her phone to see Wolfe, upper left forearm covered in a bloody bandage and barely able to make out some teeth marks and dried blood on his tank top.

"Looks like you got into a bit of a scuffle. I take it you're the one father hired to go after those thieves then?" The lady owl demon asks as she looks up at him and Wolfe stops in response.

"Guess you could say that, I just-" Wolfe was about to continue as he then heard a woman scream in anger and something shattering and then something fly by the door way down where the lady owl demon came from and then yelling from two different people.

"Listen, do yourself a favor and don't stay too long or you'll get a headache, you'll have to thank both of my parents for that." She said to him before walking away towards the front door.

"Have a good day then Mrs. Goetia." Wolfe said to her as she looked over her shoulder as she opened the door.

"Just call me Octavia, I don't really care anymore at this point about people addressing me as a part of the Goetia family." She said with an angry but sad tone as she walked out and closed the door.

Wolfe actually frowned at that, she seemed to him at least, caught in between a very nasty dispute between her parents. He didn't know what that was like but he knew his father wasn't the greatest from what he overheard his mother saying to her friends at the time after he abandoned her and Wolfe. Before Wolfe could continue thinking about it he heard a cough from behind him as he looked back at the end of the entryway to see Prince Stolas standing there, feathers a bit frazzled as he adjusted his clothes.

"Hello my dear draconian canine! Come let us talk in my office." He says to Wolfe as he snaps his fingers and teleports them both to his office as Wolfe lands in a chair in front of his desk.

"So you said you had the artifacts, yes?" Stolas says as he clasps his hands as he adjusts himself in his office chair on the other side of the desk.

Wolfe then pulls out the container from his duffle bag and opens it and hands him the three artifacts one by one. Stolas then looks at each one, nodding as he inspects them and as he gets to the scroll he unlocks the case and takes the scroll out.

"Thank you for retrieving these, I wasn't expecting to get all three back I'll admit." Stolas said to him with a smile.

"I always make sure my clients get what they want sir." Wolfe said in a proud tone.

"I'll make sure the funds are transferred to your account Wolfe but question, did you wipe out the thieves who stole from me?" Stolas asked him as he straightened himself in his seat to appear more serious about the topic as Wolfe sighed.

"All but one sir, the last one was an imp named Stryker in a cowboy get up, even got away on a horse." Wolfe said in a disappointed tone.

"Stryker? That's odd, he's one of hell's top assassin's.. Interesting." Stolas said as he raised an eyebrow before lowering it and shrugging.

"I'll look into it later but for now I'll throw in a little bonus for you!" Stolas says as he then opens the scroll and reads it out loud in an ancient language and as he finishes the scroll burned up in purple flames turning into glowing purple ashes before rushing towards Wolfe's eyes and turning red as they fused with his eyes. He blinked a few times rapidly as he rubbed his eyes before looking at Stolas.

"The fuck was that?" Wolfe asked in a confused tone as Stolas turned one of his hands palm upwards and summoned a tall gold vase.

"It's just a vase." Wolfe said.

"Look more closely." Stolas said as Wolfe squinted his eyes at the vase as the vase then started to fizzle out and see a… dildo.

"I can see through things now?" Wolfe asked as Stolas then laughed and snapped his fingers making the vase and dildo disappear.

"Illusions actually, should come in handy, especially if you go against an overlord or someone specialized in illusion magic." Stolas said to him with a smile.

"Well thank you sir, that'll make my job much easier. Is there anything else you need?" Wolfe asks as Stolas nods and stands up out of his chair as he begins walking to the window in his office.

"Yes actually, you see I have a friend, my dear little blitzy boo~ has a company called I.M.P and well to put it lightly.. They're having some trouble keeping the thing a float. So I propose you go work for them, help them do jobs and the other jobs you do, you give them half to help out the company." Stolas says as he reaches the window and as he finishes talking he looks back to Wolfe.

"And what do I get in return?..." Wolfe asked.

"My gratitude and some more money over time of course." Stolas says as he puts his hands behind his back and turns around to approach stopping right in front of him as Wolfe stands up.

"Well.. Having a Prince's gratitude would be nice.. Alright, I'll do it." Wolfe says as he sticks his hand out to Stolas as Stolas grabs it and shakes it.

"Contract Accepted, Stolas Goetia." Wolfe says as Stolas pulls out a piece of paper and hands it to Wolfe after they shake hands.

"There's the address Wolfe, go talk to him now if you don't mind! Buh bye!" Stolas says as he snaps his fingers and Wolfe is teleported outside the front door with his duffle bag.

He then puts his jacket and helmet back on before hopping on his motorcycle and driving off to I.M.P Headquarters and as drives down the road a bit after exiting the gates he sees Octavia coming back towards the mansion and Wolfe decides to give her a wave as he drives past her, she returns the wave and he continues on.

"My gut is telling me shit is gonna get crazy here after Extermination day, only time will tell how bad it's gonna hit the fan though." Wolfe thought to himself as he drove towards Imp City, popping a wheelie while going down the road as he sped up.