25 Wings - Stolas & Striker (Helluva Boss)
Striker’s eyes widened as he re-read the message he received. He couldn’t help the smirk raising on his face as he turned to the bound Goetia “I was paid to give ya the real royal treatment! Your wife must really hate you~” He cackled as the Goetia sighed in a way that just served to irritate the imp further.
“So what are you two planning? Stab me? Bleed me out till I drip dry?” Stolas asked nonchalantly as if the duo were simply discussing the weather. “As much as I’d love that birdy your wife felt such a punishment was too… merciful.” Striker punctuated this line with a swift stab the bird’s shoulder who squawked out at the sudden pain. He had waited so long for this, for the satisfying thrill of seeing the ever-proud and pompous Goetia screaming in pain beneath his feet.
Striker sneered at the involuntary whimpers pouring from the Goetia. “The people need to see what’s really under those fancy feathers o’ yours.” The Goetia shrieked once more at the sudden assault of his feathers being yanked out, head cracking upwards to see the imp clutching a fistful of indigo feathers; “Not only will you be naked for the world to see, now you can’t fly away to save your kid~ perfect irony for a prideful owl like you filthy Goetias all are. Isn’t it?” Striker teased as Stolas attempted his best glare flinching as more feathers were crudely yanked out. Striker cackled at his pathetic attempts to remain strong. “In the end the proud owl will fall to earth with us poor peasants. And die there.”