#finally done!!

[iffingly]

Wherever I go you're always there, riding next to me

[sandeewithtwoe]

Happy (late) Undertale anniversary!!

[zlozljivaribica]

[nevvn]

my entry for @shootingstarrfish's OM Maid DTIYS (❁´◡`❁)

[clovenoko]

💐🦊

+ 2ver

[c10udy-d4yz]

That looks like one happy family, doesn't it? Meet the Cogmans- they lived in Cog Nation once, but they're such a kooky bunch that they didn't quite fit in with the crowd there, and have thus moved to Toontown Central. Let's greet them one-by-one:

Clyde Cogman - In Cog nation, he was the nurse's assistant at the charter school his daughter went to, St. Gearadine's School for Toon Youth. He wasn't very good at the nursing stuff, but he was great with the kids, he always knew what to do to make them laugh even if they came in bawling. For a cog, he's unusually jolly- maybe he's got his wires crossed, maybe he fell and hit his head- either way, he's an oddball, and because of that, the charter school was the only place in Cog Nation he could really work at. Now that he lives in Toontown, he works as a clown performing at parties for kids, grownups, and even the elderly- for toons, no one is ever too old to enjoy clowns. Everyone loves his shtick, and this makes Clyde incredibly happy because he felt like he never had a place cog society, but now he's finally found his people.

Clark Cogman - When he lived in Cog Nation with his husband Clyde, he worked as a courtroom sketch artist. He was always fond of drawing and wanted to become an artist, but his parents frowned upon the idea of him pursuing the arts, so court sketches were the next best thing. When he moved to Toontown, Clyde became the main breadwinner of the house from his clown gig, and this gave Clark the chance to finally chase his dream. Now, sometimes he'll go around different playgrounds and draw up quick portraits of passersby for a cheap price, but most of the time he's a stay-at-home papa, taking care of his daughter Constance and sketching her whenever he gets the chance so that he can get better at drawing toons. He likes doing candid portraits of her, being able to capture all the little moments of childhood wonder, getting to see his little girl laugh and play and grow up- those portraits are worth more than any old picture he could ever take.

Constance Cogman - The last member of this little family, but definitely not the least! Energetic and ever curious, she never misses out on the opportunity to learn- she'll ask you question after question about anything and everything, ranging from what your favorite dinosaur is to how the world and the entire universe started. She also loves meeting new people; when she sees someone she finds interesting, she'll just walk up to them and start talking their ear off till they can't stand it anymore. She went to school at St. Gearadine's when she lived in Cog Nation, but now she attends the Toontown schoolhouse, and between all the books there and whatever Clark brings home from the Library, she's always got something to read. She loves reading even more than playing, and she even writes her own little stories from time to time. Her absolute favorite subject is history, so her favorite things to write about are historical fiction and alternate history. And y'know what? She's not half bad at it! She's got quite a bright future ahead as an author.

here are the lovers all by themselves if you so desire it

[chimerasmoon]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Court Case and What Came After

Summary: To Lucifer, the trail meant nothing. An inconvenience at most. But to an imp with so much to lose? It meant EVERYTHING. So let's see how it went for him, shall we?

(This fic shows Blitz' POV of the trial that is mentioned in chapter 2 of my main story Glowflies and Little Lies plus it goes over the lead up to and after of chapter 18. While you can technically read this as a standalone, it might be a bit confusing because of that. For those reading this who haven't read the main story and are wondering why Blitz' isn't using Lucifer's name, it's because most hellborns believe saying the name is taboo.)

Blitz’ heart was racing out of his chest. He knew this was going to happen. Knew about this damn thing since Stolas showed up out of the blue to tell them about it a few days ago, but the fact that he was really here was mind blowing. 

The Morningstar's Palace.

Fuck, he couldn’t believe this was real! Part of him hoped this was a nightmare. That he would wake up and everything would be as it was before. Or, well, not everything. Having Stolas around again was nice. Blitz couldn’t even begin to explain just how good it was to have the lanky owl back, he just wished it was for a better reason. Or that Stolas actually wanted to be around him. Because he didn’t. The uncomfortable look on his face every time he came to I.M.P to work on this court case and the fact that he didn’t want to be alone with Blitz really said it all. Stolas still hated his guts. It shouldn’t hurt as much as it did, but hey, that’s just his life.

If anything, Blitz was just happy that Stolas didn’t decide to just shove them all under the bus to save his own feathers. But he owed M&M for saving him from Striker and Loona for finding Via, so it made sense that he’d do his best to help them stay alive. Blitz was grateful for that. If this meeting went bad, then at least he knew they’d be safe. He didn’t mind dying to keep them safe.

(At least then his life would have been worth something.)

He looked up at (his) the owl who looked scared as fuck to even knock on the door. Not that he blamed him. If it was up to Blitz they’d all be long gone by now. Not that anyone could run from the Devil. He had eyes everywhere. Still... the fear on Stolas’ face broke the imp’s heart. He let his tail brush against the Prince’s leg and gave him a smile when Stolas looked down at him.

“Would you relax? It’s going to be fine!” He tries to reassure the bird. “We have been planning this thing for a week now! We got this!”

His words seemed to help a little bit if the shaky smile he got in return said anything. He watched as Stolas took a deep breath before standing up taller than before.

“You're right.” he said with fire in his eyes. “We’ve got this.”

And with that the Prince marched to the door -with them a bit behind, short legs and all- to knock on the door. A winged imp with a mustache opened the door slightly not a moment later.

“Prince Stolas and the office of I.M.P here at the request of His Majesty the Morningstar.” Stolas told the imp proudly. Like he was happy to stand by them.

The older imp nodded before opening the doors wider for them to see the Reapers waiting behind them. Before they had the chance to understand what was happening chains had quickly grabbed him, M&M and Loona. The fuckers even muzzled his sweet baby girl! Like she was just a rabid animal! Blitz snarled. The bastards had better make sure he couldn’t get out of these chains because if he did he would rip their fucking throats out for that!

“I hardly think that’s necessary!” Stolas shouted angrily. “We came here of our own volition!”

“His Majesty will decide if it is necessary or not.” One of the Reapers told the owl. “Until then, it's a safety risk to let them walk around without them.”

“And the reason I’m not in chains?” Stolas challenges.

“Because you’re a Prince.” The Reaper said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

And honestly it was. Of course the imps and hellhound would be considered more of a flight risk than the actual bird! He brushed the spade of his tail against his panicking daughter’s back, calming her down enough to stop growling. A quick look at Moxxie and Millie showed they were scared, but ultimately fine. With that settled he turned back to Stolas.

“Chill out Stols!” he called before the big bird could argue his way into jail time before they’ve even been sentenced. “It’s fine! Let's just get this shit show over with, alright?”

Stolas frowned but nodded.

Soon enough they were being led to… wherever the fuck they were being led to. Probably where the King was waiting for them. The walk was tense and quiet, but Blitz couldn’t think of anything he could say that would help. Any other time he wouldn’t have cared about something like that, but right now his team’s- no his family’s life was on the line and he didn’t want to do anything that would risk them. So instead of opening his big mouth for once in his life, he decided to observe the place just in case they needed to run. They might not get very far, but he refused to just sit there and let his family be killed because some peacock bitch wanted Stolas’ shit!

One thing that stood out to him was the staff. It wasn’t just imps and hellhounds. Hellborns from all over Hell were working here! What’s more, a lot of them were hybrids. Most royals didn’t like to hire hybrids because they stood out too much. And no little rich bitch wanted anyone to be looking at their staff instead of at them.

The ones here definitely stood out! A lanky blue shark/skeleton hybrid, a tall pink skinned succubus/poodle hellhound hybrid with spotted brown fur, and a fucking pastel yellow, blue and green baphomet/shark hybrid. And those were just the ones that stood out the most! He was so distracted by the staff’s looks that he almost didn’t notice the pins they were wearing on the front of their gray suits. Each of the pins were emblems of different Sins. Blitz saw one from every Ring but Pride. Which made sense in a way. The Sins normally had staff from their own Ring, but everyone and their grandma knew how the Morningstar felt about sinners, so of course he wouldn’t hire any of them as staff.

Another thing he noticed was how… relaxed most of them seemed? 

Like they had no fears about working for the literal Devil! Stolas’ staff (what little he’s seen of them) were more tense than this! ...Though that might have more to do with his bitch of a wife. And now that he thought about it, the staff at Ozzie’s seemed pretty happy too when he went to visit Fizz that time and Loony said she heard from Vortex that Bee’s staff was pretty chill.

Point being that until they noticed them being dragged around in chains, the Morningstar’s staff were laughing and joking with each other. That had to be a good sign... right? Sure, the big Oz had been a jackass when they first met, but they were somewhat cool now. For Fizz’s sake that is, it’s not like they were all buddy buddy by themselves. And while he might not be the biggest fan of the hellhound, Blitz could admit that Vortex had some good judgment of others (he wanted to be friends with his Loony Toony after all) so if he said Bee’s staff was happy, Blitz would believe it. The fact that the Queen of Gluttony was fine with losing to an imp in a drinking contest in front of everyone also helped.

If the staff was being this happy out in the open with the the King of Hell around, then he couldn’t be that bad, right?

He tried to hold onto that hope as they were finally led to another set of large double doors. Two doberman hellhounds, one blue, one tan, opened the doors to let them in. Inside they were surrounded by sparkling white, gold and reds from floor to ceiling that shined ominously in the light of the candles that hung everywhere. The windows along the walls were covered by heavy blood red velvet curtains, making the candles the room's only light source. (Also a fire hazard. But hey, not his castle!) Two large tables had been put a few feet back from the pedestal… thingy that the throne was on with a few matching chairs to the left and right of them.

The pedestal itself sat in the middle of the north wall and was surrounded by a red and white circus themed velvet canopy with golden tassels along the edges. On the walls on either side of the canopy hung flags with the Devil's sigils. In the middle of it was a high backed throne where the King of Hell himself sat looking bored as Hell. 

Pun fully intended.

Blitz hated to admit it. But the King actually made the whole ‘Circus Vibe’ look pretty fucking cool. Way better than Mammon that’s for sure! Also, wow. Like, whoa! He was pretty. Blitz’ heard the stories, his mom loved to tell him and Barbie stories that her dad used to tell her back from when the guy used to work here at the palace, back way before she was even born, but not long before the King and Queen split. Even had some old drawings Gramps did years ago of both the King and Queen (destroyed in the fire like everything else he ruined.) and they had been pretty in those but like, damn, the King really was that hot, huh? Not as gorgeous as Stolas but unholy fuck, the Fallen really had kept his angelic features. All small and delicate and shit. If he didn’t already know exactly who that was in front of him, Blitz might have been dumb enough to believe just that. But he did know and honestly? That just made the Morningstar so much scarier. Like one of the plants Stolas has. The one that lured in it's pray before snapping shut.

As soon as they stopped at the table Stolas bowed deeply to the King, which he and the rest of the team were quick to follow his example.

“Your Majesty.” Stolas said with the most respectful tone Blitz had ever heard before turning to the blue bitch on the opposite side of them and used the least respectful tone he’s ever heard. “Andrealphus.”

The Morningstar didn’t even acknowledge Stolas. Instead he was looking at them for some reason. Then with a roll of his eye the King snaps his fingers. In an instant the chains holding them, and the muzzle in Loona’s case, were gone like they had never been there in the first place.

“Just to be clear,” The King starts, and fuck even his voice is hot! All light and floaty like a singer. That’s just not fair! “Those go back on if any of you misbehave.”

His eyes landed on Andy and- oh shit! The color of his eyes swapped! Only for a moment but oooh… that was kinda hot. Those gold and ruby red eyes made that overgrown turkey lose the smug smile he had a few minutes ago to shrink in fear.

“Got it?”

And though the question was directed at the peacock they all nodded out of fear. The Morningstar relaxed back into his throne. “Then let’s get this over with.”

The look of boredom returned to the Sin's face as he turned back to him and his team.

“You lot are charged with using a powerful Goetic heirloom for undocumented personal use in the mortal realm. The prosecutor originally claimed that you had stolen it, but given that Prince Stolas has denied those claims and now stands with you today, that is clearly not the case. So, how do you plead?”

“Not guilty, Your Majesty!” Stolas said immediately. “As the heirloom in question belongs to me, I have say over who gets to use it. And while none of it has been filed as of yet, the I.M.P office has indeed kept a record of all of their trips to the mortal realm. I have brought a copy of all of them for you to look over.”

Their Goetia summoned the files and let the drift over to the King, who grabbed them out of the air and began to slowly look through them. If it had been up to Blitz, they would have burned them all before they got here but Stolas insisted that having them would be more helpful. Looks like his birdie was right.

By the looks of it Andy already wasn’t very happy about how this was going.

“Sire if I may,” And fucking Hell's, his voice was just as pompous as he looked. “Owner of the grimoire or not, that doesn’t change the fact a bunch of imps and a hellhound were gallivanting across all of Hell and the mortal realms with a powerful heirloom made just after the Fall from Heaven! One that’s intricate in monthly ceremonies! If they had lost or damaged it, there would be no way of replacing it! And no way of completing those ceremonies! Imagine the chaos that it would have wrought!”

What rot had to do with anything he didn’t know, but it seemed to piss Stolas off… Was the grimoire really that important? Blitz had known it was important to Stolas, but to Hell as a whole? If it was, then why did Stols' let them use it in the first place? Yeah, he stole it that first night, but he knew how strong the bird was. If Stolas really wanted that book back it wouldn’t have been hard for him to take it! He’s seen how strong the bird was. It would have been easy to get it back from them…

So why didn’t he? Stolas couldn’t have been that horny. And even if he was, Stolas could get anyone at any time! He proved it at Verosika’s shit party! He didn’t need Blitz! 

(Obviously the owl had figured that out too. That he was too good for a broken imp like Blitz.)

Stolas and Elsa kept arguing about the history of the book as the King looked over their paperwork. Blitz tried to keep up with what they were saying. Really, he did. But with all the fancy schmancy words they were using he couldn’t understand shit! A glance at Moxxie showed that he seemed to be following what was being said, he would ask Mox for the cliff notes later. If they didn’t die that is. Their arguing was cut off by the Morningstar.

“It says here,” The King stated looking directly at Blitz. “That during the Harvest Moon Festival you had a fight with an assassin named Striker with a ‘Carmine-Crafted Blessing-Tipped Rifle’ who was after Prince Stolas. And another time he went after him again with ‘Blessed Revolvers’ and other Holy items. Is that right?”

“Yep!” Blitz said quickly not to anger the Fallen. “Yes! We sure did! My team kicked his ass both times too! Obviously, seeing as Stols is still alive and all, but he ah… got away. I ah, also had another run in with the bastard, nothing to do with Stolas for once, but the asshole’s like a cockroach! He keeps getting away! You can ask the big Oz all about that if you want! He helped kidnap and tried to ransom his headliner that time!”

Blitz winched as he said the words. He had said them without thinking and it felt like he was throwing Fizz under the bus, but the news about him and Ozzie being a thing has been out for a while now, so surely the King not only knew about it but was at least somewhat okay with it… right? Cause even a Sin had to listen to the Morningstar! If the King wasn’t fine with one of his Generals fucking a lowly imp he would have don’t something about it by now right?! Fuck! He really hoped he didn’t just screw over Fizz. Blitz felt like his heart was going to explode as the Fallen’s eyes narrowed on him.

“Ḧ̵̪́e̴̪̋ ̸̝̄a̵͓̐t̵͍̀t̷͂ͅa̵̗̅c̶͚̄k̷̜̕ę̶̂d̶̺̏ ̴̠̓F̶̪̒i̶̮͠z̶͖͠ẕ̷̔ą̸̎r̷̹̅ö̷͎́l̶̻̆l̵̜̉ḭ̵̾?̴̹͒”

The imp shivered at the dual tone voice. His spines raised, his tail stilled and all he wanted to do was pull his team and Stolas behind him. To growl and protect them as much as he could. All of his instincts screamed at him that his family was in danger! The faint growl he heard from behind him told him that Loona felt the same and he needed to do something now before his girl did something stupid and got herself killed! So Blitz slammed his instincts down and took a breath to force himself to calm down. If he could relax, then so would Loona.

He tried to focus on the question he was asked. The words themselves, not how they were spoken. And it helped. It helped a lot actually! 

Because the King wasn’t pissed at him. He was pissed that someone attacked Fizz.

That was good! Great even! Because that meant Fizzie had another Sin on his side if Mammon tried to pull some shit. The First Sin at that! But more importantly, right now it meant that his team was still safe for the time being. That the King wasn’t going to attack them. It calmed him down a lot when he realized that.

“Yes.” Blitz finally answered. 

“After we got out of the Kidnapper’s, an imp named Crimson in Greed,” He felt no guilt over selling out Mox’ shit dad. Fucker had it coming! He’ll buy Moxxie tickets to one of his stupid musicals as an apology if they lived through this to make it up to him. “Hideout, he tried to kill Fizz cause he’s a whiny little bitch who’s mad he keeps losing fights. I managed to set him on fire before he ran away though. Don’t know where he is now.”

“Hm.” The King leaned back on his throne. He then focused on the Reapers who were still standing by the doors. “What efforts have been made to capture this assassin?”

Blitz couldn’t really tell with the hood on but he was pretty sure the bastards were nervous. Good! Those fuckers deserved to be scared after muzzling his daughter!

“We, uh, we put out more wanted posters?”

Hellfire erupted from the throne! Heat filled the room making it hard to breathe. If he thought his instincts were screaming before, they were howling now. To run. To hide. To beg! Anything besides just standing there! Because the pretty Fallen Angel from before was no longer in front of them.

The Devil was.

“W̷̛̱̥̙̤̜͓͕̒͒̋͘͝͝H̸͇̥̝̤͗̉̋̑͒͋̄͊͠Ḁ̷̫͓̼̠͎͈̲̖̟͉̋̉̒T̶̡̠̫̯̖̠͚̝͍͊̿!̴̣̤̲̲̞͍̼͉͆̈́͗̓̀͝͝?̷̛̻̯͙̯͙͛̽̿̓͆̅͐́̕͝”

Six bright white and blood red wings flung the Devil into the air above them, coat tail covered in yellow eyes, almost looking like another set of wings. Eyes glowing a pure red as sharp teeth snarled and black tail lashed out behind him like a whip. Blood red horns had sprouted from his forehead, fire floating between them like a crown with a golden snake acting like a broken halo just above it.

And all around him was fire.

Bright red hellfire that curls around him like snakes. No. No, they were snakes. Snakes made of fire, ready to strike at any moment.

From one corner of his eyes he saw Stolas and the other bird quickly kneel down with their heads bowed. From the other he saw M&M and Loona cower together in a huddle on the ground. Blitz did neither. He couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. Could only stare at the living fire right in front of him.

They were going to die!

They were going to burn!

(Just like his Mother.)

But the Morningstar’s attention was not on them, but on the Reapers behind them. He flew over them and landed before the Reapers and Blitz quickly turns to follow his movements. Instincts demanding he kept his eyes on the danger, to not let it out of his sight or he would become it's next pray.

“You mean to tell me that there's a demon out there with access to multiple Holy weapons, has attacked not only a Prince of Hell, but the lover of a Sin and you’ve done n̴̢͒o̴̜̔ṱ̵̐h̶͙̄ȉ̷̺n̴̲̈g̵̣̀ to find him?!”

They didn’t say anything. Just shrunk back in fear.

“I want him found.” The Devil hissed. “Now. Today!”

The Reapers nodded their heads rapidly but otherwise didn’t move.

“G̷̺̥͊́̾͛͜Ò̸̱̯̦̝̇̕ͅ!̶̙̱͝!̵̠͉̎̎̚͜”

They ran.

The second they were gone, so was the fire.

Blitz could finally breathe again. Choking down air was more accurate, but it was better then the nothing he was doing before! The malice that they had been drowning in a second ago was also gone like it had never been there in the first place. The imp shivered as he watched the Fallen float back to his throne. Heard him muttering about idiots as he passed by to collapse in his fancy chair. Blitz watched the King rubbed at his forehead as he swapped back to his previous self before snapping his fingers. From out of the shadows appeared an infestor demon (Blitz couldn’t help but cringe at the sight. He still wasn’t over the last infestor they dealt with.) that looks like some kind of fancy-pants goldfish with weird ass bubble things on his head kinda shaped like a pompadour.

“Luke, I want you to contact Asmodeus and ask him to put this incident in a report. From both his and Fizzarolli’s side of things. Kidnapping and ransom might be legal in Greed, but not when angelic weapons are involved. If Mammon has a problem with that, let me know.”

“Of course Sire. It will be done.” The freak bowed and then vanished.

Good fucking riddance.

Then the Morningstar turned back to look at them. He barely glanced at his team, thank fuck. Raised a brow at him with a look of admiration on his face before rolling his eyes at the Ars Goetia who were still kneeling with their heads bowed.

“You may rise.” He told them, then picked the files back up and started to read again. No one spoke as he flipped through a few more pages, but soon enough he was focused on Blitz one more. “Cherubs accidentally kill a human?”

“Yep.” He answered without hesitation.

“With a piano?”

“Like a fucking cartoon.”

“Huh.” The Morningstar blinked at him in shock before shaking his head and going back to the paperwork. “I’ll have someone keep an eye out for them. And this human agency as well. Can’t have them interfering with things beyond their comprehension. It’ll only make them even more annoying if they become a sinner.”

Blitz nodded even though the King was no longer looking at him. Hey, if it meant that he and his team didn’t have to deal with those D.H.O.R.K.S. again, then it's all good with him! Less bullets to waste as far as he was concerned. From the corner of his eye he could see Stolas watching him with wide eyed panic, but he wasn’t sure why the bird looked so worried. From where he was standing this all seemed to be going in their favor! Stolas’ plan to keep the paperwork was working! But of course it was, his birdie was so fucking smart, any plan he thought of would work!

They would be out of here in no time!

*

They.

Were.

Still.

Fucking here!!!

Blitz felt like slamming his head against the floor or the walls or one of the desks, anything but just sitting here doing nothing!! How many times did they have to go over the same fucking things?! Yes, the book is very old and very important to Hell’s history and some stupid imp shouldn’t have access to it, blah, blah, blah! Whatever! Even the King looked bored out of his fucking mind! At least he had the option to check his phone, if Blitz tried to pull out his phone, he’d probably get in trouble for that shit! He thought that after Fizz sent in that report about his kidnapping they’d be out of this place!

But no! Even after the Sin read the report from both Fizz and Ozzie (why they didn’t just come here he didn’t know, but maybe the Morningstar didn’t see this as a reason to disrupt another Sins’s work schedule.) they were still just standing here doing fuck all! Blitz didn’t even know how much time had past because there wasn’t a fucking clock in this damn room and all the windows were covered! And again, he couldn’t use his fucking phone!!

The only bright side was that the Morningstar was kind enough to feed them. He had his staff bring in some food a few… hours? It felt like hours. Hours ago. Not enough cheese or hot sauce for his liking, but Blitz doubted that the King was going to take food requests in the middle of a trial. Least there was plenty of meat for Loona. His baby girl had been so nervous this morning she barely ate a thing. Neither did he honestly, and he didn’t have time to check if M&M ate, but given how the two had also wolfed down the food he’d guess not. But Stolas must have. He only ate one of the rats the staff brought for him. And only after he had seen them eating.

…Did he think they were poisoned?

No, that was stupid. The Devil could kill them all with just a thought! He had no reason to poison them. Stolas probably ate earlier and didn’t want to seem rude. Yeah, that made more sense.

Still Blitz wished this fucking thing was over with!! It felt like he was going to go crazy! If something new didn’t come up in the next fifteen minutes, he was jumping out of the closest damn window!

A knock came from the double doors behind them.

“Enter.” The Morningstar called as he sat up straight once more and not slouched over his throne like he had been after the seventh round of repeating the same shit. Not that Blitz blamed him, if he had a better seat then these wooden chairs, he’d get comfy too.

The doors opened to show some Reapers, probably the same ones from earlier, dragging in something that was completely wrapped up in their chains. A few more followed carrying crates. As they came closer Blitz saw that the thing they were dragging was Striker! The hybrid was covered with chains from head to toe and had his bandanna shoved into his mouth to keep him from talking. Though it didn’t seem to be helping much given all the noises the jackass was still making. As the Reapers dragged him past them, Blitz could help winking as the cowboy’s look of wide eyed shock.

A quick look at Andy showed that if birds could sweat, that peacock would be sweating bullets from how nervous he was now! Stolas on the other hand seemed to stand taller. He stared down at Striker like he was scum on the bottom of his shoe. He didn’t seem to be afraid of the assassin that hurt him.

Good! Stolas didn’t deserve to be afraid of anyone. Especially not some bitchass yeehaw cowboy! Even if he did have a cool horse.

…

Blitz wonders if Bombproof was okay and if he needs a new home now, and if the Morningstar will let him keep the horse. Because if yes, he’s sure Fizz won’t mind holding onto Bombproof for a while until Blitz could find a good place to keep him! He’ll even let Fizz ride him first… after he’s had a turn. How could Fizzie say no to a deal like that?!

The Reapers dropped the creates and hauled Striker up to be standing, turning him to face the Morningstar. Blitz couldn’t stop the whistle that left his lips as the Reapers opened the creates to show a boat load of angelic weapons inside. And here he thought Carmine was careful about how much angelic steel she gave out! If the King didn’t shut her down for this, maybe he would try giving her a call.

“Your Majesty,” One of the Reapers started. “We’ve brought the assailant to you as promised.”

Blitz rolled his eyes at the words. Fucking ass kissers. The Sin of Pride didn’t seem impressed with them either if the bored look he was given them meant anything.

“So I see,” he answered. “Remove his gag. I want to hear what he has to say for his actions.”

Which was a big mistake because, of course, the first thing the idiot did when faced with the Morningstar was spout his supremacist bullshit! 

“Fuck all you goddamn royals!” Striker shouted with a manic look in his eyes. “You think you can just drag me in here cause your the fuckin’ King!? Fuck you! Fuck you and your fancy-ass crown! You only cared about catchin’ me now cause I tried killin’ one of your own! Doesn’t matter that his bitchass cunt of a wife hired me! What about all the real demons I killed huh?! I bet you never even thought about them!! No! No, all you royals care about is yourse-”

“Are you done?” The Fallen asked boredly, cutting Striker off.

Blitz watched as Striker stared in frozen shock as the King rested his head in the palm of his hand.

“Of course you’re one of those assholes.” The Morningstar continued on just as bored as before. “A little hypocrite who whines about all the wrongs in the world while sitting back and enjoying all the benefits life brings you. How’s all that money you made off all those ‘real demons’ lives by the way? You apparently made enough to buy all these weapons and make a giant statue of yourself with a dick the size of your ego, really compensating there aren't ya? And yet, you did nothing to help out your fellow ‘real demons’ when they needed it.

 “But please, keep telling me how your life's not fair! How everything's just sooo hard! How everything is everyone else's fault but yours! How it’s all my fault your life is like this! I’ve heard it all before. From sinners and hellborns alike. All of them were far better and stronger than you. You want to know all that they accomplished with this type of bitching? Go on. Guess.”

Striker didn’t guess. He was just watching the King with fear in his eyes. Looks like the assassin finally realized what he was up against. Not that the Devil seemed to care. He just kept staring down at Striker with that bored look on his face.

“Zero. Zip. Nada. Just like you. All they did was whine, and bitch, and moan allll the way to the execution block. Just like you will. Though before that, I have some questions I want you to answer. If you answer them here and now, I’ll make it a quick death. And if you don’t, well, unlike you, I have all the time in the world. Even if you don’t answer, I’ll eventually find someone who can and will do so gladly.”

The Morningstar drummed the claws of his other hand against the arm of his throne. A mock smile formed on his pretty face.

“So partner, what will it be? Quick? Or slow?”

Blitz shivered in fear. He was so fucking glad it wasn’t him and his team getting this treatment from the King. Striker looked paler than he had when he was dragged in. And the peacock didn’t look much better. Sucks to be them!

Striker swallowed before he asked, “W- what do you want to know?”

Laughter bursts from the Fallen. Harsh and cruel, just like the smile he now wore on his face as he grinned at the cowboy.

“Well, that took less time then I thought it would. Looks like I overestimated you.” he mocked. “How did you get these weapons? Did you buy them straight from the Overlord or was there a middle man?”

Striker grimaced at the taunt but answered all the same. “I only paid for the first few weapons. I called and ordered the lasso and a gun that all got delivered to me. I paid out the ass for them. After that, she stopped sellin’ to me and I started stealin’ em from other past customers. It's bullshit that bitch got to pick and choose who she sells to. Bitch just wants to keep all that steel to herself.”

“Or she’s just smart enough to see what a terrible customer you were.” The King deadpans. “Next question, you admit that…. That uh,”

Blitz watched as the Morningstar’s face scrunched up in confusion. Thankfully Stolas seemed to know what the King wanted. Smartest bird in Hell!

“Stella, Your Majesty.”

“Yeah that bitch!” he said pointing at Stolas happily before focusing on the hybrid once more. “You admit that this Stella hired you to kill Prince Stolas?”

“Yes, but she called it off. Said she still needed him for a while.”

“Probably because she wouldn’t get any money if he died.” The Fallen said with a roll of his eyes. “All of it would go to his daughter.”

“That would make the most sense, yes.” Stolas agreed.

“Why did you kidnap Fizzarolli?” The Fallen Angel continued.

“I was looking for a job and he was there.” Striker admitted after a moment. “The fact that Blitzy was there too was just the cherry on top.”

“How’d that explosion taste jackass!?” Blitz couldn’t help call out, flipping the hick off as he did so.

“Blitz!” Moxie hissed. 

That was good. He was getting worried about how quiet they all were. Blitz used his other hand to flip off Moxxie. Just because he was happy they were doing good doesn’t mean Mox got to scold him in front of their King! Luckily, the King in question didn’t seem to mind either of their outbursts. He just snickered and moved on.

“Final question, before you were brought here, did you have any contact with uh, Stellar or Adagietto over there?” He asked while gesturing to Stols’ shitty brother-in-law, making the stuck up pigeon look both offended and horrified. Looks like the fucker just got caught.

Striker answered without hesitation.

“Yeah, back when he thought Satan was goin’ to be running the trial. Wanted me to go along with his story that Blitzo hired me to kill Feathers for em.”

Blitz scoffed. “First of all, the O is silent asshat! Second of all, if I wanted Stolas dead, I would have done it my-fucking-self!”

Behind him Blitz could hear a slap sound followed by Moxxie saying “We’re gonna fucking die.” Which he totally resented! They weren’t gonna die from him telling the truth! The King was even nodding along with him!

“Yeah, that makes sense. You're an assassin and you had his grimoire, you could have killed Prince Stolas at any time you wanted. That was a stupid plan.” The Sin of Pride sighs. “I don’t know why I expected better from you.”

The Morningstar turned his focus to the Reapers still holding up Striker.

“Take him and the weapons to Satan. Tell him he can do whatever he wants with the weapons and to kill this pathetic excuse of an assassin as quickly as possible. I don’t want him taking up more of Hell’s air.”

The Reapers bowed as best as they could. “It will be done, Your Majesty.”

Before they began to drag Striker out of the room, one re-stuffed the bandanna in his mouth. That was probably for the best. Blitz really didn’t want to hear his bitching as he was taken to his death. Good fucking riddance to that dickhead!

“Well now that that's over with,” The King said as they were still dragging the hybrid out of the room. “I think it’s time to draw this court case to a close and deal out some sentencing, don’t you?”

The Sin of Pride was officially Blitz’ new favorite Sin. Fuck that big red bitch! What had Satan ever done for him? Nothing that’s what! The Morningstar cared about the real shit, like going the fuck home!

“Prince Stolas” 

Shit, maybe he spoke too soon.

“You will no longer hand out the grimoire without mine or another Sins permission. Is that clear?”

Never mind! Still his favorite Sin.

“Of course your Majesty.” Stolas said with a bow. “Rest assured that I had no intention of doing that again and have made sure the I.M.P team has a more reasonable replacement.”

“Fantastic. And as the party most affected by this scheme, how would you like to handle the punishment of the Marquis and his sister?”

Stolas blinked up at the Sin in shock before speaking. “Your Majesty, I hardly think I would have been the one most affected by this trial. After all, the I.M.P team were the ones drawn into question in the first place!”

Fuck. And just when Blitz thought he couldn’t love that owl more than he already did, he goes and does something stupid like that! Stolas really was doing his best to try and help his team out. Blitz couldn’t stop his tail from wagging even if he tried.

“Yeah, no.” The King dragged out. “See, if I weren’t the one to take over this trial, they’d be dead. Nothing for them to worry about after that. You, on the other hand, had the very real chance to lose everything. Which is what I think your wifey and her brother were hoping for with all the bullshit demands they keep trying to make. Your crown, your palace, your daughter, everything. So, with that in mind, what do you want?”

Stolas had froze at the realization that he could have lost his daughter. Blitz didn’t blame him, if he had known that was an option… fuck, he didn’t know what he would have done in the big bird's place. He already had to live a life without Loona, he didn’t want to do it again! And he only adopted her a few years ago! But Stolas had Octavia since day one, Blitz couldn’t even begin to imagine how much the thought must be killing Stolas. After a few moments, Stols’ took a deep breath before he finally answered.

“I want a divorce.” His owl said slowly. Like he wasn’t sure if this was real. “I also want primary custody of my daughter. I won’t cut my daughter off from her mother, not yet anyway, but I want it so that Andrealphus will have no contact with her. That if he’s ever in the same room, no, that same area as her then Stella will then lose whatever little custody she has left. Her parental rights even.”

“Done.” The Morningstar snapped his fingers and a piece of paper appeared in front of Stolas. “Read that over, if you like what it says, sign it. If not, tell me what you want reworded.”

He then turned to Blitz. “As for you lot, you will start filing your paperwork on a monthly basis. And I want you to give out brochures of my daughter’s Hotel to the sinners that come to your business. Got it?”

“You got it, your Majesty!” Blitz said, snapping finger guns at the King. “I’ll get Moxxie started on that right away!”

The Sin snorted, but turned back to Stolas who had already finished reading over the divorce paperwork the King had given him because he was a nerd. “Well?”

Stolas looked at the paper like it was made of gold before nodding to the Morningstar.

“I find no fault with these conditions and will be happy to sign it Your Majesty.” He said before summoning a pen to do just that. The second it was signed the paper flew back to the King and disappeared with another snap of his fingers.

“Wonderful!” The Fallen cheered before turning to Elsa with the same bored look he gave Striker. “Alrighty then Ampersand, your turn.”

“Actually Sire, that’s not my na-”

“Yeah, I really don’t care.” he said casually interrupting the Ars Goetia. “Lose the number to my secretary. If I hear from you or your sister anytime in the next few centuries, I’ll make sure Satan knows he can set up that public execution you wanted oh so badly. Just for trying to correct me, you’ll find out the rest of your punishment as the week goes by. Capeesh?”

If it was possible for the bird’s face to be paler than it already was, he’d be see-through.

“O- of course Sire.”

“Great. Get out of my fucking Palace.”

The pussy ran out of the room as quickly as he could! Blitz openly snickered at the fleeing form of the Goetia. Bastard got what he fucking deserved for trying to mess with them! Should’ve minded his own goddamned business!

“A member of my staff will have the brochures ready for you to take by the front door.” The Sin of Pride told them. “Have a nice day.”

They all made their quick bows and got the fuck out of there before the King changed his mind. Blitz never ever wanted to see the inside of the Morningstar's Palace again!

*

The portal closed leaving them in the middle of I.M.P’s meeting room with the five crates of brochures. They all stood there in silence for a moment. Just staring at where the portal had been. 

“So, just to be clear,” Blitz said suddenly, breaking the silence. “We all agree that the King is fucking hot, right?”

“Ohyes.” “Uh-huh.” “As a lava pit.” “Definitely.”

“Okay, great. Glad we’re on the same page.”

As they settled into silence again Blitz stared at the room around them. The room they spent so much time in. In the building he worked so hard to get an office in. Realization finally hit. They did it. They won the court case. They were free to continue the business they loved! And all it cost them was advertising the Princess of Hell’s dumb Hotel to sinners and turning in some paperwork every month! Blitz felt a wide chaotic grin form on his face. He turned to look at his team to see that they were also hit with the same realization. Without hesitation Blitz threw himself at them and pulled them into a hug.

“WE DID IT!!!” he screamed. “HOLY FUCKING SHIT!! WE DID IT!!”

Millie screeched as she hugged him back just as hard. “We didn’t just do it, B! We got the King’s backin’!”

“The Morningstar is supporting an imp run business.” Moxxie whispered in awe, before yelling. “THE MORNINGSTAR IS SUPPORTING AN IMP RUN BUSINESS!!!”

Loona didn’t even speak. Just picked them up and squeezed them as she howled loudly with joy! The room practically vibrated from the sound of it! The second she put them down Blitz turned to the owl who had been watching them with a soft smile. Without thinking he grabbed the bird and yanked him down into the hug with them.

“Stolas! We did it!” he cheered.

“Thank you so much Your Highness!” Moxie added. “We couldn’t have done it without your help!”

Stolas blushed, and fuck did he look beautiful. “Oh, no! I have no doubt you could have done it without me!”

“No we fucking couldn’t.” Loona told him.

“Yeah! Without you, we probably would’ve ended up on the chopping block!” Millie said. “Our plan for dealin’ with the cops has always been to get rid of the evidence! Who knew it was goin’ ta end up saving our asses!”

“Oh, well, in that case…” Stolas smiled. “I’m happy to have been able to help you all!”

They stayed like that for a while. Just hugging and giggling about their victory. Finally Blitz pulled away, pride glowing in his eyes as he looked at them, tail wagging wildly.

“Okay! Everyone, we’re taking the rest of the day off!” His words were met with cheers from his team. “And then tomorrow we’re going to get a shit ton of shelves for these damn things!”

He patted the closed box of brochures grinning. “Soon enough we’re going to have sinners banging the doors down!”

He tossed Loona the keys to the van so that she could take M&M to get head to the usual bar they party at after a big pay day, with the promise that he would be there soon. His Loony Toony gave him a look that she slowly slid to the Ars Goetia that was still standing there awkwardly. He shooed her away with his hands. As soon as they were gone the cheer from before vanished from the room. Fuck, this was uncomfortable. But he needed to do this, even if he was pretty sure that Stolas was going to make an excuse to leave, he had no other way to thank the owl for all his help. 

“Sooo.” he said, turning to the bird with a crooked smile. “I know it’s probably not your thing, but if you want, you could come with? The beers kinda shitty, but they got cheesy fried rat! I’ve tried it before, it’s not that bad.”

Stolas stared at him quietly for a moment.

“You… you want me to join in on your celebration?” He asked in confusion.

“Well, I mean- it’s your celebration too!” Blitz said, sweating now. “I mean, ya finally got rid of that bitch wife! If that’s not something to celebrate then I don’t know what is!”

When Stolas didn’t say anything the imp felt his shoulders drop. He knew it was a long shot. But of course the Goetia didn’t want to go to some rundown bar to party with three imps and a hellhound. Or well, he probably would have been fine with it if it was just M&M and Loony. Not him. And he got it... Blitz had fucked up. Stolas had wanted a big mutual confession and he couldn’t live up to that. And he had even fucked up in apologizing too.

 He always fucked up.

“Look,” he said when Stolas still didn’t answer. “I get you only helped us out cause you felt like you needed too, and I can’t thank you enough for that, but if you want this to be the last time we see each other... that's fine. I won't bother you again and you can move on with your life. You're a free bird now! I’m sure that… incubus from the party will be happy about that. Or whoever you get with next.”

Blitz looked away from him to stare at the whiteboard before continuing. If he kept looking at Stolas’ perfect face he might start crying, and the owl didn’t need to see that.

“You’re… amazing Stols. You’re gorgeous and so fucking kind. You put up with my bullshit longer than most and you helped save our asses when you didn’t have too. Anyone with half a brain would know how lucky they are to have you in their lives… and the fact that I was too stupid to realize that before now shows I’m... not one of those people.”

He took a ragged breath, then grinned up at the owl, eyes closed with his hand out.

“We’ll just call this even and say our goodbyes now, yeah? Move on with our lives. You can pretend like we never met!”

....

At first there was nothing. And then suddenly, he heard a soft hiccup. Blitz opened his eyes to see Stolas, all four eyes wide with tears and a wobbling beak.

“I- I don’t want that!” he finally choked out. “I don’t want to say goodbye! I don’t want to pretend like we never happened! That we never met!”

Blitz watched in shock as Stolas sunk to the floor sobbing. Before he could say anything, the bird continued.

“I- I didn’t help you because I felt indebted to you.” Stolas continued. “I did it because, because the thought of you facing the Morningstar alone terrified me! No one had seen the King in years, and suddenly I found out he was going to hold court for the first time in two hundred years and that you were being prosecuted because I lent you that stupid grimoire?! I thought I might lose you forever! Because of me!”

“If you died because of me… because of what I did, I don’t know what I would do. I know after that party- Hell's, after everything I’ve said and done during our deal, you have no reason to believe me, but I do care about you Blitz.” Stolas looked at him with those tear filled eyes, pupils now showing. “So please, even if you don’t love me the way I love you, even if all you ever want to be is friends! I can do that! So just-! Please… please don’t leave me. Please Bli-”

He didn’t let the bird finish begging. This wasn’t the kind of begging he liked hearing from Stolas. This was… He didn’t like it. Stolas should never have to beg like this! And sure as fuck not to him! So he rushed forwards and gave the birdbrain another hug, this time letting his tail wrap around his stupidly skinny waist. Stolas clung to him just as tightly, sobbing into his shoulder. Blitz ran his claws threw his feathers and tried not to break down himself, though once a few tears escaped he quickly gave up. Resting his head against the Goetia’s Blitz choked out his own confession.

“I don’t want to lose you either. I- I love you too Stolas, I do! But I- I was just so fucking scared! You could have anyone, and you wanted me? That made no fucking sense! I’m an asshole! So I figured it was just the sex getting to your head, and that sooner or later you’d realize it and… I didn’t want to be there when that happened. So I- I pushed you away and fuck did I hate every second of it! But I ruin everything I touch, and I didn’t want to ruin you! I’m so fucking sorry Stolas.”

“No.” Stolas pulled back enough to look him in the eyes. “No, it’s not your fault Blitz. I built up my expectations and dropped it all on you out of nowhere, expecting you to just…  go along with my fantasies when you're a real person with your own thoughts and feelings. I don’t blame you for pushing me away. I must have seemed insane.”

His birdie scowled at the word. Blitz gave him a smile and wiped away the tears from his eyes, taking care to get the upper ones first so that the tears didn’t leak back down into the lower ones.

“Just a little bit.” Blitz agrees, making Stols’ pout at him. “B~ut looking back on it, you gotta admit, it was kinda funny.”

Stolas pouted for a bit longer before he gave a small laugh. “I supposed. I was pretty dramatic wasn’t I?”

“Oooh, yeah. Worse than Moxxie’s favorite soap operas.” Blitz teased before getting nervous. Fuck it! He didn’t survive meeting the Morningstar just to pussy out now! “I guess that’s something we’re both gonna have to work on if we’re going to give this thing a real shot, huh?”

Stolas stared at him in shock. Then his eyes got all shiny again as a bright beautiful smile formed on his feathery face.

“Yes, I suppose we will.”

They stayed curled up in each other's arms for a while longer. Long enough that Loona had to text to see if he was still coming. Blitz helped his birdie to stand and gave him an anxious grin.

“So, about celebrating?”

Stolas gave him a sad look that didn’t help the imp’s nerves before he spoke. “As much as I would love too darling, I have to go and tell Via about the divorce being finalized. It’s going to be all over the news soon and I’d rather she heard it from me, not others.”

“Yeah,” Blitz winced at the reminder. “That would probably suck ass. Especially if that someone was her bitch mom.”

“Mhmm. Yes, that would have been my worry too.” Stolas rolled his eyes before smirking at the imp. “But thanks to His Majesty, Andrealphus would have been forced to call Stella to send Via home before he got there unless he wanted Stella to lose whatever hold on her she still has. And while Andrealphus maybe many things, he is not a complete moron.”

“Just mostly one.” Blitz joked, getting a laugh from his Goetia.

“Yes! Just mostly a moron!” Stolas cheered before sighing. “So I’m afraid that I’m going to miss this celebration. But perhaps... I could make it to the next one?”

Blitz beamed at him. His tail wagging happily behind him.

“You know it! Maybe we can even have a more private party of our own?” He said, wiggling his eyebrows at the Prince.

“Haha! Well, I wouldn’t say no to that.” Stolas leaned down to nuzzle his beak against his nose. “For now, I have to get going. May I call you later?” 

“Looking forward to it, sweetheart.”

*

Work picked up again at first after the trial. Newer sinners always wanted revenge against someone after all, and they even got new hires! Some idiots that worked for free! Which was great cause they didn’t have the money to pay them yet. Not after his… past purchases.

But that’s not important!

What was important was the fact that Millie lied to her family about the trial! Made it sound like he got a meeting with the Morningstar like a complete badass! Like an imp like him could actually get a meeting with the King of Hell! Yeah fucking right. But Mill's lie had spread to other hellborns, which is how they got the idiot interns in the first place. Which also got the newer sinners attention!

Most of the older sinners didn’t give a shit about the Sin of Pride (a mistake on their part, they should always worry about what the Morningstar was doing) but the newer sinners? Oh, those fuckers were always eager to learn what they could about the Fallen. And while none of them had shown too much interest in the Princess’ Hotel, none of them really thought it would work and honestly, fair enough, but he and his team made sure all the sinners who walked into I.M.P left with one of those brochures the Morningstar gave them. 

With the warning that if they were gonna toss them, to do it as far away from this building as possible! He and his team were not getting in trouble for that shit!

Millie's sister and mom both came for their own visits, which Mill’s had been excited about. She loved bragging about their business as much as he did. Though apparently Lin ran into their favorite radio host, that red Overlord, the Radio Demon and now Millie wouldn’t stop playing the radio at work. It wasn’t that bad, jazz wasn’t exactly his first pick of music, but he was getting used to it. Some of the songs were pretty catchy and it was hilarious when the songs changed to the screaming of souls getting ripped to shreds! Moxxie would flinch like he’d been stabbed because of the sudden change, but he would always smile when Mill’s looked his way. The sap.

Not that he had room to talk.

Not now that he and Stolas were actually together. They had been taking it slow, or well, ‘slow’ they were still fucking like hellbunnies, but they haven’t gone on a real date-date yet. Like out to dinner in public or anything. Partly because they both agreed it would be for the best given how fast their relationship had escalated, and partly because Stols’ wanted Via to get used to the fact that, not only was he dating, but that he and her mom had actually divorced. Something that had never happened in Ars Goetia history.

She seemed to be taking it… as well as expected.

Not that he blamed her. The kid had every right to be pissed at him, so he didn’t mind holding off on going on public dates. At least not in Hell. They’ve had a few in the human realm that ended in a lot of fun sex, so it wasn’t that big a deal…

But sooner or later Stolas was gonna want to go on a big date here in Hell. Fizz had been talking about them going on a double date, which sounded fun! He’d get to hang out with his best friend and his boyfriend at the same time, what’s not to like?!

…You know, except for the fact that he had no idea how the fuck he was supposed to take a Prince of Hell on a big fancy date! Stolas loves that all out romantic shit! Blitz had never been good at it, the party full of his Ex’s could’ve told you that! But Stolas liked it, so he was going to have to figure it out. Somehow.

He tried Moxxie, but that asshole was no help!

“Just follow your heart, Blitz. His Highness seems to love you as you are, for some reason, so I’m sure he’ll be happy with whatever you plan out.”

Like what kind of advice was that?! He could have gotten that shit out of a fucking fortune cookie! So he started asking Fizz instead. The former clown was also dating royalty, he’d be more help then Moxxie was, right?

“Fizz, come on!” Blitz begged over the phone. “I really need your help here!”

“The fuck do you want me to do Blitz?” his friend yelled back. “It’s not like I’m an expert in this dating thing! Ozzie and I haven’t even been out officially for that long in case you forgot!”

“Yeah, but you two got all that lovey-dovey romance shit down long before that! It’s not like everyone in Hell didn’t already know you two were together anyway!”

“I resent that! We were great at keeping it a secret!”

“Uh-uh, sure. You just keep telling yourself that. Now help me!”

Fizz groaned in annoyance.

“Look, I don’t have time for this right now, Ozzie’s has been pretty busy since the King was in last week to see one of my shows, and all of Lust is hoping to see him here again. Give it a few weeks to calm down and then I’ll help you.”

“A few weeks?!”

“Hey, it's the best I can do alright?! It’s not like it's going to change much, just keep doing what you’ve been doing and I’ll text you the info. Take it or leave it!”

Blitz hissed but flopped onto his couch.

“Uhhg! Fine, I’ll take it. But it better be worth it asshole!”

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll talk to ya later jerkface.”

*

Fizz had followed through. Had texted him the address to a bistro in Gluttony and when to meet him there. A bit excessive if you asked him, but Fizzie promised that he didn’t have to pay, so it was all good! Blitz just had to make sure to bring a notebook to write everything down.

It would be nice to have a day to just hang out with Fizz though. He hadn’t gotten to do it much since the Morningstar came back, what with him needing all the other Sins for meetings and shit. Fizz liked going to those things with Ozzie. Said it made him feel like their relationship was more accepted. Hopefully Stolas didn’t want him to join in on meetings like that.

He would do it! But if that court case with the Fallen taught him anything, it was that he couldn’t stand all that shit for longer than a few hours or he felt like clawing his eyes out.

He wondered if the Copper Boar let you take leftovers home?

*

Blitz left the lunch happier than he thought he would after Fizz’ little trick.

He was even happier to see Stolas was already there waiting for him! Sure, it was the owl’s bedroom, but he had told the imp that he might be busy for a while after lunch due to some paperwork. So no one could blame him for how his tail wagged when Stolas looked up at him and put his book down.

“Hello darling.” Stolas said cheerfully. “How was your lunch with Fizzarolli?”

Blitz didn’t hesitate to jump up onto the bed next to his birdie and wrapped his arms and still wagging tail around him.

“Pretty good,” he said casually. “Hey babe?”

“Yes, Blitzy?”

“Lucifer’s a fucking dork.”

The squawk that left the Goetia sent him over the edge with laughter. He couldn’t wait to try that out on Moxxie tomorrow!

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