#[ v. I kill people now ; main verse :: Blitzo ]

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@the-perfect-scientist ~ Blitzø & Carlos for the Valentine's starter call

Valentine's Day in Hell. A place that was supposed to be all about endless punishment and bad shit in general. How ridiculous that idea was.

With a frown, Blitzo knocked down the latest drink he had ordered. He'd say that he had lost counts of how many he had had, but he hadn't been counting at all. He knew the only thing that mattered, namely that he wasn't wasted enough to put up with all the sickening horniness that surrounded him.

...Alright, maybe he also had himself to blame for that. He might have chosen the seediest bar he could find, but he was still in Lust, after all.

Grumbling under his breath, he signaled the bartender, just to steal the bottle when the other made to pour him a drink. Then, he hopped off the stool and scanned the crowd, until his gaze fell on a hellhound like demon sitting on his own in a corner. Perfect, another lone, sad motherfucker. Just the kind of company he needed to share his misery with.

"Finish your fuckin' drink, I got better than whatever you're drinkin'," he claimed, dropping in the chair in front of the other, without asking or greeting. "I'm done with those two horny fuckers screwin' on the counter. They almost spilled my drink twice."

Not to mention that they had been making him feel beyond lame."

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@peppy-jester ~ Blitz & Fizz for the Valentine's starter call

Many would have never guessed, but Valentine's Day was a thing in Hell. Sure, the holiday had been twisted into something that had little to do with love and all to do with lust and horniness, but that didn't change the fact that special events were organised for the recurrence.

Unsurprisingly, Ozzie's was one of, if not the, most popular pick for that occasion too. After all, in a way, the festivity was a celebration of the sin Asmodeus incarnated. And the demon surely wasn't shy about going all out to please his patrons.

Just less till a few months before, Blitzo wouldn't have bothered to join the celebrations. He hadn't really paid attention to any of that shit since after his and Verosika's messy break up and he had had no intention of acknowledging it again...at least until he and Fizzarolli had started to patch up their relationship.

His childhood friend was performing that night, of course, so he wouldn't have missed it for the world. Also, it was the perfect excuse to avoid Stolas.

"Here," he exclaimed with a grin, pushing a freshly poured drink in front of the jester as soon as the latter joined him at the bar. "My treat. Damn, I'm starting to understand why you're the start of this place. You're good, Fizz. Real fuckin' good."

Not that he didn't know it. He always had. But this was a great excuse to offer compliments. Out of guilty, out of eagerness, out of affection. And everything in-between.

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@helluvaxhazbin sent: “We need to talk.” (Barbie for Blitz. Just her showing up at the office)

When the door of his office was thrown open without a warning and none other than his twin sister marched in, Blitzo choked on the sip of coffee he had been about to swallow. The hadn't gotten any new cases that day, so he had let Loona and the Ms leave earlier, while he stayed behind to check their books.

Usually that stuff was part of Moxxie's tasks, since he was the only one capable of taking care of it without dying of boredom, but lately Blitzo had been feeling restless to the point of hysteria. He was so desperate for something to keep his hands busy that even that thankless job could do.

Now that he had received that unprompted visit, weeks after the last time they had seen each other on Earth, he wasn't sure if he was glad or not for his choice of not going home with the others.

"Alright, what the actual fuck?!" He exclaimed, setting down his mug with a little too much energy. "Did you just...I've been tryin' to reach you for weeks, Barb! I tried to call, but you constantly hung up on me! You even blocked my number and all the others I used to, for Satan's sake. And now you show up at my fuckin' doorstep demandin' to talk?"

Why was she even there? She had made it crystal clear that she didn't want anything to do with him. And sure, Blitzo had refused to accept her choice, but at least he had stayed coherent in his decisions since the very start. Unlike someone else.

"If your idea of talkin' is tellin' me to fuck off again, don't bother. I heard you loud and clear the other times."

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@amischiefofmuses sent: "Things are going to stay the same forever if you won't talk about it." [Fizz to Blitz]

Blitzo grumbled something unintelligible under his breath, shooting a halfhearted glare at his childhood. He knew that the jester was just trying to help, but the thing was that he had his own method to deal with his problems. Namely ignoring them for as long as possible and drinking them away.

...So what if he got poor results out of it most of the time? On the very short term it worked like a charm.

"Yeah? So, what, oh wise one? Are you sayin' that they'll miraculously fix themselves, if I talk about them?" He deadpanned, making a show of rolling his eyes. "'Cause I don't fuckin' think so."

He looked away, frowning down at his glass for a moment before letting out a sigh. He was in a bad mood, just a little more than he usually was, but he shouldn't be taking it out on Fizzarolli. No wonder nobody stuck around when that was how he always ended up treating them.

"Seriously, Fizz, I'm fine." Not by most people's definition, but he was for his messed up standards. "I have only complicated, shitty relationships and basically no friends...at least before you and I made up. But it's no big deal, really. I'm used to it. Plus, I get paid to kill motherfuckers and that does fuckin' wonders for any pent-up frustration, y'know?"

If there was one thing he had gotten right, that was his current line of work.

"Look, I appreciate the concern, but seriously...there's no need, alright? You already have your shit to deal with, no need to bother with mine when it's not a problem."

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Fizzarolli's explanation has Blitzo scowling once again, but this time there's something different in the frown that curls his features. It's not an expression of irritation and displeasure, there is heartfelt anger colouring it and what looks awfully like ill-concealed worry. No matter how hard he tried to stomp the latter down, for the sake of not being too obvious, it still shows enough to make it clear that his rage isn't directed at his childhood friend.

"Yeah, I fuckin' remember that. I was the one always kickin' your crazy, creepy fans' butts away from you," he comments, his voice oddly flat compared to the flaring tones he has used up till now. "Or maybe all this life of fame and luxury has made you forget back when you had someone who stopped you from doin' real stupid shit. Like walkin' around without security in notoriously shitty areas."

And to think that everyone thinks that he is the less smart and more reckless one. Believe it or not, unhealthy self-destructive habits aside, he knows how to keep himself alive and does his best to stay that way. Most of the time, at least.

Bright red irises dart around, as to embrace their ill lit surroundings, to underline his point. He is judging the jester's choices and he's not even trying to hide it, but his harshness is hardly driven just by mere spite this time.

There might be bad blood between the two of them, but that doesn't mean that he rejoys in Fizzarolli's misery. Not like this, at least.

"So do fuckin' tell, why in the Nine Rings were you alone in this stinky ass dump of a neighbourhood? And what were you plannin' on doin', if I hadn't showed up? Crawl all your way back to Asmodeus's nest and pretend that nothin' had happened?"

He doesn't end the question with a blunt "idiot", but somehow the word resounds even more loudly as unspoken as it is.

ah yes, another couch comment, quick to earn another eye roll and head shake from the cyborg jester. just like old times, blitzo just never learned when to drop a topic, huh. well, it was good to know that some things hadn't changed between them despite so many years apart. still, the attitude drops in favour of listening to his words, searching for an explanation to their current predicament, which reluctantly, fizzarolli was ready to give.

"you know how the business gets, all these sick bastards who get their rocks off off with anything to do with my likeness. and well, since i'm not that good of a fighter, a couple of'em tried to get with the real deal," there's a sigh as he hangs his head low, shaking it with slight jingles of dual toned jester's hat. it was the part of this job he hated the most, the insane popularity that came with fame sometimes was a curse in disguise as a blessing. but, fizzarolli of course had to insist he went out without any bodyguards, nobody could've expected such a thing.

"when they realized they weren't gonna get what they wanted, they were quick to fuck off, didn't stop them from knockin' me around a bit though." robotic appendage comes upward, rubbing upon one of the smaller bruises shining through white makeup.

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@questionablemuses sent: "Oh, uh, Blitz. I didn't realize you would be here, let alone even come back." Cash looks a little uncertain as he rubs the back of his neck. "What are you doing here?"

What is he doing here? Well, that's one fucking good question. Blitzo isn't sure himself and, if he has to be fully honest, he is starting to regret having come there in the first place. There's a reason why he has made a point out of not knowing what his father has been up too since he left. It makes easier to keep the memories and the guilt in that back of his mind.

Yet, when Fizz had mentioned to him that Cash was still out there, still running his circus business, he had found that he couldn't resist. He had to go and have a look, see if the older imp is the same old bastard he used to know.

The truth was that he has been anticipating, maybe even hoping, that his father would great him either with hostility or with the same affability he used to guilt-trip him into doing whatever he wants. With the same condescending tone the other spoke in when he told him about how he had to do it for his mother.

Just the memory has Blitzo's blood boiling and the fact that his expectations aren't met, making the whole situation even more unpleasant to deal with, only feeds his frustration. Why is Cash looking so awkward? So insecure? It makes no sense to him, not when the older imp has been nothing but bossy and borderline abusive with him in the past.

Yet, he also knows that he can't let those emotions show. He doesn't want his father to know just how much he can affect him, even after all those years. He doesn't want him to know what sort of scars he has left behind.

"Come back? What the fuck are you talkin' about? As if I'd ever want to have somethin' to do with this shitty place again. I have a life and a job now, a real job," he shoots back, in the most unimpressed tone he can master. "Don't flatter yourself. I was in the neighbourhood, I saw the big top and got curious. I wasn't expectin' to find you here."

He shrugs, but the stiffness in his shoulders doesn't allow the gesture to come off as smooth as he wishes it was.

"Damn, I'm fuckin' surprised that you're still runnin' this bullshit. You were a terrible ringmaster, that can't have changed, right?"

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Discussed starter for @sevenciircles ~ Blitzo & Fizzarolli

This was a bad idea. A terrible ideas, especially considering what had happened during his last visit to that part of the Lust Ring. Blitzo was very well aware of that fact, even if he had been oh-so-conveniently pretending, even with himself, to be oblivious to his own ill-judge decision.

His reasoning? Talking himself out of it would have been counterproductive. The mortifying events of that dreadful night were at the same time a deterrent and a push to set the record straight, as much as possible. He couldn't just sit there and bear the burning humiliation without even trying to, if not even the score, at least making the defeat less crushing. He had a reputation to uphold, among the other things.

So yes, it was mostly a matter of pride, but not exclusively. There was also something even more personal at stake, an old conflict born out of a soured relationship. This was his chance to deliver a well-aimed it and he knew that he would have regretted it if he hadn't exploited it. No matter how that conversation would have ended.

The Imp crossed his arms over his chest, gritting his teeth a little as his tail nervously whipped the air. The narrow back alley was humid and dark, a strong contrast with the main entrance of the club, with all its lights and fancy decoration. And it was on purpose, since its function was to allow the employees to come, go and have their break in peace, away from the crowd of impatient patrons.

If he had to be fully honest, Blitzo preferred it this way. His performer days have been over for years now and, while he enjoyed the attention and a receptive audience, he was more comfortable in the shadows. Seeing how he normally behaved, one wouldn't have never guessed, but that was on purpose. It was all part of the persona he had built around himself. Loud, confident, greedy, egoistic, determined, ruthless.

In truth, only the last two traits were more than just an act.

Yellow and red eyes narrowed as the backdoor finally opened once again and, this time, the figure that stepped into view was exactly the one he had been waiting for.

Not wanting to lose the surprise effect, Blitzo dashed forward, blocking the other Imp's path, teeth bared in a half growl. The urge to shove his former friend against a whole was strong, but he resisted it, choosing instead to stab a finger against Fizzarolli's chest. No need to start a brawl...yet.

"You!" He exclaimed with a hiss not unlike the sounds that an angry cat would make. "You're the biggest fuckin' hypocrite in this dumpster! And this is Hell, for crying out aloud!"

He had seen humans and angels doing worst things than demons during the years, but those were details and didn't matter to the point he was trying to make.

"Humiliating me in front of everyone, while you were standing there contradicting your own fuckin' song!" Another irate hiss followed, together with a whip of tail. "If you thought that I would have let you get away with all that shit, oh, you're so wrong, you lameass jester!"

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Blitz who’s hotter moxxie or millie?

Unprompted asks || Always accepting !

Damn, that a hard one. Usually, when he thinks about his employees, he thinks about them both at the same time. He has to make a conscious effort to think of one without the other. The M&Ms are a package deal. That's something he has recognised and accepted pretty quickly, even if at times he acts like he hasn't.

After all, and this is something he'll never admit out aloud, what attracts him to them is also their relationship. Strong, solid, balance, loving. Everything his own bonds have never been.

"Alright, first and foremost, let's make on thing clear: they are hotter together, no fuckin' doubt there." And no one will ever change his mind on that. "Now, if I had to pick between one of them..."

His voice trails off as he takes an extra moment to think, a crease forming between his brow.

"Millie. Sorry, Mox, but between you and your unhinged, feral wife? Who obviously pegs you? She's the hottest and I think that you'd agree with me."

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Blitz do you care about stolas?

Unprompted asks || Always accepting !

Blitzo's shoulders tense at the question, even if just imperceptibly. It would take someone who knows him well to notice and, nowadays, there's no such person. The one who comes the closest to it is Millie, but even she isn't really allowed to see everything that hides under the mask he wears every time he's not on his own.

"Stolas?" He repeats, mostly to buy himself some time to figure out how to answer the question...without really answering it. "I mean, we're...good business partners, I guess. I gets me what I need to run my business, I give him what he wants in return. And I don't have to watch my fuckin' back around him, 0cause he always upholds the end of his deal". A shrug. "That's rare, especially in Hell, so I'd be an idiot not to value our partnership."

That's not what he has been asked and he is very well aware of it, even if his casual attitude could easily lead to believe that he had misunderstood the question. And that's exactly what he wants everyone to think, because being honest would mean confessing that he has no idea.

His relationship with Stolas has been confusing for a good while now. What has started off as a mutually beneficial exchange has turned into something much more complicated. He wouldn't know how to call it and, if he has to be fully honest, he isn't sure he wants to know.

They aren't dating, of course, that's pretty much clear. They aren't lovers, outside the physical sense. They are friendly, sort of, but they aren't friends either. He likes the prince, but he also can't stand him either at times. They can have a good time together, but it can also get beyond uncomfortable. They are protective of each other, even if not always openly, but they also seem to have no qualms in using each other for their own goals.

There's a voice in the back of his head that tells him that the last part is him projecting his own behaviour on Stolas, but he refuses to listen to it.

And then there is the matter of the most recent events, when he has been slapped with the fact that even a demon as powerful as Stolas isn't invulnerable. The other was in danger and he didn't even think about taking it seriously. If something worse had happened to him, the blood would have been on his hands too.

And the guilt would have been much more crushing than the one he was already experiencing.

"Is this all? I'm a busy guy, you know? So, if you aren't here to hire an assassin, fuck off and let me go back to my business."

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Send 🫢 for my muse's reaction to yours walking in while they are changing / getting dressed

@mcltiples sent: “oops!” { to Blitzo from Moxxie 👀 }

This wasn't the first time that Blitzo broke into Moxxie and Millie's apartment uninvited. It wasn't like he made a habit of it...no matter what his weapon specialist might think and say, but he was ready to admit that, maybe, it had happened one time too many. Stil, that didn't make it a routine. And it didn't make him a stalker.

Never mind all the times he had followed the couple around, spying on them from behind corners and buildings and newspapers.

For once, however, he hadn't invaded his employees' privacy to snoop on them or go through their things. The little trip had nothing to do with Millie and Moxxie, who weren't even home, and all to do with him getting into a fight with some asshole in a bar and ending up covered in cheap, stinky beer. Their place had just happened to be closer than his own.

Heading back home like that had been out of question. He had a reputation to uphold and people tended to look down at him already, for the mere fact that he was an Imp. The last thing he wanted was for everyone to think that he was a lousy one. That wouldn't have been good for his business.

He had stepped in the shower still dressed, minus his shoes, and then had stripped off each layer as he got them decently clean. By the time he was done, all his clothes were hanging from the metal bar that held the plastic curtain, still mostly soaked but clean and free from the stench of disgusting beer.

Letting out a heavy but satisfied breath, Blitzo stepped out of the shower, reaching for one of the biggest towels. However, he hardly had the time to grab it when the door burst open without a warning and an armed Moxxie barged into the room.

A high-pitched screech left the startled Imp's throat and he instinctively hugged the towel to his chest, as if to cover himself. Not out of embarrassment, he was hardly a prude, he had never been. However, being unexpectedly caught naked, without his gun at arm's reach, made him feel vulnerable. And there were very few things he hated more than that feeling.

Once the initial shock had worn off and his mind had caught up with who had burst inside the bathroom, though, Blitzo's posture quickly relaxed and the startled expression on his face morphed into a lewd smirk.

"Heeeeey, M,~" he greeted in a sing song tone. "Fancy meetin' you here! Who would have expected it..."

He knew what would come next. A rant about how the other imp lived there and how he was the one who shouldn't have been inside the flat, using their shower and Moxxie's scented soap.

To sum it up, all shit he didn't want to hear. Good thing that he knew exactly how to make his weapon specialist forget about that particular rant.

With the most casual attitude ever, he threw aside the towel, crossing his arms over his chest and and tilting his hips slightly, to draw even more attention to his lap.

"How about a tour?" He asked in a purr, following the words with a wink. "Maybe we could start from the bedroom.~"

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@redhnds sent: “ what made you this way ?” (for Blitzo from Moxxie)

Considering the circumstances, the question shouldn't have caught him off guard, but it did anyway. The feeling was similar to when you accidentally trips on your feed without warning, or when a light but unexpected hit reaches you out of the blue.

Blitzo automatically opened his mouth, as to offer an instant retort, but he ended up shutting it abruptly a moment later as he realised that he didn't have anything to say back. Not because he didn't know the answer to the question, but exactly because he did. And none of it were things he was comfortable disclosing.

The circus, the way his father used to treat him. Worthless. Failing to find his path over and over and over. Lost cause. How he had hurt and pushed away all the people who had tried to get close to him. Toxic. How he had to cling to someone else's life to make his own feel less empty. Lonely.

"Do you really need to be that dramatic?" He finally huffed, plastering a well-built, even if fake, annoyed look on his face. "I by chance ended up in the same restaurant you and Millie were at. And, always coincidentally, crushed your little date. So what?"

He followed the words with an eyeroll, crossing his arms over his chest. If he had acted like his usual asshole self, Moxxie would have dropped the subject...right?

"I don't see the need to question what I might or might have not lived through. It's just my fuckin' charming personality."

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"Oh, fuck you, you smug asshole," Blitzo grumbled under his breath at the quip, rolling his eyes, but he took the coffee without complaints. "Don't make me regret lettin' you in."

It was hardly his best comeback, but he was too hungover to come up with something cleverer and the paper mug smelt amazingly. He didn't see a reason to waste his time with words when he could savour that caffeinated wonder.

Damn, if that was the shit rich demons could get their hands on, perhaps he should have milked more out of Stolas than he currently did.

Sipping the hot drink, he slowly followed after Fizzarolli, watching carefully as the other studied his surroundings. If his childhood friend had even just thought about making some insulting comment, he would have stolen his mug and drunk it too.

Thankfully for them both, the jester seemed to know better and Blitzo ended up joining him on the couch, one arm wrapped around its top as he leant against the armrest.

"Yeah, no shit we do. Especially since it turned out that someone got in the fuckin' way of us explainin' shit to each other," he agreed, burying his face in the mug. "A shootin' wasn't exactly the best place to have a heart-to-heart."

He was sounding casual and confident, but in reality he was anything but. While he agreed that they needed to have that conversation, that didn't mean make it any less hard. Especially when it meant openly bringing back haunting memories he had been trying to escape for years.

"What do you want me to say? About...back then. It was a freakin' accident, Fizz. And yes, I messed up real big. I messed up us both. But I meant it when I said that it wasn't my intention. I was just tryin' to..."

His voice trailed off. What he had been planning to do had no meaning now. It had gone up in smoke with everything else.

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Despite the long wait, Fizzarolli didn't seem to budge. If it meant that he would have to stand outside this door all day, he would. Hell, he would even spend the night curled up at the door. He wasn't leaving anytime soon and he cleared his whole schedule for this.

There was no way he would let this day pass him by without talking to his old friend.

And just as he was about to knock again, the door opened. Shit, maybe he had come at a bad time. At least, he would think so if the door didn't open wider, allowing for him to step inside.

"I don't need to when you already made it for me," He joked, sliding one of the coffees into the palm of Blitzo's hand.

Taking his own coffee, he stepped inside of the house. His eyes wandered about a little. Not too bad. It wasn't anything as grand as where he currently stayed, but it had a cozy feel to it. Either way, he wasn't here to judge the decor of the apartment.

He was here to talk.

As he sat down on the couch, he sipped at his own coffee. Struggling with how to even start this conversation. He knew that he needed to do this slowly for both of their sake's. So much had happened during that kidnapping, so much information being put onto him. He wanted them both to be able to process each other's thoughts and opinions.

"I think you and I have unfinished business to talk about, starting with back in the day...."

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@helluvaxhazbin sent: “You hungry, boss? 'Cause I packed ya some leftovers.” (Millie for Blitz)

Blitzo squinted at the food container Millie was offering him. This wasn't the first time he ate something that had been prepared by one of his employees, but usually he was the one to request it. Spontaneous donations were rare and call him paranoid, but he was always suspicious when they happened.

Cautiously, he took the container, popping the lid to take a look inside. It seemed to be some kind of braised meat and it smelled amazing, even if he wouldn't have said it out aloud. Not yet at least.

Either Millie and Moxxie had had a great dinner the night before or these weren't leftovers at all.

"Alright, spit it out. What is it that you want?" He asked, after another moment of silence. "This is obviously a bribe. Are you trying to charm into giving you two a raise? More days off? Or did Moxxie do something that's gonna seriously piss me off when I find out about it and you're trying to sweeten the pill?"

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Blitz what's your opinion of moxxie?

Unprompted anon asks || Always accepting !

Blitzo snorts at the question, even if, deep down, he’s not pleased at all with it. His relationship with Moxxie is more complicated than it looks like from the outside, more complicated than the other Imp himself can imagine. But, of course, that’s for him and him alone to know.

“Moxxie? That’s serious who’s you’re gonna ask about?” He shakes his head with a snort, leaning back in his office chair. “He’s my favourite punching bag. I mean, have you seen him? He makes it too fucking easy. And his reactions are always hilarious. He’s so touchy and it takes just a few words to rile him up.”

The words are followed by a smug smirk. It’s no secret that he loves to torment his employee, whether it’s by belittling him or invading his privacy and his intimate moments with his wife. Deep down, he’s very grateful that, unlike Moxxie, Millie doesn’t seem to mind his interference because, if she did? He would be forced to stop right away.

Moxxie, he can bully, manipulate and spin around as he pleases, but Millie? She is a scary tough bitch. He prefers not getting on her bad side, if he can help it.

“But we are one big family at IMP! So, of course, I value M, as I do with my other employees. He’s good at his job, no one can argue with that. I wouldn’t have hired him, if he wasn’t. Just, he’s the weakling everyone in the group makes fun off, you know? But it’s all in good fun.”

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@questionablemuses sent: "Finish up & let's go, already." ( Blair for Blitz! )

Blitzo glared at Blair, but the heated feeling in his frown didn't fully reach his eyes. He knew that he shouldn't have agreed to let her tag along. There was a reason why he hadn't told the Ms or even Loona about it, and said reason was that he had wanted to go alone.

However, when Blair had casually walked in on him summoning a portal, he hadn't been able to find a good excuse to keep her from following. He had worked on getting good at thinking on his feet and he had mostly succeeded, but when he was struggling with his personal life, it was like he couldn't get anything done.

"Hey! I warned you that I was gonna do shit my way on this trip, but you still insisted on coming," he shot back, diving his blade back into the body that was lying underneath him. "So, if I want to take my time with this motherfucker, I fuckin' will. And if you gotta be somewhere else, well...Sucks to be you!"

The human he had been goring over and over again had been dead for at least a good twenty minutes and the corpse was hardly bleeding anymore by now, but that didn't matter. All this wasn't really about the killing, even if that was what would get him paid. It was an excuse to unload the anger caused by...things and other feelings he didn't want to talk about.

"What's the rush? Do you have a work thing or a date with the biggest asshole Hell has ever seen? 'Cause if it's the latter, well, I'm takin' my even sweeter time with this."

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@helluvaxhazbin sent: “You know you’re pretty hot when you’re angry.” (Stolas for Blitz)

For one, long moment, Blitzo just stares at Stolas, heated incredulity written all over his face. Is the Prince serious? They have just gotten out a really thorny situation and that's what the other is thinking about?

It's a little flattering, the imp is ready to admit it, but Jesus. The timing of the observation really sucks ass.

"Are you kiddin' me?! Are you out of your fuckin' bird brain?!" The assassin explodes, throwing his hands in the air. "What he...Did you miss the part were the guy was trying to shoot us? And I'm pretty sure some of those weren't normal bullets."

He won't go as far as saying that they had angelic steel in them, because that's a big accusation to throw out, with heavy consequences, but the suspicion is there. in any case, normal bullets might not have harmed Stolas, but they could have killed Blitzo.

He won't apologise for finding that fact not enjoyable.

"I swear to Satan, Stolas, if that's how you're gonna act every time I go unhinged 'cause someone is tryin' to fuckin' kill me, the things I'll do to you!" He goes on, the annoyance in his tone growing hotter and hotter. "Everything might be a goddamn game for you, but I'm not gettin' myself fucked up just 'cause you gotta be a horny slut all the time and..."

His voice trails off as he realises that the gaze the owl is addressing him has gotten, in possible, every smugger and hungrier. Shit. Alright, he walked right into that, didn't he?

"...I'm makin' it worse, aren't I? Yeah, great...not. Whatever, I'm gonna shut up now. Yup."