#also I can’t get over how small Stolas’ hand is in his

[cthulhuwritesstuff]

“You know, Stolas, I spent the entirety of this morning listening to love ballads…”

EXCUSE ME, MY BROTHER IN SATAN, “I-AM-TOO-MUCH-IMP-TO-SIMP” SIR, YOU ARE A WALKING CONTRADICTION!

[kirausamaria]

Couch Fight (Stolitz fanfic)

This may be a little short, but I’m just relaxing tonight because I’ve been mentally overwhelmed lately. You can draw fanfics or write your own stuff if you want to. 

   Blitzo and Stolas were enjoying something different together for once. Stolas had suggested a while ago to have a movie night before going to bed together so they could have some quality boyfriend time. Stolas even choose a ‘horse related’ movie in order to show he cared about Blitzo’s interests and hobbies, and Blitzo appreciated this even if he didn’t express it. They were even wearing comfty sweaters that matched, an anniversary present Stolas had gotten for both of them.

   There was a little complaint from him, though.

   “Stolas, could you please get off of me for a while?”

   “What do you mean, darling?”

   Stolas was laying over Blitzo, cuddling with him while he was holding the popcorn bowl, so Blitzo had to manouver with both things.

  “I mean, just look how fuc*ing big this couch is! I just wanna watch the movie and be comfty! You’re heavy! (Not really, but Blitzo is pretty small)”.

   “Excuse me?”, Stolas answered in a sassy voice, not really angry at him. “Did you just called me fat?”.

    “If calling you fat makes you move, well, yeah”, Blitzo bluntly answered trying not to smirk at him.

   “Well, I don’t know if I’ll be able to move Blitzy. Today’s duties were so hard I’m exhausted!”, Stolas said in a dramatic tone while clinging more into Blitzo.

   Blitzo put the popcorn bowl on the floor and tried to softly push Stolas’ face away from him so he would stand up.

   “Just move Stolas!” Blitzo pushed as Stolas was just giggling at his weak intent. Then he suddenly holds Blitzo’s hand and gives a kiss to his palm. Blitzo instantaneously blushed. 

   “You’re really cute when you’re trying to be mean Blitzy”, Stolas said while still kissing his hand.

   “Sh-shut up!”, Blitzo answered, starting to feel a pleasing feeling because of the kisses and feeling really flustered. He half heartedly tried to put his had away. Then Stolas started sexily licking between his fingers, making him squirm.

  “Hehe, you taste like popcorn”, Stolas said.

  “Juuhuhust stohop and move Stolas!” Slowly but surely tickling feelings started to invade Blitzo’s system and even when he tried to look like he was serious, a silly grin was starting to form over his face. Stolas noticed and just kept going.

   “What’s the matter Blitzy? You seem to be enjoying the attention, do you really want me to stop?” He started kissing his ring finger while Blitzo was holding up his laughter. He wasn’t sure if he was feeling ticklish or horny because of Stolas’ flirty play.

    Then all suddenly, Stolas started nibbling Blitzo’s finger. That was the last straw.

   “Hehehehe, Stolaaas! Stop! You’re tickling me!”

   “I know”, he replied.

   Now Blitzo was really squirming, but Stolas’ weight was impeding him to go away. Also he was in the very end of the couch, so he didn’t have any freedom to move. He could only giggle while each of his hand’s fingers were being nibbled by a gentle beak.

  “You taste so good Blitzy, I can’t help but wanting more from you” Stolas playfully said while letting his hand go. Blitzo sighted in relieve thinking that it was finally oved, but then Stolas grabbed his wagging tail and started to repeat the same treatment his fingers had endured on the tip. 

   Now the giggles became laughter. Blitzo’s tail has always been a weak spot. Depending of the area it was teased it could be also considered as a foreplay thing. In this case it was nothing but tickles reaching his whole spine, driving him nuts.

   “You fuc**hihihiing d*hihih*ck! Stahahahahap!”

   “No way, you tried to push me away and called me fat a while ago, I must punish you”, Stolas replied with the cutest smile he could show to him. He loved making Blitzo laugh because it wouldn’t happen naturally very often. Tickling him was his ultimate weapon.

   “Ahahaha, hahahaha, nohohoho”. Blitzo was unable to come up with a comeback at this point, he was just fighting in order to put Stolas’ body away from him. In his desperation he started squeezing Stolas’ sides, making him stop.

    “Nohoho Blitzy! Don’t do that!”

   “Then f***ing stop!”, Blitzo yelled, squeezing his hips now. Stolas was laughing a lot, but he was still over his body, barely trying to get away. He enjoyed this game and Blitzo knew it.

   “Nohohoho, I wohohhon’t stohohohop!” Stolas then started scratching Blitzo’s ribs with both hands so he wasn’t really stopping the attack at all. Blitzo let go big cackles and squeezed Stolas’ sides harder in desperation.

   “You bihihihi**ch!!! I won’t lehehet you wihihin!” Blitzo almost screamed. He then reached Stolas’ neck making him hoot in surprise and laughing harder.

   “Ahahahaha! Thahahat is toooo much! You’re so mean!”

   “Mean my a**! You’re the one who started thihihis shihihihi*!”

   Stolas started tickling Blitzo’s neck with one hand and his underarm with the other as his life depended on it, making him shrug and letting a loud squeal. The same as Stolas, the happy squealing meant enjoyment from the tickling, so he wasn’t really upset at his boyfriend.

   They kept tickling each other until the hiccups appeared in both of them. Crying  with joy they only stopped when they wrestled so much they fell down the couch.

   “Ow ow ow ow” Blitzo groaned while gasping for air. “That hurted”.

   “Oh, I’m so sorry Blitz, are you alright?” Stolas said while still being over him.

    “Yeah, but I feel exhausted” Blitzo replied. “And I think we missed the end of the movie”.

   The movie credits where already rolling on the stream.

   “In that case, do we go back to the bedroom? It’s starting to get cold here, I want you to warm in up”. Stolas started kissing Blitzo’s neck, making him make pleasant noises between some giggles.

   “Ok, ok, I get it, hehehe, just stohohop!”, Blitzo softly pleaded. Stolas gently lifted him up and took him to his dorm, while Blitzo rested on his shoulder. The warm lavender scent the Prince always had with him made him feel in peace as always.

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[ryosei-hime]

Confession

Stolas tries to get Blitz to understand his feelings. This is set after the new episode (6) so there's spoilers if you haven't seen it yet which you should because it was amazing. I wrote this after watching it but didn't like it? Or I felt it was too indulgent. : P  I like to keep characters super in character if I can, but also, "just let me have this" is what fanfiction is about. Also available on AO3.

Blitz sat back in Stolas’ plush bed with his arms behind his head and a satisfied grin. Stolas laid across his lap on his stomach, legs up as he moaned his name yet again. 

“Ohh, Blitzy, you were absolutely astounding.” 

Blitz smirked and smacked his ass in response, making one leg lift higher than the other. Stolas chuckled as he turned over and stared up at him. 

“I’ll have to come to your rescue more often.” 

“You want me to start getting more reckless?” Blitz joked. “I can be more reckless.” 

“Let’s not go quite that far.” 

Stolas reached up and cupped his face, delicate and tender. His eyes became soft and it made Blitz’s cheeks warm. 

“I do worry about you, Blitzy.” 

“I told you, it’s not gonna happen again, okay?”

“You’re very precious to me, you know?”

Blitz scoffed. 

“I’m sure you could find someone else to fuck you as good as I do. ...Eventually.”

Stolas released his face and sat up, turning his back to him. He sagged a bit, but before Blitz could consider how to react, he’d turned back to him. His eyes were a bit brighter as he leaned in suddenly, face mere inches from his own. 

“You are the only man I allow to fuck me. You are irreplaceable. If you were disposable to me, would I have come full force into the human world to save you? Your absolute refusal to acknowledge what you mean to me is beginning to border on the offensive. You certainly cannot be so oblivious that you’ve failed to see it.” 

Blitz blinked, heart pounding, leaning back from Stolas’ forceful gaze. Sheer panic flooded his system. After seeing a small taste of just how powerful Stolas was, such an intense reaction scared him a bit. But more than that, Stolas was right. Blitz didn’t want to hear this. He didn’t want to acknowledge it. 

“I...I don’t know. I’m pretty dumb,” he muttered weakly. 

Stolas made a little exhalation of annoyance at the response and turned from him again. He waved a hand dismissively. 

“Leave me.” 

Blitz’s immediate response was to take the escape hatch Stolas opened for him. But he couldn’t move. He kept hearing that ridiculous voice from his bad trip. Are you afraid to love people, Blitzy? Fuck. He crawled towards Stolas, placing his hands on his hunched shoulders before slipping them around to hug him. Stolas seemed receptive to the touch, so Blitz pressed himself close against his back. 

“Yeah, okay, I’m not that dumb. I know. But shit like this is hard for me.” 

Stolas’ hand came up to grasp one of his, turning his head enough to see Blitz out of the corner of his eye. He laid his head against his shoulder, hiding his face. 

“Do you think you’re the only one with fears and doubts? Your presence in my life is not without its disadvantages. My family, my reputation, are all on the line. But I cannot lie to myself, Blitz. I feel too strongly for you.” 

“If I’m such a pain in the ass, you should just drop me,” Blitz stated, voice cold though his arms were still so warm.

“Never.” 

He said it so simply. Blitz sat back, arms slipping away. Stolas held himself regally, staring ahead, sparing Blitz from his gaze. He listened to Stolas, eyes searching the bed sheets as he took in his words.

“This relationship never need be more than a mutually beneficial exchange. I’m not asking for miracles, Blitzy. I’m only asking for moments. Moments when feeling you move within me lights a fire in my heart that brings me to life. Moments in which I may feel free from my station, from the shackles of my duties, from society and its rules. Rules that tell me I can’t have you when you are all I have ever wanted for myself.” 

He turned to look him in the eye once more and Blitz felt his heart in his throat. 

“I don’t need you to love me, Blitz. But I need you to understand that I love you.” 

“Fuck me,” Blitz whispered. “You said it.”

“And it cannot be unsaid.” Stolas slunk over Blitz as he stared in shock. “I’ve taken a great risk being this upfront. You have my heart in your hands, Blitzy. Break it if you wish.” He cupped his face in his hands again. “Just keep lighting this fire inside me. That is all I ask of you.” 

Blitz’s mind had gone blank, but Stolas wasn’t giving him the chance to answer anyway. He pulled him in for a deep, passionate kiss. Blitz went on autopilot, hands grabbing at his waist, pulling him down for another round. Anything to keep from thinking. 

[vizowrites]

That’s One Hell of a Resume

{Set during the Harvest Moon Festival competitions}

~*~

To  Blitzø’s great surprise, the Harvest Moon Festival was actually turning out to not be a fuck fest invite after all.

He honestly hadn’t been sure when the games initially kicked off.  The horde of imps that had come to compete for the title of “the roughest, toughest, bastard in Wrath” had a proclivity for violence that could easily--and not inaccurately--be described as a passion.  Then of course there was Stolas, watching him thirstily from atop his fancy seat underneath his fancy tent, cooing and cheering out “Blitzyyyyy!!'' at every opportunity he got to speak.  Yet the honored owl prince somehow still managed to keep his pants on throughout each and every event--and even more impressively managed to keep his degrading sweet talk void of any sexual obscenities.  He hadn’t even been able to manage that much on a day trip to a theme park with his daughter.  Yet somehow...this wasn’t even the best part of the festival to  Blitzø.  It was up there to be sure, but it wasn’t the toppiest top.  The “dom of the disco”**, if you will.  

No, the BEST part of the festival--and the thing that kept the imp grinning from ear to ear throughout the entire competition--was that this honkytonk battle royale was shaping up to be the perfect opportunity to show off and be recognized for just how much of a boss-ass bitch Blitz actually was: 2nd to absolutely fucking none.

Well...maybe with ONE slight exception.

“I gotta say, you just keep on impressin’ me every chance you get,” that one slight exception said with a smirk, the tip of his tail flicking forward into a small curl.  “No wonder your killin’ biz is so successful.  You do every kill single-handed there, Boss Man?” The two were standing off on the sidelines together during one of the many interims inbetween contests, where the first round winners had already secured their victories and now were stuck watching the remaining shitty losers battle it out to find out which of them would end up being the absolute shittiest loser.  It was taking a stupidly long-ass time, a hell of a lot longer than  Blitzø would’ve normally had the patience for, but with his present company leaning up against the bleacher stands like that.....there were definitely worse ways he could be spending his down time right now.

“Nah,” he answered with a small flick of his wrist, gesturing vaguely in the general direction of where he’d last seen Moxxie getting his ass kicked and Millie sitting in the stands watching it happen.  “I know he’s not doing a great job of showing it right now--” he said just as Moxxie got elbow dropped by a shark “--but Moxxie’s not completely useless.  He did get me shot on a job once while he was in the middle of being a little bitch, but as soon as he finally found his balls again, he got things back under control pretty fast.  And Millie’s just a straight up badass.  If her parents had allowed her to play in the games, you’d have gotten your ass handed to you three rounds ago.”

“That so?” Striker’s lips drew back into a slight smirk, just enough for the light to catch on the very tip of his fanged gold tooth.  “Because I seem to remember a certain someone else bein’ the one to get themselves all roped up in a hogtie about three rounds ago.”  

“I have no idea what you’re talking about but it sounds like complete bullshit.”

“That’s kinda what I was thinkin’ myself to be honest after that first relay run--” Those snake-like eyes raked in every inch of Blitz’s annoyed face, feeling the corners of his own pleasantly sting as his grin spread even wider. “Right up ‘til I saw some o’that nice red color risin’ up in their face--”

“IT’S HOT--THERE ARE FUCKING VOLCANOES NEARBY OKAY!!” Blitz realized, very quickly, just how loud and defensive those words sounded, but he also realized just as quickly that there wasn’t anything he could do to take them back now.  Instead, he straightened himself up, cleared his throat, pretended that there wasn’t some of ‘that nice red color’ in his face now, and said in what he thought was a much more nonchalant voice, “Anyway, I’m starving, and since these last few dipshits are taking forever to get their asses kicked, I’m gonna go find something deep-fried to shove down my throat.  Catch you at the awards ceremony or whatever the fuck they do around here to finish themselves off.”

The I.M.P. Head made it a grand total of two steps before the unmistakable crunch of boots sounded behind him, followed by a faint scoff of a laugh and the distinct rattling of a tail as Striker joined him at his side.  

“There’s a whole row of food stands back there behind the stage,” he said with a nod, meeting  Blitzø’s stride and starting to veer them off in that direction.  “And now that you mention it, I wouldn’t mind grabbin’ a bite.  Besides--I feel like I might owe you one for bringin’ up such a tender subject.”

The unrepentant but non-malicious smirk he sent Blitz’s way wasn’t at all softened by the wink that accompanied it, but it somehow brought a slight smile to the smaller imp’s lips all the same.

“You got fucking lucky and that was it,” Blitz insisted with a sharp flick of his tail, not having the faintest fucking clue why he was smiling about this in the first place but subconscioiusly hoping that swatting at Striker would be distracting enough that the taller imp wouldn’t notice.  “And besides, I could’ve gotten out of it if I had really wanted to.”

“Oh, so you wanted to be all tied up like that?”  The grin that spread across Striker’s face was even wider than the first, his razor sharp teeth now on full display. “Well now, if that’s what you were wantin’ you could’ve just asked.  I’d’ve been happy to oblige right from the start.” 

“Ha! Like I’d ever make it that easy for you,”  Blitzø retorted with a challenging grin, his eyes dancing with a truly impish gleam of delight as he and Striker rounded the stage together, his earlier thoughts of the food shacks that waited beyond almost entirely forgotten as they were overtaken by memories of their constant back-and-forth scuffle throughout the festival. “You beating me fair and square is one thing--even though you still totally just got really fucking lucky and also it definitely never even happened in the first place.  But if you were actually going to beat me...you better believe it’s not gonna happen without a fight.  I don’t just bow out like some sloppy bitch who can’t figure out where they put their car keys and has to take the walk of shame back to their shitty apartment at 4 in the morning.  If you wanna come out on top over me, you better fucking work for it.”  

The black tip of his pointed tail flicked up to poke Striker once in the center of his chest, punctuating the word ‘work’ perfectly. 

Striker’s tail, on the other hand, began to rattle.

“Yeah?” he said, his earlier easy tone starting to become weighted with something softer, but deeper.  Neither he nor  Blitzø made any indication that they were aware that he was guiding them both right on past the front of the stand that they had originally been headed toward, and instead had them disappearing into the shadows behind it. “You’re okay with not coming out on top so long as whoever does earns their place there?”

“I mean...”  Blitzø trailed off a bit as he casually leaned up against the back of the stand, folding his arms over his chest as he eyed Striker with that lingering gleam in his own gaze. “You have been able to keep up with me in all the other games...so I guess it might be possible for you to get the upper hand on me for at least one of them.”  

“Just me?”  The rattling sound intensified. 

“Well there sure as fuck wasn’t anyone else who was able to keep up,”  Blitzø rolled his eyes in annoyed exasperation at just how much everyone else truly sucked in comparison to the two of them, before he slowly looked back up at Striker--and realized that the snake-like imp was suddenly a lot closer than he’d been before.  Much closer.  

“...Striker?”

“Yeah, Blitz?”

“Please tell me we’re not actually talking about the fucking games anymore.”

A short, soft laugh was the initial answer, followed by that still rattling tail coiling around Blitz’s slender waist as Striker propped himself up on one arm against the structure behind them, his hand splayed just to the side of the crimson imp’s right cheek.  

“I haven’t been talkin’ about the games since you got me with your tail, Darlin’,” he whispered, his hooded eyes narrowing to glowing slits of pale gold as he leaned in almost close enough to touch.  “But I don’t know if there ain’t somethin’ to be said about that “fuckin’” part yet...”

Blitz’s words came back to him then, ringing in his head as clear as when he first said them: 

“...Well if you promise this isn’t some fuck fest invite...”

“.....You gonna work for it, Cowboy?” 

“Yessir, Boss Man.” 

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“So...lemme get this straight--”  Blitzø finally shifted his weight, easing it off of Striker and rolling to rest his back on whatever podunk concession stand they’d spent the last ten minutes fucking up against.  “--You tie me for first place in the games, you ride around on the most majestic fucking horse I’ve ever seen, you take down a hell hog with a single stab while completely and mercilessly humiliating one of my employees in front of his in-laws at the same fucking time, and you called me “Sir” when we first met?  AND you’re a great fuck??”

The quirked eyebrow and smug gold-toothed grin he got in reply said more than words ever could, especially when accompanied by the satisfied rattling of that long, spiked tail.

“That’s one hell of a resume you’ve got there.”  Blitzø didn’t even realize his own face had split into a grin until he saw it reflected in Striker’s eyes, hypnotized by the sheer reckless abandon he felt ignited between them.  “Want to join I.M.P.?”  

Striker couldn’t help but laugh, reaching up to adjust the brim of his hat from where Blitz’s tail had nearly knocked it off, his unwavering gaze sparking into an infernal glow.

“Tell you what,” he said, his tone a warm rumble of amusement meeting temptation.  “You and I head on back to the stage, revel in our well-deserved glory, and--once we’re satisfied it’s been rubbed into the faces of those sorry ass losers enough--I’ll head on back up to the farm and have a little talk with Miss Mildred’s folks about finishin’ things up around here for the season.  Maybe see if they can find another set of hands to join ‘em for the next one if mine are gonna be occupied with--” His hand found its way down to Blito’s face, the sharp claw-like nail of his thumb pressing under the shorter imp’s chin to tilt it up towards his own. “--other things.”

“Believe me, Cowboy,”  Blitzø’s eyes were burning, twin embers of eagerness that ran so deep he could feel the heat of it vibrating through to his very core--and his vocal chords.  “You’re not going to find a more hands-on job than the one you’re gonna get if you come and work for me.  ESPECIALLY in that order.” 

Striker’s tail snaked its way up and along past Blitz’s hip, the pointed tip flicking over his chest as it’s rattle joined in the chorus of that deep, heated purring.  

“Don’t mind if I hold you to that, Sir.”

“Oh fuck me--”

And Striker did. Again.

~*~

Random Notes: 

**My counterpart to the phrase “the belle of the ball”--”the dom of the disco”.  I think I’m way funnier than I actually am. :D

ANYWAY tho I really hope y’all like it!!  This is the first fanfic I’ve posted anywhere publicly in a hot minute so I hope it’s not a bad kickoff to something I’m hoping to really get back into!!  I have plans to post the full fic of this--with the non-censored sex scene to my AO3 oohlala--so if that’s something you’d like to see, feel free to lemme know here and I can get right on that!!  Otherwise have a great day, thanks for reading, and if anyone wants to hit me up for some lovely BlitzStrike talks, I’m always open to messages!!

Thanks again Lovelies!! <3

[jester-writing-things]

Any chance I could get Blitzo and Stolas, separately, accidentally falling in love with a human. How would it happen? How might they treat them? Dates? Affection? Thank you!

Falling in love with a human

Blitzo

He met you when looking for his target, you happened to be talking to them, and you caught his eye immediately, you weren’t gross like the other humans, you actually had some...charm

He couldn’t kill his target in front of you he instead sent M&M to do it while he got a disguise and went to talk to you. You you kind even though he was dressed like a cartoon villain

He likes talking to you and ended up asking you out, you accepted, to his surprise. He decides to but lots of weapons for you as a gift and tries to teach you self defense on your dates

You also go to things like robot death matches, it’s destructive and fun! He always holds your hands while out, he says it makes him feel better just knowing your still there

He doesn’t tolerate any other humans, only you, you’re perfect and no one has the right to treat you poorly, he won’t let anyone make one snide remark to you!

Stolas

He goes to the human world often enough, for work. Meeting you was pure coincidence, one of his allies had you over, you were their friend, or something. He didn’t catch the details it wasn’t important to him.

He paused when he saw you, you were gorgeous and he was enthralled immediately, he figured it would just be a small desire to have a minor fling but then you left and he couldn’t stop thinking about you

He talked to that specific ally again to schedule a meeting with you, he brought gifts, expensive jewelry and beautiful flowers that matched his color scheme. He bowed as soon as he met you again, he treats you like a princess, he is beyond ready to spoil you rotten

He ask you out and to his surprise you said yes, most humans would not go as far as to touch a demon but you accepted him so fast, he is grateful for it though

He loves taking you to fancy restaurants and stores, places you usally avoid because how high the prices are, he always gets you things even if you don’t want anything

He loves giving you kisses and holding your hands, he’ll hug you whenever he gets the chance too, he is always close to you, he hates letting you out of his sight, how can he protect you if he can’t see you?

[theyanderespecialist]

Valentines Day Date 1 (One Shot) Blitzo X OC Mark (Valentines Day Special)Late (Helluva Boss) (Yandere)

[Hello My Sexy Readers, sorry that this is late, but here is a one shot with Blitzo X Mark Valentines day Date! Me and My co author hope you all enjoy!]

(Blitzo’s POV)

I was happy for the first time in a while I was taking out my sort of boyfriend out got Valentine’s Day and I am happily but also nervous as I do not want to screw it up.

He was an incubus, actually he worked with my ex, I met him when she challenged me to that contest, since then, well, we got to know each other.

"You know I'm noticing a trend Blitzø."

"Oh shut up."

"No seriously. Tall, powerful or influential, and rich." Loona said as I glare, taking the book from her. I haven't tried a human disguise before, but there's a first for everything..

(Timeskip)

"Okay what did you want to show...me?" Mark looked at me, then at the portal as I gave a nervous smile.

"See I know you said you like the human world and, well I know you mentioned how--"

"you're..taking me to the human world..for valentine's day?"

"Well I just thought--okay, I can't afford anywhere else." I said as he blinked before he let out a purr like sound, grabbing me and holding me close.

"I didn't date you for your money Blitzø. You're a kind, handsome, smart imp..with an amazing cock~ I just hope your friend has stayed the same way with this spell~" he purred as he placed me down, stepping into the portal.

I smirked this is going to be the best Valentine’s Day gift ever

We got into a hotel, as I looked at his human form as he smiled down at me, leaning down and kissing my head as we took the key from the man. "Did you see his stare?" Mark laughed.

"Can't help that I'm handsome as a human."

"Mm, and as an imp~" he said, growling that last part before placing his bags down in the room as I looked around as he went to change.

I know That My Mark could do a lot better than me. That I was not good enough for him. But still he treated e like I hung the stars and the moon and never was ashamed of me. It made me feel really loved.

"Blitzø Hun. You know..of you ever want, I'm thinking we should stream our love making one day...show everyone I'm yours, and that your mine~ besides, it sounds so hot~ but for now.."

He walked out as I stopped, he was in his incubus form now, tail swaying back and forth.

He was in a heart lingerie set as he let out a small purr. "you like~?"

"Oh Daddy Likely~" I say and pull him towards me and Kiss him deeply.

He let out a moan into my mouth as I grabbed at the base of his horns as he moaned louder into my mouth as I pull away.

"Not that younarejt handsome like this daddy, because mmmm...I'm going to fuck you like this one day~ but, I want to see my handsome imp while he ducks me~ I want to see you in the mirror as you pound into me making my--" "okay, okay, request granted, my Satan you're worse than stolas was." I said but my face was red, bright red.

He never held back on telling me how he felt about me.

He smiles and I shift back to my demon form and he pulls me close kissing me deeply. before I pin him to the mirror.

He let out a moan as his hands pull at my pants, kissing at any part of my face that he could reach, no doubt putting his black lipstick all over my face. I smirked and pull my clothes off and then start to strip him as well. Just enough where I could get to his sweet boy pussy~ I turn him around as he gripped the mirror as he turned to look back at me as he arched his back as I grab onto his hair as he let out a moan as I push against him as he shuddered.

"You ready babe?" I asked smirking. "oh Satan, so ready. Just fill me up daddy~" he purred, his tail wrapping around mine

I smirked I loved it when he called me daddy~ "Of course my cock hungry baby~" I say thrust into him.

He let out a moan as his face changed to his love drunk face he always got when he'd bottom.

"S-So good~ best valentine's day ever~"

I grin at that and start thrusting in and out of him with no problem. God I love this Incubus! I nipped at his back and lower shoulder as I continued with him praising me, how well I preformed, how handsome I was, how thoughtful I was.. He was to good for me and gentle and soft and loving and I knew I would have him for good.

I..may have brought a ring for me to propose.

I focused on him, kissing him by using his horns to turn his head as he kissed back, clenching down on me as he would thrust back himself. He is so good~ so soft~ I love him so much~ I could tell he was close..i got him to that point, me. I was able to make him feel good. Not anyone else he loved me and wanted only me~

"oh fick-- gonna cum!"

"Then cum baby~" I purred as I continued as he cried out

"Blitzø!" He ended up cumming all over the mirror as I followed behind, cumming inside of him as he panted as I pulled out, looking at my work as I smiled before looking at the box.that fell out of my pants as I grabbed it.

"Uh mark...I was wondering..you know if you wanted to like ..get married one da--"

"are you proposing?" He asked suddenly.

“Yes, I love you and wan-“ he suddenly grabbed me kissing me deeply

"yes--oh yes! Oh there so much to plan--oh so many people to invite." He then turned to me, grabbing me off the ground as he held me by my shoulder, kissing my fave over and over again before pushing me onto the bed.

"Oh--okay we're going again?" I asked as he had a predatory look in his eyes.

Oh dear.

[Well here is part one and yes it is late I am sorry about that my sexy readers, Me and my co author were passing out last night anyways we hope you all enjoyed this chapter here everyone!]

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Reminiscings

Chapter 36: Stolas muses on the past.

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Blitzo stretched out in his chair, feeling as much as hearing a satisfying crack from his back. Stolas had said that he would drop by after the last client finished up, and that he had ‘something exciting to show him’. Considering the fact that the last surprise had been to the tune of giant wads of cash and a surprisingly tasty meat-juice smoothie that had taken all day to finish, Blitzo was fairly inclined to listen.

The last couple of clients hadn’t been anything special, but none of them had attacked (or almost attacked) him, so he counted them in the top fifty percent- plus, it was nice to still have something useful to do. He’d even managed to stay entirely behind the desk for almost all of them and didn’t get any snippy comments about the baby gut, which was a welcome change. (The one who did notice had then started prattling on about how she’d killed her ex-wife while pregnant too and wished him the best, which was honestly kind of sweet.)

The rest of the crew had already headed out- he’d had some final paperwork to finish up and pictures to send to clients, but Stolas could always just send him home when they were done with whatever this surprise was and shopping. Loona seemed to appreciate the chance to use the van by herself, at least.

Sparkles glittered into existence in the center of the room, and Blitzo tugged his shirt down unconsciously even though it actually fit today. “You can come out, everybody else is gone.”

“Oh, good.” As Stolas parted the portal wide enough to step through, Blitzo couldn’t hold back a yawn. Immediately, Stolas stepped forward, cupping his cheeks.

“Are you sleeping enough, darling?”

Blitzo swatted him away. “I’m fine, can’t a guy yawn?”

“I’m aware just… making sure you’re alright.” Stolas dropped down on the couch. “How was your day?”

“It was fine, pretty normal other than the fact I couldn’t be out in the field. Yours?” 

“It was also fine. We had a tea party with another family and neither my wife or my daughter said a word to me, though.” 

Blitzo grimaced as Stolas reached a hand into his pocket and rummaged around for a moment before extracting a small, slightly rumpled napkin. He handed it over, and Blitzo saw… a sketch of himself atop a pony. Doodle-Blitzo had a little belly and everything. He was smiling, though, and Stolas gave a weak smile of his own, running a hand over his head and through the feathers. “I suppose it was good that I at least had a distraction to think about. The only one who actually wanted to talk to me was redirected by Stella rather swiftly, so it was mostly a matter of passing the time.”

“Not as good as my stuff, but… not half bad,” Blitzo said, tilting it to catch the light. Considering it was on a napkin, Stolas probably couldn’t erase anything without digging holes into it, but other than a few places where the lines were weirdly thick in a way that likely covered mistakes, the care in each stroke was obvious. After closer inspection at the horse’s marks, though… “Wait a second. Is this the one that I gave you yesterday?”

Stolas’s cheeks darkened. “I was just thinking about it, that’s all! You can keep it, if you’d like. It’s my thanks for them.”

Blitzo stared for another moment, then waddled over to the desk and dropped it into his horse drawer before making his way back and settling down next to Stolas. “Maybe I’ll tape it to the wall or something if I decide it’s worthy enough. I did get to talk with Loona, by the way, and I think she’s going to be fine. Any ideas on your kid, considering she’s giving you a cold enough shoulder to freeze Envy?”

Stolas groaned. “If I had, I would be doing them. This is so much more difficult than when she was just a little owlet…”

“I bet she was a cute kid,” Blitzo said. “I think you posted a couple pictures of her when she was just a couple years old on Sinstagram once?”

“She was,” Stolas replied, fingers twitching against each other as if unsure what to do with themselves. “She still is, but she was such an adorable bundle of feathers as a little one, always so excited to follow Daddy around…” His mouth quirked up in a wistful smile. “Neither Stella nor I were particularly excited about the idea of having to have a child at first, mostly because intimacy was… was…” He let the word linger, and Blitzo raised an eyebrow.

“Horseshit?”

“I was going to say frustrating, but that works just as well. The first night wasn’t what I expected, and every one after… we were both trying our best, and I don’t blame her for the fact that it could be inescapably awkward. You were…” He glanced away, a puff of air escaping his beak, before dropping the new sentence entirely. “Well, eventually we made it to a viable egg and my little Starlight was hatched, and from the second she opened her eyes, I can’t imagine what life might have been like without her. Seeing her get to grow and change, the spark in her eyes when she learned something new or showed me something that excited her…” He crossed his arms, hugging himself.

“Sometimes, I wish I could have been there for Loonie like that,” Blitzo mumbled, one hand squeezing the fabric of his shirt over his stomach. “She’s mentioned some real garbage shit from the Foundation, it’s why I want things to be better for her now.” He could still remember how, even though Loona had grumbled and groaned as he'd bounced to the van that first night with her in tow, he had found her curled up atop the blankets on her bed the next morning, hugging a small teddy bear he'd snagged from an arcade claw machine on the way back as a homecoming gift. Every time she'd mumbled under her breath just loudly enough that it was debatable if he was meant to hear about how he'd return her those first few months, it had only made him want to squeeze her tighter until that fear came oozing out her ears. She’d already grown so much in the last few years.

“That’s admirable of you,” Stolas said, fingers curling into fists on his pants. “All I’ve ever wanted for Octavia was the best for her. Stella, I can handle, but her being hurt by this is my only regret. I almost wish I could have kept her small enough to hold in my hands forever, but now…”

“She’ll come around eventually.” Blitzo’s hand hovered for a moment before resting on one of Stolas’s, nearly covering it as he gave a light squeeze. “You love her. She’ll see that. Hell, maybe I could even talk with her again since that didn’t go too awfully the last time. I don’t really blame her for going all angsty teenager on you, it’s kinda a fucked up situation. She doesn’t have any kind of brain-explody powers that could off me, right?”

“Thank you, Blitzy, and I can assure you that she doesn’t have that yet,” Stolas said, beak quirking up a bit on the side. “I just… I can’t lose her. She’s all that I have, really, other than…” He trailed off, and the whirring rotations of the fan above went round and round as Stolas grasped for the words.

“Other than me?” Blitzo supplied after a too-long silence, and Stolas nodded, slumping forward a bit, back curved as a crescent moon. 

Fuck, now that was just sad. 

“Not that I’m not a catch, but you seriously need some extra hoes stocked in the back for emergencies, you know that? I’m not going anywhere as long as we need the book, though, and once we meet your cousin the lord of jizz-”

“Fertility,” Stolas emphasized, but he’d given a half-snicker at that, and Blitzo grinned. Bingo.

“-We’ll be on track to get everything back to normal. Kids grow up, but it’s not like you’re trying to kick her out and replace her or anything. You’re not that stupid.”

“I would hope so,” Stolas said, smile twitching a little as he struggled to maintain it before his head drifted over to the wall, leg bouncing. “When she was small, she used to love coming out to the garden with me and dig around with her bare hands in some overalls that were always just a bit too big. Sometimes she would eat the worms until I explained that they were needed to help keep the soil healthy, which keeps the plants healthy. I would have her claim one plant as her own to help water and feed, and she was always so proud when it blossomed just as bright as the rest.” He chuckled, and Blitzo could picture a little Octavia with an overall strap drooping over her shoulder proudly posing next to a towering flower twice her size. The pentagram’s bloody-red moon reflected off her feathers, giving her a lustrous gleam to match her grin. “I always put some extra magic in whichever one it was, to make sure it always was the brightest of them all and to match her smile. We did that every year until she turned fourteen, and she simply… got too busy to keep an eye on one, I suppose.”

The air conditioner buzzed, and Blitzo could hear shuffling from the floor below them. Stolas’s chin rested in his hand, tail flicking idly up and down.

“Sounds like it was fun. More productive than the piss parade at Loo Loo’s, anyway,” Blitzo said, clearing his throat, and Stolas nodded.

“Oh yes, it was. We’d watch birds sometimes as well, and she often liked cutting them open or sewing them up if she found something dead within the walls. Her mother never quite appreciated that, but she seemed so fascinated by the difference between the living plants and animals and the dead ones, it seemed a shame to stifle her curiosity as long as she was supervised. She’ll make a wonderful necromantic sorceress one day, if she ever allows me to start teaching her again.”

“We could get her some way more interesting corpses than some tweety birds,” Blitzo chipped in. “Anyway, like I said, I’m sure she’ll realize that you still care, so untighten your asshole, you could be doing a fuckload worse.”  

Stolas patted at his head, only barely avoiding the spikes. “Thank you. I don’t want to push too hard, too fast, but I’ll have another talk with her at some point, and… perhaps I’ll bring you with.”

“I’ve gotten pretty good at managing cranky teenage girls,” Blitzo said, nudging Stolas’s side. “You’ll get a cute little fluffball to look at when we get to the end here, so that’s worth something, right? Anyway, you said that there was something you wanted to show me?”

“Oh, yes!” Stolas stood up, clapping his hands before spreading them apart to make another portal. “I think it’s better that I show you directly instead of just telling you.” He held out a hand behind him with a hopeful tilt to his eyes, and Blitzo hesitated for a moment before taking it as they stepped through together.

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Fandom: Helluva Boss Characters: Blitzo, Stolas; mentions of Stella, Octavia, Moxxie, Millie and Loona Ship: Stolas/Blitzo A/N: this is my piece for the Stolitz zine, Seasons, over on twitter! My bit’s finally been released, so I can publish this here now!  Summary: To everything, there is a season. 

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i. summer

It was supposed to be a one night stand, and nothing more than that.

When presented with the opportunity to get his hands on that one particular grimoire, Blitzo didn’t think twice about worming his way into the Geotian Prince’s bed. What was one hot night with an ancient, entitled demon? Of course, he hadn’t stopped to question just why it had all happened the way it had, either. Whatever made Stolas not only agree to but pursue this whole lewd affair was really none of Blitzo’s business. Maybe he had a thing for imps, or some sort of weird, classist fetish. It really didn’t matter. At a glance, and that was all Blitzo had allowed himself to take when it all started, it seemed simple enough.

But it didn’t quite turn out that way, did it?

What started as something that had been meant to be short and sweet and fleeting turned into much more than Blitzo had bargained for. It’s nothing he can’t handle, of course, but Stolas calls on him frequently and comes on incredibly strong. It’s a little jarring, to say the least, but Blitzo can’t bring himself to outright turn the advances away.

He needs the book, after all. And, all things considered, this isn’t the worst possible thing he could have been doing to keep it. This is what he tells himself, anyway.

It has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that, for all the fuss he puts up whenever Stolas calls, at least Stolas makes him feel… something. Wanted. Needed. Even if it’s only physically. Even if it’s only temporary.

But then Stolas makes the once-a-month arrangement with him, and an already hazy situation becomes a little hotter and a little heavier. Their meetings are no longer quick and to the point. Suddenly Stolas wants to have fun with it; he incorporates games and costumes and silly little things into the affair that Blitzo’s not above or below doing. He’s a performer, after all - and at least Stolas seems to be enjoying the act.

He spends the night and wakes up in Stolas’ bed more times than he’d like to admit. Most of the time, he’ll leave before Stolas wakes up. But there are some days when he wakes up to Stolas propped up and leaning over him, all four of his red eyes heavy-lidded and bleary with something Blitzo pretends isn’t there.

He also pretends the rush of heat that surges up his spine isn’t there, and that it doesn’t count for anything.

As sleazy as it all is, it’s a good business deal and he wants to milk it for all it’s worth while it lasts - because he’s sure that it won’t. Nothing that burns this hot for too long is meant to last.

ii. fall

There is something so incredibly and unconventionally charming about the little imp.

It’s not every day someone like Stolas came across someone like Blitzo, and he’d been intrigued almost immediately by him. He was crass and rude and didn’t seem to think twice before speaking whatever happened to be on his mind in the moment, and Stolas found himself liking that more than he should have.

So, when Blitzo made his interest in the grimoire known, and it was evident all he had to offer in exchange for it was his own body, Stolas didn’t put up much of a fight or fuss. He knew he shouldn’t have been traipsing about behind Stella’s back and closed doors, but the supposed-one-night-stand promised to be the most exciting thing he’d experienced in a long, long while.

That first night with Blitzo had been unlike anything Stolas had ever had before, with his wife or otherwise. The sheer amount of skill the little creature had was surprising, and the way Stolas’ body had ached for him after he’d gone spoke in volumes.

Maybe it’s not in his best interest, or even in good taste, to start calling on Blitzo whenever he feels himself craving what only the imp can give him. And maybe he should learn how to properly manage and articulate the desperate desires he feels, instead of going off on long, unfiltered, filthy rants.

But Blitzo never explicitly tells him to stop, and so he doesn’t.

There’s a part of Stolas that understands Blitzo seems to merely put up with these antics so he can continue to use the book, and that’s alright. For a while, anyway. The more Stolas finds himself thinking about that, the more he can feel something creeping up on him, slow and steady. The ache he feels for Blitzo starts to change, and it’s not just his body that needs him.

He doesn’t really notice at first, continues to mistake the desperate need for the imp’s attention as something carnal and older than even himself. How silly to think his entire foundation could be shaken after so, so long, and by such a small and silly creature. And yet, eventually he catches himself drawing silly little caricatures on important papers of the two of them. Or he finds himself staring longingly at his phone when he can’t seem to get a hold of Blitzo.

By the time he’s suggesting they make their meetings a little more frequent and planned, Stolas realizes he’s in over his head. Or, perhaps he’s just head over heels. There’s really no difference here.

The whole situation is a little messier and more complicated than he would have liked it to be, but Stolas tells himself it will be worth it in the end. Until then, though, even if it’s only once a month, he feels like his walls can come down and he can be himself while Blitzo shares his bed.

He doesn’t mind when he wakes up to find the imp’s already left him. He understands. But it’s when he wakes up to find Blitzo still in bed beside him that makes his heart swell with something unspeakable.

He thinks, if things were just a little different, he could have this feeling always.

But Blitzo always leaves, and Stolas is always left with the weight of this feeling that’s too big for either of them.

iii. winter

Blitzo is right in thinking that things couldn’t stay so simple forever.

An already complicated situation gets that much worse when things like feelings and wives and daughters get caught up in the mix.

When Stolas calls him up out of the blue one day and says, very quietly, very seriously, that they “need to talk,” Blitzo almost wishes it had been one of his usual calls. Something cold and dreadful shoots up his spine by the time the call ends, and he’s already preparing himself for the worst. His mind is already racing, torn between coming up with some other lucrative back up plan and trying to persuade Stolas not to do this.

However he chooses to define ‘this’ in the moment, he doesn’t spend too much time thinking about it.

Stolas is quiet as Blitzo lets himself into his office space, book tucked under one arm. There’s no coy smile tugging at his beak.

Blitzo knows, and so he drops the book onto the desk that separates them. “I figured it’d only be a matter of time before you called this shit off,” he says through a sneer.

Stolas winces, and draws the book just a little closer to himself, fingering the crescent moon. He can’t bring himself to make eye contact.

“It’s not - You wouldn’t understand,” he sighs quietly.

“Oh, you’d think so, huh?” Blitzo replies, because he understands more than Stolas thinks. Stolas doesn’t know anything he doesn’t want him to know - and maybe this is happening because of that. Maybe if he’d been just a little less guarded and a little more obvious, things could have been different.

However… None of that would have changed the fact Stolas was a Prince, with a wife and child. And Blitzo understands that, too.

“No, no. I get it,” Blitzo starts, and waves Stolas off with one hand. “You got your weird royal bird shit to do, and fucking an imp on the side’s getting in the way.”

Stolas wants to say something else, Blitzo can see it in his eyes when all four finally meet his, but what actually comes out of his mouth is a quiet, “...that’s one way of putting it, I suppose.”

“Yeah, yeah. Quit looking like some sort of kicked hellpup. It’s not like you’re losing anything by taking the book back.” Blitzo almost regrets those words the moment they leave his mouth, but decides maybe they’re for the best. If Stolas is angry instead of just sad, it will make this easier.

But Stolas doesn’t get angry; he just looks all the more hurt. He sighs and steels himself. “I’ll see what I can do about loaning you my grimoire in the future, Blitz,” he says, “but for now, I can’t allow it.”

Hearing Stolas call him by his name instead of ‘Blitzy’ is what turns that cold trickle into a flash flood of ice. Something cold and hollow fills him, and Blitzo wishes it didn’t sting the way that it does, wishes he could feel anger instead of this.

“Sure thing, Your Highness,” Blitzo mumbles back, flipping Stolas off with one shaking hand. “If that’s all you got me penned in for today, I’ll see myself the fuck out. Thanks.”

Blitzo slams the office door on his way out, and Stolas can hear Stella screaming after him as he leaves. It’s only a small relief to hear Octavia chime in, telling her mother to leave him alone.

“At least he’s leaving,” Stolas hears her say, and he wishes she were just that little bit older so she’d understand this situation better. He had ever slept with Blitzo because he didn’t love her, but because he’d long since fallen out of love with her mother - but a royal marriage was not so easily left behind.

He sinks back in his seat and sighs heavily, pinching the bridge between his eyes. His heart no longer feels airy and light; instead it feels heavy, like it’s sinking into the pit of himself and weighing him down.

iv. spring

It’s weeks later and well into a work day when Blitzo emerges from his office. The first thing he notices is that his employees all seem to have disappeared, though he doesn’t have much time to wonder about that. His foot catches on something, and he stumbles forward, barely catching himself on a nearby desk. He twists around to look at the offending object that he knows should not be there, and sees that it’s a package of some sort. Brown paper-wrapped and addressed to him, and distinctly book-shaped.

He groans inwardly and hefts it up, the weight familiar, and the scent clinging to the wrapping even more so. Not that the break had been clean, but of course Stolas would have to go and try and make things complicated.

He doesn’t know if Stolas dropped it off personally or had it specially delivered, but he understands why the others left when it got there. Had he been in their shoes, he probably wouldn’t have wanted to risk it, either.

There’s no call or warning before he shows up at Stolas’ mansion, book in tow. He doesn’t use the front door, because he knows other, quicker ways to get to Stolas personally. And, surprisingly, none of those ways have been deterred or altered. It’s almost like Stolas had hoped he wouldn’t actually stay away.

It doesn’t take him very long at all to find Stolas, in his bedroom and lounging about as though he hadn’t just tried to lay some sort of intricate trap. It says something that the Prince’s surprise is entirely feigned, and there’s a grin tugging at his beak as Blitzo kicks the bedroom door shut.

“Ooh, what a surprise~” he coos, and Blitzo rolls his eyes.

“Cut the crap,” Blitzo mutters, dropping the book heavily onto the bed.

Stolas smiles and shrugs his shoulders. The robe he’s wearing slips from one lithe shoulder, and he doesn’t bother to adjust it. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. That,” he gestures to the book, “is just a gift. Circumstance aside, I’d hate to see your business fail.”

Blitzo snorts and grins in a way that shows his teeth. “Don’t you worry about I.M.P. We’re doing just fine without your borrowed little magic tricks.”

For just a moment, Stolas seems to falter, frustrated - not with Blitzo, but the situation itself.

“You really couldn’t think of any other way to get my attention, besides throwing me your scraps?” Blitzo presses on, crossing his arms over his chest, one brow raised.

“I didn’t think you’d return a call, or want to see me,” Stolas admits, and makes a vague gesture to the mansion. “And inviting you back here seemed… uncouth, at the very least.”

“Never stopped you before, did it?” But now Blitzo’s grin seems a little less antagonistic, a little more playful.

Stolas lets out an airy, half-laugh. “You’re not wrong.” He finally adjusts the shoulder of his robe, and rubs a hand against the back of his neck. “I’ve just spent a lot of time thinking about… Well, us. And I was thinking that, maybe we could… I mean, to start, we never should have - but…”

He sighs, and offers Blitzo a weak smile.

“I’ve missed you, Blitzy.”

It’s short and sweet and simple - just like this whole mess should have been from the start. But it’s not, and it never will be, because those three words and that sickeningly sweet rendition of his name coming out of that horrid bird’s mouth send that familiar warm rush right through Blitzo’s entire body.

“I see what you’re doing,” Blitzo says quickly, narrowing his eyes.

Stolas chuckles, shrugging. “I’d like to try again. Only no strings attached this time.” To make his point, he raises one hand and urges the grimoire over to himself, letting it hover between the two of them. “You’d be free to use this whenever you like, and though I would greatly appreciate your… company, there’s no need for a strict schedule.”

Blitzo eyes the book for a moment, and then shoves the magically aloft object aside. “And what about your ball and chain? You sure you wanna put up with her conniption fits?”

“You let me worry about Stella,” Stolas waves the thought aside. “A very serious discussion is long overdue, anyway.”

“And your kid?”

“Via will be okay. She’s young, but getting old enough to understand, I think.”

Blitzo looks the owl demon up and down, then shrugs a little himself. “Not the freshest start of the ages, but I’ll take it.”

Stolas smiles and breathes a sigh of obvious relief. “I’m glad,” he says quietly and moves closer. He lets one hand wander admiringly over one of Blitzo’s horns - and, for the imp’s sake, pretends he doesn’t notice the way he leans in to the touch.

“I have to wonder, though,” Stolas says after a moment, before the quiet becomes too much too soon, idly stroking the inner curvature of the horn, “how did you manage to keep I.M.P afloat without my grimoire?”

Blitzo leans away from the taller demon, and he grins again, wide and sharp. “I copied the spells out of it ages ago,” he admits, shrugging one shoulder. “Just in case this whole shebang went down the shitter.”

Stolas stares at him, a grin of his own tugging at his beak. “Oh, you clever little thing,” he muses, reaching out and taking Blitzo’s face into his hands. One thumb moves gently over where white meets red.

Blitzo has a nasty habit of speaking before he thinks, and Stolas has to wonder if he realizes what he’s admitted to. If he’d had the pages copied this whole time, either he’s a very dedicated actor and didn’t want to tip Stolas off - or, perhaps, it was all just a very convoluted excuse to keep coming back.

A blush starts to bruise the bridge of Blitzo’s nose. Stolas smiles.

“And here I thought you’d needed the book,” he says. “How silly of me.”

[magaprima]

I really love and admire how through the course of the series, we see that by Part 4 Lilith has managed to break out of the abuse cycle (the idea that the abused go on to abuse others as that’s the only behaviour they know) she had with Lucifer. 

I mean, she obviously has relapses (after all, she has been in this abuse cycle for millennia and technically since her creation if you also consider the way she was treated by Adam in the Garden and the False God) and there are moments we have to acknowledge are symptoms of her own survivalist nature, of self-preservation at the expense of all else (though considering she’s so often been threatened/banished/punished for her behaviour in the past, we can’t help but wonder how much of that survivalist nature is borne of her abuse. After all, she dared know her own worth and her own creator left her to die as punishment). 

But, back to the abuse cycle, we see her in Part 1 engaging in that cycle completely, treating Sabrina how Lucifer treats her (as expendable to her own ends, as something to be used for another purpose, not caring for the consequences on them personally), she kills Stolas for saying something she didn’t want to hear (just as Lilith has learned not to say things Lucifer doesn’t want to hear), even risking all of Greendale to get Sabrina to sign the book. Actually, I would say that is the prime example of Lilith being part of the abuse cycle, because in order to avoid the Dark Lord’s wrath she summons the Greendale 13 and the Red Death (’the Dark Lord was growing impatient with me. I needed to change tactics’); she is abusing others in order to escape abuse herself. 

But her time in Greendale being treated as an actual person and with respect by Sabrina, the staff and students at Baxter High, and experiencing what it is to be in a healthy romantic relationship in her time with Adam 2.0, makes Lilith slowly start to break out of that cycle. It’s small at first, just questioning the Dark Lord slyly, daring to challenge him, and defying him (in hiding Adam rather than killing him as requested), until eventually she steps out of the shadows, and the cycle, entirely when she exposes her role in the betrayal of Lucifer in order to protect Sabrina from harm (significantly, at his hand). Her words ‘hold that nasty thought!’ as she does it are particularly revealing because it’s not just her recognising his behaviour,or even just her stopping it, she is vocally condemning it as well, revealing she has broken away from his behaviour entirely, and has stopped the cycle. 

Part 3 is the first time we see Lilith living her life outside of that abuse cycle, and we can see clearly that, yeah, she is learning and developing as this new separate-from-the-cycle person and making her own non-cycle behaviour choices, and there are relapses as I said (the primary example is probably when she tries to torture Sabrina and her friends into leaving Hell rather than, you know, talking) but you see throughout the episodes that she supports Sabrina rather than plotting against her (despite being so very clearly irritated and pissed off when Sabrina takes the crown instead of handing it over like she promised). She is, eventually, even actually happy at the idea of sharing the throne for eternity and ruling at Sabrina’s side, whereas in Part 1, and even in Part 2, she’d just be full on planning Sabrina’s murder. 

She also goes out of her way to help return Lucy to her Mother (I say ‘out of her way’ because she doesn’t just drop the child off unceremoniously at the door, she waits until the mother arrives, even watches a moment to ensure it’s done, and wipes Lucy’s memories so that she doesn’t remember anything bad, only eating ice cream), she tells Mary to run rather than killing her on the spot (which after Mary unwittingly hands Lilith over to Lucifer, Lilith, in part 1, would definitely have killed Mary for that. Heck, she killed her just to copy her body in the first episode), and then when Sabrina M is crowned, we see Lilith being actually supportive rather than vicious, giving her extremely good and solid advice (and Sabrina M even openly says that Lilith is ‘super supportive’), because now that she’s been living for some time out of the abuse cycle, she recognises that Sabrina is not her enemy, and that she’d just be attacking her for a circumstance created by Lucifer. Out of the cycle, Lilith is able to consistently recognise the true abuser and issue, rather than just lashing out at the immediate situation/person. 

So with all this, by Part 4 we have a Lilith who now asks for help rather than demanding it, she says genuine thanks for that help rather than dismissing or presuming, she’s concerned for their welfare when they take risks for her sake (when the sisters say she can stay with them, she asks ‘but what about the Dark Lord’s wrath?’, a concern she certainly wouldn’t have had back in Part 1), she’d rather have her own suffering and grief than to have her child suffer, she is honest about her emotions and motivations, and she doesn’t condemn or manipulate others over their emotions. We, in fact, see no manipulations from Lilith at all in Part 4 beyond her manipulation of Lucifer in order to kill him (even her plan to stop Sabrina M’s marriage to Caliban is much less manipulation and much more your typical relative-tries-to-stop-disaster-wedding-and-teams-up-with-other-relatives-to-do-so. It’s basically a rom-com plot waiting to happen). 

We also get further confirmation of how much she has completely broken away from the abuse cycle and grown positively as a person when we have the Emperor Blackwood alternate reality. We see that everyone in this reality reflects their motivations/team in the real world (e.g Mary is on Blackwood’s side, Zelda is still running the school, Dr Cee and Hilda are the safe haven), and Lilith, instead of being off on her own with Adam and putting herself and her survival first as she most certainly would have been had this been Part 1 Lilith, is instead part of the Resistance, she is someone who is standing by the coven even in a world when they don’t know they’re a coven, and is fighting for what’s right rather than what is easiest and least risky. 

And finally, we see the last confirmation in the finale, when we see we now have a Lilith who mourns Sabrina’s death, rather than seeing it as finally having no challenger to her throne (which, again, in Part 1 would have been certainly how she viewed it, as she viewed everything through the abuse cycle Lucifer had kept her in) because she’s not only broken out of the abuse cycle, but she’s also no longer engaging in the patriarchal brainwashing that often comes with abuse at the hands of man, that teaches you all other women are the competition/enemy, 

She grows so much over all four Parts and has broken out of the abuse cycle so completely by the finale that I genuinely believe that if she were to be sent into the past to relieve everything from the beginning of Part 1, she’d make very different decisions. 

[darknessisafriend]

The world will be ours Sequel Part 1

It’s finally here! the long awaited sequel to this wonderful Commodus x Reader fic and I hope you will enjoy it ! It will be in 2 parts :)

This fic can be read independently, and if you are interest in reading the previous fic  part 1, part 2, part 3,  part 4, part 5  

This fic follows the life of Commodus with you, you had two beautiful, children, he is finally happy and loved but then something terrible happens...

6 years later  

It had been 6 years since the fight in the arena and your first pregnancy. And since then you had given birth to another child, a boy named Valens who was three years old now. And everything was going well; the Empire was in peace and full of wealth, the Emperor was finally getting along with the Senate. And Commodus was being an amazing father; you had never seen him smile so much.

You spent a lot of time taking care of your kids now, and you were glad Commodus had accepted to partly rely on the Senate, it was one less worry for you. And taking care of your children was as exhausting as dealing with the Senate, maybe even more. You were in charge of teaching and feeding them, you could have asked childminders to take care of them for these tasks but it was important to you to spend time with them, they already didn´t see their father so much, they needed to know family was important and that they were loved. Commodus agreed more than anything with it, he had suffered too much from the absence of his father and did his best to be there for them. Thankfully, Lucilla often helped you, after all she had raised Lucius, she knew how to deal with children.  

However, there was one thing Commodus had still trouble with; to have someone else pick your attention, he was so used that you had only eyes for him and now his own flesh and blood was stealing you from him! So, he always did or said silly things to make you take care of him, you often pretended to be annoyed but you actually found it very cute, just like today.

“Y/N I´m in urgent need of your care!” he said urgently as he arrived in the room where you were watching over the kids with Lucilla. You turned to him with a worried frown.  

“What is it?” you asked with concern. Quickly, you got up and came to rest your palm on his forehead to check for fever, you realized he was holding his left hand against his torso.

“I cut myself.” he said as he showed you his index, it was a small cut, barely bleeding, you sighed, hiding a smile.

“Love, it´s a paper cut...” you stated, arching an eyebrow, it was almost impressive at how many ideas he could find to have you take care of him.  

“But it terribly hurts.” he pouted looking to the side, was he sulking!? A chuckle escaped your lips, he had a really cute pouting face.

“Lucilla, can you watch over Valens? I need to take care of our severely injured warrior.” you asked her with a grin; she laughed at your comment, her brother had always had a childish personality.  

You guided your husband to the bedroom, and made him sit on the bed as you went to take a bowl of water and a clean piece of cloth, you sat close to him, your thigh against his, you gently took his hand to clean the small cut; he hissed at the contact of the clothe against it.

“Don´t be a baby, you´ve been through worse.” you laughed at how childish he behaved. When you had finished, you brought his hand to your lips, gently kissing his injured finger, he exhaled in satisfaction.  

“Y/N, I suddenly have a headache, it must be the fatigue, maybe a kiss would make me feel better?” he began with a hint of hope in his tone. You retained a laugh and played along, kissing his forehead, his hand came to caress your lower back, and you suddenly wished you had time for more.  

“Does your lips hurt too Commodus?” you flirted; his eyes traveled down to your lips.

“Very much...” he breathed with desire; you grinned as you placed your lips on his in a loving kiss, you giggled as he pushed you down on the mattress, you buried your fingers in his hair. How right it felt to be in his arms, the kiss went deeper and his hands started to travel down your body.  

“We should get back...” you said between kisses; you missed the time where you both spent hours in each other's arms but now you had a happy and loving family to take care of; something Commodus had always wanted. Your husband sighed, caressing your cheek.

“You’re probably right; as always.” he whispered, his eyes full of tenderness, he gave you another kiss before helping you back up.

The both of you headed back to where you had left your children with Lucilla. As you arrived, you noticed Lucius was there too. He had grown into a fine young man; he was 18 years old now and he was a great uncle to Julia, he was very often seeking her company and wanted to teach her all the things he knew. Right now, your daughter was playing fighting with him, she had her own small wooden sword and Lucius still used the one he used to when he was younger, he wouldn’t want to hurt her by accident. You chuckled at the ferocity of Julia despite her young age.

“She really has your Gallic blood.” complimented Commodus has he watched her fight, he was smiling proudly, she was going to get even better as she grows up

“But she has your combativeness” you replied as she ferociously groaned against her uncle.

“I want to be Commodus the Invincible now!” she insisted grumpily.  

“But you need to be tall and strong for that, little Julia” he teased her, she stuck out her tongue to him.

“That’s not true!” she argued, her patience getting thin.

“Lucius...” warned Lucilla, Julia was also quick to extreme emotions just like her father and her young age only increased the probabilities of a tantrum. Your nephew sighted in defeat and accepted that Julia played her father’s role.

“You can’t kill me, I am invincible like Hercules!” she claimed loudly, brandishing her little wooden sword in the air; as they fought Lucius pretended to be in difficulty and let her win. You turned your head to look at your husband, you noticed the look on his face, his eyes were wet, he swallowed down truly moved by how he was viewed by his own family, he never thought he’d be loved so much. You smiled softened, this was the true Commodus that had buried himself deep into a cruel being under the rejection of his father; and since Julia was born, he was himself again, a caring and sensitive man.

He wished he could spend all his time with his family, you had been right about how he should rely on the Senate as a support, now he had more time to dedicate to his family, it was better than what he had before.

“I will see you tonight.” he said, quickly kissing your cheek before leaving to his duties.

And now, you missed his presence; the whole day seemed endless and you couldn’t wait to be in his arms once again. Thankfully, he was able to join you for dinner, and the kids behaved better when he was there, partly because no one wanted to see an angry Commodus and also, they had missed him so much that they were happy of his presence.  

“Alright Julia. It’s time for you and your brother to go to bed.” you said, getting up and taking Valens in your arms.

“I’m not tired!” replied the little girl, she was a bit too excited for this time of the day.

“Julia you will obey to your mother. You have to sleep, it’s good for the mind.” Commanded Commodus, he got up and took her in his arms while you kept Valens in yours. The both of you headed to the bedroom they shared. They also shared the same bed for now, and they loved it. After changing them in their nightclothes and tucking them under the covers, you kissed them goodnight on the forehead, their father did the same; but your children weren’t ready to let go of their parents just yet.

“Father, can you tell me your story again?” asked Julia, her eyes shining with hope. Your lover chuckled, he couldn’t resist to her beautiful pleading eyes; so, he sat down on the mattress, and you on the other side of the bed, softly caressing Valens dark hair.

“Alright. This is the story of a beautiful princess named Y/N and a tormented Emperor, me...” he started, your children no matter how many times they had heard this story, were still completely hooked by it.

It was Commodus who came up this story, he had surprised you when he told it for the first and it had brought tears to your eyes and still today it moved you. You watched as your younger child fell asleep; as for Julia, her eyes were starting to feel heavy, she was struggling to stay awake until the end of the story.

“And that’s how the princess, your mother saved me, became Empress of the Roman Empire and got two beautiful children.” finished your lover with a smile turning his head to tenderly look at you in the eyes, before bending to kiss his daughter’s forehead. You got up to let them sleep, closely followed by your husband who suddenly caught you by the waist.

“And now it´s the turn of mama to go to bed!” he purred against your ear, his hands still around your waist, he started to place kisses on your neck.  

“Honey the kids are here!” you giggled, the both of you laughing, you hurried to your bedroom.  

You pushed him on the bed, climbing on top of him, his hands slide under your stola, caressing your thighs.

“Finally alone...” he purred against your lips, you smirked, licking his lips.  

“I need you so much...” your breathed between kisses, your tongue caressing his. Since his little act this morning, you wanted him to take you. You took off your stola, his hand guiding the clothing down your body.

“You’re so beautiful.” he said as he looked at your naked body, since you had given birth, your body had become more luscious and it turned out Commodus was loving it. He straightened up and hungrily captured your breast in his mouth, you bit your lip as he sucked in your nipple. You buried your fingers in his hair as his mouth trailed kisses up until he reached your lips.  

You felt him hard against your spot and it made you even more impatient to have him inside of you; your hand wandered down his neck and down his torso, you wanted to feel his naked skin against yours but his toga was in the way.

“By the gods, take that off.” you muttered with a bit a frustration which made your husband laugh. So, he toppled you over on the mattress, still between your legs, you watched him take off his clothes, his wounds had healed well and now his body bared two beautiful scars, Commodus’s body remained perfect to you and you reminded him as much as you could.  

His eyes were dark with desire as he came back on top of you, hungrily capturing your mouth and in one slow thrust he entered you, making you gasp in pleasure.  You wrapped your legs around his hips to bring him even closer to you, he moaned against your lips; you grabbed his shoulders as he started to move, your mouth traveled to his jaw and then his neck, earning a needy groan from him.

“Feel so good...you’re so good...” you whispered against his skin, your tongue went to caress the scar on his neck, he moaned at the contact on his sensitive patch of skin; but soon you found it difficult to take care of him as he increased the pace, you felt waves of pleasure washing over your body until you reached climax, Commodus quickly joined you a few seconds afterwards.  

“I love you, I love you so much Y/N...” he panted resting his forehead against yours, you smiled at his tender words, caressing his cheek before kissing his lips.

“I love you too Commodus, always.” you replied looking at him the eyes, a big happy grin appeared on his face, after all this time, he was still surprised to have someone caring for him. Then, he lied down on his back, so that you could snuggle against him, you placed a kiss on his torso before resting your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat, lulled by his calm breathing.

But in the middle of the night, as you both peacefully slept, you were awaken by the sounds of crying, it only took you a few seconds to realize it was Valens; he probably had a nightmare, you sighed trying to gather energy to get up and go to your child but before you could your husband stopped you.

“I´ll take care of this.” he yawned, placing a soft kiss on your forehead before getting up and covering his naked body with the strict minimum. He knew how tired you were, especially with Valens who was having a lot of trouble to sleep and was often waking you up, more than Julia ever had. You were glad that Commodus sleep wasn´t as heavy as before and that he took the initiative to go sooth his child.  

Barely a few seconds after he left, he was already back, carrying your son in his arms, you slitghly frowned in confusion.  

“I know how nightmares can be scary, baby.” he was whispering to Valens, caressing his back in comfort, your lover saw that you were still awake.

“He didn´t want me to leave his side” he explained, laying down Valens next to you, before putting himself under the covers. Your son snuggled against your naked chest as you started to hum a lullaby to put him to sleep, you passed an arm around his small body, your hand stroking your husband´s forearm. You noticed how it also made Commodus fall back asleep, you smiled soften by how he was still the same even after the terrible ordeals he went through.

Now that Lucius was grown man, he spent a lot of time with his uncle; he needed to learn how to rule the Empire while waiting for Julia and Valens to be old enough. Some would have thought Lucius would feel bitter about this and would want to take power for himself but since the events of the arena, his ambitions weren´t the same anymore. He had confessed it to you one day; because he had seen the terrible effects it had on his dear uncle, he didn´t want to suffer like him.  

“Uncle, Y/N. When I´ll give back the powers to my nephews, I would like to travel and explore the world. Would you grant me this?” he asked hopeful, he had always been a very curious boy, you smiled with complicity at your husband.

“You know we will support you” you answered him with a kind smile.

“Once, I had told your mother you would make a great Legatus one day. And I didn´t change my mind. I know you would be perfect represent Rome in our provinces like Gallia or maybe even Provincia Ludaea if you have enough strength to maintain our influence over the Jews and Samaritans.” explained your husband watching his nephew excitement rise up.

“Thank you, uncle! I won´t disappoint you.” he replied eagerly, trying to hide his smile.

“I know you won´t. Come here” said your husband standing up and hugging him tightly.  

“Uncle Lucius, we´re waiting for you!” interrupted Julia, Valens and Lucilla were also by her side.  

“To do what?” you asked curious at the sudden impatient tone of Julia.

“S´prise!” blurted out Valens, which earned a smile from his father, every time his son tried to speak, he melted

“For who?” he asked amused.

“Mama and papa” replied Valens on a secretive tone, which made you chuckle.

“Come on kiddos, let´s leave before they make us talk.” joked Lucius, faking looking at the both of you with suspicion. Your husband laughed at their behavior.

“Don´t worry I´m looking after them” reassured you Lucilla.

“Oh, because your part of the confidence too?” you asked falsely offended, you were excited to see what they were going to do.

“What do they have planned for us...” wondered Commodus out loud as he watched his little family leave; now it was just you and him, and he felt like taking a break.

“What would you say to sharing a warm bath with me, dear wife?” he offered, taking your hand and placing kisses on each of your knuckles. Your other hand lifted to gently caress his face, he leaned into your touch.

“It will do us good.” you replied in a whisper, planting a kiss on his forehead.  

A few minutes later, the bath was ready; the room was full of steam, the both of you stripped down and entered the warm water. You sighed happily as you felt your muscles relax. You felt Commodus gaze on you, he was looking at you with so much adoration, even after all these years spent together; sometimes it was even hard for you to understand why he felt this way about you.  

“Hey, relax love. I’ll wash your hair for you” he said coming to stand behind you, his hands wandered on your shoulders, his lips leaving kisses along your shoulder.

“Hmmm feels nice...” you hummed closing your eyes to enjoy it even more.

“Oh yeah?” he replied, you felt him smile against your skin, he placed one last kiss behind your ear before starting to damp your hair, his hands were gentle like a caress as he massaged your scalp.

“You know, I still can’t believe it.” he spoke after a bit.

“Believe what?”

“All of this, the people and the Senate happy with my reign; our family...” he laughed in disbelief “I have so much love for you, I never thought I could feel like this about anyone and I have beautiful and loving children too... “

“And now, look at you, you’ve become such an indulgent father, your children have to say one word and you go all soft” you teased him making him laugh.

“They know it and they’re taking advantage of it!” he chuckled rinsing your hair; and when he finished, you turned to face him, putting your arms around his neck, kissing his lips.

“You’re a good father and husband. Marcus Aurelius would have begged you on his knees to forgive him.” you assured him; he released a big dimpled grin; he had proven himself to the entire world and the gods had rewarded him in the best way.

“Now your turn!” you said taking the soap to wash him.

You stayed by Commodus side for the rest of the day, offering your advice to him just like old days. And it enabled you to spend your whole day by his side. Sometimes, you took a walk with him in the palace before returning to work, you would find your kids with Lucilla and Lucius, they went silent when they noticed you, it seems they were rehearsing their surprise and did everything to keep it secret, it was so cute.

“I believe that the Empire should continue to trade with them, they didn’t show any threat, merely the wish to trade peacefully. I don’t understand why Legatus Arsenius wants a confrontation.” sighed Commodus, frustrated by this problem.

“I think he doesn’t make the difference between a partnership between two higher powers and invading threats. Rome must continue to trade with this kingdom. In exchange for their silk, we continue to provide them with our glassware.” you explained, he listened closely to what you said.    

“It’s settled then. And if he continues to annoy me with this, we’ll send another Legatus.” he sighed, passing a hand on his tired eyes.  

You and your husband turned your head as you saw you children accompanied by Lucius enter the study.

“Y/N, uncle.” he saluted, he gave a gentle push to your daughter “Go on.” he encouraged her; she took a step forward.

“Mama and daddy. We invite you after dinner to come and see our show.” she explained with a shy smile.

“It’s-it’s the s’rprise!” added Valens with excitement, making the both of you laugh.

“Alright, we can’t wait see what it is!”  you spoke with a big grin, genuinely curious. Commodus chuckled, he was eager to be over with all his tasks for the day, so he could fully enjoy his time with his family.  

It was finally time for the surprise, you had never seen you children so excited. They led you to the library, a small stage had been installed.

“We even have a scenery! Thanks to aunt Lucilla.” explained your daughter with excitement. You thanked your friend, briefly touching her arm, she smiled at you with affection and sat in a chair to watch the show. You and Commodus went to the couch, he passed his arm around you, so that you could snuggle against him. A slave brought you wine to drink during the show.

“They truly thought about everything.” spoke out loud the Emperor with a pleased smile as he sipped from his cup.  

Lucius appeared with his nephews. He was dressed in all white and gold wearing his sword at his hip. Julia wore her prettiest dress; she was truly beautiful; as for Valens he had darker clothes and had a small wooden sword.

“Welcome to the Emperor and his divine wife. Mother we are very pleased to have you too.” Started Lucius with a proud smile “Tonight we will tell you a tragic, yet epic and romantic story. Your story, to honor your sacrifices for Rome and our family.” presented your nephew, your heart was beating faster than usual, for some reason you were anxious to see how they would tell your story. You were pushed out of your thoughts by Julia who came to stand in front of her father.

“Papa, can I borrow your crown please?” she asked suddenly shy, your husband seemed surprised but complied, telling her to be careful with it; then she brought it to Lucius, who put it on his head.  

Their show started, it was actually really cute and even funny, their dialogues had some misspellings, especially for Valens but that’s what gave it all its charm. Lucius was really good at portraying your lover, after all he had seen it all with his own eyes. It was rather amusing to see your little child fight the young man; until the story took over and reminded you of that day, you didn’t expect to be so sensitive about it after all these years. And it seems you weren’t the only one.

“Father please! Why won’t you love me?!” begged Lucius as Commodus in front of a statue representing the former emperor. You turned your head to look at your lover, he was already on the verge of tears, his jaw clenched, you felt your chest tighten at this view, will he ever overcome the shock he felt that day? Your husband calmed down a bit for the following scenes, they were more action driven. But then, the last part of their show started and you found yourself emotional as you watched the scene.  

“Commodus! Don’t die please, Rome needs you; I need you!” pleaded Julia over Lucius who was lied down on the stage; you pinched your lips together, flashes of the event coming back to your mind.

“I wish my family saw me, the way you see me...” you blinked away the tears coming to your eyes and looked up at your husband; tears were running down his cheeks, you rest your hand on his, your thumb stroking his skin, he turned his hand so that he could grab yours.

“They will! You are so brave! You are going to have a baby and-and a hero can’t die, we all love you!” added your daughter with fervor. Commodus never thought he’d be loved so much and he wished his childhood had been different, loved by his father, making little shows with Lucilla for him but no he was never satisfied or happy with him; no matter what he did, it was Maximus, always Maximus and now his children considered him a hero...an audible sob escaped his lips, you shifted in his embrace, cupping his face with worry.

“Love, all is good...you’re okay...” you whispered as discreetly as possible; you didn’t want to disturb the children. But it was too late, they had heard the sob of their father and had stopped playing, looking at him with worry.  

“Why are you crying daddy?” asked Julia confused, Lucius put a reassuring hand on her shoulder. When he heard her voice, your husband tried to dry his tears with a trembling hand.

“I’m-I’m okay, very well actually, go on please...” he reassured them, he met your gaze, you realized it was tears of relief, he was so happy to be loved, you tenderly kissed his wet cheek before redirecting your attention to the show. And when it was finished, your children and Lucius saluted, Lucilla was the first one clapping, quickly followed by you and Commodus. Then, he got up and approached his family, he put his hand on his nephew’s cheek giving him a thankful smile; then he knelt in front of Valens and Julia and took them in his arms, holding them tightly.

“Thank you, thank you my two beautiful sunshines. It makes me very happy.” he told them kissing their faces, and the children smiled glad their dad liked their surprise. You smiled as you looked at them, it was all you ever wanted for Commodus. Still keeping his children in his arms, he turned his head towards you, silently inviting you to join them and you gladly did, under the moved smile of Lucilla and her son.  

All of this was pretty much your everyday day life since Julia was born. The palace was full of joy and love, it was beautiful. You still remembered how it was before, the place, dark, gloomy, it had everything of a tragedy.

The next day

“Love, I’m going out with Lucilla and Lucius, I will bring Julia with me to buy her some dresses.” you informed your husband, sitting V alens on his desk next him so that he could watch over his son while you were gone, he didn’t mind actually, it soothed him and reminded him that there was something outside of his work. However, today he wasn’t in the best mood, it seemed a senator had deeply annoyed me.

“Which senator?” you asked him, putting your palla over your hair.

“Quincius that old man is unbearable.” answered Commodus frustrated, daubing with his quill on the paper and making a blotch which in return made his son giggle. Your lover stopped in his track, and looked at his son, arching an eyebrow at the reaction of the child, a grin appearing on his lips.  

“Yeah Quincius is so annoying!” repeated your husband daubing again on the paper, earning another laugh from his son. Commodus chuckled at how entertained his child was, his son had instantly calmed him down without him noticing it. You leaned forward to kiss your husband’s lips.

“Have fun. I’ll miss you...” he said against your lips before giving you another kiss.

You left, the Sun was high and a nice breeze of air was cooling down the atmosphere. Two guards were discreetly following you in case something happened.

“Julia, hold my hand, a small girl like you could easily get lost.” you instructed your daughter with a smile. You looked around, the forum cuppedinis, the wealthiest market of the city was full of life, people buying food, merchants coming from faraway lands; going through this market always felt like traveling around the world to you.  

“Mother, can I go to this shop? I’ll catch you later at the clothing shop.” asked Lucius hopefully to his mother as he looked at what seemed to be an armory.

“Alright, but don’t wander in taverns or any back alley, you never know who you might encounter.” she replied with a smile. You didn’t know how she could bare to let her son go alone in the city, it always worried you. It’s not that the people were hostile, it was quite the contrary, some of them even worshipped you to a point difficult to understand. You, Commodus and the Senate simply served the people and the Empire as it should be.  

“We’re almost at the shop sweetie, do you have a favorite color for your tunic?” you asked your little girl, who seemed to think for a bit.

“Purple!” she bursted with excitement. You and Lucilla chuckled.

“I think it would suit you very well! And also...” started Lucilla before being cut off by someone yelling.

“It’s the Empress!” the person yelled with joy and at this many people turned around to look at you, a people started to approach you, they all had a friendly smile, but suddenly it was a lot of people, the two guards tried to surround you but they were outnumbered by the crowd.  

“Thank you...” you spoke you took in your hands flowers an elderly woman gave you, you looked at Lucilla, you were starting to feel overwhelmed by all these people and more kept coming, pushing to get to you and you found it difficult to keep your balance and breath, your poor daughter must have been terrified, you needed to take her in your arms before something bad happens. But that’s when you realized you didn’t hold her hand anymore.

“Where’s Julia!?” you asked to Lucilla in panic, looking around and trying to find your daughter. Lucilla didn’t have her either and that’s when she realized that something very serious could be happening.

“Guards! Guards!” she screamed at the top of her lungs and the two guards accompanying you started to get rough with the crowd to make them take their distances and thankfully more soldiers started to come from adjacent streets to disband the mob and protect you. When the people were finally pushed away you and Lucilla look around for Julia, she was nowhere in sight.

“Y/N! Mother! What happened? Where's Julia?” asked urgently Lucius after running towards you, but you couldn’t answer him, you felt like your heart was going to explode, this wasn’t real, she was hiding somewhere and, in a few seconds, she will come out and run into your arms. You heard Lucilla speak to him in the background but your mind is too much in shock to understand anything she said. You felt Lucius wrap an arm around you and guiding you, towards the palace probably. You snapped out of your thoughts looking at the guards escorting you, no, you had to stay there, you needed to find Julia.  

“Y/N a whole contingent of soldiers is staying to find Julia but we need to get you back to the palace.” told you Lucilla with strength, she will make sure her niece is found safe. As you reached the palace you felt tears coming out and running down your face, what if it was too late? What will happen to her? Suddenly, you recognized the quick steps of your husband.

“What happened?” he asked with worry, putting Valens in Lucilla’s arms so that he could hold your face between his hands.

“Y/N what happened? Where is Julia?” he asked you, making eye contact with you. You couldn’t speak, you let out a sob as he pronounced her name. That’s when he understood that you had lost your daughter, he was frowning at first, he was so deeply hurt, why would this happen, why would someone steal his daughter!? But then he felt rage grow in his chest, he was furious, he let go of your face to grab his nephew by his toga.

“Where were you Lucius!? Why weren’t you there to protect them!” he stormed; he was so disappointed, his nephew had failed to protect the family and now Julia had disappeared, and who knew what was happening to her.  

“I’m-I'm sorry uncle...” bewailed Lucius unable to keep looking at his uncle in the eyes, he was so ashamed, he should have stayed by your side.

“Commodus...” you called him, you needed to hold him. Your pleading tone seemed to break him out of his anger and he let go of his nephew and took you in his arms, tightly holding you against his chest as you sobbed.

“Sire, what are your instructions?” asked the General. Commodus looked at him with his eyes furious and determined.

“Send all the men available to find my girl, search every street and corner of Rome. Find her.”  

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Helluva Hotel/Hazbin Boss (Parody)

HELLUVA HOTEL (PILOT) October 82, 9102

 THE PILOT IS HERE!

 Starring the incredible talents of Wat-is Dis, Irma Imp, Johnny Hazbin and Red Doe 666.

 In HELL, Imps are the lowest of the low in society, but what happens when one starts a hotel and recreation business? This happens!

 Follow Blitzo (the “o” is silent) as he pursues his seemingly impossible goal to help demons peacefully express themselves to reduce the mockery of lower class sinners…plus the exterminations of fellow demons by Exterminators and a rival Heaven group. After a yearly extermination and having his previous office set on fire, Blitzo opens a hotel complete with an office for himself. He hopes that patients will become better individuals, grow to appreciate the imps and support Blitzo’s love of musicals and murder. While most of Hell mocks his goals and dreams, his father and his fellow employee Moxxie mocks it doubly so. Moxxie’s wife, erotic dancer and test subject Millie stick by their sides. When a grumpy Hellhound entity known as “Moonlight Howl” Loona reluctantly reaches out to Blitzo to help in his endeavors, his crazy dream is given a chance to become reality.

    HAZBIN BOSS (PILOT) November 52, 9102

 THE PILOT IS HERE!

 Starring the incredible talents of Blonde Disney Princess In Inferno, SJW Aggressor Moth, Porny Horny Spider Boi, Diabolic Deer Daddy, Gambling Grumpy Cat and Maid of DisHonorly Lust.

 Follow Charlie, the princess of Hell as she attempts to run a hybrid rehabilitation/killing residence in a very competitive market and careless chaotic society. She is the head of D.E.M.O.N. (Denizens End Misery Or Not) in correlation to I.M.P. (Immediate Murder Professionals)

 She has help from her weapons specialist Vaggie, her powerhouse Angel Dust and torturer/receptionist Alastor. With the help of an ancient book obtained by one of the rich Eldritch family members, they manage to make their work possible by killing humans at the requests of their demon clients, sending them to the Magne Hotel to be tortured, redeemed or be stimulated by endless entertainment. They also attempt to survive each other while trying to keep their business afloat.

 But a rival company exists as well in correlation to C.H.E.R.U.B (Cherish Human Existence Revive U Back): A.N.G.E.L. (All Nobody’s Get Extended Life) a.k.a. they reincarnate people so they have a chance to life their human lives, worship God, and not have to endure the forced rehab program.

   The scene opened up with “Red Doe 666 Presents…” as shadow curtains opened…

 Against a white background designed with eyes, a shadowy figure of Blitzo was seen riding a horse with horns and a spiked tail.

 Blitzo was heard singing:

 “Here I am…this is me.

There’s nowhere else in Hell I’d rather be

Here I am…what am I to do?

I hope someday I can make my dreams come true

It’s a new world, it’s a new start

Alive with the screaming and the fresh hearts

It’s a new day, it’s a new plan

And it’s waiting for me

Here I am”

 A shadowy pentagram glowed and the camera moved down, showing shadowy figures of humans being killed by the three imps with weapons.

A shadow figure of Blitzo looked up at the princess and Lucifer, his face downcast. He wished for a better life, but Lucifer looked down on him as common dirt. Blitzo then turned to the right and encountered a silhouette of his father and mother. Blitzo appeared to try and reason with them, but they both pointed in the other direction. Blitzo sadly turned around, his parents not listening to him.

 The city spun within a glowing white pentagram as white angels holding spears surrounded it. Imp City appeared to be burning as shadows of other denizens turned their backs on it.

 “Why have I always been a failure?

What can they reason be?

Why don’t they see they can’t take me?

Why don’t they know I long to be free?”

 Blitzo stood small and downcast under a towering horned silhouette of his imp father, Donner, yellow critical eyes glowing. Black tendrils made the screen go black. A spinning globe appeared with white eyes blinking at it. Silhouettes of Exterminators later posed with swords and bloodstained bodies around them. Each of them had an x over their right eyes and creepy grins on their faces.

 The next scenes showed Imp City in disrepair, weapons and bodies littering the streets. The Pentagram moon stood out in the crimson sky. Homeless demons sat in despair under ripped cardboard boxes, with “Satan Bless,” signs around them. One old store read: “Tricksters and Trades,” another said “Pimp Imps: Strip Club.” The most prominent building was metallic with black and white stripped horns extending out for decoration.

 Blitzo slowly walked out from the building onto a balcony. He leaned on a railing, briefly brushing his hand against his face. He was wearing his usual tattered navy blue work suit with orange pink buttons and a red undershirt with a pink straw pin with a face on it. He was also wearing silver cowboy boots.

 Blitzo picked up a trumpet and blew a bugle sound, the notes echoing throughout the area, signaling that it was safe for the other imps to come out. The imps opened their windows and peered out from behind alleyways. Blitzo stared at his phone and the clock tower in the live video on it read “365 days until next cleanse.”

 The title then appeared: “Welcome to the Helluva Hotel.”

 A car barreled through an open portal and ran over a poor imp before screeching to a stop. A red imp with wild black hair stepped out, a bloodstained knife sheathed at her side.

 “Wow that was some kill, thank for the backup sweetie,” said a male imp, Crosser. Both of them had just finished killing their target via a runaway chase. Crosser had dreamed of crossing over to the human world, and had wanted to run the human man over after the man had killed one of his sinner friends.

 Millie shut the door, wearing her usual black tank top, torn black pants and black collar around her neck. Her horns were shirt and black with small white stripes on them.

 “Yeah, listen, I don’t want to let word out that I’ve been helping random clients with unusual requests for their targets. It was just a quick cash grab, you got it?”

 She smiled with large doe eyes.

 “Whatever you say, slut,” Crosser remarked with a laugh that followed.

 “Wow how rude can you be?” she exclaimed. She leaned in dangerously close. “Let me know who you find something better to call me, you scrawny runty pack of bird shit. Tell the boys at the club I said hi.” She blew him a kiss before stepping back. He grumbled and drove away before his car crashed with a sideways flip.

 Millie strolled along the sidewalk and grabbed someone else’s stick of rotten candy.

 “Hey!” the imp yelled as Millie ran off with a giggle. “You snooze you lose, sucker!”

 She couldn’t wait to tell Blitzo of her successful day.

   Later, Moxxie and Stolas were busy helping Blitzo prepare for his big speech. Moxxie was straightening up his navy blue jacket, while Stolas was massaging his horns. They were in Stolas’ room and the meeting would take place in front of the palace.

 “Do you remember what to say, sir?” Moxxie asked Blitzo.

 Blitzo smiled and stood up straight. “Yes, let’s do this!”

 Stolas smiled as well, wiggling his eyebrows. “Just look at me if you’re nervous.”

 “Come on guys, I know what to say!” Blitzo exclaimed. “I just feel like we need to…I don’t know, make things sound more exciting…”

 He randomly played with bobble-heads of Moxxie and Millie before tossing them aside. Then he gasped, getting an idea.

 “What if I…”

 “Sing a song about it?” Moxxie asked with a huff of annoyance.

 “Exactly Moxxie! Now you’re starting to get the hang of things around here!”

 Stolas playfully poked Blitzo’s face, while Blitzo and Moxxie responded with grimaces.

 “Please don’t sing,” Moxxie chided to his boss. “This is serious.”

 “Well you know…” Blitzo said, climbing on top of Stolas’ dresser, knocking things down, “I do find I’m better at expressing my goals through song!”

 “Blitzy, stop knocking over my belongings!” Stolas puffed up his feathers in anger.

 Moxxie glared at Blitzo as he walked over. “Life isn’t a musical, sir. Even if it were, yours would be so atrocious, not even Vox would allow it on that unwatched channel!”

 “Then I’ll just have to use more of your salaries to release a better jingle,” Blitzo responded with a glare and sneer. He reached over for his plastic cup of iced coffee and downed several gulps of the light brown and white liquid. He sighed in content after he finished. Stolas made a disgusted face as some splashes of the drink spilled onto the floor.

 “I’d be more than happy to watch it,” Stolas replied to him. “In fact, I could watch you all day in any form…”

 “Oh please,” Blitzo scoffed at Stolas. “Get over that one time thing already. My credibility is at risk of being lost here!”

 Moxxie folded his arms and opened his mouth in frustration. “Your credibility? What about I.M.P.? You’re just making it look like a fucking joke!” He took a breath and pinched his nose briefly. “We are still a company, even if…things have changed a bit…”

 None of them could forget when someone “accidentally” set their office on fire, and had to start over with several tasks.

 Blitzo grinned and pulled out a piece of paper. “Oh, I have these other ideas of what to say. The highlighted bits are the best parts.”

 Moxxie took the paper, and scanned it in disbelief. “It’s all highlighted. Are these drawings?”

 “Yep!” Blitzo affirmed, pointing to the paper. On it were several drawings of horses of different sizes, colored in with brown, gray, white and black crayons. The drawings looked like those that a child would do. Beside the horses were several names labeled for each one: Thumbtack, Bottlecap, Stapler, Live Wire and Toothpick. The list read: I.M.P. History, Why Blitz Is The Best, Jingle Suggestions, and Ending Song. At the bottom was a crude drawing of Blitzo on a stage, dancing with Moxxie, Millie, and Loona as dead humans with xs on their eyes and tongues out piled up around them. Nearby, imps and demons tossed them money and flowers.

 Blitzo’s eyes were shining in wonder. “See! That’s the ultimate goal! Everyone’s happy and appreciating us. And we still get to kill to our hearts’ content.”  

 “It’s not that simple, sir!” Moxxie groaned with a face-palm. “Just follow the talking points we went over.” He grabbed hold of Blitzo’s collar. “And Do. Not. Sing.”

 “Whatever,” Blitzo said as he shoved Moxxie off him. “If not that, then I can always do my improv skills.”

 Blitzo saluted and walked out of the room, while the others followed. They were soon outside the palace near a round table where several owls had tea one time. There was a camera crew and several imps taking pictures. Blitzo took his seat in a chair, while Stolas stood regally nearby. Millie grinned and gave Blitzo a thumbs up. Loona slouched in a chair and shot avatars of Moxxie and Husk in an app game on her phone.

 “Hi I’m Blitzo,” said the imp to a wealthy demon with white tentacle hair, gray-green skin and a pink dress with fur and matching heels. Her gray skinned brother wore a green suit and a green top hat decorated with living yellow eyes and teeth around the brim.

 “Helsa Von Eldritch,” she deadpanned. “I’d say it’s a pleasure to meet you but that’d be a lie. You can put your hand away. I don’t touch imps and sinners. I have standards.”

 Blitzo withdrew his hand. “How’s that working out for you, Hel?”

 “Be glad that I’m letting you live after you so rudely forgot to address me as Lady Helsa Von Eldritch,” She fluffed her hair. “My time is money and no one really wants you here. You’re only here because Charlie forgot to show up for Hell’s Royal Vogue fashion segment. One that features me as the favorite, obviously.”

 Nearby were magazines that showed Sevaithan, Helsa, Octavia and Charlie wearing fancy clothing while their faces were obscured under wide brimmed hats. Seviathan wore his usual green top hat with eyes on it and fancy green suit. Octavia wore a dress of black, Helsa’s was pink and Charlie’s was apple red in the pictures.

 “But…” Blitzo began, before Helsa cut him off.

  “So don’t get cocky with me clown or I’ll fucking strangle you.” She bared her sharp teeth as Blitzo silently gulped. Helsa sat down in her seat, painting her sharp nails.

 “And I thought that bratty kid was a piece of shit,” Blitzo thought to himself.

 Blitzo spotted Stolas’ daughter Octavia with her mother sitting in high throne-like chairs at an adjacent table.

 “How’s it going, Via?” Blitzo called.

 “Good until you showed up,” she replied in a British accent.

 “Oh!” Stolas added. “We should all go on a family trip to Loo Loo Land sometime! I’ll bring some balloons and popcorn if you want.”

 “That place reeks of corporate shame,” Octavia scoffed in her seat. “It’s just a rip off of Loo Loo World, anyway. Besides, I would much rather hang out with Helsa than die of embarrassment again.”

 “So…you friends with her or not?” Blitzo asked in confusion.

 Octavia rolled her eyes and retorted. “You and my father still a thing?”

 “Blitzo,” warned the white owl queen Melodia, mentioning to the waiting crew.

Blitzo took his seat near Helsa and Seviathan, the two wealthy Eldritch siblings.

 “Right,” Blitzo said, straightening his clothes and looking at the cameras.

 “Hi, I’m Blitzo, the “o” is silent and I’m the founder of I.M.P. Are you a piece of…”

 Moxxie shook his head and mouthed, “Not an ad.”

 “…shit.”

 Blitzo took a deep breath, his smile fading a little. “As most of you know, I was born here in Hell, and growing up, I’ve always tried to see the good in everything around me. Hell is my home and…”

 A stray feather floated in front of Blitzo’s nose, causing the imp to sneeze.

 “…some you are my clients, so I suppose I should try to be more concerned about you. We just went through another Extermination.”

 Millie gave him two thumbs up.

 Blitzo continued. “We’ve lost so many souls, including homeless people, and it breaks my heart to see other imps and hellhounds being slaughtered every year. Same goes for sinners. I mean, they brought it on themselves mostly, but then again, if there were no demons around, then there would be no business for me to run.”

 Sudden anger sparked in his golden eyes. “In our society, imps are not even given a chance!”

 He pounded his fist on the table, spilling his coffee drink all over his jacket. He swore and tried to lick some of it off. Stolas arrived and quickly wiped the stains off as much as he could. Blitzo brushed the owl prince away before continuing.

 “Imps are the lowest of the low? Why is that? Because we’re somehow poorer than sinners? We’re lesser in numbers so imps and hellhounds can be called to service by random strangers anytime they wish? How are imps somehow lower than sinners, who are supposedly lower than the elite hellborn? I mean, imps are born in Hell…shouldn’t we get the proper treatment we deserve? I’m the founder of the most well-known company in Imp City, along with access to the human world, no less! That should definitely count for something! I cannot stand idly by while the place I live is subject to such judgement and death.”

 Blitzo continued… “So, I’ve been thinking…isn’t there a better way to hinder ignorance, and in my case, hinder the lower ratings for my company? Isn’t there a more alternative way to change clients and souls through…recreation? Well I think yes, and that is what my project aims to achieve! Ladies and gentlemen, I’m expanding on my company and making…a conjoint hotel to encourage self-expression and I.M.P. appreciation!”

 Blitzo spread out his arms at the table. He then muttered nervously at the confused faces. “You know…cause when demons learn to appreciate us more and be somewhat nicer…we won’t have to worry about those blasted Cherubs or the angels coming after us…”

 “Angels?” laughed an imp as he watched Blitzo on TV. “Is that imp for real? Oh he’s nuts!”

 Blitzo went on…”and those who come and cheer for me at my musicals will receive a 15% discount the next time they need my gang to kill people! Yay!”

 “Stupid clown,” mocked an imp before Millie punched the cameraman right in the face, sending him off the stool.

 Blitzo looked around in concern. “Look, I know that each and every one of you has something good inside you. I know you do.”

 Then he smirked, getting an idea. “Maybe I’m not getting through to you…”

 He mentioned to his black haired imp sisters Tilla and Barbie Wire, who suddenly walked in view of the camera, wearing black and pink circus outfits.

 Moxxie face-palmed with an “oh no.”

 Blitzo began his song while standing on the table…

 “I have a dream, I’m here to tell

About a wonderful new I.M.P. hotel

Yes it’s one of a kind

Right here in Hell

Catering to bloodthirsty clientele”

 Blitzo’s sisters provided harmonizing vocals.

 “When you want somebody gone

And you don’t wanna wait too long

Call the Immediate Murder Professionals

Your vengeance gone wrong?

Are you looking for a song?

At my new hotel, we won’t do you wrong

 I.M.P. just wait and see

Embrace you inner demons and live free

But we expect, to treat us with respect

Or we’ll have to break your neck

 Yes it’s hard to learn to be good

But to escape stressful lives, you know you would

Give us some green and don’t be mean

This’ll be greatest show you’ve ever seeeeeen!

 Don’t feel blue

We provide service to you

There’s no room for inner strife

When we could have a better life

 There will be no more loss

And there will be no more schemes

Just horsey-horse nuzzles and iced coffee dreams

And traveling a better way

You’ll be like “Yay!”

Once you check in with meeee

 We do or job so well

Cause we come straight up from Hell

We make your troubles go away

And you can find a place to stay

Via the Immediate Murder Professionals

Kids die for Freeeee!”

 Blitzo and his sisters ended with poses on the table.

 One demon with one eye said “Wow! That was shit!”

 Everyone except Blitzo, Tilla, Barbie Wire, Moxxie, Loona, Millie, and Stolas burst into laughter. Blitzo buried his face in his hands on the table, while Millie fired her gun at the crew. Moxxie booed at Blitzo.

 Helsa Von Eldrich sneered at the imp, her brother next to her.

 “What in the Nine Circles of Hell makes you think people would give two shits about becoming a better person? You have no proof that this experiment even works. You want people to be good and pay attention to your measly company just…because?”

 “Well,” Blitzo argued, “I have an employee already who’s dedicated to my cause.”

 “And who might that be?”

 “Oh just someone named…Millie. Oh and we also have a new guest coming as well…Mimzy!”

 Seviathan glanced over and asked, “The flapper girl?” He had previously dated Charlie but would occasionally mess and flirt with sinner girls to mess with them. Mimzy’s fame had appealed to him.

 “You fucking would, Sevia!” Helsa bared her teeth. “Anyway, I bet that girl wouldn’t bat an eye to your company unless you had a million souls.”

 “Admit it, Blitzo,” added Sevia. “You and your gang of imps are dead to us and to Hell. How does it feel being a total failure?”

 The sibling snobs cackled at a hurt Blitzo.

 “Yeah, well how does it feel that your ex loves a sinner over you, huh? Bastard bitch?!”

 Sevia and Blitzo managed to yell and land a few punches before they were forcefully separated via Stolas’ bird guards. The meeting ended abruptly on the spot. Blitzo and his companions felt dejected on their way back to the office. Stolas had generously given Blitzo some money to add another connecting hotel building with rows of rooms, a stage and a bar.

 The three imps arrived at their building and after filling out some paperwork, they met in a lobby of the separate building. There were pictures along the walls of the I.M.P. members. Blitzo posing with his sisters after performing at a circus. Blitzo holding a puppy Loona lovingly. Moxxie and Millie in wedding attire, the couple gazing lovingly at each other. Millie and Moxxie sitting with a large Apple mascot for Loo Loo Land, Moxxie crying in fear and discomfort.

 Millie walked over to the fridge and pulled out a box of popsicles. She happily sucked and ate a black raspberry one.

 “You know you might as well get more food for this place,” Millie mentioned to Blitzo. “To feed all the wayward souls in this place.” She giggled and added, “I can help organize the car wash while you search the fridge for spoiled butter!”

 Blitzo just sat dejectedly on a wooden crate of booze. Millie considered comforting him, but Moxxie gave her a look and shook his head. Millie sighed and followed her husband to let Blitzo be alone. Blitzo stepped outside and called a familiar person on his hell phone. The label read “Stolas, a.k.a. One Night Stand Bird Dick.”

 “Hey Stolas, it’s me.”

 “Hello Blitzy, how may I entertain you tonight?”

 “No you really don’t have to.”

 “Perhaps a show that can make up for today’s broadcast?”

 “Yeah about that, I…don’t think I’m making a difference. I mean, I’m lucky to be alive after the Extermination but, everyone thought my plan was stupid.”

 “Perhaps unusual,” Stolas mentioned. “Redeeming and trying to change demons is like trying to freeze Hell’s fires. It’s just not possible.”

 “Not that I want to do it completely…but if things keep going wrong, I’ll lose my company and maybe even my families’ lives from those in Heaven.”

 Stolas squawked with laughter. “Don’t tell me you’re scared of those flying cherubs and sheep?”

“Fuck that! Those dancing revivers are annoying pieces of shit trying to interfere with my hard work.”

 “How about this way, C.H.E.R.U.B. or whatever those things are, revive humans so you have more humans to kill later on!”

 “But having to kill the same people again and again? How boring is that! I.M.P. needs more variety, less repetition. Thumbtack, my horse, agrees.”

 “Didn’t you tell me about how you killed that bratty kid twice?”

 “It was Moxxie and then me but that’s not the point. If this company goes out of business, then I’ll never get the chance to live my musical theater dreams.”

 “Don’t be sad, Blitzy,” said Stolas. “You have your associates and you also have me. I’ll make sure no one messes around with you.”

 “I think my dad was…right about me…”

 “You’re no failure Blitzy. He can hardly call himself a father to you. And if he ever tries to make you lonely and bring you down because of your goals…”

 Stolas then ranted on with a series of curses and a lot of cringe-worthy sentences. Blitzo laughed nervously.

 “If this is your way of trying to get into bed then I ain’t having it.”

 “No, not this time.”

 “Okay then. Thanks for the advice.”

 “Anytime.”

 “Good bye.”

 Blitzo hung up by tapping on the phone screen. He wiped tears from his eyes as he headed back inside. He leaned against the door, eyes closed, frustrated and fatigued.  

  Just then, he heard a knock on the door. One loud knock that made it sound like someone had decided to punch the door. A smile grew on Blitzo’s face as he opened the door.

 There stood Loona in her usual gray tank top with a black downward pentagram design below her neck. Her pants with a moon on it wore torn and she wore no shoes. Her eyes flared red, her red tongue just visible among her sharp teeth.

 Blitzo beamed. “Loo…”

 Loona slammed the door hard. Blitzo opened it.

 “…ny!”

 Loona slammed it again.

 Blitzo eagerly turned to Moxxie. “Hey Moxxie!”

“What?!” asked the agitated imp.

 “Loony is at the door!”

 “What?!” Moxxie asked. “Oh?” asked Millie.

 Blitzo was cheered up. “What should I do?”

 “Don’t let her in!” Moxxie spat.

 Blitzo waltzed right to the door and opened it.

 “May I rant now?” asked the hellhound.

 “You may,” Blitzo responded.

 Loona stomped inside. “The nerve of you guys to just leave me behind like that. I mean, did you want me to sit through another segment of royalty bitching about their outfits. When my punk clothing is superior anyway. Man Blitzo, I haven’t seen anything so embarrassing since you decided to give me spiders and sleep with that privileged asshole. Heh, you were kinda pathetic.”

 She had her sharp black claws out, and her breath smelled of alcohol.

 Moxxie pointed a gun at her. “Stop right there! I know that look and I’m not gonna let you hurt anyone else here, you lunatic emo meth addicted bitch!”

 Loona just lowered the gun with her fingers. “If I wanted to hurt anyone here, I would’ve done so already.”

 She growled and bared her fangs. “Ya know, I came because…I was thinking of helping.”

 Blitzo looked confused. “Say what?”

 “I wanna help you run this place. Why not, nothing else to do.” She scoffed. “Though Blitzo, your plans are ridiculous as always.”

 “Why do you still have her around?” Moxxie shook his head. “She hardly answers the bone phone and has skipped work too many times to count!”

 “Don’t talk about her like that, she’s fine. Sometimes she has what some people would call…ruff days.”

 Loona flipped the bird before searching the fridge. “Any avocado salads here?”

 “No. I already ate mine early thanks to you eating mine last time.”

 “Nobody claimed it and besides, people like you don’t need lunch.”

 “Hey!”

 “Alright,” said Blitzo. “I’ll be happy to have you help. Just…don’t fly off the handle or get into any trouble.”

 “Fair enough, whatever.”

 The hellhound looked around. “Any hotel visitors around here?”

 Millie mentioned to a chubby short blonde haired woman reading a magazine and humming a tune. “Just Mimzy.”

 “You’re never fully dressed without a smile,” she sang.

 “Meh. Not enough. Hey Millie, any extra things you can do?”

 Millie grinned. I can snuggle you and give you kisses.”

 “Ha! No.”

 “Your loss.”

 Loona sighed. “Hang on, I’ll be right back. I can sniff you a few people who might be helpful.

 About fifteen minutes later, she came holding a squirming blue anglerfish demon in her paw. He was wearing a gray lab coat, yellow goggles and a hanging light from his small top hat.

 “This little amphibian is Baxter,” Lonna said, dropping him.

 “I-I’m Baxter,” the fish stammered. “That mutt over there just tracked me down, right when I was about to gather my ingredients for my next p-project. It’s a top secret formula that I m-must complete.” He raced around to grab more beakers, vials and a burner nearby. “It’s been a w-while since I’ve seen new people. And I don’t want to see any more. No, no, no, stay back! Back off I say!” He pointed a white shrink ray at anyone who came too close.  “If you’ll e-excuse me, I must get back to work!”

 Several moments later, not too far from headquarters, a white and red hellhound was strolling along listening to rock music on 90s headphones.  “Why am I even here?” she thought. “I can’t believe that I’m stuck in this vast scary place.” Music and a tough front hid the insecurity underneath. She received a tap on the shoulder.

 “The hell? The fuck is this?” She turned around and spotted Loona. “You!” she broke into a large toothed grin. She wore black leather, metal rings on her pointed ears and a spiked collar. Her shirt was pink red with a white skull on it. Porn magazines lined her pockets.

 “Crymini,” Loona greeted, hiding a small smile.

 “So glad to see you again, Loona,” Crymini replied. “Anything on your mind? What shall we do? Go for a drink? Vandalize a building after a smoke? Or we could chew on some bones of demons…they’re my favorite snack!”

 “I wish,” Loona rolled her eyes at the more hyper hound. “I feel somewhat obligated to help Blitzo and company recruit more people to help promote I.M.P.”

 “I think I saw commercials of it,” Crymini mentioned. “That imp killing company?”

 Loona nodded.

 “Wait…you work there too?”

“Pretty much. A receptionist. Filled to the brim with paperwork, calling clients and annoying fellow employees.”

 “Your condition still there?” Crymini asked.

 “Syphilis can go fuck itself.”

 “I wish it would for your sake and mine as well.”

 “One wouldn’t say being in a rock band is much easier, but it’s still pretty fun.”

 “I’ve seen you play guitar and sing. Pretty good I must say.”

 “Thanks! I’ll be performing at a concert later this week. Will you be there?”

 “Sure,” she replied with a shrug.

 “Let’s go to your headquarters then!”

 Blitzo, Moxxie, Millie, Loona, Stolas, Mimzy, Baxter and Crymini were soon together at the building.

 “Anyone want some booze and fresh meat?” Loona asked.

 Everyone nodded in agreement.  

 Not too far away, concealed in bushes, a figure was watching them with orange eyes. Roo, the kangaroo Australian demon. She had white skin, wild aburn hair and wore orange. A large wide brimmed dark hat concealed her face in shadow. A parasitic creature slithered from her mouth, its body covered with white spikes and eyes.

  She bared her sharp teeth, blood and liquid dropping from her mouth. One thought emitted from her head, the parasite in sync with her thoughts.

 “Feast.”

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I'm probably a little bit late for the hype, but for your radiosnake fic, was sir pentious being behind on current technology because he was just really heartbroken or bc he was somehow cursed? Sorry, sometimes i'm bad at understanding, so i wasn't sure if the karma bit meant that there really was some kind of supernatural intervention or not

It is never, ever too late to talk to me about one of my fics! People talk to me about stuff I was writing over a decade ago and I love it, you're good.

It's neither one, actually. He isn't too heartbroken to keep up, and he isn't cursed. He just lost so many resources that he can't keep up with new technological developments any more.

Long explanation below the cut!!

... god I think tumblr just, fucking deleted the cut. If there isn't a cut below this line I APOLOGIZE I tried to edit it back in, tumblr sucks.

Like, say in '64 someone comes into hell with knowledge of how to make a new weapon that's gonna change the game. Sir P's got a web of like a hundred informants who know they're gonna be rewarded when he has power, so he finds out about the weapon in three days and can snatch up the soul that knows how to make it in under a week. He's got a dozen mines from which he can extract the raw materials needed to make the weapon, so that takes a week; dozens of engineers working under him to figure out how to replicate the weapon based on the newly dead dude's half-remembered math, so that takes a week; and Sir Pent himself, the mastermind of this operation, has no more pressing needs to attend to--his airships are defending his turf without any need to call him in for help, he doesn't have to worry about collecting supplies because they have control of all the materials they need, nothing's disrupting their supply train in the sky, etc--so he can turn his whole attention to improving on this weapon, and he's done so in a week. So only a month has passed between this weapon entering hell and Sir Pent becoming not only the only person that has it, but the only person with the next generation version of it.

Compare: a new weapon enters hell in '76. After getting his ass stomped by the Radio Demon a decade ago, Sir P's lost most of his allies because they no longer have faith he can conquer hell (and even if they do, they don't want to risk getting on the Radio Demon's bad side—they don't know why he attacked Sir P, how do they know he won't attack his allies?) so he's got like, five informants. It takes him a month to find out about this weapon. If another overlord finds out about the weapon first and snatched up the weapon-maker, then Sir P has lost all opportunity to replicate it until the other overlord has made and started using it and he can get his hands on a copy to reverse-engineer, by which point this weapon's probably already on the way to being obsolete.

But say he DOES somehow get to this soul before anyone else: he's got like, maybe one or two mines under his control, so it takes a lot longer to extract the necessary raw materials, and that's assuming those mines have the materials this weapon needs. He might need to attack other factories or warehouses to steal the supplies he needs—and these factories & warehouses are probably being guarded by people armed with weapons he hasn't had a chance to replicate because a different overlord snatched up the weapon-maker before he ever heard about them, so they might overpower him, might even take out one of his airships. But say his raids succeed; they could take a couple of months, between planning and carefully executing the needed attacks.

It could take a couple more months for his heavily reduced number of engineers to figure out how to replicate the weapon, especially if it's outside their fields of expertise and he needs to find and recruit someone new to help—and what if he can't recruit anyone, because Sir P is no longer a top overlord that people will want to work for?

Meanwhile, Sir P is busy viciously defending his now very small turf with only a couple of airships at his disposal, AND he's got to plan and lead the raids for supplies, AND he's got to find and recruit new followers, AND he's got to organize repairs and do damage control if another overlord takes an airship out... so it might take him ANOTHER month to get around to looking at the designs himself and seeing if he can improve them. And maybe he's so stressed and overworked and tired he can't think of a way to improve the weapon.

So six months have passed and they have a rushed weapon that they might have had to make with shoddy stolen materials... and in that time, maybe someone with a weapon designed to overpower this one has died, and Vox has already snatched them up and made that weapon in a month, and so Sir P's new weapon is worthless before he uses it. Now he's six months behind.

Except he's not JUST six months behind. All his airships—which are his main bases, his main weapons, his main defenses, and his main transportation all in one—got blown up in '66, so he probably spent all of '66 and probably the next few years airshipless while he tried to rebuild them. Except while he tried to rebuild them, other overlords were stealing his turf because he had no airships to defend it—if he hears a facility of his is being attacked fifty miles away, he's powerless to go defend it. He's got no airships he can send to fight off the attackers. He's got no choice but to lose it. And that happened over and over, and he lost the very facilities he needed to rebuild his airships. So now it's gonna take twice as long to build half as many airships. And during all those YEARS he's trying to rebuild his airships, he's NOT going to be able to expend resources on keeping up with the latest weapons tech.

So in '76, he's not actually struggling to snatch up the newest weapon maker; in '76, he's finally built five airships, and they're all running on '66 technology. How is he going to even BEGIN replicating '76 technology if he completely missed out on learning about the '70 technology it's based on? By the time he's learned about '70 technology and is ready to face '76 technology, it's now '78.

Oh except another overlord who knows he's currently weak and fears what a threat he'll pose when he's strong again goes and crushes all his airships and now he falls behind five years again as he rebuilds AGAIN. And at this point Sir Pent is getting desperate, so he starts making stupid rushed mistakes in a scramble to gain some ground. (Stupid rushed mistakes like charging into Cherri Bomb's turf right after an extermination, or stupid rushed mistakes like aiming a giant cannon at Alastor just because he happens to be there.) And those stupid mistakes lose him more airships and set him back AGAIN.

It's an endless cycle. He lacks the resources to catch up with the latest developments; without the latest developments, he can't get the resources he needs.

History lesson! The fact that Sir Pent was a top overlord for so long was part luck and part momentum. When he died in 1888, he was THE first supervillain. In life he had no peers, and in death he had no peers. He was THE ONLY ONE who knew how to make the weapons of mass destruction he made. He was the ONLY human soul that could make a machine that could slaughter hundreds. The only ones stronger than him were fallen angels and proper demons (not souls who had died, but entities like Lucifer or Stolas) who had proper borderline-godly powers.

In 1933, the Radio Demon took out the power of a vast majority of those proper demons, and that's what buoyed Sir Pent up to being in a position where he could start conquering hell properly. Again, in '33, he was THE ONLY human soul who could do that. (Except, perhaps, Alastor himself, but he has no interest in claiming turf.) Other human souls began gaining power the way he had—both in the living world and in hell, there were people specifically following his example as a supervillain—but he was doing it first, and he was doing it with a lifetime (and afterlifetime) of experience. By the 60s, there were other human overlords around who'd gained some experience and were now just as good at him... but they didn't have his resources. He had a head start on them of decades. So all of them were the ones taking six months to make a weapon because he held all the supplies and personnel they needed to make the weapons. That's the primary reason he was ahead of them. Yeah, he's brilliant... but his overlord opponents are all brilliant too in different ways. The difference was, he's brilliant AND he had ten factories already.

(And it's worth remembering that he also had the Radio Demon, who's basically a walking tornado, on his side for fifteen years; so every once in a while one of Sir Pent's enemies would just have an entire facility mutilated by this dude. Not only is that a powerful weapon to be wielding, but who's gonna wanna go work for one of the guys that might be targeted by the Radio Demon?)

So! That's why Sir Pent fell behind and stayed behind. No heartbreak, and no curse. Just mathematics. Just resources. He stayed ahead because he came into hell with more resources than anyone else and stayed behind after Alastor reduced him to less resources than everyone else.

As for the "karma" section in the fic—not one single word of that scene reflects what's happening in hell in the slightest. Every single word of that scene reflects what's happening in Alastor's head. Fifty years after screwing over Sir P, he feels so miserable that he feels like he's being specifically punished. After seeing how massive and unintended the consequences of his actions are, he feels like he must be some kind of walking curse designed to torture Sir Pent.

On the one hand, seeing everything that's happened to himself and Sir P in the last fifty years and describing it as "karmic punishment/our assigned tortures in hell" is a reflection of how cataclysmically sublimely unhappy they both are. He's like, I'm so damn miserable it's GOTTA be divine punishment because nothing else could be this awful. On the other hand, it lets Alastor push some of the blame off of himself (because this REALLY IS all his fault!) and onto fate instead, like, oh, I couldn't have avoided this, it's our divine punishment. And if it's divine punishment, then there's nothing he can do to change it, is there? There's no point in trying. There's no need for him to say "I'm sorry" and try to make up for his mistakes. Because they aren't really his mistakes. He's just acting out some sort of karmic role. Right?

(And remember that a chapter earlier he was waxing poetic about how hell's not actually a bad place, really, he and Sir Pent deserve to be in hell together because it's the place they'll be happiest. :) :) :) Like, that's a direct contradiction to his "karma" theory. In both cases, neither scene is saying true things about the nature of hell—it's just Alastor's speculation based on how he currently feels.)

The logic fueling his "Sir Pent and I are each other's assigned punishments and there's nothing I can do about that but grin and bear it" is the same logic fueling his "dead sinners can't be redeemed, they had their chance in life and wasted it, now they're in hell forever" to Charlie in the pilot. The message behind both is the same: we can't and shouldn't be forgiven for our past mistakes; why bother trying to make up for them?

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Preening Time (Stolitz’ Fanfiction)

This is why I can’t never sleep early. Finally finished this fanfic I started writing weeks ago. Hope you’ll like the sillinesss.

Blitzo woke up just in time to find Stolas sitting at the very corner or the bed humming some unknown tune he didn’t know. They were staying in a hotel for the weekend, which was much fancier than a regular motel. Stolas had chosen this one not only because of the romantic atmosphere, but because both the bathtub and the bed were big enough for him to rest properly and have a good time with his partner.

Stolas was still humming his song, but he was also brushing the feathers of his head with a shinny, elegant brush. The first sunshines from the day reaching him from the window made his feathers look like they were shining, almost changing to a white color. Blitzo would never admit it, but the view of this overwhelmed him for how beautiful it was. Holding the urge to hold Stolas once again he crawled to the end of the bed in order to talk to him:

‘Hey, what are you doing now?’, Blitzo asked him bluntly.

‘Oh, Blitzy, awake already? I tried not to wake you up this early but I needed to preen my feathers’.

‘WTF is preening?’, Blitzo asked while yawning and stretching out.

‘Oh, right, you don’t do that yourself. Every couple of days I must clean and straighten up my feathers with a brush’.

‘Well, that’s weird, it seems annoying as f* to do it all the time.’

‘It’s not that bad...at least when you don’t have to do it all by yourself...usually a partner helps you to do it quicker as a sign of affection with her beak…’ Blitzo noticed Stolas suddenly making a sad face. ‘Not that I know how that feels though’.

‘Sooo, are you telling me that in almost 20 years you were together, didn’t you get preened by your wife, not even once? How pathetic!’

‘Yes, it is’.

Blitzo suddenly realized the sadness in Stolas’ voice. For one moment he thought about how lonely those years may have been for him: not receiving any affection from anyone, feeling always alone, unable to leave the arranged marriage in order to keep the throne and to be at his child’s side...that’s why Stolas was so clingy at him, asking him to kiss him and hug him so hastily, moaning with every caress he received from him like it was his first time experiencing love...and maybe it was. 

Blitzo acted as composed as possible before asking him:

‘Hey big bird, would you let me try brushing you instead?’

Stolas’ eyes widened in surprise at first, but then he put a very enthusiastic face that took Blitzo unguarded. ‘Would you do that for me?’ He asked.

‘Yeah, why not? I mean, don’t get it wrong, I just don’t have anything else to do inside this hotel room’, Blitzo answered, trying to hide his intentions of cheering Stolas up.

Stolas happily sat on the bed looking at Blitzo’s direction, offering him the brush. Blitzo took it and slowly started brushing Stolas’ head. His hands were shaking a little for getting flustered while looking at his face. Stolas was utterly smiling with closed eyes and making happy bird purring noises when his cheeks and chin were getting preened. He was so cute, and that was driving Blitzo nuts.

Stolas squirmed and giggled a little when his neck was being brushed, but he didn’t try to move away and instead was doing his best to stay still and enjoy the attention. When Blitzo moved on to his chest he started to moan a little. 

‘Ohh nope! Stop moaning or I’ll leave the room!’ Blitzo complained. 

‘But you’re so good at it, my dear Blitzy’, Stolas replied in a sexy voice.

‘You know what? Just look the opposite way! I’ll just preen your back now!’, Blitzo said while turning Stolas’ body around so he wouldn’t see him blushing out at the innuendo.

Blitzo then started brushing Stolas’ shoulders and arms, he could feel his body getting more and more relaxed from the soft strokes. However, when he started brushing his back he heard some giggles from Stolas and he was also arching his back at every stroke of the brush.

‘Hey, why are you squirming so much? I thought you were enjoying this’.

‘I am!’Stolas struggled to say with a clear voice. ‘It’s just that it feels a little funny, that’s all’.

Blitzo then brushed Stolas’ low back with a little more pressure, making him squirm and let out a little laugh.

‘Oh, I see what’s going on’, Blitzo said while showing an evil grin that Stolas was unable to see from behind, ‘You know what? This f*ing small brush works too slow for me, I’d rather use my claws instead!’

‘Huh? No Blitzy, just with the brush is ok! I…’ Blitzo suddenly raked his claws on Stolas’ back all the way down and wiggled his fingers when they reached his lower back. Stolas just jumped letting out a burst of giggles. ‘Blitzy, dohohohon’t do that!’

‘Why not? This is much more effective! Also, I’m bored!’. Blitzo started scratching Stolas’ sides, making him fall completely into the bed and curl up on himself.

  ‘Nohohohohoho! No my sides! It ticklehehes!’

‘I knew it! This is tickling you!’ Blitzo answered. ‘Ohh, this is going to be good…’. He then scratched Stolas’s ribs in an unbearably slow pace, looking for loose feathers, from the lower to the higher ribs, making him laugh harder and harder.

‘Ahahaha! Nohohoho! *hic* Nohohohot there! *hic*’. It seemed Stolas’s upper ribs were too ticklish for his own good.

‘Not there? Why not? Is this too much for you?’, Blitzo teased while suudenly pinching Stolas’ upper ribs, making him let out a high pitch hoot, followed by louder giggles. Blitzo was determined to have fun torturing his poor bird partner.

To be fair, Stolas wasn’t suffering or anything. He was kind of flustered and very squirmy, but he wasn’t really fighting back or begging Blitzo to stop. Blitzo was himself amazed that Stolas didn’t seem bothered at all, and his laugh sounded so genuine and happy it was really flustering him.

He tried to keep it together and proceeded to ‘preen’ his stomach. Stolas left out a belly laugh and tried to grab Blitzo’s hands while laying to one side of his body.

‘Ahahaha! Don’t scratch me like that! It’s too much!’

‘Aw, c’mon! Nothing is too much for you! You can’t also lie to me, you’re enjoying the attention!’, Blitzo said while squeezing Stolas’ hips. Stolas just hooted in laughter while getting closer to him, actually making Blitzo’s job much easier. When he stopped for a while allowing him to get some air Stolas looked at him with playful and smiling eyes, with a ‘I’m having fun’ expression. Blitzo tried not to blush at the sight.

‘Oh, I just forgot!’ Blitzo said, trying to snap out of the owl’s charming eyes, ‘I still need to work on those legs and hips!’. Stolas’ eyes widened when watching Blitzo wiggling his fingers over him with a mischievous smile, proceeding to show a wide smile that gave him away.

‘Nohohhohoho, please! I won’t be able to take it!’, Stolas said with a nervous laugher and half heartedly putting his hands in front of him.

‘Sorry, I must do it now! I don’t do half-assed work!’ Blitzo then holded one of Stolas’ legs and started scratching the inner thighs, and he literally jumped from the waist down. He grabbed the sheets trying to stay still while laughing loudly. Blitzo wasn’t only scratching his thighs, he also started digging his fingers on them, making him go crazy.

‘AHAHAHAHA *hoot*! HAHAHAHA *hoot*!! Plehehehehehease, it tihihihihihihickles so much!’

‘I know, isn’t that great?’, Blitzo replied, trying not to laugh at Stolas’ contagious laughter. ‘Now I can torture you like this any time I want!’ Then he held his leg tighter and scratched over and behind his knees, making him laugh so much his face was really red.

Blitzo did the same thing with his other leg, and tears started building up in  Stolas’ eyes. When he started to whine and wheeze constantly Blitzo knew he had to stop soon. ‘I was having so much fun though’, he said to himself.

‘Ok, just a quick whole body’s revision for good measure!’ Blitzo suddenly skittered his fingers all over Stolas’s body, making him squirm all over the bed while squealing with joy.

‘Plehehehehehease, I cahahahn’t take anymore! *hic* *hic* Enough!’

Blitzo finally stopped, letting him rest while laying in bed. It took a long time for Stolas to regain his composure, until he could calmly breathe and stop giggling.

‘Hey, you look so overjoyed after all that torture! I would have passed out a long time ago!’, Blitzo pointed out.

‘Hehehe, sorry, I was having so much fun right now.’ Stolas replied with a soft smile, ‘I had never been tickled like this before’.

‘Even as a child?’

‘No, I was always surrounded by nothing but adults when I was growing up. I didn’t spend time with other children nor played with anyone. My mother would sometimes hug me, but that was all’.

Blitzo again felt bad for him. Even when he belonged to royal family he barely got any attention or any touch from anyone his whole life. Not receiving any caring physical affection was painful, and he knew that too.

‘You know what, if you ever need me for another preening, I wouldn’t oppose the idea’, Blitzo said in a lower voice.

‘Really Blitzy? That would be lovely! I will let you know then!’ Stolas then hugged Blitzo’s waist while still laying down his stomach on the bed. ‘Can we stay little this for a little longer’, he whispered, becoming sleepy.

‘Alright, but at the moment I get hungry, I’m out this room’, Blitzo answered while laying down on a pillow making himself comfy.

‘I want to stay like this forever though’, Stolas said in a weak voice before falling asleep from exhaustion.

Blitzo made sure Stolas was completely out before starting to caress his head while staring at the ceiling.

‘You silly childlike owl prince…’

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Vs Cp2 - Trip off (draft teaser)

Roughly translated English fragment of  the beggining  of the second chapter im  writting in my Vaggie centred fanfic.

Characters: Angel Dust, Niffty, Vaggie. Alastor, Charlie (minor appearences)

- What horse crap is this! - Angel complained- the interhell (Internet) also exists down here for something, ya know? i never agreed to this.

-Come on, it's just hand out some papers, we're not asking much of you! - Vaggie answered by his side trying not to lose his composure .

a speeding car in a corner flew one of the papers on Angel’s face  and worse,  splashed him with  water from the drains. Vaggie evaded spatter receding, Niffty, who was also with them, jumped aside to grab the papers she was carrying so that they also did not fly away, evading the water by chance and lack of height.

The spider growled hysterically, taking out a paper from his face then curshing it in his hand

- This stinks ...

Niffty looked at him containing herself, although her legs and arms were shaking. Charlie had  friendely nag her several times when  she throw herself on top of any guest or hotel member to remove any small stain or crumbs that she noticed on  their clothes or body. Considering that, slowly the little cyclops took out a white handkerchief and asked calmly, almost shy .

- Oh, Angel, do you need me to clean you a little?

 - If you want, I don't think you do much with…. Hey wait!

Niffty had thrown herself on him and rubbed him frantically, causing the spider to barely stand  by the tickling. When Niffty reacted and stopped, Angel was as clean as before being splashed and Niffty's handkerchief was absolutely brown.

- Oh, I'm sorry - The little girl apologized.

Angel looked surprised and just ended up combing his hair a  bit.

-Mmm ... I can't complain about the results ... Thanks honey. - Angel rubbed the head of Niffty who smiled at her with all her teeth back satisfied with herself. Vaggie also smiled a little behind them, then cleared her voice.

- Well, let's continue with this, the sooner we finish with this pamphlets, tickets and lists, the better for everyone.

Angel eyerolled resignedly and followed.

The Organization for the meeting and presentation at the hotel continued. First Charlie and Alastor had dreamed big about making it open to everyone, but soon Vaggie made them realize that something so public could be too chaotic and uncomfortable. Something The Overlords that had agreed to go (Mainly Stolas, and other feathered ones, plus Lucifer) might find unpleasant. And annoying the "Nobility" of hell could not only cause things to fail, but that the people who attended were at risk of dying.

 So they had decided that the assistance will be based on limited tickets or quota lists that will be distributed to some key sites in the city for those interested. Alastor had insisted that they be tickets, pamphlets and conventional tickets, even if it was outdated, for several reasons. First because the digital media were influenced and monitored by the Overlord Vox, who could intrude on or sabotage anything  digitally published, even more being a rival of Alastor himself. When everyone commented that they could probably easily damage the papers they distributed as well, Alastor said that it would make the papers not so easy to break and that even if they discarded most of the papers distributed, then the people who would come would be the one really interested or as he remarked , "Desperate enough to come," and that he would make sure, that those who will sign the ticket lists really "would" come. Vaggie understood that as something related to his powers and his reputation as a deal maker, probably his powers would force the ones enrolled to attend. 

She was not 100% sure of any of this, or the way to attract public or the meeting itself, but without better ideas, she did not oppose. Again,  more than anything she did this for Charlie. After all, what was the great presentation they would make at the hotel? They honestly had no results yet to surprise anyone. But Charlie was already rehearsing a speech for presentations with Alastor, and she seemed to think she would do better than the first time in her presentation at the news station with Katie Killjoy. Vaggie supported her mainly for another reason, because Charlie would see her parents again, whose relationship had been deteriorating due to their absence for a long time now. Although Lilith had said to support that  her daughter had initiative with her idea of ​​the hotel. After giving them that old building, she had known little more about her or Lucifer.

On hard days and nights where things were not going well, and even Charlie's mood could not cope with everything, sometimes she realized that The Princess was hiding or leaving the hotel, only to find a corner where to call her mother secretly . And for a long time it seemed that most of the time Lilith seemed not to answer her and not return calls. Then, Charlie had to gather the little mood she had to at least console herself by leaving a presentable voice message to her mother, telling something that especially bothered her but always wanting to pretend that she would get over it anyway and that everything was going well. Before the Last time, when Vaggie asked, Charlie had even lied to her, pretending she had talked to her mother on the phone. She knew Charlie didn't do it with bad intention, I did it because I didn't want to feel weak and useless in revealing being ignored. She felt guilty for the rejection she felt. The last one had been even worse, she had listened to her, running the water to cover his sobs and trying unsuccessfully to leave a message, 2 or 3 times ... Until she broke and resigned. She had not been able to bear it and had entered the bathroom just to hug her, to repeat her tiressly "It's not your fault, You're not a failure." Seeing her like this broke her heart, so she understood how important this reunion would be at the party for her. She would have bet that Zaza would know what to say, to overcome and not suffer so much the shadow of her parents, if only Charlie knew her and grow fond of her.

Now, while that memory crossed her mind, Vaggie approached with the remaining tickets, lists and pamphlets near the bar "Los Condenados." In the following days she had not had the opportunity to go back to the bar, although Charlie had shown interest in meeting the place. Surely Zaza, Vic and company would agree to go to the meeting and behave. The Moth Demon approached the place, it was about 5 p.m. on the clock in hell. The Bar sign moved slightly as usual, but the site was silent and there was no one, it was closed. They should open only at dusk. She approached the door anyway, and ran under it some of her papers, optimistic. A voice behind her surprised her.

-¿Que Hacés?

The imposing and elongated figure of Maria was behind her, carrying market bags in 4 of her 6 arms, her long serpentine body stretching down the steps leading to the entrance.

-Oh. hola Maria-  Greeted Vaggie.

Maria watched her be, tilting her head aside for a moment, until finally recognizing her.

- Oh, it's you.- she said not very sure- Vic's friend, mmm ... Vac, Vig ...

- Vaggie ... - she clarified in a good mood.

- Yes, sorry. What are you doing here? We don't open until later. - Maria said in her neutral tone and straight to the point.

- Yes, I imagined, but hey, I thought maybe Zaza would be interested in giving some of these for me - Vaggie said approaching and offering her the pamphlest, having to stretch and make the Serpent  lean down to take it, seeing that her 4 lower arms were occupied with the bags.

Maria took a quick look. Vaggie offered help with a bag but the huge demon denied carefree, Vaggie continued explaining.

It is an event that we will do, nothing too big, but it will be a presentation of the project we have, and we will accept certain amount of  Invited Guest. Maybe they want to come, we have a good lobby and bar to hang out, it will be fun with Zaza and Vic there.

Maria smiled a little looking at the paper. Vaggie felt somewhat beaten when she felt a hint of irony in her smirk smile, but at least she wasn't laughing, throwing the papaers out or making fun of them like most places they were tyring to deliver the papers.

- Well, it will surely be something interesting, but I don't know how lucky you are with us. The Bar opens every day and Vic left the city again, I don't know for so long.

Vaggie couldn't help looking down with some discouragement.

-Oh ...

Maria encouraged her by speaking somewhat condescending.

- But fear not, I will accept some tickets  and that list. Zaza sure will leave them in sight, although I cannot assure you that our clientele  will be  interested in this.

- I would really appreciate that Maria, ��Muchas Gracias.

- No Hay de que. Zaza is also shopping for the bar,  Otherwise I would tell you to wait for her, she would love to see you. Let's see when you come with us again.

Vaggie appreciated the gesture of the imposing Bouncer. They shared a few more positive words before Vaggie said goodbye to the reserved Maria. A shame not to have shared a little more time in the bar, she really wish  for that today. Spreading the pamphlets, tickets and lists had been a challenge, and even a test of temper and redemption for the trio. Most sinful demons still gave a damn about the hotel and its cause. Some of them directly did not even let the pamphlets hang because in the proximity of their home or bussines, or they would use them as toilet paper. In some places where they were distributed, then they saw them flying through the streets almost minutes after leaving them there. It was frustrating, but Vaggie noticed something hopeful in all that boomer. While she was collecting thrown tickets, she saw people in the alleys, the poorest and most miserable ragged demons, take some of the thrown tickets. Hell was no place for weakness and perhaps the most miserable would be the most suitable to accept at the meeting, although perhaps they would have to be separated from the VIPS and only went  for food, what would be more redeeming than taking the most helpless demons ? She hated to admit it but Alastor was right about that of the most Desperate biting the hook.

Even going down the steps near the bar, Vaggie thought about where to start looking for her other two companions, she didn't see them for a long time when they separated. Surprisingly she found Niffty not far from where she was and apparently free of his papers.

-Niffty! - she smiled surprised - you have no papers left?

The last time she had seen her, Niffty had had the great idea of ​​using her small size and speed for, seeing that no one would take the papers from her hands even if she offered them to screams, just run around people without being noticed, and leave the tickets and pamphlets in their pockets, clothes, hair, ears, mouths, stick pamphlets on their backs without being noticed and things like that, although it had not always worked out well.

- Yeap!, Angel had a very good idea of ​​how to make demons take the tickets and  he already  gave all that I had left! Now he is with the rest.

Vaggie grimaced not very convinced, a "Oh No" was already ringing in her head, thinking what madness would  the spider had planned. And it would always be something worse than she could imagine.

In a corner of one of the main streets, wagging and lifting the short dress and flirting provocatively. A spider with long white hair and exquisite makeup was offering to those who passed, with a sign next to it that said "Take a ticket and have a sample of Angel Sugar" The Premise was simple, Angel had the tickets hidden in different parts of his body, and whoever wanted to touch for free had to accept one of the papers. The thing had gone very well since every pervert that happened to pass by did take one and most seemed to be complying with the premise, at least for now. Like Drag Queen, Angel was giving a pretty effective show, although he had to put some idiot in their place ...

- ANGEL WHAT THE FUCK? - Roared Vaggie clenching her teeth and with her eye on fire. The spider got distracted and turned. Niffty looked all innocent next to Vaggie.

- What Toots? is working, you told me we had to be witty, right? And I know what people want... - said the spider taking the fur that made up his colorful breasts.

. YOU'RE NOT GIVING TICKETS FOR A FUCKING CABARET!

 - Oh, quit yapping...

While Angel turned from his view to the street to talk to Vaggie, a colorful pink limousine parked behind him on the side of the street.

- ... Maybe if you showed a little sugar you would also do better, I could show you how ...

Before Angel could react, one of the car's   windows came down and one hand took an arm of the spider , immediately the car would start speeding dragging Angel with him.

- Angel! - Vaggie shouted helplessly, while the car accelerated down the street.

The Strong arm dragged Angel inside, in the sudden movement he finished with his wig covering his eyes.

-Hey! What the fuck is going on? - Angel exclaimed until he could finally tear off his wig and look around.

In front of him, with his intimidating face and looking angrily at him, he recognized his "Boss".

Valentino ... - he suddenly exclaimed calming his tone.

The Pimp only responded by frowning more, with his arms crossed.

- Hello Angie. - A sweet girly voice beside him exclaimed taking one of his arms

Angel opened his eyes wide.

Velvet? - He said after seeing the dark and cunning face of the smiling Overlord, immediately noticed his own voice and smiled -... dear ...

[vizowrites]

“We” vs “Me”| or “Why BlitzStrike Works So Well For Me But Stolitz [as of episode 6].....Doesn’t”

Alright my Loves, so I said that I was going to talk in further detail about my feelings regarding Stolas and the multi-layered portrayal of his relationship with Blitz in the new episode, and today’s the day where that happens!!  First of all, though, before I really get into my feelings about things, I want to just make it ABUNDANTLY clear that I’m not trying to sway anyone from one side to the other, or trying to shame anyone for shipping two fictional characters.  I’m fully in the boat that you are completely entitled to ship whoever you want, but I also think it’s wise to at least be able to recognize the faults and flaws in a pairing--and especially to be able to recognize them in the context of an IRL relationship.  In this analysis in particular, I’m specifically focusing on these two relationships within the realm of the Helluva Boss universe [......Hell] and within the specific context of their characters as they’ve been portrayed in the show thus far.  And, my biggest disclaimer of all: I’m doing this for no other reason than I felt like putting my jumbled thoughts together into a cohesive post so that they don’t have to stay bouncing and buzzing around in my head.  Please keep that in mind that this is just pure personal opinion and interpretation before anyone comes at me with torches and pitchforks.  <3 <3 

SO WITH THAT LONG ASS DISCLAIMER OUT OF THE WAY 

Let’s finally get to the good stuff.  And the not so good stuff.  :D

So I don’t think it’s a surprise to anyone who follows me here that I’m a huge BlitzStrike fan.  What I think fewer people know is that when I first entered the fandom a few months ago, I actually was on board the Stolitz train like so many others that I’ve met here in the fandom.  Naturally Stolitz was the first major pairing I was introduced to, and I did find both the characters of Blitz and Stolas incredibly interesting and compelling in their own rights AND saw the potential in how they could really come to grow into one hell of a relationshp over time.  I was honestly really excited to see it happen, too.  

And then I watched Episode 5 [still my favorite episode, btw] for the first time and had this sudden question hit me like a truck that even now is still relentlessly burning in the back of my mind because I still haven’t found a legitimate answer for it: Why in the FUCK wasn’t Blitz falling head-over-heels in attraction to Striker throughout this fucking episode??

And I don’t mean that in a “They’re so hot and I ship them now why didn’t they get together?? DX DX” kind of way--I mean that in the genuinely perplexed “I don’t understand based on what has been presented to me thus far about Blitz as a character and the storyline overall why he’s reacting so nonchalantly to this whole thing”.  To Note: This is me wondering this from the context of what’s in the show itself, not from any extra fan materials like the Instas or Twitter or just straight up knowing that the most likely answer is that there are people on the creative team that ship Stolitz really hard and realistically wouldn’t have probably written Blitz as being attracted to Striker because that would just be--to quote Jack Sparrow--blowing holes in their own ship.  No, this is me disregarding ALL of that and trying to rationalize this with myself from the perspective of a fan whose entire knowledge of the show and its characters comes exclusively from what’s in the episodes themselves.  .....And that’s where I just can’t find my answer, except for the Stolitz positive “He’s not attracted to Striker because he’s in love with Stolas” answer.  Which really doesn’t even feel like a satisfying answer, because the entire vibe I’ve gotten from Stolitz in the show has just felt.....strangely.....off.  Like, the framework is there and the elements are there, but I’d felt as though they had so far to go still that it would be entire SEASONS before they got there.    

And THEN the new episode [Episode 6] came out and I’d heard a handful of fans going crazy because the show was finally addressing Stolitz in full, and I thought to myself, “Well, maybe if the show really is going to go with saying that the reason Blitz wasn’t interested in Striker is because he’s in love with Stolas.....sure.  I’m curious to see how they finally establish it in an episode, especially since there’s only two more episodes left in the entire first season.”  And then I watched the episode.  And then it hit me why Stolitz just does not do a damn thing for me but BlitzStrike does despite the fact that we’ve had 4/6 episodes [5/7 if you count the Pilot] of Stolitz but only 1/6 [1/7] of potential--not even canonical--BlitzStrike:

When Striker talks about Blitz, or interacts with Blitz, he always talks about them as a “we”.  As a team.  A partnership.  OR he just straight up puts the entire focus on Blitz and his accomplishments and keeps himself out of it entirely.

When Stolas talks about Blitz, he always talks about them within the context of “me”--of himself--of what Blitz does or should do for him.  Even here in episode 6, in the most “selfless” instance we’ve seen yet, where he does ask about Blitz’s safety first BEFORE going right back into how Blitz’s actions affect him and what Blitz should be doing in response for him.  Stolas’s focus is always automatically set to himself--and even when it comes to the people he supposedly loves the most.  

To explain what I mean here, let me give some examples directly from the show itself, starting with the Stolas side of things: 

Episode 1

Blitz, in the middle of trying to hide so much that he actually clamps both of his hands over his mouth just to muffle the sound of his own breathing, knowing damn well that this psychotic bitch who already shot him once won’t hesitate to do it again if she finds him.....gets a call from Stolas.  Stolas, who we clearly see from his leisurely hang out time in his bubble bath, is literally watching this happen and is fully aware that calling Blitz right then was potentially putting him in danger. But what does he say when he gets Blitz on the phone?  He offers--not help--but Blitz the use of his book in exchange for monthly sex.  Stolas literally uses Blitz’s peril as leverage here--consciously or not, though given the fact that he knows the situation at hand, I’d find it very hard to argue that he didn’t do this on purpose--just to get him to agree to be his bootycall until further notice.  

Stolas not only doesn’t lift a finger to help Blitz once in all of this--even at the moment where he and Millie are about to be shot in the face--but instead continues to stay on the phone talking about all of the things he wants for their upcoming future rendezvous.  He already got exactly what he wanted out of this and he still just continues to go for more for himself.

Episode 2

.....There are honestly so many fucked up things that happen here as far as Stolas and his relationship with Blitz goes but honestly the thing I want to draw the MOST attention to is actually Stolas’s storyline with his daughter, Octavia.  I know it’s a little left field, but bear with me--this is actually something I want to use as comparison for Stolas’s relationship to Blitz as we go along:

When Stolas first decides that he’s going to take his daughter to Loo Loo Land, he does so while completey setting aside the fact that she doesn’t want to go.  He just offers her assurances that it’s going to be so much fun because he remembers that she loved it so much when she was a little girl--effectively putting his memory above her wishes even as she’s sitting right there and telling him that she doesn’t enjoy the idea of going now.  

Stolas doesn’t actually notice just how uncomfortable he’s making Octavia throuhought their entire trip by spending his time sexually harassing paying more attention to Blitz than he is trying to cheer her up.  This tells me that Stolas--though I do believe he genuinely wanted to do something to make her happy--still wasn’t able to completely overcome his own self-centered tendencies at first even when it’s for her.  And this is the person that Stolas loves more than anyone or anything else in the entire world. It still wasn’t enough.

It’s only when Octavia runs off and completely breaks down that Stolas finally gets the much needed slap-to-the-face of reality to understand just what he’s putting his daughter through--and, for the first time in the entire show, he actually puts someone else’s needs and well being above himself.  It’s the one solid honest display of love that we see from Stolas in the entire show--and it’s how we as the audience come to learn that that’s how Stolas shows that he loves someone: When he puts their needs above his own with no strings attached or expectations of something in return.  A true selfless act just because he loves them.  **Keep in mind the parallel of Stolas carrying Octavia out of Loo Loo Land at the end, and how it compares to Stolas carrying Blitz out of D.H.O.R.K.S headquarters.

Episode 5

The. Fucking. Cigarette.  I had no idea that something so small and quick would be able to infuriate me as much as it did, but the fact that Blitz used the post sex cigarette to free Stolas from his wrist bondage but then Stolas turned around and put the cigarette out on Blitz’s horn which is literally a part of Blitz’s body just.....honestly it sums up exactly what I’m trying to get across in this entire huge ass post: Stolas only ever thinks of himself first and anything pertaining to anyone else just doesn’t cross his mind at all unless you blatantly put it there in front of his face.  And the fact that he’s still at this point with Blitz all the way here in Episode 5 is not.....promising for their relationship.

The fact that Stolas literally cannot stop himself from calling Blitz “Blitzy” or talking to him in such a condescending way no matter how frustrated Blitz gets and how many times he asks him to stop.  I just--how is that supposed to be interpreted as someone talking to a person that they love?  There’s no respect or dignity given to Blitz at all on Stolas’s part, and the fact that it seems to be presented as a “Oh teehee it’s just their cute couple thing” is just.....I really, really don’t like that.  It also doesn’t match with the Stolas in the very next episode which I quite frankly think is because the creators have been listening to the feedback from fans and were like “We need to SHOW THEM that Stolas actually does speak to Blitz respectfully!!” but that’s just my personal opinion there and, also, it still didn’t happen.  

Episode 6 

Keeping in mind that THIS is finally the episode where we see Stolas actually save Blitz from danger and demonstrate even the slightest inclination towards his well-being.....I think that honestly makes the next few things here even more fucked up

First and foremost: “WE”.  The second after Stolas asks if Blitz is alright and gets the assurance that he is, he roughly grabs his cheek and points out that “If you get in trouble, I get in trouble!  WE don’t want that”.  The fact that this is the first time that Stolas ever talks about Blitz in the context of “we”--when really what he’s really saying is that him [Stolas] getting in trouble is going to be a bad thing for all of them--is just.....so, so disappointing.  At least with this I could hope that perhaps the idea here is that Stolas is genuinely afraid that if he gets in trouble, he won’t be able to protect Blitz from the undoubtedly much worse trouble that he would be in as an imp, but still.  The fact that Stolas immediately reverts back to his self-centered perspective so quickly after supposedly being so worried about Blitz’s wellbeing, really makes it seem as though it’s just his own ass that he’s trying to protect.  And that.....isn’t  exactly what I’d been expecting from “the episode that confirms Stolitz is canon” feedback I’d been hearing.

"Am I going to get ANY thank you for the rescue Bltizy?”  This for me was kind of what actually lead to me having this whole epiphany over Stolas’s selfish perspective in the first place.  I realized that even here--even when he’s just been the most “romantic” towards Blitz that he’s ever been in any previous episodes up until now [and yes this shift in his character was incredibly jarring for me because of that]--Stolas still goes right back to thinking about what he’s going to get out of this now that he knows Blitz is safe.  Let’s take this back to that thing I was saying about Episode 2 and comparing how Stolas rescued Octavia and how he rescues Blitz.  Obviously they’re going to be different because it’s Stolas’s daughter vs his hook up BUT just think about where the focus is for Stolas in both of these scenes.  With Octavia, Stolas is entirely focused on making things up to her--taking her to do something she wants to do--even if it’s something that he himself doesn’t fully understand or isn’t fully into.  That doesn’t matter though, because the entire point is that he’s doing something just for her.  It doesn’t have to be about him.  But now go back to the scene where Stolas is carrying Blitz out of the room.  What does he do?  Ask what Blitz is going to do for him.  That just takes the idea that this scene was a confirmation of their love and throws it right out the window.  Stolas--as we’ve been shown before--would never ask for something in return from someone that he actually loves.  

Now let’s take a look at the one and only episode we have of Striker and Blitz interacting together, with an honorary shout out at hallucination!Striker’s appearance in Episode 6: 

Episode 5: 

Striker knows Blitz’s name.....and he uses it.  He’s literally the ONLY other character that we’ve seen so far refer to Blitz as “Blitz” instead of “Blitzo” or “Blitzy” by someone who wasn’t a member of I.M.P..  Aka someone who wasn’t a member of Blitz’s family.  He shows Blitz respect at that basest level, and only builds on that from there going forward.

Striker first recognizes Blitz for being “the bold imp that started his own killin’ biz”.  Not his hotness, not his skills in the Harvest Moon games because at that point he hasn’t seen them yet.....but for his accomplishment in starting up his own successful business down in Hell.  He treats it as an accomplishment.  With the kind of respect that comes with acknowledging another person for their accomplishments.  Right there, within two seconds of meeting him, Striker demonstrates more respect for Blitz than Stolas has yet to do in the entire show.

The Harvest Moon Festival Games.  Now this is something I find fascinating to think about from Striker’s perspective in particular.  We as the audience are shown pretty early on that Striker has a strong desire to be the one who comes out on top.  He likes the idea of being superior and he openly relishes in the praise and attention he gets for being better than everybody else.  ....Except Blitz.  When they tie in the games, Striker doesn’t seem bothered with sharing the spotlight with him at all.  If anything, he--again--respects just how skilled Blitz is in rightfully earning his place beside him on the stage.  That, to me, is HUGE.  I’m not going to go so far as to say that Striker necessarily sees them as equals because I think that might be going a bit too far for his ego but he does still fully acknowledge that Blitz is in the same general class as him: that is to say, better than most.  Worthy of the same kind of acknowledgement and praise that Striker gets.  I literally can’t get over just how big of a thing that is for what we’ve been shown of Striker’s character, and I think it’s unfortunately something that’s incredibly easy to miss or gloss over. :(

And now--for what I personally think is the most significant thing of all--we have: “We”.  How many times does Striker suggest during that final scene between them that he really wants Blitz to join forces with him as equals?  He never demands that Blitz join up with him, he doesn’t threaten him into joining up with him--Striker barely even hurts Blitz at all during their fight scene compared to how he tried to straight up murder Moxxie--and, most of all, Striker continues to acknowledge that Blitz deserves better than his current arrangement with Stolas.  And he’s right.  But instead of putting it as “I’M right and this is why you should do this”, he always puts his focus on Blitz himself, or the two of them together as a partnership:  “You are so above sucking on a a digusting rich pompous Goetia” | “We could be the most dangerous beings in Hell, Blitz” | “You could partner up with me and klll the unkillable--starting with the one that treats you like a plaything”.  It’s just--I honestly can’t believe it’s taken me this long to put together why Striker appeals so much more to me as a romantic interest for Blitz, but really breaking it down episode by episode and comparing the differences in wording between Striker and Stolas’s dialogue when it comes to Blitz is just.....holy shit. 

Honorary ShoutOut of Episode 6: 

The fact that the only thing hallucination Striker has to say to him is “But you don’t want to do things alone Blitzo!” is really, really interesting to me in the fact that he’s.....not......wrong??  Like, To be fair, Striker, RoboFizz, and Verosika all spill their harsh truths, but the thing is.....Striker’s is markedly different in that his wording really isn’t harsh or aggressive at all the way the other two are.  He’s just kinda stating a fact in an overexaggerated way because tripping balls hallucination sequence.  It’s very interesting to me that that’s the worst that Blitz can imagine him to say--as well as the fact that halluci!Striker calls him “Blitzo”, which is really weird considering that Striker’s never called him “Blitzo” once in the entire show.  Makes me kinda wonder where that came from tbh. 

Alright so, in conclusion of this very long and rambly styie post: I want to take things back to where I started by reiterating that this is not me trying to convince anyone that BlitzStrike is “right” and Stolitz is “wrong”, or that you should stop shipping what you’re shipping in the fandom.  This was just me honestly getting way more excited than I should’ve been over having my “Eureka!” moment for realizing why this new episode didn’t put me back on the Stolitz train like it did for so many other people--and why, in fact, it actually made me think even more favorably of the idea of Blitz and Striker being together.  

Thanks for sticking around with me for this very long read, I hope you found it interesting, and I really really hope that it didn’t piss anyone off or rub too many people the wrong way.  Like I said at the beginning, ship who you want to ship!!  That’s part of the fun of being in a fandom.  I’m just hoping that this might help make it easier to understand at least one perspective on why Stolitz is seen as being so problematic as a ship [as of where they are right now].  

Here’s to seeing where things go from here!! 

[cookiem1996]

Once Upon a Dream: The Finale

AN: I know I said the second part was the last, but I couldn’t resist and I needed...some closure from it so to speak. Besides, the song isn’t over yet. What will happen now that Zelda knows Mary Wardwell is Lilith in disguise? 

                                    Zelda Phiona Spellman.

  That was the damn name that drove Madam Satan, the Dawn of Doom, Satan’s concubine, and Mother of Demons insane. Never in all of her time walking the Earth and Hell itself would she ever think a woman- let alone a witch would be the constant topic in her restless mind.

   Madam Satan had always been plotting. She plotted her next moves when it came to delivering Sabrina Spellman to the Dark Lord’s clutch, when it came to causing turmoil in the small town of Greendale, to find her way into the Spellman household, to seducing (whether sexual or not) the Spellman’s into trusting her. For her, it was a challenge, seducing the Spellman’s. They all had strong wills, especially the eldest.

    It filled her with glee that the dreams she bestowed upon the red-haired beauty affected her greatly. She was given such bliss to know that she could dig her claws into the strongest and eldest Spellman. Zelda was a tough nut to crack, but inside she was soft and filled with vulnerability. 

    Madam Satan would smirk to herself as she woke up from her slumber, brought back from the journey that had been the dreams of Zelda Spellman. She learned from the Dark Lord: the art of seduction and temptation. Stolas would get all the brunt of her gloating even in his stuffed condition.

     All was good and well, until the talk of Zelda and her dreams became...an obsession. Every day, Madam Satan would think about the dream, whether it be in her office while praying to the Dark Lord, grading papers, or while trying to usher the youngest Spellman into the Path of Night. Looking at Sabrina just reminded her of the eldest. During the most recent sessions with the young blonde, she would often find herself asking her about her aunt. This would surprise Sabrina, being met with a head tilt and an arch of a dark brow. 

     Surely, the young girl wasn’t suspicious. No, she would have no idea that the only thought running in the demoness’ mind was changing up the dream, ways to make it more exciting.

    Madam Satan was met one day with a red-faced Sabrina in her office. Her small fists were clenched and her jawline had been tight. She was attacked with fiery words and empty promises. 

    The young girl felt betrayed by her mentor. She knew all about her teacher’s identity. Madam Satan knew for a fact that Zelda had delivered that message to her. She could feel Zelda’s envy every time Sabrina would rely on Ms. Wardwell for her guidance. It probably made Zelda feel a lot better now that Sabrina was angry with the demoness and she would no longer reach out to her. 

    Madam Satan had to find a way to win Sabrina’s trust. The Dark Lord would not be pleased to know that Sabrina would once again stray away from the path. She told her she couldn’t tell her of her identity because she was being ‘hunted’. She wanted another chance to walk the Earth amongst fellow witches, to help Sabrina with her powers. She still pulled the card, the card involving keeping Edward’s ‘promise’ to protect Sabrina. 

    The teacher watched as the young witch left the office more puzzled than angry. It relieved her to know that at least the witch was thinking about it. She was so young and naive. Why then, did it affect her that she was manipulating these witches and that it would hurt them in the long run?

     Why did the lingering thought of hurting Zelda Spellman make this demoness’ heart squeeze? 

    She was now in her cabin, standing by the fireplace as she drank from a wineglass. She replayed today’s events: the meeting with Zelda in the woods and an angry Sabrina in her office. She reflected back on the hurt in both of their greenish eyes, mostly on the older one. 

      “Damn you...”, she murmured hoarsely as her blue eyes bored into the contents of her wineglass. “Damn you, Zelda Spellman. You won’t have me. I’ll have you I’ll have you uttering my name when you fall When the House of Spellman falls..”, she spat. 

      Her heart stopped when she heard a knock on the door. Who would be here at this hour? Did she gain back the trust of the young Spellman?

     What she wasn’t prepared for was the very woman who poisoned her mind. 

                                Zelda Phiona Spellman

                                        Mary Wardwell.

                                    Dammit, no, it’s Lilith.

            As she opened the great doors of the Spellman home, Zelda took a deep breath. Her mind was racing as was her heart. She couldn’t believe she just met face-to-face with the great Lilith herself. She was often revered as a Goddess to some. Zelda prayed to her and the Dark Lord every night-asking for guidance and feeling like a failure when she never got the sign she asked for.

         She didn’t trust her at all. She didn’t trust anyone who got all cozy with her niece and claimed she was keeping a promise-a promise she made to her late brother, Edward. There was something off about all this. Her guard was up now, especially when it came to her family. They were all she had left. 

         It drove Zelda insane that this woman was the one invading her dreams, making her feel so alive and so vulnerable. Zelda hated the vulnerability. She knew people would take advantage of that and in doing so, she would lose her family. 

         Zelda had to tell Sabrina. She couldn’t let her go down this shaky path. She had wanted her niece to follow the family footsteps-into the Path of Night, but not with Lilith guiding her. It surprised Zelda she couldn’t trust her. She was the right hand of the Dark Lord. Her family would be on the Dark Lord’s good side, the Spellman name would be a legacy, but why the secrecy? 

       Why did Madam Satan disguise herself as someone Sabrina would trust? Perhaps it had been because of Sabrina’s doubts? Even so, not only did she fabricate this great lie to Sabrina, but to the rest of the family as well. Zelda couldn’t help but feel threatened, it scared her. Still, she had to stand tall like a Spellman should, show no fear. She wouldn’t be overtaken by this wolf in sheep’s clothing. She felt, though, it was too late. She had been affected by this woman. She hated it.

         “Damn you, Lilith.”, Zelda spat under her breath after Sabrina stormed out of their home. “You won’t do this to my niece, or anyone else. I can’t let you.”

       Zelda shut her eyes trying to zone out that melody. It kept playing, a loop in her mind. She felt weary every time it would play. It brought her back to the woods, to this floating feeling-a feeling she wanted again. She felt liberated, felt so drawn to it and to her dancing partner. It was like dancing with the Devil, but it was Lilith. Dammit, she wanted to dance with her again, just one more time.

      No, she possibly couldn’t. She couldn’t let her have the satisfaction. Yet here she was, wanting that feeling back. Zelda perhaps really wasn’t satisfied with Father Blackwood and their...sessions. She wanted more.

     After her day, battling with herself and fuming after her discovery, not once did she think she would find herself at Madam Satan’s door. She didn’t think she would be brought inside and would be offered a drink. 

                             That was the last thing she needed.

        “What brings you here, my sweet, sweet Zelda?”, the demoness spoke up softly as she watched the witch take off her coat and gloves. 

      Zelda wasn’t able to tell if she was mocking her with that damn voice of hers. That voice always would stump people, making them think she was being inviting and kind. She was a force of nature, a dark being who was always plotting. This was a game to her and Zelda couldn’t let her win.

       “First of all, I am not your ‘Sweet Zelda’. Second of all, we’re here on business.”, Zelda replied sharply.

        Madam Satan’s lips curled up into an amused smirk. She sat down and nearly squirmed in her seat as she held the wine glass to her scarlet lips. She eyed the woman across from her like she wanted to eat her up. She loved a challenge, loved Zelda’s fire and hoped it would never go away.

       “Fair enough. Business you say? That sounds intriguing. I’m all ears.”

        Zelda’s red brows knitted as she observed the demoness. She hated how calm she was. This infuriated her greatly and she wanted to wipe that smirk off her lips. She took a sip of the wine, wishing it was a stronger wine. This one was a pink moscato, a bit sweet for her liking, but alas it was a drink.

      “I want to know what you intend to do with my niece. What are your orders from the Dark Lord?”

       Madam Satan sucked in some unnecessary air as she listened to her question. That question was so boring. She wanted her to question some more about her dream, what were her ideas behind it, what more she could do with them. She wanted her cheeks to redden, her greenish-blues to wander away with modesty, and those red lips to be bitten. She loved fiery, protective Zelda, but she also liked the Zelda that couldn’t gather herself. She liked when she caught her tongue (wished it was physically) and that look in her eyes that read, ‘take me now’. 

      Before she spoke, Madam Satan rolled her eyes and downed the rest of her glass. “I’m sure you know any orders from the Dark Lord are confidential.”, she replied. “Also, I think you can figure it out. I don’t expect to test your intelligence. I know how wise you are.”

        “Don’t play that game with me. Your flattery will get you no where. I am confident of my knowledge, I don’t need to be told a thing, especially when it comes to any threats against my family. If I am guessing this right, the Dark Lord wants Sabrina, with what I intend to find out. It may be her powers, her loyalty...”

       “Her loyalty? You and I both know very well she chose to sign her name in the book. Do you...doubt her loyalty to the Path of Night?”, Madam Satan interrupted. 

     Madam Satan knew what she was doing. She knew Sabrina’s struggle with her duality, but she wanted to hear it from Zelda Spellman, the most prideful of them all. She liked to watch her struggle even if she had this ‘game face’. 

     Zelda nearly leaned forward in her seat as she spoke to her. She tried to be respectful toward this deity, but couldn’t help but bring out her ‘Mama Bear’ attitude around her.

     “Sabrina has accepted this into her life, but she’s young. There are times when she questions things.”

      “You know though she can’t let go of her mortal life. That’s my job, to guide her. I am not your enemy, Zelda. I know how it is to protect your children. I have...many of them. She may not be your child, but you raised her.”

        Madam Satan had her point. Zelda couldn’t deny that. She wondered if she had any hardships like her though. It didn’t seem like she saw her offspring often.

                 “I did, which is why I often blame myself.”

    Both of them were surprised with this statement. Zelda never thought she would admit it, at least out loud. Why would she do that? This was someone she was just seeing as a threat. There was just something about her. She pulled this out of her somehow, someway. Zelda hoped it wasn’t a spell, but she would be able to tell. She had fallen victim to a truth spell a long time ago. Madam Satan seemed quite shocked at this as well. If only Zelda could take it back...

      “You blame yourself? For what, a teenager who’s curious about the world around her? You raising her has not a thing to do with her ideals.”

      So she was defending her? Hell, she was helping Sabrina rebel! What was this mess?

         “It’s not that. I feel...I pushed too much on her and perhaps, that’s why she strays at times.”

        It’s like Zelda couldn’t stop. This woman had this effect on her. She felt like she could tell her anything, but why?

    Madam Satan sat back listening profoundly. She watched the wide range of emotions on the eldest Spellman’s face, not helping to feel...pity? Sympathy? The demoness of Hell couldnt possibly be feeling such things. She had planned to use Zelda to get closer to her goal. She was digging herself deeper wanting to hear her more.

    “That’s foolish. If anything, I say Sabrina learned from the best. I don’t think you trying to steer her in the right direction has anything to do with her ‘rebelling’ so to speak. I find it’s best to listen to her. You may get better results connecting.”

    Zelda rose a brow at this. She was getting advice from the Mother of Demons? She made very good points and she found herself thinking about it. It wasn’t just that; she was taking the time of day to listen to her. This was Lilith, she could be busy doing other things. 

     “That child would not listen to me even if her life depended on it.”

    That’s why a part of her envied Hilda. Sabrina primarily went to her when it came to certain things. That moment when she went to Zelda after her and Harvey broke up, Zelda got a glimpse of how it was like to be there for Sabrina when she was emotionally torn. She really felt connected with Sabrina. 

       “I suppose I should be a little more...sensitive with her. She just grows up so fast it’s hard to keep up with her. More and more each day she grows just as stubborn as Edward.”, Zelda added. 

        Madam Satan cracked a beguiled smile. She shook her head and snickered, which caused Zelda’s expression to change into utter confusion. She was being open and all she could do was be amused by it. It was to be expected she supposed.

       “I don’t think she gets that from him...”, Madam Satan trailed off as she stood up and lifted her fair chin, making her look into her icy blue eyes. “I think she gets that from you.”

         Zelda nearly gasped when she lifted her chin. Her eyes couldn’t look away. She was glued there as if under a spell. She narrowed her eyes as she fought back a smirk.

                             “Is that so?”, Zelda dared to ask

          Madam Satan nodded as her eyes roamed to Zelda’s red lips. She wanted to taste those so bad. This woman did things to her, it scared her. The fact that she came to her cabin, during the witching hour, looking like she was on a mission made her squirm. She couldn’t help but find the woman so alluring. Normally, Zelda had been more concealed with her outfits, but this dress she was wearing was not helping the demoness either. 

       Zelda had been fashioning this green dress with a plunging neckline, but still had this cute vintage twist to it with her skirt. Madam Satan had been in awe of the woman, now frozen as she stared her down taking a good look at her now. She had been too busy staring to notice the other woman was taking her in as well, but was a bit more discreet about it. Lilith always wore these provocative outfits-nearly screaming for attention (at least that’s what Zelda thought). Her favorite was this red dress she was currently wearing, it just outlined her curves so perfectly. 

      After moments of silence, the witch cleared her throat to capture Lilith’s attention. 

      “I should be headed home. I shant worry the others. My sister should be home soon from that awful place she calls a job.”

     As the red-haired beauty stood and began to walk past the demoness, her arm was held captive by the demoness’ claws. Zelda stood still wondering what would come next. Her heart raced as they stood there for a bit before the brunette leaned close against her ear. She had no idea (or who knows maybe she did) that it made Zelda writhe when one whispered into her ear like that.

      “A shame. I was hoping for at least one more dance. You and I both know we enjoy it; when our bodies our close...”

        At this, she turned Zelda slightly so she faced her and brought her close. She could feel Zelda’s heart race against her chest at this. Their foreheads nearly touch and she could feel Zelda’s quickened breath against her lips.

       “When we hear that melody as we spin and the heat from our bodies emanate against each other. Just the closeness...”, the demoness continued as she twirled her. 

      At that, Zelda swore she heard the melody play and a voice in her mind sing those words that haunted her mind. It made her want to sing, but she was taking this all in. Why was she letting this happen again? Was it wrong?

                 I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream. 

             I know you, the gleam in your eyes is so familiar a gleam.

            And I know it’s true, that visions are seldom all they seem.

         But if I know you, I know what you’ll do, you’ll love me at once the way you did once upon a dream.

       Once again, Zelda was brought into that dip. Zelda found it so intriguing when this powerful demon would stare down at her with what it seemed to be adoration. Madam Satan would scan her eyes from her bosom to her eyes each time taking her in gradually. There was more to see with this dress now, her cleavage looking so inviting as if they needed to be touched with her scorching red lips. Zelda’s complexion reddened as she watched the demoness lick her matching lips.

      She was brought up back against her slowly. Zelda’s eyes roamed to her lips, brows furrowing, chest heaving, and lips parting as if words wanted to come out, but nothing came out. Madam Satan realized this, knowing what words she wanted to say. At this, she simply replied to Zelda’s silent plea, crushing her wanting lips against hers. 

      Both let out a sigh of relief in the kiss as the golden-red haired witch grabbed a fistful of brown curls and parted her lips in their shared exchange. Nothing prepared Zelda or Madam Satan for this. Both were under a spell.

      Both thought one of them cast it. The only spell cast was the dream, the rest of it played out. 

      They fell apart in that living room. They left items of clothing behind them as they traveled and marveled at each other on the way.

       Let’s just say, it was a fun adventure for Zelda to find them the next morning. Flustered, she found herself leaving the cabin in a rush to the Spellman household, hoping to avoid the ‘where were you’ conversation at the breakfast table.

       Madam Satan watched Zelda walking at a fast pace in the woods from her window, placing a hand on the glass with a small grin it seemed. She seduced the eldest Spellman, her mission going smoothly it seemed, but she never thought she would end up wondering when she would see her again. 

       “This evening.”, Zelda told her earlier while shuffling about for her clothes. “The manor. Dinner.”

         There she would be. She couldn’t miss it. Not for the world.