#blitzs

[xluciifer]

⸺ ❝ Ya know, Blitz. I know I often than not give ya a hard time but I'm feeling rather on my high game recently. And, I never told you that I rather appreciated your service a while back for me. For an imp, a sinner, you ain't too bad. I don't fully regret taking ya in as a bodyguard. ❞

@blitzs

[exorcisticlute-archive]

Closed thread with || @blitzs

It has been a couple of months ever since Lute has fallen from heaven. It was rough and a hard decision despite what happened between her and Sera. The last extermination destroyed her with Adam dying in her arms. The flashbacks still remain vivid in her head like it just happened yesterday. Being in hell she had to find something to do. Something she was good at which was killing and it was hard to find that line of work in hell that was decent and had values.

Upon walking around she saw flyers and billboards about a local company known as IMP. It seemed like a killing business where they go to the living realm to kill off humans. Different than sinners she will admit. With interest she read the poorly written address and headed to their headquarters.

The building seemed to be decaying by the hours as it was run down with cracks and unattended parking lot with potholes and faded parking lines. Walking into the building she took the elevator up to the top floor and approached the door to IMP.

“Well it’s now or never…”

The fallen angel grunted to herself turning the doorknob and walking inside as she looked around to see if she could spot an associate.

“Hello?”

[rollinpinwheel]

I couldn't find these in my tags so here are a bunch of art responses to the height meme [I'm always accepting height comparisons, Pinwheel is 6'-]

[blitzbuckz]

" Good Enough "

[calebron]

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 ❤ -- @blitzs

" Nice jacket, I dig your style ~ " Not everyday he met an Imp that actually had a sense of style and the means to make it look good.

[villainesstm]

@blitzs / cont. ♠

He one of those types : the ones who want to appear smarter than they actually are to buy themselves time, and who always want to get the last word in. Lashes blink, seemingly unperturbed by his playground taunt.

❝ now would be preferable, ❞ Stella speaks with a lighter tone to the hound with the wagging docked tail, ingoring the imp as a breath leaves her ; one that she wasn't aware she was holding in. Must she do everything to keep the family reputation from being reduced to pulpy remains when even the smallest threat is able to squirm their way in?

❝ and i'll deal with you, later. ❞ Chilled eyes surveyed the imp with annoyance before the guards are dismissed with a wave of her fingers, her occupied hand swirling the remains in her wine glass before departing from the trio.

This should be an entertaining end to her party.

[fizziefactory]

Giddyup @blitzs

[pomniegranate]

🎪 𝕎𝔼𝕃ℂ𝕆𝕄𝔼 𝕋𝕆 ℍ𝔼𝕃𝕃⸺ @blitzs

Her head was spinning and grogginess took over her senses completely; she felt as if she just got hit by a freight train. She'd give anything to make the sensation stop. Slowly, she allowed her gaze to peer open and ... she didn't recognize anything. Pomni found herself on the ground and lifted herself to her elbows, glancing at the scenery.

Where... am I? I was just at the office... I put on a headset and...

She shifted her weight into one arm to hold her head of the lingering pain. Her train of thought abruptly stopped once a piece of paper had flown and smacked her directly in the face, startling her. She peeled it off to analyze; a poorly drawn picture was on it with some terrible chicken scratch and misspellings.

I.M.P, the jester couldn't really make much else out of it. Was this a clue? A part of the game she was in? She couldn't really make sense of it. And just as she stood to figure out more, clinging to the paper in hand, a man had bumped into her, causing her to fall right back down to where she originally sat.

⸺ ❝ Oww... ❞ was all she could muster out.

[jizzlords]

@blitzs asked: "kiss me sloppy style, coward" / unprompted, always accepting.

So forward, some individuals. Others were forward but with some kickback. The way some individuals would make eyes the size of saucers if they witnessed someone talk to Asmodeus that way.

Only, Asmodeus is with more private company: the assassin sitting across from him. And between Blitzø and him, that sounded an awful lot like a challenge. And Asmodeus doesn't shy easy, definitely not challenges! Instead, he much prefers to put on shows. ❝ Coward? Pfft. Baby, I don't think you realize... ❞

With that brute force of Blitzø's way of speaking, Asmodeus shrugs off his warning. Deadly Sin is smiling? ❝ All right. If that's how you want it then, ❞ A little magic is used, cyan smoke is cool against Blitzø's tail as it brings spade closer to Ozzie's hand which — upon reaching it — firmly takes hold of assassin's tail and coils it around long, thick fingers to drag him a little closer from over the table.

There, he's taking Blitzø's jaw and pulling him in only to meet him halfway and seal it with a kiss. One chaste kiss quickly turns into two hungry ones quickly turns to four sloppy, greedy ones. As Blitzø so graciously requested!

[zestials]

starter call from x.

it's not an uncommon occurrence in hell , the age old act of murder has been around since cain --- what's peculiar is imps within the pride ring running it. he'd caught wind from flyers & questionable newspaper clippings of the service ( & bits & pieces of a commercial jingle that he actually found surprisingly pleasant. ) zestial flourished where he could not leave ; but extending his reach to earth to ensure his iron - clad hold of fear remained in tact could prove to be fruitful in more ways than one. the least he could do is scope it out himself , he's never been fond of calling ; besides , there's always pleasure to be had in showing his face ! the overlord revels in the attention , the heightened pace , the quickening of beating hearts & strangled yelps. he doesn't need to lift a finger to garner such a reaction , there is power in itself there.

the halls of the building fall eerily quiet as shadows envelope , prying eyes peer from behind blinds as he passes like a horrific specter. he stills in-front of the door marked IMP & knocks once before entering with a duck of his head. zestial's quick to take stock of the room , slithering closer to the empty desk. " i know that someone doth linger here. " an amused coo that echoes with the timbre of his voice , " @blitzs, was it ? "

[xluciifer]

GOOD MORNING SINNERS. I ONLY SLEPT 3-4 HOURS BECAUSE I WAS ENJOYING TALKING ABOUT A CRACK SHIP WITH A FRIEND.

BUT LOOK AT MY NEW ICON, THANK YOU @gethellbcnt FOR MAKING IT FOR ME BECAUSE THERE WASN'T A LUCIFER ONE and now I can match with @blitzs ❤️

[helluvaflames]

@blitzs

his tail is wagging at an almost alarming rate behind him, thumping against the nearest piece of furniture. even if his tail weren't a dead giveaway, he couldn't hide the smile on his face as she peppered him with kisses.

She couldn't help herself, he was being way too cute right now. The excitement with his tail was enough to make her giggle a bit. Glad that he was enjoying himself. "Well, sir-." Millie pauses. Giving him a bit of a smile. "Was that everything you hoped for?"

[rollinpinwheel]

@blitzs || cont. from [x]

Blitzø wasn't making much headway getting the robot off of his leg, the machinery within way too heavy to simply kick away. However, at the imp's words, it stared at him for a brief second or two, before letting go of the limb, head remaining on the ground as it spits out whatever blood had spilled into his mouth.

❃ "No-no? I'm trrrrrying to bite your leg off. You're really coming down on me here, always expecting the worst. Satan it's kinda tiring hoooonestly."

[voxxisms]

oop 🫢

❛ don't worry too much about that middle - bottom one. it's a little person - particular. we can go out, have a drink on me. ❜

[madefate]

B4B (blitz4blitz). a match made in hell! (for funsies lol)

❝ How the hell could I say no to this ?? Hot, has correct opinions about horses, doesn't complain when I drive - can't think of anything better ! ❞

[hclluvahctel-aa]

What're u gonna do about them tiddies, huh