"Ain't Asking For Much, Are You?" Blitz Asked With A Dry Laugh, Closing His Eyes And Pressing A Hand

"Ain't asking for much, are you?" Blitz asked with a dry laugh, closing his eyes and pressing a hand against his forehead. "Fuck. Something that scares the Goetia?" Even asking it felt wrong somehow, like he was somehow betraying Stolas--but Stolas wouldn't want this. Stolas wouldn't want powerful Goetia to go against relatively helpless Goetia, would he? He was better than that. Stolas was kinder than that, more compassionate--

And then there was Vepar, Blitz realized. He stood up straight, adjusting his hold on the phone. "Actually, I know someone who can help... and I think I got somethin' that might do you some fucking good. It's this," he dropped his voice, glancing around to be sure there wasn't anybody listening, but the street Blitz was on was very, very quiet in comparison to what it sounded like was happening in the background of Striker's call, "this amulet. It protects the wearer against any kind of demonic attack. I just figured out that a demon can put it on--but here's the fucking catch. While it'll protect you, and you can put it on? Once it's on, you can't take it off. someone else has to.

"I know a Goetia, one who's--well, no, he is a complete psycho, but he's still in good with the rest of them, and he doesn't have a problem with us. Let me talk to him, see if he can take it to you. Whatever shit is going on, he should be able to get through it, through any wards or whatever, to find you.

"As long as you're goddamn alive to be found." His hand tightened around the phone again, making it creak. "So tell me, Striker, that you'll be alive. I don't want to lose another friend. Not today. Not when I just got you back."

Striker’s voice was cold and bitter.

“Lucifer? Lovin’ us? Blitz, I highly doubt that. The way he’s been runnin’ things, treatin’ the Hellborn like we’re nothin’ more than dirt, don’t exactly scream love to me. But I’ll tell ya this—things would be better if Princess Charlotte took his place. She’s got more sense and heart than he’s ever shown.”

He paused, his voice thickening with the weight of old scars.

“This ain’t the first time a Goetia took away someone I loved. I was married once, had a kid. My boy, Jackson, was only seven. A Goetia bastard wanted our land to build some fancy country house, and I wouldn’t give it to him. So he set fire to our home. Made sure I was there to watch them burn… my wife, my son. Gone, all ‘cause I stood in his way.”

There was a heavy silence before Striker’s tone sharpened again.

“If you really wanna help, Blitz, I need leverage. Find somethin’ those bastards care about, somethin’ so important they’d do anythin’ to get it back. Or someone they’re scared of. Paimon, Lucifer—don’t matter which. Somethin’ to turn this whole damn game upside down.”

Placing bets for the release of the new episodes:

October 19 November 16 December 21 ...but i hope they come sooner than that. Please, can we have the new episode tomorrow? Pretty please with sugar on top?

stolas tugging the disguise down to hide blitz better. blitz holding stolas in his lap. stolas peering up at blitz from the couch looking so fucking sad. blitz's little "go on" wave when stolas automatically looks to him for permission to go dance. it's about the familiarity despite the hurt. it's about loving someone and being angry with them but being unwilling to let either overrule the other. it's about being unable to stop caring even if it might be easier on both of you. i am sobbing facedown on the floor

Blitz probably should have been paying attention to his surroundings. He hadn't been at all reassured by Vaggie being a lesbian, because lesbians were excellent people who also made incredibly badass warriors. When he saw that she really wasn't making any effort to keep Angel against his will, or prevent him from having company though, Blitz had given her a sudden grin and a nod before going off with him to his room. And his room, his room would tell Blitz so much about Angel, if he just looked...

But he was completely in-fucking-capable of looking, because there was a tiny little pig there. Screw Angel, Blitz was in love. He immediately crouched down, slinging the shotgun over his back, and hunched as much as he could to be on the piggie's level.

"Hey there, little fella!" Blitz said, his heart already melting, his plan forgotten, his romantic feelings abandoned. The only thing that mattered right now was this precious little piglet. Already purring, tail already hinting at swishing, Blitz held out a bare hand to let the little guy sniff it. Hellpigs were cute, fuck, they were so fucking cute, but they were also every bit as smart as Earth-pigs, from what Blitz understood, if not smarter. They couldn't be expected to just be okay with everyone around them. They had personalities, thoughts, emotions, and he didn't want to bulldoze over the little guy. Giving him time to sniff, time to decide how to react to the imp? That felt like the best way to go. Voice warm and gentle, smiling, Blitz added, "My name's Blitz. I'm here to try and woo your dad. But I'd like to be your friend, if you're up for that."

A week. A week. An entire fucking week. Angel was a lot of things, but patient was certainly not on that list. He didn't really understand why they would even need a week to process things, when they were kissing and confessing and being absolutely vulnerable with each other. The feelings were clearly there, weren't they? Unless him being so vulnerable had scared the imp away. That could absolutely be the case. Angel Dust knew he could come on too strong.

But, begrudgingly, he had agreed. And it was the longest week of his fucking afterlife. He'd been working ridiculous hours, Valentino trying to keep him away from the hotel as much as possible. He had a feeling that Val knew that Angel was seeing someone - Vox had cameras all over Pentagram City. But he worked through the drugged up, poisoned stupor, coming home and curling up and sleeping knowing that it was one day closer.

Though the closer that the day got, the less excited, and the more anxious he got. They hadn't even discussed anything like a meeting place. Were they going to have a phone call? A video chat? Should he go to the I.M.P. office and try to meet Blitz there? His mind was spinning a million miles a minute, and he didn't even have drugs to numb out his thoughts. Val's poison didn't count - he was trying so hard to be sober, but that was out of his control.

Then the day finally arrived and.....nothing happened. No text, no phone call, no Imp Charming come to sweep him off his feet. Angel had even dressed rather cute for the occasion, wanting to make a good impression. He was starting to think he had been ghosted. It would make sense, honestly. Blitz had probably just been being polite, and decided he needed a week to break it off before it even begun. He probably wouldn't be able to handle dating a literal sex worker with mountains of baggage.

His knees had been drawn to his chest, Fat Nuggets trying to nuzzle him, when he had heard the commotion downstairs. Heard Vaggie yelling his name. He blinked, pushing himself off the bed and heading down from his room, stopping halfway down the stairs as his eyes lit up. "Blitz." Before narrowing slightly with worry, seeing the weapons drawn towards each other. "....are yeh' fuckin'...f' Satan's sake..."

He moved over to the imp, heels clicking across the lobby floor, before he smiled and tossed an arm around Vaggie's shoulders, the fallen angel shooting him a completely exhausted look. "Vaggie, babe, this is Blitz. Blitz, this is Vaggie. Yeh' don't got t' worry about her, she's a lesbian." He laughed, giving the Latina a squeeze before smiling softly at Blitz. "Yeh'....wanna go talk in my room? It's a bit more private."

Vaggie rolled her eyes, Angel holding his upper hands up in defense. "Calm down, Vag! It ain't like that. Yet." He smirked, before nodding towards Blitz. He wanted to take his hand, desperately, but he also didn't want to do anything until they talked. Didn't want to get his hopes up. So instead he is simply shooting a grin over his shoulder at the shorter man. "Come on, my room ain't too far down th' hall." He would be running there if it didn't make him look desperate, though he certainly got there quick, to the door covered in polaroids of him with people he loved. Blitz was definitely up there.

Pushing the door open to reveal the most absolutely Angel Dust coded room ever. Bright neons and purples. Lots of fluff and fur. Giant posters of himself from past performances, posters of Valentino, more polaroids, a huge heart vanity in the corner, and - "Nuggies!" Angel laughed, scooping up the Hellpig and nuzzling into him, before kicking the door closed behind the imp once he entered. "Nuggets, this is Blitz." He nodded, setting the pig down again, watching him saunter over to circle the other's feet, sniffing and investigating.

A storm of kisses falls upon Blitzø, soft and feather-light at first. Slowly, with each one, they become more insistent, lingering, and warm against the imp's skin. Stolas presses closer with a soft hum, nuzzling against his favored fiend briefly before interrupting him completely and capturing him in a desperate kiss.

At first, Blitz had just snorted and batted at Stolas, with all of those little kisses. But as they got in the way of anything else, he tossed his phone aside and turned his face towards his bird, just letting him do it. Blitz closed his eyes and started purring, letting himself enjoy this...

Until the flavor of the kisses seemed to change. The way Stolas held him, the way he kissed, the depth of the kiss, the need--there was no way Blitz's body and spirit weren't going to respond to that. For a stunned moment, he just let Stolas do it, let Stolas kiss him like there was no tomorrow. But then, abruptly, a switch flipped in Blitz and he rolled them both, pinning Stolas under him on the bed. Straddling him, knees pressed in snugly against Stolas's sides, he grabbed his arms and pinned them, then started kissing him all over again. Desperate, because maybe Stolas was right. Tomorrow wasn't fucking promised. At least, not for an imp. So he kissed him tonight, with every ounce of passion he possessed, kissing and kissing and kissing him, holding him down--trying to show Stolas that he was wanted. That Stolas never had to beg to hold him, or plead for attention, ever again. Blitz wanted him and was finally, finally, here to fucking try and show him that.

"Stolas," he whispered finally, his lips near Stolas's ear, but not against it; he always worried about how delicate Stolas's hearing might be. "Listen to me. Right now. You need to know this.

"You're fucking sexy. "You're beautiful. "You're funny. "You're ridiculous. "You're just like, really fucking tall, and sometimes kind of a dweeb. And you're perfect. Okay? You," he lifted his head up enough to take Stolas by the chin and meet his eyes, "you are perfect. And anyone who thinks otherwise is a fucking idiot asshole pussy. "And one more thing. While we're talking about what the fuck you are. You?" He caressed his chin with a claw, his soft and sweet expression suddenly turning to mischief, "are mine, birdie."

At the mention of cigars, Vox had quite noticeably brightened, his smile turning from something practiced into something relieved. That was the kind of bribe he was used to, that was safe territory. He had been just about to accept, as he settled in next to her, when he noticed the way she was looking at him...

And he looked over his shoulder.

No one there. At least, no one that seemed to be involved.

Confused, he looked back at Visage--

Still looking at him.

Like that.

Vox loosened his bowtie ever so slightly, cleared his throat, and sat up a bit straighter. He could do this. Sure, she got his name right, but she probably didn't understand which of the Vees was which. Valentino always came home with stories of how people threw themselves at him, and so far, this lined up perfectly with one of those.

"You know, I would love to take you up on a cigar, but the smoke might ruin the flavor of the wine," he said, trying to sound casual, trying to look casual despite sitting a little too stiffly, having realized he was a little too close. "So! Why don't you tell me a bit about yourself, and what we're doing here tonight? I can see that you have a highly successful operation, and your staff are clearly more satisfied than average. I'm intrigued.

"What are you doing differently--

"And what do you want from me?"

Business. This was strictly business. He wasn't going to let himself notice how her clothing seemed to barely be hanging on for dear life, because if he noticed that, he might wonder what her neck would smell like were he to lean in to place kisses along her collarbone, and that was not an appropriate response for a business meeting. He wasn't Valentino. Fuck, she--she knew he wasn't Valentino, didn't she?

"I'm surprised you didn't go to Valentino, actually. A place as--sensual as this. It would be right up his alley."

The lupine woman was all smiles as the other Overlord approached, all too eager to accept the rarefied gift. "My-my, a man of taste and culture! Ooo la la. You're too kind, Vox. Truly. Everything's going swimmingly, as you can see. Plenty of happy patrons every which way y'look." The mention by name would leave no further room for doubt--the invitation was for him and him alone. Visage motioned to the empty space beside her within the circular booth that was richly upholstered in expensive-looking deep amethyst leather. "Please, make yourself good and comfy! I can get some glasses brought for the wine and maybe some other ... 'accoutrements' to make your stay more enjoyable. You smoke? I've got a lovely lil' stash of freshly-rolled cigars imported from Greed." The she-wolf made a fine show of lounging comfortably in her seat, a sultry heat in her gaze beckoning for more than just his company beside her. Was it a foregone conclusion to assume that anyone so deeply associated with someone like Valentino, of all people, would favor a bolder approach...? As pretty and charming as she was sure the moth could be, when it suited him ... Visage was inclined to believe that whatever he could do, she could offer the Television Demon tenfold.