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The concept of “policing one’s brass” should have been a natural one for Blitz. “Leave nothing but footprints, take nothing but lives and your goddamn shell casings.” So what if he was missing one, though? The alley was secluded enough, there’s no way someone would have found the stupid thing. It’d just sit there and tarnish. And so he ignored it. Went on for nearly a year like it never happened.
“Are you here, darling?” Stolas asked, drawing Blitz’s attention back to him.
“Hm? Yeah. I’m here,” there was no conviction behind it. Stolas sat up and pulled the emergency line on the rope securing him to the headboard with his beak.
“Are you sure?” towering over Blitz, one wing held the back of his head.
“I’m fine, Stolas. Are we doing this or not?”
“Not until you talk to me, Blitzy.”
“I lost a shell casing last year. Showed up again last night.”
“Isn’t that usually a good thing that it isn’t lost?”
“Around some… kid’s neck. They made a necklace out of it. They saw us, and they pointed out an escape route.”
“Oh, how exciting, Blitzy, you have a witch!”
“What? No!” he blew a dismissive sigh and waved a hand.
“No one else would make an amulet out of a found shell casing. Plus they helped you. Chances are, if you focused a bit, you’d be able to feel them.”
“I mean there’s been this warm feeling in my chest like I’m actually trying to be alive or some shit…. And it went cold last night.”
“They could be in trouble, Blitzy,” Stolas even looked worried. “Even an accidental bond should be honored. You’re supposed to protect them.”
“Oh, heaven, no! I can’t have responsibility like that! Maybe it just timed out or something?”
“There’s only one way to find out, dear.”
“I’m not going looking for them.”
“I’ll go with you, if you want. At the very least you might need someone who knows how witch bonds work.”
“Why would you know that?”
“It’s a holdover from before the Fall. Once, angels could protect anyone they wanted. After the Fall, Heaven decided they would never get involved again, but demons never stopped. Those we share power with became witches. Some sinners revere the opportunity, but not many hellborns ever get it.”
“Yeah, what about Fallen?” Blitz had no idea where the tense lash to his tail came from.
“Oh it’s been a very long time since a witch has called on the likes of me. The knowledge is probably lost.” Stolas dressed, and suddenly Blitz didn’t have a choice on going.
They’d seen one like him, sort of. Darker color pallet, and redder eyes, but they’d definitely seen something like him before. Now that they were fully awake they were sure of the differences.
He was quiet, angrily awaiting… something, or someone. They could make out a couple of grumbled names: “Blitz” and “Goetia.” Goetia they knew from magical studies, but without a first name they couldn’t possibly know which one he thought would come after them. They didn’t like the “damsel in distress” role, and honestly refused to play it, but what could they do? Magically, they knew they were outmatched. Waiting just got boring, and they didn’t want to dignify him with any kind of real acknowledgement.
Their amulet was a comforting weight on their chest. The creature looked at it for a moment and ripped it from their neck.
“Sorry, darlin’,” he drawled. “Gotta have this a minute.”
There was a sharp pain in Blitz’s chest that made him stop a moment.
“Blitzy?”
“Faster, Stolas,” he picked himself up and ran, following the icy feeling in his chest.