The number of steps to fall fast or hard

by NocturnaIV

Summary:

It took Stolas one step in Blitzo's direction to fall in love. It was fast, it was innocent, and it was intense.

Blitzo missed the number of steps he had to take to realize that he was running away from what he felt for Stolas. It was hard, it was deadly, and it was terrifying.

Notes:

My first language is Spanish, but I hope you can enjoy this story. I apologize if some parts are misspelled.

Chapter 1: Recover

When Stolas realized that Blitzo took his grimoire he was confused. If Blitzo’s real reason had been to steal from him, why hadn’t he left? Because there was a point where Blitzo could have easily taken the grimoire and left Stolas there. But he didn’t. Was what had happened between them just an act of pitiful compassion? Had Blitzo felt sorry for him? Was his life so pathetic that he had made someone like Blitzo feel sorry for him?

But it didn’t seem like something Blitzo would do. An entire night of obscure surrender to each other didn’t seem like something Blitzo would decide to do. He didn’t act like someone willing to waste his time when at any moment he could walk away with what he really wanted.

Had Blitzo changed his mind at some point? That seemed more likely. Perhaps he had broken into his room because of the grimoire and somewhere between seduction and passion, he had enjoyed what had passed between them. Otherwise, instead of having grown up in a circus, Blitzo should have been an actor. Because of the way Blitzo had looked at him, the way his body had arched to his touch and whispered desperately as he succumbed to the pleasure. If that had been an act, it meant that Blitzo was one of the most dangerous demons Stolas had ever met. Not because he was someone with incalculable powers but because of his mental abilities to deceive.

“Your highness?”

Stolas let go of his thoughts, grateful that there was a distraction from the vicious and destructive cycle his mind had become in the last few days. He raised his head and felt a weight in his belly as he found, for the second time, Blitzo escorted by his security service. But this time Blitzo wasn’t looking him in the eye, his shoulders fell, and he seemed to want to be anywhere but there.

“My grimoire?” Stolas asked in a firm voice.

“Here, your highness,” The head of security approached and deposited the object guilty of his recent uncertainties and one of the best moments of his life over his desk.

“Leave us.”

“But—”

“That’s an order,” Stolas looked at the other demons and raised an eyebrow. “You can watch the perimeter to make sure he doesn’t get away with anything valuable again.”

“Of course, your highness.”

Stolas waited until he was alone with Blitzo, who crossed his arms and moved next to the door. When it closed, Blitzo raised his head and stared at him. His eyes held a deep resentment that hid a thousand things.

“Look, if you’re going to kill me, just do it.”

Stolas cocked his head to the side, very confused. He hadn’t expected those to be the first words he’d heard. Curiously, Blitzo’s mouth relaxed when he looked at him. Stolas cocked his head the other way, even more confused, and heard Blitzo laugh.

“Sorry, you really are a bird.”

Stolas brought his hand to his mouth and muffled a small laugh.

“Very observant of you.”

“You’re not upset,” Blitzo pointed out, frowning. “I thought you would be upset.”

“What did you think would happen?” Stolas looked at his grimoire, then at him. “You should have known from the start that I would use all my power to get it back.”

“The plan changed, alright?” Blitzo raised his eyebrows as if that was threatening in some way. “The idea was to walk in here, grab the book, copy what we need, and bring it back before you know it.” His eyes swept over him. It was for a second, but it was enough to make Stolas shiver. “I got distracted, but I didn’t forget my goal. I need that book. So, if you want—”

“You can borrow it,” Stolas interrupted and pushed the book in his direction. “I don’t need it all the time.”

“What?” Blitzo looked surprised for maybe a second and then smirked. “Is this some kind of foreplay?”

Stolas felt his body shiver and had to clear his throat to focus. When he looked up, he noticed that Blitzo had climbed onto his desk, one of his hands on the grimoire and the other sliding over the important papers and tossing them aside to make his way. Stolas pushed back, surprised. Because it was extremely easy to joke or imitate lines from his favorite soap operas because he was supposed to have the initiative in everything. But it was amazement, terrifying and exciting, to see Blitzo take all control away from him and not only take the initiative but take everything from him. Still, Stolas forced himself to speak because he didn’t want Blitzo to feel like he was captured just because Stolas simply wanted to sin in his office.

“I’m serious, Blitzø. You can take the grimoire. Your business is starting, and you are going to need it.” He shrugged. “It’s not the most legal thing…” Stolas noticed that Blitzo stop and look back at him in confusion. “But it doesn’t matter.”

“Why?”

“Because you need it.”

Blitzo sat back on his heels on the desk, frustration flashing in his ruby eyes.

“I don’t want your rich-guy pity.”

“But not—”

“Look, let’s make a deal. I’ll feel more comfortable if you don’t make this weird,” Blitzo explained, framing an eyebrow.

“I could hire your services from time to time,” Stolas offered.

“Sexual services? Really?”

“Professionals! Kill someone,” Stolas felt his face heat up. “I let you use the grimoire and in return, when I need it, you take care of some souls for me.”

Blitzo stared at him. His eyes were more dangerous. Stolas had never understood why humans were so drawn to dangerous things, like daggers or fire. But here, with Blitzo sitting on his desk, looking up at him as if he were above everyone and everything, Stolas found himself yearning for that destruction.

The bad idea.

The terrible decision.

Blitzo.

“It’s not enough.”

Stolas widened his eyes in surprise and tilted his head.

“My apologies…?”

“It’s not enough,” Blitzo repeated and reached out to grab the collar of his shirt, pulling it in his direction until his face was covered with his. “It reeks of compassion of nobility for commoners. And I don’t like that. I don’t like the idea of being grateful to you and serving you in the process. Professionally or not.”

“But… What do you propose?”

“It was fun last time, wasn’t it? We have chemistry. And more importantly: I liked seeing someone from royalty beg me and serve me,” Blitzo ran his tongue over the outline of his sharp teeth and soft a laugh at the effect it had on him. “Favors for favors.”

“But I…”

Stolas was lost for words as Blitzo shoved him back into his chair. His eyes. In Blitzo’s eyes, he could feel all of their defenses rise and put worlds between them to distance himself. There he knew. If Stolas insisted, he was going to lose his chance to win back his first friend.

Blitzo was right. Their last time was more than fun. It was revealing and perfect. The chemistry between them had been almost terrifying. All his life he had believed that passion and desire were something that only existed in books and on tv. Fantasy and exaggerations. Until his encounter with Blitzo and the promise to have something like this again...

…and lose his friend along the way…

“I need to think about it,” Stolas sit up, resuming his regal demeanor to hide his nerves. “I admit that favors for favors sound promising. But for now, I need to think about it.”

It was nice to surprise Blitzo. The way his eyes widened, and he looked around as if something might appear and explain the situation to him was adorable.

“I do not want—”

“It will not be out of pity. Exchange of favors sounds good, but I need to think about what I want,” Stolas insisted. “You can take the grimoire.” He stood up and easily lowered Blitzo from his desk, escorting him to the door. “I will contact you soon.”

Blitzo searched his gaze and must have found something that satisfied him because he nodded and left. Stolas gestured for his security not to follow Blitzo and he closed the door.

Had it been a good decision? Possibly not. His legacy, his life, and his purpose were in that grimoire. And just like that, he had given everything to Blitzo even though there were no promises that he would treat him well. Stolas took a deep breath and still smiled. The promise of seeing Blitzo again appeased all his doubts.

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Chapter 2: Silence

Blitzo didn’t understand this prince. He knew what people with power expected from demons like him. So, after a month passed and Stolas, Goetic Prince of Hell, simply summoned Blitzo to use his grimoire, it was somewhat suspicious. Blitzo had to wait in Stolas’s office while he worked his magic and went about his business.

His office, in his palace.

In that place lived Stolas’s family. That wife who only spoke miserably of him, pure lies about his intimate abilities that were impossible to believe because Blitzo had first-hand information about Stolas’s social and sexual skills and he could point out, though he never would, that she was lying with all her mighty teeth. Well, beak.

He remembered what Stolas had shouted as Blitzo ran away. A divorce.

That was surprising.

Something flattering. But surprising.

Because that meant it was the first time Magnificent Prince Stolas had taken a lover, or at least in a relatively public way. Although on the other hand, it had been Blitzo who had done it publicly.

But at the same time...

If Stolas had wanted any discretion, he would have asked Blitzo to go to another room. Stolas seemed indifferent to the option of being found. But what did Blitzo know about royal marriage? Though on the other hand, Blitzo was grateful and found it exciting that Stolas could never look at that bed without remembering everything they had done.

But what did it matter?

The announcement of divorce never made the news and the marriage remained. Blitzo figured one night of wild, lustful sex wasn't enough to get Stolas out of an arranged marriage. Who cared? The social elite was strange. Although Stolas’s wife was still a pest. What right did she have to act as mistress of this place when Stolas was the mighty among them? And yes, Blitzo hadn't known the demon for long, but it was obvious that he couldn't be a bad guy. Not even by Hell's terms. Although on the other hand, Stolas had cheated on his wife. But that was Hell. And Blitzo wasn’t interested in Stolas's wife. So, fuck her. Besides, she had that high-handed attitude typical of the social elite before Blitzo got between Stolas’s legs.

The office door was open. The security of the palace passed by from time to time, making Blitzo laugh maliciously.

Steal a grimoire once and the attention of a prince and his security team would never forgive you.

But the one who bothered him was Stolas’s wife. That was the third time she had walked in front of the door and looked at him like he was a frozen mouse that she was going to devour. And not in a fun way. Nor that he was interested in someone like her. But this time it was different because Stolas’s wife walked to the door frame and crossed her arms. She was also tall, undoubtedly. But while Stolas acted with Blitzo as equals, she looked regal in her manner, making it clear that she was looking at him from the arrogance of her power.

“You know you are not the first one, right?” She smirked. “Royalty always has consorts. Though I must admit this is the first time my husband has one that we can't even show off.”

Blitzo smirked and narrowed his eyes. The elite had such a pathetic way of fighting that it didn’t affect him. Especially when Blitzo knew the truth.

He was the first.

An imp.

For the first time, Stolas had turned his back on everything and everyone. For an imp.

The woman's feathers ruffled in indignation as she realized her ridiculous attempt to annoy him wasn't working. Oh, what was she thinking? What ideas was she having as she stared at him?

“I don't know what you think is going to happen. But he's not going to leave us.” The female voice sounded like silk, so smooth and capable of blinding anyone with the beauty that concealed the poison in her essence. “His heart is here. And you don't belong here.”

Of course, Blitzo could answer her and laugh in her face. But it was amusing to know how much Stolas’s wife was letting show. For her what was between him, and Stolas wasn’t merely physical. No. It was worse. Something sentimental and with a bond that she couldn’t break. That's what she had concluded. Which implied that everything that had happened between him, and Stolas was something she never expected, and she was anxious for it to stop. Something that couldn’t happen if Blitzo made himself comfortable waiting for Stolas.

Curious.

Actually, she couldn't break what was happening between him and Stolas. But not because Blitzo had a special connection with Stolas. But because she didn’t know her enemies and therefore didn’t know how to attack them. She didn’t know her husband. She obviously didn't know Blitzo. He rested his arm on the desk and relaxed his chin on the palm of his hand and looked at her quizzically. Stolas’s wife ruffled her feathers once more. Blitzo wanted to mock her, but he preferred to entertain himself with silence. In her attempt to hurt him, she had answered the question Blitzo had: The reason why Stolas had retracted his desire to obtain a divorce. His heart was in that house. It wasn't her. But Stolas’s daughter. Blitzo empathized with that. Surely this woman had threatened Stolas with forbidding him to see his daughter.

Blitzo lowered his gaze and with his free hand pretended to brush some non-existent dust from the surface of the desk. Yes, Blitzo didn't belong there but they both knew she didn't either. Stolas’s wife was there because she was a mother and a wife. Nothing more. Nothing less.

Blitzo pretended not to hear the claws ripping through the wood of the door frame, but when he looked up, no one was there. That had been fun. In the distance, he recognized Stolas’s voice and his wife's. In reality, she was yelling at him, and Stolas, elegant as ever, was responding precisely. Then came silence. But quickly there was another female voice, much younger and calmer, like when Loona tried to talk to others her age and tried to sound like what she thought was cool and interesting. Blitz smiled. Teenagers were like that. That voice must be Stolas’s daughter, and she was asking complicated questions. Maybe about magic. But Stolas’s voice sounded much softer and sweeter. Loving. His heart was in that palace. At least Stolas’s wife had noticed that.

Stolas deserved better than her, but Blitzo felt a stab of respect for Stolas for doing what he could for his daughter, even if it might not have been the best option.

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My music today was cruel to me. It only played songs that Blitzo would have dedicated to Stolas. All sad.

Chapter 3: Agreement

Suddenly Stella decided to take a vacation. All the media were talking about it as if it was some kind of adorable curiosity that a group of women of different nobility claimed to do. A little trip between friends to reconnect. The press was devouring the event as if it were the most curious novelty. Any media that was enriched with entertainment, was aware of the type of clothing that each of them bought and what type of accessories they were acquiring. Stolas watched on the news as the group of five ladies of different royalties pretended not to notice the cameras as they embarked, between fake laughs, on their demonic vacation.

He was alone.

Octavia had invited some of her friends, descendants of the demons with whom Stella had gone on a trip, and they were watching a horror movie marathon with junk food. Stolas didn't lose the irony of how Octavia was partying with her friends the second Stella had left them alone. Perhaps he could go into his greenhouse and have a glass of wine.

A knock on his door surprised him. It wasn't Octavia. She was on the other side of the palace, having the freedom to make whatever noise she wished. Stolas walked to the door of his room and found his security team with Blitzo among them.

“Who do I have to fuck again to be authorized to enter?” Blitzo asked, rolling his eyes.

Stolas cocked his head, puzzled. It wasn't a dream. Blitzo was actually there.

“He was trying to scale the wall that leads to your balcony, your highness.”

“I got this,” Stolas promised, and his team released Blitzo before leaving them alone. “You know you can use the bell and the front door.”

“It's not that amusing,” Blitzo entered his bedroom as if he belonged there. “I saw your wife go on a trip and thought it would be fun to feed her fears.”

“My apologies…?” Stolas asked confused.

Blitzo laughed mischievously and shrugged, sitting down on the couch. Stolas noted how easily the imp got comfortable, reaching for the remote and beginning to flip channels.

“I noticed that your daughter threw a party. I don't blame her,” Blitzo pretended to have all his interest in the television. “Loona went with some friends to vandalize some things.”

Stolas closed the distance between them but stopped when his knees touched the couch. Once again, he felt nervous. He really wanted to talk to Blitzo, but he didn't want him to distance himself from him like last time.

“Are you going to stand there as a lamppost? Sit down!”

“Oh!” Stolas jumped slightly and flopped onto the edge of the couch, playing with his fingers.

It was ridiculous that he couldn't socialize with Blitzo. But the more he thought about his social skills, the more Stolas was surprised that all he knew were protocols and routine conversation topics for low-key social chatter. It also didn't help that lately, Stella was ruining his social reputation with the parties she threw and the way she talked about him. Before Blitzo, the other royalty demons had been looking at him as if Stolas was of a lower rank than them. Actually, multiple ranks below.

But things had improved with Blitzo's declaration falling on Stella's table. Even though that morning, they had only been guests who were remarkably close to Stella, which didn't mean they were loyal to her. So, when Blitzo made his outrageous statement, malicious rumors spread that Stella was surely the one who couldn't please Stolas. Malicious rumors that sought to hurt Stella. But that was Stella's inner circle. Poisonous and destructive. When she found a weakness in others, she annihilated them from the inside out just because it was fun. That's why Stella didn't like to show her flaws. And for the first time, other demons had a way to attack her, and she was furious.

That was another reason why she had organized this trip. Very wisely, Stella was trying to make people forget the incident.

“I can hear the gears in your head,” Blitzo lifted his foot and nudged his thigh, “Does it bother you that I'm here?”

“No!” Stolas felt his face heat up. “Of course not. Actually, I'm extremely glad to have your company. And you're right, my gears were turning,” He admitted with a small laugh.

Why was he so clumsy in front of Blitzo? How could Blitzo be so relaxed? Not only that. Blitzo took up space. Imps usually wanted to go unnoticed. But not Blitzo. His energy and presence were big and dangerous in a non-lethal way.

“Loona is my daughter.”

Stolas cocked his head, intrigued.

“What school does she go to?”

Blitzo laughed out loud and raised his eyebrows.

“She is already of age. Loonie works with me.”

“Oh, Octavia is still a teenager, but she has lessons with me and eventually I want us to work together,” Stolas confessed. That was the first time he had mentioned something so simple but not common among his kind. “I want her ready for when she has to take my place.”

“Yeah, you understand,” Blitzo raised his chin and smirked. “Hot thing, what are you doing sitting so far away? Come closer, I want to put my legs on you.”

Stolas felt his heart quicken and he whispered something that must —he hoped— be an affirmation. He closed the distance with Blitzo, who immediately rested his legs on his lap and crossed his ankles. Blitzo let out a long breath as he stretched out on the couch and returned his attention to the television.

Suddenly, the realization came to Stolas.

“If Loona is of legal age…”

“I adopted her before she turned eighteen and those bastards dumped her on the street right before The Extermination,” Blitzo grunted under his breath and his shoulders tensed.

Stolas had never had to worry about The Extermination. He and his family had the means to avoid the angels and he had never thought it would be a problem. Stolas realized that he had never thought outside of what was happening in his palace. His problems had been so personal that he had subconsciously stopped thinking that there was a world outside of royalty, this place, and his family.

How many orphaned demons had been through things like this? Coming of age and ending up on the streets with no means of protection during The Extermination?

“She’s a very lucky young imp,” Stolas assured.

“Hellhound. A highly intelligent and skilled but temperamental one.”

That said so much about Blitzo. Hell was a place where compassion was lacking, even more so between demon species. But Blitzo sounded genuinely proud talking about his daughter, the same way Stolas did about Octavia every second he got the chance.

“You know that your wife can't do anything against you, right?” Blitzo suddenly spoke up and looked at him for a second, maybe two, before turning back to the TV. “If she doesn't know how to appreciate you, you can do whatever you want.”

“Stella is my wife...”

And he knew it was hypocritical to say that to the person with whom he had cheated on her, but Stolas couldn't deny it either.

“Oh, so her name is Stella,” Blitzo clicked his tongue. “Well, I will surely forget her name. And just because she's your wife doesn't mean she has to humiliate you. Millie and Moxxie are married and pathetically sweet. Working with them is torture.”

More and more curious was Blitzo’s life. A marriage for love and not for economic or social necessity was so rare in Hell. But Blitzo had found them and hired them.

An adoption to save someone.

A love match that worked with Blitzo.

Curious and more curious.

“Ours is an arranged marriage. Neither of us wanted this,” Stolas shrugged.

“Look, I know what I saw that day. You were trying to minimize your presence and give her all the space in the world. But your wife? She occupied every inch you gave her to suffocate you and disappear,” Blitzo pointed it out. “My recommendation you didn't ask for? Do what you want. She lost all consideration when she decided to entertain herself by humiliating you.”

That sounded so bizarre and impossible. Stolas had always thought that he deserved Stella's hatred. She had been cut off from her life and family to marry him and give him offspring that benefited the Goetia Family. Therefore, Stolas tried to make her feel as little prisoner as possible, making it clear that she could do whatever she wanted to be happy.

And what Stella wanted was to humiliate him.

But Blitzo was talking about fairness between him and Stella. An idea so bizarre in his mind, that his head tilted to the side, trying to decipher what Blitzo was trying to tell him. That drew a chuckle from the imp.

“Let’s reach an agreement,” Blitzo offered. “With me, you can do whatever you want.”

“What would you win?”

“I find it funny to see you act as if you were taken from a soap opera or television series,” Blitzo snickered at the sight of him blushing. “Do you think I didn't realize that when you flirted with me you were just quoting lines? Needless to say, in sex? You watch a lot of porn.”

“Blitzy!”

The imp laughed, totally unconcerned, and before he knew it, Stolas was laughing with him too.

“It's fun,” Blitzo repeated. “And I like to torment royalty. Helping you piss off your wife sounds like enough pay.” And he looked at Stolas for a long time, as if Blitzo were touching him with his eyes or were remembering everything they had done together. “But at another time we can think of other ways to repay me.”

“I agree,” Stolas responded quickly.

Blitzo nodded and returned his attention to the television. As if they were lifelong friends and it was normal to do that. Friends who had had something intense and were now plotting together. Blitzo was still his only friend, but it all sounded so promising that Stolas couldn't help but smile.

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Chapter 4: Contract

Blitzo sat up in bed feeling a huge déjà vu. He was back in Stolas's bed, having the demon using his thigh as a pillow. Blitzo noted that it was still night, and he wasn’t hearing anyone awake. He looked at how peaceful Stolas looked as he slept.

«He sure doesn't look like that with his bitch wife.»

Blitzo felt the cruel smile on his lips and looked away. Why did that thought make him proud? It wasn't a kind of victory Blitzo could show her. A part of him wanted to run away when he saw the smile on Stolas's face, so peaceful and calm. One of the things Blitzo had found in the past while prowling that room had been one of the feathers of Stolas's wife. The idea of imagining them sharing that bed was bizarre. He didn't mind being involved in that marriage because infidelity or marriages with sexual partners were normal. Stella had been right about that, high-ranking demons used to have multiple sexual partners that were publicly displayed. No imps, of course. They were of too low a rank to show them off.

Blitzo slid his claws through Stolas's nape feathers and found the point where they grew. Stolas sighed heavily, pressing himself closer to Blitzo’s leg and nuzzling his face against his hip. Blitzo found it pleasant to slide his claws over each feather, feeling how they flexed between his fingers. He could imagine in his moments of stress doing this to calm down.

He supposed that encounter was something Blitzo had wanted. Hadn't he been constantly flirting with Stolas? Unashamedly Blitzo had insinuated every chance he got and gave Stolas glances that were clear calls that he wouldn't mind repeating the night they had shared. After all, Blitzo could know a good opportunity when he saw one. And the handsome prince? Stolas had been one of the most rewarding experiences he had ever experienced. An extreme encounter, where Blitzo hadn’t had to hide his own dangerous desires, because he had been received with enthusiasm and curiosity by Stolas. Long ago, Verosika had mentioned that something was rewarding about having a first-time but enthusiastic lover because she could mold them to her darkest desires. Back then Blitzo hadn't understood what kind of fun there would be with someone who didn't know the most basic actions expected of them. But guiding Stolas and seeing his initiative had been overwhelming and exciting. Not even under Verosika 's seductive influence had Blitzo felt this way.

And the night they'd just shared had only escalated things. There wasn't a most perfect image than Stolas giving himself to him. Submissively and enthusiastically. He was perfect. Dammit. It was as if from the depths of Hell someone had created Stolas for him. Even the prince's eyes shone between compliments and insults, in a perfect mix of desires that synchronized well with Blitzo.

So why was Blitzo disappointed?

He had wanted that!

Stolas had finally accepted. But why did it bother Blitzo so much? Why had he come to the palace upset and before warming up had treated the whole thing like an obnoxious mission?

Blitzo had insisted on repeating their encounter, on using their sexual chemistry as an exchange.

So?

Perhaps…

Blitzo had hoped that Stolas would never agree. All this time the equal treatment between them had felt so good and suddenly everything had been shaken when Stolas proposed his little verbal contract. But hadn't Blitzo told him to do what he wanted with him? Hadn't he been enthusiastically pointing out that he was fine with taking things in that direction? So why did it bother him so much?

Because Blitzo was an idiot.

Because, as always, Blitzo had sabotaged himself and these were the consequences. A perfect night with the feeling that hundreds of voices from the past were telling him the usual.

“You're only good for something casual.»

«You would be a good incubus. Better than a clown or a killer. You are made for this type of kinky stuff.»

«You always hurt people who get close to you.»

«Haven't you believed that loving you is bad luck?»

Love him

Ha.

He really had to hurt the people who got close to him if they fell in love with someone like him. In Hell that wasn’t a common emotion. Especially when it came to a type of love where the other's actions could hurt. Dangerous love or destructive love were common things in Hell. But melancholy love? Debilitating love? That wasn’t normal and apparently, it was something that Blitzo caused in others, and they hated him forever.

Bad luck.

He wasn't like Moxxie and Millie. He didn’t love like them. Blitzo didn't get happiness like them.

Blitzo was… this.

A lover who, inspired, put a smile on his partner.

Like all imps, Blitzo had given his services and Stolas was satisfied.

«Your skills don't justify your awful attitude.»

«You are so cruel when you see someone get attached to you.»

Stolas would eventually understand that too and leave him. An incubus would do an equal or better job than Blitzo. He may have been Stolas's first lover, but surely he wouldn’t be his last. It was a matter of time.

His eyes fell on the calm face of the prince and an idea silenced the other voices in his head «I'm not useless if I make him react just to my twisted self. Mine. He could be mine.»

Blitzo was startled by such a possessive idea. Only with Loona had he been so possessive —overprotective—, but it was because he wanted her not to be hurt. This was different. Blitzo shook his head to dismiss those thoughts.

“Blitzy?”

Stolas stretched and he leaned back on the bed to give Stolas room on his body until he had the prince resting on his chest. Blitzo waited a few seconds, thinking Stolas would start yet another round, a slow one, from the way he sounded sleepy, but Blitzo knew he could make it to the mark simply fine. After all, the inspiration was right there with him and seemed inexhaustible. Instead, Stolas rubbed against his chest and wrapped his arms around his waist. Blitzo tentatively stroked his feathers, down his back.

“That feels good…” Stolas admitted.

Has anyone touched him like this? Blitzo didn't think Stella had done it.

“Shut up and sleep, Stolas.”

The other demon's silent laugh vibrated against his body as Stolas wrapped himself around him. Blitzo stopped his purring. Why was Stolas so soft? Why was it impossible to stop touching him? Dammit. That was dangerous. Too dangerous. If already after a second encounter Blitzo felt himself losing control the second he touched Stolas, it was only a matter of time before the prince realized that and used his weakness against him. Blitzo cursed himself. He had been with attractive, unbelievably attractive people and every single one of them had dropped to their knees and willingly worshiped him. That was the dynamic they were looking for with Blitzo and that was what he offered.

But no one had ever embraced him like this with his body. Not only that but surrounding Blitzo like a perfect cloud. Stolas curved around his body so that Blitzo was comfortably in the softness of his feathers and the warmth Stolas emanated. Blitzo bit his lower lip to keep from rubbing his horns against Stolas's thighs and feeling his little feathers caress him until he relaxed completely.

How sad had his life been that Blitzo found that embrace one of the best hugs he had ever received? What a pathetic life.

How incongruous Stolas was. Agreeing to contracts with sexual exchanges and then hugging Blitzo as if they were lovers.

“Even here I can hear the gears in your head,” Stolas whispered against his neck before rubbing more against his skin.

Blitzo bit his tongue to keep from purring.

“Just sleep, Stolas.”

Again, his claws touched the growth of the long feathers at Stolas’s head, and he sighed warmly against Blitzo’s neck, making him shiver. That was too intimate. Too addictive. Holding and touching Stolas like that could send the wrong message and they were…

Sexual partners under contract.

Childhood friends.

Blitzo promised himself to put distance. But not at that moment. At that moment he would go to sleep wrapped in a soft cloud of feathers, fragrant cologne, and a warm breath accompanying his.

Tomorrow Blitzo would put away.

Tomorrow morning…

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Chapter 5: Movie

«Don't get involved. They’re not your family. It’s not your problem. She's not your daughter. You're only going to make things more complicated for yourself.»

And repeat.

That was his mantra now.

The truth was that Blitzo had been thinking about what other dirty things he could do with Stolas. To the point where waiting a month had become unimaginable. So Blitzo had manipulated Stolas's inexperience for an unscheduled meeting that the two would surely enjoy. Especially since Blitzo had an exhausting day and since Stolas wrote to him daily, growing confident in his «With me, you can do whatever you want» proposal, Blitzo decided to direct Stolas's poor flirtation attempts to a more seductive and dirty chat. To the point where it seemed that Blitzo was resigning himself to going to Stolas's palace outside schedule.

A voice in his head reminded him that one day he would regret perverting Stolas's clumsy actions and that all his manipulation would create something he couldn't handle.

But that day wasn’t that day.

Now it was the next morning and Blitzo had procrastinated his departure for hours and was still there, looking at Stolas's private library because it was the room his wife would never enter. Also, the place was huge. Undoubtedly larger than the apartment he shared with his daughter. So Blitzo had no problem staying here and not hanging around.

But that had led to him overhearing the conversation Stolas and her daughter were having in the corridor.

“I'm sorry, Via. Seriously, I'm so sorry,” Stolas sounded so miserable.

“I already told you that it's fine. I understand,” Octavia replied.

And she sounded lacking any emotion. Which put any concerned parent in crisis. So Blitzo stifled a laugh when exactly that happened.

“We can go tomorrow! Oh no, my dear,” Stolas quickened his voice nervously, “I don't know if this business will end tomorrow. But when—”

“Dad! It doesn’t matter.”

“But you wanted to see that movie…”

«Don't get involved. They’re not your family. It's not your problem. She’s not your daughter. You're only going to make things more complicated for yourself.»

“I can go with her,” Blitzo stepped out into the corridor and folded his arms. “I'm not working today, and you can pay me to be her bodyguard.”

“I don't need my father's boyfriend—”

“I'm not his boyfriend,” Blitzo clarified in exasperation. “Look, it's going to be more fun with me than with your father. Or do you want another Loo Loo Land moment?”

“Blitzy!” Stolas put his hands on his waist, and it was ridiculous to think that someone so soft and delicate could be someone's authority. “I'm doing my best here.”

He knew it.

Blitzo knew it.

He stroked the space between his horns and took a deep breath before pointing at Stolas.

“Let's make something clear. Your daughter knows that the reason you can't keep your promise is for a good one,” Blitzo pointed at Octavia. “Right?” She just nodded and Blitzo had to gesture for her to speak.

“Dad, I know that grandpa called for me to assist him in a ritual,” Octavia hugged herself and looked away. “You offered to go in my place because you know I don't like being with him. Although… you don't enjoy his company either.”

“Oh, Via…” Stolas hugged her to his chest and squeezed her there with such unconditional love that Blitzo had to look away. “I would do anything for you, my precious star.”

Octavia slipped out of the embrace and nodded, crossing her arms. Blitzo noted that she was embarrassed but happy. Adolescence did that, he supposed.

“What movie do you want?” Blitzo asked.

Because for her to want to go with her father instead of her friends…

Octavia blushed and shrugged.

Oh…

It was something that embarrassed her because it must be childish. Blitzo bit his tongue to keep from telling her that part of being an adult was embracing the things you loved without caring what others thought. She wasn’t his daughter.

“It's the movie based on some books I used to read…” Octavia answered extremely low. “About a princess from the Circle of Wrath who fights angels. His most loyal companion is a winged horse—”

“Oh, now you're speaking my language. Let's see it!” Blitzo snapped his fingers and pointed at her, showing his interest. “Your dad is going to pay for everything and then we're going to go buy you a better eyeliner because the one you're using spreads every time you open your eyes wide. Ey! Just like now! It’s a bad eyeliner if it can’t do its work.”

“Blitzø…” Stolas whispered and tilted his head. “Are you sure?”

Why did Stolas have to look so adorable when he moved his head like that? Blitzo gazed at Octavia, the doubt in her eyes clouding her true excitement about going to see her favorite movie and maybe go shopping. Just like Loona.

“Stolas, there is a horse. You should know by now that I would never be more serious than when it comes to horses,” Blitzo gently pushed Octavia down the corridor. “Come on princess, pack your things, and let’s go! You know how to make portals right?”

“Yes… if my mother sees us, she will kill us both and then dad,” Octavia looked over her shoulder. “Good luck with Grandpa, Dad!”

“Enjoy the movie, my little starfire! See you soon, Blitzy!”

He waved his hand in the air in a mixture of goodbye and brushing aside the sentimentality in the air. Octavia laughed softly and that was better. The two entered the girl's room and Blitzo suppressed a smile as he saw that it was a combination of Stolas's tastes for stars and intense music bands. Blitzo wondered if Loona and Octavia would get along. Loona would surely give her the bad influence Octavia needed and hopefully she would calm Loona down a bit when needed.

What was he thinking?

“Now that my father doesn't see us, do you really want to come with me? I can go alone, and we can pretend we went together.”

Tempting.

“Princess,” Blitzo raised an eyebrow. “Do you want me to tell you the same thing I told your father, in front of you, about the horses?”

“So, this isn't some pathetic attempt on your part to score points with my father through me?” Octavia crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow.

Blitzo smirked. He had seen this sharp side of the girl in Loo Loo Land, and he actually liked it.

“No. I don't need to score points with your dad,” Blitzo wiggled his eyebrows, and she rolled her eyes, which made him laugh. “If it stresses you out, think about it like I'll be with you because your father hired me. And he won't be there saying dirty things to me and cheesy ones to you. We both win.”

“And about the eyeliner?”

Blitzo widened his smile.

“We can go for that, or you can come with me and watch me destroy another Fizzarolli Robot that I found,” Blitzo offered.

Octavia's eyes widened in wonder, her head tilting slightly in confusion at his offer. Exactly like her father. Why were they so adorable doing that? But she laughed wickedly.

“Can't we do both and have my father pay you overtime? I'd rather not be here alone with mom,” Octavia looked at herself in the mirror and fixed her makeup. “Lately she destroys all of dad's favorite plants. She launches them into the air and I'm not in the mood to dodge them. Plus, one day she's going to run out of plants and pick something else Dad loves to destroy.”

Blitzo noted what he was hearing between the lines and clenched his jaw. He couldn't help but think of Loona in a similar situation where she was afraid of getting hurt for being loved by him. No, Blitzo refused. The people who hated him wanted him dead, they didn't have the ruthless creativity to go after Loona. But the possibility was terrifying. And knowing Stolas, Octavia hadn't told her father of her fear, or he would have done something about it by now. Because the kind of love that Stolas delivered was capable of ending the cosmos. And that sounded comforting. Octavia felt safe with Stolas. The problem was when he wasn't there. Without Stolas, what little remained of a home, of a safe place, was gone for her. Blitzo had worked so hard to make his apartment a place Loona wanted to return to because she hadn't had anything like it before. And now this teenager felt that something she had always believed constant was crumbling around her.

«Don't get involved. They’re not your family. It's not your problem.»

Blitzo considered talking to Stolas. He was happy about the divorce and believed it was a good thing for Octavia. By what right did he think that? Because Blitzo hated that bitch Stolas had to call his wife. But now he knew she wasn't a good mother either and that was another very serious problem.

«She is not your daughter. You're only going to make things more complicated for yourself and her.”

“Dad it's going to take who knows how long with grandpa, you know? I really need an eyeliner,” Octavia faced him. “And most of all, I hate that excuse of a robot.”

“I like the way you think, princess.”

«They’re not your family. She is not your daughter.»

“And if at any time your father is not here, and you don't feel like this place is not your home…” Blitzo suggested. “You can call me. I will charge your father a lot for being your bodyguard. In fact, I will bring Loona and charge more for her because she is the best.”

“Your daughter,” Octavia nodded. “Dad said you can't stop talking about her.”

And it must be weird for her.

“I will never admit it, even if you torture me,” Blitzo pointed. “But she's better at makeup than me,” He exaggeratedly sighed.

Octavia laughed and rolled her eyes.

“Let's go to the cinema.”

Blitzo watched her work on the portal, much slower than Stolas, but just as graceful. As the portal opened, the voice that told him he was getting too involved told him that if he took a liking to Octavia, Blitzo was only going to be doubly hurt by what had to be a purely physical transaction with Stolas.

No, he corrected. Actually, it was a perfect plan. By winning Octavia over, Blitzo could ensure someone as powerful as her that would watch over his Loonie when he was away. Yes, it was a perfect plan! Blitzo was always in danger, ensuring good connections for his daughter was a practical matter. He wasn't getting attached. It was just strategy to an end.

Like everything he did with Stolas.

“Oh, let's buy a lot of junk food until our stomachs hurt!”

Octavia rolled her eyes, ashamed of him. Exactly like Loona.

Just strategy to an end

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Chapter 6: Hands

When the portal opened in Blitzo’s office, Stolas stopped in his tracks.

Stolas felt the need to look away, embarrassed by what he was witnessing. For the first time, he felt he had to respect Blitzo’s limits.

Millie looked up and smiled happily at him. She silently waved her little fingers at him. Stolas imitated the gesture more awkwardly.

«He is under a lot of stress.» Millie moved her lips soundlessly and looked down at her lap. Her gaze softened even more.

Blitzo was reclining on a long black sofa, his legs pulled up, his feet planted firmly on the seat. His head was nestled between Millie’s thighs, who had them gently closed to the sides of Blitzo’s face, giving him support. She was stroking Blitzo’s horns, which fit perfectly at the sides of her waist. Blitzo's tail was wrapped around Millie's waist. Blitzo looked calm as if he needed to be pinned down like this. His eyes were closed and from the way he was breathing, he seemed to be asleep.

Stolas found himself feeling jealous. Not because of the physical contact between them. In truth, there was something beautiful between Blitzo and Millie that he had only caught glimpses of but spoke loud and clear. They seemed to share the same taste for destruction and had such a direct and chaotic aura that it was impossible to look away. Stolas sometimes wondered if he looked at Blitzo the same way Moxxie looked at Millie. As if they were an infernal fire consuming the heart of the cosmos.

It made sense that Blitzo and Millie would be calm together. They fit in that dynamic so lovely. Millie with her sincere affections and soft words and Blitzo with the way he admired her and seemed to want to make her happy with details that Blitzo would never admit he did for her.

It was a fascinating relationship.

But he was jealous. Stolas wished he could have something like that with Blitzo.

Because Millie and Blitzo weren’t a couple, Stolas understood that there was nothing sexual or romantic between them. But they trusted each other. Blitzo admired Millie so much that he trusted her to take care of him in the privacy of his office. And that was so intimate and perfect.

Stolas’s eyes took in Blitzo’s hands gripping Millie’s thighs. Strong and skillful hands. Steady hands. Such elegant hands. Stolas couldn’t take his eyes off there, from the way Blitzo’s fingers dug into Millie’s pants, showing that his grip was firm as if he didn’t want to let go. No, as if Blitzo was the one who had made Millie close her legs until he was trapped there.

Was that what Blitzo needed?

Did he crave the idea that no matter how hard he fought someone wouldn’t let him go?

Blitzo’s hands were so firm and gentle with Millie. And she was there, being Blitzo’s support, running her fingers over his horns, reminding him that she was there, that she wasn’t going anywhere. If Blitzo opened his eyes at that moment, would he be happy to notice Millie’s gaze on him? So sweet and familiar.

Oh.

Oh.

They were a family.

That was what Stolas felt so intimate about them. That was what he had longed for.

An imperfect and awkward family that they actively choose to be there, for each other, unconditionally.

Stolas wanted to ask why Blitzo was so stressed but didn’t want to disturb what he was admiring. Millie must have noticed because she motioned for him to come closer. Stolas wanted to refuse but found himself walking there, following Millie’s lead. She motioned to him at the foot next to the sofa, and he dropped to his knees there, sitting back on his heels to be next to Blitzo. Millie silenced a small laugh, and he cocked his face in confusion. But she only gestured for him to lean into Blitzo’s face, and when he did, he smiled.

The imp was wearing headphones and seemed to be using Millie’s thighs as extra comfortable noise cancellers.

“It’s better to speak very low because B is always alert, and some noise could make him believe that we are being attacked,” Millie whispered confidentially.

Stolas looked down at Blitzo and noticed how he sighed deeply, relaxing more, and settling better between Millie’s thighs. One of his hands went up and tried to catch the air. Millie sneaked her hand on Blitzo’s, and he guided her to caress the base of one of his horns. As she began to do so, scratching right at the root, Blitzo grinned and hugged her thighs again.

“Is he always cautious?” Stolas asked intrigued.

For some reason, he had believed that Blitzo was like this only with him.

“Moxxie could talk for hours about that,” Millie confessed but her look only showed a protective sadness. “B has many enemies. He doesn’t tell us but... it shows.”

Stolas nodded. He had noticed as well. The scars and the things that made Blitzo uncomfortable were a sign of an extremely hard life. But it was good to see that he had someone, like Millie, who was a fearless friend. Stolas sincerely hoped they were friends. Not out of jealousy. But because Blitzo needed friends.

“If you need anything, Moxxie and Loona are outside, you can talk to them. This usually takes a couple of hours.” Millie explained. “It's hard to convince him to agree to do this but when B does, we take our time.”

She put her small left hand on top of Blitzo’s. He lifted his pinkie and hooked it with Millie’s. As if they were making a promise. Maybe remembering one. But Millie didn’t say anything, she just leaned against the sofa, settling into place.

“No, I can come later. It’s not urgent.”

In truth, Stolas didn’t remember why he had come there. His eyes watered at that little gesture between Millie and Blitzo. Their hands. Their pinkies hooked. So familiar. So intimate. So affectionate. So simple.

They had so many differences, even in the size of their hands, and yet they fit perfectly. Stolas longed for such a connection. But it was impossible. He stood up and bowed goodbye to Millie. Stolas got a step back when she took his hand and squeezed it.

«See you soon.» She moved her lips without using her voice.

Stolas smiled and nodded enthusiastically. A portal opened behind him, and he returned to his palace.

The last thing he saw was the gesture of those two joined hands and those pinkies remembering some silent promise.

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Today I have seen episode six of the first season so many times. And all the character development that is there? I love it so much! This episode is an absolute inspiration.

But between episodes two, five, and six I've fallen in love with the dynamic between Blitzo and Millie. He may not admit it, but Blitzo always tries to make Millie happy. And I love how she's with him and Millie cares about Blitzo.

Chapter 7: Praise

The image was still there in his mind.

Stolas couldn't help but remember them. Even in unexpected moments where his mind had to be in complete concentration. He had never had anything like that with anyone. His only friend was Blitzo, and he had technically been a rented friend. Years later and it was still the same, right? Now Blitzo was his rented paramour.

And that's when his thoughts darkened, and his heart sank.

How despicable was Stolas that the only pleasant company he had was through a transaction? Yes, other powerful demons did the exact same thing, usually with some incubi and succubae, who absorbed power through the matter. So why Blitzo? Why give him the most crucial object in his life in exchange for exploring his repressed fantasies?

Because he was his friend.

Because he wanted them to be friends for real.

But Stolas didn't know how to make connections with others. As one of the most powerful demons in all of Hell, he was used to his interactions being out of convenience. The only real thing he'd ever had was Octavia, but sometimes he wondered if it wasn't some other kind of connection tied by something. Would she even find him tolerable if it wasn't her father?

Stolas put down the book he had been trying to read and couldn't get past the first line because his brain kept thinking about the scene, he had witnessed between Blitzo and Millie. He was sure that even if they weren't boss and employee, they would still be friends. Stolas dreaded to think what would happen if he didn't have Blitzo bound by his grimoire.

How pathetic was it that he called a kid he knew for hours a friend and was sent to rob him?

And time after, that kid, now a grown imp, had then broken into his room to rob him again but had decided to stay with Stolas instead.

That was the problem.

That was his suffering.

Blitzo had decided to stay, and Stolas clung to that as if it meant a lot. Just as Stolas depended like a sinner on the love of a god who didn’t hear. He lived for every compliment Blitzo gave him. Things that didn't need to be said. Stolas closed his book and let it float back to his library. Instead, he headed for his personal bathroom.

Stolas didn't think Blitzo knew, but this really was his room and his alone. The feather that Blitzo had found of Stella was only a reminder of all the farce that poisoned the soul of his wife and him.

From the beginning of their marriage, Stella had acted uncomfortable with the concept of her personal space being the same as Stolas and not having a space you could call her own. Which, he understood. They were both strangers, ridiculously young and thrust into a marriage that required procreation. So, one of the first gifts Stolas had given Stella was to give her the south wing, so that she would have her own space and pursue her hobbies. But in the beginning, Stella hadn't used that wing because their families were constantly pressing them with the conception of an heir. Later, when Stella had done her part, her mood worsened. She had never been a smooth or sweet wife, but the future arrival of Octavia only made her more volatile. Stolas suspected it was because everyone expected Stella to be motherly overnight and judged her harshly in any decision she made. People didn't expect the same from Stolas, they were actually surprised and complimented him on the most basic things. That bothered Stella more because it was an obligation for her and an act of heroism for Stolas. But when Octavia showed signs of independence, Stella started going to her private wing. It was also a relief for Stolas. But at first, it was little by little, then more regularly. And over the years, Stella stayed almost permanently on her side of the palace. Another of Stella's obligations was the social part of their marriage. Parties, events, visits, gifts, and everything that implies the elite. And when those things happened, they had an audience. So, they expected them to see the farce through to the end. Stolas knew that it was bittersweet for Stella that the nights of those events where she was the center of attention had to end with her returning to Stolas's bedroom. Playing her role as a wife even with a pathetic husband.

For a long time, Stolas had justified Stella's actions for exactly that. He knew that his wife felt justified in fighting with claws and pure fury for everything she had to live through for having been born in the society in which she was born, in the social class she was, and the gender she had. But it was Blitzo who had made Stolas see everything from a unique perspective. He could justify Stella's attitude because of her childhood, her background, and everything she had been forced to go through. Stella could justify her anger for the life she would never have and throw that hate at Stolas because he was the closest face she had at hand. But hurt him? Use him? Devour him from the inside until Stolas was empty? Torture him until his self-esteem was beyond recognition? That was in Stella. That was her decision. And Blitzo was right, Stolas shouldn't be a part of all this.

The image of Millie's small hand on Blitzo's brought him back out of his bad memories to remind him what he was doing there. Stolas wanted to have a connection with Blitzo, something special that went beyond a transaction. And in reality, Blitzo had already given him so much without knowing it, he had already given Stolas calm and happiness.

Stolas looked at himself in the mirror, the robe that covered his body slipped to the floor and he stared at himself. That was him, without fancy clothes, makeup, or hours spent combing and preening his feathers. The demon in his mirror's reflection was Stolas in his most everyday appearance. Someone Blitzo had seen and spoken words he longed to wish were real.

Beautiful, elegant, attractive, and sexy. Those were the four words that Blitzo uses the most with him in moments of intimacy.

Beautiful eyes.

Stolas stared at himself and repeated those two words, feeling a glimmer of happiness. They were beautiful, right? Blitzo was always so verbal and direct. Why would he lie about that?

Elegant hands.

Stolas waved his hands in the air, as if he were speaking, and looked at the way they seemed to have a smooth rhythm. Blitzo told him that Stolas’s graceful posture and the way he moved his hands reminded him of someone on stage. Would Blitzo think he was captivating? Stolas stifled a small laugh at that. Yes, he could look elegant. He liked to feel elegant. Stolas enjoyed the aesthetics of the movements.

An attractive body.

Was that possible? His race was far removed in appearance from the imps. Could Blitzo find him attractive? Yes, he had multiple lovers but none like his Stolas. But Blitzo used to whisper the word over his body, almost as if he hated that Stolas was attractive because he got reactions in Blitzo. Sometimes when the imp whispered that word, he seemed to lose his focus or his plans and become impulsive and such a dedicated lover that he blinded Stolas with joy.

Sexy…

Blitzo used that word a lot.

But when it affected him, the most was when Blitzo said that Stolas’s voice was sexy.

His voice.

The same one Stolas had tried to keep low, modulated, and perfectly controlled all his life. But that wasn’t the voice that Blitzo found sexy. But his real voice, talkative, pleading, excited or sleepy. Blitzo had told him that his voice was sexy when he first woke up or when he was following orders, asking for things, or when Stolas was embarrassed.

Perhaps that was why he sought to call Blitzo so much, interrupting his work and missions. Because sometimes Stolas needed to believe that something like his voice could make Blitzo stay with him. Not a deal, not a favor, not a necessity. But him.

“I must admit that I only came to ask you a few things.”

Blitzo's voice made Stolas turn to find the imp leaning against his bathroom doorframe, arms crossed and staring at him. Blitzo had a dangerous smirk on his lips and was looking Stolas’s body up and down. He knew he shouldn't feel ashamed, but even if it was impossible, he feared that his face would give away everything he had been thinking.

“But damn, it almost seemed like you knew I was coming, and you were just waiting for me, pretty bird.” Blitzo slid his tongue along the edge of his upper teeth and met Stolas’s eyes. His voice turned into a low, predatory growl. “Actually, it wouldn't bother me if you waited for me like this all the time. Though I think I wouldn't be able to concentrate on work just thinking about this beautiful body, you know?”

Stolas pressed himself against the bathroom cabinet and tried to speak but all the air seemed to have escaped from his lungs and Stolas forced himself to close his mouth and clear his throat. Blitzo laughed and took another step toward him.

“I thought you liked the costumes and outfits…” Stolas managed to say.

It wasn't even one of the first ideas Stolas had but his heart was beating so fast. Blitzo shrugged and took another step in his direction and Stolas pressed himself further into the furniture, sitting on it. His body always fell into the role of prey when Blitzo stalked him. He couldn't even control it.

“I like them, it's another way you look sexy or highlight how attractive you are.”

His words were like a leash pulling him towards Blitzo. Stolas found himself sliding to the ground, falling so naturally to his knees in front of Blitzo. His hands rested on his lap, and he lowered his head to hide his blush. This wasn’t part of their agreement. Blitzo didn't have to flatter or seduce him. He didn't have to do anything outside of his full moon agreement. Blitzo didn't have to surprise Stolas or look at him the way he did. But it was as if Blitzo understood his insecurities. As if he recognized when her mind filled with doubts and for some reason sought to reaffirm it. Blitzo's fingers slid over his feathers, massaging the nape, and Stolas looked at him.

Blitzo's eyes were sharp, like a predator's, and he was dangerously close.

“Perfect. So good, pretty bird. You’re perfect like this.” He whispered against Stolas's lips before kissing him.

One more compliment that Stolas wanted to believe.

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Do you know...? Something fascinating about Daddy Kink, it's usually full of compliments and affirmations. In episode six of the first season, we saw Blitzo compliment everyone, make sure they're well taken care of, and assist them in each of their battles before jumping into his own (with his iconic "Who wants some quality time with Daddy?"). Only the "daddy" has already released the HC that is his kink. Personally, he has several moments that he has those characteristics in the light. Anyways, for someone who isn't used to those DD/lb scenes, it must be extremely easy for Stolas to mistake all those praises for something romantic. And since he only gets them in sex... he insists on that activity to hear those words.

I'm making a playlist as I write this fic. Do you have song suggestions for this ship?

Chapter 8: Choker

Blitzo stretched lazily, his body feeling completely relaxed. He really had to stop falling asleep in Stolas’s bed. He had never had that problem with other lovers. Damn, not even with Verosika and they had been a couple. Blitzo made the executive decision to blame it on the softness of the bed. But he had to get to work or Moxxie would blast his cell phone and he wasn’t in the mood. Blitzo sat up in bed and stretched out the traces of laziness. He looked over his shoulder to find Stolas asleep, curled up on the pillow Blitzo had been using and the sheet perfectly covering his body, up to his shoulders. It was almost an invitation to go back to bed, but he had to pick up his employees to go to work.

Maybe they could go to that new coffee shop and order something there.

He reached for the nightstand and felt a stab of panic when he didn’t see his choker. Blitzo looked around, telling himself that it should still be there, and noticed Stolas’s cloak on the ground, which he had thrown there when he undressed the prince. But underneath it, Blitzo could see the hook of his choker. He breathed a sigh of relief and jumped off the bed, nearly tripping over the stupid cloak before brushing it out of the way and picking up his choker.

“No…. Nononoono….”

Blitzo noticed that the red medallion had a scratch on it. He stroked the skull shape and could feel the scratch.

“Dammit!” Blitzo screamed, cowering the collar.

He had been so careful. He always took it off when he practiced something daring. Blitzo only wore it for good luck, like at work because he had a childish idea that wearing it would protect him. And if it didn’t, what did it matter? Because if it got damaged during a mission it should mean that Blitzo was dead. He also wore it on dates, as a decoration on his belt. It was a precious thing that he used with pride.

And now it was broke...

“Blitzy…?”

Stolas’s presence behind him made him raise his hand to stop the prince.

“Not now.” He commanded and held back the urge to scream, curse himself and cry. “Not now.”

“But—”

“I said no now!” Blitzo yelled, turning back to him. Why Stolas couldn’t have a little respect when he told him «No»? “You don’t... Damn! Why did your cape have to throw it away? Why don’t you use a carpet here?”

Blitzo knew he sounded absurd, jumping from idea to idea, getting angry about things that only made sense in his mind. But how could he be so careless? He didn’t even understand how the medallion had been damaged. Had it been something on Stolas’s cloak? It was a scratch. Dammit. A scratch that crossed from one side to another.

“Blitzø,” Stolas asked again, laying his hand on his shoulder.

“Stop!” Blitzo shrugged protectively over the choker. “You wouldn’t understand. You do not know—”

“Blitzø!”

Stolas’s voice was firm. Not a command. But firm. Blitzo immediately felt his body tense, but that included his thoughts. Everything stopped. Blitzo watched Stolas move to sit across from him, throwing off his cloak. The prince looked funny shrinking before Blitzo so he could look him in the eye. But even so, Stolas showed no softness. His eyes were steady and his face serious.

“Let me see.”

Blitzo wanted to fight, but there was something incalculably arcane in Stolas’s eyes. He opened his hands and showed his choker. Blitzo knew it must seem stupid to make such a big deal out of something that to anyone was just a minor scrape. But when he looked into Stolas’s eyes, he saw that he was regarding the object with complete seriousness.

“Can you let me fix it?”

“You can do it?”

“Of course, darling. I’m a Goetia Demon,” Stolas moved his fingers in such an elegant way to do so and his magic radiated around his hand. “Would you allow me...?”

Blitzo nodded and placed his choker on the hand that radiated power. His fingers tingled at the mere closeness. Stolas looked at him with a soft smile and bowed his head in thanks for trusting him. Blitzo watched as Stolas settled on the ground and held the choker in his hands, raising it as if it were a sacrifice. His eyes radiated and Stolas dropped his head back. The room disappeared for a few seconds. And although Blitzo still felt like he was sitting on the ground, what he saw around him was the universe itself. Hundreds of stars, thousands of colors, and no planets nearby. And from above his head, Blitzo could see a shooting star spiral down on them at great speed and fall into Stolas’s hands. The prince shone for a moment and then shadows surrounded him as if a beast from the Abyss wanted to come out.

And then they were back on the floor of the room. Stolas blinked for a few seconds and showed Blitzo his choker. Not only was the scratch gone, but it looked like new. Blitzo wanted to joke that that had been too extreme to fix something so simple, but Stolas leaned down and with extreme delicacy put on his choker. Stola’s fingers caressed his neck and gave him shivers. Blitzo could still feel the magic radiating from the skull. Stolas leaned his forehead against his.

“There you go. Now it’s indestructible. The universe will disappear and this will remain intact,” Stolas explained and gently rubbed his forehead against Blitzo’s. “You have nothing to worry about, darling.”

Blitzo had always enjoyed the fact that Stolas never pressed him to talk about himself or these kinds of obviously intimate things. Without questions or answers, Stolas had done this only because he had seen that it was important to Blitzo.

Hundreds of words stuck in his throat and Blitzo preferred to take Stolas’s face, slide his fingers through his feathers and let his claws caress his warm skin. Stolas narrowed his eyes at the touch, blushing slightly.

“I think I owe you a reward, right?”

“I didn’t—” Stolas’s eyes widened alertly.

“I know,” Blitzo scratched the prince’s feathers again until he calmed him down and smirked. “But I would like it if you ask me to reward you for an excellent job. I want to do it.”

Stolas nodded and tilted his face, searching for a kiss. As if that was rewarding enough for having done the most magnificent act Blitzo could imagine.

“Can I get a reward for fixing your choker, Blitzy?”

He pretended to think it over and then chuckled.

“I guess a show of appreciation is more appropriate.”

Blitzo tilted his face and kissed him, drawing Stolas to his body until they ended up lying on the ground, getting entangled between those kisses that carried much more.

Moxxie would be angry, but suddenly Blitzo didn’t care.

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Chapter 9: Smirk

Blitzo was a terrible influence because the first time he’d seen Stolas’s curious gaze on him as Blitzo climbed out of bed, he’d known it would happen. Blitzo assured Stolas that he wasn’t leaving yet and just needed a cigarette. Blitzo wasn’t surprised when he jumped over the railing and saw Stolas’s figure leave the bed and search for his robe. Blitzo clicked his tongue and shook his head. Stolas didn’t need to cover his body. Damn, actually, Blitzo liked to look at him like that and distract his gaze on Stolas’s aesthetic figure and the way his feathers changed size creating eye-pleasing curves.

He was already thinking about what hints he would give Stolas so that the next time they met he would wear one of those scandalous crop tops with intricate necklines that Stolas would surely look like the fantasy of the most depraved sinner. Blitzo was a hypocrite for complaining about costumes and then blurting out enough suggestions for Stolas to wear one.

Blitzo waited for the prince to be at his side and only then took out one of his cigarettes and held it between his lips before taking his lighter and letting the flame ignite the tip between puffs that let the humor out between his lips. A smirk formed on his lips because he knew Stolas was looking at him, and like the wretch that he was, Blitzo closed the distance between them and let the smoke caress the feathers on Stolas’s neck before offering to teach His Royal Highness how to smoke. Stolas had accepted with the same enthusiasm that a child would.

Terrible influence.

So, sometimes Blitzo needed a smoke.

It was one of the things Verosika had left him. A good cigarette after a long marathon in the sheets. It was pure gluttony, enjoying something and then giving yourself an extra treat for having enjoyed it so much. Doing it was nice, arrogant, and malicious. Blitzo found it pleasant. Stolas seemed to only smoke with him and for some reason that was an injection of pure pride straight to his heart. A part of him knew that as much as Blitzo wanted to brag about it, he wouldn’t.

When Stolas made a slight comment that the scent lingered on the body too long and clashed with his colognes and body oils, Blitzo knew what to do. And doing it because he really liked Stolas’s scent. Well, anyone would appreciate that their lover had such a pleasant fragrance that it changed tones according to how warm their body got, right? So Blitzo took Loona on a cigarette hunt, taking advantage of her daughter’s great sense of smell, and they both decided that the best option was also the most visually elegant.

The presentation was bluish black, with a gold band at the height of the filter. The flavor was perfect, a mix between cigarette and the spiciness of anise. So Blitzo bought a few of them, and the next time he was with Stolas, he lit one so the aroma would surround them. The effect was just perfect. The prince seemed under a spell from the scent and was moved by the elegance of the presentation, and Blitzo mentally congratulated himself.

Then, when he found himself smiling at the way Stolas had reacted, Blitzo reminded himself that it was part of the service he was giving in exchange for the book. Customer satisfaction, right? And, on the other hand, a small detail like cigarettes could easily pass as something that was included in their aftercare. Because Blitzo could be many things, but he knew how to respect the rules of a scene, before, during, and after. What Blitzo had no excuses for was the effect this little ritual had on him. And the way his heart raced with anticipation. Luckily, it was easy for him to hide it.

Blitzo took out one of the cigarettes and brought it to his mouth, hanging it with just enough pressure to hold it there as he reached for his lighter and fire appeared. The flame danced around the tip as he inhaled, and the concentrated flavor of tobacco and anise filled his system, burning his palate. The first puff was always too strong, and Blitzo was sure Stolas wouldn’t enjoy it. He put away his lighter, letting the smoke go in and out of his system a few times as he felt Stolas close the distance between them. When the feel of cigarette and anise were equal, Blitzo caught some of the smoke in his throat and held the cigarette between his fingers. Stolas locked his gaze on him, narrowing his eyes in that way that should be illegal for the effects it had on Blitzo. But he concentrated on holding the cigarette until Stolas caught it in his beak. But Blitzo didn’t release it yet. He felt the cigarette warm under his fingers, which meant Stolas was taking his time. Blitzo released the cigarette just in time for Stolas to stop looking at him and turn his face to let the smoke rise toward the ceiling. Blitzo followed suit, letting the trapped smoke burn his throat because of the anise in the process. Without turning, Stolas looked at him and smirked.

Damn attractive bird.

And fuck his damn sexy smile.

It was bad enough that Blitzo wanted to pull out his camera and take a picture. Right at that second. While Stolas had his hand elegantly folded up to hold the cigarette, his torso was arched indecently, and his profile was the satisfaction of a good night. Stolas was disheveled, his feathers pointed in different directions, and he still looked tired. The white feathers on his cheeks near his beak were raised because Blitzo enjoyed holding Stolas's face right there as he stared at him in the most decadent moments. How could someone look so beautiful when he was supposed to be a mess?

Fucking smile.

Stolas extended the cigarette in his direction, aiming it in such a way that Blitzo stretched out and was able to smoke it. Stolas’s fingers were raised in a V shape, with the cigarette between his fingers and the prince’s eyes seemed to want to devour him. Blitzo was grateful that he wasn’t the only one affected by their little ritual. How revealing would it be to ask Stolas if he had lust spells in that room? Because sometimes Blitzo felt too uneasy with how strongly he wanted someone he was only supposed to fuck for business. But instead, Blitzo pulled away enough to part his lips and lick the air between Stolas’s fingers as smoke temporarily covered his face.

Stolas’s gaze darkened, and he pushed Blitzo onto the bed, making him chuckle. The prince put out the cigarette against one of his horns and covered Blitzo with his body.

“I hope this means you have more time for me,” Stolas raised his face and smirked at him.

Blitzo shrugged and licked the air again. Because he was sure that if he tried to say something in that second, the only thing Blitzo was going to achieve was to make a fool of himself. So, he preferred to seduce Stolas.

Damn demon with his sexy smile.

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Chapter 10: Suggestion

Stolas stepped through the portal and was surprised to find the I.M.P. office completely silent. One of Loona's ears perked up for a second before she looked at him with the expression she always gave him: complete disinterest.

“They’re on a mission.”

“Oh...”

Loona raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to say something, and rolled her eyes.

“I don't know how long it will take.”

“I understand,” Stolas cleared his throat, sensing the tension in his voice. “Blitzø won't let you go with them?”

Loona sank deeper into her seat and groaned as she stared at her cell phone.

“Unless it's as bait. And only if it’s safe,” Loona left her cell phone on the table and pushed it away from her in annoyance. “Blitzø texted me that they’re fighting for a guy's soul against cherubs. I offered to help, and he said it was too dangerous.”

Stolas held back his comment because he knew it wouldn't help. But the cherubim were agents of good, with a moral code so high that they couldn’t even attempt against the life of demons. Their powers were extremely limited, and if Blitzo was fighting them, it must be more of a moral battle than a physical one. Totally harmless.

“You don't have to say it. I know,” Loona rested her head on the backrest and crossed her arms. “I don't mind.”

But she did.

Stolas noticed it. In the way she hugged her body to protect herself from even her own feelings and the way she looked to the side because Loona must have realized that by making eye contact with someone, her feelings were exposed. Her lips were pursed, and her cheeks slightly puffed out. Stolas detected that all of these features were identical to Blitzo.

If Stolas was honest, he didn't like Loona's disrespect for him. Not because he was a prince, but because he was an adult, a father, and… Blitzo’s. But seeing her there and alone, Stolas was reminded that Loona wasn't really that many years apart from Blitzo, Millie, and Moxxie. She wasn’t a kid. Loona was a young adult in many ways but still a teenager in others, just like Octavia. And Loona didn't want to admit it, but she really wanted to participate in the family business, not just be the secretary who stayed protected and safe.

Also…

“You are a hellhound,” Stolas moved to her and walked around the desk thoughtfully. “It's not in your nature to sit around answering calls.”

Furthermore, a hellhound had an instinct to protect others, mainly those they marked as their own. And even if she didn't want to admit it, surely Loona must have suffered on a primitive level seeing Blitzo go to the human world and not being there to protect him. Also, like some demons, hellhounds were social, it must not be pleasant for her to be left completely alone waiting for the rest to return.

That would explain why Loona used to leave the office so easily and go to public places, such as clothing stores and coffee shops.

“It's what Da— Blitzø doesn't understand!” Loona didn't move from her spot but was following him with her eyes. “I'm a demon, just like them, and he wants to protect me from cherubs? It’s…”

“Insulting?” Stolas ventured, taking long, slow steps around her desk.

“Degrading. Yes,” Loona growled, hunting him with her eyes. “You wouldn't understand.”

“You’re right about that, my dear.” Stolas stopped in front of her and tilted his face. “I’m a father too. At her youthful age, Octavia is more powerful than many demons. And one day, she will be more powerful than me. But still, the idea of exposing her to such a mundane danger as demons that are against the nobility or that she sets foot in the human world… It terrifies me.”

“You haven’t let your own daughter go to the human world?” Loona rolled her eyes. “Poor girl...”

“And you're right. But I have a little suggestion for you that neither Blitzø nor anyone else can find out about,” Stolas rested his hand on the desk and tilted his head to the other direction with a twinkle in his eye. “I can send someone here to train you in combat. Someone with a flexible schedule who is available when Blitzø and the others are not here.”

Loona raised an eyebrow. Her lips showed her sharp fangs that actually posed no danger to Stolas but were a serious threat to most demons in Hell.

“What do you gain from this?”

Of course, like the father, the daughter didn’t like favors.

Loona and Blitzo shared so many things that it was inevitable for Stolas to feel a painful sting of affection for Loona despite her total lack of respect and indifference towards him. Maybe that was exactly why he reacted so fatherly to her. It was exactly like dealing with another daughter much more rebellious than Octavia. But both Blitzo and Loona had that air of constant abandonment that they hid with cruel humor and apparent indifference. Blitzo had mentioned that Loona had been an orphan and Stolas could only wonder if she had grown up believing someone would adopt her and eventually give up hope. Exactly like Blitzo. They both had an aura of desolation behind their fangs and claws.

Would Loona also believe that she would eventually be abandoned by Blitzo in the same way that he seemed to believe that he was just temporary company of others?

“Take it as an investment in the future,” Stolas sit on the edge of the desk, looking around as he waved his hand casually. “As I said, I’m very protective of Octavia but one day I will have to let her venture out and live the experiences that I didn’t have. But I would like her to be protected. I know Blitzø doesn't do bodyguard work, but I need the best. Someone capable of protecting others,” Stolas looked down at her and lowered his voice. “I think you can be the best, my dear.”

Loona's eyes lit up and he saw her murmur that word «best». Blitzo always told Loona that she was that and more. But the hellhounds liked to earn their praise. For that alone, Stolas held back his desire to rub her behind her ears and tell her the truth.

“Do you want to train me to eventually protect your daughter?” Loona asked although it was obvious that what she wanted was to confirm the information.

“And when the time comes, you will be able to show Blitzø that he was wrong to leave you behind because you’re capable of fighting as many or more battles than him,” Stolas jumped from his spot and gracefully turned to look at her. “But it's just my humble suggestion to change your so… boring time in this lonely office.”

Loona let out a dry laugh.

“Yeah, I guess it'd teach Blitzø a lesson if one day I saved his pathetic ass,” Loona crossed her arms and lifted her chin. “But I also see your selfish reasons. You want someone close to your daughter's age to protect her because you know she's more likely to agree.”

“In addition to the fact that both share aesthetics, so hopefully you have common tastes and coexistence could become bearable,” Stolas lied completely, knowing how to hide his cards well.

“That makes more sense,” Loona relaxed. “I agree.”

“Magnificent, my dear. I will arrange everything for you to meet your instructor as soon as possible,” Stolas opened a portal and stepped back, returning to his room. “Remember, not a word to Blitzy or the others.”

She rolled her eyes and the portal closed.

Yes, it was a dangerous bet. But Loona was important to Blitzo, and she needed ways to vent her emotions to keep her mind much clearer. Blitzo always complained that Loona kept having angry outbursts, but Stolas was beginning to suspect that it was a lot of energy bottled up inside. On the other hand, if Loona knew how to defend herself and fight, she would know how to stay safe and by extension, she would do so with the rest of her family. Stolas couldn't just make Blitzo's daughter invulnerable. She wasn’t a necklace. But if Blitzo learned about his true intentions, he would surely stop Stolas’s help. So, a little deal with Loona was the best option.

Also…

He was hopeful that Loona and Octavia could get along. As absurd as that sound.

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Chapter 11: Nightmare

«Such a beautiful creature, above any of his expectations. And someone like that had chosen Blitzo. It almost seemed like an impossible dream, but he had never aspired to such a thing. They had started as a casual thing, an excuse that turned into something more.

Verosika was drinking in a bar, insulting some idiot in the same place that Blitzo used to go to for a distraction. It was actually she who caused the fight, just for fun. Blitzo noted how Verosika threw one of those decorative bottles into the head of someone and then blamed another demon. She laughed so hard and then dodged around a couple of drunks with the grace of someone who had done that a thousand times. Blitzo found that kind of chaos as his playground and soon joined in the luring, imitating voices, and using a bit of ventriloquism to make drunks dizzy about who and who not to hit. From opposite ends of the place, he and Verosika exchanged glances, and she laughed again with such sweet delight that Blitzo wanted to hear her voice up close. When everything got out of control, Verosika took him by the hand and they both drove away in her car, laughing non-stop. They both went to a restaurant open only at night, for people like them and another chaos arose there. They were both a bad influence. And they both understood each other. In less than twenty-four hours, Blitzo found himself in Verosika's apartment and didn't leave for two weeks. It was intense, fun, and chaotic. Some things caught fire and hundreds of things were destroyed. A lot of people got hurt, but they could act like they didn't care about anything or anyone.

Except for the two of them.

They were bad influences. One worse than the other. Blitzo lost every job he tried to get because he couldn't stop. Verosika was addictive, with her bad ideas, her glamorous life, and her sense of humor as cruel as his. She began to fail in her contracts, partying at night and sleeping during the day, constantly seeking the adrenaline rush of chaos that music or sex couldn't give her. They both watched each other's backs. Both were constantly destroying each other. Verosika couldn't refuse when he whispered some bad idea to her. Blitzo was under her spell the second she looked at him in that way that only promised trouble.

But after destroying everything and everyone around them, only they were left alone. So, they started destroying themselves and coming back. Again, and again. Blitzo didn't judge her when she wanted to do dangerous and careless things. Verosika only laughed when he disarmed himself and everyone to dust. And if one wanted to save themselves, the other was there to drag them back.

Blitzo could hear their voices like a music track on loop. It was always the same. And sometimes he and Verosika exchanged phrases because, in the end, they wanted the same thing. Return, destroy and leave. Repeat.

“Who is going to accept you like me?”

“No one is going to accept your darkest desires. Not like me.”

“Yes. I know this is the last time. I heard you loud and clear the others eight times.”

“I will always be there for you... Because only I can accept you as you are.”

They always started with some blackmail or sweet phrase.

“Now you want to be better? If you can't even hide that you want to come with me.”

“Do you think someone could love you? Accept it. You and I don't know how that feels.”

They could never admit that they would rather return to known danger than try new pain.

“I'll always be there for you. Why fake pride when we're back at this?”

“This is the last time. A sense of closure and burn the bridges. Now it will be different.”

But they always reached the point of no return. And the first one who wanted to escape was the villain from his little story of destruction.

“You live for pain, that's what you've become. And you always aspire for this time to be different. You shouldn't be so surprised that things go wrong between us. Again.”

“You have no shame, do you?”

But Blitzo believed that he learned his lesson. He believed that he had improved and learned from his mistakes. But he was obviously wrong.

It was no longer Verosika. Now it was Stolas.

Another train has gone off track heralding disaster. Another person neglected their duties because of Blitzo. And he wasn't better, without concentrating on his work or putting himself in danger because of Stolas. What should have been a one-time thing became something constantly. Something quicky now lasted all night. A monthly fuck was now something they did when they wanted. A business limited to the prince's bedroom, it now included his office, hotels, or Blitzo’s apartment when his daughter was away.

“Come over.”

Those two words in a text or during a call made Stolas drop everything and appear in Blitzo’s apartment, sitting on his lap and rubbing his head against his horns.

“I can't control myself when it comes to you...”

But Blitzo didn't even know if Stolas had other lovers. After all, the full moon was perhaps the only night of the month that Stolas had free. It wouldn't be strange if on other nights he had others. More professional and discreet lovers, surely. Blitzo was meant to be just Stolas’s rebel fun.

“No one is going to please you like me, pretty bird.”

Because despite having so many lovers, Blitzo had to be the best. At least that's what he could aspire to. The reason that now they shared more nights was that Blitzo did his job well but nothing more.

And yet… one day history would repeat itself. Such a beautiful creature, above any of his expectations. And someone like that had chosen Blitzo. It almost seemed like an impossible dream, but he had never aspired to such a thing. They had started as a casual thing, an excuse that turned into something more.

And that was going to hurt more than the last time.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Stolas's voice echoed in his mind. This time, not a memory. But as a prophecy. “But what did you expect to happen? You live for the pain.” Yes, it was true, Blitzo didn’t learn the last time. He deserved to hear these words, not from Verosika but from Stolas. Let's see if Blitzo understood it this time. “I'm not trying to embarrass you but who could love you when you've like this?” Yes, exactly. Blitzo sometimes got carried away with the sweet words from Stolas, but this was a good reminder. “No matter how much you want it, I can't fix you, darling. You’re afraid to be loved but you are so alone.”

Just…

Such a shame to fall into the same pattern again.

Who could love him?

Even less someone who just wanted just sex. Blitzo knew people like Stolas, full of affective words that they used lightly or as if they were a period at the end of a sentence. Little nicknames and sweet words. They meant nothing else. It was like using insults in bed because a little degradation accelerated the veins. Those words meant nothing beyond adding some spicy. People like Stolas preferred to make it sweeter. But it didn't mean anything else.

Blitzo had experience in these things so why was his mind making the same mistake as with Verosika? Stolas didn’t deserve to enter the chaos of destruction.

“You have no shame…”

Stolas's voice, intermingled with Verosika's, echoed in his mind.

They were right. Blitzo was just a selfish imp who aspired to more than others wanted to give him.»

“Blitzy? Blitzy! My darling, please wake up…”

Blitzo made a mental check of his surroundings. Just a dream. It had just been a bloody nightmare of noise and darkness. A prison of his mind. His legs and arms were clinging to something extremely soft. Stolas’s chest. His fingers clutched in his soft feathers. Blitzo recognized that he was in Stolas's arms, his face buried in the fluffy plumage of his chest. Blitzo was glad he hadn't been crying. Although it made sense not to. His dream had only been a small reminder of his past mistakes and that hopefully this time he could protect his heart from the imminent end. Blitzo had time. Of that he was sure. He still didn't catch feelings for Stolas.

“Blitzy…?” Stolas's fingers were massaging the space between his horns. “Darling, you were... whispering in your sleep.”

He burrowed deeper into his feathers and growled. Blitzo noticed that his tail was curled around Stolas's thigh, obviously refusing to let him go. Because his unconscious didn’t get the memorandum that his relationship with Stolas was purely business and nothing more. They weren’t boyfriends. They weren't exploring a relationship. Blitzo had no free rein to explore his feelings. Thanks to all the Rings of Hell for that.

“Did you hear something?” Blitzo asked without leaving his shelter and took a deep breath, enjoying the scent of Stolas as it blended perfectly between them.

“No… You were muttering against my chest,” Stolas confessed. “But… your tone of voice, Blitzy—”

“Perfect.” He pushed the prince onto his shoulders and sat on his abdomen, his tail rapidly flicking to capture Stolas's delicate wrists over his chest. “Everybody has problems. It's not a big deal.”

“But…”

Blitzo leaned over and leaned over Stolas, reaching for his face. The prince's hands moved between them, and his elegant hands rested on Blitzo’s chest. Not to push him away. It almost seemed like he wanted to cling to Blitzo. He smirked. It was better that way. Stolas clinging to him as part of his personality full of sweet words and actions as silk. Blitzo cupped the prince's chin and admired the way he took a shaky breath.

“Do you want to help me forget my dream?” Blitzo asked and slid his tongue right into the tip of Stolas's beak, where it was most dangerous. “Let me have you.”

And the phrase sounded like something else in his mind, but it left his lips like a promise to destroy Stolas just for a few hours, in the right way, until he forgot his name. And from the way the prince nodded vigorously, arching against his body, Blitzo knew it would all go wrong eventually.

But he still had time to jump off that train. A lot more time, so it wasn't so bad to enjoy the trip a little longer, right?

His nightmare wanted to echo in his mind, and he drowned it with everything Stolas could give him until not even Blitzo remembered his dream.

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Chapter 12: Cold

Stolas awoke to the constant whisper. He stretched out on the bed, feeling his feathers brush against the soft sheets. A smile formed on his lips when he noticed that Blitzo was clinging to his body with each of his limbs. Stolas remembered that the first time that had happened, he had believed that Blitzo might suffocate in his plumage, so he had spent hours listening to the imp breathe calmly. And yet, despite entire nights as irrevocable proof that Blitzo couldn’t choke like that, Stolas was still afraid, but not enough to dare ask Blitzo and ruin such a perfect moment.

He had learned his lesson quickly. If Stolas asked the wrong questions, Blitzo would simply stop his actions with some rather lame excuse. It was as if for every step they took in the direction his heart was in, Blitzo needed to take a few steps back. Stolas knew that what held them together was sex and only his feelings yearned for something he couldn't bring himself to put into words. So, Stolas was silent, because he was a coward, and he was afraid of losing something he had never experienced. Unlike Blitzo who could be ridiculously honest about his most embarrassing emotions and just as cryptic about those that should be beautiful.

They were both a mess.

“Verosika…”

That name…

Stolas felt as if someone had grabbed his head and plunged it into the icy water. Blitzo rubbed against his chest, his small body digging deeper into the longer feathers there, and he murmured something else. Stolas had to dodge Blitzo's horns as he turned his face from side to side, fighting his dreams.

“Verosika…”

It was as if that name was a rope that was surrounding Stolas's body and seeking to destroy him. He was disgusted at his own hypocrite. Wasn't he the one who was married? Wasn't Blitzo his paramour? Stolas was the one who had arranged a transaction between them that benefited him with moments like these. Why did he feel terrified to hear someone else's name on the imp's lips? Perhaps because it was a call. Almost a request. Blitzo's arms tightened around his body and Stolas dared to stroke the space between his horns, watching as Blitzo relaxed and seemed to laugh quietly.

Was he dreaming about Verosika? Was Blitzo remembering the good times that had happened between them? Stolas didn't know much about their relationship. Obviously, it was something that hurt Blitzo, to the point of preferring to hate his ex and not go into more detail. But from what little he knew, Stolas had realized that the dates never coincided. It hadn't been a relationship with a clear beginning or end. Perhaps they had returned countless times.

Maybe they'd get back together.

Those kinds of romances from novels that were full of passion and destruction that readers loved so much.

On one of his visits to Blitzo's office, days after the incident with Verosika, Moxxie had shared with Stolas, in great detail, Blitzo's interactions with the famous succubus. At the time, Stolas had provided just the right comments to inspire Moxxie enough to tell him all of his options and deductions behind an extremely complicated cup of coffee that Stolas had bought for him without Moxxie knowing it was a bribe for information. Stolas suspected that even then the little imp hadn’t realized his petty manipulation. But what Stolas had picked up from all that talk was that Verosika obviously resented Blitzo in the way that a wounded and still easily hurt heart could hate.

She must hate to love him.

That meant they could be together again.

In that dream, did his imp ache to get back together with the famous and dangerous singer? Surely Verosika had more in common with Blitzo than Stolas. So that would be understandable. And his bloody imagination, which was sometimes a blessing and now a curse, told Stolas that if Blitzo was so good in bed with him, how would things be with Verosika who had not only experience but a natural gift? Surely Stolas could never hope to be on the same level as her. Furthermore, Verosika and Blitzo were a couple and not a sexual transaction.

Blitzo kept mumbling without really forming any real words. Like a riddle, Stolas could barely understand some and what he could understand was only daggers of ice straight into his mind, sinking into his heart and piercing his thoughts. Blitzo was whispering something about one last time or that only Verosika could understand. Stolas wanted to scream that it shouldn't necessarily be true, that he longed for that position. Or did Blitzo not realize that Stolas was nothing like a moral compass? After all, it was because of his destructive nature and moral anarchy that Stolas had fallen in love with Blitzo in the first place. But he kept quiet, preferring to move in such a way that his hands found the spikes on Blitzo's back, gently stroking them to calm his dreams. Hopefully changing them. And with a bit of luck adapt them to his image instead of that succubus's. Stolas leaned protectively over the mark on Blitzo's forehead and kissed him there.

But he didn't move because apparently Stolas just wanted to torture himself more, finding the necessary excuse to hear him better.

And his heart broke as he heard Blitzo gasp against his chest. His hands tightened on his body, plucking a few feathers in the process, but that didn't matter. Stolas hugged Blitzo more protectively, yearning for the first time for the power of angels or healing deities to help his precious imp. He had been noticing all this time that Blitzo rarely really smiled, in that genuine and non-derogatory way. Stolas longed to heal him. Because the greatest cruelty that Blitzo possessed wasn’t in his casual attitude or dangerous mouth, but in the way, he treated himself as if he didn’t deserve company. But lately, perhaps with the ambition, he had no right to have, Stolas wondered what it was that Blitzo kept so guardedly in his mind. Because it must not be anything good.

What was Blitzo so afraid of? Beyond the obvious things that made Blitzo…who he was. So magnificently dangerous to the soul.

Blitzo gasped again against his chest and Stolas cooed softly, trying to calm him down. He wanted to tell him that he was safe, but Stolas didn't dare. What if Blitzo’s frustration was due to his longing to return to Verosika and the destructive passion they shared? Being so, Stolas was one of his obstacles and therefore his company was anything but the salvation that Blitzo really wanted, right?

“Stolas…”

He froze, thinking that Blitzo had woken up. But when the imp's grip didn't loosen, Stolas felt relieved and hope. Blitzo had said his name. And just like before, it had sounded almost like a plea. The tone of voice filled every space in his body with hope for something that surely couldn't be. But Blitzo began to whisper, like a chant. «No». Over and over, on the brink of painful panic.

“He's going to leave me too...”

And once again Stolas wanted to scream. Because that was the most absurd idea that Blitzo could have. How could someone as skilled as his imp be so dumb? How had Blitzo not realized that despite all the times he seemed to want to push him away, Stolas was still there? Even if Blitzo tried to run away from whatever was tormenting him, Stolas wasn't planning on letting him go. Because the moment he repaired Blitzo's choker, he knew he was vowing to do anything for his imp's happiness. Anything. Because Stolas longed to break the ice covering Blitzo's selective silences.

But their whole relationship was far from going in that direction...

And yet Stolas placed soft kisses at the base of each of Blitzo's horns, seeking to soothe those muffled words.

«How am I going to leave when you have all of me?»

Very few things could keep him away from Blitzo. The same ones that Blitzo would have if he had the same feelings as him. The safety of his daughters, for example.

«If you would only let me give you my hand… you could take my whole arm if it could mean that you were saved»

But he didn't say anything, he just calmed the demon in his arms and heard it sigh against his chest. Of that type of long and deep sighs, which would easily seem about love. Stolas would have wanted it to be something like that because things would be much easier if there was love between the two of them. But instead, it was the uncertainty of two fragmented lives.

Stolas would always prefer that to nothing.

And yet, when he heard Blitzo choke back a sob, Stolas couldn't take it anymore. He would have to wake his imp and pretend he hadn't heard anything. For the last time, Stolas closed his eyes and kissed the mark on Blitzo's forehead, longing to swear to him, over his every feeling, that he wasn't planning to go anywhere, but held back for fear of waking him up and losing him.

“Blitzy…?” Stolas straightened up to give him some room, but let his fingers caress the space between his horns. “Blitzy!” Stolas improvised, letting every fear come back to him, to remind him that he couldn't tell his imp the truth. “Darling, please wake up.” Because he wasn't ready to confirm if Blitzo missed his ex or actually wanted something between him and Stolas. “Blitzy…? You were… whispering in your sleep.”

And as he felt Blitzo awaken at his voice, Stolas decided that silence and ignorance could be a cold and cruel blessing.

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Today's song was "Grita" by Jarabe de Palo. «Let go now and tell me. We are here for that. For the good and for the bad. Cry now and laugh later. If I run away, you grab me by the neck. And if I don't listen to you: Yell! I hold out my hand, you grab the whole arm. And if you want more then: Yell.»

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Chapter 13: Work

Notes:

The song mentioned in this chapter is "Play with Fire" by Sam Tinnesz and you can find it in the playlist

They were assassins, specialized in humans. But a good payment could achieve the impossible. Especially when it was the promise of easy, uncomplicated work. It was just that and nothing more.

Infiltrate a high society party to get some incriminating photos?

Easy. Millie had disguised herself as part of the staff, walking between the important demons without anyone questioning what she was doing from one side to the other. No one would suspect that she was distracting their target while he was on the move, arranging future appointments for illicit business. And while that was going on, Moxxie used his sniper skills to take some great photos from the vents.

What did it matter that was an Ars Goetia’s party?

It was pure coincidence. All of that was easy work. It wasn't even relevant that Blitzo had found out that Stolas would be there with his wife and daughter. Actually, he found it funny. If Blitzo got too bored, he could warm up the prince in some dark corner of the event or maybe on a balcony. But that was irrelevant to his job.

Had the chance to have fun at Stolas's expense been the reason Blitzo had stepped into a supporting role and let M&M take the lead?

Absolutely not. The imps at the event were the same type as Moxxie and Millie, so Blitzo couldn't be the distraction. Moxxie was the best with ranged weapons, so it made sense that he would take the pictures and Millie would be undercover. It was just a matter of logic and good organization. Blitzo was just that excellent at his job as boss.

“Everyone in position?” He confirmed to the rest of his team through his intercom.

“In position,” M&Ms responded in chorus, then giggled.

One day Blitzo was going to sit down with Millie and ask her how someone like her had gotten into a committed relationship with Moxxie. Then he would ask him what he had seen in someone like Millie to make him fall in love with someone so different.

Only for curiosity. Obviously. Blitzo didn't think the effect Moxxie had on Millie was comforting or that he had experienced firsthand what it was like to have someone devoted and elegant constantly reassuring him.

Blitzo shook his head, dismissing those thoughts, and seated on the vent he was occupying above the tables full of avian demons. That would be an extremely easy mission. Blitzo lay on his belly, deciding to make the best of it because he could be in that position for quite some time while his team got to work.

His gaze wandered from one table to another. The music of the event was light, like any ballroom dance or a sector set in previous centuries. Blitzo rolled his eyes. What did the nobility have with their boring music? His ears lamented to hear even contemporary music transformed into something to slow dance. After that work, he was going to suggest Moxxie and Millie to go to a bar with some good rock band. He chuckled imagining how Stolas would react in such a place after being trapped in this pompous party.

Bingo.

Blitzo found the table where the Stolas family was sitting with several other demons. His throat went dry. Yes, that was Stolas, he would recognize that figure wherever he went, but at the same time… The prince was unrecognizable. This wasn't the perverted, dramatic demon who easily fell to his knees before Blitzo and looked perfect doing it. That was…

Stolas, the Goetia Prince of Hell, son of the King of the Ars Goetia.

That was a different demon than the one Blitzo knew.

From his position, he could see Stolas's profile. The prince was wearing a black and red suit so elegant and distinguished that Blitzo couldn't help but feel the fabric of his own jacket. Stella, sitting next to her husband in such a way that her body was turned in his direction, was talking to the rest of the demons at the table, exchanging glances with Stolas from time to time. Blitzo noticed that Octavia's mother was wearing a…

Fuck…

Even Blitzo had to admit that the bitch looked incredible.

Her dress was elegant, from what little he could see, it was the kind of dress that anyone would be counting the seconds to go home and bite off or worship her under it. Not him, because he obviously had better taste than someone like her. But Blitzo was furious. He could barely tell that the skirt was black, surely matching Stolas's attire, just as the golden belt around her waist was matching Stolas's vest buttons. And the top was dark red, like Stolas's shirt. In Stella, the garment covered her chest but gradually became transparent giving it sobriety but highlighting her curves. Blitzo hated to admit that she didn't look all that pretentious.

And Stolas didn’t take his eyes off her.

On the table, the prince's hand was on Stella's and Blitzo noticed that Stolas was wearing black gloves that ended in black rhinestones simulating sharp claws. The lights reflected off the jewels and drew anyone's attention to the movement of his elegant fingers on Stella's hand. The demons laughed at something she said, and Stolas made another comment, gently squeezing her hand and leaning further in her direction.

In all of Hell, what was that?

It was Stolas's turn to speak, confidentially leaning back in his chair and waving his hand in the air, catching everyone's attention. Blitzo took a closer look at the red shirt he was wearing, gathered around his shoulders and with black roses printed on it, making it more elegant. The black vest highlighted his figure, his slender waist that fit so well between Blitzo's hands and his chest emphasized by the many buttons on his shirt that were open and made the closed vest sinfully cupped his chest. Blitzo swallowed hard as Stella called an imp and took two glasses. One for Stolas, who smiled at her, and one for her, who smiled behind her drink.

They looked good.

They looked exceedingly good together.

If it wasn't because Octavia was there, in a dress that emulated the night full of stars of the human world and she couldn't hide her annoyance in front of her parents, Blitzo would have believed that he was in a parallel world. But no, the teenager was there, dressed up as if she were a lady, pretending to hear what her parents were saying but unable to hide her distaste for it all.

Was that an act? But why? Ever since Blitzo had known that bitch, Stella had never hidden her dislike for Stolas. Although he had only seen her talk to those who could be her close group. But still.

If that was an act.

Dammit…

It was a perfect one

Stolas looked like a prince from hell, far above any other demon present there. His demeanor, movements, and way of moving were the epitome of everything Blitzo hated. He would never sleep with that Ars Goetia who had everyone at the table drinking from his words.

A new song started, completely different from the others. More decadent and as if that had been his signal, Stolas stopped and stood up. The prince said something as he took off his vest and extended his hand to Stella to lead her to the dance floor.

Damn… maybe he would never sleep with Prince Goetia of Hell, son of the King of Ars Goetia. But his Stolas in those tight pants and that perfectly tailored red shirt that framed his back? Nothing in Hell could stop Blitzo from possessing him into a beautiful mess.

His Stolas?

Suddenly that vent turned hot, or was it just his idea?

Stolas and his wife reached the dance floor and the demons that had previously been there retreated, giving them space. Stella put her hands on Stolas's shoulders, and he put his arms securely around her waist. And they danced. Blitzo felt his jaw drop.

Because Stolas, Prince Goetia of Hell, was a noticeably confident predator.

The demon began to guide his wife, as if hunting her, gaining ground, and spinning her in his arms until Stella's back was against his chest. She raised her hand and Stolas captured it to kiss her palm before turning her around again as if he couldn't resist looking at her face. Blitzo felt his claws ripping the metal of the air duct because Stella was admiring Stolas with a look somewhere between love and pure desire.

What the hell?

The song's lyrics haunted Blitzo, reminding him how insane and dangerous it was to be careless during a mission. He couldn't even feel betrayed by what he was seeing. Whatever it was. But like the scent of gasoline, Blitzo had no control over watching as Stolas lit something in him and Blitzo felt the heat rise from inside him.

He had always loved playing with fire.

The couple danced exceedingly close, sinfully intimate, yet so graceful. Something that Blitzo could never achieve. Stolas guided his wife down the dance floor without leaving her, his hands devotedly caressing her curves, teasing anyone, but respecting her. Stella clung to his shoulders and caressed the hem of his shirt provocatively. The next second, she whirled, letting her black skirt rise high enough to show off her legs, but not high enough, because she was a goddess and existed only for her husband. They never broke eye contact, Stolas always sought to have her in his arms, tilting her in such a way that the lights of that place illuminated the translucent and reddish fabric as if it were fire or stars kissing Stella's neckline. They danced together and the world fell silent. Stella took Stolas's face in her hands, drawing him in for a kiss.

Stolas seemed to yearn for her closeness.

Blitzo wanted to look away. They were married. Obviously, they were supposed to kiss. What was wrong with Blitzo? But his eyes didn't move, because as always, he couldn't seem to look away from Stolas. Even if he was with his wife. It was the kind of chaos that Blitzo always felt called him to be consumed. Pure gasoline and flames rising.

Stella dodged Stolas at the last moment, calming Blitzo for a second. But Stolas buried his face in his wife's neck and lifted her by the waist off the ground so that she had to lean against his body. Blitzo bit his tongue, because it was like watching an intimate, legendary, and instinctive dance that he had no right to hate and be attracted to at the same time. But like every confused feeling and impulse of those months, it was all Stolas's fault.

Blitzo could only watch as the fire rose in front of his eyes. The chorus of the song reminded him that looking was his choice. Stolas didn't even know he was there. But hadn't Blitzo said that he liked to play with fire? There it was. A fire worthy of myths and Blitzo’s mind couldn’t even consider anything but Stolas, leaving Stella in the background as she descended, and the prince kissed her hand.

The music ended.

Wasn't Blitzo's job to play with fire?

The audience applauded.

That was the world to which Stolas belonged.

“How are you doing with the photographs, Moxxie?” His voice was hoarse, and he cleared his throat.

“I have enough, sir. But it could take a few—”

“Good. Let’s go. We don't get paid to create an album and this duct is starting to feel like a fucking oven. How about you, Millie?” Blitzo watched as the couple returned to the table and Stolas adjusted his wife's chair before sitting down. She moved her chair closer to him, so discreetly that no one but Blitzo noticed.

Was that acting? Down to the smallest detail?

“All in order, Blitzø. I’m near the side exit for staff.”

“Perfect. See you in ten.” He ordered and made his way out of the vent.

Moxxie joined him at the exit and they both got into the van, picking up Millie. Blitzo turned the music up to maximum volume to drown out all conversation.

If that was an act —because it had to be, Blitzo was no fool—, it only meant the worse. That was a sign that Stolas could deceive anyone. Blitzo understood why Stolas would have to keep up appearances and it was clear that this event was important. But the perfection with which both acted? Their looks? The way they danced? How perfect were they together? That bitch had acted so in love… And Stolas? For the first time in his life, Blitzo almost believed that the prince had some sort of attraction to Stella. Their hands touched each other, their gazes locked between them. The entire world was just a spectator to that opera of romance and desire that could fool anyone. But Blitzo knew Stolas. Damn, he had heard Octavia and he wasn't going to miss the words of the victim of that marriage wrapped in red silk.

Everything he had seen was false.

But that was it.

If Stolas could trick and manipulate anyone. That meant Blitzo had only fallen under Stolas's perfect serving and adoring performance in his submission role. Beautiful and lustful submission. But a role after all. Just like Blitzo did when he played his part, cruel and attentive, full of praise and insults. They were both acting, he reminded himself. He had said that to himself thousands of times, but this time he had seen irrefutable proof of how good Stolas was at lying. And the faster Blitzo understood how incredible Stolas was in his role, the more his heart could understand that there were no feelings between them. Hopefully in the future, before the train crashed, they could have a good dynamic, plus undoubtedly chemistry.

And in the hypothetical and impossible scenario that all this had not been an act, Blitzo reminded himself that in the end, he was a lover of the prince. And he shouldn't care about the passion that could exist in that marriage that was falling apart. After all, Blitzo was an expert at dousing everything with gasoline and then standing there while the fire consumed everything. Desiring and hating each other could be an option, right?

“Do you want to go to a bar?” Blitzo asked loudly, with a devouring smile.

Because when he felt miserable he pretended to be the best of the best.

“Yes!” Millie jumped on him and brushed her cheek against his. “I have a lot of energy accumulated. Let's drink and dance!”

“Watch out, M, I'm going to believe you want to kiss me. And if you do it Moxxie will have to do it too,” Blitzo scoffed, listening to Moxxie complain and Millie giggle as she planted a kiss on his cheek. “Then let's drink until we forget our good work!”

And hopefully, put out the fire inside him.

Notes:

I just got back from a night out, but I made a commitment to you to update daily, so here I am! But I really want fries and nuggets. I have a terrible craving for nuggets, you know?

I hope you like this chapter. I wanted to write a scenario where Stolas wasn't the joke of his peers. Even if he was faking a good relationship with Stella for her benefit. But still, I like to think that Stolas does know how to engage his audience because he was raised to do so.

I love the dance (and the song is so Stolitz), which he practiced with Stella until it came out perfect as Stella wanted. After all, she went far so that Blitzo could witness firsthand the real distance that existed between him and Stolas.

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Chapter 14: Music

Curiously, Octavia's music was excessively loud. Stolas read the last message Blitzo had sent him. Twenty minutes ago, the imp had said he was about to arrive. That was weird. Though, Stolas wasn't sure about a lot of things with Blitzo lately. Their meetings were still intense and passionate, but Stolas could feel that he had hit a wall that hadn’t been there before. It only existed in small details that, as always, made him feel like they had taken one step forward, but two steps back.

Now Blitzo was going to make him wait?

It was a mystery. And unlike the casual stuff between them, where Stolas could call out and irritate his imp, this seemed like part of the sudden wall that had sprung up between them. So Stolas didn’t want to press.

A sigh escaped his lips.

Relationships were difficult.

«Especially when you seek emotional connections in a sexual relationship that you requested.»

Instead, he took the opportunity to talk to Octavia, hopefully explaining to her that it was polite to turn down the volume on her loud and intense music. Perhaps without telling her his opinion on that genre that she seemed to enjoy so much. Stolas didn't want to push her too hard either, because it was one of the few times his daughter listened to music without headphones. On the occasions that she did, it was because Stella wasn’t in the palace. But the volume was excessive. Although it wasn't like their kind could go deaf, still… It must not be healthy.

Parental instincts and logic didn’t always go hand in hand.

Stolas left his room in search of his daughter and was surprised to notice the music coming from the tea room in his wing of the palace. No wonder Stolas had heard the noise so close, the place was technically below his bedroom. Curious. Now he was much more intrigued as to why his daughter had chosen that place. When Stolas got close enough, he noticed that the curtains were drawn and there were pink interspersed with purple lights coming from there despite it being a nice evening and the natural lighting was still excellent.

He heard Octavia laugh, too.

Did they have visitors…?

Stolas moved more quietly, though the music was so loud that murder could happen in the palace and Octavia wouldn't notice. Well, maybe he was exaggerating a bit, but it was advisable to lower the volume! For… education.

“I knew that you would like it.”

Blitzo's voice made Stolas press against the wall. Octavia's laughter echoed through it. His daughter ululated with delight.

“You say it's a human band?” She yelled to be heard over the music.

There it was, if they lowered the volume they wouldn't have to yell! Stolas wasn’t exaggerating things.

“Yes! I admit I'm more into rock, but…” Blitzo joked at the end.

“This is rock,” Octavia defended but didn't sound upset.

“Punk rock, princess. I can't believe that of the two of us I'm the purist,” Blitzo laughed loudly.

“Oh, sure, it's not strange that you prefer the classic,” Octavia responded sarcastically.

Stolas didn't understand what they were talking about, but something in his chest tightened when he noticed how they both seemed to speak the same language just because they shared a common taste. Stolas longed for that, but sometimes he believed that the only thing that bound him to his daughter were the stars, and many times he feared that Octavia felt that it was her obligation to love them because of her future as heiress. But on the other side of that wall was Blitzo talking and joking with Octavia as they listened to depressing music played on intense instruments.

“Oh, you're going to like this one,” Blitzo signaled when a new song started. “You don't know the hell I've been through. You don't know the price I've paid.” He laughed. “Perfect teen drama.”

“I'm going to kick you,” Octavia threatened. “One hit and straight to the floor.”

Stolas straightened up. Had his daughter just disrespected an adult? His perfect girl was attempting to use violence for a little joke from his imp?

They both laughed.

Oh.

Oh.

That too had been a joke.

Silly Stolas.

“Just listen and tell me if it's not teen drama like the one you hear,” Blitzo insisted. “It talks about wanting to die and that life is an unfair game where no one wants to help you!”

“Oh, shall we go that way, old man? Your music talks about revenge, sex, and drugs. So mature, right?”

Stolas covered his mouth with his hand to drown out the sound of pure reproach he felt. Where had his little girl learned that?

“Damn, girl! This is Hell! My taste in music only reflects the best here,” Blitzo howled, and they both laughed. “But only when you're an adult, princess. The best is enjoyed with mental maturity.”

“Didn't you do those things as a teenager?” Octavia joked.

“I did, that and more. But you are better than your father and me,” Blitzo spoke so casually as if he weren't lifting Stolas's soul to paradise and filling his mind with the impossible with such words. “You don't want to end up like me, with a bunch of exes who would pay for you to be dead.”

“I must admit, it's impressive that your list of conquests is filled with celebrities... and royalty,” Octavia joked. “What's your secret?”

“Princess, you’re a celebrity and royalty. What I must teach you is to avoid walking disasters like me,” Blitzo answered confidently. “This song is good. Let me see the name… There it is. Karma. A classic.”

Stolas didn't even notice that the songs had changed. Everything sounded the same to him. A series of wails and screams that seemed to be accelerated, as if they wanted to finish the song quickly.

“She is a lover and a warrior? Is she a natural disaster?” Octavia ululated and closed her beak multiple times, condescending. “Your ego is gigantic.”

“Are you accusing me of being a lousy decision?”

“Didn't you say you were a walking disaster?”

“Ouch! Princess, those claws are for our geared enemies, not me. You hurt my soul!”

Stolas felt that his heart was going to explode with emotion. Was Blitzo aware of how that conversation sounded? It was exactly the kind of dynamic he would have longed for between Octavia and Stella. Sure, more refined maybe. But this was a thousand times better. A natural conversation, under a common theme, talking about the fun part of life, casual advice on relationships and…

Just hearing Octavia laugh.

That, as a father, was what made it all meaningful.

Stolas knew that his daughter had a strong temper beneath her apparent indifference. That was why he tried to calm her down when Octavia got upset because she still hadn't controlled her powers and she could cause cosmic terror by accident. But it was worrying and moving to hear her being herself; critical, dismissive, and mocking, without censorship while talking to Blitzo. Stolas thought that perhaps, inadvertently, he had soothed his little girl with his attitude… what did Blitzo use to call it? The attitude of a sophisticatedly petulant spoiled prince.

“Oh,” Octavia commented with genuine interest. “This song sounds great...”

And for Stolas everything was still the same.

“What good taste, princess. This is my favorite,” Blitzo responded relaxed as the lyrics of the song played over them. “Harder to Breath.”

“Oh really?” Octavia sang. “I wonder why it's your favorite.”

“You're giving me the same look your father gives me when he thinks he can read my mind…” Blitzo trailed off and sounded defensive. “You guys can't read minds, can you?”

“I'm sorry to tell you but no. It's just obvious what you're thinking sometimes,” Octava didn’t press about the song. “What is the name of the band?”

“Letdown. What? Do you want me to talk them into doing something horrible so they end up here so you can have them for your birthday party?” Blitzo joked.

“That sounds good…”

Stolas had to restrain himself from coming out of hiding at how confident his daughter sounded. She was still too young to wish for the selfish murder of humans for her own personal delight! But Octavia made that mocking noise with her beak again, and Stolas berated himself for acting like a moral father when he was eavesdropping on a conversation.

“Look, behave yourself and… What do you do besides go to school? Because I'm not going to promote the educational system. I don't want you to end up like Moxxie,” Blitzo scoffed.

“Oh, I see what's going on here. Blitzø is the cool dad, right? I study to interpret prophecies. It’s fun. I like the stars.”

“Well, that's more useful. Give your father a break and do your part of the studies and I'll take you to their concert in the human world. What do you say?”

“Dad wouldn't allow it,” Octavia sounded defensive.

But if it was with Blitzo, yes, he would! Stolas wanted to remind her that he only wanted to protect her, and he knew that his little Octavia wouldn’t be in better hands than those of his imp.

“He doesn't have to know, princess. I'm not here to give you a good example,” Blitzo scoffed. “And speaking of your father, I should go find him or he's going to send his security team for me.”

“You know he fired them because they got in the way of your fun, right?” Octavia responded picaresque. “The wards are now mostly magical because a certain imp was constantly getting caught climbing walls and kept complaining about it.”

Stolas felt his cheeks blush. The music stopped and he ran back to his room, throwing himself on his couch to look casual. While he calmed his breathing, Blitzo got there with a smirk.

“I know you were listening to us, feather duster,” Blitzo raised an eyebrow. “I'm a professional assassin, you know?”

“Oh…” Stolas lowered the book. “I didn't want to interrupt you,” He admitted.

“You don't have to worry, if I take Octavia to the human world, I'll let you know. But it's more fun if she thinks she's doing something behind your back,” Blitzo closed the distance between them and jumped up onto the divan, crawling toward him.

That and it was a good strategy to gain Octavia's trust in case one day she needed someone, and she was afraid of upsetting Stolas.

“It's very nice what you do with her.” He confessed.

Blitzo shrugged.

“A happy daughter is a happy dad, right?” Blitzo responded as if it was no big deal.

“Well, you are the cool dad.”

“I’m a cool dad,” Blitzo nodded and ran his tongue across his teeth. “But I know a certain person who likes it better when I'm a strict one, right?”

Stolas felt himself slide down the seat, under Blitzo's body. He would have liked to talk more with his imp, but like the last few times, Blitzo wanted to go straight to the main event and Stolas didn't argue. But as he nodded, it was hard for him to forget how comforting it was to see how his daughter and his lover had such a good relationship.

With moments like this, how was he supposed to stop loving Blitzo?

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Chapter 15: Vacation

Blitzo couldn't find Striker. Dammit. They were better than this. He and his team had come a long way and were in better sync than ever! How was it possible for them to fail? Millie was incapacitated, Loona with bad timing, Moxxie got knocked out, and he arrived too late.

He took refuge behind one of the buildings in the square, trying to catch his breath. By then Striker must have been too far away.

“Blitzy…?”

He closed his eyes and raised his hand to silence Stolas. How had he found him? That was a mystery. But it was the worst moment for the prince to show up and remind him that if Blitzo had taken a second longer to find Millie and go to save Moxxie, Stolas would be dead by now.

What kind of vacation were those?

Blitzo took a deep breath, his tongue brushing against his teeth, over the roof of his mouth, and he forced his jaw to relax.

“So much for feeling safe at this festival, uh?” He growled and faced the prince, telling him absolutely everything.

How he had seen Striker acting suspicious, coming back from the back of the barn, and when he followed the bloodstains, he found Millie, struggling to get free of a bear trap but more desperate for Moxxie. Blitzo helped her out, feeling his ears ringing and he ran back to the house only to find Striker pointing a blessed weapon directly at Stolas. For a second, he stopped his story because the memory was still too disturbing. Blitzo found himself burying his face in his hands, moving from side to side, reviewing the cold anger he felt at that moment, knowing he had to press carefully. Then the realization that Striker wanted him and apparently that was the only reason Millie and Moxxie were still alive. The only reason Striker hadn't shot Stolas and talked to Blitzo instead.

“Once again, my greatest skill is my sex appeal.” He spat out loud, looking up at the distinctively colored sky above them. “Lucky me, right?”

Everything had gone wrong. That bastard made him almost shoot Moxxie. Blitzo almost killed the other imp. Oh, he lost what was left of his composure at that moment and was very willing to break every limb and organ of Stiker. But they lost.

A team of professional assassins against a mercenary. And they lost!

Blitzo leaned against the wall and slid to the floor to sit down. He needed to pull himself together and get back to his team, full of spicy jokes and a lighthearted attitude to keep the group's morale up. If Blitzo let it be seen that they really could die, he knew the rest would fall apart.

“Worst of all is that I was also deceived. I can't afford to be deceived!” Blitzo glared at Stolas, who was playing with his hands, as tall as a pillar, not really knowing what to do with Blitzo at that moment. “I’m the boss, I take the risks and I assume the dangers. I can't be blinded by charismatic people who could easily destroy my team or ruin their lives if they wish…”

That last bit he spat out because he no longer knew if he was talking about Striker or Stolas. But that made the prince react because he took off his cloak and put it on the ground, kneeling in front of Blitzo and extending his hands to take his. He allowed it. What difference did it make? In other circumstances, Stolas would be dead. Blitzo would be dead. In another reality, Millie could have bled to death from that bear. In another world, Striker would have gotten Blitzo to shoot Moxxie.

In another reality...

So many things would be different.

What did it matter if Stolas took his hands in this one?

“Moxxie matters a lot to you, don't you?”

Blitzo pushed back but Stolas didn't let go.

“You are always more protective of him. The idea of him getting hurt disturbs you more than the rest…” Stolas shrugged, a small smile forming on his lips. “Millie and you care about him a lot even though he's very skilled.”

Why were they talking about that?

Why did it sound like Stolas wanted to tell him that he suspected Blitzo was in love with Moxxie?

In another world? Maybe. A long time ago, that could have been a possibility. But not only Moxxie. It wasn't just him who had caught Blitzo's attention. But now? That possibility was so far away that it sounded impossible. His stupid heart had taken a detour, like a pirate, towards a destiny full of gold, marble, and rubies. Precious rubies.

“It's not what you think...” Blitzo looked at their hands. “Most of the time I want to strangle Moxxie and not in a fun way, you know? But the way Moxxie reacts to Millie? That’s something. She is dangerous, reckless, bloodthirsty, and chaotic but Moxxie looks at her like…”

“...she was the monarch of the firmament, the most delicate person and his knight in shining armor,” Stolas agreed with a knowing smile. “Does Moxxie's love for Millie appeal to you?”

Blitzo shrugged. That was better than admitting the truth.

“And Millie is amazing. I don't think there is an imp more beautiful and deadly than her. You haven't seen it, but her best smiles are when she's killing someone,” Blitzo laughed. “Millie lives for destruction. In battle, no one has synchronized with me as much as Millie. Her flirtatiousness is so natural that I don't think she even knows she does it, and her sweet words are so warm... But do you know how happy she looks with Moxxie? How calm is she with him? It's hard for you to imagine that someone so vile…”

“…be so dedicated and protective, able to enjoy things that you know she wouldn't regularly do but that makes her husband happy,” Stolas agreed. “I have also seen them. I also know how they’re with you and you with them, Blitzy. I know that Millie, Moxxie, and Loona are the most important to you. I know that Moxxie acts more like Loona's severe parent figure and Millie is just as aware of her safety as you are. I know you appreciate having them because they’re another example for Loona, especially about what Loona should look for in a relationship. And they are your happy place.

“Excuse me…?” Blitzo tried to laugh, waving his hand in the air. “It’s not that big of—”

“Are you going to tell me that part of going to Loo Loo Land wasn't because it was one of Millie's happy memories even though that amusement park made you so miserable, darling?” Stolas reached out his hand and caressed his cheek.

“Millie talks a lot about her childhood and her family. She helped me a lot with girl issues when it came to Loona. So, it was my way of not being indebted to her. I don't like to owe people anything,” Blitzo shrugged, feeling his cheeks heat up. “I know it seems like I'm always on top of Moxxie, but the truth is that Millie and I understand each other without words. Which is damn perfect for me. I obviously knew Loo Loo Land was going to make her happy. More so if she could go on a date with Moxxie.”

“And you didn't agree to put your clients on hiatus and come here because both Millie and Moxxie are from here?” Stolas took his chin. “Because it would make Millie happy and therefore Moxxie.”

He looked away and shrugged.

“Without your book...”

“Blitzy, I know how you work,” Stolas smiled. “You also have paperwork and accounting. And instead of doing that, you decided to give them a vacation.”

“It’s not a big deal, Stolas…”

“And the other vacations they've had? The northern lights, for example. Didn't you choose that place because Moxxie kept talking about it?” Stolas pressed a little harder, but he was smiling. “The beach? You mentioned that Moxxie said he wanted to go.”

“How…?” Blitzo shook his head and looked at him doubtfully. “How do you know all this?”

“Because you keep talking about them, silly.” Stolas laughed softly. “And you guys upload photos all the time. The story tells itself. Millie and Moxxie are your biggest platonic relationship. Obviously, you almost lost your temper when you saw Millie suffering and your thirst for revenge clouded you when Moxxie almost got hurt because of your gun. They are important to you! And you were here on vacation, Blitzy. Not on a mission. You are magnificent but not even the gods can be prepared for everything.”

Blitzo pushed himself forward and buried his face in the soft feathers on Stolas's chest.

“That bastard tried to kill you. Why are you so calm?! Why are you comforting me?” He grunted.

“Because you saved my life. Because it wasn’t written in the stars that I should die today, but that I should be rescued by you. All of us were saved by you, darling. You,” Stolas stroked his horns. “You are incredibly good at your job. Few can say that they defeated a killer of immortals.”

Blitzo stifled a laugh.

“When you put it like that…”

“I only speak the truth,” Stolas shrugged. “And I know that your mind is already thinking about what strategies to take to prevent something like this from happening again.”

That was true. Damn… Stolas was observant.

“Things only went wrong because you thought you were safe,” Stolas insisted. “And it should have been like that. I'm sorry you came across that horrible demon!”

Blitzo suppressed a laugh, Stolas made the whole thing sound as if it had been a children's fight in the park.

“Okay, I'm going to stay here a few more minutes.” He whispered against Stolas's chest. “The least you can do after I saved your life is let me use you as a fucking pillow.”

Stolas laughed and hugged him against his body.

“Whatever you wish, Blitzy.”

Blitz smiled. That sounded good.

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Blitzo sees himself reflected in Millie. What he could be if he were in a loving relationship. He also sees a lot of Stolas in Moxxie and that makes him nervous. But mostly, Blitzo wonders if he has the right to change snf have something like Millie and Moxxie have. 

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Chapter 16: Voice

He reacted slowly. Blitzo’s breath in his ear made him wince, but it was a nice reminder of where he was and what had happened. Stolas made a small noise of acknowledgment, slightly scratchy and deep in his throat. Stolas noticed that his hands were freed from the ropes and were resting, palms up, in his lap. He was on his knees on the bed, a comfortable position for him. Not physically, but mentally. The blindfold still covered his eyes, and Stolas relaxed more at the discovery. His heart was beating softly, and his body felt placidly exhausted. His mind was far from worries or doubts. Stolas felt centered and at peace.

“Are you back?” Blitzo’s fingers caressed his jaw to confirm that Stolas’s muscles were fine after wearing the gag for so long.

“Yes…” Stolas replied, his voice rough and dry.

Blitzo moved behind him and Stolas could feel a glass against his beak. He opened his mouth and let the water flow in, cooling him instantly. Stolas made a slight noise, and the glass was removed. For a moment Blitzo broke away, probably leaving what was left of the water on the table, and came back to him, stroking his back.

“We lost you for quite some time, beautiful,” Blitzo whispered against his ear, “You’re falling faster and faster.”

“It feels good…” Stolas admitted. “Only sensations and emptiness, suspended from everything material... It’s nice.”

Blitzo nodded against his neck and continued to stroke his back, following the shape of his muscles and bones. Stolas let his head fall back, taking a deep breath.

“You did it very well,” Blitzo spoke low and calm, without any dangerous or defensive edge to his voice. “You took everything I gave you and enjoyed it.”

Stolas sighed with pleasure. On that occasion, the scene had been high in impact and degradation. Stolas had enjoyed it in excess. Before the blindfold had covered his eyes, Stolas had drunk in Blitzo’s dangerous gaze and allowed himself to be destroyed between each outburst and sensation, as if the imp could make him something insignificant and easy to discard. But instead of doing so, Blitzo had kept Stolas for himself. Just because he wanted to. Just because he chose. Even if Stolas didn’t deserve it. And it had been perfect.

From the beginning, and with professional precision, Blitzo had explained the rules of such encounters to Stolas. They always agreed in advance on what would happen, and what they both wanted to do. They always reached an agreement. Stolas had learned not only to accept what Blitzo needed but to ask for things and admit what he longed to try. Blitzo had reassured him that this was what these conversations were for, to speak honestly without fear of being judged for what they desired. Also, the imp had made it clear to Stolas that everything said and done during their encounters was a scene, a kind of performance where they took on roles to satisfy a kind of latent need. Stolas knew that this was Blitzo’s way of expressing to him that all the obscene and demeaning things he said to Stolas weren’t something he really meant. But Stolas also knew that therefore all the beautiful things were also an act.

These kinds of things were more rewarding but also more complicated than in his erotic novels.

Blitzo had taught him a simple system of signs and words to be safe. Either one of them could use them to signal to the other that they were okay, needed to talk, or needed to stop. Stolas had found the system comforting, especially when Blitzo also used it to show Stolas that there was nothing wrong with taking a break or stopping things abruptly. His imp could be many things, but he knew how to take care of him. Blitzo made him feel safe during their encounters. That’s why Stolas could go completely overboard and hand over all control to Blitzo.

And at the end came the care and reaffirmation.

When the scene was over, Blitzo made sure Stolas was okay, both physically and mentally. Because the worst that could happen is that something degrading said during their intimate moment would stay dancing in the mind and turn into something horrible that would eat away at their thoughts. Furthermore, at moments like this, Stolas was also in charge of assuring Blitzo that he had done nothing wrong, that his destruction and cruelty had been well received. That Blitzo hadn’t been a bad partner. Stolas loved those moments because he could be honest without worrying that Blitzo would run away when he heard Stolas speak affectionately. Because doing all that was part of the rules.

“Was everything okay for you?” Blitzo asked against the back of his neck, his claws scratching at his newest feathers, giving him a slight shiver.

“It was incredible,” Stolas confessed and arched as the long fingers slid around his waist. “You saw it, you turned me into nothing and took everything from me. Blitzy, I loved every second of it.”

“Wasn’t I too rough with you?” Blitzo rested his chin on his shoulder and sounded frustrated. “I know you like to be humiliated. But I don’t want to sound like your wife when she makes fun of you. You know that bitch isn’t right, right? I wouldn’t want—”

“I think it’s obvious that with you I don’t just stare at the wall,” Stolas admitted with an amused chuckle, his heart fluttering when Blitzo didn't want to sound like Stella. “It’s weird, isn’t it? When you humiliate me, you make me feel ashamed and I like it.”

Blitzo clicked his tongue. His imp reminded him that there was nothing weird about how he enjoyed his kinks. Stolas laughed, embarrassed by his slip, but feel comforted.

“Rephrase that last idea,” Blitzo commanded against his ear, his voice firm and warm.

Behind the blindfold, Stolas felt that only the two of them existed and it was perfect.

“When you humiliate me, it makes me feel ashamed, but it’s liberating,” Stolas reformulated. “Because I can say anything or want anything, and you’re going to see me and still want me.”

Blitzo nodded against his neck, which was helpful because of the blindfold on his eyes. The feel of his imp’s approval against his body made Stolas release the air he had unconsciously held.

“You make all of this an experience beyond something sexual.”

Blitzo made a slight sound of approval, for a moment his hands ran up Stolas’s torso and down his belly, scratching each of his feathers and then combing them with the palms of his hands. Stolas tilted his head to the side, resting it against one of Blitzo’s long horns, and smiled relaxedly.

When Stella humiliated him, it was to make him feel bad and hurt his feelings. When Blitzo said mean and cruel things to him, he was intending to possess him, to make him feel that even if he wasn’t a prince, if he didn’t have magic, the grimoire, or power, Blitzo would still want him.

Stolas just basked in the attention, he turned his face in Blitzo’s direction and was rewarded with a kiss. Soft enough to remind him that the whole roller coaster of emotions was over, but firm enough to indicate that, despite that, Blitzo was still there. His heart, in the dark, calmed at the thought.

“I like how you put your hands like that. Your whole body is in service. It makes me feel so proud,” Blitzo whispered and pushed away from his back.

He couldn’t help it and complained about the lack of contact, earning a knowing laugh from Blitzo. Stolas calmed down because his voice was still close. Now in front of him. And in truth, it was one of his favorite sounds. Blitzo had that kind of intimate, husky laugh as if they were both sharing a secret. Stolas found himself smiling. Blitzo took his hands, guiding them to open and close. Blitzo’s claws followed each of his fingers, confirming his mobility. Sure, there was no need to do that. Stolas was a powerful demon and high-impact, or edge games couldn’t hurt him. But it was something that reassured Blitzo. The imp needed to make sure for himself that he hadn’t hurt Stolas, and it was a nice feeling for it. Even if that was what anyone in the role of Blitzo had to do with their intimate partner.

“Just look at yourself, a perfect mess,” The imp commented with satisfaction. “Fuck... you’re too precious and yet I want to ruin you so much.”

Stolas shuddered and his body reacted naturally, leaning forward. Blitzo was surprised when he had to hold Stolas, but the imp didn’t complain when he had to land in a sitting position, with Stolas’s head on his abdomen. Sure enough, Stolas heard him swear in surprise, but he was comforted when Blitzo’s tail wrapped around his chest to secure him. There he was safe. Blitzo wasn’t going to let anything bad happen to him. Stolas was in his care. Blitzo’s claws found the back of his neck and he began to scratch him there. Stolas sighed, knowing that he was taking advantage of the fact that their recent encounter had been too intense and therefore he could ask for more attention.

“You are molting your feathers,” Blitzo guided his hand to the knot of the blindfold that covered his eyes, but Stolas made a noise of protest. “Okay, long legs, you can stay like that a bit longer if you need to but don’t blame me if you go bald.” He grunted.

Stolas smiled gratefully and snuggled better against Blitzo’s belly. As demons and ones of a predatory nature, it was a display of great confidence in what they were doing. Blitzo’s abdomen was one of his most unprotected areas and they both knew that if Stolas wanted it, he would only have to open his jaws and he could kill him. He sighed and breathed the intermingled scent of them. Blitzo enjoyed snuggling against his chest, but Stolas found it incredibly intimate to have the privilege of dozing there.

“That just means Octavia has grown up,” Stolas responded wistfully. “Before Via was born, I shed my plumage when Earth was far from its star. My body followed the magical energy of the human world, its tides, and starry sky. When Stella conceived Octavia, I stopped molting my feathers. I think it’s an instinctive response for me to save all my energy.”

“Does it have to do with your role in protecting your daughter?” Blitzo consulted, and when Stolas nodded, he forced himself on. “And defend your partner.”

He didn’t say wife. Neither he said Stella. But partner. Stolas immersed himself in that word, in the way that although it was an idea that Blitzo found difficult to say, it had sounded intimate. As…if they weren’t talking about Stella.

“Yes, the energy spent on that is focused on... knowing how to protect those that are mine even if I’m not with them.”

It hadn’t gone unnoticed by Stolas that he was molting his plumage now that Blitzo had bonded with Octavia.

“If you’re molting feathers…” Blitzo scratched at the base of his neck, where new feathers were surely coming out between the old ones. Stolas sighed and relaxed as he felt his skin release. “Are you going to go bald?”

Stolas laughed against his abdomen, he moved his head and took a deep breath there, making Blitzo laugh. Stolas was aware that they were done with the aftercare and were now just being two sexual partners chatting casually. But it was also something different. Because Blitzo kept stroking him with extreme interest and Stolas refused to face the reality of Blitzo leaving. He knew he was pushing his luck and doing things that weren’t part of the original deal, but Blitzo said he could be selfish with him. So, he stayed in his favorite spot.

“No, darling. I’m not going to go bald. My feathers change in parts and only those that already have a considerably grown replacement fall out,” Stolas reached for Blitzo’s hand and guided it through the feathers on his neck until he felt one of his feathers about to come loose. “Do you feel that…? This one is about to fall, but there is already a new one to take its place... I’m not going to look bald but yes... slightly scruffy until the feathers grow more.”

“Wait, does that mean when you molted your chest feathers, you’re going to go flat?” Blitzo laughed openly “Damn!”

“Blitzy!”

Stolas turned to lie on his back in Blitzo’s lap, removing his blindfold to look at him reproachfully. Blitzo was snickering, his head thrown back, and…it was hard to get mad at him when Blitzo seemed to enjoy such domestic stuff.

“Don’t look at me like that!” Blitzo defended himself between laughs. “I’m emotionally preparing myself to lose my favorite pillow.”

“You are so bad!”

“Look, you got the wrong word. It’s sincere. What you meant is: Sincere,” Blitzo leaned down and cupped his chin, smiling lopsidedly at the reproach in Stolas’s eyes. “Oh, stop pouting, little bird,” Blitzo slid his claws up the sides of Stolas’s neck, making him wince as he found new feathers and began scratching there until he sighed. “I’m not a boobs or butts kind of imp. You know that. So, stop thinking nonsense. I will continue to be just as inspired by you even if you don’t have your most predominant plumage.”

Stolas looked away because Blitzo had directly comforted his insecurities. It was nice to know that even if he stopped emulating the curves Blitzo praised so much, his lover would still find him attractive.

“So, what kind of imp are you?” Stolas asked curiously.

“It is not obvious? Thighs. Obviously! I think I should leave more marks in yours to make it clear to you,” Blitzo winked at him. “Many male imps feel insecure when their partners are taller than them. But I like it. I’m not intimidated that they’re taller or that they’re of some hierarchy higher than me.”

Stolas admired that about Blitzo. To him, it was that which made so many people who acted domineering and in control of everyone quickly drawn to Blitzo. It was something in his attitude and way of controlling a room that made it obvious that Blitzo was the one with the real power. Something that wasn’t measured by magic, strength, or money. It was a kind of power that... It inspired wanting to have him to the point of making mistakes. Striker had been Blitzo’s most recent victim and had paid the price. Stolas was still one and he knew that one day when he would have to pay would be much worse.

“Long legs, there is nothing more attractive than seeing those perfect legs fall in front of me or spread just for Daddy,” Blitzo licked his upper teeth, running his tongue over each sharp tip, then looked down at Stolas. “Legs that lose the energy to support you. Legs that shake when I touch them. Legs that don’t hide anything about you,” Blitzo leaned over him, his tail trailing up Stolas’s torso to close around his neck, squeezing close enough to make him gasp. “Your legs on my shoulders, hugging my waist or falling apart. Perfect legs.”

“Bli—”

But Blitzo ate Stolas’s lips shutting him up. The imp’s tail tightened around his neck but didn’t hurt him. And Stolas found himself collapsing at his touch, feeling his talons digging into the bed as his hips rose. Blitzo laughed against his mouth, deep and hoarse, making Stolas shiver. The imp’s claws slid over his chest with increased malice, and he whimpered at the contact.

“Well, you’ve been on your knees for a long time, so I’ll have to give you a break,” Blitzo released him and moved, giving Stolas time to get up on his elbows. “We don’t want to damage the goods, right?”

Stolas shook his head under the spell of Blitzo’s confident and playful voice. He just looked at Stolas as he settled between his legs. Blitzo moved his index finger, and it was enough for Stolas to spread his legs. His imp smiled approvingly and closed the distance between them further until his hips pressed against Stolas’s.

“Well…” Blitzo patted himself on the shoulder. “Up, put them where they should always be.”

Stolas let out a giggle, feeling his cheeks heat up, and Blitzo playfully spanked him to get his attention.

“Come on, I’m serious. It’s your fault for making me talk about your legs. Take responsibility!”

“I just asked what kind of imp you are!”

“The kind of imp that’s going to get the hell out of here if you don’t listen to him.”

“That’s extortion!”

“Oh, I know,” Blitzo smirked. “If you want someone good, you can go find a cherub,” The imp began to laugh aloud at Stolas’s face of utter disgust and indignation. “Well then? What are you waiting for?”

Stolas accepted. He was going to do it anyway. Blitzo’s words always held him in the highest expectation. It was the kind of addictive drug that few were going to understand until they heard Blitzo speak in command. But for Stolas it was the full range of voice in Blitzo: his laughter, his childish taunts, his anger, or his most intimate moments. So, Stolas put his legs on his imp’s shoulders and let him get closer, forcing Stolas to raise his hips to accommodate himself better. Blitzo measured his progress, helping him raise his hips so that he continued to slide over his shoulders. Stolas felt his heart pound as his thighs closed on either side of Blitzo’s head and his imp stopped to kiss him there. Blitzo guided him to tighten more as if he didn’t want him to let go.

Deja vu.

Stolas felt himself shudder, wondering if that was what he and Blitzo had special. Teasing, constant physical contact, little experiments with the confidence that if something went wrong, they would both laugh and adjust their plans. In fact, Stolas wondered if that calmed Blitzo in any way. Because it definitely did with him.

Blitzo leaned over his body, forcing Stolas to bend over and show some flexibility. Stolas felt real pressure as his body folded over his chest and Blitzo joined him. But it was nice.

“Hold on to them.” The imp pointed to his horns. “And settle down until you’re on my level.”

Stolas nodded, holding on to Blitzo’s horns and lifting his hips higher to slide onto the bed. It wasn’t as complicated as it seemed. Between his bent body and his legs on Blitzo’s shoulders. The difference in height between them was mainly because of their legs. When Stolas looked up, it was all worth it. Blitzo’s face was on his, pinning him to the bed in almost secret intimate contact. The only thing missing was that they had the sheets over them and that could be their little secret corner.

“There you are…” Blitzo whispered and cupped his chin. “Squeeze your thig—... Oh, yes, just like that,” He purred for a second and cleared his throat with a small blush. “Damn, this is nice. How are you doing down there? Do I need to give you classes to improve your flexibility, or can you resist it?”

“I like it... But I’ll take those classes,” Stolas admitted and held on to Blitzo’s horns, pulling him closer. “I feel like if you move, I’ll end up rolling over my head.”

Blitzo laughed and thrust his hips forward to check that indeed Stolas was about to be a bird ball.

“Blitzy!” Stolas clung tighter to his horns. “You’re very cruel to me.”

“Oh, but you adore me,” Blitzo whispered and leaned over his lips. “Now I’m going to kiss you and you’ll stop complaining, okay?”

Stolas nodded, closing his eyes. Because whatever Blitzo asked of him in that intimate tone, he knew he would give it to him. Because he was safe with his imp.

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Chapter 17: Sharp

Blitzo bit his lip, thinking of all the decisions in his life that had brought him here.

“This is all your fault, Moxxie.”

“Excuse me, sir?” The other imp turned his face in his direction, completely confused. “How and why is this my fault? And what is this exactly?

Blitzo glared at him, thankful that Loonie wasn’t there to see him fall apart in every sense of the word over something that if he put into words would only give him away. So instead of responding to Moxxie, he just growled. Besides, it didn’t matter. Moxxie was having that expression on his face that had caught Blitzo’s attention from the start. The kind of subtle expression, his gaze clouded with some emotion of deep respect and passion that would make even the demons of the Lust Ring blush. Blitzo wanted to make a light joke about how pathetic Moxxie was for looking at his wife like that while she was training. Damn, lascivious jokes wrote themselves at times like this. But Blitzo nipped his cheek because for the first time there was something more fascinating to him than Moxxie enjoying the chaos around him, especially when it came from Millie.

Because deep down, Blitzo was afraid that at that moment, he had the same expression as Moxxie...

Stolas’s laugh snatched all of Blitzo’s control and his gaze, betraying his common sense, and returned to drink from the image in front of them and Blitzo cursed once again all the decisions he had made to be there.

He should never have let Moxxie, and Stolas talk about musicals and opera. He shouldn’t have complained to Millie about how ridiculous it was to see that pair of nerds get excited about their questionable musical tastes and that this kind of talk was what motivated Moxxie to fight for control of the music in the van. Millie, another adept like he and Loonie of real music, decided to jump into the conversation and divert it to antique artifacts and the rare collections that Stolas had. Which included melee weapons. Oh, Blitzo must have stepped in there. He must have made a sexual joke and kicked Stolas out of his office under the pretext of working, even though they didn’t have any clients. But not. Instead, he found himself smiling as Millie and Moxxie jumped to their feet discussing weapons with Stolas. Moxxie and the prince shared their analytical and historical taste in weaponry and defenses, while Stolas and Millie seemed to have found someone to talk to about swords, axes and so much more. When Millie asked Blitzo if they could go to the human world to train, he should have refused. But the final nail in his coffin was when Moxxie had said that he wanted to tour one of those human castles that had survived multiple attacks from… someone. Blitzo couldn’t remember what name Moxxie said. But he did know that he had accepted because they had nothing better to do and Stolas took them to a place that he considered perfect.

Before she knew it, Millie convinced Stolas to have some melee weapon training, leaving Moxxie and Blitzo as spectators. Totally spellbound by something that anyone would find mundane. But not them. Not Blitz. And that was the problem. Why couldn’t he look away?

It was like a dance, but not like the one Blitzo had seen Stolas and his wife have. There was no music, but it was much more rhythmic thanks to the slamming between the weapons. Stolas had changed into something more casual, a kind of black knee-length pants and a baggy shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Blitzo thought the prince looked like a pirate. Would Stolas remember that Blitzo liked pirates? Even the feathers on Stolas’s head were slicked back, emulating a mullet. The prince looked happy, using a long sword, visibly heavy, but swinging it like a light saber. Millie was using one of her favorite massive axes, taking advantage of her small size to move quickly around Stolas, without fear of actually hurting him. The prince assured them that while he would use all his knowledge in fencing, Millie wouldn’t be in real danger with him. He promised. Blitzo believed him.

The stone floor of that abandoned castle resonated every time one of the weapons hit it hard, destroying it.

Blitzo had seen Millie train hundreds of times. Hell, they all used to train until they couldn’t take another step. The image wasn’t something he hadn’t seen before.

But Stolas...

That was the first time Blitzo had seen him do any kind of physical activity that wasn’t sexual. And he looked amazing. Stolas moved quickly and seemed to dance around Millie, keeping in the center of the yard, his eyes following his training partner and temporary rival. Blitzo felt Stolas’s chest move with each breath and his arms stretched from defense to attack with ease. Stolas looked elegant but amusing, deadly but a mess of agitation. Nothing noble but completely real.

That was his Stolas. Not Prince Goetia. And Blitzo had to fight with all his might to stop looking at him.

Stolas moved with grace, somewhat theatrical for a true battle, but Blitzo supposed that because he was a powerful and nearly indestructible demon, Stolas could afford to move as if he were dancing. It definitely worked. Blitzo didn’t think he would be able to concentrate if he saw Stolas in battle.

The intrusive idea that there might be a world where he and Stolas could dance on the trapezes and the tightrope caused Blitzo to look away for a second.

He was relaxing. Blitzo couldn’t afford to be distracted. His relationship with Stolas was exclusively professional. Maybe friendly. He’d never had sex with a friend, but maybe that Blitzo wouldn’t ruin it? No, he sure would. The best thing he could do to keep Stolas from ending up leaving him was to keep it professional and casual.

Still, because torturing himself was his favorite thing to do, Blitzo looked up, seeing how Millie didn’t hold back, attacking with every intention of ripping Stolas in half. Blitzo bit his lower lip again, knowing nothing bad would happen, but the urge to do something, anything, to stop her was strong.

Moxxie’s hand rested on his for just a second, squeezing it before letting go. Blitzo felt his body tense, mentally juggling whether the best response was to taunt Moxxie or fight him.

“I’m sorry, Sir.” The imp wasn’t looking at him, the hand that had taken his was now pressed against his chest, just below his ridiculous bow tie. “I know Millie isn’t going to get hurt, but sometimes… I have a challenging time controlling the urge to run to her.”

Blitzo looked away, clenching his fists.

“You’re pathetic…” He spat into the air, but it didn’t seem like he was telling Moxxie that. “How do you do it? You know when to let her go completely chaotic and when to jump to her rescue.”

Moxxie shrugged and hugged his legs, resting his chin on his knees. Blitzo assumed he wasn’t going to get an answer and looked straight ahead again. Millie was agitated, but her best smile was painted on her lips. She was balancing on Stolas’s sword and when the prince slammed the weapon into the ground, Millie jumped into the air, making pirouettes in the sun. Stolas’s talons tore at the ground as he leaped into the air, trying to pierce Millie in mid-fall, but she shifted her body, coming down faster and dodging the attack. Millie retrieved her axe and used it to hit Stolas’s body and he fell away, crashing into the wall. Blitzo felt an urge to stop all and cursed himself as Stolas laughed, pushing himself from the impact and going where his sword was, and gracefully standed. Millie slammed her axe into Stolas’s sword, but the prince swung his weapon up like it was nothing, but the axe went flying into the air. Millie backed away, her eyes following her axe, and tripped over one of the stones that had come loose from the ground in the middle of the fight, landing on her back. She struggled but suddenly stopped. Stolas’s sword was under her chin.

They both smiled acknowledging each other.

“I don’t know how to explain it... She’s in control,” Moxxie resumed their conversation, without moving from his spot. “I know Millie, I know when she has everything figured out and when she needs help.”

“Oh well, it would be nice if you did the same for the rest of us,” Blitzo responded defensively.

Because he was actually annoyed that Moxxie didn’t seem the least bit concerned with the fact that Stolas had just put one of his paws on Millie’s little torso, wrapping his talons around her like she was a little mouse. And the sword was on her neck, about to fall. But Moxxie was still smiling. Although Blitzo had come close to stopping the training on multiple occasions for less than that.

“I do, Sir,” Moxxie replied indignantly. “You haven’t complained anymore that I get in the way of your style, have you? I have tried extremely hard to support you in battle. Loona is supposed to be the young among us, but you’re the one who acts like the most spoi— Oh…”

Millie’s axe fell one inch away from Stolas’s back, causing him to jump into the air in sheer fright and with a high-pitched scream. Millie laughed with victory and malice because her plan had worked. The match ended in a draw because Stolas dropped his sword and was touching his heart in shock. Blitzo laughed aloud, falling to the ground on his side as he saw all of Stolas’s feathers raised.

“Blitzy!”

He made a speechless gesture, his laughter too loud for him to consciously think. In a few seconds, Millie and Moxxie joined him with their laughter, less scandalous. Blitzo tried to calm down and regain some composure, but when he saw Stolas, still with his fluffy feathers all messed up, he burst out laughing again and rolled on the ground.

“Millie! My cunning bastard!” Blitzo yelled in his choked voice, hitting the floor to calm his laughter. “No wonder your cowardly husband was so calm!”

“Oh, B!” Millie ran over to Moxxie and let him lift her into the air, making her laugh. “You know I always have a surprise or two,” She continued on her husband’s shoulder without breaking their embrace.

Blitzo wanted to say something else, but a pair of arms lifted him off the ground and he found Stolas’s indignant face in front of his own. Blitzo chuckled, not admitting to himself that he felt much better than this training was over. So, before Stolas could say anything to him, he climbed up and peered over his shoulder at his butt and tail feathers.

“Great news, team! Millie isn’t in trouble for dropping an axe so close to Stolas. All the goods are in their place—!” Blitzo had to muffle his voice when Stolas grabbed him around the waist and wanted to hold him in front of his face, but he just tried to break free, moving his tail from side to side to hit Stolas’s arms “What? It’s a very serious concern!”

“Blitzy!”

“I would say that it’s something of vital importance. Right, Millie?”

“Oh, definitely. I always check that Moxxie’s cute ass is still perfect,” Millie commented between laughs, and without wasting time, she lowered her hands, grabbing her husband’s butt and making him jump in embarrassment.

“You see? Millie understands me. It’s a valid concern,” Blitzo smirked and laughed again at the blush Stolas and Moxxie were sharing.

“I thought you liked legs better,” The prince reminded him.

“And it’s true, but I don’t deny myself the other good things that come in the package,” Blitzo winked at him and jumped back to the ground. “Good work, team! Shall we go back to the office?”

“Sir…?” Moxxie asked, struggling to keep Millie’s hands to herself as she seemed to be trying to tickle him and at the same time touching him to embarrass him in public. “Do you think Millie and I can take a little tour of the castle...?”

“Oh, you don’t have to tell me what they’re going to do,” Blitzo exchanged glances with Millie and waved his hand. “I’ll take it as extra training for you two. Make him sweat, Millie”

“Sir!”

“Thanks!” Millie dragged her husband up the side steps, laughing merrily as Moxxie looked visibly flushed.

Blitzo relaxed, feeling lighter. And when Stolas decided it was a promising idea to pick him up again, he didn’t protest.

“And what do we do in the meantime, Blitzy?”

He pretended to think it over and smirked.

“You know…? You deserve a prize for almost defeating Millie,” Blitzo lied. “But I prefer palaces to castles.”

Stolas rubbed his cheek against him, and a portal appeared for them.

“Of course, Blitzy,” The prince whispered against his ear.

That was better. This feeling he knew well. Blitzo preferred not to think about how much that little training woke up in him or how nice it would be for him and Stolas to spend time with Millie and Moxxie because it felt comfortable and domestic. Instead, Blitzo decided to focus on what he had already accepted he felt for Stolas: Absolute physical chemistry. Their relationship was exclusively professional. Maybe friendly. He didn't need to confuse things.

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Chapter 18: Complicated

Blitzo was asleep. The movie echoed through the room and Stolas thought about turning it off, but knowing his imp, it would wake him up. He suppressed a sigh and looked at the cast that covered Blitzo’s arm. As demons, even imps heal very quickly and something that would be deadly to a human was temporary to them. But still, his heart sank at the sight of Blitzo wounded.

Logic didn’t go hand in hand with feeling.

Stolas found himself smiling, because at least that injury fell into the «Blitzø being Blitzø» category.

“What are we going to do with you, darling?” Stolas whispered caressing Blitzo’s cheek and smiling when he saw how his imp moved slightly looking for his contact.

His cell phone vibrated, and Stolas left the room, looking one last time at how Blitzo took up most of the bed despite being so small from his perspective. Stolas went to the kitchen of Blitzo’s apartment and checked who had sent him a text. Loona’s trainer. Ok, that was weird...

“Oh…”

The hellhound was informing him that Loona was acting pretty extreme and that the gym Stolas had set up near I.M.P. was a total mess. As a general rule, the best option would be for someone from Loona’s family to calm her down, but no one knew about those training sessions. Stolas made a space on the counter, noticing the half-empty bag of horse-shaped homemade pasta, and smiled. Blitzo had a family who cared for him. Stolas left his gloves, hat, and some jewelry there because he didn’t want them to get in the way of what he had to do. Stolas rolled up his shirt sleeves over his elbows and put down his cell phone as well.

Stolas opened a portal into the vast gym and were met with absolute chaos. Everything was destroyed. The sharpest weapons were stuck in the ceiling, walls, and floor. The mirror on the wall was unrecognizable and almost nonexistent. Loona was growling, biting furiously at one of the shields and destroying it like aluminum. Stolas gaze at Amarok, the hellhound who trained all of his bodyguards and security. Amarok had signs of having fought Loona, but he was in one piece. The hellhound was one of the biggest of his kind and definitely one of the most strategic and strongest.

Amarok had explained to Stolas many things about his species and the reason why it was necessary to have hellhounds working as a team and not alone or how they reacted to emotions. All that information had been in favor of giving Stolas and his family the best security service. And while Stolas no longer required the constant presence of bodyguards in his palace, he still used them for any event or trip.

“Did something happen recently that could have her like this?” Amarok asked analytically.

“His father had a minor injury.”

“The imp?”

“Yes,” Stolas agreed. “But he’s been through worse at his job.”

“Interesting. I let her vent her frustration as long as necessary. But if she doesn’t stop soon, blind destruction is going to come in,” Amarok denied. “Someone close to her should—”

“I’ll take care of replacing everything destroyed,” Stolas looked at the hellhound and bowed his head in thanks. “I appreciate you letting me know, but I’ll take care of her from here.”

Amarok seemed to want to say something but shrugged and left. Just before he went out the door one of the swords stuck into the door frame. Amarok didn’t react, but Stolas silently shook his head. Youths. So in need of getting the attention of their role models.

Stolas walked toward Loona and when she made eye contact with him, she didn’t hesitate to grab one of the seats and throw it at him. Stolas didn’t dodge the attack, the piece of furniture hit his body like it was nothing and was destroyed in pieces. Loona growled louder and threw a dagger at him. It hit his chest, but it was as if someone had thrown a cardboard tube at him. Stolas arrived in front of her, admiring Loona’s anger and the way she was willing to attack a prince without hesitation. Loona grabbed the heaviest object around her, a huge weight that even she couldn’t fully lift, and threw it at him in a last attempt to hurt him. Stolas watched as the weight fell to his thighs and then to the ground. He tilted his face and raised an eyebrow, waiting for Loona, but she just dropped her shoulders.

“Why can’t you be my father?” She yelled loudly.

Stolas took a step back, taken by surprise. Of all the things he’d hoped to hear, that hadn’t been one of them. Loona realized what she had said and looked at him in panic for a second. But the next one lunged at him, jaws open. Stolas raised his arm and allowed her to bite him there. He relaxed his body so as not to hurt her. He wouldn’t want her to break her teeth. Loona bit him, clinging to his arm and growling violently.

Gradually that turned to despair.

And finally in silence.

“Is it good like this? I could bleed if you want. Would that make you feel better?” Stolas asked calmly.

Loona blinked a few times and released him, she ran her fingers through his feathers, confirming that she hadn’t even left her teeth mark on Stolas. She looked at him confused and he shrugged.

“I’m an Ars Goetia, I’m not easy to hurt,” He explained. “If I concentrate, I’m technically indestructible.”

“Rather, not even the laws of physics work on you,” Loona growled, looking at the objects she had thrown at him.

“Yes,” Stolas giggled. “But if you want, I can let you hurt me. Would that make you feel good, my child”

Loona pushed away from him and hugged herself. Just like her father, defensive at words of affection.

“I’m nothing of yours!”

“Oh, but didn’t you say that you wanted me to be your father?” Stolas asked with feigned innocence and tilted his face.

“I didn’t mean that!” Loona ran her hands through her hair and growled in frustration. “What I meant it’s why isn’t Blitzo like you? Indestructible.”

Stolas blinked a few times, genuinely surprised at the mental acrobatics he had to do to interpret Loona’s words when she was deep in her emotions. She gave him a reproachful look and said a couple of insults before walking through the chaos she’d created and jumping onto the pile of mats she hadn’t destroyed.

“Sometimes I forget how fragile Blitzø is. How easily he can get hurt,” Loona dug her claws into the material, destroying it. “He is always in danger and comes out in one piece. But does jumping out of a local window break his arm? How pathetic and useless does he have to be?”

Stolas walked up to her, trying not to smile. Blitzo’s daughter was fascinating if he could get past her disrespect. Octavia and Loona were like ice and fire. Her daughter’s anger was so cold and precise that it could destroy Hell if Octavia wasn’t careful. But Loona was explosions, blaze, and destruction. While Octavia hid her feelings the more hurt, she felt until she couldn’t control them anymore, Loona showed them openly, using them to take the world before her until she was completely empty.

“I found out that Blitzy did all that because he didn’t want to pay,” Stolas leaned against the mats and looked at Loona, who was now slightly taller than him due to her position. “Blitzø is impulsive and carefree.”

“Terrible combination considering he’s an assassin,” Loona frowned. “And Blitzø is so fragile… why does he have to be so stupid and get hurt in the most ridiculous ways possible?” She growled and waved her hands in the air as if she wanted to choke her father right then and there. “He’s so irritating!”

Stolas nodded solemnly. He understood that feeling. Blitzo was so skillful and brave, to the point of arrogance and boasting that could be lethal. But at the same time, he was strategic and protective of his team, but that just meant that Blitzo was the one who would bear the impact of danger whenever he could. And he would do it with a joke and insult, making everyone believe that everything was under control. Blitzo could die laughing so that no one would notice his fear or pain...

“Would you like him not to work at what he does?” Stolas ventured.

Loona looked at him as if he had said an unforgivable insult. She bared her teeth in a dangerous growl.

“Obviously not!” She noticed that her claws had destroyed the thick material of one of the mats and looked at the internal sponge. “He wouldn’t be Blitzø anymore...”

“And you haven’t thought that maybe he could stay in the circus? Or do stand up?” Stolas asked, curious as to what she would answer the doubts he once had long ago. “You know he wants to make people laugh.”

“And he decided to kill people to achieve that,” Loona smirked. “I admit that a satisfied customer often laughs while Blitzø explains the mission.”

“Adding his extra comments and jokes?”

“It’s embarrassing…” Loona rolled her eyes, but her shoulders relaxed. “No, I wouldn’t want Blitzø to do anything else. I just want to know that my dad isn’t going to die. I can’t just leave him alone for five seconds without him doing something stupid that will eventually get him hurt. How is that possible?”

Stolas could feel the frustration and anger in Loona’s voice and broke away, standing in front of her. Stolas held out his hand to Loona, but she brushed it away. Even so, she placed her hand on his shoulder and thus jumped to the ground.

“My child, I can assure you that your father will not die at work. He’s up against humans and they can barely hurt us. And about bigger dangers, including his own recklessness?” Stolas cupped her chin and smiled at her. “That’s why he has us, right?”

Loona’s blush didn’t go unnoticed by him. Not even the small smile that escaped her at the recognition of her strength and abilities. But Loona pushed Stolas’s hand away and shrugged.

“I’ll go back to the office, Millie and Moxxie will surely be back soon, and Mox is unbearable when he doesn’t find me at my desk.”

Stolas hid his smile. Blitzo and Loona had a family that cared for them.

“Of course.”

Loona stopped at the door, seeing the sword still nailed to the frame.

“I…”

“The gym is for you to use, Loona. If you don’t test the quality of things here, you’re not using your full strength and that would offend me,” Stolas opened a portal back to Blitzo’s apartment. “I'll make sure everything is like new by tomorrow. The gym and your father.”

“…Blitzø is not my father,” Loona responded without much energy and left the place.

Stolas returned to the kitchen of Blitzo’s apartment and gathered his things, feeling satisfied with the results. He had managed to calm Loona down and they had been able to share their concerns civilly. That was progress, right?

“…Stolas?” Blitzo’s sleepy voice reached him. “Is that you in my kitchen?”

“Oh yes, darling. I was only answering a call,” Stolas came back into the room and smiled as he watched Blitzo lazily stretch out on the bed. “How are you feeling?”

“Were you talking to Octavia?”

Solas blinked in surprise.

“Why do you say that Blitzy?”

“You’re smiling like when you’re doing well with her.” His imp replied. “Did Octavia agree to go book shopping with you?”

Stolas felt his cheeks heat up and he nodded, trying to lighten the conversation. Had his chat with Loona had that effect on him?

That was magnificent and terrifying at the same time. The discovery that he was genuinely fond of Loona was just another potential future pain if something went wrong between him and Blitzo...

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Also, when Loona is frustrated, she doesn't realize that she calls Blitzo "dad" is one of my favorite HCs. And in the end, she didn't even realize that Stolas called her "my child" again. In fact, he wants to call her in a more affectionate way, but he knows that Loona would react badly to that. So, he sticks with a neutral term.

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Chapter 19: Massage

It had been a stressful day. Well, that was putting it lightly. What had happened was one of the worst days of his adulthood.

«The worst day.» Blitzo corrected.

Because this time not only he had been in danger. His entire family had been on the line. As if that weren't enough, he had had a damn hallucination that had grabbed his every insecurity and put it on his face, hurting him from every possible angle.

His faults of youth.

His failure in love.

His current mistakes.

The possibility of losing everything. Even his family.

Stolas had been right, Moxxie was important to him. Damn, of all the ghosts that had haunted him, seeing Moxxie there had been one of the strongest hits he could have had.

At first, he believed that Moxxie only represented his role -failure- as boss, but it quickly became obvious that it was much more. Scarily more. The kind of danger that built on his friends and family. The ones he'd chosen —desired—to keep close and could turn their back on him. Nothing tied Moxxie to him. Actually, if he decided to leave, he would take Millie with him and Blitzo would have no choice but to agree.

He was just waiting for that day to come...

And Stolas…

Damn, Stolas...

“I'm going to start, okay?”

Blitzo nodded, feeling the prince's long fingers slide over his back, making a phantom trail that made him shiver. Stolas made a small contented sound and continued to touch him, stroking his muscles like a hundred times before that. But this time Blitzo knew that everything was different. At least right now, there were no sharp edges between them.

That was terrifying.

That was all he had wanted.

But he didn't deserve it.

Stolas had arrived at the moment when Blitzo had put himself as a wall between his family and their enemies. If his team were injured, it would only mean that his body had given its all and he had died. Blitzo had accepted that option without fear. But the prince had decided something different. Perhaps it hadn't been written in the stars for Blitzo to die that day.

Stolas, terrifyingly incredible, using his powers beyond anyone's understanding and destroying everything in his path.

Stolas in his most dangerous form had aroused thousands of lustful thoughts in Blitzo at his lowest moment of survival.

Stolas, touching his face, genuinely worried —Acting? Impossible. That couldn't be an act, could it?— and making Blitzo feel safe.

Is that what Stolas meant when he described him as his knight in shining armor?

Because Blitzo had felt that it was like watching a cruel god twist the universe just for an imp like him and that had felt so good. Not because of power, but because for a second Blitzo felt safe because death was his beloved.

And that was terrifying.

Stolas, scolding them for their terrible decisions but never treating him like a fool. Because damn it, Blitzo had been ready to hear the same speech he had heard all his childhood, but in a different tone. How disappointing Blitzo was, how useless he was, how he couldn't do anything right. But Stolas, still authoritative and elegant, only pointed out that they should be careful. Because he was right. Stolas was allowing them to do something extremely illegal. Not only Blitzo and his team would get into trouble, but Stolas.

But the prince had looked so worried...

Stolas had reprimanded him the same way he had scolded his team. Even more gently.

What did that mean?

Blitzo held back a sigh as the massage began on his shoulders, with consistency and a level of force that relaxed him.

“That feels amazing…” He confessed.

Because what else did it matter?

Ha.

That was beginning to be his motto around Stolas and dangerous situations.

Give himself the luxury of doing illogical and intimate things because they had faced death.

Stolas had also been in his hallucination, signaling his inevitable fall into dangerous territory.

No, he couldn't make another mistake. Blitzo was terrified of how he needed his family with him. If only there was a way, like with Loona, to make sure that all of them would always be together...

The massage worked its way up the back of his neck to the base of his horns and Blitzo cursed, burying his head in the space between his arms and the bed. Stolas always knew how to touch him. He seemed to know what to say to make Blitzo find himself enjoying moments that should terrify him from previous experiences and relationships. Things that had sunk him into the mud and taken a portion of his peace of mind every time.

But with Stolas…

…it was like ascending.

Joking around, watching movies, and chatting. All of that felt different. So different that it was terrifying but in the right way. If that made sense. Like that massage, Stolas had suggested it as part of their post-infatuation activities. How was Blitzo supposed to refuse when it was the prince who suggested it so eagerly that it almost made it seem like Blitzo was doing Stolas a favor? So he didn't refuse, sinking into the darkness of his mind while Stolas took care of his body.

All the people who seemed to take an interest in Blitzo saw him as a clown. And not the type that Blitzo could be proud of being. But a mockery. Where he was the joke. Except for Stoles. He saw him as Blitzø and that was disturbing.

Because as much as Blitzo wanted to deny it, it was he who was looking for Stolas as hard as the prince was looking for him. Perhaps his tactics were more subtle and manipulative than admitting how much he enjoyed Stolas's company outside of their monthly meetings. Blitzo hated himself for judging that there was nothing metaphorical about feeling that being with Stolas was both rising and also falling to his knees before such a powerful being, crawling in hope and fear to meet him, praying to be still wanted each time.

Stolas's hands dropped to his back, and he arched with pleasure, lifting his hips unconsciously. Blitzo breathed through his mouth when the prince massaged below his shoulder blades, right where he was carrying the most pressure due to the use of his weapons. But Stolas didn't stop there, his graceful movements creating more pressure on his arms, one at a time, and Blitzo groaned, letting out Stolas's name intensely. Like a prayer to a cruel god that apparently found Blitzo entertaining

Everything had a price. To be seen as he really was, also mean to be chained to Stolas. Perhaps in privacy, the roles of power were different, but Blitzo was aware that Stolas was who decide on their relationship, and when or how it changed. Blitzo was just a plaything in the hands of a lonely prince. Their closeness healed him, like magic erasing the marks of the mud that had been Blitzo's existence, but at the same time, it trapped him. Stolas had him on a, not at all metaphorical, leash.

And the worst thing was that a part of Blitzo was grateful.

Because their little deal was tangible security. Blitzo could do anything, but it was Stolas who had the power.

How sad was his life that the only certainties he had were Loona's adoption document and the deal with Stolas?

Blitzo opened his eyes when he felt a kiss on his right hand. Stolas had leaned down to do so, and Blitzo’s heart sank as the devotion in the prince's ruby eyes found him. What would an unseen spectator read about them at that moment? An imp and a prince lying on a bed, staring at each other as if nothing else existed but them? Would anyone notice that they weren't a couple? Was there anything at that moment that told their viewer that Blitzo was just a diversified worker in the sex industry? That he only had one client and instead of money, he received a book? Would anyone notice that it was Stolas who had no logic for acting like this when he was the one who had orchestrated that deal? Or would they only see the drowning kicks from Blitzo, who was fighting for his life, so as not to confuse business with love? Would that spectator see Blitzo and also notice how pathetic and monstrous he was?

A plaything…

Stolas had said it when he rescued him.

Blitzo was his, like an object with which Stolas could amuse himself.

So, he shouldn't be confused.

Blitzo was lucky Stolas took care of his things. But in a matter of priorities, he must be as valuable as Stolas's plants or his books. Hopefully as important as his grimoire.

That's the only thing he could aspire to be.

But wasn't that better than anything he'd had in the past?

How pathetic and disastrous...

Blitzo bit his lip as Stolas's fingers reached his spines and pressed into each contracture there. His back arched and his arms stretched out in front of him so he could fully bury his face in the bed. His tail began to move from side to side and Blitzo had to consciously curl it.

But instead of on his body, his treacherous tail wrapped around Stolas's waist. So not to have to admit that he couldn't get enough of the prince, Blitzo dug his claws into the sheets and groaned provocatively. Stolas laughed, stopping his massage to admire him, but Blitzo moved his hips from side to side, mockingly, which made Stolas laugh harder.

“Blitzy! I'm trying to give you a massage!”

“And you're doing very well.”

“I can't do very well if you start playing,” Stolas claimed.

“Oh, and here I thought I was seducing you,” Blitzo turned on his side and his tail pulled Stolas until he covered him with his body without leaning on Blitzo.

“But darling, you're still tense.”

Many things in his head.

Numerous contradictions.

Countless around Stolas.

“A horrible emotional, mental and physical journey,” Blitzo shrugged. “But you should have seen Loona, she's so natural at tearing her enemies apart.” He smiled so proudly. “My girl is ruthless and so skilled. She caught a weapon thrown at me! And she did it on pure instinct!”

Stolas caressed his cheek gently, looking at him with such understanding and happiness. With pride. Because Stolas understood. Of course, Blitzo would have a long conversation with Moxxie and Millie about Loona and he knew they would be proud too. But Stolas knew what it was like when your daughter surprised you or did something without knowing that that little detail meant the world to you. His Loona had made his day and Stolas had saved her when all seemed lost.

Dammit.

Blitzo pulled Stolas's face towards him and kissed him, forcing Stolas to cover him with his body. His tail tightened around Stolas's perfect waist, and he sighed against his lips. Despite having promised Stolas that their encounter would be intense, in reality Blitzo had immersed himself in Stolas's attention and care, taking refuge in the prince taking control. Was his decision affected because the image of Stolas in his most demonic form now lived freely in his mind? Perhaps. But mainly it had been the fact that being in Stolas's bed, completely safe, all the stress and worry he had carried had brought him down, dangerously needing the prince.

Stolas broke away, hugging him so that they were both on their sides and rubbing his cheek against his. Something that lately seemed to be a more constant recurrence between them, and it was incredibly nice.

Damn, it was going to hurt when this was all over.

Stolas's fingers found his spines once more, massaging down to the base of his tail and up again. Blitz closed his eyes. Too many emotions in such a brief time. He was exhausted. Blitzo didn't think he could fight the inevitable this time. Stolas scratched his tail, pressing his fingers with the precision of a pianist.

The battle was lost.

Blitzo purred and buried his face in Stolas's chest.

For a second Stolas paused, but before Blitzo could draw strength from somewhere to protect his moment of weakness, the prince moved to massage him, making circles at the base of each spine and the start of his tail. He purred again. Blitzo hugged Stolas tighter, feeling back on the staircase in his mind.

Ascending.

Chained.

Rising.

Serving.

Damn, a plaything shouldn't fall in love.

The fall was going to hurt and knowing himself when Blitzo did, his instincts would manage to go down fighting. And Stolas would suffer along the way.

Fuck.

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I love this episode in the series. There is so much character development and growth in the dynamics. To be honest, I feel like the first season finale is emotionally shocking, but some things (especially Blitzo with M&M) go against the development of this episode. Similarly with Stolas and Blitzo’s “date”.

If I could change anything to make episodes 6 and 7 fit together better, I would have had M&M go on a date to a club in the Lust Ring and that would have made Blitzo tell Stolas to go party too, Blitzo suggesting Ozzie's because surely Stolas could walk in without a reservation. But that his “date” wasn’t romantic, but kinky (And to hell with “only couples can enter” to Ozzie's. What is that premise of monogamy in a club that supposedly celebrates sex?). In fact, to give the final scene an impact, we could have Blitzo justifying his desire to go out with Stolas as him believing that it's keeping Stolas's interest in him in favor of continuing to have the book and that he's just working overtime for his team. We would have seen M&M deal with criticism of their romance in one place. And in Ozzie's Fizz and Asmo attacked Blitzo and Stolas because “A prince and an imp?” From there, everything is the same. Something that should have been just a casual celebration of sexual partners ends up being exposed to the insecurities of both. The episode could have ended the same way. Only respecting the events of episode 6.

Yes, I love episode 6 that much... Sorry.

 

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Chapter 20: Breakfast

Stolas watched his butler leave, closed the door to his room, and suppressed a sigh as he saw the dozing imp on his bed. He leaned back against the door and closed his eyes.

He still couldn’t believe that he had almost lost Blitzo.

As an interpreter of the stars and their prophecies, they spoke to Stolas intimately. Like old friends. Which implied that the future favored him on a precautionary level. It was never exact, and this didn’t cover everything. But in the same way that his instincts were triggered when his own were in danger and his demonic transformation took control of him in order to protect them, his connection with destiny led him. The misfortunes of those who were important to him were something he could feel on a magical level. A favor between his oldest celestial confidants and him. If it wasn’t written in the stars, Stolas could avoid it.

But until that moment, he believed that it only worked with Octavia.

Stolas knew that he was deeply in love with Blitzo. Actually, he was aware that his childhood crush had revived the second he met Blitzo again and since then his heart had fallen into a spiral of feelings that were too complicated and perfect.

But it was still terrifying to know that he had sensed that Blitzo had been in danger.

That was another level of intimacy.

Stolas had believed that he would always have to use his powers to spy on Blitzo to see if his imp was okay. Which tied him too much to chance because he didn’t know when he would really have to confirm that Blitzo might or might not face danger. So, his surprise had been titanic when he felt in his soul —in his life energy— that Blitzo needed him.

Stolas had come with fury and destruction, taking it upon himself to fulfill his oath to Loona and himself. If Blitzo really was in danger, they were there to save him. Stolas couldn’t thank his good fortune for being on time and no one was hurt.

After all of that, Stolas felt his heart soften as he felt how, despite Blitzo’s dark promises, his imp had clung to him, stripping himself of all control and dominance. While both were versatile, pure hedonists when it came to sex, when it came to controlling, Blitzo rarely let go of his dominant role. But after all, his imp had fought against those horrible humans and the danger his team had faced. So, Blitzo had trusted Stolas to take him apart and put him back together with the care and reverence his imp deserved.

Of course, Blitzo would be Blitzo, and after a nap purring against his chest, he had awakened Stolas to make good on his promises of more extreme games, settling into his dominant role like a second skin. Stolas was always amazed at the skill his imp displayed and the sheer range of pleasures he brought Stolas. Because while his body was subjected to extreme pain and pleasure, Blitzo had showered him in sweet talk, revering Stolas’s most dangerous and intimidating appearance, the one that even others of his kind knew how to respect and fear. But not Blitzo, his imp took the opportunity between one pleasurable torture and another to let him know that there was no aspect of Stolas he didn’t want to own.

They knock on the door behind him, and Stolas noticed that Blitzo’s second attempt to wake up was in the process of starting. He repressed a smile and opened the door, watching his servants file into his room, opening the doors to the balcony, and placing there a table, a sofa with long legs, and different plates of food. Blitzo jumped out of bed and without a hint of embarrassment in front of strangers, he walked towards the bathroom with his clothes on his arm. Stolas thanked the staff for preparing everything and when they left, he reached for his medicine, took the necessary dose, and walked over to lie down on the sofa, settling there and leaving only one of his feet touching the floor. Stolas made himself some tea and watched as Blitzo arrived, apparently deciding that there was no point in dressing beyond his underwear. Stolas smiled as he watched his imp use his leg as a point to jump onto the sofa. Stolas had taken a liking to this particular high sofa because Blitzo could sit on it and be at a comfortable level for the table while Stolas drew up one of his legs for his imp to use to support his back and rested the other on Blitzo’s lap, leaving his ankle on the armrest.

“So, I didn’t dream that I agreed to stay for breakfast.”

“No, darling, you said you had no plans today and you could take advantage of the buffet,” Stolas reminded him amused. “Is everything to your liking?”

Blitzo nodded, pouring himself a cup of strong coffee, and smiling at the amount of junk food mixed with different meat dishes. Stolas helped himself to toast overflowing with different types of meat in pieces and smirked when he saw how Blitzo preferred donuts, churros, and eggs. His imp appreciatively enjoyed the meal, quite relaxed.

“I see your arm is fine,” Blitzo commented over his cup of coffee.

“Oh, you know I heal quickly.”

And Stolas didn’t comment that it was Blitzo who insisted on tending to his wound even though he knew Stolas could heal in the blink of an eye. Especially with something as simple as a bear trap, but for some reason, Blitzo liked tending to his injuries.

He could get used to starting his mornings like this. No longer in the privacy of his room, but in the kitchen, with Octavia and Loona. Stolas would hire another cook to help because while demons might enjoy a varied diet, it was always nice to ingratiate themselves with their more primitive sides.

“I haven’t heard your bitch wife destroying things lately,” Blitzo suddenly commented. “But I know she’s here.”

“I began to worry about her outbursts of anger when she no longer just directed them at me,” Stolas admitted, looking away. “She has always been cruel to me, but when her anger was directed towards my plants and the servants… You will understand that I began to worry about what Octavia was exposing herself. So, we came to an agreement.”

Blitzo balanced a churro in his mouth, surprised by this last piece of information. But his imp threw his head back and let gravity pull the entire churro into his mouth. Then Blitzo drank his coffee, chewing quickly, and then looked at Stolas.

“What did you do to make your wife’s destruction streak stop?” Blitzo asked, measuring his words so he could find out the information he wanted.

But Stolas suspected that his imp had been talking to Octavia, concerned as well by Stella’s outbursts of anger now coming out of the privacy of their married environment. Blitzo was like that, naturally protective and although he didn’t want to admit it, he had become quite protective of Via. Stolas understood that. Their marriage had been for Octavia, to conceive her and give her some stability, so he too had realized how dangerous it was to expose his daughter to Stella’s violence.

“Our marriage is arranged. So, I can’t just break the alliances our union has forged for our families and in the service of Hell,” Stolas looked at his teacup and shrugged. “Do you think I wouldn’t have wanted out of this a long time ago? Being disinherited and expelled is a cost I would pay, but I can’t leave Octavia behind or drag her into a difficult life she doesn’t deserve.”

“Look, Stolas, I understand. You’re the only thing standing between that girl and the abuse, manipulation, and who knows what else of royalty…” Blitzo closed the distance between them and put his hand on his knee. “But what did you do…?”

“Nothing dangerous, darling. I’m proceeding with the divorce in such a way that all parties are satisfied. There are many lawyers involved,” Stolas looked at his imp’s hand on his knee and braced himself. “It’s something silent because it includes many contracts and clauses that we don’t want to rebel. In return, Stella and I maintain a certain degree of appearance in favor of her image and Octavia stays out of our conflicts.”

Blitzo frowned. Which, understandably, it was all too complicated. Stolas’s marriage was a business and dissolving it involved so much paperwork it was ridiculous. Not counting all the demons that were putting up obstacles so that it didn’t happen. Every day Stolas feared that his family or brother-in-law would find a way to stop everything.

“Maintain a degree of appearance in favor of that bitch. Like going to parties and pretending that you have enormous sexual chemistry?”

Stolas almost knocked over his tea and felt his face red. Blitzo laughed aloud, collapsing against his drawn leg.

“Yeah, that bitch managed to hire us through third parties to infiltrate one of those parties of yours,” Blitzo smirked. “I saw you dance together. It was very believable. Perfect performance from you two. She really wants me out of here. But the joke is on her because I didn’t recognize you. That wasn’t you. But I definitely saw something that will never leave my mind.”

“Oh...”

“Yes, oh.”

“We practiced for weeks,” Stolas played with the knot of his robe, not knowing where to look. “Stella insisted that we get the picture right.”

“And what that is…?”

“A powerful couple from the nobility. Unstoppable and immovable.”

“And that no lover on duty could separate you?” Blitzo chuckled. “Yes, I concluded that from the beginning. But recently I was able to confirm that she was the one who orchestrated everything. The trail was easy to follow. I wonder what other dirty things she has tried.”

Stolas shifted nervously, feeling exposed. He hated those events where he had to show up in all the glory of the Ars Goetia, leading Stella on his arm and acting like she was magnificent and didn’t seek to humiliate him daily or make fun of him with all her close friends to make him feel powerless and defenseless.

“Is your wife always like this with your lovers?” Blitzo casually asked, grabbing a donut, and taking a big bite.

“Lovers?” Stolas asked surprised. “Lovers?”

Blitzo looked at him strangely and nodded.

“Darling…” He felt something heavy drop into his stomach. “You’re the only one.”

Blitzo pushed back, his face completely red. The donut fell onto his plate. The imp shook his head, confused, and pushed away from Stolas.

“Look, you don’t have to lie. Our deal is once a month. And yes, we are flexible on that. What can I say? Charades aside, I’m not going to deny the great chemistry we have. But…” Blitzo lost his voice, looking from side to side, searching for something, anything. “I know I was the first… But with all that sexual tension of yours and your status… Why stop with just me? Especially when you have an endless line of nobility and other demons wanting to keep you company for free.”

Stolas wanted to yell at him. But he couldn’t even feel offended. From the beginning, Blitzo had hinted that they might have something casual between them. Actually, almost like friends with a sexual benefice. But Stolas had framed the whole thing in a deal because he needed to ensure that he would have Blitzo with him within a certain level of consistency and not when Blitzo felt like it because what if that never happen? So how could Stolas be offended by the idea that his imp believed others were sharing Stolas’s bed?

“I trust you,” Stolas measured his words because he could tell how quickly Blitzo was raising all his defenses, feeling exposed, and nervous. “And it’s not like my duties allow me to have a… harem? Besides, I enjoy your company.”

Blitzo laughed nervously and waved his hands from side to side as if he was going to tell him something funny, but his voice wouldn’t come out. His mouth opened and closed several times and his shoulders dropped.

“I guess when you’re as good as me, it’s hard to find others who compare,” Blitzo managed to say forcefully. “If I had known, I would have torn you apart harder so you could be fine until next month.” The imp began to laugh nervously, removing Stolas’s leg from his lap. “No wonder you get so depraved when we talk. Once a month is not enough for you, right? Sure, it’s understandable. But you should have told me, Stolas. We would have come to an arrangement—”

“Blitzy—”

“Communication, Stolas!” His imp jumped to the ground, still with his forced laugh. “For this business to work, we have to talk about it. If not, I will believe that I’m not meeting your needs.”

“But you do, Blitzy,” Stolas rose as well, following the imp into the room.

“Yes, but once a month shouldn’t be enough. That explains the harassment you subject me to when I’m working,” Blitzo began to dress. “I don’t blame you. Only I’m giving you what you need. How could you be satisfied with just one night? It has no sense,” Blitzo paused for a second, looking anxiously anywhere but at Stolas. “I’m even offended, you know?” He forced a laugh. “I thought I told you that you can do whatever you want with me. And telling me that you need to schedule more appointments is one of those things,” Blitzo backed away from him, speaking faster and faster. “Look, I have to go. I promised Loona that we would go shopping. But for the next full moon just think of a new proposal. I’m reasonable. Especially if it means you’ll stop calling me during work hours even though I’ve told you a thousand times not to do it. Do you need him once a week? Less? You tell me,” Blitzo was almost gasping at how quickly the words tasted from his mouth. “We can upgrade your membership with my services.”

The imp winked at him even with that nervous laugh and climbed onto the balcony railing. Stolas reacted, running in his direction, totally confused, and saw his imp jump.

No, Blitzo was running away.

What…?

What had that been?

Why had Blitzo acted that way?

Stolas looked at his breakfast and realized that he had lost his appetite.

Communication…

What a nice joke.

They were both terrible at it.

But Blitzo was right about something... It was about time Stolas learned to respect the limits of his imp if he didn’t want to see him act that way again...

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Chapter 21: Isolation

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Moxxie walked around the palace nervously. That place felt completely empty. Even the servants seemed to move in the shadows except for the butler, who seemed to be the only one in an excellent mood in all that gloomy atmosphere.

“I must warn you. Your highness has been in a gloomy mood lately.”

Moxxie nodded, a part of him grateful that it was that way. That meant there was a way to fix all of that. Moxxie pulled up the sleeves of his shirt and took a deep breath.

This was Stolas. Not Prince Stolas. This was the person that Blitzo constantly joked about, the demon that liked good music, bought them coffee, and trained with Millie. This was the demon who had orchestrated Loona’s training behind everyone's back and believed that no one knew. Moxxie repeated the same thing over and over again. This was the non-boyfriend of his… best… his… his… Well, now it was hard to even for himself to talk about feelings. But Blitzo needed him.

Moxxie could do this.

“Has it been a week—?” He froze as Stolas's daughter appeared across the corridor.

She seemed to have run there, and her shoulders slumped as her eyes landed on Moxxie. The teen seemed to be trying to say something, twitching her head from side to side, looking behind Moxxie, and then frowning.

“Do you need anything, Your Grace?” The butler asked. “Do you want me to find your maid?”

“Where is he?” Octavia walked up to Moxxie, imposing in her height, and crossed her arms, just as terrifying as the last time he saw her. “Where is Blitzø?”

Moxxie jumped back slightly. Due to the way Octavia behaved, exactly like any regular teenager, he forgot who she really was. And yes, Moxxie was aware that Octavia was part of the nobility. But until that very second, Moxxie hadn't realized that Octavia must be a duchess, heir to the Stolas title. How should he treat her?

“Dammit! Stop acting like the new servants,” Octavia rolled her eyes and snapped her fingers to get Moxxie's attention. “I'm still the girl you tried to medicate in Loo Loo Land. Wake up and answer my question!”

“Oh! Sorry, your high—, I mean your gr—?… Oh… Well… Blitzø? My boss is indisposed…” Moxxie answered quickly, looking around. “That's why I came to check how the prince was...”

Octavia frowned and knelt in front of Moxxie to look him in the eye. He took a deep breath to appear calm. Octavia had dangerous eyes, reminding Moxxie that he was dealing with someone powerful and unfortunately, she had set her sights on him.

“Blitzø is… sad too?”

Oh…

She was worried?

Moxxie nodded and looked down, remembering how Blitzo tried to hide his tragic mood.

“Yes, same as my dad. He’s trying to hide it…” She stood up and stepped aside. “Are you here to fix this?”

“That's what we want,” Moxxie admitted and smiled at Octavia. “We believe that there is a possibility for them.”

“I was about to go for Blitzø and send him to the moon,” Octavia admitted with a smirk.

“Loona was in a similar situation,” Moxxie bit back a laugh. “Her plan was more destructive and less... magical.”

“We daughters do what we can,” Octavia admitted with a shrug. “But I haven't ruled out my idea yet.”

“Yeah, Loona neither,” Moxxie confessed with a certain degree of resignation.

Octavia nodded and retreated, giving them free passage to a door that must be Stolas's study. The butler checked that Moxxie was still there before knocking on the door and entering, making him wait. Moxxie looked around, admiring the paintings and elegant decoration. Would this place have a piano? Oh, Moxxie hoped there was a piano there.

«In every aspect of life, you should aspire to greatness, right, sir?»

The door opened and the butler gestured for him to enter. Moxxie took a deep breath. That was Stolas. Only Stolas. Hopefully, he would survive that encounter. It was just Stolas. Not a powerful demon. Not a prince. Moxxie walked in and it was like déjà vu. Exactly like walking into Blitzo's office and finding him buried in documents. Stolas had piles of papers around him.

“Oh, little imp. Sorry for the mess, I didn’t expect your visit,” Stolas forced a smile. “How is your lovely wife?”

“She's with our boss,” Moxxie walked over and jumped onto the chair in front of the desk, he had to stand on it to be able to look the prince in the eye. “How are you, your highness?”

“Oh, you know… Busy,” Stolas looked at him curiously. “To what do I owe the honor of your visit, my dear imp?”

Moxxie took a deep breath. That was his moment. Now he had to do what he had agreed with Millie. His wife was counting on him. Blitzø needed him. He couldn't fail this mission.

“Your Highness…” He took a deep breath. “My boss disappeared for a week, leaving his daughter in a mood worthy of Satan and when he finally came back, he acted like nothing was wrong... But Blitzø is a fresh walking wound.”

That caught Stolas's attention, who finally stopped pretending to be busy and stared at Moxxie. He asked all fortune to favor him.

“I know my boss is rude, careless, reckless, vulgar…” Moxxie stopped before letting go and his shoulders slumped. “Maybe I don't understand what Blitzø lived through. He never talks about his past, but I know it was horrible. Enough that he tries to push everyone around him, including Millie and me. And then he goes and wants us to have a nice vacation, to be safe and he always encourages us. Blitzø is…complicated. But I know he wouldn't agree to do everything he does for you if there wasn't—”

“Please, little imp, don't continue.” The prince buried his head between his fingers and took a deep breath. “You don't know what you're talking about… I forced Blitzø into… this transaction. What you're right about, and I hope you never forget, is that you all are the world to Blitzø, even if he doesn't want to admit it. He has just been doing everything he can to ensure that you guys continue to have a job.”

“Yes, you are right,” Moxxie crossed his arms. “At least the first part. You have been excessively vocal in your sexual interest in my boss. To the point where it's been awkward for all of us. If I were just based on your constant sexualization of Blitzø, I would seriously think that you see him as nothing more than a sexual partner and he is forced to indulge you because of the book,” He raised an eyebrow. “But luckily, I also see all the details that you have done for us and the way you wish the best for Blitzø so far. The incredible places we have been able to go, the delicious coffees and sandwiches that arrive at the office after an exhausting day,” Moxxie jumped on the table and rested his hands on his hips. “The fact that Blitzø comes here on days that aren’t the full moon. Or the little details my boss knows about you or things he has learned because you taught him about them. Your Highness, please! Don't insult my intelligence. It’s obvious that what you two have is not a noble demon hiring the sexual services of an imp.”

“...no, it's not..,” Stolas whispered, without raising his head.

“And you told Blitzø that?”

Stolas just raised his upper eyes to Moxxie. The rest of Stolas didn’t move.

“Have you told my boss that you are interested in him beyond sex?”

“I've told him that I enjoy his company...”

“I'm sure that's what adult movie actors hear, too,” Moxxie felt his cheeks heat up. “I'm sorry... but it's just...”

“You're worried about Blitzy,” Stolas agreed. “I know. You dared to defend him from my scolding when I had to rescue you from those humans. Few people are willing to take risks when I'm angry. Let alone get in my way.”

“…it wasn't my boss's fault. He risked everything to save me. I couldn't…” Moxxie tapped the table with his heel. “This is Blitzø. He's been hurt so much, cheated on, and used to the emptiness that he just expects the rest of us will too. He’s so afraid of becoming attached to others that he constantly pushes us away hoping to have some control over how he will be abandoned. But I've never seen him so miserable.”

“I think you're wrong. He doesn't love me, little imp.”

Moxxie looked at him again as if he was insulting his intelligence.

“Why didn't you defend him when those horrible demons were attacking him?” Moxxie dropped his shoulders. “He did it for Millie and me.”

“Oh… Well… It doesn't matter why. By then it was obvious that Blitzy didn't invite me because he really hoped to go on a date with me…” Stolas muttered.

Moxxie frowned.

“That's not what I asked,” He took a deep breath, beginning to understand how frustrated Blitzo was with him when he wasn't sincere. “Millie and I went there as a married couple in love. Sounds silly in hindsight, doesn't it? We went to the Lust Ring prince's club to celebrate our love. We were the weirdos there. But there the music shows are the envy of all of Hell. Who expects romance in a sex club, right?”

The prince collapsed in place. Every word that Moxxie said seemed to cut the fine threads that held Stolas. Moxxie was thankful for his good fortune to still be alive, but knew he had to keep pushing.

“Lovers go to that club…” He ventured “Why did you think it would be a romantic date and not a sexual one when you established the terms of your dynamic with Blitzø as something merely physical?”

Stolas looked at him in surprise.

Ashamed.

The prince collapsed against the seat and closed his eyes.

Moxxie sat on the desk, aware of the colossal height difference between them. It was like dealing with a target too big to take down in one shot. Moxxie needed to incapacitate him and disarm the potential threat. Only then could he proceed with the second phase of his plan.

“Blitzø has no one but us. To follow Millie and me, he could only think of you. He could only trust you. Because it was certain that you would accept, right? By Blitzø's logic, it wouldn't be weird to go to a sex club with you,” Moxxie met the prince's gaze. “But still… When Asmodeus and his jester began to taunt me, Blitzø jumped to my defense. Once again he put himself like a shield between us and danger. Even though he was facing his past…”

“You don't need to remind me how it was all a misunderstanding on my part and then I couldn't even do anything…” Stolas laid his head on the desk. “I ruined everything with my Blitzy. I know…”

Moxxie took a deep breath and hesitantly rested his hand on the soft plumage on the prince's head. Disarmed. Now he must move on to the next phase of his plan.

“He was an idiot too. Blitzø shouldn’t have followed us and should have been honest with you from the start. He must have seen that you were excited about your date and given you the attention you deserve,” Moxxie softened his voice. “Blitzø is an idiot. He must have told Millie and me that he felt we were leaving him out again. And we would have fixed it. But no, he decided to spy on us because he’s still terrified to admit that we became important to him. So, he keeps trying to push us away. He tries to push me away. And I know it's hard to change old habits and I don't expect Blitzø to just outgrow all his destructive behaviors. But he has few improvements, you know? Like…following us and spying on us instead of forcing his presence on our date. Small victories right?” He cheered himself up. “Blitzø is trying hard, but he's still scared to let me in.” He shook his head at the ceiling and refocused. “Blitzø is capable of change. And when it all fell apart, he should have told you the truth, Your Highness: That he felt so miserable and ashamed in your presence because his past mistakes were telling you what a terrible mistake it is to be with him.”

“…Blitzø is not a mistake.”

“I know,” Moxxie nodded with a small smile. “He is many things, but he’s not a mistake or a disappointment. I think we should tell him more often to see if that way it gets into his hard skull.”

The prince laughed, still with his head buried in the table. But Moxxie felt like a victory.

“But he’s that, your highness. He’s afraid that you are going to leave him. Actually, he thinks he already did. Or worse…” Moxxie tilted his face. “Blitzø believes that you really only want his sexual services and don’t want to be involved in anything else from him.”

Stolas raised his head enough to look at him and whispered an exceptionally low «No». So alone. So sad. Another soul that needed affection and stability. Moxxie wondered how Stolas liked his coffee or if he liked cookies.

“For a week he has been alone with his thoughts. Totally isolated, like you. Blitzø has created his own version of events and it's horrible,” Moxxie rested his hand on his chest. “Your Highness, I apologize for my boss, he’s a complete idiot when his heart is on the line. So now, with you, he's being the king of fools. But I can swear, Blitzø is capable of change. He’s willing to do it. But he will make many mistakes along the way. And what he needs is… unconditional love. He doesn't need dates, expensive gifts, or labels. Just… knowing that he is loved. I believe you can do that, Your Highness. I think he has improved a lot and can improve more.”

Stolas forced a smile to his lips and nodded. He got up and helped Moxxie down from the table.

“Is he in his office?” The prince asked, struggling to sound brave and confident, but failing terribly.

“Yes. I left him with Millie,” Moxie smiled. “She’s the only one who has the strength to deal with him like this.”

Stolas agreed. Moxxie remembered that his wife had mentioned that the prince had found Blitzo on one of his breaks with her. So surely, he would be ready for what he would find.

“My dearest imp?” Stolas looked at him and bowed his head. “I thank you for coming here. Hearing you talk about what Blitzy keeps has been terrifying but enlightening. I have always believed that Blitzø has a magnificent familiar in you. And it's enviable to see how you all care about him.”

Moxxie felt his face heat up and nodded. He wanted to tell the prince that he didn't need to feel alone, that he and Millie also cared about Stolas because he was important to Blitzo. But he held back because he didn't know what the day would bring. The prince waved his hand and a mortal straight to his boss's office opened.

Stolas was shocked at the image in front of him and Moxxie shrugged. That was another thing he would have to accept if he wanted to continue his relationship with Blitzo. Now Moxxie and Millie came in the package.

“Welcome!” Millie said from her position on the ground.

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 The butler is the imp that Stella threw at Stolas in the Loo Loo Land episode but is also at Ozzie's with various demons. That's why he is happy. Lucky imp.

 

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Chapter 22: Bites

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And now you can see a queer friendship in its most chaotic essence. Enjoy.

Millie drove the van back to I.M.P. after dropping off Moxxie outside Stolas's palace. Her cheeks ached from the encouraging smile she had held for her husband all this time. She went back to the building feeling on edge, wanting to do something, but unfortunately, these kinds of things weren't solved by decapitating something. Millie entered the elevator, pacing back and forth. They had to help Blitzo, and if that meant getting involved with someone as important as Prince Stolas, so be it, right?

Not for the first time Millie wished she could go back to the time when the biggest problem they could have with Blitzo was waking up with him sleeping between her and Moxxie. Millie entered the office and looked at a very angry Loona who was pretending to check her cell phone.

“…are you sure this is going to work?”

“You just have to shake Blitzø's common sense,” Millie put her best smile back on her lips in search of cheering Loona up.

“This’s that prince's fault...”

“It's always more complicated than that,” Millie stretched her arms over her head, relaxing her muscles. “The lesson you can take from all this is not to hide your feelings until things blow up in your face, right?”

Loona glared at her as if she was still a teenager and someone wanted to give her a motivational talk about family, love, and having children. Totally awkward.

“Millie, I swear to you, if you try to give me advice about ending in a healthy, loving relationship, I’m going to throw up,” Loona looked down at her cell phone. “That nasty.”

Millie chuckled. Perhaps Loona was still too young to appreciate serious relationships. So instead of insisting, she relaxed her muscles and felt the adrenaline rush of anticipation sharpen her senses. Millie knocked twice on the door of Blitzo's office out of politeness and announced her presence.

“Not now, Millie! Why don't you go fuck your husband? I'm busy here.”

Millie rolled her eyes and opened the door, sliding into the office and closing it behind her. Her fingers found the lock and turned it.

“Damn, I can't take a week off because it all adds up,” Blitzo went on talking to himself, buried in a pile of documents and rereading them in utter annoyance. “What is Moxxie supposed to be here for if he can't check this kind of thing?”

For the last time, Millie wished her husband luck on his own mission and analyzed all of Blitzo's escape routes before heading toward him. Millie gave her boss credit when his spines stood up just from hearing the rhythm in Millie's footsteps.

“No…” Blitzo grunted and pushed off his chair to jump to the ground. “Millie, I told you I don't have time for this.”

She smirked and leaned her body forward, her tail wagging slowly. Blitzo looked at her in alarm and instinctively reached for his pistol. Well, she liked prey that put up resistance.

“Millie, if you woke up wanting to screw someone…” Blitzo pushed away from the table, heading to the window, considering his options. “Why don't you use your husband's ass and leave me alone?”

“We need to talk.”

“I don't want to talk.”

“Good,” Millie widened her smile. “I'll make you talk.”

Blitzo screamed as she lunged at him. Her boss dodged her at the last second, running for the door, but Millie leaped into the air, flying over the much larger imp and landing in front of him. Blitzo tried to slow down, but she shoved her whole body with her shoulder, tackling Blitzo to the ground as he let out a series of insults and his pistol slipped across the office. Millie chuckled in amusement and threw herself at Blitzo, struggling to turn him face down as he tried to crawl away from her.

“You're going to tell me what's wrong and we'll fix it,” Millie ordered as she fought to pin him down.

“You’re not my boss! I’m your boss!” Blitzo cried out in frustration, but his voice was strangled by a series of bottled—up emotions. “Don't make me fire you, Millie!”

She rolled her eyes because that was virtually impossible. Millie sat on Blitzo's waist, she closed her thighs to the sides of his body to hold him in place and when she felt a smack against her calf, Millie giggled and stepped on Blitzo's tail to keep him immobilized. She took advantage of the shower of insults she received to take Blitzo's arms and join them on her boss's back. Millie used her tail to wrap around Blitzo's wrists and immobilize him securely. And with her free hands, Millie placed one on the back of Blitzo's neck and pushed him to the ground so that he exposed his neck to her, drowning out his voice.

That was better. Like a well tied calf for the family dinner.

Millie leaned into Blitzo's ear, quite proud of her work.

“I told you all I could participate in the competition and win.” She bragged. “You and Striker wouldn't have stood a chance against me.”

“Yes, yes. You have the biggest one. I know! Now let go of me!” Blitzo cried out, struggling to look at her.

But Millie pressed her hand harder on Blitzo's head, forcing him to rest his forehead against the ground. Blitzo held his breath, stubborn as only he could be. Millie felt her heart sink. She missed her ridiculous, teasing, childish Blitzo who looked at her with puppy eyes and the tip of his tongue in sight. Moxxie missed the Blitzo who pushed him to be better because he believed in him, the one who made constant jokes and then encouraged him unconditionally even when the rest didn't.

“Stop fighting, Blitzø,” Millie asked softly.

“Stop using that tone with me, bitch!” Her boss stirred, his alarmed eyes darting from side to side and earnestly fighting her. “I don't know what you think is going on, damn it! But I don't need you to sweeten my ears while you attack me on the ground! I know you're upset with me for what I did by following you on your anniversary, but I already gave you a week to leave and you're still here!”

Millie blinked a few times and her shoulders fell. For a second she lost her grip on Blitzo, but when he struggled to get free, she squeezed her tail tighter, pulling Blitzo's arms so that he arched his back and remembered who was in control.

“Oh, Blitzø…” She giggled as the other imp growled. “Moxxie and I are not going anywhere.”

“What…? But…”

“We love you, silly.” Millie wasn't surprised when Blitzo bucked under her like a bull seeking to knock her down, but she was an expert with stubborn animals so she held her ground, using her free hand on Blitzo's shoulder. “Yes, love! Love! We love you! Stop acting like a child. We’re not going anywhere, understood? We love you—”

“You cannot—!”

“We're not going anywhere! We are family!” That stopped him and she leaned over him, catching her breath. “Say it.”

“What?”

“Blitzø, I swear by Satan and Lucifer, if you don't say it, I'm going to bite you,” Millie threatened.

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

Oh well, he can’t say she didn't warn him. Millie opened her mouth and bit Blitzo on the neck, right where his spine began. He screamed and growled but she didn't let go, hugging him around the shoulders and feeling how the spines on Blitzo's back tried to push her away but they easily bent from the force she was using against his body. She growled, piercing the other imp's skin enough to hear him gasp but knowing she wasn't really hurting him.

“Okay! Okay! Me too! Me too! Happy? Let me go!” Blitzo's voice cracked. “Millie...”

She released him and searched his eyes, noting the tears and fear glistening in Blitzo's pupils. She wanted to hug him and never let him go. What had they done to Blitzo to make him so afraid to say those words?

“Say it right…” Millie said softly.

Blitzo closed his eyes and cursed.

“I love you. We are family. I love Moxxie, Loona and you,” Blitzo looked away, breathing heavily. “Damn, I pity Moxxie. That fucking hurt! How can that little mouth of you have such strong jaws?”

She hugged him more gently and finally released him. Blitzo's arms fell to his sides, not really knowing what to do with them, but her boss's tail wrapped around her waist in a gentle embrace. Millie leaned into Blitzo's side, resting her chin on his shoulder hoping to give him enough comforting weight that he seemed to need.

“And we love you a lot. I’m very proud of you, Blitzø.”

He rolled his eyes, and a wistful smile painted his lips.

“Yeah, yes. You’re the weirdest mix of primal and caregiver I know,” Blitzo grunted and sighed heavily, closing his eyes. “I am sorry…”

“That doesn’t matter now,” Millie protectively stroked the other imp's horns. “Blitzø… You must speak with his highness.”

“Mils, no.” He closed his eyes. “I don't know what you think happened but trust me on this. Nothing happened! Stolas received a reminder of how to handle his extramarital affairs. And I got a prompt about who I really am and that—”

Millie bit his shoulder, less hard this time but enough to cut him off and hear him swear.

“Your drool, Millie. Your fucking drool in my clothes!”

She stuck out the tip of her tongue as he would and that made Blitzo laugh.

“I'm going to tell you something that I wish someone had said to me. If I were to judge my right to happiness by my past relationships…” Millie chimed in. “I wouldn't be married to Moxxie, I wouldn't work with you, and I wouldn't have Loona making me feel like an adult.”

Blitzo laughed silently, his back shaking from the movement thus making Millie laugh with him.

“You heard Asmodeus, Stolas turned his back on everything for sex with someone,” Blitzo laughed, but this time it was a broken, bitter laugh. “Do you know that I am the only lover that Stolas has? Pathetic.”

She knew it. Millie was aware that they were on their way to being a power couple if only they were honest. Maybe not healthy in human terms but indestructible for what Hell was. She also knew that this «pathetic»  wasn’t against the prince.

“He… I have this weird feeling… That… It's silly, you know? Considering that Stolas only wants to have sex with me,” Blitzo rested his forehead against the ground again. The gesture was one of excessive resignation and Millie wanted to pick him up, wrap him in blankets and hide him from the world. But she knew that if she moved Blitzo, he might stop. “I think he… thought it was a date. A date like the ones Moxxie and you have,” He started laughing nervously. “Ridiculous, isn't it? It was Ozzie's, you don't go there for love. No offense.”

She waved her hand, giggling.

“I don't think it's ridiculous. I think for Stolas it wasn't about the place, but that you invited him. He would have thought it was a date even if you told him to join you for fried noodles in the street,” Millie reached out and bit his cheek. “And you didn't tell him you needed him to spy on us, did you?”

“Ouch!” Blitzo turned his face just enough for her to see the look of guilt. “No… I didn't tell him! I didn't think he cared. And it made me anxious when I saw him so…”

“Handsome? Attractive? Sexy?”

“Millie!”

“I am not blind,” She defended herself. “You have good taste.”

“You say that because I flirted with you the first time, I saw you kill someone,” Blitzo scoffed.

“You see? You also flirt with Moxxie. You have good taste.”

That made them both laugh lightly.

“Anyway, Stolas was incredible, and I could only think that he was expecting something from me. I don't know,” Blitzo looked ahead. “A «Deluxe lovers package» or something like that. And I was there in my cheap clothes and feeling left behind…”

“You say things like that and there are jesters who have the nerve to say bad things about you,” Millie frowned, thinking like so many times that she should have hit that demon that seemed to know Blitzo.

“Enough, you know what happened. Everything went to, well, hell.”

“Not all. And you didn't give us time to tell you this: Thank you for standing up for Moxxie,” Millie rubbed her nose where she had bitten him.

“Thank you for jumping over the favorite demon of the prince of the Lust Ring just for me,” Blitzo muttered.

“You know how I am when someone picks on my boys. It doesn't matter who.” She squeezed him until he groaned, then looked at Blitzo seriously. “But I'm serious. You should have been honest with the prince! His poor heart! How could you have those adorable eyes in front of you and not pay attention to him? I can't when Moxxie looks at me like that. What about you? The audacity of some bosses.”

“Stolas is ashamed of me!”

Moxxie would count to ten before reacting. But Moxxie wasn't there. Millie instead bit Blitzo's neck hard, making him yelp in pain at being such an idiot.

“If he was ashamed of you, he wouldn't be flaunting you everywhere! Like Loo Loo Land? In front of the entire imp population of the Wrath Ring?” Millie pressed her hand to the back of Blitzo's neck like a gentle reprimand. “Don't you think he was embarrassed that someone like Asmodeus would throw his actions in his face like the frivolities and impulses of a spoiled prince? They were horrible to you two, Blitzø!”

“…they just said—” He had the wisdom to cut himself off when he heard her growl, “Are you going to bite me?”

“Only if you say something mean about a member of my family,” Millie warned, and to make her threat clear, she rested her knees on Blitzo's hands that were still on the sides of his hips. Very prepared to submit him until he stopped talking nonsense.

“You are a savage.”

“Oh, I love you too,” Millie giggled when she saw him look away. “What I mean is that that pair spoke of his highness as if he was a horrible leader, an ungrateful husband, and a bad father.”

“Stolas is nothing like that. He—” Blitzo repressed his voice and nodded. “I see your point.”

“How fast, that's why you're the boss. Our clever Blitzø,” Millie smiled proudly. “Do you realize that the prince must have been embarrassed by how those were portraying him?”

Blitzo made a noise of agreement.

“And you always act extra idiotic with him to hide that you really care about the prince, right?” Millie pushed a little more and felt Blitzo's tail tighten around her waist. “Use your words, sweetheart.”

“…Yes.”

“With him, not only sex is amazing, right?”

“…Yes,” Blitzo sighed. “Not only that.”

“And what were the bear traps for?”

“Millie!”

She laughed, noting that he was in a better mood. There was their Blitzo, exasperated, happy, hypocritical, and loyal Blitzo.

“What? You always push into Moxxie's and my sex life.”

“That's because you're an exhibitionist and he likes to be humiliated.”

“That's not the point.”

“Part of it is!” Blitzo laughed wickedly. “But fair point. This is going to sound ironic given everything that's happened today… but Stolas likes to be bitten. The guy is indestructible, and my teeth are relatively small for all that he is.”

“Oh! So, you use bear traps like big bites,” Millie nodded. “Witty.”

“Thank you…” Blitzo closed his eyes. “And yes, it was…”

“You must speak to the prince,” Millie asked. “Moxxie, Loona and I suffer seeing you so miserable and pretending you're not. In any case, talk to us!”

“But it's more fun when you force me,” Blitzo joked, but his laughter fell quickly. “It's complicated… At Ozzie's, I realized that in the end Stolas is a prince and he has too much on the line to put him at risk for an imp. He must think about Octavia. I don't have that problem, Loona, and I can't sink any lower. But his daughter…?”

“That is something you should let them decide.”

“Maybe they don't know what it’s— Don't bite me!” Blitzo freed one of his hands to push Millie's face off his neck. “I get it! I get it! Dammit! You are a wild bitch!”

“You love him, Blitzo. And no, don't look at me like that, or I'm going to use the bear trap on you,” Millie threatened and then her gaze softened to caress his cheek. “You love him. So much so that you're afraid to give him that power over you because you know you're not going to survive if this goes wrong. So you're an extra jerk to compensate. I was like that with Moxxie. But people like them? They don't give up easily on people like us.”

Blitz closed his eyes.

“Do you think he wants to talk about it? Really?”

“I know it,” Millie lay back on top of him on his left side, hugging him around the shoulders and wrapping her tail around Blitzo's waist. “The whole team is ready for you to finish the deal with Stolas. We can find another way up or do as Striker and kill other demons. We would be better.”

“It would be more dangerous…”

“That doesn’t matter,” Millie assured with a confident smile. “You guys need to speak up and start fairly. As reasonable as possible so that you don’t feel at a disadvantage.”

“…it is not a matter of money. I don't care that he's rich.”

“But there is an imbalance of power due to the book,” Millie nodded. “And the deal you guys have to base your relationship? We all know. It's ridiculous that you cling to that when you just want to be together,” She rolled her eyes. “And, Blitzø, if the worst case scenario occurs, we will be there for you. We'll go on walks, you and Loona can have movie marathons, Moxxie will cook all your favorite dishes for you and you and I can sign up for fights and let all your emotions out until we see our enemies bleed.”

Blitzo chuckled and looked at her gratefully.

“You guys have thought of everything, huh?”

“You gave us a week to plan it,” Millie closed her eyes with a satisfied smile. “We are here for you, Blitzø. You take care of us and we take care of you.”

They heard a portal open behind them, Blitzo looked at her in alarm and she smiled guiltily.

…she had forgotten to tell Blitzo that Moxxie had gone to talk to Stolas.

“Welcome,” She greeted the prince —technically Blitzo's boyfriend— and her husband.

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Welcome to Millie's rough love.

I'm thinking of what I could write when this is over.

1. Where Stolas gets divorced and is removed from the line of succession when Octavia is 2 years old. At the same time, Blitzo discovers that he cannot adopt Loona unless he's married. So, he proposes a solution: Stolas marries him and in return, Blitzo helps him raise Via. Yes, arranged but consensual marriage.
2. Blitzo confesses to Stolas about his father's plans, and they manage to find a solution. Thanks to this, they're still friends. Because Stolas suffers neglect, he manages to visit Blitzo at the circus and starts living for the first time while pretending to be a jester demon. Maybe add Asmodeus and Fizzarolli as a secondary ship?
3. Pirates AU: It was a simple attack on a summer palace. But due to a miscalculation with the dates, Blitzo and his crew end up infiltrating a royal party. Refusing to give up, Blitzo offers himself as a distraction, while the rest of his crew continues with the plan. After a few distractions, Blitzo spends the night with Stolas, discovering that he's the crown prince of another kingdom. In exchange for a favor, Blitzo is forced to swear loyalty to Stolas and protect him from other pirates.

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What is your favorite type of demon in the series? I really like the possibility of jester demons. But the marine ones also have so many possible designs. 

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Chapter 23: Silk

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There should be a law in Hell. Who should I fuck for that law to be implemented...?

«If Blitzo had an emotional shock, he has the right not to face another one for a month»

Because fate was being a fucking bastard, hitting him so many times that it was already a crime. One revelation after another, to the point where he was physically pinned to the ground and metaphorically bruised until he felt all soft and fluffy inside.

Nasty…

And now, after Millie had shouted words of affection at him and forced him to confess his, it wasn't just Moxxie who he had to deal with.

But there was Stolas.

Elegant in formal attire, but without screaming nobility. The kind of outfit he might as well wear to a small coffee shop at sunset. Collarless purple shirt, his neckline showing through the fabric, with the sleeves rolled up and blue ink stains on his fingers. So, they had been working before M&M had gotten involved. Blitzo cleared his throat when he noticed Stolas's tight black pants down to his knees. It was good to know that depression hadn't taken away his sexual desire. Stolas blinked multiple times, surely wondering what Millie was doing so comfortably on his back. And that would be an awfully long and complicated explanation that, if possible, Blitzo wished he didn't have to deal with right now.

Moxxie walked quickly towards them, taking his wife's hand, and helping her up. Blitzo prepared to do it on his own and was surprised to see Moxxie's hand in front of his face.

“Sir, I'm going to take the rest of the team shopping for office supplies. You know Loona doesn't like it when I pick out her stuff.” The imp commented with an encouraging smile. “And then we'll go eat, is that okay with you?”

“…I guess. But don't forget my crayons,” Blitzo stretched his body and massaged his beaten neck.

“I never would, sir,” Moxxie promised and took his wife's hand.

They left the office.

And they left him alone with Stolas.

They both looked at each other, listening as Loona complained loudly about having to leave and how M&M convinced her that it was a promising idea. Stolas smiled and sat down on the sofa. The one Blitzo had gotten for when Stolas went to the office and could be relatively comfortable. He caressed his choker, trying to get something out of that cosmic luck that it had and remembering everything Stolas had done for him when he didn't have to and shouldn't.

One of those destructive voices in his mind told him that it was nothing emotional. That was what the rich did with their lovers. Hence the term «Sugar Baby». Much more suitable for their—

“Fuck,” Blitzo grunted and felt that put Stolas on alert. “No, not you. It's…” He restrained himself from smiling nervously and forcing jokes. Instead, he touched his forehead, tapping it. “It is against me.”

“Oh..,” Stolas nodded and smiled slightly. “I understand that.”

Blitzo forced a nod. What the hell was he doing? He sat down on the sofa and was surprised when Stolas took his hands, closing the distance between them.

Dammit…

He shouldn't.

If he did...

He really shouldn't.

He was going to lose all resistance if he dared.

But he did.

Blitzo looked up and saw the prince's wistful eyes.

And his own eyes burned.

His tail wrapped around the prince's waist and quickly pulled him against his body. Before he knew it, Blitzo was clinging to Stolas as if his life depended on it. Actually, in a way, it did. Every damn step he'd taken on that gold and marble staircase had led to that realization. At every step toward Stolas, with their intimate moments, silly jokes, and pointless conversations, Blitzo had ended up falling hard for the prince. There was no point in denying it anymore. Because Stolas's cologne surrounded him, mixed with the soothing bath salts. The voices fell silent. Blitzo held on tighter to the prince's body, knowing he was ruining a perfectly good shirt in the process, but he didn't care. If he let go of Stolas, he was going to fall straight into the mud. His claws tore through the perfect fabric, and he breathed deeply against the long feathers at Stolas's neckline.

“Damn it…” Blitzo grunted.

What did it matter? Millie had taken it upon herself to skin him alive, biting and hugging him, leaving him fresh and vulnerable to Stolas. He no longer had the energy to fight. A week of ruin and a moment of love had left him incapacitated.

Stolas hugged him, his long arms protecting him. But Blitzo needed more, so he pulled the prince closer to his body, until Stolas fell ungracefully on top of him, making him laugh. Stolas hooted in amusement and rubbed his face in the space between his horns.

“I missed you, darling.”

And… the tears began to flow. So Blitzo hid his face in Stolas's neck, trying to calm down. He was scared. No, terrified. What was worse? Stay in the mud or fly with the awareness that he had no wings and that if he fell, he wouldn’t survive? Worse things he had ruined. And Stolas? Stolas was decadent and ridiculous, powerful, and so naive. Perfect. One of the best things that had ever happened to him.

“We're screwed, Stolas,” He murmured against the soft feathers of his neck.

Stolas laughed and searched his face, but Blitzo refused to indulge him. If he did, he wouldn't be able to control his tears and they wouldn't be able to have a decent talk. So, he took a deep breath. One thing he would always be grateful for was how he synced up with Stolas. The prince could sense what wasn’t said and acted accordingly. They would talk later, of course. They would repeat what they had surely talked about with Moxxie and Millie. But at that moment? They both knew they were together.

Fuck.

It felt good to have this ridiculous prince with him.

“A very intelligent imp pointed out to me that I never explained my feelings for you,” Stolas confessed.

“Yeah... a very wild imp made me see that I'm extra stupid with you so you wouldn't realize that... well…” Blitzo shrugged. “You know…”

Stolas started kissing the base of his horns, moving down his cheek and making him laugh. The cunning prince managed to grab his face, and Blitzo drew in a rough breath as he noted the galaxy of emotions shimmering in Stolas's eyes. The prince's thumbs wiped away the rest of the tears in his eyes and he wanted to lose himself in that moment for at least a second.

“You don't have to say it if you're not ready.”

Obviously, Stolas was that understanding even though it was highly likely that the only person who had said words of affection to him was Octavia.

“I'm not good at this. But…” Blitzo vowed to prove to him that if he couldn't say two simple words because he feared they would be the start of his descent, he might as well try to prove them in action. “You know what I’m talking about, don’t you?”

Stolas agreed. And he was so kind that he didn't put into words how he felt. Blitzo welcomed that consideration because he didn't think he could survive.

“Blitzy…” Stolas looked at him lamentingly. “I would like to tell you that we have a formal relationship and that we start from the beginning, but…”

“To hell with start over!” Blitzo laughed, relaxing him. “What are we? Humans with pure souls and conscience? Stolas! I don't mind being your dirty little secret no so secret,” He took the prince's chin to hold his gaze. “You explained to me well how your situation works. I don't expect you to fight against the infernal hierarchy to be with me.”

“But I would!”

“And that's why I'm telling you not to!” Blitzo pushed him down and climbed into his lap. He had really missed those perfect thighs. “This isn't one of those romance books you like. Do you have any idea how many people would be mad if you just did that?” He tapped him on the forehead. “Silly bird, you’re lucky to be so pretty. I want to screw the royals, but not at the cost of the safety of you and our families.”

“But…”

“I appreciate the sentiment. I know I'm worth starting a war. But let's be smart about this,” Blitzo insisted, framing an eyebrow. “Because… You heard in the club what they said— “

Why didn't anyone let him speak?

Blitzo almost lost his balance when Stolas kissed him. His hands fell squarely on the exposed plumage at the prince's neckline, and he groaned against Stolas's mouth who chuckled and released him.

“I don't think you're the same as they describe. I don't think they’re right.”

“Well, I'm sorry to inform you, you’re wrong.”

Blitzo cringed, he could have sworn Millie would appear out of nowhere just to bite him for saying that.

“I understand that Miss Mayday is not over you and is very upset, but all she complained about you?” Stolas clicked his tongue. “I'm sorry to say that she and I don't agree completely. For example, she said that you were very selfish in bed. And I can testify that it is not true.”

Blitzo felt the corner of his mouth twitch. One day he should talk about what had been the problems in his relationship with Verosika. But it was nice to know that Stolas was actually pleased with him.

“And selfish? Heartbreaker?” Stolas took his face in such reverence that Blitzo blushed. “Who could call you selfish when you have put your life on the line countless times for others?” He denied. “You broke her heart, and I can't judge her if she's not over you. We each deal with unrequited love in diverse ways. But that doesn't mean she's right. Blitzy, I have been selfish and even though you have constantly made it clear to me that you have felt that people are using you, I have been insincere for fear of losing you. Of the two, I’m the selfish one.”

“Stolas... No. Don't try to carry all this shit alone,” Blitzo struggled to free himself, but it was hard to escape the silken touch on his damaged existence. “Remember, I've been an extra jerk to you, and you deserve better than that.” He looked away. “Also, I no longer have the excuse that it's just sex and I'm not creative enough to come up with excuses to not show you, my feelings.”

“But we can…?” Stolas looked around. “Not a deal, not a favor for a favor. Something…”

“A discreet relationship?” Blitzo shrugged and winked at him. His cheeks were hot, but if he pretended to be in complete control, Stolas might not notice. “Sounds good. But…” He frowned. “I need the book. And I don't want you to just give it to me… Damn. Regarding that, we return to the beginning.”

“We will find a solution to that. I respect your wish not to feel tied to me by the book,” Stolas promised. “If I'm honest... of everything about us, I don't need to talk right now about business, contracts, or work.”

Blitzo thought it over. Yeah, it wasn't something they could fix at that moment. But it was definitely a priority. His eyes settled on Stolas, on the blush on his cheeks and the awkward, nervous smile he wore. Yes, the book was a work schedule problem. And the rules said that after draining his emotions, Blitzo deserved an afternoon off.

“Good. But to be clear, I have a record of lousy relationships and I assume that you haven’t had a date in your life. And no, Ozzie's doesn't count,” Blitzo clarified. “We're going to need help.”

Stolas nodded enthusiastically. Well, that was the most they had. Enthusiasm. He wished that would work. Blitzo chuckled. How screwed up were the two to have fallen in love under such precarious circumstances?

“Oh,” Stolas straightened up, worried. “Will Loona still be mad at me?”

For the first time in his life, Blitzo understood why Stolas cocked his head in confusion. He found himself doing the same until his sore neck protested. What did all this have to do with his daughter?

“...a little, but it will go away quickly. Why...?” Blitzo raised an eyebrow. “Have you been in contact with Loona without me knowing?”

“I could ask you the same thing with Octavia.”

That was fair.

“So that's a yes…” Blitzo narrowed his eyes. “I swear by all the souls of sinners that if Loona calls you dad before me, I'm not going to forgive you.”

Stolas threw his head back against the back of the chair and laughed aloud. Damn, Blitzo found himself relaxing immediately. Had he almost missed hearing that?

“Oh, darling... You don't have to worry about that,” Stolas looked at him. “But she definitely doesn't deny that you're her father. Not when we complain about how you worry us.”

Blitzo could imagine how his eyes lit up as Stolas hugged him back to his chest. Well, he was going to allow Stolas to hang out with his Loony.

“So…a discreet relationship?” Stolas ventured, cupping his cheek. “Is it clear that I don't want sex and that what I want most is your company? Did I express my desire to be with you because it is you?”

Blitzo looked away and nodded.

“I'll try not to mess it up, okay? I don't promise it's going to be perfect, but you have my permission to point out when I'm an extra jerk. And you're going to get sex immediately because I'm not going to punish myself in this arrangement.” He smirked.

“I would like that,” Stolas rubbed his cheek against his. “I promise to respect your work schedules and not to embarrass you in public. I will control my enthusiasm.”

“I told you that you could be yourself with me, didn't I? Well, do it, but... Don't refer to me as if you were promoting me as a registered product. Do you have any idea that because of your behavior in Loo Loo Land and Wrath I have had too many proposals from «new clients» interested in what I can do to have caught the attention of the powerful prince Stolas?”

That caught the attention of the other demon. Good. Because Blitzo had always said that if you're good at something, it was good to monetize it, but with Verosika he learned that profiting from his sex skills wasn’t as satisfying as planning, killing, and creating chaos.

“Oh, my darling, I'm sorry... why didn't you tell me?”

“Because I didn't think you cared. You were going around ventilating our intimacy. You, being married, being an Ars Goetia, made it clear that I, an imp, was your lover,” Blitzo rolled his eyes. “Which does not bother me, nor does it embarrass me. But I wasn't interested in starting another business either. I.M.P. is what I like to do for work.”

“I didn't realize it, my sweet Blitzy. Seriously, you should tell me when I don't realize I'm being offensive or putting you down,” Stolas asked, and it was obvious that he had truly been unaware of the effects of his actions. “Asmodeus is right, I am very selfish. I need to work on that. But I beg you, make me realize it. With you or with others. It was never my intention.”

Well, it was going to be a prolonged process. Blitzo would ask for the help of M&M for that. But it was... nice to know that Stolas wanted to improve for him.

“And if I offend you or do something—”

“You're always worried about it, Blitzy,” Stolas kissed his forehead again because it was another thing Stolas seemed to enjoy doing and Blitzo wasn't against it. “You have a horrible vocabulary, very vulgar and crude, but I love it. I know you say «bitch» to everyone, including yourself. You don't offend me. But if it happens, I'll tell you. Just…don't push me away, okay? That is what hurts me the most.”

Blitzo nodded, he could try that too.

“If I push you away, you can do something about it. If I try to push you away it's because I'm panicking.” He shrugged as if it was no big deal to have such a tragic past that it made him afraid to be around other people. “It doesn't do me any good to be left alone with my mind.” He continued. “If you see that I'm shutting down or trying to push you away, pick me up and… I don't know, lock me in with you and force me to talk. Millie can give you some ideas on how that works, but I think you can get your own. If it's too much for me, I'll use our safe word. But… if I don't, it means I really need someone to shake me up.”

“And I’m an indestructible demon, I can contain your fury.”

“Stolas, I would never attack you,” Blitzo reminded him, thinking of Stolas's wife, his own father, and every abusive interaction they'd ever had.

“I know darling. Your anger is self-destructive. I'm not going to let you down,” Stolas promised.

“Well…” Blitzo nodded, thinking that there were still hundreds of problems, but at least some of them had a possible solution.

Good…

That felt good. He liked having plans. And Stolas was strong. Stronger and more resilient than all his past relationships. Plus, he had Moxxie and Millie to point out when he was being a jerk.

Besides, he had to set a good example for Loona. Hopefully, she could learn from his mistakes and aspire to something better. Blitzo laughed.

“What is so funny?” Stolas asked.

“I just raised the bar for Loona to divine pantheons,” Blitzo laughed out loud. “She always has to aspire better than me!”

“Blitzy!” Stolas looked at him with amusement and indignation. “Instead, I thought this would help Octavia see that social class doesn't matter and that she will always have my support, no matter who she chooses. Or if she doesn't choose anyone.”

“Would you be okay if Octavia decided to go out with a hellhound?”

“Of course!” Stolas responded immediately. “Maybe not the rest of the royals and surely they would think that I influenced Via. But she would have me, unconditionally and… Oh, that's a possibility, isn't it? I need to ensure that if anything happens, Octavia can count on me for support.”

“Hey!” Blitzo waved his hand to get Stolas's attention. “I admit that watching you be a father is very sexy. But let's go slow, okay?”

“You started!”

“But you should always be the one to finish first,” Blitzo cupped his chin and smirked. “Isn't that right, beautiful thing?”

Stolas nodded, blushing. It felt good to be back. No, it felt better now.

“One more thing.”

“Yes…?” Stolas was looking at his mouth, yearning for the possibility of what might happen between them.

Reconciliation sex looked more and more promising.

“You are mine,” Blitzo whispered, kissing him, and sinking into what Stolas meant, like smooth silk over his scars. Perfect and scary. But his.

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I appreciate all the comments in the previous chapter. They made me incredibly happy! The truth is that I didn't think my ideas for another fic would be so well received. Unfortunately, my neurodivergent brain began to mess up between AO3 and Wattpad, so I did a Twitter poll to better keep track. Thank you for understanding. You can vote here on Twitter.

 

What is your favorite type of demon in the series? I really like the possibility of jester demons. But the marine demons also have so many possible designs. 

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Chapter 24: Getaway

This time they were going to do things discreetly and well thought out. Planned actions, as Blitzo used to say. His dear Octavia had suggested that they all deserved a break. A little getaway. And Stolas decided that it would be the best option to be able to show Blitzo that he was seriously interested in an emotional relationship with him by respecting the agreements they had made after having a long talk clarifying every confusion and misunderstanding, they had with each other. So, Stolas extended an invitation to I.M.P. for the weekend, and to spend a day on the beach of an abandoned island in the human world.

Octavia had told him that it was particularly good that he considered the work of others. So, Stolas was beaming with happiness. He coordinated with Blitzo to make the portal in his office, to make everything more subtle. Stolas had enjoyed the note of surprise in Blitzo's voice as he explained his plan and how his imp had stumbled over his nonchalant attitude before cracking a joke and agreeing.

“My Starfire…?” Stolas poked his head into the corridor. “Are you ready?”

“Yes.”

“Oh!”

Stolas turned to see his daughter. Behind her, a perfect portal had appeared from her room.

“Dad, are you seriously going to wear that?”

“Via! Oh, my darling,” Stolas hugged her against his body, even though his heart was pounding. “Your magic is getting more and more magnificent. I didn't feel the rip of reality when you opened your portal!” He separated her and cupped her face. “What an incredible and pleasant scare you gave me, my star.”

“Dad!” She pushed him away, rubbing her cheeks and hiding her blush. “I'm serious. Are you going to wear that horrible shirt?”

Stolas looked at his short-sleeved purple shirt with little watermelon prints all over it and his red shorts.

“But it matches my bag.” He pointed to the huge green bag with stripes of a darker shade.

“...It’s a dad shirt,” Octavia rolled her eyes.

“Well, that's what I am, isn't it?” He said gamely.

“Whatever…”

Via was wearing a black beach dress with little sheer ruffles on top of looser fabric underneath. Black glasses rested on her head and a choker with a cartoon bird skull adorned her neck. Over her shoulder, she carried a black backpack with Latin and Hebrew writing that Stolas knew were insults. Octavia smirked and he let it go.

“Do you want to do the honors, my shooting star?”

Octavia shrugged, pretending she didn't care, but he caught her small smile. Stolas admired the grace with which she opened a portal to I.M.P. and passed through it, touching her hair casually. He followed her, enjoying the image before his eyes. Moxxie had a huge bag dragging it across the floor and the second his eyes meet Stolas. The imp began to thank him while checking that his orange shirt was buttoned up and out of his black shorts. Millie was talking to Octavia, holding her hand, and admiring her nails. She wore a blue summer blouse, with sleeves similar to the wings of a butterfly with a wide neckline and shorts of the same color.

“What do you have there, little imp?” Stolas asked noticing that Blitzo and Loona hadn't arrived yet.

“Oh, whatever is necessary, your highness,” Moxxie answered proudly. “You never know.”

“Alright bitches!” Blitzo kicked the office door. “The heart of this party and the joy of your mornings have arrived!”

“Sir…” Moxxie scolded, running to check the state of the door.

“Another one in a dad shirt…” Octavia groaned, throwing her face back overly dramatically.

Blitzo smirked greedily. Stolas felt his heart race at the sight of his imp. Blitzo had chosen to wear a red collarless open shirt with violet star prints all over that matched his black mid-thigh shorts. On his shoulder, he carried an inflatable in the shape of a white horse. Behind him was Loona, her eyes on her cell phone. The hellhound was wearing skimpy jean shorts and a top that must have been part of a bikini, topped off with a plaid flannel that Stolas hoped wouldn't make her warm.

Stolas lost all train of thought as Blitzo threw his inflatable at Stolas's feet, jumped onto it, skillfully placed his weight on Stolas's thigh, and reached up to his face, giving him a brief kiss before winking and giving him one of his most devilish and attractive smiles in his repertoire.

“Hey, sexy,” With the same agility, Blitzo jumped into the air to the ground. Millie clapped her hands, while Stolas was speechless. “Thank you, thank you. I know how amazing I’m. Thank you,” Blitzo looked at Octavia. “How about you make the portal, princess? Let's see if it's true that you've improved.”

Octavia nodded and waved her hand, opening a nearly perfect portal between dimensions. Stolas opened and closed his mouth, recovering from such a perfect greeting, as he watched the entire group pass through the portal. He was the last, after hearing his daughter call him a couple of times. But when he reached the perfect beach, he found himself face to face with Loona. She had her hands on her hips and her eyes…

Stolas knew that look.

“Looney…?”

But Stolas stopped Blitzo and extended his arm in front of the hellhound.

“Do I make it hurt?”

Loona nodded, showing her fangs. Stolas held Blitzo's gaze a second and turned his attention back to the young woman. He nodded and Loona took his arm in her hands and bit down hard. Stolas gasped as he felt her perforate through his muscles and blood stain his plumage. He breathed slowly, feeling Loona's anger and frustration in that gesture. Her eyes were clearing, but she stayed longer than necessary against his arm, not hurting him anymore. Stolas slid his thumb between Loona's eyebrows and caressed her there.

“Let it all out, my girl. But you understand that I can't let you do this all the time, right?”

Loona nodded imperceptibly.

“Release everything you feel, he’s safe,” Stolas cheered because Loona had an insatiable desire to attack the one who had hurt her father, and surely she hadn't had someone to teach her to control those impulses. “Better?”

Loona released him. Stolas didn’t miss the fact that she licked her teeth. Now Loona could find him anywhere. His essence would be permanently stored in the memory bank of the hellhound. Loona didn't let go of his arm and looked at him expectantly. Stolas was slow to notice that she wanted him to heal the wound and when he did, Loona released him and walked over to Octavia, putting her arm around his daughter's shoulders, asking if she wanted to go look for dead seashells and starfish. Octavia nodded, frankly impressed with Loona's courage, and the two began to walk down the beach.

“That was…” Blitzo took his arm, confirming that he was okay. “It's…”

“Can I bite him too?” Millie asked, raising her hand.

“No!” Blitzo and Moxxie yelled in unison.

Stolas laughed amusedly, but from the look Blitzo gave him, it seemed he shouldn't encourage the imp in that. Millie winked at him in a friendly way and ran towards the beach, pulling her husband with her. Which left him and Blitzo with the task of creating something decent for the group. Blitzo cursed his team, but he could tell he wasn't serious. Stolas used his magic to protect the island, not intending that some rich man or group of young humans with nothing better to do would decide to approach the place. Blitzo took it upon himself to put up a tent, explaining that due to Loona's fur, it wasn't good for her to be out in the heat for so long. It was that kind of paternal protective instinct that overruled demonic powers or true physical resistance. Stolas understood, looking at his daughter in the distance, walking on the rocks and recovering pieces of coral that had washed ashore.

Stolas helped by putting the towels on the sand, laughing when he noticed that Blitzo had one with the image of the Princess of Wrath and her winged horse. The movie that Blitzo and Octavia had gone to see. He didn't know his imp had enjoyed that story enough to get merchandise.

“Ready, if those fuckers complain, then let them come and do it themselves,” Blitzo stated as he finished arranging everything and turned around. “Well?”

“Splendid, Blitzy,” Stolas assured sincerely. “Is there something you wish to do?”

“With Octavia here, I don't think it's a good idea to get drunk,” Blitzo pondered, not really complaining, but as an observation. “I don't know... Have you done this before?”

Stolas shook his head, feeling awkward. He had never had a trip like this, among friends, family, and with someone he loved. Blitzo nodded, finding it quite reasonable.

“Okay, let's change that. Hike? Swim? Sunbath?” Blitzo rested his hands on his hips. “Keep your options for the general public or M&M won't leave us alone.”

“Blitzy!” Stolas put his hand on his chest. “I had not thought of that.” He noted the analytical gaze of his imp. “Not with everyone present.”

“That's the bastard I know,” Blitzo scoffed. “Well?”

Stolas was usually looking to do things that his imp would find interesting. The memory of what had happened at Ozzie's shook him, reminding him how he couldn't keep Blitzo's attention on him for five seconds...

Stolas refocused.

It was going to cost, but they would surpass that tragic episode. Even though he now understood better what had happened, it was still uncomfortable. But he decided not to burn out over it. Now they were there. Blitzo looked at him patiently, as if he were to receive a mission. Stolas allowed himself the luxury of living that moment between them and being honest with himself.

“I like to be near the pool or the sea. But I don't prioritize swimming,” Stolas admitted. “How about we sunbathe for a while?”

“Perfect. If we go in the water, Millie is going to suggest some kind of competition and it's going to turn into a butcher shop,” Blitzo groaned, and his eyes danced between the things under the tent and the sand below the sun. “You're not going to smell like roast chicken if you stay out of the darkness too long, are you?”

Stolas shook his head, amused. He took his towel and put it down on the beach and sat on it, arranging the things in his bag. Blitzo just looked at him, not moving his towel next to his, but smiled as he noted the beer cans Stolas had brought. He hadn't bought them intending to get drunk., but they were a refreshing drink in the sun. Stolas looked at his imp when Blitzo looked at him expectantly.

“Do you need anything, Blitzy?”

His imp raised an eyebrow.

“That you settle down and give me space between your legs, goof,” Blitzo took off his shirt, tossing it into the tent.

Oh.

Oh.

“Of course!” Stolas moved awkwardly to sit on his towel, supporting his weight on one hand. In a second Blitzo jumped on his leg and leaned between his thighs, using him as a backrest. “Ah, this is better, it's like being in an expensive SPA with luxurious pillows.”

Stolas laughed, noting how refreshing Blitzo's skin felt against his body. A smile formed on his lips as he noted how his imp's horns fit comfortably against the sides of his torso. Stolas took off his shirt, folded it into his bag, and handed Blitzo a can of beer. He wasn't really a fan of those kinds of drinks, but he knew it was the kind of thing his imp enjoyed. Stolas opened his beer and drank from it, admitting how refreshing it was.

“I could get used to this,” Blitzo admitted.

“Getaways?” Stolas ventured, noticing that his imp's free hand was caressing the inside of his thigh, giving him chills.

“I guess?” Blitzo ventured, drinking some more from his can. “This is new for me. Before, I had no one to do this.” He pointed to his friends, his daughters, and then to Stolas. “Then with Verosika… I wouldn't have felt comfortable doing these things. So… I don’t know. It’s nice.”

“This kind of thing, even in Hell, wasn't something I thought families did,” Stolas explained. “I didn't have an example like this to try to recreate with Octavia. And with Stella, unless it was some social event, we didn't do anything else.”

“How about going to Loo Loo Land?”

“Stella hated it, she stopped going with us. Sometimes I feel like she detested my connection to Octavia,” Stolas explained thoughtfully because it felt strange to put into words the possibility that his wife, of all demons, was jealous in some sort and specifically because of him. “Stella couldn't believe that Octavia and I wanted to go there and not to Lu Lu World like the rest of the rich families.”

“Oh yeah, why didn't you?” Blitzo raised his head to look at him.

“You've seen Octavia, she doesn't like all this stuff about royalty and rich people.”

“Clever girl,” Blitzo said proudly. “And…? Haven't you done things like this just with your daughter?”

“Yes and no. Inside the palace we read books at the foot of the pool, we watch movies and things like that. But escapades to the human world? Go somewhere with others and that she had someone to talk to?” Stolas looked at his daughter proudly. “This is the first time she has come here, and just look at her!”

“She's a natural,” Blitzo agreed. “Loona doesn't have many friends, so I was impressed with how well she handled Octavia.” He shot a glance at Stolas’s arm. “Why did you let her bite you?”

“Because I hurt her father and her overprotective instinct required that she take revenge,” Stolas drew his legs up a bit and put his arm across his knees so Blitzo could see there was no injury. “The hellhounds communicate with oral actors. Verbal, growling, howling or with bites and licks.”

“Listening to you makes me feel like I know very little about my Loony,” Blitzo rested his chin right where his daughter bit Stolas and pursed his lips in annoyance.

“Darling, I see it differently,” Stolas chimed in, watching as Octavia used her magic to lift a huge rock so she could see what kind of creatures lived under it. “You try to make her feel like Loona is her own person, no matter what race she is. That is also admirable.”

“Perhaps…” Blitzo was silent for a minute, then laughed. “That explains why she bites me so much. I thought she got that habit from Millie.”

“Oh, but you're just appetizing, Blitzy.”

Stolas leaned down and brushed the tip of his beak at the place where his imp's neck and shoulder met and brushed there. Blitzo reached up and stroked the feathers on his head, drawing him closer to him. Stolas hugged him tightly against his body, trapping him between his thighs. Blitzo sighed and his grip tightened. For the first time, Stolas allowed himself to read more in that act. Blitzo would have moments where he not only pulled him into his body but held him there, digging his fingers into his feathers and guiding his body to catch him there. After the talk Stolas had with Moxxie, he wondered if that was an unconscious act of his imp because he didn't want to be abandoned. Stolas brushed his thighs against Blitzo's sides, drawing him even closer to his body and sitting him on his hips. He wrapped an arm around his waist. His imp sighed, sliding his free hand up his right leg, slipping his fingers under his shorts and caressing the sensitive area where his thigh ended and his butt began, his skillful tail curled around his other leg, slipping under his clothes. Stolas sighed and moved his head, searching for Blitzo. He caught Stolas in a kiss, using his tongue against his and his teeth to hurt him enough. Devouring him. Stolas ran his hands down Blitzo's torso, caressing his waist and down his hips, hearing his imp sigh against his lips, arching into his touch.

Stolas protested as Blitzo broke away chuckling silently.

“Just look at that expression of yours.”

“Blitzy…”

“Oh no. This is revenge. Remember you had the nerve to tell me you wanted to start over? Yeah,” Blitzo sneered maliciously. “I haven't worked this hard, so you would always want more from me as for you to drop such sweet suggestions.”

He didn't know how, but Blitzo had a gift for saying dirty and emotionally sweet things at the same time.

“You’re so unfair, Blitzy,” Stolas buried his face against Blitzo's shoulder, feeling his body and thighs released. “If you do things like that, how should I control myself?”

“I admit you tempt me.” His imp said, spanking him on his left thigh, making him shiver. “But it will be later, beautiful.” Blitzo jumped to his feet. “Loona! Octavia! Don't you want to play?”

“What?” The hellhound answered from across the beach, not caring that they were yelling.

“Shoulder war!” Blitzo pointed to his daughter. “You and me against Octavia and Feathers. And we're going to shatter them!”

Stolas blinked in surprise and stood up, struggling to regain his composure. His daughter wasted no time and opened a portal to be with them in an instant. Octavia's competitive and dangerous gaze reminded Stolas that his daughter was destined to command his legions in the future.

“It seems fair to me. If your daughter bit my father, I'm going to drown you,” Octavia determined.

“Via!”

“That's the girl I know and like! It seems fair to me! But only if you can beat Loona and me,” Blitzo smiled dangerously. “Which is not going to happen.”

Stolas laughed as his daughter dragged him out to sea, removing her dress to reveal a gray and black striped bikini and continuing to order him not to be distracted.

“Later you should let us play!” Millie demanded seeing Blitzo quickly climbing on top of Loona's head. “I want your highness as my partner!”

Stolas looked at his daughter, putting his knee on the sand to help her up. Octavia smiled at him with fighting determination, and he knew he would always remember that day on a secret beach in the human world.

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Blitzo: Millie is going to suggest some kind of competition and we don't want that.
Also Blitzo: Shoulder Wars!

 

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Chapter 25: Changed

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Can hybrids exist that are not half imp? Well, in this fic yes.

Blitzo walked through the busier streets of the Lust Ring. If he was going to have any kind of relationship with Stolas, he definitely had to raise his game. Luckily, he had hundreds of things that he hadn't subjected the prince to, but a new arsenal of toys and tools that they could use in increasingly creative ways wouldn't hurt, right?

A voice in his head reproached him for sneaking away while Stolas slept. Another voice, much more cynical, reminded him that it was something he usually did, and it was better to get moving than to enter a spiral of destructive thoughts because Blitzo couldn’t believe that he was having a relationship, with emotions AND with Stolas!

Blitzo stopped those ideas: small steps. Moxxie had been reminding him lately that small victories were victories. So Blitzo concentrated on that voice and nothing else.

“Can't I ask for the night off? I don't have the patience to deal with Verosika and Fizzarolli together. Again,” A demon yelled.

Blitzo stopped on instinct because Karma was a bitch. No, because Hell acted like a destructive agent and there were days when it seemed to wake up wanting to take Blitzo’s efforts and trigger memories of his failures.

Fuck.

He realized that he had arrived at the side street of Ozzie's.

Why was Blitzo instinctively self-destructive?

It wasn't even the fastest route to one of his favorite places in town!

Blitzo stopped when a truck cut into his path, driving in reverse. The imbecile surely was looking to level with the loading doors of the establishment.

And it collided with Ozzie's.

Awfully slow.

But it was definitely a crash.

The demon that had been complaining on the cell phone made eye contact with Blitzo, gesturing for him to get out of the way.

What?

Fantastic.

Blitzo jumped closer to Ozzie's just in time. Another truck appeared and blocked his escape route crashing at a good speed against the corner of the building. A third truck, because obviously the assholes came in groups of three, managed to get between the two trucks, in another very pathetic slow crash that managed to fit right in there.

Nobody was going to believe him when Blitzo told them that three cargo trucks crashed into the front of Ozzie's trapping him.

Damn.

“This is how I will start my villain arc.” The demon on the cell phone cursed loudly and lowered the thing to look at Blitzo. “If it turns out that they got distracted because of you, I'll hold you responsible!”

“Excuse me?” Blitzo put his hands on his hips and pointed at the trucks around them. “How in the fuck is this my fault?”

The demon looked him up and down and raised their eyebrows.

“You’re the imp with the legendary power to make Prince Stolas give up everything for sleeping with you. You’re popular in Lust,” The demon explained with a lopsided smile.

Blitzo started laughing aloud because what the hell did that mean? He raised his hand to ask for a moment so he could recover. Although the other demon didn't really care because they ran to see what had happened to the trucks. Blitzo took a deep breath and finally noticed the other.

A hybrid.

The lower half of their body was like the demons of Greed, emulating a type of clown. A type of baggy pants covered their wide hips and much thicker thighs, one leg in black cloth and the other in white, with ankle boots of the opposite color and pom-poms of both colors. Blitzo was nostalgic when he recognized the design. Was it the design of a Pierrot, or perhaps a Pierrette? Blitzo wasn't sure what the demon's gender was or if they even had one. From their hips up, they were a demon of Envy, marine. Their figure was generous, with big curves. The color on their face, neckline —and Blitzo could assume that under the black top they must be the same as the rest of their front— was a light red, but from the sides of their arms, and their entire backside, including their hair, the demon was turquoise. Like all those sea demons, their hair seemed to be trying to pull against gravity, floating fluffy around their triangular face. The same effect had on their little fish tail. That hair was familiar to Blitzo, as were their large black ram’s horns.

The demon shot him a look, confirming that Blitzo was still there. Apparently, there was a perpetual scowl and a pout on their lips, showing their sharp little teeth.

“Oh great, I told Asmodeus not to hire demons from the Sloth Ring. But no, why listen to someone who has to deal with day staff?” The demon must have been Loona or Octavia's height, perhaps because of the heels of their boots, but even so, it was difficult for them to climb on the side of the truck and fit half of their body inside the passenger window, framing their butt like it's no big deal. The demon held a bottle of sleeping pills in their small hand as a sign of victory.

“Good for you, miss…sir?” Blitzo waved his hand in the air, just because they had curves for days didn't mean they were female. “Clownfish.” He decided while calculating if he could jump over the huge trucks and continue on his way.

“Oh, a comedian.” The demon hung from the door to look at him. “The name is Lily, I use she/them pronouns.” She showed her small but deadly teeth. “Piranha and Pierrot. Not clownfish.”

“Blitzø, the «o» is silent. He/him. And an imp?”

“A tall one.” The demon gave him a long up-and-down look. “Proportional?”

“Ey!” Blitzo crossed his arms. “Look, don't complain if I ask you the same questions.”

“Everything is proportional in me, honey.” They touched their bust, belly, hips, butt, and legs. All wide, without giving much importance to the matter and jumped to the floor, returning to her cell phone because apparently, the line was open. “Cranes? Can you send some of the guys…? There was an accident and I need someone to move the trucks, get the stuff out of the containers and free up this street,” Lily shot him a look and gave him one of those dangerous smiles that piranhas must have when they find food. “I'm going to take my break now…. Yes, thank you beautiful, we'll talk later.”

“Oh, well… Good luck with that,” Blitzo took a step back.

“Don't you want a drink? It's early, enjoy a bloody mimosa with me.”

Blitzo raised an eyebrow.

“I invite.”

“What do you want…?” He doubts.

“I'm curious about the famous Blitzø. I had to listen to Verosika and Fizzarolli, very drunk, complaining about you after the fiasco that your whole group put together the other day,” Lily put their weight on their right leg. “Oh, see? You are interested to know what they said. Curious imp. I bet you purr.”

“Yes. But no, what I like is knowing that they’re whining about me,” Blitzo glanced at Ozzie's when he heard footsteps.

From one of the side doors that hadn’t been obstructed by one of the trucks appeared four burly demons.

“You want something else. I know.”

The demon bit her lips. Taking a good look at them, even though their neutral expression seemed like that of a sulking spoiled princess, her mood felt rather light for a demon connected to Envy and Greed. Plus, she was incredibly familiar. Had they had sex? No, he would remember those thighs.

The thought of walking into Ozzie's and running into Fizzarolli wasn't comforting at all. Much less if his bad luck rose and he ended up head-on with the personification of lust. But on the other hand, it was quite tempting to look around one of the most exclusive places in Hell outside of opening hours. Blitzo looked at Lily. The demon was familiar to him and if they were the «Familiar face because in the future they’re going to fuck you» type he preferred to get information.

“Fine, but I want more than one drink,” Blitzo decided, moving towards the door of the establishment.

Behind him, he could hear the rhythmic walk of the demon. On pure instinct, Blitzo stood next to her, memorizing his escape route. Ozzie's looked almost like a hotel in the morning, with a cleaning crew taking care of the place and talking animatedly. The staff looked so normal that, if it weren't for the cages and stuff, Blitzo would never think that others had destroyed his life there.

There.

The table he and Stolas had used was there, being cleaned by an imp who vacuumed the seats without a care in the world.

Was that why his footsteps had led him to Ozzie's?

«To remember your mistakes »

«To remind you that you stumbled, survived, and got up»

“Here,” The demon opened a door to an office with the sign of «Captain».

Blitzo walked in, Lily was about his height, so everything in her office, except for certain furniture, was perfect for him to use. Blitzo sat down on one of the long divans out of habit and watched the other demon prepare their drinks. He didn't blink when he noticed the expensive champagne, the orange juice, and that in one of the cups she added a reddish liquid that he detected as derived from blood. Piranha. Hence the literal, bloody part of the mimosa. Lily sat next to him on the divan, drawing their legs up and resting their chin on their knees. Blitzo waited to see her drink to imitate her. It never hurt to be cautious.

Sometimes the cocktails were nice in the morning.

“I take care of the guest dancers and performers mentally and emotionally. Ozzie's can be a very demanding place. And I must admit. The little number you did with Fizzarolli and Verosika? A work of art,” Lily told him honestly, quite impressed. “They ended up drunk in the kitchen and I had to take care of them, but I heard such interesting things about you. We'll have Verosika here again today, so…” The demon raised their cup, in a silent toast. “I predict those two are going to drink and talk shit about you.”

A twisted part of Blitzo reveled in the knowledge that it wasn't just him putting their faces in his torments. He had already learned not to wish for possible realities where things were different. Life was terrible, more so in Hell. So, you had to find satisfaction where you could.

“May I suggest you pull Verosika's hair, then she'll stop whining,” Blitzo drank more of his cup and chuckled. “And if she gets defiant, just don't give her what she wants.”

“Oh, I know. Some people don’t change despite the years, right?” Lily bared their dangerous teeth at him. “Which reminds me. Do you still think you're a Sadist Dom?”

“No. Well, I am a sadist, but I found out I'd rather be a Dad— Ey!” Blitzo let out a laugh. “I knew I recognized that hair and horns! You're from the Leather Club I went to with Verosi— That's why you know her!”

Now he understood. Sure, they didn't use their real names within the BDSM club, except for people like Verosika. Blitzo remembered Lily, although there she always wore a turquoise mask and dressed all in leather. Verosika liked to show off with other Doms, between those Lily and their style of overstimulating others.

“How did you end up here?” Blitzo looked around the office, quite nice now that he could relax a bit.

“Believe it or not, it's thanks to you. You took your girlfriend, now ex, to the club. And Verosika came here as a client, and she must have said something to Asmodeus because the next thing he was in one of my sessions at the club on sensory deprivation and before I knew it he was picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder and releasing me here.” The demon shrugged. “And he put me in charge of, I would say, the aftercare for the performers … Plus anything that involved dealing with other demons.”

“So, this was your twisted way of talking to me?” Blitzo drank his cup in one swallow, but the other demon was already there, preparing another cup for him. “No juicy gossip? Really?”

“Are you kidding? Verosika seriously misses blow you,” Lily finished her cup without looking at him and began to pour another.

“She likes to do it in general. That’s her kink,” Blitzo rolled his eyes.

She wasn't even as good as Stolas. When Verosika did it, she acted defiant, knowing she had a sensitive part of someone else at her disposal. A lot of people like that. But Blitzo preferred Stolas, he did it with reverence and addiction, and he really enjoyed doing it.

“Fizzarolli swears he can do better than you,” Lily rolled their eyes and walked back to him, handing him a full cup. “That he can have true princes eating out of the palm of his hand.”

“I didn't know it was a competition,” Blitzo laughed, for the first time seriously laughing at how bizarre his situation was.

“I wouldn't compare a lusty demon to someone like Prince Stolas,” Lily made a silent toast. “All of us here, from one level to another, have left our mark on Asmodeus' chambers, but Prince Stolas?” The demon lunged at Blitzo. “That was only done by you. The old Blitzø would never have accomplished such an achievement. I know things didn't end on a good note when you were here. But you stood up for your friends and because you didn't stop me from talking about the prince, you settled things with that sweetheart of yours.”

Blitzo felt his cheeks heat up. Usually, the people from his past were a bad reminder. A poison he ran from. But hearing someone talk about him in a good light, admiring his growth curve, felt good. When BDSM was practiced, personal and intimate aspects were revealed that few people could really notice without an essential approach. Blitzo knew things about Lily that surely few realized, and only by the way they chose their scenes or the way they dominated others. The same thing happened vice versa.

Blitzo remembered the Leather Club. Stolas would like to go to such a place. Not necessarily sexual, but where the community was active. There was no better way to feel that there was nothing wrong with yourself than to see others enjoy the same things as you.

“Judging by Verosika and Fizzarolli, I would have thought you liked brats,” Lily continued, smiling quietly. “But I don't think Prince Stolas is like that. He must be so willing.” And a sigh escaped their full lips. “Besides, he looks adorable nervous, and embarrassed.”

“You like him,” Blitzo cunningly recognized. “You like Stolas.”

“Platonically,” Lily clarified. “Don't worry, I don't want you to share him with me. I suspect you don't do it as easily as before.”

Blitzo slid his tongue across his upper teeth. The other demon smiled and drank from their cup, painting their lips red and licking them. Why did it feel good that someone recognized Stolas as his?

“But I do want something. Something that you, the prince, and I can benefit from— Not something sexual.” The demon looked at him in disbelief. “I don't know if you are disappointed or happy with my clarification. But fuck you.”

“Maybe when I get home,” Blitzo joked, shrugging.

“Oh, what a relaxed response. You have changed so much. I'm loving it,” Lily put her empty cup down. “I’m opening a new club in the Greed Ring. More focused on the show and less on the orgies. I want to rescue the entertaining part of the place where we used to go. And I want to include everyone, not just those who want to have sex.” The demon gave him a predatory smile. “I want to include the Ars Goetia among my clients. Those who are worth it, like Prince Stolas. You and I know how they’re…”

“The more powerful, the happier they allow themselves to be destroyed,” Blitzo nodded solemnly. “Do you want me to help you connect with Stolas?”

He seriously thought about it. Many of his memories of the old club included the fights he had had with Verosika over the countless times within the club that they had deviated from their plans and ended up hurting each other emotionally just because of intense and rewarding scenes. But if he put that aside, Blitzo could recognize that he always went back there for the community, the nonjudgmental talks about work, traumas, fears, and some new sexual fantasy that they all tried to disarm to see how it could be done. And, in itself, the atmosphere of acceptance. Unfortunately, Blitzo hadn’t returned there for fear of running into Verosika and trashing the atmosphere for everyone.

Secondly…

Stolas had no friends. Not really. Blitzo had seen him being friendly to his servants and joking with them. Just like with some demons who sold him things for his plants or that guy who helped Stolas find his rarest books. But all that? They were in a power relationship. Also, Moxxie and Millie were…well…they were his friends. Not Stolas’s. Perhaps an environment like the one Lily proposed could be promising for the prince.

“Total discretion?” Blitzo asked. “Stolas is in a difficult situation.”

“The club is mine,” Lily said the last word in a dangerous and demonic tone, her black eyes shining to a terrifying level. Greed. Then they went back to acting as if nothing had happened. “I won’t share anything with the Media. So, there will be magical contracts of discretion and protection spells.”

“Sounds good. Give me your contact information and I'll see what Stolas says,” Blitzo said, typing Lily's data into his cell phone. “By the way, he's my partner.”

It felt weird saying that. Strange and anxious. But good. As if saying it aloud made it real. Scarily real. Pleasantly correct.

“You've definitely changed—”

“Oh-Oh! Clownfish! Fishy clown!”

Fizzarolli's voice came from outside and approaching paralyzed them. Blitzo finished his cup, because priorities were important, and got up in alarm. Lily opened the door to their office and looked down the hall, shielding Blitzo with their body from any witnesses.

“Well, I'll never call you like that again.” He wrinkled his nose in disgust. “It's not original if he calls you that.”

Lily raised her middle finger without seeing him.

“What?!” The demon growled loudly. “Can't you see it's too early to have to deal with your spoiled attitude parading around here like a kid? Oh! Can someone tell me if they have already cleared the street?”

“Everything stored and in order, captain!”

“Thanks, my love,” Lily responded sweetly to a voice that sounded far away.

“Careful, Captain. Today I woke up and chose chaos,” Fizzarolli's voice sounded closer, and he began to hum. “I will leave you in a daze. Madness, murder, dismay. But the consequences will surely I will say.”

Lily looked over her shoulder at Blitzo in utter exasperation. He wondered if it was a kind of racism for a demon disguised as a jester to act as one with someone who was part jester demon.

“What do you want Fiz? I was on my break, and you know I don't encourage you to want to disturb people when they are working.” The demon looked back inside and whispered. “Are you okay jumping out the window, honey?”

“It’s my specialty,” Blitzo walked over to his escape route and admired that the trucks were now parked in the alley in front of Ozzie's. The staff was efficient.

“Asmodeus wants to talk to you, Captain,” Fizzarolli seemed closer to them. “And you can get mad all you want, but I can do whatever I want. Also, don't get your hopes up because he wants to see you, you know... Be careful with what you believe. Best to fair and never let down your guard.”

“Brat,” Lily made a last gesture for Blitzo to leave, and he opened the window, climbing up to it. “Did you wake up grumpy and need me to tell Asmodeus to put you in your place? Because your turn is before the show. Not when you want. But if you ask me nicely, I might as well get you into my office to admit that you're jealous over something silly and you want someone to play with your face, but you don't know how to ask for things because, and I quote, “ «That's being disgustingly cheesy.»”

Fizzarolli's laugh sounded too real and dangerous. Blitzo decided he wasn't interested in hearing any more of this curious dynamic, so he hopped back out onto the street. He quickly walked away from Ozzie's. Lily had been right, for a long time he had been attracted to complications, people who challenged him and they were bad news. But now it was different. Who knew that an encounter with the past could be pleasant for a change? His body felt light and when he looked at his cell phone, he noticed a message from Stolas asking him where he was.

He quickly replied that he had gone to get something and that he must stop worrying.

Well, Blitzo would get the new toys and tell Stolas about what had happened. Something told him that the prince would be interested in the opportunity to meet more people who wouldn't care if he was a prince or not. Yes, that would do Stolas good.

Besides, it felt good to be the one who had found that solution.

Yes, Blitzo had definitely changed.

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Chapter 26: Star

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Warning: Mention of non-consensual porn video.

“It's not a big deal.”

Stolas raised an eyebrow, pointing to his computer.

“How is that not a big deal?”

Blitzo shrugged defensively.

Stolas didn't want to insist but he remembered that Blitzo had permitted him to shake him when he got like this. If his imp didn't want to talk about it, he'd let him know rather than get defensive. But what if Stolas was pushing too hard and ended up pissing Blitzo off? Stolas hesitated, looking away.

No, it wasn't right to avoid a confrontation like that. Especially when it was such an important topic. If they wanted this to work, they had to work hard. That included Stolas learning to stand his ground.

“Blitzy…”

“I look good there. Verosika could have uploaded some time where I looked bad,” Blitzo didn't even look at the screen, which meant he knew that video inside out. “Or one where I failed catastrophically, and she made fun of me.”

“She recorded you without your consent,” Stolas hugged himself and shook his head. The thought of something like that leaking onto made him uncomfortable.

“I always tell you that I’m going to record you and put it as my ringtone,” Blitzo smirked. “And you love the idea. It never fails.”

“But I know you won't. It is something that sounds good in theory but not in practice. Not without…” Stolas felt his cheeks heat up. “Not without really talking about it.” He recovered and pointed back to the porn page. “This is a video with a hidden camera and uploaded to a porn page. In the official account of that… that…”

“Oh, say it,” Blitz smiled. “I want to hear you.”

“That…” Stolas looked at the number of votes the video had and his blood boiled. “That nasty bitch with a terrible attitude.”

“That’s it! Didn't it feel good? I like this rebellious side of you.”

“Blitzy!”

“Stols!”

“I'm serious!” He moved back and forth from behind his desk.

How had he ended up discussing this with Blitzo?

Stolas had only wanted to take a short break after reviewing the documents his father had approved regarding what prophecies he should look for in the stars at the next full moon. He had been annoyed because some were really important, and others were just social theater to curry favor with some powerful demon and their family. So, Stolas had entered the most popular porn site, looking for something to distract his mind. Maybe something exclusive content of Angel Dust. After all, he couldn't call Blitzo because I.M.P. was working and he couldn't demand some attention from his imp just because he wanted to empty his mind into a pleasant void. So, porn would be. Stolas had searched for something that caught his eye, something extreme that he really didn't dare to try but that sounded tempting in his mind. Somehow, he had ended up in the section on pheromones and magical aphrodisiacs because a part of him found the idea of completely losing control of his body fascinating. That section was full of succubi and incubi using their powers on others. But his eyes stopped on a video because from what little he could tell from the thumbnail it was something amateurish, recorded from a good distance. There was the sensual body of a succubus and censoring her perfectly was the body of an imp with his back to the camera. The imp's horns hid the succubus's breasts, and his back hid the space between her legs. The scars and thorns looked familiar.

Stolas was pleasantly curious to see that imp lose control for pleasure, so he settled down to enjoy the video.

Until he saw that it was Verosika and Blitzo. She used her pheromones until she bends the imp, and he devours her like a slave of pleasure, pleading with her, cursing her, and revering her. Verosika was cruel and arrogant, but it seemed that was what Blitzo wanted. The act itself was noted to be consensual.

But the recording?

That didn't seem like it.

In the video Verosika joked about posting videos of Blitzo like this, kneeling between her thighs, rubbing against her leg for a little relief. And even under the effects of pheromones he implored, begged, and threatened, so she wouldn't do it.

The video description included a message from Verosika telling her audience that her boyfriend was good for one thing and one thing only. So, she wanted to show him to the world, even if he didn't want to.

Stolas found himself moved by instinct to protect his imp and opened a portal right into Blitzo's office, who dropped his horses toys noticing that Stolas was upset. So, without comment or joke, Blitzo yelled at his office door that he had to take care of something and walked through the portal.

And there they were, with Blitzo confirming that he hadn’t consented to that video and acting like it was no big deal. Stolas collapsed in his chair, watching the paused video, just where Verosika was showing her best pose sitting on Blitzo's hips. Of course, she looked amazing. Verosika knew about the camera.

“It doesn’t bother you?”

“It wasn't the worst thing she did,” Blitzo walked around the desk, but still didn't look at the screen, his eyes on Stolas all the time. “Remember how I told you that I couldn't have gone on a trip with her and my friends? Well, Verosika seduced all the friends I tried to make back then. She broke relationships, destroyed families… And it was my fault, I allowed her to get close to those people. When I adopted Loona, that was the moment I knew I could never go back to Verosika. Due to the short age difference between me and Loona and her being of legal age, I don't think any morality would stop Verosika, out of revenge, from wanting to try to play the cliche stepmother and stepdaughter in one of those videos, you know what I mean? Whenever we fought, she slept with my friends to piss me off, but my Loona? She is more important than anything,” Blitzo made a face of total displeasure. “But this is Verosika, ready to show me that anyone would rather have sex with her than be loyal to me. And all of that was worse than a video of our sex life uploaded to his massive collection of conquests.” He shrugged. “It's not the most popular video on her channel but it was definitely the one that she showed to everyone. I don't know if it still does.”

“That's horrible…” Stolas took his hands with concern.

He remembered some celebrity news where everyone was talking about how Verosika had seduced the son of a high-ranking demon and then slept with his wife and finally him, getting them to invest separately in her music career. That sounded funny and perhaps incredible to some because those affected were unknown. But imagine the possibility that Verosika would have no problem seducing Loona just to spite Blitzo made Stolas doubly furious and overprotective.

“Oh, you're not going to be pleased to know that after I found out about the video, I didn't end my relationship with her. I acted like it was no big deal because… Part of it felt good, you know?” Blitzo shrugged. “You didn't see it through, but there's a point where she started flattering me, it's a bit pathetic the effect her words have on me. I'll blame the pheromones. In any case, they were pleasant compliments on my sexual abilities.” He shrugged. “The general idea that there was after others saw the video is that I was good at it. People had a certain degree of respect for me after seeing the video. It was… the first time they respected me. Pathetic isn't it?

As so often, Stolas's heart sank. A lifetime of disaster and injury had brought them here, just to meet again, broken enough to fit together perfectly and so broken they could easily hurt each other if they weren't careful. But still, hearing about Blitzo's past was like a dagger to the heart.

“She was the one who made you believe that you were only good for sex?” Stolas ventured, turning off his screen.

“I'm not?” Blitzo joked, winking at him.

“Blitzy…”

“Yes, I do understand what you mean. You want to talk about my emotional insecurities compensated by my self-centeredness,” Blitzo shrugged but managed to climb onto the desk, sitting there to observe Stolas. “At that time, I was still working in the fabulous world of entertainment.” He said sarcastically and then raised an eyebrow. “I mean, I was still a clown, working at Loo Loo Land. Things weren't going well and Verosika insisted that I quit my job and pursue something more exciting. I knew she didn't want my job to affect people's perception of her music career. But her solution was for me to try something sexual, porn, or offer my Dom services to important people. Some people pay very well to be tied to their beds,” Blitzo winked at him, laughing enthusiastically. “In trying to get me to change jobs, Verosika made it clear to me that I was only good for sex. That’s why we kept coming back, she said. She uploaded that video to prove to me that it was true.”

“Well... she’s wrong, of course. I think you could be a dazzling clown,” Stolas moved his chair until Blitzo could get his feet up on the armrests. His imp pulled him much closer until Stolas settled perfectly between his legs and was able to meet his eyes. “I always liked your witty humor.”

Stolas smiled when he noticed the slight blush on Blitzo's cheekbones, incredibly sweet. He really loved Blitzo's jokes.

“You would really support me if I wanted to do anything right?” His imp ventured. “What would you say if I wanted to do something like porn?”

Stolas thought about it because it was a valid question. Would he feel jealous? He knew that humans associated sex with love or something they did exclusively with their romantic partners. He found humans fascinating in how they chose to string things together so randomly. Like sex and love. Yes, they could be together, but they didn’t need to be together. Through this logic, Stolas liked to change the variables. Eat and love? Yes, it was amazing to have breakfast with someone you loved, but it wasn't a requirement. Sleep and love? The same. It wasn't necessary, but they both felt good.

Curious humans with their curious things and connections.

Stolas thought of Blitzo with other people. Maybe Moxxie? Millie? The handsome devil who brought in his new plants at the end of the month? Surely Blitzo would look amazing having sex with them. Blitzo always looked amazing having sex. Well, he had no problem with that. Perhaps he would become a fan, like with Angel Dust. Maybe because it was just sex and nothing else. Instead, Stolas imagined Blitzo dominating someone else. Moxxie seemed like a good option in this scenario. Oh, once again, Angel Dust could be a fantastic and professional partner for that. The actor was incredibly attractive, and the height difference would make the interaction between Blitzo and the sinner interesting.

“Stolas…?”

“Wait for a second, darling.” He asked, bringing his hand to his chin.

“Look, if you're jealous—”

“No, is not that. Just wait.”

Well, sex and domination weren’t a territory that could make him jealous. If Stolas wasn't jealous of how protective Blitzo was of Moxxie, it could easily border on romance if the variables were adjusted. And he didn't have a problem with the affection that Millie and Blitzo had either. That was good because Stolas didn't want the advances his imp had with his friends to change because of him. Would it be the same if one day Blitzo told him that he had fallen in love with someone else? Not that he was going to leave him, but that he wanted someone else. Not Moxxie, not Millie. Someone else. Actually, the idea of seeing his Blitzo flirting with another person made Stolas uncomfortable because it implied that his imp had the initiative and interest for someone else.

Oh… There it was. The sting of jealousy

The feelings were so curious! Even for demons.

Apparently, there was something selfish in Stolas who yearned to be the last to accomplish the titanic achievement of entering Blitzo's heart. Stolas wanted to be the missing piece. The one the other imps and their daughters couldn't give. The part of a couple where only Stolas could enter.

“Well,” Stolas looked at his imp determinedly. “I definitely wouldn't have a problem with you having a job where you have sex with other people or dominate them. No, even if one day you told me that you love Moxxie and Millie romantically. I'm fine with that.” He nodded solemnly.

“What? Okay…? No, wait… What? You took what I asked you very seriously! Besides, I don't think any of that is going to happen—”

“Everything about you deserves my sincere attention, darling. But I wish, perhaps selfishly, perhaps foolishly,” Stolas confessed, taking Blitzo's face, “to be the last. I don't know if that's the case, I don't know what the future holds, but I would like to be the last one here.” He placed a kiss on the spot where his imp's heart was, then kissed the skull on his choker. “The missing piece.”

From there he could see how Blitzo swallowed dry. His imp's legs closed around his waist and his long fingers fell onto his shoulders. He didn't push him away, but he didn't look for Stolas to come closer either. Just… Blitzo just held onto him, and Stolas looked up at the genuine surprise on Blitzo's face. But there was no fear there. Just genuine fulfillment.

His imp smirked and Stolas braced himself for the joke to come because Blitzo believed that was the way Stolas wouldn't notice his feelings spilling over. What a fool Blitzo could be, his eyes said everything his mouth wouldn’t dare to confess and like the stars, Stolas was learning to read them.

“Did this all happen just because you found out about my debut as a porn star?”

“Blitzy!” Stolas slumped against the back of his chair, forcing Blitzo to brace his feet on the armrests again. “I continue to find it despicable and horrible. I know Miss Mayday is a favorite of Asmodeus, but…”

“Forget that” Blitzo shrugged. “You should be over the moon to see that not even Verosika's pheromones can affect me as you do.” He winked at him, clicking his tongue for extra effect, and flashing his most mischievous smile. “On the other hand, speaking of dominating other people and BDSM in general, you, your royal highness, have a fan who is very interested in creating a BDSM club and wishes to invite you there.”

“Oh my…”

“You like the idea, don't you?” Blitzo took his chin, leaning over him. “I'll give you their number and you can chat. We would have to check if it is safe for you, and we will go over the club rules so that you feel comfortable. But it would be interesting, right?

Stolas felt his feathers fluff at Blitzo's genuine interest in ensuring his comfort and safety. It was in that sort of thing that Blitzo excelled the most in his dominant role, and that's why Stolas felt so comfortable handing over control to him.

“I would like that very much.” He confessed.

“Good boy.” Blitzo stroked his chin. “I'm going to show you off in front of everyone and you're going to love it.”

“Please…”

Blitzo smiled proudly and pulled away enough to look at Stolas on the edge of the chair, hanging on his every word.

“Well, do you want to continue watching the video while I get comfortable between your legs under the table, or do I go back to my office and come later?”

Stolas looked at his computer and shook his head. He didn't like the idea that his imp was in it, unaware of the recording. Stolas moved his hand to open a portal, straight into Blitzo's private office.

“Good choice.” His imp leaned over him, tempting him with a kiss, staring at the spot where he could devour him. “When I get back, we can make our own video and keep it private for the two of us.”

Stolas nodded vigorously. That sounded better. Much better. His body followed Blitzo and his lips, clinging to that sensation, but his imp snickered and, in a blink, used the armrests to leap into the air, spin, and land right in front of the portal. Blitzo gave a theatrical bow and winked at him before returning to his office and the portal disappeared.

“Witty imp,” Stolas whispered, looking at the ceiling of his office with a pleasant smile.

Nor was he missing the fact that Blitzo seemed more comfortable lately showing off his circus skills in front of him. Stolas hoped that was a good sign because he had really missed that aspect of him.

His cell phone vibrated, and Stolas saw that it was a message from Blitzo, sending him his fan's info. He smiled, if Blitzo was recommending this demon, which could promise a person with whom, perhaps… he could chat. So, with longing, Stolas decided to contact Lily Asatya who promised to give them a place where they could be loyal customers.

Notes:

Do you remember that I have updated every day constantly and without fail? And do you remember that I told you that something profoundly serious would have to happen for me not to update this story? Well... I'm fine... but I was in a car accident. Hehehe... I miraculously got out in one piece, but my car is unrecognizable. I had an experience worthy of an action movie just to be able to get out of the overturned car. And because I live in a third-world country, I had to bribe the policemen because I was a woman alone, so charges were already being fabricated. These are the people who swore to protect us. That, plus what I must pay the insurer. But this sinner is still alive! In any case... Does anyone want a kidney? You can get a discount.

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Chapter 27: Party

Blitzo was cute when he was so worried about Stolas and pretended he wasn't nervous either. The exclusive opening of the club was to be with a select group of guests that Lily had shared with Stolas to keep him comfortable. Countless times Blitzo had repeated the club rules to him, making Stolas recite them as if he were preparing for an exam. Who would say? Blitzo did have educator skills when he put his mind to it.

«We are partners. But I’m also your Dom, your well-being is my responsibility»

Stolas had tried in every conceivable way to hide his blush at hearing Blitzo speak like this. In the past, he hadn't even had the luxury of thinking of Blitzo as his Dom. It had been easy to accept the idea of «his imp» because it secretly felt good, as if of all beings in all realities, Stolas belonged to him. Blitzo. It was magical. But hearing Blitzo call them partners, acknowledging himself with the title his Dom, had made it all so real that it gave the club party a whole lot more special meaning.

There would be no events of a sexual nature, but a schedule of some BDSM activities that Stolas was eager to see. The club was located in Greed and looked elegant. An artificial lake surrounded the club and gondolas of diverse sizes helped visitors reach it. From his talks with Lily, Stolas knew that supplies, trucks, and heavy cargo entered through an underground tunnel that didn't ruin the aesthetics of the exterior. It was romantic in a way that Ozzie's couldn't compare. The building was a terracotta color with white arches everywhere and wide balconies on the second floor. Quite summery actually. Anyone would believe that it was one of the summer residences in Envy. Stolas had arranged for Lily some trustworthy warlocks to protect the place and he had contributed his own arsenal because if he was sincere? Stolas was excited about having a date there. Blitzo had been so careful about all of that, surely wanting to avoid any misunderstandings like at Ozzie's, and Stolas felt good about imagining a place outside of his bedroom, his favorite novels, or adult videos, where his tastes were accepted.

Blitzo had assured him that he could dress as he wished and not take note of any BDSM cliches he had read. It was a club. They were going to have fun and he shouldn't worry too much. Blitzo had taken the more straightforward route, black pants, a t-shirt with a neckline that showed off his collarbone, with holes as if it could barely stay in place, and his black jacket. Stolas had decided to take his partner's advice, wearing a shirt like the starry sky in summer and quite comfortable dress pants. The only change Blitzo made was to pick up the sleeves on Stolas's shirt, like he did his own. And the second they were in the gondola, Stolas understood why.

The imp in charge of taking them to the club handed Blitzo two boxes with multiple leather bracelets, where the brooch was a buckle. Stolas watched with anticipation as Blitzo smirked, reminding him that his imp knew about such matters and that he was in good hands.

“Right hand,” Blitzo ordered huskily, freezing him in place.

Stolas complied, feeling safe seeing how easy it was for Blitzo to slip into his role as Dom. It was slight changes, like his posture and the way he acted with an almost cruel seriousness. But his actions were much more reassuring, like the way Blitzo caressed his wrist with a smug smile.

Lily had sent her guests the color code that would be used in her establishment, as well as symbols to maintain consensual and clear communication. Blitzo had told him that such internal codes were common because they guaranteed a degree of exclusivity and private language.

Stolas had to say out loud what each bracelet that slipped onto his right wrist meant. Black, masochistic. White, submissive. Lavender, little. Orange, voyeur. From the latter, Blitzo took a similar bracelet and placed it on his left hand. Exhibitionist. There were many more colors they could try, but they had agreed that they were a good start. Blitzo used the same colors on his left hand, indicating the same kinks as him but from the active role. Stolas touched each bracelet, so thin and colorful that it would be easy to recognize them but without really taking up much space. Blitzo took some pins and put them on the right side of his shirt. One with his pronouns, another with his sexual orientation. Stolas blushed as he noticed the black pin that indicated him belonged to someone attached to the fabric of his shirt. Stolas caressed that last one because it meant that anyone who wanted to get close to him would have to talk to Blitzo first. His mind continued to sink into the calm of not having to make such important decisions and trusting his partner. The last pin was a red one, below the black one, which indicated that they were not interested in participating in anything with other people. Blitzo had said it would be better if their first dates at the club were to observe other people and then they could experience more than one thing. Even the bracelets they had chosen to wear only served to make it clear to others how to refer to them.

Stolas felt a rush of adrenaline as the gondola reached the port. The imp completely changed his attitude towards them. He had gone from being cordial with both of them to addressing Blitzo exclusively, consulting him if he needed help getting off the gondola or if Stolas needed it. Blitzo gave him a grin and led Stolas into the club single-handedly.

«MoonGold»

Before entering, magical contracts of discretion and consent were extended to them. Blitzo motioned to him, and Stolas explained in a soft voice, looking at the red ink on the parchment, all the clauses, consequences, and rules that were expected of the guests. Through contact, even a prince would have to submit to the consequences. They signed with their blood, making a demonic pact. Perhaps that would scare many, but Stolas felt much more reassured.

“Your safe word?” Blitzo asked before entering.

Stolas smiled, liking that now he could use a specific word instead of the semaphore system.

“Deus.”

Like the first time, Blitzo rolled his eyes and called him a nerd for using God, and in Latin, as his safe word. But Stolas found him quite clever.

The interior was marble, warmly lit, and so elegant that Stolas was surprised. He had expected something dark, full of chains and things out of porn movies. But actually, it was quite a wonderful thing.

“Here comes your fan,” Blitzo warned, stepping aside.

That was the first time he had seen Lily face to face. On previous occasions, they had communicated through technological means and mirrors. The first thing that surprised him was that Lily was almost as tall as Blitzo. Her soft voice, like that of a storyteller, had made him feel so safe that he thought they were much taller. Blitzo had been right, the demon's body had curves everywhere and Stolas smiled remembering how Lily had squeezed her cheeks telling him that he could call her cupcake when he grew fond of her. Not if, but when. At first glance, Lily looked like a Dom, with a serious face, perpetual reproach on their lips, a furrowed brow, and small but sharp teeth. But Stolas had heard her joking and making funny faces, reminding him that just like Blitzo, a Dom was still an ordinary person. Lily was wearing leather pants, one leg in black and one in white, along with a corset that hugged their wide hips and nearly overflowed their breasts. The beautiful contrast of red skin with their turquoise sides reminded him of some poisonous animals from the world of the living. Her fluffy hair was in a bun on top of her head, like a turquoise cherry on a bite of dessert. But all severity disappeared from their features when Lily looked at him and smiled as if they were lifelong friends.

Stolas had asked Blitzo that Lily not have to respect codes because he wanted to see what their first meeting would be like. Lily had also enthusiastically agreed, assuring him that they wouldn’t anger Blitzo with their enthusiasm.

Stolas was grateful for that now, because when Lily reached him, she took his hand, the one filled with the leather bracelets, and kissed his knuckles, smiling at him complacently. The demon extended their small hands towards him and out of habit, Stolas lifted them off the ground as if they were Blitzo.

“Welcome luv.” The dark eyes of the demon were like looking into the abyss of the cosmos or the sea. Lily caressed his cheek and kissed his forehead. “Welcome to what I aspire to be your safe space.”

Stolas noticed that the demon had golden glitter, like freckles, on their cheekbones. Lily's little fingers cupped his chin and whatever she found on it made him show her sharp teeth in a proud smile.

“Down, luv.”

He lowered Lily as if they were a treasure. As he did so, Stolas realized that he had one knee on the ground and his head slightly bowed. Stolas quickly looked for Blitzo, fearing that he had done something wrong, but his heart calmed at the pride in Blitzo’s eyes. He was behaving properly. His actions looked good in favor of Blitzo. But unlike his daily life, where Stolas had to constantly pretend for others, in this place he just had to let go. And it felt good. The orders were simple and the reward great. Blitzo ordered him to get up and they continued inside. Lily started talking to Blitzo about the acts that would be on that night, Stolas was always two steps behind them. That allowed him to look around at different demons who were enjoying the relaxed atmosphere of the place. Stolas admired how easily those who had power over others were distinguishable. It wasn't about their gender, looks, height, or power. But because of the way they seemed to know exactly what they were doing. The waiters were easy to distinguish by their robes, they had their eyes looking to the bracelets and pins to know who to offer from the variety of liquors they carried. His eyes took in the pretty collars that some of the guests were wearing. The absolute jewel of belonging. Stolas had to control his greedy eyes between so many incredible designs.

“We have several levels down,” Lily explained by offering them a private table near the stage. “This is the general area, but the other levels are focused on more specific scenes. Although I want to continue building more. But for now, Pet Play, Primal Play, and a dungeon setting is a good start, right?

Stolas didn't reply because she wasn't actually talking to him directly. Blitzo and Lily sat down. He waited. One second. Then another. Blitzo smiled approvingly at his patience, snapped his fingers, and pointed to the ground. Stolas knelt, finding the edge near the chair to be soft, exactly right for his knees to rest on. The space between the table and the seats was enough for a large demon to fit. Blitzo hooked his index finger in his shirt and pulled him down to fit between his legs.

“Oh, allow me,” Lily leaned to the side of the chair and pushed a lever. The ground where Stolas was kneeling began to descend. “Let me know when you're comfortable, luv,” The demon extended their foot until it brushed against Stolas's side.

Blitzo laughed, stroking his chin as Stolas sank down at his feet, lower and lower until his face was level with Blitzo's hips. His partner raised his eyebrows and Stolas pressed his beak to Lily's ankle. The ground stopped and Blitzo pulled at the collar of his shirt until Stolas could rest his cheek against his thigh. Totally comfortable. He no longer had to hunker down to rest his head on his imp's lap. Oh, he really needed to do something like that in the palace, it felt amazing and intimate to be there.

“You can see the stage from there, right?” Lily asked, leaning down to give him a small stroke on the chin.

Stolas closed his eyes, enjoying the innocent attention, and looked in the direction he should have. Being on his knees, he could see under the table, perfectly well towards the stage. He nodded. Blitzo's fingers closed on the feathers at the nape of his neck and forced him to lift his face.

“Use your words.”

“Yes…” Stolas looked into his partner's eyes and then at Lily, who had lost their smile and seemed to analyze him. “Yes…”

“Yes, what?” Blitzo insisted.

“Yes, captain,” Stolas responded by lowering his eyes in direction of Lily.

Blitzo's fingers caressed him, drawing him back toward his thigh. Stolas closed his eyes and thought that Lily touched his cheek too, but he couldn't tell.

“Interesting trick on the floor,” Blitzo commented.

“A lot of submissives are tall and we have demons of all sizes and shapes. The real challenge was adapting the place without incorrectly humiliating anyone,” Lily winked.

“Like putting books on the chair so an imp can sit?” Blitzo asked sarcastically.

“Disgusting, isn't it?” Lily chuckled. “But I swear to you, Asmodeus doesn't mean bad. You saw it, Ozzie's has a lot of imps as customers.”

Blitzo nodded, looking down at Stolas, who shuddered to realize that this simple act of being there, at his feet, made Blitzo proud. A malicious gleam lit up the imp's eyes for a second or two, but then it disappeared as if considering that they were in public. Stolas swallowed hard, blushing, and rubbed his cheek against Blitzo's thigh again. Stolas couldn't believe he could do something so comforting and enjoyable in a public place. Nobody made fun of him, and everything was so correct.

“I love how elegant he is,” Lily spoke as if she were commenting on some of Blitzo’s accessories, and a small smile formed on Stolas, knowing that they were talking about him. Maybe he could be a bit capricious, right? Rejoicing that his imp wasn't denying anything. “So regal and on his knees. I love the contradiction.”

“You should see him with his cape,” Blitzo added, there was satisfaction in his voice. “You tie him to the bed, do whatever you want with him, and you just end up ruining the cape. Particularly useful.”

Stolas remembered the first time they were together. In truth, his cape had been useful in not ruining the sheets. That had only made the experience more intimate.

“I see you like exhibitionism. One day you should use what is in the dungeon with him in his ceremonial attire,” Lily suggested. “Is your little one okay with degradation?”

It was curious to hear someone possibly his age and definitely shorter than he refer to Stolas as «Little» even though Blitzo had warned him it could possible they would call him that. But it was a nice weird. The kind of word that told the rest not to expect Stolas to carry the weight of the world. At least in there. Because that wasn't Stolas's job. His job was to be close to Blitzo, feeling his constant caress on his feathers, in the eyes of everyone present.

“He loves to be humiliated in the right way. But I'll think about it.”

“Of course, honey. But now I must go with the rest of the guests,” Lily looked at Stolas and then at Blitzo. “Is it okay for me to use your little boy as a piece of furniture? I'm going to break my face if I jump from here.”

Stolas moved a little when he felt they were talking about him. He was curious about what they meant by furniture. He would gladly help the little demon out of the chair, but it hadn't sounded that way. His eyes sought out Blitzo for guidance, but he only slid his claws through the feathers on his neck, guiding him to keep his head in his lap, remarkably close to his hips.

“Of course. You can also command him since he hasn't done anything similar before. I’m planning for him to try other Doms in the future,” Blitzo responded nonchalantly and used his leg to guide Stolas in Lily's direction.

He placed his hands on the ground so as not to end up on the other demon's thighs. Stolas took a deep breath and when he raised his head, Lily's little fingers guided him to hold their gaze.

“On four, luv.”

Stolas complied, getting an idea of what could happen, he sought to level his back, keeping his head down. His cheeks blushed and he felt that pleasant sensation of being absolutely nothing, beyond obeying and being. From his position, his eyes looked around him. Stolas wasn’t the only one in that position. Many demons were being used as stools or chairs by someone. A sign of belonging and limitation of being. No one was judging him. In fact…

A few demons were looking at him.

Not with mockery but… approval? yearning? curiosity? desire? Stolas felt his cheeks flush. Long ago, he would never have believed that someone could want him but since Blitzo reappeared in his life, his words and guidance had brought Stolas to that moment, feeling quite flattered to draw the attention of others.

Lily's little feet fell onto his back, putting all their weight on him. The demon was definitely heavier than Blitzo. It made sense. But it wasn't uncomfortable. Actually, it didn't sound like such a bad idea for Lily to walk all over him, staining his expensive clothes with their different colored booties and pom-poms. The fact that it was someone other than Blitzo but that he approved of it made Stolas feel secure in his own delight. He was only serving as the means to an end. And the fact that Lily could use anyone to get out of her seat but had chosen Stolas made him feel special. Comforting.

Everything was comforting.

A cell phone tone rang. The club turned smartphones into a relic of the past that were barely good for calls, all to ensure customers' privacy. Stolas bit back a gasp as Lily drooped onto his back, sitting on top of him and crossing her legs.

“What the fuck do you want?”

The demon's energetic voice turned into a cruel, vile growl that triggered Stolas's instincts to flee. He clenched his fists and lowered his head. But Lily's hand caressed his back to indicate that her anger wasn’t against Stolas. The effect was reassuring. But when Blitzo's feet landed right on his ass, his heels digging lightly there, Stolas took a deep breath. His imp was there. That was true. His Dom was seeing absolutely everything, Stolas was safe. Lily's fingers spiraled into his shoulder blade, similar to what he would do at his desk when taking a call. Stolas felt clear again. The reassuring attention of two people was comforting. Stolas' little reactions were Blitzo and Lily's priority. Even though she wasn't his Dom. Because it was the right thing to do.

Because Stolas mattered.

He was no longer in the corner of a party in his own palace, without anyone noticing him.

“Oh… Are your most important clients not in your club? I wonder why that is…” Lily hissed cruelly, remembering the voracious piranha that they were. “Funny, here I have the best clientele and it's just a small opening event.”

The demon jumped to the ground and circled Stolas, taking his face in a caress, softening their expression.

“Oh… Are you threatening me? How cute.” The demon laughed loudly and then looked proudly at Stolas as if he were the center of the universe at that moment. “Valentino… You’re a moth trapped in Pride, hitting everything. But hear me out, you pathetic excuse for a demon, MoonGold is in Greed. but there are plenty of people interested in including sinners here. Among them me. And when they find a way…” Lily took Stolas's chin and nodded, guiding him to do the same. “Believe me, I'm going to extend my invitation to a couple of them... And you're really going to miss that pair.”

Stolas could hear the voice of that despicable pimp on the other end, and he had to control his anger. He despised that Overload and the way he publicly humiliated his boyfriend and Angel Dust. Stolas had always been a fan of the latter, especially for his degree of security and control. That had been something Stolas had longed for in himself, as had the way Angel seemed to enjoy his sexuality to the fullest. Before Blitzo, Stolas had fantasized about scenarios where he could emulate that confidence that Angel Dust showed off on social media, enjoying how he cursed whatever expectations people might have about him. But the other side of being a fan had been discovering the way Valentino used and harmed him, which had hit awfully close to the reality of Stolas. Even when Angel and he were so different. And then to see that another victim of Valentino had been the powerful Vox? Another Overlord, whose creations influenced the Rings of Hell. The part of Stolas that was ashamed to let himself be controlled by Stella when he was the powerful of the two resonated with the other demon. And his disdain for Valentino increased by far.

“Don't you get bored of insinuating sexual things to anyone who finds you obnoxious? You're a walking cliché. Why don't you go humiliate those who are forced to put up with you and leave me and my clients alone?” Lily wrinkled her nose at Stolas to make him smile and it worked. For some reason hearing her fight and yet finding it more important to calm Stolas just made him feel comfortable. “… The day they kill you, I know they won't leave anything of you. But I will ask for your wings to hang them like trophies above the trash, where you belong.”

Blitzo laughed and Stolas laughed softly, unable to control it. Lily smirked and didn't hear Valentino's response before hanging up.

“Sorry about that,” Lily looked at them. “Powerful demons are rising and when that happens, Asmodeus and others will be able to enjoy the new order.” The demon took Stolas's face. “You did very well, luv. Blitzø has trained you magnificently. You didn't move or get out of your role. I am extremely impressed.”

“The bastard learns fast,” Blitzo commented and snapped his fingers. “Hey, feathers, although I enjoy seeing that nice ass, why don't you come back to Daddy?”

Stolas only heard Lily's laugh, but he couldn't see them. With speed, he was on his knees between Blitzo's legs and with his face sinking into his lap. His partner's claws went straight to his neck, massaging it there. What a magnificent place that was where Stolas could shamelessly enjoy his imp's caress without having to explain himself to anyone?

“Hey, Lily, if you need any help with that bastard, give me a call,” Blitzo said out loud.

Stolas heard the demon walk away. The lights dimmed and a waiter arrived with an order of mimosas, courtesy of Lily. Blitzo asked for something stronger and wine for Stolas. When they were alone, the music began to play, announcing to the guests that the show would soon begin. Stolas recalled that it was a demonstration of aerial bondage, followed by a dance with whips on fire and a small play of predators and prey.

“How do you feel down there?”

Stolas let out a hoot and sighed quietly, settling better on Blitzo.

“Well, you were right, darling. It's also nice all this without sex.”

“I told you, it's the community,” Blitzo smiled proudly. “By the way, you reacted well with your little fan. Anything that bothered you? I don't usually use you like that.”

“I liked it, I felt… useful.” He confessed analyzing what had happened. “I wasn't Prince Stolas using my powers to solve the problem Lily was having. I was useful because I did what she asked me to do.”

“And you did very well,” Blitzo took his chin. “It's the first time I've seen you keep quiet when it comes to Valentino. You usually bombard social media and then I have to listen to you for hours cursing him.”

Stolas blushed visibly, and Blitzo's mischievous laugh made him look up.

“I already saw how I must treat you so that you remain silent.” His imp slid his tongue along the edge of his sharp teeth, widening his smile. “Come here, the show is about to start, and I want to sit on those perfect legs and see how you react up close.”

Stolas felt himself shiver, his body heating dangerously. Because it was Blitzo, it was his intentions beyond controlling him. And Stolas couldn't resist. So, he climbed onto the seat, moving in the way he knew Blitzo liked, brushing against his body, rubbing his legs against his, and temporarily sitting on his lap before drooping down beside Blitzo. Being there, Stolas noticed that the rest of the tables were other demons. Some couples, others in groups. He was surprised to notice a succubus raise her glass and make a toast to him before another demon bit her shoulder to get her attention. Each table had its own game and that was fascinating. Even being jealous seemed part of the safe game between them.

Blitzo sat on his legs, forcing him to bring his thighs together, and the stage lit up.

That would definitely be a date that Stolas would never forget.

Notes:

Thank you for all your comments yesterday, I felt appreciated. Good news, the doctor said nothing is broken, just swollen and she sent me for some tests (within a few weeks). But it's nice to know I didn't break anything. The insurance company told me that they would give me a report on the matter on Friday, so I must stay positive, right?

Clic here if you want to support or helping me out. Even if it is sharing the first links or with what little you can. Everything is well received.

By the way, do you know Helluva Boss groups or discords? I could use joining the community to distract myself a bit.

In another chapter, I had a reader mention that BDSM isn't necessarily sexual, which is always my goal when I use it in my stories. And that includes the clubs.

Is Nocturna shamelessly still winking at another possible story she wants to write with Angel, Vox (with Alastor and Husk)? The audacity of some Nocturnas, I tell you.

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Chapter 28: Coffee

It was a slow day at the office, their next mission would be in a few days, and beyond preparing a few things, they didn't need to do much more. The payment had been delivered and with the need for it to be on a certain date because someone believed in the irony of their enemy dying on their birthday, Blitzo and his team were in a limbo of waiting.

Like the pirates in the stories, the most tedious moments were the wait between one attack and another.

Although Moxxie seemed happy to wait. That always gave him time for the most administrative and boring jobs, which he handled better.

Blitzo looked up at the ceiling of his office. He had always liked being there, even if they didn't have a job. The reason he enjoyed Mondays so much was that he got to see M&M. The feeling became more intense after Loona made friends and went out on weekends. Which made Blitzo happy, of course, but it left him alone in the small apartment. In the past, weekends were when he made up excuses to show up at Stolas's palace, trying to make it all seem very casual.

But now it felt different.

The more time he spent in the office, doing nothing important, the more he wanted to get out there and maybe watch movies with Stolas. He would surely accept, right? Or maybe going to another abandoned place in the living world, even camping didn't sound so terrible.

Oh, fuck…

He had truly fallen... 

A voice in his head told him that now that Blitzo was showing signs of interest, Stolas would lose them. That part of their interaction depended on him being inaccessible for Stolas and difficult to conquer. Easy sex and complicated emotions. Everything was a balance, right? So he had to keep those emotions well hidden if he wanted all this to last or—

A knock on his door made him react.

“Sir…?” Moxxie peeked out and must have noticed something on Blitzo’s face because he walked into the office. “I was thinking that I could go and get coffee for everyone. What do you say? I brought some cookies I made in the morning so they would be the best dessert.”

Oh, homemade cookies. Blitzo suppressed a smile. On his cell phone, he had a folder synchronized in the cloud with all the things that Moxxie prepared. A part of him found it terrifyingly incredible that when Moxxie made things, like cookies, he would take the time to make some specifically for Loona and him. Sometimes on those lonely weekends, Blitzo would find himself staring at a photograph of chocolate shaped like him. Because Moxxie had put in the time for someone like Blitzo.

“Wait a minute Mox,” He raised his finger and opened the chat he had with Stolas.

Just out of curiosity and because it was interesting to see what happened when he did those things, Blitzo wrote a single word. No context or anything like that. Because sometimes that opened up a topic of conversation and other times it caused Stolas to surprise him.

«Coffee»

Maybe that would make Stolas think he was inviting him, in which case they could go together, with the whole team, for hot drinks and then find a rooftop to enjoy the cookies Moxxie had made.

“Oh, I also made some for your highness. Are you inviting him to come?”

Blitzo shrugged and moved his cell phone so Moxxie wouldn't see the screen.

The response was surprising.

«Oh, it's a perfect time for coffee. How about I make some and take them for everyone there?»

“Stolas is going to bring us coffee,” Blitzo smiled slyly. “Free expensive coffee!”

“You are terrible,” Moxxie rolled his eyes. “Just admit you wanted to see him.”

“Hey! That is not true. I was giving you a…” Blitzo trailed off because Moxxie didn't wait for him to finish defending himself and left the office. “Rude.”

«Is it okay if I take Octavia?»

Blitzo agreed but he did the math in his head. Wasn't Octavia attending classes? Why was she missing them? If she was sick, Stolas wouldn’t have offered to spend time together. Blitzo nibbled his cheek and couldn't help but ask Stolas if Octavia was okay.

«Oh, you know… Ladies problems. The distraction will do her good.»

Oh.

Blitzo left his office, headed for the kitchen, and turned on the kettle. He started looking for the hot-water bottle. Weird, it wasn't there. Millie wasn't going to need it for another week. But…

“Loona?” He poked his head out. “Are you using the hot-water bottle?”

His daughter had an irregular cycle and sometimes change drastically.

“Nope,” Loona stopped what she was doing and walked over to the kitchen. “Does Millie need it?”

“No…” Blitzo opened another drawer and found the bottle neatly rolled up in one corner.

Moxxie.

“Octavia?” Loona ventured and he looked at her in surprise. “What? You don't know another person with a uterus.”

“Today she didn’t go to school and she’s going to come with Stolas.” He checked the freezer. “What flavor of ice cream do you think she likes?”

Loona wiggled her nose from side to side, ever so slightly. Blitzo recognized that gesture, it was when she was trying to use her memory through her sense of smell. Had his daughter kept memories of Octavia?

“Strawberry and pineapple. Maybe together,” Loona closed the freezer. “I'll go buy some. There is only what we prefer.”

“You're amazing, Loony,” Blitzo yelled excitedly as he watched his daughter walk out of the office as if on a mission.

“Did something happen, sir?” Moxxie opened the door to the conference room. “Something with Loona?”

“No, it's Octavia,” Blitzo explained, wondering if he had the emergency candy box that he used to cheer his daughter up when she was on her days. “Oh, do your cookies have chocolate?”

“Of course. I made cookies from three different chocolate variables,” Moxxie nodded and seemed to understand. “Oh is it one of those days?”

“It must be serious for her to skip class,” Blitzo heard the kettle and turned it off, deciding to get the hot-water bottle ready when Octavia was there.

“When I was a teenager my cramps kept me from going to school for days,” Millie commented from the corridor. “I'll go get my blanket in the van.”

“Thank you, Mills,” Blitzo replied absently, wondering what else he could offer Octavia.

“You're welcome, B. I love you,” Millie answered in a humming before leaving the office.

Blitzo stood still for a second. He still wasn't used to the radical emotional therapy that Millie was orchestrating. Even worse when Moxxie just laughed at him seeing him freeze for a few seconds. But it was always more awkward when Millie tried to get Moxxie to say the same thing and it ended up being prolonged stuttering torture on Moxxie's part. He was really grateful that he hadn't met M&M in his teens. Blitzo suspected that Millie hadn't left Moxxie and him alone.

Minutes later there was strawberry and pineapple ice cream in the freezer, a fluffy blanket on the chair that would be for Octavia, Moxxie already had cramps or migraine pills on hand and everyone was ready.

As the portal opened, as much as possible, they tried to look casual as Stolas and Octavia appeared, carrying trays of coffee with them. Moxxie and Loona almost stumbled trying to help Octavia, but luckily Stolas just laughed at the matter, brushing it off. Blitzo was aware of possible symptoms in the teenager. Was she pale? Maybe feverish? Sick? With nausea? At the circus, he had seen the full range of symptoms menstruation could do to someone, from complete incapacitation to nothing at all. Verosika used to suffer from horrible mood swings and it was one of the few times that she was vulnerable with him. In the old BDSM club, he had met people who had high libido at that time of the month.

When he adopted Loona, it was hard for him to make her see that it was something normal and she shouldn't hide it from him because, like her father, he wanted to help her get through those hard days in the best way. Eventually, it was thanks to M&M that he was able to make her daughter see that it was better if she vocalized her discomfort in order to assist her.

They all moved into the meeting room, Millie making small talk with their guests. Blitzo wondered how to approach Octavia without being awkward and he knew Moxxie was thinking the same thing.

Loona sat next to Octavia, frowning, and while the rest of them distributed their respective coffees, she leaned into Octavia's ear and whispered something.

“What?” The teenager stood up and looked at her in alarm. “Why do you ask that?”

Well, that was one way of being direct.

“Because is this normal…?” Blitzo ventured, and when he caught Stolas's strange look, he shrugged. “You said Octavia was upset about girl stuff. That's a silly code for saying she's menstruating.”

“Which is completely normal,” Moxxie explained with his best professorial pose. “It's a cycle—”

“Avian demons don't menstruate!” Octavia screamed, completely red.

“Oh no…” Millie covered her mouth. “That's right, you lay eggs… Are you going to lay one? Does it hurt? Do you want to lie down?”

“What?” This time it was Stolas who got up. “My daughter doesn't have a partner to—”

“Enough!” Blitzo jumped on his chair, drawing everyone's attention. “I think there is a stupid misunderstanding between species here. So instead of embarrassing Octavia more, why don't we ask for an explanation?”

That made Stolas breathe easy and Octavia looked from side to side, stopping at the end on Loona. Some kind of agreement existed between them because Octavia sat down and took her cold coffee in her hands.

“Our branch of the Ars Goetia doesn’t lay eggs until we find a mate. In which case we could lay one or two eggs, sometimes twice a year,” Octavia drank from her cup and she repeated. “When we find a mate.”

“Oh…” Moxxie nodded. “That's why your highness believed we were implying something terrible.” He gave his humblest gaze to Stolas. “I apologize on behalf of everyone, it was not our intention.”

“This escalated so fast... I need to understand why did you think Octavia was going through something?” Stolas asked completely confused.

“Oh, that's my fault,” Blitzo raised his hand. “You said your daughter had girl problems and I assumed…”

“I had to skip school because I had dance lessons for an event. And I hate having to practice in those horrible dresses and high heels that mom buys me,” Octavia explained, “I hate all of that. Guys don't have to try so hard…”

“I told you, darling. Ladies problems. Court ladies,” Stolas explained.

“We just wanted to help,” Millie stepped in and focused all her attention on Octavia. “We shouldn’t have assumed. But Loona went for ice cream and I brought you my favorite blanket. Blitzo prepared a hot-water bottle in case you had colic. Moxxie looked for medicine and the cookies have chocolate…”

Octavia started to laugh against her hand. She leaned against her father, pressing her forehead against his arm. Perhaps an old habit from her childhood that sometimes surfaced. Stolas immediately relaxed, pulling Octavia to his side with deep affection that he conveyed to all present. She took a long breath and looked at them.

“Did you prepare all that for me?”

“Trust me... Menstruation can be worse than Hell,” Loona crossed her arms, shrugging. “The least people should do is make it easy for you, right?”

Blitzo smiled proudly as he watched his daughter quote his own words to Octavia.

“Seriously thanks,” Octavia relaxed. “Now I know that you will be terrible when I get to have a mate and can eventually have offspring.” She laughed derisively. “You're not going to leave me alone. Oh, you're going to be worse than dad!”

“Via!” Stolas looked at her reproachfully. “You're too young to think about that!”

Blitzo relaxed back in his chair and tossed one of the cookies into his mouth, listening to Loona and Millie talk about how amazing it must be not to have to menstruate. Moxxie ventured to ask a few questions, thirsty for knowledge, and eventually, the talk turned to explaining to Stolas how the whole menstruation thing worked because obviously, he had never been interested in the subject. Blitzo only provided what was necessary, with clever jokes and valuable information about Loona, which Stolas paid full attention to. That encouraged the prince to ask Loona and Millie how he could help them when those days came and they had to persuade him not to put a chef in the office because the two of them used to have junk food cravings when they were at that time.

Blitzo took another cookie, and he noticed the chocolate dots that simulated Stolas's eyes. Moxxie had indeed thought of the prince when he made them. He tossed the cookie onto Stolas's plate, earning a scolding from Moxxie, but he just smirked when he saw the excitement light up Stolas's eyes as he realized the design. Seconds later Stolas found on his plate a cookie with a draw of horns that were obviously Blitzo's and he rolled his eyes. Moxxie, indifferent to all this, offered to go get the ice cream they had bought.

Octavia ventured into a long talk about dissected animals, to which Millie seemed morbidly curious, and from the questions she asked, Blitzo suspected his office would easily end up with a dissected human in there.

Maybe he could put costumes on it.

He sipped his coffee and rested against his chair.

Sometimes lazy days at the office could end exactly the way he wanted.

Perfect.

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A few days ago, on Twitter, they were talking about eggs and the Ars Goetia. Very kinky things. I ended up having a crisis because if they didn't menstruate, did that mean Octavia was laying unfertilized eggs like chickens? Did it hurt? So, I investigated. And this got me thinking about Moxxie being an excellent husband to Millie when she menstruates and Blitzo doing his best for Loona. And eventually, we end up in this chapter.

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Chapter 29: Gift

Blitzo stepped down from the gondola, checking his outfit. Black pants and boots, the leather jacket was new, one of the few gifts he had allowed Stolas to buy for him because the very sneaky prince had said it was technically a gift for himself to see Blitzo wear it. This time he had opted for nothing under it, feeling the night breeze touch his torso. His hand closed on the box in the inner jacket pocket, and he took a deep breath, entering MoonGold. The series of protective spells flew over him like a current of electricity. In other circumstances, Blitzo would complain about these kinds of extra wards, but in environments like these, that tingling sensation was comforting. It made him feel like he was contributing to Stolas's safety.

The place was already open to the public, at least for those who had been born in Hell. The music was loud but not annoying. The staff moved between patrons fairly discreetly, and Blitzo could tell how quick they were to tell who they should address and who they shouldn't. It was those things that he liked about these kinds of clubs. What did it matter if he was an imp and Stolas an Ars Goetia? No one would judge their relationship or make assumptions just by looking at them. That's what bracelets and pins were for. Plus, it was nice to know that when Blitzo stepped foot in this place he didn't have to immediately act defensive about who he was or where he came from.

A smile touched his lips as he watched other demons casually enjoy the upper level of the club. The more intense or sexual play took place in other areas, but there was a sense of belonging in seeing acquaintances or strangers interact closely simply because it felt good. A shark demon rested on the lap of a hellhound as the latter conversed casually with an incubus.

Paradise in Hell. Everything fit perfectly there.

Blitzo recalled that one of the first things he had thought that from the depths of hell something had created Stolas for him. For the first time in his life, Blitzo met a demon who was at his level regarding his dark desires and at the same time challenged him to give the best and worst of himself. That must have been the first moment that Blitzo must have realized that he was in the abyss, about to fall for a lonely prince with no friends and a life full of suffering. Now Blitzo admitted to himself that maybe he did. After agreeing to the deal with Stolas, their next intimate encounter had shaken Blitzo to his foundations and his instincts of self-preservation. He hadn't run away. His fingers had been busy stroking the prince's feathers, and his head had filled with dark desires knowing that Stolas would receive him with enthusiastic pleasure. Blitzo had started the habit of sleeping in the same bed as Stolas, blaming the soft sheets. Then he had gone to his meetings in advance, bringing things with him to entertain himself, instead of just doing his part of the bargain. From the beginning, Blitzo had felt that with Stolas he was in the abyss, always on the verge of falling, fearing how good it felt to be with Stolas but unable to stop.

On the main stage, there was an ice show. Sea demons were skating to intense music, doing flips in the air, dancing erotically with each other, seducing the audience, seeking to dominate one another, and toying with the audience itself in promises of pleasure and anticipation. Blitzo noted the dramatic difference between Ozzie's and MoonGold. Ozzie's offered sex, and sexual fantasies without censorship or expectation. Female demons in cages showing their bodies. Direct and to the point. MoonGold had promises and eroticism, yet that little show, where a demon glides across the ice and is then lifted in the air by two others who slowly lower them down, touching their body reverently, could easily be interpreted as someone fleeing and being captured or someone seeking to be desired and achieving it. It was all a matter of perspective.

Blitzo headed towards the administrative area, taking a glass of whiskey from one of the waiters and finishing it to give himself some courage. His fingers patted the box in his jacket, and he took a deep breath.

He wasn't there to watch the show.

From the start, Blitzo had sought to self-sabotage his chances with Stolas. He had climbed to his window for the grimoire, planning to steal it, but when he saw Stolas through the window, the impulse was to try to get his attention. Because a part of him, the part of him that was still the boy who had run through that palace laughing with the lonely prince, had been excited when he saw Stolas's face. But when he didn't hear him and left the room, Blitzo tried to go back to the plan, falling into the garden and having to climb again. But the plan got out of control again because he entertained himself by recognizing objects from their past and looking the new ones, trying to find his old friend between pages and memories. Later, when he was captured by the staff, taken back to Stolas's room, and caught between jokes and true longing, he was able to leave but again deviated from the plan.

With Stolas he always did everything he told himself he wouldn't do.

Blitzo wouldn't sleep next to him, he wouldn't caress his body for no other reason than he could, they wouldn't talk about everything and anything, and he wouldn't involve Stolas in his life or with his family. He wouldn't do as many things that he seemed to want to do. Simply because Blitzo wanted to be with Stolas, but he shouldn't.

For the reason that he liked how easy it was to be himself with Stolas.

And the fact that they had the best sexual chemistry was obviously a key factor.

Blitzo arrived at Lily's office, where she and Stolas were having their meetings about portals, and magic, they talked about sinners and Overlords as if they were talking about collectible figures. Blitzo had a good instinct for recognizing that something big was going to happen in Pride and he suspected that it was going to involve him one way or another. But Stolas was excited and that was interesting. Also, if Blitzo was lucky, he would see Stolas in his most demonic form and if in return they had to screw half of Pride, it was a price that Blitzo was willing to enjoy and that others would pay.

His hand closed on the small box in his pocket, and he took a deep breath. Stolas's sincere and shy laugh reached him through the door and cheered him up. It pleased him to know that Stolas was making good friends within the club. Blitzo opened the door to find Lily and Stolas staring at the wall, where some numbers, statistics, and all that stuff Moxxie loved to do was projected on. The only thing that caught Blitzo's attention was a curious double map that seemed to join two floors in the same space and something about «Pocket Dimension» written on it.

“…he would be a great ally. Another mind that would harmonize with MoonGold. Oh, luv, his power would be so useful for some scenes. Everyone believes that because he’s powerful and in control of everything, it shouldn’t be possible for him to experience mistreatment or abuse. I think it would do you two good to meet each other,” Lily pondered aloud. “An Overlord and a prince have a lot in common. Also, you're a fan of his program— Oh, welcome, honey.”

Stolas had apparently come here from some royal event because he was wearing his ceremonial clothes, but both his cape and hat were discarded on the table. Along with all of that were little bicolored ankle boots and Blitzo had to control the urge to know if Lily's feet were black and white, boned like some Greed demon, or what

“Darling, is it so late already?” Stolas blinked several times and gazed out the office window with a view to the first floor of the club. “Time flew when you’re having fun. Business meetings usually bore me, but I've been so entertained.”

Blitzo raised his eyebrows, he didn't think he would find it fun to see equations and technical stuff, even if it was in an environment like that club. Lily began to gather her things, retrieving her ankle boots from the table and putting them on, gaining extra height over Blitzo.

“You can leave your things here, luv.” The demon indicated Stolas when they saw him reaching for his cloak. “Only trusted people have access here,” Lily pointed at Blitzo. “If something is missing…”

“…you will make me beg for mercy and you will make an example of me, unpleasant, for all your clients.” He rolled his eyes. “I know.”

The demon smiled with those sharp little teeth before walking out.

“Oh…” Stolas blinked in surprise as Blitzo advanced on him. “Aren't we going down?”

“I borrowed your fan's office for a moment,” Blitzo took a deep breath and moved to the window, where an oversized armchair revealed the spectacle below them. Similar to a private balcony, but also a display of obsessive work. “How has your day been?”

Stolas laughed and sat down next to him, putting his hands on his lap. Blitzo leaned back against the armrest and held out his hand, knowing that Stolas would lean over and against his chest. Perhaps Blitzo had turned to BDSM because physical contact could be common without confusing emotions or pleasure in the process. The gentle warmth of someone against his chest, or leaning back in such a casual way, could pass as an act of possession and display of power. Therefore, Blitzo could say that he wasn’t lowering his defenses, but enjoying the dynamic.

Deep down, though, Blitzo knew that having Stolas in his arms was exactly what he needed to continue with his plan.

“Well, the club has some investors in various parts of hell. So, it's a brainstorm of what each demon could do,” Stolas sighed against his bare chest, relaxing under Blitzo's touch. “There are a lot of demons interested in having sinners here. Did you know that Lily has a submissive who is a sinner? I think she was a client of yours.”

Blitzo silenced a laugh. It wouldn't surprise him. Someone so obsessed with bringing sinners into the club must have selfish reasons. Greedy Lily.

“And aren't you in favor of people like Angel Dust being in there, doing a show?” Blitzo pointed to the stage. “Now that I think about it, have you been to one of the ones he does in Pride?”

“Just once... I didn't feel very comfortable,” Stolas admitted. “It was something in his gaze… Or something in the tension in his body. His mind wasn’t there… like so many in that line of work.”

“I could never afford to go to one of those clubs, but I've heard the same thing,” Blitzo shrugged. “What would you imagine Angel doing if he were here?”

“Aerial bondage,” Stolas answered so quickly that it was certain that he had already thought of it.

“I swore you were going to say something like burlesque.”

“Is that an option? Oh, Blitzy, can we go to one?” Stolas asked excitedly, quickly forgetting about his favorite actor and thinking of a musical and burlesque show.

He wondered how Moxxie would react to a Dark Cabaret show in MoonGold.

Blitzo settled back in his seat and snapped his fingers. Stolas immediately straightened up, sitting back on his heels. Blitzo pointed to the ground and the prince was there in a blink, on his knees, his head bowed. They had come quite far. Stolas had learned a lot. Damn, Blitzo had learned too many things, most of them he hadn't even meant to learn.

But something was clear in his mind.

It didn't sit well with him how easily Stolas seemed willing to share him. As someone who knew what it was like to have to give in, Blitzo didn't want his partner to think that, in order for them to be together, he had to give in. The M&M jokes were funny until it seemed like Stolas was serious. That is why Blitzo wanted the prince to find close friends in this club, people who would express affection with food or would be willing to chase him down and tackle him to the ground if necessary.

“I would like to make a show on that stage. You and me, of course,” Blitzo started and had to force Stolas to look down by the way his head snapped up. “There is still time, and we can think about what would be better. If you are interested in exhibitionism we can do it in the dungeon and if not some roleplay that you also like, what do you say...? Just move your head, pretty thing.”

Stolas nodded enthusiastically without looking at him. And to think that there was a time when Blitzo believed that Stolas would never know how to control his mouth.

“I knew that you would like it,” Blitzo tilted his face and cupped Stolas’s chin to look at him. His partner’s superior eyes couldn’t keep looking at the ground and gazed at him longingly. “But if we're going to do it, you need to wear something that indicates you're mine.”

It wasn't an engagement ring. Blitzo didn't even know if he would have the guts to do something like that without being constantly secured and supported by M&M for months, with multiple escape attempts they would have to prevent. But this was a language he understood. The same type of language that triggered the type of relationship they had. Blitzo took out the box and opened it, inside there was a leather collar in the same color as Stolas's feathers, maybe a little darker. In the center, there was a ring in case Blitzo wanted to use a leash with him, but it was aesthetic enough to appear inconspicuous to the common eye.

And it had his mark. The sides of the ring were shaped like his horns, black and white. The unmistakable horns of an imp.

His mark in Stolas.

From the beginning, they had talked about how serious a collar was for a submissive, a mark of belonging, but also a serious commitment on the part of a Dom. These things weren’t a joke, nor was it done lightly. Especially for Blitzo, which implied a serious, daily, and active commitment. Taking care of someone, claiming them as his own, accepting them as his own, was something unique. Especially for Blitzo.

Because it was the first time he did it.

Because from the depths of hell Stolas had been created exactly to fit his twisted mind and any other option paled in comparison.

Stolas looked at him in surprise, and his eyes lit up with tears. It wasn't a ring, an «I love you» under the moonlight, a marriage proposal, or anything in that language that existed in the social hierarchy, royalty, and Hell. Because who knew if they could do that? But this? This was about something between them, where it was just Stolas and Blitzo. And it was real.

The prince lifted his chin, exposing his neck. Blitzo felt his fingers cold as he took the collar and closed it around Stolas's neck, confirming that two of his fingers fit comfortably between the leather and Stolas’s feathers. He admired the image of Stolas wearing his collar and his mark with so pride. Despite being of a similar color, the collar stood out perfectly there and on the silver ring, the horns were a perfect decoration on the prince's throat. Blitzo hooked his finger in the ring and pulled Stolas towards him.

Perhaps Blitzo couldn't say the exact words, but long ago he promised to show Stolas how he felt. He hoped this was a clear message.

“Mine,” Blitzo growled.

Stolas shuddered, his face flushed, his gaze glowed crimson and a soft smile graced his face.

“Say it,” Blitzo ordered, looking into his eyes.

“I'm yours,” Stolas gasped. “Only yours.”

Blitzo smiled and kissed him deeply.

Nothing and no one, especially himself, was going to take Stolas away from him.

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Chapter 30: Closeness

«Can you pick me up? It's nothing serious… I just want to go home.»

Blitzo reread Octavia's message. A cold chill ran through his body.

«Can you open a portal in my apartment?» He quickly wrote.

“Loona?” Blitz turned off the stove. “Something happened with Octavia. Is it okay if—?”

His daughter appeared in front of him, and the strap of his emergency backpack was hooked on her finger. Blitzo smiled seeing how willing Loona was to accompany him and how ready she looked to possibly risk her life.

“We're only going for Octavia.” He explained and in that second a portal opened in his living room, so quiet that if it wasn't for the new noise added to his apartment Blitzo wouldn't have noticed.

“Every day you look more like your father. Do you also want everyone to talk behind your back?”

Oh, the bitch.

Loona wasted no time and put the backpack on, jumping through the portal. Blitzo confirmed that his revolver was in place and followed his daughter. From the looks of it, they were in a bedroom but if it was supposed to be Octavia's, it had nothing characteristic of her. Blitzo found the level of elegance in light pink and white uncomfortable. Where were the stars and ghoulish things? The bright pink and the bizarre posters? The dissected animals and the books with protagonists of dubious morals?

His eyes searched for Octavia, but Loona's hand covered his mouth and pressed him against the wall. The bedroom was L-shaped, and they were in the room's blind spot for Stella, who was standing in the doorway, wearing a pink and white outfit far more regal and motherly than the one Blitzo had seen her wear when she danced with Stoles. From his hiding place, Blitzo noticed that Octavia was standing in the middle of the room, firm in her posture, her chin raised.

“I don’t want to go.” The teenager crossed her arms. “I don't care if it's an important event, I have homework to do and... I hate going to those things.”

Stella kept her gaze hard on her daughter and then dropped her shoulders dramatically.

“Don't do this to me, Octavia… You know how painful it’s for me to attend alone. People keep talking about your father's mistakes. I need you,” Stella took another step closer to her daughter. “I understand that you are stressed, it has been a difficult few months, but don’t take it out on me for that. It's not my fault.”

“Mom…” Octavia took a step back. “Stop, I'm not in the mood for this.”

“Mood?” Stella asked indignantly but calmed her voice. “I understand you. Ever since your father distanced himself from us for focusing on that imp, I wanted to prevent this moment from ever coming. But now we have each other, remember? I would never abandon you.”

Blitzo's body shot forward and he had to struggle with Loona to get free, but she dug her claws into him, pinning him with a menacing look.

“Mom…”

“Everything I have done is to guarantee your future. And this is how you repay me?”

“Enough, mom!” Octavia took a step forward. “Enough! It doesn't work anymore, okay? Stop, please.”

“Octavia! What are you talking about?”

“You were the one who made me believe that dad was going to abandon us,” Octavia's voice cracked. “You were the one who told me that Dad would leave me behind and I wouldn't be able to find him. You did it knowing that has always been my biggest fear!”

Blitzo felt paralyzed. From the beginning, he had felt a connection with Octavia, but he had always believed it was with her cruel humor. But not. Octavia was as afraid of being alone as he was. Blitzo knew what it was like to feel alone and surrounded by people, to grow up in a place full of demons and still only have one good person in your life…and lose them. The weight of his choker made him take a deep breath. Octavia's story was going to be different.

“You made me believe that dad was giving up being my father because now he has a lover,” Octavia got her voice back, firmly. “But you're wrong.”

“Octavia!” Stella rested her hands on her hips “What are you implying? Tell me, when have I lied to you? I know I shouldn't have told you, but you're old enough to know these things. Your father was the one who took us out of the palace on weekends so he could get his lover in. And now look, he kicked me out of my own house because that imp ordered him to. Why do you think he won't do the same to you? Do you think that gold digger will want to pretend to be your father? Octavia, please! Wake up, you're smarter than this.”

That bitch...

It was that damn bitch who had made Octavia believe all those things. Blitzo fought Loona but she, surely aware of the danger involved in jumping into a fight, held him back. Octavia knew they were there. She had opened the portal for them. Blitzo just had to trust her.

“Don’t lie! I know the truth mom. You're just embarrassing yourself,” Octavia hugged herself. “You chose for us to come here on the weekends knowing that these were the days when Dad and I spent time together. It wasn't his idea. And dad won't let me down. He has the right to be happy. Mom, he’s happy now!”

“What are you saying?” Stella closed the distance between them, her furious gaze forcing Octavia to take a step back. “I remind you that I am your mother. You're not going to treat me like someone your age. Lower your voice right now!”

But Octavia didn’t back down or relent.

“You are only my mother when you want to destroy dad and turn me against him,” Octavia started to cry, but didn't take another step back. “You have filled yourself with hate and you want me to be the same.”

“You are a disappointment!”

Blitzo could hear his father's voice in that.

He fell to the ground.

Loona let go of him and lunged between Octavia and her mother, growling.

For a second, Blitzo remembered when he adopted his Loona and she in a fit of anger destroyed the sofa. When she finally calmed down, Loona was ready for him to return her to the orphanage because surely Blitzo was disappointed. He looked at her as if she had said something horrible and assured her that he would never feel that way. Blitzo was forced to tell her about his father, about what the man called him all the time. And that Blitzo would never think that his daughter is a disappointment.

Loona never used that word again. She knew how painful it was for Blitzo.

Now her daughter was protecting Octavia from that same manipulation and insult. Blitzo recognized so much about his father in Stella at that moment that it was terrifying.

“What…?” Stella stepped back in visible disgust. “What is this supposed to be, Octavia? Don't tell me that, like your father, you have a low-class mistress—”

“It's my daughter, bitch,” Blitzo stood up, drawing his gun. “And if I were you, I'd measure my words before I find out if a bullet between the eyes kills you or just hurts like hell.”

“What…?” Stella blinked a few times and snapped out of her shock, laughing cruelly. “Oh, this is a joke. This is so precious… Octavia? Did your father's lover manipulate you too? He is just a gold digger. Obviously, he knows that when your father falls from grace, you will have all the power, don't you see it?”

Blitzo put himself between his kids and the monster. He could hear Loona's growl above his head, but he held out his arms. Blitzo only knew that Stella wasn’t as powerful as Stolas, but surely she still had some kind of power. The only thing he could hope for is that, between parties and social events, Stella wouldn’t have had time to train and that would give Loona a small advantage to take Octavia and get out of there.

“Remember your place, imp,” Stella crossed her arms. “If you think this will guarantee you anything with my husband—”

He smirked, what a pathetic excuse for a mother.

“Loona, Octavia is in your hands,” Blitzo said with a certain amount of pride. His daughter was incredible in combat, she could handle it for a few seconds. “Can you open a portal to home, princess?”

“She is not a princess. You piece of—”

“It's a pet name!” Blitzo looked at Octavia's mother like she was an idiot. She sure was. But he controlled himself. It shouldn't be the best image in the world to insult the person who brought Octavia into the world in front of her. Even if she deserved every nasty word that danced in his head. “Don't you know of those?”

“Pathetic,” Stella turned, turning her back on him and moving towards the door. “You and that hellhound have no importunity, Guar—!”

The door closed in front of Stella. Blitzo felt the shadows in the room increase. He looked at his kids. Behind Loona was Octavia, extending her arm towards the door, her eyes lit up like two rising stars and her face devoid of any feeling.

“No,” Octavia took a deep breath. “I will not allow you to harm them.”

“You dare to challenge me?” Stella laughed aloud, turning to her daughter. “Me? To the only stable thing in your lonely life? Your own mother?

“You are not my mother!” Octavia screamed and the glass in the windows rattled. The shadows of the place transformed into long bony fingers that seemed about to crush Stella. “I have received more attention and advice from Blitzø and his family than I have received from you in my entire life!”

“Octavia…” Stella spoke calmly. Indifferent to the display of power or clinging to the idea that her daughter would not hurt her. “They’re lying, you must trust me.”

Blitzo fired, his bullet passing through one of the long feathers on the sides of Stella's face. At least that surprised her.

“If I remember correctly what Moxxie once explained to me. In the social hierarchy, it’s Octavia, as future heiress, who is above you, bitch,” Blitzo reloaded his gun. “So behave as you were taught and listen to your superior.”

“How…? How dare you?”

“With the right that you are talking to one of my kids. And I'm not nice to people who treat my family badly,” Blitzo shrugged nonchalantly.

“I'm her mother,” Stella stirred. “I always—”

“No more,” Octavia raised her index finger. “I felt sorry for you mom. Without dad, without the power that being his wife means, you are alone. I have come with you out of pity, but no more. If you force me to be here or in any event, I'll tell everyone what a monster you are. Since you care so much about your image, I'll see that your social life will be ruined.”

Octavia waved her hand and the shadows parted to reveal a portal. Blitzo kept his gun up as Loona and Octavia crossed to the latter's room in the palace. Loona wrapped her arm around Octavia's shoulders protectively, even though it was obvious she didn't really need protection, but Blitzo understood the sentiment. He walked to the portal and lowered his gun, glaring at Stolas's ex-wife. Blitzo turned and jumped over the edge of the portal to land next to Loona.

Stella yelled.

As he fell into the room and turned, ready to fire, he noticed that Stella had tried to force Loona to let go of Octavia. But right in there, one foot in and one foot out of the portal, stood Stolas, his arm blocking Stella's attack.

“How…?”

“No,” Stolas looked at the woman coldly. “Never, in your life, do you think of approaching them again.”

Loona released Octavia when she noticed what had happened, visibly disoriented. But Stolas pulled her against his side with his free arm, protecting her with his body and putting himself like a shield between Stella and them. Exactly the same way Blitzo did.

Now he saw why Moxxie hated when he did that.

“How did you know…?” Stella said without a voice.

“You know perfectly well that my powers instinctively protect who is mine,” Stolas looked affectionately at Loona and turned his eyes to Stella. “It's a shame it never worked out in your favor, right?”

Stella opened and closed her beak in surprise. Stolas took a step back and the portal closed, leaving them back in the palace. Blitzo moved towards Loona, but she let go of Stolas, completely embarrassed and whispered that she was fine. Octavia avoided the gaze of both adults and preferred to link her arm with Loona's, thanking her in a whisper for having jumped to defend her.

“Is everyone okay? How did you end up in those circumstances?” Stolas immediately returned to his calmer demeanor and looked at them as if what had happened was comparable to them getting wet in the rain.

“I'm sorry dad. I text Blitzø,” Octavia admitted. “I just wanted to sneak out of there and maybe go out and have some fun with Loona…”

“You don't have to give reasons for texting to me,” Blitzo crossed his arms. “I know I’m funnier than your father.”

Octavia laughed, regaining her humor.

“I didn't think mom's nonsense would cause such a reaction.”

“Nonsense?” Stolas asked confused.

“Are you saying that she always says those things to you?” Loona asked visibly annoyed.

“Nope…?” Octavia shrugged. “I thought she was upset with dad and that's why she said those things about him...”

“That bitch has been filling Octavia's mind with shit!” Blitzo couldn't control himself and after glancing at the teenager, he told Stolas everything.

Which was devastating for the prince. Octavia intervened, initially trying to minimize the damage, but Loona correctly commented that this wasn’t the time to defend an emotional manipulator. After a few hours, where they had to pause to go to the kitchen for a hot drink and then move to the living room so Stolas could hug her daughter, Octavia finished her story. Blitzo knew that he wasn't the only one with murderous desires, Loona seemed very willing to track down Stella and try to destroy her. But Stolas focused on Octavia, clarifying absolutely everything for her, explaining everything, and making her see that he had never tried to push her away. Stolas swore to his daughter that she wouldn’t have to see her mother if she wanted to. He swore it to her on his life. Octavia confessed that her fear was not fitting into her father's new life and that he would get bored of her, after all, she wasn't like Blitzo, Loona, or the others, she was just any ordinary teenager. Blitzo chimed in, reminding Octavia that she was one of his favorite people and his partner for hunting robots, which made her laugh.

Blitzo couldn't believe how good it felt to hear her laugh.

What did he used to say a time ago? «It's not your family. It's not your problem. She’s not your daughter.» He had obviously been wrong on every sentence.

Loona asked how Stolas knew when she was in danger. And to Blitzo's surprise, Stolas explained how he knew about the time Blitzo and his team were in danger. It was a natural instinct to protect his own.

Because Stolas had apparently seen Blitzo as part of his family ever since.

And now that extended to Loona.

Blitzo must have been terrified. Somewhere in his mind his instinct to fight or flight must have been triggered. But he felt deep relief. The idea that at some point Blitzo would make an enemy with a twisted attitude, willing to endanger Loona had been haunting him for weeks. But now that fear was gone. Because his Loona had a protective demon, a powerful Ars Goetia who could be with her in the blink of an eye. And that demon was Stolas.

His eyes noted that his collar was in Stolas's neck, even outside the club and regardless of whether they had planned to meet or not.

His.

Blitzo was intoxicated by the recognition of belonging. He watched as Loona seemed to have discovered the stars for the first time after hearing Stolas. And it was the prince, calm like a good father, who advised the girls to go to sleep. Octavia nodded, leading Loona to her room.

“Thank you.”

They were both surprised to say the same word in unison. Blitzo chuckle.

“You saved my Loona.”

“You went to Octavia's rescue, you defended her from Stella even when you could have died,” Stolas closed the distance between them, dropping to his knees and cupping his face. “The reason Loona was in danger—”

“Don't even think of saying it's your fault,” Blitzo cut in, frowning. “Loona wanted to go, and I wasn't going to stop her. In the same way, you can't stop Octavia from using her powers to defend your lover.”

Stolas laughed reproachfully because it was surely not the best time to joke around. But that just meant Blitzo had to do it.

“You are lucky that your daughter appreciates my good work and therefore decides to keep me alive,” Blitzo hummed. “Clever girl.”

“Blitz!”

“If I entertain you long enough, she'll be able to sneak off to concerts and parties,” Blitzo sighed exaggeratedly. “You know, behaving like a normal teenager. She will surely tip me.”

“But there's no reason for her to sneak away...”

“But it's more fun that way.”

“Bitzy!”

“Stols!”

The prince scooped him up and buried his face just where Blitzo's neck and shoulder met. Blitzo laughed because he could hear Stolas groaning against his skin, but sadly that was the price to pay for becoming fond of him.

“Sometimes you make it so hard to love your so much,” Stolas lamented between laughs.

Blitzo fought to stay relaxed. He took a deep breath as Stolas continued to complain, not realizing what he had said.

Stolas loved him.

Of course, he did, Otherwise, it wouldn't make sense for him to agree to deal with so many things.

Blitzo felt that he should already know about that and yet hearing those words made him shiver.

Stolas loved him and saw Loona as his daughter.

Stolas loved him and didn't mind that Blitzo grew fond of Octavia.

Stolas loved him and complained of loving him in a tender and unharmful way.

Blitzo already knew he was screwed, but at that moment it was as if the last resistance was broken in his mind.

Blitzo trusted Stolas. Completely.

And that was a new level of terrifying, but instead of running away, his fingers found the ring on Stolas's collar and Blitzo pulled him to his mouth for a kiss. He sighed as he felt how the simple act made Stolas cling closer to his body.

In the kitchen of that pretentious palace, knowing that Octavia and Loona were safe, his brain told Blitzo that he was home.

Damn…he had become like Millie, totally and completely in love with a cheesy homely demon.

…and it didn't feel bad at all.

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Chapter 31: Kiss

High-tech speakers almost made the experience real. The huge screens of high resolution made the sinners look as if they were there, in the club and not in a television studio. The blues band was a delight to the ears. Their voices were unbelievable, the lyrics filled the soul of any demon who felt trapped, and the melody just encouraged them to sit there and admire the amazing show from Pride.

Blitzo's work had dragged on and Stolas had a terrible day with the lawyers, feeling that no one seemed to care that he was an Ars Goetia prince, because they treated him like a fool. The only thing he had been able to secure was the complete custody of Octavia, with the excuse of preparing her as his heiress and in exchange, he gave up some properties that had been part of his family for generations just to please Stella. But that didn't matter to him. The only reason why Stella was still alive after the display of arrogance she had towards his family, was because her family could take revenge in the worst way on Blitzo's business or worse.

But Blitzo had encouraged him to go to the club as long as Lily could be by his side if he needed anything. Not that anything bad was going to happen, between his collar, bracelets, and pins, Stolas could easily be naked in the presence of all those people, and they wouldn't do anything without direct authorization from Blitzo. The idea was comforting to both of them. Well, he always felt at peace there. That's why Stolas was happy to be able to spend the evening admiring the band and sitting at a high table near the bar on the first floor.

“Just look at that,” Lily commented to the rest of the members at the table. “Without sinners, we wouldn’t have social media or television. Truly Lucifer can be so selfish by not sharing them with the rest of us.”

Stolas listened as the other Dom considered her response. At first, he had felt uncomfortable seeing another Ars Goetia there but when he recognized that it was another of the multiple descendants of a branch that hadn’t taken the heir role and she was known for her much lower profile in high society, Stolas was intrigued. In his role as star reader and prophet of the night, his position as heir often alienated him from those of the Ars Goetia royalty who weren’t heirs but were caught up in the political intrigues of their respective crowns. Milady, as the other avian demon preferred to be called there, turned out to be quite laid back, her submissive and boyfriend, a rather beefy incubus, seemed to worship the ground she walked on.

“I don't know, I think we could have replicated the technology on our own,” Milady locked eyes with her boyfriend and shrugged, “Isn't it strange that an Overlord has so much power? Sometimes I'm glad they’re stuck on Pride. Vox is terrifying.”

“You are terrifying,” Lily responded immediately, earning a knowing laugh from Sev, the name by which the other sub responded. “And, I don't know, Vox is sexy.”

“Are scary demons sexy?” Sev asked amused.

“Only if they can wake up my exhibitionism and voyeurism,” Lily laughed aloud.

Roles didn’t matter at that moment. They were only four people enjoying the show, chatting casually, about everything and nothing.

“Oh, don't get me wrong, I adore sinners,” Sev said giving Stolas a mischievous smile and then turning his attention to the other two demons. “But the ones that have arrived lately? They appear using such a vocabulary… I don’t know… They have changed the meanings of things that are ours and it’s so confusing for everyone.”

“Oh, I know what you mean. And they are influencing even what we consume,” Lily wrinkled her nose. “The other day I was listening to an audiobook, and I heard it using top and bottom in such a… Binary way.” She growled showing her small teeth “What a disappointment.”

Stolas blinked and tilted his head, not really understanding what they meant. The eyes of the pair of Doms immediately noticed how confused he felt, and a blush formed on his cheeks. It was still weird to know that naturally there were people interested in not making him feel left out.

“The new sinners that are coming in have this idea that the top is the one who penetrates, and the bottom is the one who receives,” Sev calmly explained. “And nothing is wrong about that. The annoying part is when they associate that whoever doesn’t have a penis must be submissive or that the one who penetrates is Dom. And that the roles are permanent.”

“The surprise they would get here,” Milady high-fived Lily's hand conspiratorially, then looked at Stolas. “Two out of three demons in this table we have nothing hanging between our legs and we are dominant.”

Stolas wanted to say the real name of the aviary demon, shocked and amused. He never would have thought he could see a royal high-five someone else and joke about their genitals so freely. Stella would be shocked. Stolas smiled with pleasure and took a small sip of his summer wine.

“I must be slightly influenced by those terms.” He admitted, daring to put his doubts into words. “I always believed that the top was the one who penetrated, and the bottom was the one who received. And I admit that I saw both roles as dominant and submissive, respectively.” He frowned as he was hearing himself. “There is a term…? Oh my… what was…? «Power Bottom»? When the one who receives takes the initiative.”

“Yes, that's how they use it,” Lily bared her sharp little teeth as she scowled. “I think outside of BDSM they can use the terms however they want.”

“The problem is when they mix them with BDSM. Have you seen how they combine things on social media?” Sev said. “They have these absurd ideas that a Dom and a top should be bossy or rude. Masculine, you know? Or that a submissive and bottom must be feminine and delicate. It doesn't work like that.” And he looked at Milady, of all at the table she was the most feminine, with flowery clothes and pastel tones compared to Sev who looked like something out of an action movie.

“Since its beginning, BDSM has been a place outside heteronormative, gender, social class, discrimination, and binary,” Lily looked at the patrons at other tables proudly. “Here a hellhound can dominate Lucifer himself if they wish. A Dom can look sweet and innocent, and a sub can be menace personified. It's not about sex, it's about power. We use top, bottom, and switch outside of the binary. It bothers me that they associate masculinity with power.” She shook her face. “Also, being a top is not about artificial or flesh genitalia.”

“Exactly, in BDSM the terms indicate activity. The top is active in the dynamic,” Milady explained, playing with the ice in her cocktail. “It doesn't necessarily mean being a Dom, because a submissive can take orders from their Dom to give pain or pleasure to another submissive,” Lily stroked Sev's chin. “That would make that submissive a top because he is actively creating a reaction in another.”

“There are some submissives in the role of a slave who are incredibly top,” Lily sighed. “I love the scenes where they are so devoted to serving and knowing what their Master needs that they have top energy.” The demon leaned toward the table. “I tend to be top even when I’m submissive. My participation is always active.”

“See how they’re making us crave them and then don't join in when we invite them?” Sev teasingly asked Milady.

Everyone at the table laughed and eyes fell on Stolas, waiting if he had another question or concern on the subject.

“So, the bottom is passive. It has nothing to do with who gives or who receives,” He concluded.

Lily rested her hand on his lower abdomen and smiled confidentially at him.

“You don't need anything more than what you have here, if you wish, to be top, luv,” The demon released him when their cell phone vibrated, and they had to answer a text.

“Oh, but penises are cute, aren't they?” From across the table, Milady enthusiastically took Stolas's hands. “Aren't they so cute?”

Stolas laughed in disbelief. Milady's boyfriend gave her a disapproving look, but it was obvious he was having fun too. Stolas nodded, it was something his kind didn't have, so it had always caught his attention.

“Somebody changes the subject before she talks about hellhounds,” Sev pleaded, earning another look from his girlfriend.

“Well, I love the tails of some demons and sinners,” Lily commented without taking her eyes off her cell phone, but it was obvious that she was listening to them. “Sometimes they are better than any toy, harness, handcuff, or restraint method.”

“I totally agree,” Sev supported letting his flexible tail show off behind him and looking at Stolas “What do you say?”

It was silly to be smiling like that for a conversation. But Stolas couldn't help it. He was no longer the prince relegated to the side of his own party, looking to get drunk. He nodded, talking about how he was always struck by the different tails other races had and the thousands of questions he used to have about them. Sinners could have amazing designs too.

Avian and some sea demons lacked big traits. It was enough to see that, from the table, the only one with a prehensile tail.

“Blitzø can either hang on to his tail or use it to keep his balance,” Stolas said proudly. “I haven't seen many demons do that.”

“That is a true gift,” Sev flicked his tail around Milady's waist and pulled her against him. “I think I would fall if I tried to do that. I'll ask him what kind of training he uses.”

“I’m also going to request that information for a certain sinner I know,” Lily sang.

“Are you and your Daddy versatile?” Milady asked casually.

“Once every lunar eclipse,” Stolas joked. “When he needs it. He says I do well but I'm not like him.”

“There are different kinds of Doms,” Sev encouraged him by resting his hand on Stolas's knee for a second. “In my work, I play that role a lot, so I prefer to be submissive with my girl.”

Milady rubbed her little beak against the incubus's temple and Stolas wanted Blitzo to be there to see that. For him to make sure that those gestures were a sign of unconditional affection between the Ars Goetia.

“I’m distant and bossy,” Milady continued. “Like an Evil Queen.”

Stolas laughed, considering what he was like on those occasions. His hand caressed his collar, following the path of the two horns over his throat.

“I… I'm dedicated, I think I pamper a lot. And it's weird, but even though I know Blitzø inside out, when he entrusts me with that role, I like to look at him and explore him,” Stolas felt his cheeks heat up. “He is so small under my hands and so easy to move... it's unavoidable.”

“From what you describe, I think you would be a good Owner in a Pet Play,” Lily joined the conversation and finished her mimosa. “Your Daddy just texted me, luv. He asked me to take you to one of the private rooms, but, and I quote, «don't ruffle your feathers».”

“Oh, no sexy time,” Sev joked, patting him on the shoulder. “Cheer up champion.”

Stolas laughed, even the jokes were nice. Milady blew him kisses, telling him that she would see him at the next social party, and for the first time, Stolas realized that he wouldn’t be alone at these events. All thanks to a little club in Greed. Blitzo had insisted that it was the community that made the place special, and Stolas couldn't agree more. The thought of being able to be there, meeting more people, and looking forward to the next royal party just to have a feisty chat with Milady sounded exciting. Stolas had clung so tightly to Blitzo because he had been isolated for too long, but now it was Stolas who made friends, joked about topics, and could watch a couple interact without feeling miserable or lonely.

“I was surprised that Blitzø texted you,” Stolas commented loudly. “Looks like you've been chatting for quite some time.”

“He texted me because he takes advantage that I’m weak with you,” Lily answered, taking the elevator without taking her eyes off her cell phone. “Usually, it’s necessary to contact the team that organizes scenes when a client wants something, but he arrived a few minutes ago, and used our influences,” The demon pointed at Stolas and then at herself indignantly and went back to her cell phone. “So, he snuck off to the dorms and had them set it up. Then he wrote me to coordinate with me. The audacity of some Doms.”

Stolas hid a small laugh against his hand. That sounded like Blitzo. But the mystery around it all caught his attention. It didn't feel like a surprise. And as Blitzo's message had said, it wasn't a sexual thing either. So, it left him worried. Stolas knew his imp wasn’t hurt or in danger because he had felt it.

“Here,” Lily had to stand on their tiptoe to wave their arm relatively close to Stolas's face and draw his attention to a door. “Your Daddy said to wait for his orders.”

Finally, Lily knocked twice on the door and left, moving as if she knew a big secret. A few minutes passed his heart racing. Stolas felt his cell phone vibrate and when he saw it was a text message. Blitzo had apparently tried to be as clear as possible.

«You are in charge now. I don’t want to talk. Not sex. I just need you. As you enter, temporarily remove your collar.»

Stolas brought the cell phone to his chest and nodded as if Blitzo could see him. Ever since his imp had given him the collar, he hadn't taken it off more than necessary. In reality, Stolas had made multiple appointments with designers and tailors to create new wardrobes around his collar or to hide it if he had an event where seeing Blitzo’s symbol might cause trouble to his lover. So, the idea of taking it out for something as important as that felt right to him. Because it was like changing symbols of belonging. And his silly heart wanted to give Blitzo something in the future that would also be his mark on him without being offensive to his imp.

But first, he had to attend to his Blitzo and help him in the way he needed. Stolas opened the door and were pleasantly surprised to find a hotel room in lilac tones. A large mirror rested on one of the walls, and a long cabinet had various decorations and lighted candles. A small table had plates with fruit and various sweets, all in small bites, along with bottles of water. The bed was low, something Stolas had lately thought it would be good for him to get. But Blitzo wasn’t there, but on the floor, on a fluffy carpet, only in his underwear, one of his legs was drawn up, resting his elbow on his knee. Blitzo held his gaze as Stolas removed his necklace and walked over to the cabinet and set it on a tray. Stolas turned and felt his heart sink.

Blitzo had showered, but he could feel the bruises and new marks from the recent mission. Demons healed fast, Stolas reminded himself, but that didn't stop the cuts and wounds from hitting his heart. He knew that Blitzo's job was dangerous. Actually, it was the kind of work his imp enjoyed and he would never judge. Unfortunately, logic wasn’t so strong when it came to the people he loved. But Stolas suppressed his feelings.

Blitzo needed him.

He walked towards the carpet, removing his clothes, and leaving himself in the same condition as Blitzo. His imp took a long look at him, sliding his eyes down his body and then returning to his gaze. Stolas liked to hold his intense eyes. Blitzo became completely silent in those moments, and he had to lean on his eyes to have a good guide of what Blitzo needed.

Stolas stood in front of the imp and with his talon pushed Blitzo's knee to the ground, causing him to stretch both. That was what he meant by how small his imp looked at times like this. Blitzo took a deep breath and Stolas closed his grip on his partner's legs, pulling him closer to him causing Blitzo to lose his balance and have to support himself on his elbows. Stolas crouched down, keeping his talon on Blitzo's legs, and met his eyes. There was trust and fear. Confidence in Stolas and worry about failing. Stolas smiled when he noticed that Blitzo wanted to look away from him. He reached around Blitzo’s waist and sat him down on his knees instead. Stolas cupped his chin to look at his perfect imp.

“Darling…” Stolas rubbed the side of his beak against Blitzo's cheek. “Here you are.”

He didn't know if Blitzo was aware of the way his shoulders relaxed when Stolas made that little show of affection. He caressed from his hips to his ankles and back up. Stolas kissed Blitzo's cheek, chin, and neck until Blitzo dropped his head back, fully exposing himself to him, and took a deep breath. Stolas increased his caresses, entertaining himself in the way the muscles of his abdomen relaxed, and he could discover the shape of his waist and chest. Stolas kissed him, slowly, fascinated by how he could feel Blitzo's pulse rising under his tongue. A body so sincere, with such expressive skin. How could he not love to touch him?

Blitzo's tail caught on his arm, clinging to him. Stolas smiled and leaned down until his knees rested on the carpet. Thus, he slid Blitzo's body until his shoulders touched the ground. That way he was fully exposed in front of him, and his hands could travel better. Blitzo arched his back as he began massaging his legs. Always keeping eye contact. Stolas took his time on each tense muscle and began to undo whatever tension he found, feeling Blitzo's body tremble, struggling against its last resistance.

“I’m here, darling,” Stolas reminded him, massaging his thighs, sliding his fingers at the juncture of his legs at his hips, finding tension there. “Here I am.”

Blitzo frowned, his tail pulling him into his mouth, but that was a trap. It was easy for Blitzo to use sex to hide his vulnerability. But his message had been clear. So, Stolas resisted and instead turned Blitzo's small body so that he lay face down on the carpet. His imp struggled slightly between his hands, but not enough to pull away. So, Stolas guided him to lower his knees to the floor, keeping his hips high and his chest resting on the carpet. Blitzo's hands reached out, digging into the material beneath him. Stolas smiled. It was like having a cat fight against what it wanted. Blitzo's tail didn't let go of his arm and pulled him close to his body again. So, Stolas did so, and his hands began to gently massage Blitzo's back. His eyes found a bottle of massage oil on the counter, and he used his magic to bring it into his hands. The liquid was cold, so he rubbed it in a bit, feeling the scent of mochaccino wash over his senses and causing him to suppress a laugh. His hands went back to the massage, running down Blitzo's back gently, covering his spines carefully, then running over every perfect muscle. Stolas began to work through each knot and tight part, hearing Blitzo breathe slowly through his mouth. He continued with his work, enjoying that the only sounds coming from Blitzo were long sighs and slower breathing. Stolas continued like this, feeling a kind of pleasant satisfaction knowing that only with him did Blitzo give himself in such a way. Without fighting, without cursing, in a shared silence where Blitzo became nothing and that was okay. The imp's shoulders finished relaxing, perhaps sleepy. So, Stolas began with a stronger massage, sliding his hands with pressure over Blitzo’s body, sculpting his form, bringing him from nothing to a whole. Blitzo gasped in surprise and his claws dug into the carpet, moving his body in rhythm with Stolas's hands up and down on his skin. Blitzo's tail released his hand and instead moved around his hips for support.

Stolas had no words to describe the beauty that was in Blitzo at that moment. Totally unarmed, devoid of all defenses, and wily. The lilac carpet only highlighted the combination of white and red on his skin. Blitzo was animalistic in the least dangerous essence. Feline, his back contorting under his touch, pure in the sincerity of each gasp and real in the trust he placed in Stolas to attend to him.

Beautiful in the tragedy of a hard life. Attractive in the vulnerability of his figure.

His fingers massaged each spine and lingered at the base of his horns. Stolas reached up to caress his arms, coming back around his back, enjoying his waist, and touching his tail until it released him, so he could massage it there too, taking great care.

Blitzo purred, looking over his shoulder at him. His magnificent imp with his most relaxed smile. Stolas kissed his tail, pleased to see Blitzo so comfortable. His imp's tail yanked him in his direction again and Stolas drooped down beside him, laughing at the reproachful look Blitzo gave him. Stolas stuck out his tongue. He caressed Blitzo's face. His precious imp. For a few seconds, he just stood there, surprised that he could do that. Touch him. Merely cuddling the very demon that had the power to destroy him with his actions. Blitzo narrowed his eyes, visibly relaxed after the massage. So, Stolas sat back on his heels, holding out his hand to Blitzo. He got up, crawling, almost dragging his knees, to sit across from Stolas. His little imp. So small in front of him. In power, in resistance, in height. And yet, capable of causing so many things in his life. Stolas leaned down and kissed each scar, starting with the new ones. He had to put a hand on Blitzo's lower back to keep him from losing his balance and little by little Blitzo leaned fully into him, his arms falling on Stolas's back, but not really clinging to him. Stolas settled better between his legs, kissing, and tending to every mark that made Blitzo who he was. Loving every stumble in his past, every war defeated and every fight to survive. Including that of day. The taste of the oil made him feel like he was exploring how many licks it would take to get to Blitzo, but that just meant he had the excuse to kiss him more. Stolas moved Blitzo with ease, back on his knees and covering him with his body. No scar was left uncared for, memorized by Stolas long ago. Blitzo had told him that some of his scars had left him with a sensitive sensation. There was no pain, but tingling, no matter how much force they used on that area. What Stolas discovered is that kissing him there or scratching the marks on his waist and back always managed to relax his imp. So that's what he did. He stopped kissing him and slid his claws over his body until Blitzo fell onto his side, stretching with infectious delight in a long, pleasurable purr.

Stolas let him rest like that, satisfied with the result.

His imp blinked several times, regaining control of his body. The relaxed smile was still there, but his eyes gleamed with intelligence.

“Stols…” Blitzo held out his hand. “That felt good.”

“How are you feeling, darling?”

Blitzo struggled with himself for a few seconds. Stolas prepared to let his question slide, but Blitzo nodded.

“Moxxie fell out of a window into a dumpster full of glass. Millie destroyed the entire block while I was rescuing Mox,” Blitzo explained. “M&M's are fine. It was nothing serious. But I couldn't stop thinking about Moxxie bathed in his blood… Even if it was superficial, it was… too much blood.”

And Blitzo surely had to maintain control as Moxxie suffered, helping him get every glass out of his body. After that, it must have been Blitzo who calmed Millie down as she watched her husband wet in blood. Stolas knew that it must have been more complicated for there to be injuries to his imp. But he didn't insist. Because the most important part was that Blitzo had carried the power for too long and had gone to Stolas to recharge.

“I always knew you would make a great boss.”

Blitzo rolled his eyes, flushing, but didn’t debate him. Maybe he didn't have the energy for it. Stolas picked him up and put him on the bed. When he wanted to move to the tray to see what he could offer Blitzo, he took his hand.

“The collar.”

Stolas nodded, hearing a thousand comforting emotions in those words. He retrieved the accessory, letting it rest on his neck where it belonged. When he looked in the direction of the bed, Blitzo was already standing on it, drinking from the water bottle and throwing pieces of fruit into the air, catching them in his mouth. Stolas laughed aloud and sat down next to him. Blitzo gestured for him to open his mouth and what followed were terrible attempts on his part to catch fruit, which ended up everywhere. But when he finally managed to capture two in a row, Stolas jumped to his feet, infected by the carefree play.

Blitzo took his hand and simply spun him around, moving on the mattress in a clumsy attempt at a dance that had Stolas laughing with greater pleasure, until, in an effort to appear gallant, Blitzo failed to catch him in his arms and they both fell again in bed. More laughter, something that years ago Stolas never thought possible in his life. Cheerful laughs. His imp sat on his waist, still laughing and his index finger closed on the ring of his collar. Blitzo leaned against his neck, seeking his most sensitive spot, and moved his lips silently.

«I love you»

Then he bit him hard, making Stolas gasp and taking away the possibility of speaking or reacting to that confession.

Blitzo captured his hands at the sides of his head and smiled lopsidedly.

“Shall we go home?”

Stolas felt his feathers ruffle and nodded, opening a portal below them both, directly above his bed. Blitzo's surprised yell made him laugh and he hugged his imp to his chest, closing the portal.

How was he not supposed to kiss Blitzo after that?

So, he did, over and over again, hearing him complain, struggling without real effort and trying to seduce him without really achieving anything because at that moment Stolas just wanted to enjoy being home, in their bed, with the demon he loved.

“You’re so sappy,” Blitzo complained between laughs. “Where is the horny prince I seduced that day?”

“Oh, he’s still here, darling,” Stolas rubbed his forehead against his imp's chest before looking up at him. “But now you won't be able to escape from me.” He proudly touched his collar and kissed his cheek again, just because he could.

Blitzo cursed more but didn't let go.

“What will I do with you?”

«Love me more.»

“Kiss Me,” Stolas answered, seeking his lips. “And improve your tactics if you want me to stop pampering you.”

“Oh... we are being bold, eh?” Blitzo smiled at the challenge. “I'll make you eat those words, pretty bird.”

Stolas laughed and dodged Blitzo, hearing him laugh.

Their future was promising.

Notes:

And we have reached the end!

Can you believe this started as drabbles? Nocturna, do you remember they were drabbles? Where did we get lost?

Oh! Since I'll be using Lily in another fic, I made a little character sheet for them: Here. Now everyone can see her perpetually angry face and sharp little teeth before she smiles like an innocent soul.

Some had mentioned that they would like to read Stolas in that Dom role that Blitzo said in another chapter. So, I wanted to share with you a mix between Soft Dom and Owner. It's funny because it's normal to attribute a lot of feline characteristics to Blitzo and there are so many fanarts of Stolas playing with Blitzo as if he were a cat. So, a combination of both things came up. More Soft Dom, but I think they could enter full Pet Play over time.

Are you interested in knowing what they are planning against Valentino? Or about the role of Angel and Vox in the club? The fic that goes in parallel with this story is published here.

 

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