The Ashes of Wrath

by Fan_Stories

Summary:

In this fanfiction, Stolas didn't make it in time to save Blitz during his execution.

After losing someone who meant so much to them, the I.M.P team and those closest to their late leader face the hard road of grief and healing. Together, they share memories, uncover truths, and find strength in the connections they built through love and chaos. As they try to honor his legacy, they realize that even in Hell, the bonds of family and friendship can bring light to the darkest times.

(Warning: Character death in this Story)

Chapter 1: The Execution

 

 

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Hell had never felt so suffocating.

The broadcast aired on every screen across the seven rings, its crimson tones casting an eerie glow in every corner of Hell. In the heart of the scene stood Blitz, chained to a stone pillar. His face bore no trace of his usual snark, only quiet defiance. Around him, the flames of wrath licked the edges of his bound body, a reminder of the judgment passed on him by Satan himself.

The execution platform loomed above a crowd of sneering demons, their cheers a cruel melody against the ominous silence Blitz carried in his heart. Hovering cameras captured every angle, feeding the spectacle to every corner of the underworld. Blitz, however, was not looking at the mob. His crimson eyes searched only for the three faces he knew he couldn't live without—Moxxie, Millie, and Loona.

They were there, standing at the edge of the platform. Millie's bloodied fists strained against her desk, her lips trembling as she whispered a plea. Beside her, Moxxie had abandoned his composure entirely, his sobs echoing faintly in the charged air. Loona, standing slightly apart, kept her head low, her trembling hands covering her face. She couldn't look, she didn't want this to be her last memory of her father.

Blitz smiled, weak but genuine. He spoke with a voice hoarse from the beatings he'd endured leading up to this moment. "I love you guys..." he said softly.

Millie screamed as the executioner approached, a towering demon with a blade carved from obsidian. Moxxie called out to Blitz, his voice breaking.
"Blitz! I...I can't watch Millie..."

Blitz's gaze lingered on them. He wished he could say more, wished he could reassure them, but time was not on his side. He simply nodded, mouthing a final "Thank you" Before the blade came down.

The sickening sound of flesh rending filled the air, and with it came the silence of the world shattering.

The crowd roared with delight, their chants drowning out the sound of Moxxie collapsing into Millie's arms. Loona, unable to watch, turned her back to the scene, tears streaking down her face as she cried in vain. Millie, however, didn't look away. Her body trembled with rage and sorrow as her wide eyes remained fixed on Blitz's lifeless form, now crumpled on the execution platform.

****

Far away, in the vibrant halls of Ozzie's palace, Fizzarolli clutched his chest, collapsing to his knees as he watched the broadcast. His face expressing a silent grief. "No...." Fizz gasped, unable to process the sight of his childhood best friend reduced to nothing more than a spectacle.

****

In the Pride Ring, Verosika clenched her drink so tightly it shattered in her hand, blood mixed with spilled liquor dropped on the floor. And a tear dropped down her eyes.

****

Barbie, hidden in a shitty motel, screamed and threw a chair across the room, her voice a guttural cry of frustration, grief, and rage. All of Hell had seen Blitz's die, and even those who hated him were left grappling with the void his death had carved into the fabric of their lives.

****

In the shadows beyond the execution platform, Loona, Moxxie and Millie were dragged away, their protests drowned out by the screams. A door slammed shut behind them, and the world outside fell away into eerie silence. The two were left gasping, shaking in each other's arms, their chains finally removed. Loona stumbled after them, her face pale, her usual biting demeanor absent.

"Please tell me he's okay..." A voice echoed in the room.  Then, they saw him. A teary-eyed Stolas stood before them. He looked exhausted, like he had been running for miles. His normally regal demeanor undone. His feathers were disheveled, his robes torn from his frantic journey to reach the trial. His eyes were filled with desperation, searching the group for Blitz.

"Where is he?" Stolas rasped, his voice trembling. "Where's Blitz!?" Moxxie shook his head, biting his lip so hard it bled. They didn't need to say it. Their expressions said enough that Stolas understood, each face dripping with pain.

The weight of the realization hit Stolas like a dagger. He stumbled back a step, his hands gripping the wall for support. "No....." He muttered, his gaze darting to the door they'd just come from. Without waiting for another word, he pushed past them, determined to see Blitz one last time.

He didn't make it far. As Stolas burst into the trial chamber, Satan himself turned to face him. The air grew heavier, suffused with oppressive heat and malice. Satan was larger than life, his molten eyes burning with anger as he gestured for the guards to block Stolas's path.

"Ah, the fallen prince graces us with his presence," Satan sneered, his voice echoing like thunder. "Here to beg, I assume?"

"I—" Stolas's voice broke as he met the glowing eyes of Hell's ruler. He straightened, though his legs trembled beneath him. "I came to stop this madness! Blitz...he didn't deserve—"

"Deserve?" Satan's booming laughter cut him off. "Do you know how many rules he broke? How many laws you helped him break by giving him access to your grimoire?"

Stolas froze, the weight of those accusations crashing down on him. "I did it to protect him,"  He said, his voice faltering. "I did it because—"

"Spare me your excuses,"  Satan growled. "The imp's sins were his own, but you, prince Stolas, you betrayed your station. You abandoned your duty for a fleeting fling."

Stolas flinched at the venom in those words. Around him, the other noble demons in attendance whispered and sneered, their judgment palpable. Stolas wanted to argue, to explain the complexity of his relationship with Blitz, but the words wouldn't come. What was the point? They wouldn't listen. They had already killed him.

"Well then, let me think about a fitting punishment for you." Satan said with an thoughtful expression. "Punishment?" Stolas replied with a shocked expression. "Well yes, you did commit a very illegal crime so you have to be punished"

Stolas looked at the ground. Blood was spread across the floor, clearly a sign that someone had been dragged off. He looked up with an emotionless expression. "Why don't you just kill me......." Everyone stared at him, but Stolas didn't care. He just wanted to die, he didn't know how to continue life with this hole in his chest.

"Kill you? No we can't do that... you are demon royalty, just let me think....." Satan said. Suddenly Andrealphus stood next to Satan. "Mind i suggest something sir?" And he whispered something in his ears. "Yeah sure that works" Satan replied.

"Stolas! You are hereby banished from the throne and stripped of your remaining influence, for the next 100 years"  Satan declared. "Your name shall be serving as a warning for all who would defy the order of Hell."

The finality of the sentence left Stolas hollow. "What...What about my daughter!?" He screamed as he realized what he's done. Andrealphus  looked at him with an evil expression. "Oh she'll be safe, with her mother!" The guards escorted him out of the chamber, then he saw in the corner of his eye the lifeless body of the only person who had ever truly understood him. He didn't fight back. He didn't have the strength. All he could do was cry.

Outside, Moxxie, Millie, and Loona waited in the cold, desolate hallway. When they saw Stolas emerge, his head hung low, they realized the trial had not gone in his favor.

"They..." Stolas began, his voice cracking. "They wouldn't listen. I couldn't......"

Loona stepped forward, her tough exterior completely gone. "None of us could have prevented this," She said softly, her voice hoarse from crying. For the first time, she placed a hand on Stolas's shoulder, her grip surprisingly firm. "But it wasn't your fault."

Stolas looked up at her, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "It feels like it is," He whispered. Moxxie, wiping his tear-streaked face, spoke next. "We all failed him,"  He admitted, his voice shaking. "But Blitz...he wouldn't want us to wallow in guilt. He wouldn't want us to fall apart."

Millie nodded, her hand tightly gripping Moxxie's. "We're all he had left" She added. "And now...it's up to us to make sure he isn't forgotten." Stolas felt a faint flicker of warmth in their words, though it was drowned in the sea of his grief. He nodded, though his mind remained fixated on Blitz's final moments, his voice, and the love he never got the chance to fully express.

"Stolas, what happened in there?" Millie asked with worry. Stolas shook his head. "I've... ive been banished and-" Suddenly a servant threw a empty soda bottle at Stolas before running away. It made everyone stop talking.

As they stood together in the dim hallway, the weight of Blitz's absence settled over them, heavier than any chain. Hell itself seemed darker, quieter, as if mourning the loss of one of its most chaotic yet beloved souls.

This was a loss that would send ripples through the lives of everyone he had touched, leaving them all to navigate the emptiness he left behind.

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Chapter 2: Humiliation

 

The silence that followed Blitz's death lingered like a suffocating fog. The once chaotic, relentless energy that defined him now hung in stillness, heavy in the air. For the Imp Crew, the grief was raw and unbearable.

Loona led the way as they left the execution grounds, Stolas's head hung low, his feathers drooping like leaves. Behind him trailed Moxxie, Millie, their pace slow and uneven. None of them spoke. Words felt impossible.

The streets of Hell weren't kind. Word of Blitz's death had spread like wildfire, and so had the details of Stolas's banishment. As they moved through the crowded alleys, demons jeered and spat, their insults cutting deeper than any blade.

"Traitor!" One shouted, hurling a rotten tomato that splattered against Stolas's chest. "This is your fault!" Snarled another, their voice venomous. "If you hadn't given him that damn book, he'd still be alive!" A plastic bottle bounced off Stolas's head, but he didn't react. His eyes remained fixed on the ground, his expression blank.

Moxxie clenched his fists, his body trembling with anger. "Leave him alone!" He shouted, his voice cracking. "You don't know anything about what happened!" Millie tugged at his arm, her voice soft but firm. "Mox, don't. They're not worth  it"

"Just leave it... i deserve everything given to me." Stolas said with a blank expression on his face, which made the rest of the team worry. Loona, walking slightly in front of them, kept her arms crossed and her gaze forward. She didn't flinch when a crumpled newspaper grazed her shoulder, but her hands trembled slightly. Her tail flicked erratically, betraying her tension.

Loona stopped abruptly in front of a dim, decrepit building. It was a far cry from his grand palace in the Pride Ring. She turned to face the Imp Crew, his voice barely above a whisper. "Blitz went here sometimes when he wanted to be alone, maybe he left something in there we want to hold on to." Loona said as she walked inside

Moxxie opened his mouth to speak but faltered, unsure of what to say. Millie placed a reassuring hand on his arm, and the two nodded quietly. Loona walked past them, pushing open the door with more force than necessary, disappearing into the dim interior without a word.

Inside, the house was cold and dark. Dust coated every surface, and the faint smell of rotten food lingered in the air. Loona sat heavily on a worn-out couch, her usual scowl replaced by a deadly stare. Her hands rested in her lap, her claws twitching as if searching for something to grasp. Moxxie and Millie hovered nearby, exchanging uncertain glances.

"Loona," Millie said gently, kneeling in front of her. "Are you going to be okay?" Loona looked away, her eyes fixed on a broken lamp in the corner of the room. "I don't want to talk about this," She muttered, her voice hollow.

Moxxie hesitated before stepping closer. "You don't have to talk," he said softly. "But...we're here. If you need us." Loona's tail flicked sharply, but she didn't respond. Millie reached out and placed a hand on her knee, her touch light and non-intrusive. For a moment, Loona tensed, but then she exhaled shakily, her shoulders slumping.

"I just..." Loona's voice cracked, and she bit her lip, her hands curling into fists. "Please, just stop talking about it"

****

Meanwhile, in the mansion, Octavia sat curled up on her bed. The laughter and music from her mother's latest party filtered through the walls, a cruel reminder of how detached Stella was from the chaos and grief consuming their family.

Octavia clutched a framed photo of herself and Stolas, taken during one of their rare peaceful moments together. Her fingers traced the edges of the picture, lingering on her father's smile. A single tear slid down her cheek, and then another, until her vision blurred. A knock on her door startled her. Stella's voice followed, sharp and impatient. "Octavia! Stop crying and come downstairs. We have guests."

Octavia didn't respond. She buried her face in her pillow, stifling the quiet sobs that wracked her body. Her mother wouldn't understand. No one would. She whispered to herself, her voice trembling. "I just want him back home."

****

Back at the house, the silence stretched on. Stolas sat at the dining table, his gaze fixed on the remnants of Blitz's life scattered around him. A half-empty bottle of cheap whiskey, a crumpled pack of cigarettes, and a stack of papers filled with half-finished doodles.

Moxxie and Millie lingered in the doorway, unsure whether to leave Stolas to his solitude or try to offer comfort. Finally, Millie broke the silence. "Hey,...." He didn't look up or responded. Millie stepped forward hesitantly. "I just...we wanted to say...thank you. For trying at least." Stolas let out a bitter laugh, his hands trembling as he clutched a photo of Blitz. "I didn't try hard enough," He said. "If I had been faster, if I had been stronger..."

"You did what you could," Moxxie said, his voice gentle but firm. "And Blitz wouldn't blame you. He...he cared about you." Stolas's grip on the photo tightened. "I cared about him too," He whispered. "More than I ever admitted. And now...I'll never have the chance.

The weight of his words hung in the air. Millie placed a comforting hand on Stolas's shoulder, her touch warm and steady. "You're not alone," She said softly. "We're all hurting. But we'll get through this. Together."

Stolas looked up at her, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears. For the first time since Blitz's death, he felt a faint glimmer of something beyond despair—a fragile, flickering hope.

Back at the house, the Imp Crew settled into an uneasy silence. Loona stretched out on the couch, her eyes closed but her mind racing. Moxxie and Millie sat together on a worn armchair, their hands tightly clasped. Stolas remained at the table, lost in his thoughts.

The night stretched on, heavy and unrelenting. Each of them carried their grief differently, but all of them felt the same gaping hole left by Blitz's absence. And though the road ahead seemed impossibly dark, they knew they had no choice but to keep moving forward.

For him.

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Chapter 3: Conflicted feelings

 

Barbie Wire sat on the edge of her bed in a dimly lit motel room, the broadcast of Blitz's execution replaying on the cracked television screen. She hadn't turned it off since it happened, as though keeping it on would somehow make it less real. The sound was muted now, but the image of Blitz's final moments remained endlessly into her mind.

Her twin brother was gone, and she can never see him again.

Barbie's fingers trembled as she lit a cigarette, the ember briefly illuminating the tear-streaked lines of her face. She inhaled deeply, the burn in her lungs doing little to drown the ache in her chest. She'd spent years running from her past, from her family, and especially from him. Blitz had been the reminder of everything she wanted to forget—their chaotic childhood, the fractured dreams of their circus days, and the fallout that left them separated.

The cigarette dangled between her fingers as her gaze drifted to an old photograph on the nightstand. It was faded, the colors washed out by time, but the image was clear: Blitz, grinning like an idiot, his arm slung around her shoulder. Barbie remembered the day it was taken. They were younger, happier—or at least better at pretending.

"I hate you for leaving me like this," She whispered, her voice breaking. "You were supposed to stick around. Be the annoying pain in my ass you always were."

Barbie's tears fell freely now, but she didn't wipe them away. She was too tired, too drained to care about keeping up appearances. She leaned back against the peeling wall, closing her eyes as memories of Blitz flooded her mind. She remembered his laugh, loud and obnoxious. She remembered the fights—so many fights—and the rare moments of vulnerability he'd let slip when he thought no one was looking. She remembered the last time she saw him. She was so angry at Blitz, but now she realized that he was just happy to see her out of rehab.

"He always cared too much," She muttered, bitterness creeping into her voice. "Even when it got him hurt." She crushed the cigarette into an ashtray and buried her face in her hands. Despite everything, she'd loved her brother. She still kinda did.  He was the only family she had left, and now, it was too late to tell him.

****

In a penthouse apartment in the Lust Ring, Verosika stood in front of a mirror, adjusting her hair for the third time in an hour. Her reflection stared back at her, flawless as always, but something was wrong. Her eyes, usually so sharp and vibrant, were dull, haunted.

On the dresser beside her sat an empty bottle of top-shelf liquor and a torn photograph. It was of her and Blitz, back when things were good—or as good as they ever were. She picked up the picture, her manicured nails brushing against the edges. In the photo, Blitz was giving her a cheeky grin, his arm wrapped around her waist. She looked annoyed, but her eyes betrayed the affection she'd tried so hard to hide.

"Damn you, Blitz," She muttered, her voice thick with emotion. "Why'd you have to die? It's not fair" It wasn't fair, Verosika may have hated Blitz for his actions, but she never stopped loving him. He did nothing wrong, Blitz didn't deserve to die like this. This wasn't his fault.

She threw the photo back onto the dresser and turned away, pacing the room. Her heels clicked against the marble floor, the sound sharp and grating. Verosika had always prided herself on being unshakable. No one could hurt her—not her fans, not her exes, not anyone. But this? This was different.

Her mind raced with memories, both sweet and bitter. Blitz had been a disaster of a boyfriend—messy, impulsive, and infuriatingly reckless. But he'd also been genuine in a way most demons in Hell weren't. He'd made her feel alive, even if he'd also driven her insane. And now, knowing she'd never see that stupid grin again, she felt a hollow ache she couldn't shake.

Verosika sat on the edge of her bed, her head in her hands. "You were supposed to rot in Hell, Blitz," She said, a sad smile tugging at her lips. "Not leave me here missing you."

****

Barbie wasn't sure when she'd fallen asleep, but she woke to the sound of rain tapping against the window. The television was still on, the muted images casting a faint glow across the room. She reached for her phone, hesitating before scrolling through old messages. Most were from years ago, back when Blitz still tried to reach out.

Her thumb hovered over a message she'd ignored: "Barbs, you're still my sister, even if you hate me. I'll always be here when you're ready." She threw the phone onto the bed, frustration bubbling to the surface. "Why couldn't you just leave me alone?" She whispered, her voice shaking. "Why couldn't you just—" Her words caught in her throat as she broke down again, the dam of emotions too strong to hold back. Barbie clutched the pillow tightly, wishing she could scream loud enough to drown out the pain.

The rain continued to fall as Barbie lit another cigarette, the smoke curling around her like a shroud. She thought about the last time she'd seen Blitz in person that wasn't related to her work or drug abuse, it was years ago, during an encounter at a dingy bar. He'd been his usual self—loud, obnoxious, and impossible to ignore. They'd argued, of course. That was what they did. But there had been a moment, a fleeting second, when he'd looked at her with something raw and vulnerable in his eyes.

She'd ignored it, brushing him off with a sarcastic remark. Now, she wished she hadn't.

****

In her penthouse, Verosika picked up the torn photo again, smoothing out the creases. She traced Blitz's face with her finger, her expression softening. Despite all the anger and hurt between them, there had been love once. And maybe, just maybe, there still was.

For Barbie and Verosika, the grief was sharp and unrelenting, cutting through the walls they'd spent years building. They were tough, they were survivors, but they were also human—or at least as human as demons could be. And in their own ways, they both mourned the same thing: the loss of someone who had been a part of their lives, messy and imperfect but irreplaceable.

Verosika poured herself another drink, the amber liquid catching the dim light. She stared at the glass for a long moment before setting it down untouched. Alcohol wasn't going to fix this. Nothing could.

She walked to the window, looking out over the neon-lit cityscape. The world outside seemed to move on as if nothing had happened, as if Blitz's death was just another meaningless death in the chaos of Hell. But for her, the world had shifted. It wasn't just the loss of an ex; it was the loss of someone who had once been a part of her, someone who had mattered in a way few others did.

Verosika leaned her forehead against the cool glass, her eyes closing as she whispered to the empty room, "I didn't hate you as much as I let on, Blitz. Maybe I never did." As the night stretched on, Barbie and Verosika found themselves staring into the abyss of their emotions. They were separated by distance and history, but their thoughts mirrored one another.

Barbie whispered into the darkness of her motel room, her voice barely audible. "I'm sorry, Blitz. For everything." And in her penthouse, Verosika raised her glass in a silent toast, a single tear slipping down her cheek. "To you, Blitz. You handsome idiot."

Somewhere in the chaos of Hell, the memory of Blitz lingered, a spark that refused to be extinguished. For Barbie and Verosika, it was a reminder of the lives they'd shared, the fights they'd had, and the love they'd never fully expressed. And in that shared void, there was something achingly beautiful—an unspoken bond that death couldn't break.

 

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Chapter 4: Emptiness

 

The flames of the Lust Ring burned bright as ever, but the energy within Ozzie's palace was dim, subdued. Beelzebub, sitting cross-legged on a velvet couch, sipped a sugary cocktail with far less enthusiasm than usual. Across from her, Asmodeus leaned forward, his massive frame slouched as he rested his chin in one hand. His other hand gripped a golden goblet, though it remained untouched.

The room was quiet except for the faint hum of music playing somewhere deep within the palace. Normally, such a gathering between the two most powerful beings in Lust and Gluttony would have been filled with laughter and indulgence. But not tonight.

"He didn't deserve this," Beelzebub said finally, breaking the silence. Her voice was softer than usual, missing its usual vibrant buzz. She stared into her drink, the swirling colors reflecting her conflicted thoughts.

Asmodeus nodded, his glowing eyes dimmed. "No...He didn't," He agreed. His deep voice carried a rare somberness, a heavy weight that hung between them. "Blitz... he was a mess, sure. But he had something most of Hell doesn't—a heart."

Bee smiled faintly, her eyes glassy. "Yeah. Saw that at the party, you know? He wasn't just some drunk asshole. He cared... about Loona, his friends... even himself, in a weird way." She sighed, setting her glass down. "It just doesn't feel right."

Asmodeus's gaze darkened. "Yeah, he always made sure that his friends were safe, physically and emotionally, but i'm honestly more worried how Fizz is when i see him. He must feel immense grief right now" He rumbled. He leaned back, his massive tail unfurling slightly before folding again. "They were best friends. That little Imp had a way of getting under Fizz's skin. Blitz brought out something in him I hadn't seen in centuries. "

Bee tilted her head. "Love?"

"No, it wasn't just love," Asmodeus said, his voice distant. "More like...,Trust. Connection. Blitz was a piece of his past that wasn't just pain and scars."

Bee nodded thoughtfully, swirling the ice in her drink. "And now?"

Asmodeus sighed heavily. "Now, i think Fizz is going to be shutting down. And I don't know how to bring him back."

The Lust King returned to his private quarters hours later, the heavy doors creaking open to reveal the dimly lit space. It was quiet, eerily so, save for the faint sound of mechanical whirring. Fizzarolli sat in the corner of the room, his back against the wall. His prosthetic limbs twitched slightly, clicking and whirring in the silence. He didn't look up as Asmodeus entered.

"Fizzy?" Ozzie's voice was gentle but filled with concern.

Fizzarolli didn't respond. His normally animated face was blank, his bright eyes dull. He stared at the floor, his arms resting limply on his knees. Asmodeus knelt down, his massive form dwarfing the smaller demon. He reached out a clawed hand to touch Fizz's shoulder, but the jester flinched away, his expression hardening.

"Don't," Fizz snapped, his voice sharp. "Please" Asmodeus frowned but pulled back slightly. "Fizz, talk to me.....Please."

Fizz's jaw clenched as he pushed himself to his feet, his movements jerky and uneven. He began pacing the room, his prosthetics clicking with every step. "What's there to talk about, huh? My best friend is dead. Poof! Gone. Just like that. And what did I do? Nothing!" His voice cracked, and he turned away, his shoulders shaking.

"Fizz You couldn't have stopped it..." Asmodeus said softly, his voice steady and calm. "But you could!! You were there! Why didn't you stop them! Explain to them that he was innocent!" Asmodeus didn't know what to say, he just stared at Fizz with worry. He looked like all the happiness has left his body.

Fizz whirled around, his eyes blazing. " I wasn't even there!" He shouted, his voice filled with anguish. "I wasn't there when he needed me! I should've known. I should've—" He broke off, his hands gripping his head as if trying to keep himself from falling apart.

"You couldn't have known," Asmodeus said, rising to his full height. He stepped closer, his shadow enveloping Fizzarolli. "None of us could." Fizz let out a bitter laugh, his voice dripping with self-loathing. "That's the problem, Ozzie. I should've. Blitz was my best friend, my brother in all but blood. And I just... let him die."

Fizzarolli's legs buckled, and he collapsed to his knees. Asmodeus was beside him in an instant, catching him before he hit the floor. The jester's composure shattered completely as he clung to the larger demon, his mechanical arms wrapping around Ozzie's torso.

"I miss him, Oz," Fizz whispered, his voice trembling. "I miss him so much it hurts." Asmodeus pulled Fizz into his embrace, his massive arms cradling the smaller demon like he was made of glass. "I know, Fizzy," He murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "I know."

Fizz buried his face in Asmodeus's chest, his sobs wracking his body. His claws clutched desperately at Ozzie's robes, as though holding on could somehow bring Blitz back. "I never told him," Fizz choked out. "I never told him how much he meant to me. How much I still cared."

Asmodeus's wings curled around them, creating a cocoon of warmth and safety. "He knew," Ozzie said quietly. "Fizz, he knew. Blitz was naive sometimes, but he wasn't blind." Fizz's sobs slowed, though his body continued to shake. "You think so?" He asked, his voice small and fragile.

Asmodeus cupped Fizzarolli's cheek, his thumb brushing away a stray tear. "I know so," He said firmly. "And he wouldn't want you to carry this guilt. He'd want you to remember the good times, the laughs, the love." Fizzarolli let out a shuddering breath, leaning into Asmodeus's touch. "I"ll miss him Oz" He admitted. "I don't know how to move on from this."

"You don't have to," Asmodeus said. "Not yet. Grief isn't something you rush. You take it one moment at a time. And I'll be here, every step of the way." Fizzarolli nodded weakly, his eyes closing as exhaustion overtook him. Asmodeus held him close, rocking him gently as the storm of emotions finally began to subside. And he couldn't stop crying in Asmodeous's arms.

Fizz sat up slowly, his body aching from the tension, as he wiped off his tears, but he was still shaking. "Hey," He replied, his voice hoarse. They sat in silence for a moment, the weight of everything still hanging in the air. Finally, Fizz spoke. "Thanks...." Asmodeus's smile widened slightly. "Always, my love."

Fizz let out a sigh, until he realized. "Love?....Oh satan...." He said when the realization hit him like a bullet. "What is it Fizzy?" Ozzie asked as he looked at Fizz, clearly distracted by something. "Oz...what happened to Stolas?" Asmodeus looked away in shame. "He,....got.....banished"

"Oh lucifer....He must be devastated about all of this. First he lost the love of his life, and then he got banished! Do you have any idea where he is? Is he okay?" Fizz replied in shock. "I tried reaching out to him, but i don't think he's really in the mood to talk, and i don't have a clue where he is." Asmodeus replied.

Fizzarolli leaned against Asmodeus, his head resting on the larger demon's shoulder. Asmodeus wrapped an arm around Fizz. "You're not the only one griefing Fizz. We'll get through this, together." Fizz closed his eyes, letting out a deep breath. "I just hope everyone else is doing okay."

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Chapter 5: Heavy is the crown

 

The day of Blitz's funeral arrived, casting a somber shadow across Hell. Despite the constant noise and chaos of the underworld, a quiet tension hung over the Pride Ring. Demons from every corner of Hell gathered for the event, all with different reasons to come. Some came to gloat over the death of the infamous Blitz, some to mourn, and others out of respect.

Moxxie, Millie, and Loona stood at the front of the gathering, their grief raw and visible. Stolas stood nearby, his regal feathers dull and his posture slouched. He didn't belong in this world anymore, yet he couldn't bring himself to leave.

The funeral was held in a desolate cemetery, a stark contrast to Blitz's vibrant and chaotic life. A simple headstone marked his grave, adorned with a crude carving of his signature grin. But the grave was empty, they never received his body, which made it actually even worse that it already was. Around it stood a strange mix of mourners.

Barbie lingered near the back, her arms crossed and her eyes downcast. Verosika stood off to the side, her usual confidence subdued as she avoided meeting anyone's gaze. Beelzebub and Asmodeus sat together, their presence looming but respectful. Fizzarolli stayed close to Ozzie, his face emotionless, though his trembling hands betrayed his anxiety.

The air was thick with tension as the ceremony began. Moxxie stepped forward, his voice shaking as he delivered a speech. "Blitz wasn't perfect," He began, gripping a piece of paper tightly. "Far from it. But he was... he was our boss, our friend and our family. He gave us a chance when no one else would, and he never stopped believing in us, even when we didn't believe in ourselves."

Millie placed a comforting hand on Moxxie's shoulder, her own tears glistening in her eyes. Loona stood emotionless beside them, her hands stuffed in her jacket pockets, but her tail swished nervously behind her.

As the ceremony concluded, Moxxie turned to face the crowd. "That was beautiful sweetie" Millie said as they sat back down. Moxxie took a quick look around before his eyes focused on Fizz.

"Fizzarolli was his best friend right? He looks so emotionally drained. He must feel terrible right now" Millie noticed Fizz's dead stare too as she looked at him. "I should go talk to him." Millie said as she got up from her chair and walked over to him. Moxxie on the other hand took a quick scan of the crowd until he noticed a familiar face. His sorrow morphed into anger as he spotted Barbie. His voice rose, sharp and cutting.

"You!" He shouted, pointing a trembling finger at her. "You should have been there! You're his sister, for crying out loud! Where the hell were you when he needed you?" Barbie flinched, her mouth opened, but no words came. She looked away, shame coloring her expression.

"And you!" He added, his gaze locking on Verosika. "You act like you cared, but where were you when he was falling apart? All you ever did was make things worse by hosting that stupid party!"

Verosika's eyes narrowed, but her usual fiery retort didn't come. Instead, she lowered her head, her lips pressed into a tight line. "You think I don't regret it?" She muttered, her voice barely audible. "Yes, i did wrong. But you can't blame me for this! If anyone, you should blame Stolas! He's the one who gave him that stupid book,.... illegally! "

But Stolas didn't respond to any of it. He just kept staring emotionless at the ground. The heated exchange drew murmurs from the crowd, but before it could escalate further, a sudden shift in the atmosphere silenced everyone.

The sky above the cemetery darkened, the air crackling with energy. A figure descended, his presence commanding and undeniable. Lucifer Morningstar, the King of Hell, landed gracefully at the edge of the gathering. His golden hair shimmered despite the gloom, and his piercing eyes scanned the crowd with an unreadable expression.

Gasps rippled through the crowd as demons bowed instinctively. Moxxie and Millie froze, their anger forgotten in the face of such divine authority. "Oh Lucifer, is that Lucifer?" Moxxie said, which made Stolas jump up from his seat, his feathers puffing slightly in surprise. Lucifer raised a hand, his voice smooth but filled with sadness. "Please, rise, all of you. I didn't come here to be worshiped. I came here...... to pay my respects, but also share you guys some words."

Lucifer stepped forward, his movements deliberate and graceful. He stood before Blitz's grave, his gaze lingering on the crude headstone. For a moment, he said nothing, his expression softening.

"I had planned to intervene," Lucifer began, his voice carrying across the cemetery. "The imps death... was not supposed to happen this way. I had intended to give him a chance to speak, to explain himself. But I was delayed, and i'm really sorry for that."

He turned to face the crowd, his eyes filled with something rarely seen in Hell—regret. "You may not believe me," He said, his gaze meeting the Imp Crew's. "But i truly wanted to hear his side of the story. He deserved that much. Most royals see you guys as just lower creatures, but i believe that every life has meaning, and i think they should have given him a chance."

Moxxie opened his mouth to respond, but no words came. He looked at Millie, who gripped his hand tightly, her own expression conflicted. Lucifer continued, his tone growing sharper. "I am not here to excuse what happened. Blitz broke laws, yes, but laws are not flawless. No,...I am angry, really angry. Angry at the system, angry at myself, and angry that I was too late."

Beelzebub and Asmodeus exchanged a glance, their expressions grim. Bee stepped forward, her voice uncharacteristically subdued. "We tried to speak up for him, but they wouldn't listen" She said. "Me and Ozzie. We wanted him to get a fair shot." Lucifer nodded, his expression softening. "And I thank you for that. Your loyalty to him speaks volumes."

Lucifer's gaze shifted to Stolas, whose feathers quivered under the weight of the King's attention. The Morningstar's voice dropped to a quieter, more personal tone. "Prince Stolas, I owe you an apology as well."

Stolas blinked, his tired eyes widening slightly. "You... What?"

"I know what Blitz meant to you," Lucifer said. "And I know what you did for him. You broke rules, yes, but you did it out of love. For that, I cannot fault you." Stolas's voice cracked as he tried to reply. "But—" Lucifer raised a hand, his expression pained. "The sentence has already been passed, and even I cannot reverse it without unraveling Hell's order. For that, I am truly sorry."

The weight of Lucifer's words settled over Stolas like a lead blanket. He nodded slowly, his shoulders slumping further. "As for your banishment, i tried to reverse it, but i can't, i'm sorry. Once you've been banished, you cannot reverse it. But the least i could do is to make sure this grave isn't empty."

He raised his hands and revealed Blitz's body, covered up with blankets. He lowered it into the coffin and closed it slowly. "I know i can't do much, but i managed to find his body, to at least let him rest here in piece, rather than just rotting in our execution chambers. I know we can't do anything to reverse it, but i at least thought he deserved this much.

Lucifer turned back to the grave, his golden aura dimming slightly. "Blitz was a flawed soul, but he was more than his sins. He was a spark in a world that thrives on shadows. And for that, I respect him." He placed a single black rose on the grave, the petals shimmering faintly with gold. "Well, i will not interrupt this any longer. May his memory burn bright, even in the darkest corners of Hell." With those final words, Lucifer turned and ascended once more, his presence leaving a mix of awe and sorrow in its wake.

As the crowd began to disperse, the Imp Crew lingered by the grave. Moxxie his hand was still gripping Millie's as he looked down at the headstone, his expression conflicted. Loona stood silently, her tail swishing slowly as she stared at the carved grin.

"I guess we're not the only ones who cared about him," Millie said softly. "No," Moxxie replied. "But it doesn't make it hurt any less."

Stolas was standing nearby as he clutched a small trinket he'd brought—a faded photograph of himself and Blitz. He placed it gently against the headstone, his fingers lingering as fresh tears blurred his vision.

"I'll never forget you," He whispered, his voice barely audible. "I promise."

And with that, they turned and walked away, leaving the grave to stand as a testament to the life of Blitz—chaotic, messy, and undeniably unforgettable.

 

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Chapter 6: Empty Home

 

The streets of Hell stretched endlessly as Loona guided Stolas toward the small house Blitz had called home. The Imp Crew had offered to help Stolas settle somewhere else, but he refused. He couldn't. The thought of luxury or detachment hurted his stomach. He needed to be somewhere Blitz had been, somewhere that still felt like him.

Loona walked slightly ahead, her hands shoved deep into her jacket pockets. Her tail flicked erratically, betraying the nerves she tried to keep hidden. Stolas shuffled behind her, his once-graceful form reduced to a heavy, uneven pace. His robes dragged on the ground, but he didn't seem to notice—or care.

They waved goodby to Moxxie and millie, who were heading home in a taxi and they walked up to the house. When they reached the house, Loona hesitated at the door. She pulled a key from her pocket, her hand trembling slightly as she unlocked it. The door creaked open, revealing the dim, dusty interior.

"Uhm....Here we are," Loona muttered, stepping aside to let Stolas in. Stolas entered slowly, his eyes scanning the room. The space was small and cluttered, filled with mismatched furniture and half-finished projects Blitz had clearly abandoned. There were photos taped to the walls—pictures of the Imp Crew, Loona, and even a few old snapshots of Blitz himself.

The air felt heavy, as though the house itself bore the weight of Blitz's absence."I know it's not much," Loona said, her voice unusually soft. "But... it's home. It was home for me at least. You can stay as long as you want here."

Stolas nodded silently, his gaze landing on a worn couch in the corner of the room. It was lumpy and covered in stains, but it had a warmth to it, as if it held the essence of Blitz's chaotic energy. "Thank you dear" He said with a tired voice.

Loona busied herself by trying to clean the place up a little. She stole glances at Stolas as she worked, her brow furrowed in concern. Stolas had sunk onto the couch, his hands resting limply in his lap. His gaze was unfocused, staring at something far away. Loona cleared her throat awkwardly.

"I, uh... I'll be in the other room if you need anything," She said, scratching the back of her neck. "Just... make yourself comfortable?" The situation felt awkward, but neither of them knew what to say anymore. Stolas didn't respond, and Loona bit her lip before retreating to the small kitchen.

Hours passed in silence. Loona spent most of the evening pacing, occasionally peeking into the living room to check on Stolas. He hadn't moved since he dropped on that couch. The sight unnerved her. She's never seen the prince so empty and silent, but she didn't know what to say.

It wasn't until nightfall that Loona finally worked up the courage to speak. She stepped into the living room, her boots scuffing against the floor."Hey,......Stolas?" She began, her tone hesitant. "You, uh... hungry? I can try to make something for you if you want."

Again, no response. Loona frowned, her tail flicking in anxiety. She moved closer, her gaze softening as she realized he was clutching something in his hands."Stolas?" She tried again, kneeling beside him.

Her breath hitched when she saw what he was holding—a jacket. It was old and faded, but unmistakably Blitz's. The smell of him still clung faintly to the fabric, a mix of cheap cologne and cigarette smoke.

Stolas pressed the shirt to his face, inhaling deeply as tears streamed down his cheeks. He began to sob, his entire body trembling with the force of his grief. Finally Stolas spoke up. "He wore this jacket when we went to Ozzies, that was the first time he actually asked me out, i was so excited that day. It...It still smells like him"

Loona froze, unsure of what to do. She wasn't good at this—comforting people, dealing with emotions. But seeing Stolas like this broke something in her."Hey, hey," Loona said, her voice wavering as she reached out tentatively. "It's... it's okay. I mean, it's not okay, but...we..." She trailed off, unsure how to continue.

Stolas didn't respond. He clutched the shirt tighter, his cries muffled against the fabric. Loona shifted awkwardly before sitting beside him on the couch.

"I know this hurts." She said, her tone softening. "Believe me, I know. He is...... He was my dad. Maybe not in the traditional sense, but he was the closest thing I ever had to one." Stolas glanced at her with eyes red. "He loved you, he told me many times how happy he was that he adopted you, he had no regrets." He whispered, his voice trembling.

Loona nodded, her throat tightening. "Yeah," She said, her voice barely above a whisper. "And he loved you too, you know. Even if he sucked at showing it sometimes. He was griefing for months after whatever happened to you guys at that party. He missed you for months Stolas. He just wanted to give you some space. But i'm....certain he thought of you his last moments of his—" She couldn't say it out loud, if was just too painful to say it.

Stolas let out a choked laugh, the sound more sorrowful than amused. He wiped at his eyes, though the tears kept falling."I should have told him," Stolas said, his voice cracking. "I should have told him how much i regretted that day. How much i missed him too."

Loona placed a hand on his shoulder, her grip firm but comforting. "He knew," She said. "I think... deep down, he always knew, but he didn't want anyone to come too close to him, he was afraid that he might hurt you too if he did." Stolas inhaled deeply, closing his eyes. "Lucifer send this to me after the funeral." He grabbed something out of his pocket, which made Loona almost cry immediately.

"I...think he wanted you to have this" Loona couldn't stop staring as a tear rolled down her eyes. It was Blitz's choker. She slowly grabbed it with a shaky hand and stared at it before speaking again. "He wore this every day, i think it belonged to his mother. He always freaked out when he couldn't find it. I guess Blitz was kinda sentimental in some ways, he just didn't want to show it."

Later that night, after Stolas had finally fallen asleep on the couch, Loona decided to tidy up a bit. She searched through Blitz's drawers, sorting through papers.

In the process, she stumbled upon a small, worn notebook tucked under a stack of horse magazines. It was clearly hidden, so Blitz didn't want anyone to see this. Curious, she opened it and immediately recognized Blitz's messy handwriting. It was a diary.

Loona hesitated, unsure if she should read it. But a part of her felt like Blitz would want someone to see it, to know his thoughts. She flipped to the first page and began to read.

"I realized that i might be getting too hard on my team, i'm really trying to keep my temper in check for them, but it's hard sometimes when everyone around me hates me."  Loona gave a little smile before she flipped to the next pages.

The entries were a chaotic mix of humor, anger, and vulnerability. Blitz wrote about his dreams, his fears, and his regrets. He wrote about Loona, Moxxie, Millie, and even Stolas.

But one entry caught Loona's attention the most:

"Sometimes, I think about telling Stolas how I really feel. But what's the point? He's a prince, and I'm just some stupid Imp with too much baggage. He deserves better than me. Everyone does. But....i think i'm really falling for him....I don't know why my stupid brain feels this way, but it just does.

I've never been really good at this 'love' thing. But i wanna give it a try...or at least try to learn what it means to love someone.....Because i think i'm starting to feel this way.....about Stolas.

I heard him sing a few days ago, Satan it was so beautiful. I couldn't stop staring at him, luckily he never looked at me, because that would have been really awkward"

Loona's eyes blurred as she read it, her heart aching with every word. Blitz had been so much more than the loud, obnoxious boss he pretended to be. He was a mess—broken but full of love, guarded but desperate for connection. He was just such a different person when no one was around. She closed the diary gently, holding it against her chest as tears slipped down her cheeks.

The next morning, Loona walked across the room to find Stolas, finally asleep. She placed the diary on the coffee table where Stolas would see it and opened it up to the page where Blitz talked all about Stolas and left it there.  When he woke up, she watched quietly as he picked it up, his eyes widening in recognition.

Stolas read in silence, his hands trembling as he turned the pages. Loona sat beside him, offering quiet support as he delved into Blitz's innermost thoughts. By the time he finished, Stolas was crying again, but this time his tears were mixed with a faint smile. "He really was something, wasn't he?" He said, his voice soft.

Loona nodded, her own eyes glistening. "Yeah. He really was. I just wished he shared this side of him more often."

The days that followed were slow and heavy, but a fragile bond began to form between Stolas and Loona. They were both broken, but in their shared grief, they found a flicker of comfort. Together, they began to sort through Blitz's belongings, not to erase him but to honor his memory. And in that small, cluttered house, they began to heal—one fragile moment at a time.

 

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Chapter 7: Life goes on

 

The word of Blitz's death quickly spread across Hell in unexpected ways. I.M.P, once a small assassination company, became a household name overnight. Demons begged for their services, eager to associate themselves with the legacy of the imp whose defiance of Hell's norms had ended in tragedy.

But for those closest to Blitz, the fame was hollow. Moxxie sat at Blitz's desk, his head in his hands. The office was quiet, except for the soft light of the neon sign outside. Millie stood behind him, her arms crossed and her brow furrowed."Another contract came in" Millie said softly, sliding a stack of papers across the desk.

Moxxie glanced at them but didn't reach for the pile. "Another one....." He muttered. "Every damned demon in Hell wants us to kill someone now, just because of Blitz. It's disgusting." Millie placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "I know," She said. "But we have to keep the company running, Mox. It's what he would've wanted."

Moxxie sighed, leaning back in the chair. "I know," He said, his voice heavy with guilt. "But don't you think this feels wrong? Earning more money...... because of his death."

Millie didn't respond immediately. Instead, she looked toward Blitz's old coat, still hanging on the wall. It was a painful reminder of the man who had brought them all together. "It does feel weird," She admitted. "But what choice do we have? We need the money more than ever now, we promised Blitz we take care of Loona. And to do that, we need all the money we can get."

Loona had become a ghost in the office. Though technically a co-owner of I.M.P now, she rarely involved herself in the day-to-day operations. Instead, she spent most of her time in Blitz's office, sitting in his chair or going through his belongings.

One day, Loona entered the main room holding a small box. Without a word, she placed it on Moxxie's desk."What's this?" Moxxie asked, looking up at her.

"It's the Asmodean crystal, Stolas gave to Blitz" Loona said flatly, crossing her arms. "You'll need it more than me. I'm not going on much jobs anyway." Moxxie frowned but didn't argue. He could see the pain etched into Loona's face, even if she tried to hide it. "Thank you Loona," He said quietly. "You,... coming with?"

Loona shook her head, pausing in the doorway. "I'm just,....... gonna stay in his office for a bit," She muttered before disappearing down the hall. "Okay we'll see you later than?" But there was no response, instead she just closed the office door as soon as she walked in the room.

Millie exchanged a glance with Moxxie, her expression worried. "She's not okay," She said.

"None of us are," Moxxie replied. "But can we really blame her? She lost her father, She's barely holding on."

****

Back at the small house, Stolas sat alone. The emptiness of the space felt suffocating, but he had insisted on staying behind. He needed time—time to process, time to grief.

In an attempt to distract himself, Stolas began organizing Blitz's cluttered drawers. Most of what he found wasn't really important stuff: papers, office supplies, and a surprising number of crumpled snack wrappers. But as he opened the bottom drawer, his hand brushed against something hidden in the back of the drawer. He almost didn't notice it, but it felt....off somehow. It was a small, locked box, hidden at the very back of the drawer. Blitz clearly didn't want anyone to find this.

Stolas hesitated before picking it up. The box was simple, made of wood, and slightly battered. With a gentle lift, he forced it open, revealing a collection of small items that made his breath hitch. And his heart started to pound in his chest.

Inside were items clearly related to Stolas: One of his molted feathers, a few notes scrawled with Blitz's messy handwriting describing moments they had shared, and several photographs.

Stolas picked up one of the pictures, his heart squeezing painfully. It was a selfie of Blitz and himself, taken while he was asleep. Blitz's smile was different than he normally saw, this one was genuine, soft, and full of something Stolas couldn't quite describe.

Finally, at the bottom of the box, Stolas found a folded letter. There was a written note on it, "One day" Blitz had clearly written something down for him, but he never found the right time to send it. Stolas took a quick gaze at the letter before opening it up. His hands trembled as he unfolded it, his eyes scanning the words written in Blitz's familiar scrawl.

"Dear feathers,

I'm not good at this kind of thing, so bear with me okay? You're probably never gonna see this anyway, because I'm a coward and can't say these things to your face. But if I ever find the guts to give this to you... well, I guess I'd better make it good, huh?

You drive me insane, you know that? You're this big, fancy prince with your perfect feathers and your stupid, sexy voice, and I'm just... me. Some broken, dumbass imp with a lot of bad habits and too much baggage. And yet, somehow, you always see something in me. Something worth sticking around for. I don't know why, but it means more than I can ever say.

You make me want to be better, even when I feel like I can't. Even when I think I don't deserve it. You've been there for me in ways no one else ever has, and I don't know how to thank you for that.

But really I don't deserve you. Not just because I am an Imp or poor or anything like that, but it's the fact that I hurt you. I hurt everyone I love. Not just you. My family, my friends, my daughter, and everyone else. I'm a terrible person who is so blinded by his own self-hatred that he cannot see how good he really had it, and each time I do, it falls apart.

I know I don't say it enough—or ever—but I love you, Stolas. Not just for the book or whatever, or for the wild nights (though those are pretty damn good). I love you for just being you. For the way you look at the stars like they're your friends. For the way you laugh, even when my jokes are terrible. For the way you care, even when I don't deserve it.

You're an amazing guy, you know? I didn't think I would fall in love with you, but I did, i really did. I just couldn't accept it. I didn't want to believe it. I wanted to protect you from me, but when you confessed how much you  really  loved me...I just felt...I don't know. I loved it? I hated it? Both? I just... Let's just say i reacted in a panic, but i didn't mean any of it really.

I'm so sorry, Stolas. Out of everyone I have ever loved and hurt, you were the one who finally made me realize just how bad I was acting. I always enjoyed your warmth, even when i didn't say it out loud.

I learned what love is because of you Stolas, i just realized it too late. And now you've already dumped me before we actually had something. I hope you'll forgive me someday, but for now, I'll give you the space you need.

All my life, I just wanted someone to love me for who I am and care for me. Be there for me when the time comes for me to croak. I didn't want to die alone. I am still so afraid of being alone. But alone is all I'll ever be, now that i lost you. And I think it's just time to accept that.

I'm really scared to tell you all of this because I'm scared of what comes next. But if I don't ever say it, then at least it's here, written down. Maybe someday you'll know. Maybe someday, I'll be brave enough to tell you, or maybe you'll just stumble across this letter after i died, who knows. In any case, i just wanted to say that i love you truly, i mean not just as a friend or whatever, i really grown to care for you. You always made my day a little better if you were there with me.

I love you feathers.

From the deepest of my heart,
Your Blitzy"

Stolas clutched the letter to his chest, his vision blurred by tears. The raw vulnerability in Blitz's words cut through him like a blade. "He did love me," Stolas whispered, his voice trembling. "He really loved me."

The weight of Blitz's unspoken confession, combined with the realization that he would never hear those words spoken out loud from Blitz, was too much to bear. Stolas sank to the floor, the letter still in his hands, and he couldn't stop crying.

****

At I.M.P, Moxxie and Millie continued to navigate the complexities of running the company without Blitz. Loona stayed in the office, avoiding the others but keeping Blitz's presence alive in her own way.

And at the small, quiet house, Stolas mourned in solitude, finding bittersweet comfort in the remnants of the love they had shared but never fully expressed.

Blitz was gone, but his memory lingered in the lives he had touched, shaping them in ways that even death couldn't erase.

 

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Chapter 8: A broken heart

 

Hell was a place of chaos and fire, but in the days following Blitz's death, it felt eerily silent. The pain of loss rippled through those who had known him, each grappling with their grief in different ways. From the Pride Ring to the Lust Ring, his absence left an undeniable void.

In the grand, suffocating halls of the mansion, Octavia sat by her bedroom window, staring blankly at the world outside. The Lust Ring's haze made everything seem blurred and far away, like a dream she couldn't wake from.

Her mother's voice carried through the halls, sharp and impatient. "Octavia! You will not leave this house until I say so!" Stella's tone was as venomous as ever, but Octavia barely reacted.

She turned her attention back to the photograph in her hands—a picture of herself and her father, taken during one of their stargazing nights. She traced her fingers over Stolas's smiling face, her throat tightening.

She didn't care much for Blitz. To her, he was just another loud, annoying distraction in her father's life. But she had cared deeply for her father, and seeing him broken, banished, and out of reach was more than she could bear. She hugged the photograph tightly, whispering, "I'm sorry, Dad,"

As silent tears streaked down her face. She just wanted a chance to hug her father, to tell him everything will be okay, but she couldn't leave the house, and she had no idea where he could be.

****

In a dimly lit bar in the Greed Ring, Verosika sat at a table nursing a drink. Her usual confidence and charm were absent, replaced by a weariness that clung to her like a second skin. She swirled the glass in her hand, watching the liquid catch the light but finding no comfort in it.

"Didn't think I'd find you here," A voice said, breaking her solitude. Verosika glanced up to see Barbie sliding onto the barstool next to her. Barbie's usual sharp demeanor was softened, her expression one of cautious curiosity."I'm surprised you're here at all" Verosika replied, her tone lacking its usual bite. "What do you want?"

Barbie shrugged, signaling for a drink. "Not much. Just... figured you might need someone to talk too as well, satan knows I do too." The two sat in silence for a moment, the weight of their shared connection to Blitz filling the space between them. "So...How are you feeling about all of this?" Barbie asked finally.

Verosika thought hard before she gave her an answer. "I feel...., conflicted. Yes, He was a pain in the ass," Verosika said, her voice soft. "But he had a way of getting under your skin. Of making you care, even when you didn't want to." Barbie nodded, a faint smile tugging at her lips. "Yeah. That was Blitz in a nutshell."

They shared a bittersweet laugh, their barriers cracking just enough to let the other in. Slowly, cautiously, they began to talk—about Blitz, about their regrets, and about the strange, messy man who had left a mark on both their lives.

"You know what the last thing was that i said to him?" Barbie said as she stared at a drink she was holding. "I told him,....well,...more like yelled at him that I never wanted to see him again. I know what i said, but i was just so mad at him. But still, he was my brother, and though i did hated him for a long time,  I still I didn't think he deserved to die like.....that" Verosika stared at her, unsure how to respond. She slowly touched Barbie her shoulder. "I know...., i miss him too."

****

Fizzarolli stood outside the I.M.P office, his mechanical hands fidgeting nervously. He didn't want to be here, didn't want to face the reminders of Blitz's absence. But Asmodeus had insisted. "You need to get out, Fizz!" Ozzie had said, his voice firm but kind. "Look i know it still hurts, but lying in bed all day isn't going to bring him back. Go see them. Talk about to them, they are hurt as much as you do. It'll help, I promise."

Fizz wasn't so sure how much they could help him, but here he was. He took a deep breath and pushed open the door. Moxxie and Millie looked up from their desks, their expressions a mix of surprise and sympathy. Loona, who was laying on the couch in the corner, raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything.

"Fizzarolli?" Moxxie said, standing up. "Didn't expect so see you here" Fizz stared at the ground, unable to take in the place his best friend used to work in. "I.....Ozzie suggested i'd talk with you guys." He said softly. Suddenly Millie's hands were touching Fizz's, which made him look up.  

"It's... good to see you Fizz." She said with a gentile, reassuring smile.  Fizz forced a smile back, though it didn't reach his eyes. "Yeah, uh... same." Millie gestured to a chair. "Come in. Sit down. Can i get you anything?" Fizz shook his head, his hands clenching into fists. "No, I'm good. I just... I thought I'd drop by. See how you guys were holding up about all of this."

The Imp Crew exchanged glances, their concern evident. Fizz was clearly not fine, and everyone seemed to have noticed it. "We're.....managing" Moxxie said carefully. "It's... hard, but we're doing our best. We're probably doing better than you Fizz, how are you holding up?"

"I'm.....,fine" He said, though his exhaustion was written all over his face, making it not a very convincing story. Fizz his gaze was drifting around the office. His eyes landed on Blitz's desk, still cluttered with papers, photos, and trinkets. A lump formed in his throat. "I'll make some hot coco. After that, Let's talk okay? Maybe it'll help all of us, in a way." Millie said with a calm voice.

The group began to talk, sharing stories and memories of Blitz. At first, Fizz kept his guard up, contributing only the occasional comment. But as the conversation went on, his defenses began to crumble.

"He was always so damn stubborn," Fizz said, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "Back when we were kids, he'd get these crazy ideas—like sneaking into Wrath Ring concerts without tickets. And somehow, he'd always drag me along in his craziness."

Millie laughed softly. "That sounds just like him." Loona looked over at Fizz, she could see that he was doing even worse than she was. He looked like he hadn't slept in days. She gave a quick sigh, stood up and walked to Blitz's office. "Wait here.."

When she returned, she walked over to Fizz. She held out a small photo, her expression unreadable. "Here, i think you like to have this." She said. Fizz took the picture and stared at it, his breath catching. It was an old selfie of him and Blitz as teens, their faces lit with excitement as they prepared for one of those concerts he'd just mentioned. Blitz's grin was wide and genuine, his arm slung around Fizz's shoulders.

"I found this picture in his phone, he kept that picture behind his phone case" Loona said quietly. "He always carried it with him everywhere he went." There was a short pauze before she continued "He cared about you, Fizz. Even if he didn't say it out loud." Fizz's hands trembled as he held the photo, his vision blurring with tears. He tried to speak, but the words caught in his throat.

The room fell silent as Fizz finally broke down. His shoulders shook, and tears streamed down his face. "We've know each other since we were born, it feels like i lost a part of myself. I miss him so much" He choked out, clutching the photo tightly.

Moxxie and Millie moved to his side, offering quiet comfort. Loona hesitated for a moment before joining them, placing a hand on Fizz's shoulder.

"We all do," Moxxie said softly.

For a long moment, the four of them sat together, united in their grief. There were no words, no attempts to fix what couldn't be fixed. Just the shared pain of losing someone who had meant so much to them all.  When Fizz finally left the office, his steps felt a little lighter. The pain was still there—sharp and unrelenting—but so was the reminder that he wasn't alone. He hugged all of them before leaving the building. "Thanks... I really needed this"  He whispered quietly, and then he left.

****

Back in the Lust Ring, Asmodeus greeted him with a warm embrace. "How'd it go?" Ozzie asked gently. Fizz smiled faintly, leaning into his boyfriend's arms. "It still hurts," He admitted. "But... I think I really needed it. Thank you Oz"

Ozzie kissed the top of Fizz's head, holding him close. "I'm proud of you, Fizz. This is the first step, accepting you're not alone in this grief."

And for the first time in days, Fizzarolli allowed himself to believe that he would be a little more okay.

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Chapter 9: Don't be a ghost

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The small house was quiet except for the faint creak of the floorboards as Stolas moved through the dimly lit rooms. Days and nights had blurred together since he had moved in with Loona. His once vibrant plumage was dull and unkempt, and his robes hung loosely on his frame.

Stolas sat in the corner of the living room, staring at a framed photograph of Blitz. It was taken during one of their rare lighter moments—a selfie Blitz had insisted on snapping during an awkward outing to a Lust Ring carnival. Blitz was making a goofy face, while Stolas's laugh had been caught mid-burst. It was unpolished and chaotic, much like their relationship, but it was real.

He ran his fingers over the edge of the frame, his chest tightening.

Stolas closed his eyes, and memories flooded his mind. He thought of the first time Blitz had clumsily broken into his mansion under the idea of needing the grimoire for a job. At the time, Stolas had been charmed by the imp's boldness, the way he seemed unafraid to be himself.

He remembered their stolen nights, the laughter and teasing that often gave way to quiet conversations. Blitz had a way for cutting through Stolas's walls, for seeing the lonely man behind the crown.

But those tender moments were always fleeting. The walls Blitz  had built around himself were high and impenetrable, and Stolas hadn't known how to climb them. Now, those walls felt like a cruel barrier keeping him from the memories he yearned to hold closer.

"I should have told you," Stolas whispered, clutching the photograph tighter. "I should have told you how much you meant to me." Loona, who had been watching from the doorway, finally spoke up. "You can't keep doing this to yourself, Stolas" She said, her voice firm but not unkind. Stolas was a little startled, nearly dropping the photo. He turned to look at her, his eyes red and weary. "Loona, I—"

"Don't," She cut him off, stepping into the room. Her tail flicked sharply behind her as she crossed her arms. "I get it. You're hurting. We all are. But this? Sitting here, wallowing in guilt? It's not gonna bring him back." Stolas blinked, stunned by her bluntness. "I... I don't know how to move on from this," He admitted, his voice trembling.

Loona softened, her usual sharp demeanor giving way to something more vulnerable. "Neither do I," She said. "But I know Blitz. He wouldn't want us to just give up. He'd want us to keep going. To... To live, even if it sucks or hurts."

Stolas let out a shaky breath, his gaze dropping to the photograph in his lap. "He deserved so much more than the life he'd been given" He said quietly. "So did you," Loona replied, sitting down beside him. "But life's not fair, especially not here. You don't honor him by wasting what you've got left."

The room fell silent as Stolas absorbed her words. He stared at the photograph for a long moment before placing it gently on the table.

"So....What do I do now?" He asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Loona shrugged, her tail curling around her leg. "I don't know. But you figure it out. You find something worth living for. You find a way to make his memory mean something." Stolas looked at her, his eyes glistening. "How are you so wise?"

Loona snorted, a small, bittersweet smile tugging at her lips. "I'm not. I'm just tired of seeing everyone I care about falling apart because of him."

Later that night, Stolas sat alone in a small park. The stars above the Lust Ring twinkled faintly, their light dimmed by the ever-present haze. He held Blitz's diary in his lap, flipping through the pages with a mix of pain and reverence.

One passage caught his eye, a simple yet powerful entry that read:

"I don't know if I'll ever be happy, but maybe that's okay. As long as the people I care about are okay, that's enough for me."

Stolas closed the diary, his grip firm but careful. He thought about Blitz's unyielding spirit, his stubborn refusal to let the world break him despite everything it threw at him."I'll make sure they're okay," Stolas said aloud, his voice steady. "For you."

The next morning, Stolas surprised Loona by making breakfast—a simple but genuine gesture. She raised an eyebrow as he placed a plate of pancakes in front of her, the edges slightly burnt but still edible.

"What's this?" She asked, eyeing the food suspiciously."An attempt to figure it out" Stolas said with a small smile. "To start doing something. To... honor him." Loona stared at him for a moment before picking up her fork. "They're not terrible," She muttered, taking a bite.

Stolas chuckled softly, the sound foreign but not unwelcome. For the first time in what felt like forever, he felt a flicker of hope—small and fragile, but enough to begin moving forward.

The grief didn't vanish overnight. It still clung to Stolas like a second skin, and the memories of Blitz were as painful as they were precious. But now, there was purpose—a reason to keep going, even when it hurt. He wants to make sure that he keeps the promise he made, to make sure everyone who Blitz considered family or friends, are save, and happy.

Together, Stolas and Loona began to navigate their shared loss, finding strength in one another as they worked to honor the life of the man who had brought them together. He may be gone. but his life was something no one could ever forget, no matter how long it will take, they will always remember Blitz as a good demon who tried his best in life, even after everything that happened to him. 

 

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Chapter 10: A hero Extinguished

 

The small rooms of Blitz's house was dimly lit, a warm glow shining from lanterns and candles arranged carefully around a makeshift memorial in Blitz's apartment. Moxxie, Millie, Stolas, Loona, and Fizz stood together, their faces illuminated by the flickering light.

Each of them carried their grief differently. Moxxie with quiet, Millie with her head held high despite the sadness in her eyes, Loona stoic but clearly emotional, Fizz tense and reserved, and Stolas, his regal demeanor stripped to raw vulnerability.

Before them sat a small altar, adorned with trinkets and photos from Blitz's life. The centerpiece was the diary, placed gently next to a little horse collectable and a small stack of other collectibles Blitz had bought.

Millie stepped forward first, lighting a candle and placing it on the altar. "For Blitz," She said softly, her voice trembling. "For everything he gave us... for how much he believed in us, even when we didn't believe in ourselves."

Moxxie followed, his movements slow and deliberate. He set a small bottle of Blitz's favorite cheap whiskey next to the candle. "For all the times he drove us insane" He said, his lips twitching into a faint smile. "And for all the times he made us laugh when we really needed it."

Loona was next, her hands stuffed into her jacket pockets. She hesitated before placing Blitz's phone. "For the best dad I ever had, but never asked for" She said quietly, her voice cracking.

Fizz stepped forward last, holding a small, old ticket stub from a concert he and Blitz had attended in their youth. He placed it next to the diary, his mechanical hands trembling. "For my best friend, a brother from a different mother" He whispered. "For the guy who always had my back, even when I didn't deserve it."

Finally, Stolas approached, holding a feather he had plucked from his own tail. He placed it gently atop the altar, his eyes brimming with tears. "For the man who taught me what it means to truly know what love feels like," He said, his voice breaking.

As they stood together in silence, Loona reached for the diary. She opened it to the final entry, her hands trembling slightly as she began to read aloud.

"To just myself, or maybe anyone who finds this,

Life's a funny thing isn't it? It kicks you when you're down, then kicks you again just to make sure you felt it. But every now and then, you get lucky. You find people who make the pain worth it. People who stick around even when you're at your worst. People who make you laugh when all you want to do is cry.

Moxxie and Millie:  You two are the real deal. I don't say it enough, but I admire the hell out of you both. You're a team in every way that matters, and I'm so damn lucky you're part of mine. Keep being you—don't ever change. You guys are one of the lucky ones of hell who found their happiness with each other, can't say the same think for myself. I hope i get to see your kids some day, you guys deserve all the happiness.

My Loony:  I know I'm not the best dad, but I hope I'm good enough. You're the best thing that ever happened to me kid. Don't ever let anyone tell you different.

And don't forget to take care of yourself sometimes. You deserve it. Oh! and i have to stop treating you like a child, you're a strong grown ass, powerful grown up who doesn't let her fears break her down. I love you loony, and i hope i will have a lot more memories with you.

A tear rolled down Loona's eyes as she continued to read.

Fizz:   You were my first real friend. Even after everything, I never stopped caring about you. I always seen you as the brother i never had but still got anyway, I hope you find happiness, Fizz. You deserve that too.

I'm so happy that you found your love with your rooster lover, you deserve it. I love you Fizz, and i hope we'll do stupid shit together a lot more in our lives. I hope our friendship can last a lifetime, maybe even longer than that if something like that exists .

Stolas: Satan, I don't even know where to start with you. You're this big, fancy prince with everything I'm supposed to hate, but somehow, you ended up being one of the few people who always saw right through me.

You knew i am hurting sometimes, don't you? You always knew, but you never told me. And that is one of the things i like about you, you always know what to say, and when it's best not to say it. And despite all my screw-ups, all my walls, you never stopped trying to care about me.

I acted like a jackass half the time because I didn't know what else to do. I didn't know how to handle someone like you—someone who could actually make me feel like I mattered. I don't think I ever told you, but those nights we spent together? They meant more to me than I let on.

You made me feel like... maybe I wasn't as broken as I thought. I wrote a letter to you, but as always i was too much of a coward to actually send it to you, so i hid it next to this diary. Who knows, maybe some day you'll find it.

I'm sorry I didn't tell you all this in person. I guess I was scared. Scared you'd laugh, or leave, or worse—believe me. Because then, what if I let you down?

You deserved better than me, Stolas, but damn it, I hope you know I care. I really, really do care about you Feathers. I'm terrible at expressing my feelings to someone, and that's probably why we will never be more than just friends.

Thank you for being you. For letting me into your world. For letting me see that love can be something other than pain. I'll never forget it. And i hope you can one day forgive me for the stupid ass things i said to you.

I don't know where I'll end up, or what comes next. But if there's one thing I know, it's that I'm glad I have all of my friends in my life. You made the crap I dealt with worth it. I'm so grateful for everyone i've come to meet in my life.

As Loona's voice trailed off, the group stood in silence, the weight of Blitz's words settling over them like a warm, heavy blanket. Millie sniffled quietly, leaning into Moxxie, who wrapped an arm around her.

Fizz wiped at his eyes, his mechanical fingers whirring softly. "That dumbass," He muttered, his voice breaking. "He always knows how to get to me, even after death." Loona closed the diary gently, placing it back on the altar. "He was such a mess," She said softly. "But he was our mess."

Stolas looked at the altar, his vision blurred by tears. "He'll always be with us," He said, his voice trembling but resolute. "In everything we do, in every memory we share... he'll be there with us."

As the night deepened, the group stayed by the altar, sharing stories about Blitz. They laughed and cried, their emotions flowing freely as they talked about the man who had brought them all together in one way or another.

Moxxie and Millie talked about their first days at I.M.P, when Blitz had believed in them even when no one else had, and how he was the reason they found each other in the first place. Fizz shared tales of their adventures as kids, painting a picture of a Blitz who had always been full of life, even when things were hard.

Loona spoke about the quiet moments she had shared with Blitz, the times he had shown her that he cared in his own chaotic way. And Stolas, his voice heavy with emotion, told them the stolen moments of tenderness he had shared with Blitz—the times they had laughed, the times they had argued, and the times they had simply existed together, finding peace in each other's company.

As the first light of dawn began to creep over the Lust Ring, the group stood together one last time before the altar."We should go," Moxxie said softly, his hand resting on Millie's shoulder.

The others nodded, reluctant but knowing it was time. One by one, they left tokens of their own on the altar—a flower from Millie, a note from Moxxie, a small charm from Fizz, and a bracelet from Loona.

Stolas lingered behind, his gaze fixed on the altar. He placed a hand on the diary, his fingers brushing over the worn cover. "Thank you," He whispered. "For everything." With a deep breath, he turned and joined the others, leaving the altar to stand as a testament to the life and legacy of Blitz—chaotic, messy, and unforgettable.

Though Blitz was gone, his memory burned brightly in the hearts of those who had loved him. They carried his spirit forward, finding strength in his laughter, his resilience, and the love he had given them in his own imperfect way.

And in the quiet moments, when the world seemed too heavy to bear, they would remember him—not with sorrow, but with the bittersweet joy of having known him at all.

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Chapter 11: Sequel?

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Summary: 

In this emotional and action-packed sequel to Ashes of wrath, Loona, Moxxie, Millie, Stolas, Barbie and Fizz-embark on a desperate mission to rewrite fate. Grieving and broken, they discover a way to travel back in time and save Blitz....But there are consequences because changing the timeline is not something that goes by unnoticed.

 

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