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Two and a half years of planning, arguing, finagling, sewing, and prepping was finally coming to fruition. After the pictures of Stolas proposing at Ozzie’s had leaked, Blitz had been bombarded with constant questions.
Literally.
Reporters had started calling her the next fucking day after the pictures were published asking when the wedding was. Each was then asked if they were out of their damn minds because it had been less than a week and if they didn’t know it, she was rather busy, not to mention the schedule that her fiancé kept. It was frankly insane, Millie and Moxxie had to keep her out of the armory to make sure that she couldn’t shoot someone when she found out that there were in fact books running in Greed on what the date would be. But the ugly cackle she laughed when she found out that there was one running on when she would pop out a kid had them all smirking. It obviously hadn’t gotten around that she couldn’t have anymore kids. Sucked to be those bookies.
It was as they were discussing venues for the wedding that things had gotten heated enough that the twins had climbed into both of their laps and begged them to stop fighting, they’d looked at each other guiltily while comforting their sons.
It was Fizz that solved part of the wedding issue, Blitz had confessed everything to the jester after he’d popped up at her office in the main studio carrying bags with lunch from their favorite lunch spot. One of the girls had told him that she was out of sorts, and in true Fizz fashion, he had showed up with her favorite food, closed the door, and proceeded to pump her for information.
She had guiltily admitted that she and Stolas had argued, loudly, about where to actually have the wedding. It had been enough to have the boys upset, and made her feel like when they were kids and would hide when her parents would fight and the guilt of that ate at her. The look that Fizz leveled at her was unimpressed, the eyeroll and huff only adding to the feeling.
“Girl, get yourself a wedding planner. I am intimately familiar with your schedule and you don’t have the time to deal with everything going on and plan a wedding.” Fizz told her. “In fact, I know a good one, I’ll get Oz to tell her to contact you.”
“I don’t know Fizz,” Blitz balked, “The last time I tried to get someone to plan an event I ended up with paparazzi trying to climb the walls at my house. I still don’t know if we got them all out of Stolas’s plants.”
“That, my dear Celena, is what NDA’s are for. If you let Ozzie handle that part, they’re magically enforced.” The Jester grinned, kicking his feet up on the edge of her desk. “And why are the two of you stressing about venues?”
“Evidently, size is the issue.” Her eye roll was just as tired as the rest of her. “It seems that when Lust’s hottest designer, not to mention how close I am to you and Oz, and the youngest brother of a Goetian king tie the knot, small and intimate is not a thing. The palace in Pride is too small, Belial offered the use of the main Goetia palace and neither of us want to even think about getting married there. There are places here in Lust big enough, but considering status and a few other things it’s not possible.” Blitz breathed out a tired sigh as she rubbed her forehead, “Exactly why we have to invite most of the Overlords I still haven’t gotten a good answer.”
“Ewww, yeah, I can see why that would be a problem.”
“I just want to get married Fizz. I never thought it would happen in the first place, sometimes I have to figure out whether or not I’m dreaming. I have an entire book full of designs for dresses already, both for me and attendants. For all I care we could elope at the courthouse in Pride, maybe see if Ozzie would marry us with just the kids, you, and a few others.” Her chin quivered as she tried not to cry. “But no, my wedding has to be on the same level as Charlie’s for some fucking reason.”
And that was how they ended up with a wedding planner. Unironically, she was a succubus, and considering that she came with Ozzie’s recommendation, that shouldn’t have been a surprise. Sophie had been a hellish blessing, she’d been able to go over both Blitz’s calendar and Stolas’s to find a good date for the wedding. Neither had been thrilled that it would end up being just over two years away.
The next big issue was the venue.
Surprisingly, it was Lucifer himself that had the best suggestion. It turned out that he’d pulled a few strings, got Stolas and Blitz together, and then unceremoniously pulled them through a portal to the last place either of them thought of.
The Pride Cathedral.
The cathedral was not an often visited place, it was clean and well kept, but had a sense of loneliness that sent a shiver up Blitz’s spine. The building stood in an area of Pride that was for Sinners that were good people, but had been forced into doing things that would send them to Hell instead of Heaven. While Lucifer, as king, was the titular head of Hell’s church (such as it was), the man that actually ran the cathedral was a middle aged sinner that wore a simple black suit with a white collar. It was a familiar look to Blitz, having seen priests when on hits in the past. He greeted them warmly, bowing to Lucifer and shaking both Blitz and Stolas’s hands.
Blitz looked around as the king and the priest spoke quietly, her eyes taking in the details. She knew that the building itself was several thousand years old, when the church on Earth had established itself Lilith had created the cathedral as a mockery to God and the faithful, but over the years the meaning had changed for those in the enclave that surrounded the gothic building. Even if God didn’t hear them here, the church still brought them some bit of peace.
Blitz and Stolas waited patiently until the priest turned back to them, hands clasped in front of him. Lucifer obviously held respect for the man, and it made Blitz wonder what a clearly pious man had done to damn him. He led them a short way through the vestibule to a pair of towering doors that moved easily despite clearly not being opened frequently. Blitz’s breath catching as she took in the large chapel in front of her.
The walls were lined with stained glass windows, depictions of Lucifer’s fall and the building of hell were interspersed with the sins, seven windows on either side, the back wall of the chapel was three windows, the center of which being Lucifer himself with the apple in cupped palms, the garden of Eden on either side.
“It’s kind of ostentatious, but would this work?” Lucifer asked quietly, rocking back on his heels.
The imp and the owl were speechless as they looked around, neither had thought of this, cathedral weddings were stupidly rare. In fact, the last wedding held there had been Charlie and Vaggie’s. Stolas had officiated that wedding and still hadn’t thought about it.
“Is it allowed?” Blitz breathed out almost faintly
“Of course, child.” The priest answered, “It's just not a common request.”
She jumped a little in surprise when Stolas’s hand touched her back, she hadn’t even noticed him kneel down next to her.
“Are you alright, darling?”
“Yeah, it’s just….overwhelming.”
“You don’t have to decide right now,” The king tossed in, “It’s a big decision, take a day or two, talk it over, and let me know whatever you decide. From what Ozzie says the date you chose is still over two years away so you have a little time to figure it out.”
With a nod Stolas had picked Blitz up and opened a portal home for them, both of their daughters nearby when they came through. Loona immediately clocking the dumbfounded shock that still had a grip on Blitz, both girls' jaws dropping when Stolas told them what the king had shown them.
It hadn’t really dawned on Blitz until that moment that she was indeed marrying into royalty, she’d known on an intellectual level that Stolas was a prince, bitched about the palace in Pride, even referred to him as a rich prick in a previous life, but it had never really sunk in. Fuck, even when they’d been arguing about where to have the wedding it still hadn’t fully sunk in that the reason it had to be somewhere large was because it was a royal wedding. That was just one mindfuck on top of another for the assassin turned clothing designer, not to mention that she was doing what literally no one like her had done before. She was an imp, the lowest of the low in Hell’s hierarchy, but was rising above her station to marry a Prince. When she retreated to her sewing room to clear and order her thoughts everyone had given her the necessary space to think everything over.
She’d never even thought that she would get married at all, let alone to an actual prince, with the wedding in a place so large. She should have made her middle name “adjusting” instead of Rhiannon, almost a decade and there was still shit that she had to adjust to and go with. It didn’t help her stress levels that she had a major line coming out so was having to spend more time in the main studio than she usually did, Sophie taking it all in stride, breezing in twice a week with lunch to start making the initial arrangements. She’d been thrilled about the prospect of a cathedral wedding and made a note to contact the priest about the do’s and don'ts for the location.
Making her own dress was actually easier than it had been when she’d made the dresses for the princesses, it was a lot easier to work on something her height than it had been to do bead work while standing on a ladder. In the end, the train of the dress was longer than she was tall, it was one of the many times she was thankful for the private studio. It was on the grounds of her home, the doors all locked, and anyone that managed to get past the plants would be dealing with security. The attendants' dresses had to be delegated to others though, there just wasn’t enough time in the day for everything that she had to do.
Everything seemed to be on track when Blitz found Stolas in his office. The licorice taste in the air along with the glass of almost glowing green liquid on the desk next to where the owl’s head lay on his arms was a bit concerning though.
“Bad day?” She asked, leaning against the door frame, “And should I be concerned?”
“Yes, and no.” Stolas muttered before sitting up and throwing back the glass of absinthe. “That was the first, and only glass. The council is being a bunch of bigoted assholes.”
“Oh?”
“They are insisting on fidelity charms.” The owl grimaced, “But not on me, on you.”
“Oh really? Let me guess, it’s because I’m an imp.” Blitz said with an eye roll, “It can’t be about before because there’s maybe, what? Three people on the council that know the full story?”
“Hypocrite was about the nicest thing I said, Vassago had to drag me out before things got bloody.”
“As in Eldritch bloody or angelic steel bloody?”
“The former.”
“Hot.” The imp grinned, chuckling at the laugh she heard as she walked in and sat on the edge of the desk in front of him, her hooves perched on the arms of the chair. “What did Belial have to say about it?”
“He didn’t agree, but he was overruled.”
“Realistically, what happens if we don’t agree. Tell them to go fucks themselves with their racist bullshit.”
“We don’t get married. Period. Marriages within the Ars Goetia require that a majority of the nine kings agree, we require at least five agreeing, Belial and Asmodeus are not in question. But we would still require three more.”
“Ugh, well that’s fucked up.”
“Yes, I agree. There are ways to work around it so that I don’t have to cast directly on you, but I wanted to tell you about the obscene demand before we decided on anything.” He lamented.
“So what are the options?”
“There are three that I know of right off. First is that I accede to what the council wants and actually cast a fidelity spell on you. Several members were insisting on a spell that would leave you only able to be with me for any kind of sexual gratification, that includes masturbation. Asmodeus was not present for this particular meeting, but by all means feel free to inform him.”
“Are the fuckers monks or something?”
“If they all weren’t married themselves with heirs, I would wonder, and not a single one of them have been faithful to their own spouses.” He snarked, “And I fully realize my own hypocrisy in saying that, because neither was I. Option two is that I cast a watered down version of the spell on both of us, it will allow self pleasure but will hold us to the other for as long as we live.”
“Or as long as I live.” Blitz grimaced.
“Indeed. Option three is more or less the fuck you option. I don’t cast anything on either of us, instead, I cast the spell on our wedding rings, this option is not without its issues though.”
“Such as?”
“Once on, there are only a very limited number of reasons that we would be able to remove our rings. Our magic would determine what those were, most of the possibilities that I could find involved being placed in situations that we couldn’t otherwise get out of. Once off they would allow the other to magically track them. The fuck you on it is that we could take a third, or even fourth to our bed, it would just require mutual consent and agreement, not like that wouldn’t happen anyway.” Stolas rubbed the space between his eyes tiredly, “The fidelity spell will do two things. As it implies, it will prevent either of us from being unfaithful, it will also prevent another from forcing themselves upon us.”
She was shocked by the last part for whatever reason, perhaps it was a carry over from the old Blitz, the one that really hadn’t given a shit about what happened to him. The one that loathed himself so much that he couldn’t understand why anyone would love him, especially the beautiful and amazing bird in front of her. But when she thought about it, the last part wasn’t that bad, was it? She’d known for a long time that she’d never get back to where she had been before the change, she’d lost the strength and muscle tone that came from growing up in a circus and then becoming an assassin.
Taking a deep breath she rolled the options over in her head. “They can all go fuck themselves with Wrath cactuses as far as option one is concerned, not thrilled with option two either.” A thought crossed her mind suddenly. “Is this because I’m an imp, or because of my connection to Ozzie? It’s no secret that I’ve been in the Sin of Lust’s bed more than once, and I have overseen events that Ozzie or Fizz couldn’t.”
“I couldn’t even hazard a guess darling.” He sighed tiredly, “I will continue looking at options, but time is limited.”
“I will agree to option three if it’s all there is, but if I have to preside over another orgy in Lust, your ass is coming with me.”
“You’ve done that?”
“Twice, and it was because of schedule conflicts with Fizz and Ozzie.”
As predicted, Ozzie had not been happy, and had made that quite clear. The council had been positively aghast when the Sin had walked into the council chamber with both Blitz and Fizz, Fizz following Ozzie while Blitz veered off to sit with Stolas, both imps perching on the arms of the chairs. In the end, the council had agreed to spelling the rings, and six of the eight seated kings signed off on the marriage. The phone call that Ozzie got in the middle of the meeting from Lucifer had nothing to do with anything.
Honest.
No one even noticed the smirk shared between Blitz and Fizz.
Barbie was waiting for her at the door of the Hazbin Hotel when they pulled up, Fizz in the limo with Blitz, the twins, Loona, Millie, and several of the girls from her studio. Behind them was the van with all of the dresses and bouquets, and a second van with other people that had come up to help. After the leak of the photos from Stolas’s proposal they’d chosen to forgo the glamors, there really wasn’t a point after that. Everyone chuckled as the boys scrambled out of the car and threw themselves at Barbie before running to Charlie as she walked out.
Blitz would be lying if she said that she wasn’t nervous, this was something that she’d ever entertained as a possibility both before or after the change. After she’d rather spectacularly crashed back into her prince’s life the most that she had hoped for was that he’d be around, if not for her, than for Castor and Pollux. The last thing she ever expected after losing that bet and getting roped into singing was for Stolas to use the event to propose. Part of it still seemed surreal, it probably would right up until she was walking down the aisle.
By the time everything was put up for the night, everyone was fed, and she’d managed to wrangle the boys into bed Blitz was exhausted, but she knew that sleeping wouldn’t be easy. Different bed, a different environment, and sleeping alone for the first time in several years were going to make things hard.
Maybe counting hell sheep would help?
Chapter 2
Summary:
Today's the day, the day that they've spent over two years planning and prepping for.
But even after the arguments, disagreements, pre-wedding jitters, and last minute snags won't stop them from getting to the one place that everyone once said that they'd never get to.But there's still one surprise that none could have seen.
Notes:
So I noticed as I was filling in blanks, proof reading, rearranging bits that had been previously written to fit into what I've decided to make this that the first 6'ish chapters are very slice of life'ish. Not how I intended it, but it seems that it was necessary to get where I wanted this to go.
I also noticed, and I'm sure I'll get called on this eventually, that I have a habit of recycling plot elements.
And to be honest, I do.
Not all of it is intentional because a lot of my projects are more or less running concurrently and I may not realize that I've done it until later. Of course, there are the ones where it was wholly intentional, because it worked very well.
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Today was the day. Blitz was wondering when she would wake up and find out that the last, year, fuck, the last seven years had been a dream. She hadn’t slept well, a combination of sleeping alone, in a strange bed, and possibly from being back in Pride. Charlie had offered the use of the hotel’s facilities for the wedding, and had welcomed Blitz and most of the bridal party were there, Stolas had stayed at the palace with most of his side of the wedding party. Vassago had said something about a bachelor party, she honestly didn’t want to know, but highly doubted that strippers were really the speed of the Goetia when it came to partying. She didn’t know how long she’d been pacing, arms wrapped tightly around her, so lost in thought that she didn’t even hear the knock on the door.
“Mom?” Loona asked quietly, worry in her red eyes, “You okay?”
“I, I don’t know.” Blitz said brokenly.
“What’s wrong?” Loona walked the rest of the way in, closing the door behind her, then pulled Blitz to the foot of the bed where they sat down.
“I’m scared.” Blitz whispered, sighing in the warmth of her daughter’s fur as Loona pulled her into a hug. “I’ve spent so much of my life running and hiding, I’ve hurt so many people that I love. I don’t understand how he loves me, or wants to be with me.”
“That bird is crazy for you.” Loona snorted, “He didn’t look at anyone a second time after you were gone, no matter how much Vee and I tried to get him to date. He told me once, right after I got out of the hospital, that you’d probably kill him for letting me get hurt. Of course that opened the floodgates about how much he missed you, and a litany of regrets about everything he’d done wrong.”
“That sounds like him.”
“What else is bugging you?”
“Waiting for the other shoe to drop. Waiting for the rug to get pulled out from under me and for everything to go to shit again.”
“Anyone that wants to fuck with you has to go through me first, cause I am not above fucking up anyone that fucks with my family.” Loona declared, smiling when she finally heard a laugh. “Did you get any fucking sleep?”
“Not really, hard enough to sleep in a strange bed, then nightmares.”
“Fuck. I’m gonna go downstairs and grab us some breakfast, you want anything in particular?”
“Coffee, lots of coffee. Otherwise you know what I’ll eat.”
“Cool, back in a bit.”
She was pacing again when Loona came back, a pensive look on her face.
“Not having second thoughts, are you?” The hellhound asked, gently leading her parent to the table.
“No, just getting stuck in my head. I keep thinking that I’m dreaming and I’m waiting for when I wake up. But then I wonder where I’ll be when I wake up, an apartment in Lust? A really shitty apartment in Pride? An alley in fuck knows where?” Blitz ruminated, cradling the cup of coffee that Loona had poured for her in her hands. “I’m not used to getting what I want, when it happens the self doubt starts to come out.”
“I understand that. When you adopted me, I was just waiting for you to send me back, just like everyone else had, and when I finally accepted that you weren’t going to replace or get rid of me you got taken away. That’s why I reacted so badly the last time I saw you in Lust. I never told Dad about you being at the hospital when I got shot protecting Vee because I didn’t know if it was really you or me hallucinating. I was pretty sure it was really you because I could still smell you there when I was released.”
“Christ on a stick, when that happened I saw it on the fucking news. Of course they didn’t say shit on TV, just that someone had gone after Via. Fizz had to hold me down just so that Ozzie could tell me what happened, and he didn’t even fully know at the time, he had to actually leave because Stolas called him while I was losing my shit.” She chuckled. “Let’s just say that my leash got shorter after that.”
“Can I make a confession?”
“Of course, sweetie.”
“I knew that you were here for the wedding.” Loona confided, toying with her coffee mug. “Uncle Ozzie pulled me aside before the wedding started, told me that he knew that I could smell you, which to be fair, I could. He said that if the opportunity presented itself he’d let me see you, he said something about a spell that kept others from noticing you, but that it wouldn’t work on me because I was your daughter.”
“Sounds about right.” Blitz sighed. “The spell he was referring to was essentially a tether on me. It kept me from saying anything about the past to anyone that wasn’t in the know, but it also kept me from interacting with anyone that knew me before. Although Charlie found a creative way around it.” She laughed as Loona snorted into her coffee.
“I totally heard the rumors about you and Angel Dust the night before the wedding.”
“Oh, honey, those weren’t rumors, it really happened, but despite what anyone says, it was just a blow job.” Blitz laughed. “Probably could have found a better spot for it, but it would have been really awkward if one of the boys had woken up while I was blowing a porn star. Just don’t ask why he calls me red pepper.”
“Noted.”
Loona couldn’t help but smile as Blitz’s mood improved, she just hoped that she wouldn’t have to pump the imp so full of caffeine that she was bouncing off the walls while walking down the aisle.
Before too long Millie was knocking on the door with hair and make up behind her. They got set up while Blitz grabbed a shower. Dried off and wrapped in a robe Blitz was ushered to a chair where her hair was teased, curled, and pinned up for the simple veil that she’d chosen to go with her far more elaborate dress. The list of her attendants had raised some eyebrows when it had been leaked to the press, she hadn’t even gotten to yell because Ozzie had beaten her to it when he found out. The leak had been a new member of her team and had taken pictures of some of the plans that had been sitting on her desk and then sold them. Not only had Ozzie fired them, he’d blacklisted them just about everywhere.
Fizz was her man of honor, there was no one else that she’d rather have standing with her. It was the bride’s maids that had raised eyebrows. Considering who she was marrying, Charlie was kind of a no brainer, nor were Loona or Octavia. No, it was Angel Dust that caused quite the stir, and because of the distinct lack of little girls in their lives, Nifty rounded out the bridal party as flower girl. They had originally considered using the limo that was at Charlie’s disposal to get from the hotel to the cathedral, but eventually decided that Octavia would open a portal instead. The hotel was on the opposite side of the Pride ring, traffic in Pride being what it was, and security concerns.
Via had been the first ready and had portaled to the cathedral where Sophie was waiting as they were getting Blitz into her dress. Elly, Blair, and another of the girls from the studio had carefully lifted the gown over her head and then carefully lowered it to not catch any of the curls in her pinned up hair before holding it so that she could get the sleeves on. She’d gone with a more modest gown to keep from antagonizing any of the more conservative members of the Ars Goetia, the gentle v cut of the neckline leaving her shoulders bare but not plunging to expose her breasts, the satin and lace sleeves covering the worst of the scars that still marked her hands and forearms. She’d decided against having the skirt as full as it could be simply because it didn’t need to be, especially with her height, the eight foot train on the other hand was pure showing off.
Elly was pinning the simple veil into her hair when the others started to trickle in. Fizz herded Castor and Pollux in, each of them in tuxedos with dark purple waistcoats and bow ties, Fizz’s cap in the same colors. Loona arrived a few moments with Angel in tow holding Nifty with her basket of flower petals, and Charlie a few minutes with Vaggie. Vaggie wasn’t officially in the wedding party, but her job was to make sure that the boys made it down the aisle with rings, she was also the one on the phone with Sophie.
“Everyone ready?” She called out, looking over the crowd for nods. “Yeah, tell her to open the portal.” Vaggie was putting her phone up as the pink rimmed portal opened, Fizz going through first holding the boy's hands and the other following quickly. Elly and Blair came in behind Blitz to keep her train from catching on anything, Via closing the portal when they were sure that everyone was through. Quickly getting everyone into order they could hear the organ playing within the chapel, Sophie herding everyone into place starting with Angel.
“You good?” Fizz asked quietly.
“Yeah. Just hard to believe that I’m actually here.”
“Of course you are, you’re the baddest of the bad ass bitches. But now it’s time for your happily ever after.” The jester grinned, pulling her into a gentle hug as Charlie entered the chapel.
Taking a few slow breaths she watched as Via looked over her shoulder at her and smiled before she made her entrance. Loona worked her own jitters out before taking her place, the hellhound throwing a wink her way before she started in. Fizz shot her a pair of handguns before taking his place, a grin lighting up his face as he saw Ozzie in one of the seats set up for the Sins and the head of the room. There were six, but only four were occupied since Lucifer was officiating the ceremony himself, their attendance gave the impression of the approval of the Sins of Pride, Gluttony, Lust, Envy, and Sloth.
With little prompting Nifty made her way out, scattering the rose petals as she walked down the aisle, showing that despite her erratic nature, the small sinner could focus on special things. When she reached the altar she veered toward Angel who lifted her up to be able to see.
The plan was to send Castor and Pollux together, each carrying a pillow with a ring, at the altar one would go to Fizz, the other to Vassago. Blitz knelt down and hugged each of her sons and watched as Vaggie quickly handed them the pillows and told them who to go to before sending them off. She could feel the movement of the dress as Elly and Blair straightened out the train, still holding it up until she was ready to walk.
“Don’t you need to get to your seat?” Blitz asked Vaggie.
“I’ll get there, don’t worry.” The fallen exorcist told her.
Their cue was the music stopping, the first strains of the wedding march coming from the pipe organ that was above them. The priest it seemed was a man of many talents, it was him playing the organ.
Fighting the urge to wipe her sweaty palms on the skirt of her dress, she wrapped them around the handle of her bouquet. Breathing slowly she stepped into place, feeling the last shifts as the train was spread out. Her heart seemed to skip a beat as she looked out across the filled pews and straight to Stolas. She was aware enough to hear the spot in the music that was her signal, everyone standing as she crossed the threshold. She couldn’t have said later who was even there, her focus completely on Stolas and the raised platform that would bring her closer to the owl’s height.
At the sight of Blitz Stolas seemingly forgot to breathe, so focused was he, fortunately everyone was more focused on his bride than him when Vassago poked him in the side with a talon and hissed breath at him, Castor snickering next to him, Lucifer stifling a laugh next to him.
The walk down the aisle was both the longest and shortest of her life. Part of her wasn’t keen on exposing her back to a large room full of Goetia and Overlords, but she took comfort in the fact that if someone tried to take her out, Moxxie and his crew would return the favor from wherever they were stationed above.
As she reached the altar she handed her bouquet off to Fizz before taking Stolas’s hand as she stepped up the steps of the platform that Lucifer stood on that would bring her more in line with their height. Lucifer had warned them in advance that royal weddings were wordy, Blitz would fully admit that she was only halfway paying attention to what he was saying. Standing here, at the altar, the king himself officiating her wedding, to a prince no less! In a room full of people that were either there just to be able to say that they were there, or people that didn’t think she was worthy of being stepped on by them by virtue of the circumstances of her birth.
The tabloids were going to have a field day when the official pictures came out, the room was currently warded to not allow any kind of recording other than the handful of cameras that Vox had in the room broadcasting live, after all, it wasn’t often that you got to see a royal wedding. Especially not one where a Goetian prince was marrying an imp. Blitz had only made one demand when the deal was made for live broadcast, that that Killjoy bitch and whatever bullshit she would be spewing was nowhere near, otherwise Vox would be waiting for the official pictures like everyone else.
It was hard to believe that they’d actually made it here, even with all the twists and turns that she had been through to get to this place. Her mind ran through the history that the two of them had, ‘I can do this real fast’ echoing in the back of her head, the good and the bad, the things she’d yelled after he’d given her the crystal. The party. Then everything had turned upside down, part of her had fully expected him to leave when he realized that the female imp in Blitz Buckzo’s clothes was actually Blitz. But not only had he not left, he’d comforted her, put his life on hold while trying to figure out the who's, what's, and where's. Dragged his own wife in front of the Goetian council and then disappeared for several days to try and say goodbye.
It had been a very good goodbye, their sons coming into the world six months later.
It wasn’t until the time came for vows and rings that she took her eyes away from Stolas, they both smiled when their sons presented them with the rings, a visible shiver running up her spine as her ring slid on, the strength of the spells on the band surprising her, she nodded slightly when his head cocked to the side to silently ask if she was alright. Lucifer had paused when he saw the reaction she had, but continued after the non-verbal question and answer. It wasn’t much longer before the fallen angel was declaring them man and wife, cheers erupting from the pews as they sealed it with a kiss.
A sudden shift in magic caught both of them by surprise as Belial appeared suddenly next to Lucifer. Stolas and Blitz looking at each other in confusion. The grins on both kings and the four sins behind them said that something was going on that they didn’t know about. Lucifer stepped back and took a seat among the sins as Belial stepped forward, Blitz’s eyes flicking over his shoulder and catching Ozzie’s eyes, the rooster only grinning mischievously and winking at her.
“Among the Goetia, change is not something that happens often, or easily, and very very rarely are hellborne welcomed into our ranks from outside the Goetia.” Belial began, his voice magically carrying through the room, “And if anyone has proven to me that they are worthy to join the ranks of the Goetia, Celena Bledsoe has done so in spades. On this most wonderful of days, as I watch my brother marry the woman he loves, I welcome my new sister Celena into our ranks and name her Princess Consort Celena Rhiannon Bledsoe of the Ars Goetia.”
The gasp from the guests had both of them turning around to see Vaggie walking down the aisle holding a cushion with a tiara on it, a lopsided grin on her face. The only thing that kept Blitz from having a panic attack was the feeling of Stolas holding her hand as she stood there in shock, the rhythmic movement of his thumb over the top over her hand the only thing keeping her from hyperventilating. She didn’t even hear Vaggie as she moved next to her, the blood rushing in her ears so loudly that she hardly heard anything. She was going to fucking pluck a rooster, it was obvious that he knew this was going to happen, all of the sins in attendance did. The tiara on the pillow was simple, no more ornate than the one that Stolas or Octavia wore, but it was obviously custom made to accommodate her horns, but someone had inside information because it was white gold and only a few knew her preference for silver rather than gold.
Blitz was still in shock as they made their way back down the aisle and ran on autopilot while the guests filed out and through portals to the ballroom at the palace for the reception. When it was only them remaining for pictures and Blitz could finally breathe, Stolas knelt down to face her.
“What the fuck?” She blurted suddenly, hearing snorts and snickers from both sides of the wedding party.
“I didn’t know either, so it was just as much a surprise for me.”
“Ozzie knew, fucker winked at me.” She complained before sighing, “Lets get pictures done so we can head to the palace, I just need to change when we get there, this dress is heavier than it looks.”
Chapter 3
Summary:
Now that the wedding is out of the way, time for the reception, and then onto the honeymoon!
Notes:
So I noticed as I was error checking this chapter, and the four that follow it, that there's a lot more smut in this story than the previous two. If that's not your thing, it's at the very end and easily skippable.
The song written into this chapter is "Still Falling for you" by Ellie Goulding and is from the soundtrack for "Bridget Jones Baby"
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Once all the pictures were finally done, two portals were opened to the palace. Via opening one that took almost everyone to the reception, and one that Stolas opened that took him, Blitz, and her assistants to their bedroom where her reception dress waited. They’d had the forethought to unhook the train before going through the portal to make the move quickly.
“I promise, darling,” Stolas began as the portaled closed behind them. “I had no idea he was going to do that.”
“I believe you Stols, I’m not upset, just extremely shocked.” Blitz replied while pulling the hair pin out that held her veil in place so that Blair could put it up. “And yes, both of them know the full story.” She motioned to the two succubi as she pulled her hair up to allow access to the zipper and buttons on the back of the dress. “It was kind of necessary when Castor and Pollux got their bracelets off and decided to play tag in front of them.”
Blair snorted behind her, “It was cute once the shock wore off.”
“Yeah, it was. And these two have been absolute hellish blessings.” She added as she slipped out of the bodice of the gown, the reception dress replacing it as she stepped out of one and the other slipped over her head. “How did Belial even know to make it silver?”
“I may have shown him your ring a few weeks ago.” The owl admitted, “He asked why it was the white gold rather than the traditional gold.” The dark purple dress was striking on her, the color matching the ties, waistcoats, and dresses of their attendants.
“Damn, he worked quick then. I’m kind of shocked that there wasn’t a revolt, I mean, after what happened when Lucifer dethroned Paimon. There is precedence.”
“The fact that there were five sins in the room and all seemed aware may have had something to do with it.”
Opening a portal for the two succubus, the prince was quiet as they walked through chatting as Blitz fastened the necklace she had chosen to wear with the dress. Kneeling down they shared a kiss, both sighing as they stood there alone for the first time that day.
“You look beautiful.” He told her quietly.
“You don’t look too bad yourself.” She replied with a lopsided grin. “I know this was a lot more pomp and pageantry than either of us wanted.” She left unsaid what she was thinking about his first marriage and everything that had surrounded it.
“But the end result is the same, we both have what we wanted, and the Goetia got their required adhesion to tradition.”
“Ready to go make some royal heads explode, Pretty Bird?” Blitz grinned at the cackle that answered her question. She was going to be getting some gasps on her own. The neckline of the dress she wore was similar to her wedding dress, but it was cut a lot lower, revealing a little bit of the swell of her breasts and the skirt parting to mid thigh on one side.
The portal that he opened led to the hall just outside the ballroom, the sounds of chatter and laughter audible as they stepped through. Cheering and whistling broke out as they entered the ballroom, Castor and Pollux practically tackling them. Some of the more uptight Goetia looked affronted at the lowbrow behavior, but neither Blitz or Stolas cared, if they were bothered that much they were free to leave.
They mingled, ate, entertained, and towards the end of the reception Verosika had grabbed Blitz from where she had stayed at the owl’s side for a little surprise that no one knew about but a select few. At one end of the ballroom Verosika’s band was set up and had been playing quietly, but it was when lights had come on to point at that spot and several others had dimmed everyone had turned to focus on the band, Verosika and Blitz exchanging a few last minute words before Blitz approached the microphone. She winked at him when he looked at her in confusion and watched as he picked up the boys.
Fire and Ice
This love is like fire and ice
This love is like rain and blue skies
This love is like sun on the rise
This love got me rolling the dice
Don’t let me lose
Still falling for you
Still falling for you
He hadn’t expected her to sing, she loathed doing this in front of others. But there was no denying that other than the obvious, her voice was one of the biggest changes during the change. It wasn’t until she’d lost that bet and had to sing at the club that he got to hear her for himself, it was honestly one of the things that attracted him even more to what Blitz had become.
Beautiful mind
Your heart got a story with mine
Your heart got me hurting at times
Your heart gave me new kind of highs
Your heart got me feeling so fine
So what to do
Still falling for you
Still falling for you
When she’d really gotten to know Stolas, once the unknowing defensiveness had tapered off, Blitz would freely admit that she loved his mind. The knowledge, the imagination, the hope within him. He’d made her feel things that she both longed for and feared, things that she craved, but felt that she didn’t deserve.
It took us a while
With every breath a new day
With love on the line
We’ve had our share of mistakes
But all your flaws and scars are mine
Still falling for you
Still falling for you
And just like that
All I breathe
All I feel
You are all for me
I’m in
And just like that
All I breathe
All I feel
You are all for me
No one can lift me, catch me the way that you do
I’m still falling for you
Fuck, the number of times that he’d caught her as she sunk back into old habits. Not the self destructive ones, just the ones that had her self loathing coming back to whisper in her ear that she wasn’t good enough, that she would never be good enough. But she’d done the same for him, made sure he knew that she wasn’t going anywhere, that he was stuck with her for as long as she lived. They might piss each other off from time to time, but they would always pull the other from the darkness.
Brighter than gold
This love shining brighter than gold
This love is like letters in bold
This love is like out of control
This love is never growing old
You make it new
Still falling for you
Still falling for you
It took us a while
Because we were young and unsure
With love on the line
What if we both would need more
But all your flaws and scars are mine
Still falling for you
Still falling for you
Still falling for you
And just like that
All I breathe
All I feel
You are all for me
I’m in
And just like that
All I breathe
All I feel
You are all for me
No one can lift me, catch me the way that you do
I’m still falling for you
She looked ethereal standing there in the spotlight, the light glinting and glittering on her dress, her necklace sparkling as she moved, the room completely silent except for her as everyone watched raptly as the new princess professed her love in one of the few ways she knew.
Falling, crash into my arms
Love you like this
Like a first kiss
Never let go
Falling, crash into my arms
Never breaking what we got
Still falling for you
Still falling for …
And just like that
All I breathe
All I feel
You are all for me
I’m in
And just like that
All I breathe
All I feel
You are all for me
All for me
And just like that
All I feel
All I feel
You are all for me
I’m still falling …
And just like that
All I feel is you
All I feel is you
You are all for me
No one can lift me, catch me the way that you do
I’m still falling for you
Everyone was silent for a moment before applause broke out, Verosika hugging her and whispering a congrats in her ear as Blitz thanked her for her help while Stolas walked up with the boys still in his arms.
“You never cease me.” He smiled as he kissed her softly, Castor and Pollux both giggling.
“I try, I love you.”
“I love you too. It’s time to start bidding everyone a good night and send these two home with the girls.”
It took over an hour, but finally the last guest was gone except for the small group that they considered family. Blitz grabbing some of the canapes and other finger foods she hadn’t been able to enjoy earlier because of the non-stop mingling, Castor curled up on her lap asleep. She took every chance she could get to cuddle the boys while they were still small, knowing full well that they were due for growth spurts, Pollux similarly curled up on Loona. As much as she was looking forward to a week of just the two of them, it was just the two of them. She hadn’t been away from the boys without seeing them daily ever, not even when she’d been in the hospital. Looking at the time on her phone she grimaced, it was time for her to head out to where they were staying for the week to make sure that everything was done properly, Via must have seen her because she came and quickly collected the sleeping owlet, her and Loona then taking the boys home. Finishing her plate, she placed it with the rest of the dishes that would be cleaned and packed away by the small staff that maintained the palace and the crew that had come up from Lust for the reception before using her own crystal to head out.
If it was just Asmodeus sitting in their bedroom it wouldn’t have caused a single ruffled feather for Stolas, but Lucifer was sitting on the sofa as the owl changed to more casual clothes.
“Where is Celena anyway?” Stolas asked as he sent their luggage to a small pocket dimension.
“She’s already gone ahead to make sure that the house was opened properly.” Ozzie smiled, the smile turning somewhat salacious. “And to maybe get a few things ready.”
Lucifer laughed out loud when Ozzie spoke, a grin of his own on his face. “I don’t think I need to remind you that you will be on Earth, so the human disguises need to stay on for the duration as you will be in a mildly populated area.”
“I haven’t seen her disguise.” The owl mused.
“Don’t worry, you’ll know her when you see her. I know that she has a sketchbook and her laptop with her, but please, don’t let her work all week.”
“The same goes for you,” Lucifer added “Belial and Octavia are running interference for while you’re gone so no one should bother you outside of a true emergency.”
Stolas nodded in acknowledgement at the king’s words, “I’ll make sure that both of our phones stay charged regardless. I know that she had issues leaving the boys with Via and Loona, but I think she’ll be alright.”
“Honestly can’t blame her on that one,” the Lust sin remarked, “It’s been three years since they were kidnapped.”
“Agreed, I know that security at the house has been increased for the week and the girls have been told to come to the hotel with the boys if things get out of hand.” the King added. “Everything will be fine, go, enjoy your honeymoon. Take a week for the two of you.”
“That sounds positively delightful.” The owl chirped as the disguise magic surrounded him, it had been awhile since he’d used it he noted as he looked himself over. The pair of sins shooing him away to go find his wife. Stolas couldn’t help but laugh as Ozzie opened a portal behind him.
“Go find your wife Birdy Babe, we’ve got everything under control.” Ozzie called as Stolas vanished through the portal.
The room that Stolas stepped into was modestly decorated, but he was alone. He took a moment to get better adjusted to his not often used human form, the shorter height and two eyes were much different than what he was used to. Walking through the house he admired the tasteful decorations, and the bright sunlight that flooded through the windows from the setting sun, his breath taken away at the sight that greeted him through the large windows. Their ‘cabin’, as Ozzie had called it, was sitting in a wooded area that overlooked a lake, the sun glinting off of the water.
“Now there’s a sight I haven’t seen in a long time.”
Stolas jumped as he looked to his left, he hadn’t even seen Blitz laying on the chaise when he’d walked in, completely engrossed in the view. Asmodeus was right, he knew her when he saw her. Her skin was a rich almond color, the scars a lighter color, but nowhere near as light as they would be if she wasn’t wearing a disguise. She was wearing the same dress that she’d worn for the reception but her hair now fell freely across her shoulders and back, her red eyes full of mischief.
“See something you like?” She asked.
“I very much do.” He smiled, kneeling down on the carpet next to the lounge and leaning in for a kiss.
“I always forget how very real these disguises feel.” Blitz murmured, her hand coming up to cup his jaw, her fingers caressing the soft skin before carding through his hair as she leaned into the kiss. “And warm and soft.” She whispered against his mouth.
She couldn’t stop the moan as his hand fisted in her hair and jerked her head back so that he could get to her neck and throat. Fuck she loved when he got aggressive, the heat already pooling within her. Wrapping an arm around him, she pulled him in closer, moving to recapture his lips in a kiss, the hand that had been in her hair moving down to find the part in the skirt of the dress, the warm hand against her thigh made her break away with a gasp as it moved further up. With a sudden move he was perched above her, one long arm wrapping around her back and pulling her close, her legs wrapping around his waist as he leaned up.
“Bedroom?” Stolas asked breathlessly.
“Up the stairs to the left.” Blitz answered, one hand pointing in the general direction of the stairs, the same hand and arm snaking around her back to start pulling at the zipper of the dress.
The height difference between their human forms made logistics much easier, Blitz’ being almost a foot taller and Stolas two feet shorter, the lack of horns, feathers, and tails was a bit of a mindfuck though. A half-heard question in the back of her head wondering exactly how accurately he’d made his form, the grunts and gasps he made as they walked seemed to answer the question.
She felt a small rush of magic before being laid down on the bed sheet and tugging on the zipper that was further than she could reach.
“Do not damage this dress,” Blitz gasped as she pulled away, “It was expensive and a bitch to make. And I really like it.”
“I’ll buy you another if I do.” Stolas whispered in her ear, the smirk in his tone as clear as the feeling of his fingernails running down her spine that made her make a needy whine. Judging that the zipper was far enough he started to work the dress off, sliding the bodice down to reveal breasts and then stomach before he was able to push it down totally to make a puddle of purple satin on the floor.
He wasn’t prepared for her to grab him by the shirt and pull him back up, one hand tangled in his hair, the nimble fingers of the other hand undoing buttons, his hair only being released to push the shirt off before moving onto the pants.
“Impatient?”
“It’s the first time today I’ve had you to myself for longer than five minutes, and you looked really hot in that tux.”
“Mmmm, if your assistants had not come with us when we left to get you changed for the reception I probably would have had you in that beautiful gown before you had a chance to change.”
Blitz laughed as they continued to kiss, proving she was still just as agile when she used her feet to push the pants and briefs off. He was just as impatient though, a snap of his fingers and both her bra and panties were on the floor with the rest of their clothes. Their height difference wasn’t always conducive for making love, they managed alright, but it wasn’t easy. She’d been wet since he’d fisted her hair downstairs and was practically dripping when he pushed in slowly, both of them breathing heavily when he was fully seated, his forehead resting on hers, her walls fluttering around him.
Every time she’d heard someone wax poetic about making love she’d rolled her eyes, both before the world had crashed down around her and after. For so long it just all seemed like something that Stolas would read in one of his cheesy mommy porn romance novels. Don’t get her wrong, she loves a good quick fuck just as much as the next person, but this was different. As they rocked with each other into each thrust, moaned into each move, each kiss. Sweat covered both of them as he gently worked her through the first easy orgasm that filled her with a warmth that brought tears to her eyes.
She could feel another orgasm building within her, and his movements told her that Stolas wasn’t far either. In what seemed a move to get her off first he snaked a hand between them and started to rub her clit, the extra stimulation drawing a louder, stuttered moan from her and choked gasps from him as she started to come and clamped down on him. The tears fell from her eyes as she came a second time, his movement erratic as he followed her. They stayed like that for a moment as they caught their breaths before he pulled out and lay down beside her, his arm coming around her as she rolled into his side. With a wave he cleaned them both up before summoning the covers as they both drifted off to sleep.
Chapter 4
Summary:
The past has a way of coming back, and poking in just the wrong places.
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Barbie was doing her level best to not freak out. One thing that was good about the amount of work that she’d done to get clean and her shit together was that she’d finished her degrees, gotten a good job (although with help from Fizz and her sibling, it was still difficult to think of her twin as her sister, it was a work in progress), and a good apartment. But then there were times like this, when she was walking the halls of the hospital next to Lucifer. It was kind of surreal to her that she’d gone from being a kid in a circus, to an addict, to being in administration of a hospital that had been created by the two others that had been in that pile of implings back in the circus. Not to mention the fact that one of them was the long term partner of a Sin and the other was married to a Goetian prince, with a title of her own.
Lucifer being there wasn’t unexpected, he made sure to visit at least once a month to see that everything was running as it should. After decades of seclusion the king was at least trying to make sure that things were getting better. Under normal circumstances it would be her boss walking with the king, her boss however, was on vacation in Envy.
“And everything is running like it should?” The king asked.
“Yes sire. We had that one incident when the embezzlement was discovered, but the checks in accounting and inventory shows everything as it should be.”
“Good.” Lucifer smiled. “I recall Charlie saying something about contacting you about volunteer work for hotel residents, but she’s been so busy with the prep from the wedding I’m not sure she’s had a chance.”
“I spoke with her last week, the director and I are looking at what things we have that they could do.” Barbie replied. “I don’t know if either Fizz or Celena has spoken to you about this, it’s mostly Fizz’s idea, he wanted to set up a small circus event for the kids in the pediatric ward. We don’t really have enough hands here to be able to spare for that kind of event so volunteers from the hotel would be helpful for that if they don’t mind running games and maybe a few small rides.”
The smile that spread across the fallen angel’s face made him seem more real to Barbie, his obsession with the circus was no secret in hell, and if it was one thing that she could instantly figure out, it would be that the first thing that Lucifer would do after he left was to contact Ozzie and Fizz, give the green light for the circus, and beg the jester to be the ringmaster. Blitz would be thrilled because it would mean that she could do a silk routine that she’d never been allowed to do growing up.
“I will definitely talk to Fizzarolli about that, Celena might have to sit it out because I’m not sure that she has the strength for that type of thing anymore.
Barbie couldn’t help but laugh, “She’s going to be mad.”
“Probably. I’ll wait to discuss it with both Fizz and Celena until after she gets back from her honeymoon.” The king mused, “Might be a good idea for a fundraiser for the hospital, there hasn’t been an actual circus in Pride in decades.” He saw Barbie cringe from the corner of his eye and smiled sadly. “Any other interesting things happening?”
“I heard that the director of the emergency department is in talks with Lord Asmodeus for the use of his crystals for emergencies. With the growing season beginning in Wrath we’re starting to see more farm accidents.”
“I’ll leave my number for them in case it’s something really bad before they get it worked out. I can open a portal easily to Wrath, as long as I don’t step through I won’t have to listen to Satan complain.”
After her walk with the king Barbie had returned to her office and the piles of paperwork on her desk. She worked for a few more hours before packing up the laptop and some of what she was working on and heading home for the night. Three hours of working later she was finally through the worst of what was on her agenda. There were a few other things she wanted to look at she mused while getting a cup of coffee and grabbing her reading glasses, but it was nothing major that had to be done right then, just something to get a little ahead.
The last thing that Barbie was expecting was a knock on her door. It was honestly kind of late for visitors, she was tempted to ignore whoever it was and continue working until she heard the knock again. Putting down the coffee cup and laying the glasses she wore down on the desk she walked to the door. She was gearing up to curse out whoever was banging on her door this late, but once the door was open her jaw was on the floor. It only took a moment for her to reboot her brain enough to speak.
“What the fuck do you want?” She demanded.
“Now is that how you talk to your father?” Cash asked, a disingenuous smile on his haggard face. He looked like shit, clothes worn and threadbare, the large horns dull and chipped.
“Yes.” Barbie snapped back. “You aren’t welcome here and you know it, what the fuck do you want?”
“I’m trying to find your brother.”
“Have you gone fucking senile? Blitzo is dead and you know it!”
The door was slammed in his face before he could say anything else, but he had what he came for. Barbie was always a terrible liar, and even if her voice didn’t give it away, her face did. Not to mention that he’d seen the official wedding pictures and candids from the reception, the reception that Barbie just so happened to be at.
Fizz was grinning like a loon, the club was hot tonight! Sitting in the box with Ozzie they watched the dancers strut their stuff on the poles, Lucifer had okayed the circus for the kids, life was good! Sitting on Ozzie’s lap he didn’t suppress the hum as Ozzie nipped along his neck and the base of his cap, the private after party they were going to have at home was going to be great! He wanted to ignore his phone buzzing away in his pocket, but couldn’t because it had to be important if someone was calling him now. The jester grumbled as he dug it out, an eyebrow going up at the name on the screen.
“Hey Barb, what’s up?” He asked, Ozzie pulled back to look at him oddly.
“Fuck, I’m sorry Fizz. This can’t wait.” Barbie said in a rush. “Cash just knocked on my door.”
“The fuck? What did he want?”
“I don’t know, he said he was looking for Blitz. I asked if he’d gone senile because Blitz was dead and slammed the door in his face.”
“Fuck.” Fizz grimaced, “Last I knew he was holed up in some shit hole in Greed.”
“Celena has enough on her plate, should we keep this between us for now?”
“For now, yeah. I’ll talk to Oz when we get home and see what to do, at the very least we’ll probably have to tell Stolas.”
“Whatever you guys think is best, just let me know. I have a shit ton of work to do so I’ll let you get back to your night.”
“Alright, have a good night Barb, or at least as good a night as you can.”
Ending the call the jester’s grimace only deepened as he looked at Ozzie.
“What’s wrong?” The rooster asked.
“Cash showed up at Barbie’s apartment. Said he was looking for Blitz.”
“The fuck? It’s public knowledge that Blitz was declared dead, did you send something to Cash directly?”
“Yeah, sent a courier all the way to that shit hole he’s staying at. It was his signature on the paperwork so I know he got it.” He insisted. “Fuck, I don’t even want to know what that asshole is up to now. When do Blitz and Stolas get back?”
“Saturday. I’m not interrupting their honeymoon for anything less than a life or death emergency.”
“Nooooooo, let them enjoy themselves. I would like to know what Cash has been up to though.”
“So would I. I’ll make some calls in the morning and find out what I can.” Ozzie mused, “I need to call Lucifer, he needs to know about this. Do you want to head backstage so you won’t miss your cues? I’m going to throw up a privacy spell so I can talk to Luci.”
“Probably should. I’ll be back in a while.” Fizz told him with a kiss before moving to the door so he could get backstage as unobtrusively as possible.
Muttering a fuck under his beak the Sin pulled out his phone and called Lucifer, hopefully the angel was still awake, although with his notorious insomnia issues the chances were pretty good that he was.
“Ozzie? Is there a problem?” Lucifer asked when he answered on the first ring.
“Potentially.” The rooster answered. “Fizz just got a call from Barbie Buckzo.”
“Celena’s sister?”
“Yes. She said that her father, Cash, showed up at her apartment out of the blue looking for Blitz.”
“It’s public record that Blitz Buckzo died a decade ago.” The angel replied in confusion.
“And Barbie told him that. Fizz sent a courier with notice of Blitz being declared dead when we finished the paperwork and Celena went into effective hiding to whatever hole Cash was occupying at the time. His signature was on the courier manifest.”
“Do Stolas and Celena know about this?”
“No. They have three more days of honeymoon left, I figured I’d at least tell Stolas when they get back.”
“I agree. Fuck, I saw Barbie this afternoon as well for my monthly visit to the hospital to check out things.”
“She mention the circus idea?”
“Yes! You think they’ll let me be the ringmaster?”
Ozzie couldn’t help but laugh. “You might have to fight Celena for that one. But I’ll let the three of you hash that one out later. I’m going to make some calls in the morning and see if I can figure out what Cash is up to, Barbie didn’t give him any room to ask for anything. The impression that I got from her and Fizz is that Cash will hit whoever he thinks will give him money with the woe is me spiel.”
“Something about this isn’t right. Unless his mind is slipping, Cash Buckzo should know that Blitz is effectively dead. I mean, we covered the tracks really well. Obit said that he died during a botched job topside and was buried next to his mother.”
“It would seem so, but Verosika Mayday was able to put the crumbs together. Granted Verosika is a very smart and savvy succubus versus the drunken lout that is Cash Buckzo.”
“Best to do our due diligence then. The last thing I really want to do is uproot Celena and her family. I'll talk to Belial and let him know what’s going on so we can cover all the bases.”
“Sounds good. I’ll touch base with Moxxie in the morning and let you know if I hear anything.”
“Keep me posted.”
“Will do.”
Ending the call Ozzie sighed, scrolling through his phone he started a group text to the demons that he kept on staff for digging up dirt and dealing with problems as they arose.
- Find out everything you can about the activities and whereabouts of Cash Buckzo for the last 10 years. He was the owner of an imp circus and has been holed up in Greed as far as I know for the last 15.
~ Oz
Receiving three affirmatives he put his phone up and sighed. As much as he loved his position, there were times when it was a real mood killer. He hoped fervently that it was nothing more than Cash Buckzo finally drinking himself into a grave, memory and cognitive issue weren’t uncommon for excessive and long term alcohol abuse, and Fizz had told him that he couldn’t remember a time in the circus when Cash wasn’t at least a little bit lit up. As much as Ozzie wished that he could just toss the asshole in a deep dark hole, he realized that he needed to be careful. He could take steps based simply on the fact that she worked for him and was close to him, but that ran the risk of people that didn’t need to know digging for details, finding what Verosika had, and connecting dots that they didn’t need to be connecting.
Fuck, he just wanted a fun night with Fizzy.
Chapter 5
Summary:
The newlyweds have returned, but not everything is sunshine and rainbows
Notes:
Fair warning, this chapter is lousy with smut. It's not one continuous smut scene, but multiple. Was it necessary? No, not really. Does it move the story along? Again, no, not really. But it seemed like a good thing to add when I wrote it.
Let's just say that Blitz and Stolas get really nostalgic.
If you want to avoid the smut, stop reading when you get to the text messages.
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Stolas had groaned when he’d looked at his schedule after they had returned, the brief thought of wondering if Asmodeus would let him run away back to the cabin ran through his mind. As expected, they’d both been tackled by a pair of small, feathery missiles that had been watching all day for the portal to open and signal that their parents were finally home. They’d talked non-stop for almost an hour about what they’d done all week with the M’s, Loona, and Octavia. Each one inadvertently getting thrown under the bus for things that they weren’t supposed to do. It was mostly just staying up late watching movies and eating junk food, Blitz had been so engrossed listening to the boys that she hadn’t seen Octavia quietly tell her father to call Asmodeus, it was important. It wasn’t until after the boys were asleep that he was finally able to call the Sin, Blitz sitting on the edge of the desk with Loona sitting in a chair on the other side of the desk.
“Stolas.” Ozzie said when he picked up the phone.
“My apologies, Asmodeus, we were unable to get the boys to let go of us until they went to bed.”
“We?”
“Yes, Blitz and Loona are sitting here with me.”
“Fizz is here with me as well, so might as well get what we know out in the open.” From the tone of his voice Blitz could imagine the grimace that went with it.
“Has something happened?” Blitz asked, looking at Loona who only shrugged.
“Yes, and we aren’t sure if it’s something that needs to be actively looked into, but we’re looking into it. Long story short is that your father, Celena, showed up at Barbie’s apartment looking for you. More specifically, he said he was looking for Blitzo.”
“When.” She croaked in shock.
“Late Tuesday, it was the same day that Luci did his monthly walk at the hospital. It was Barbie that did the walk because her boss is on vacation. Loona probably noticed the increased security last week,” The hellhound nodded when Blitz and Stolas looked at her. “I ordered the increase, Moxxie put it in place on my word but I didn’t tell the exact reason why.”
Pulling Blitz into his arms, Stolas could feel her trembling. “What is going on now?”
“I have people investigating to see why Cash would pop his head up now. Far as Fizz knew, he’s been holed up in Greed for the last fifteen years.”
Blitz’s mind was in so much turmoil that she didn’t even hear the rest of the call as she clung to her bird. She didn’t even notice when he stood up and carried her to their bedroom. It was the scent of one of the bubble baths that brought her mind back to the present, she blinked a few times, not remembering getting to the bedroom. Stolas emerged from the bathroom at that moment, sighing in relief that Blitz was aware of her surroundings. He knew her well, a bath would help her relax, and hopefully tell him what was causing her so much concern. Holding out his hand she hopped off the bed and joined him in the bathroom and in short order they were both in the tub.
“I was hoping he was dead.” Blitz said quietly after a few minutes.
“What darling?”
“I said, I was hoping he was dead. I haven’t seen hide nor hoof of Cash since he disowned me. I knew that he’d been holed in Greed, but after this long I really hoped that he’d drunk himself to death by now.” She sniffed as a few tears rolled down her face and onto the feathers underneath her. “I used to have nightmares about him showing and taking the boys, it’s part of what scared me so badly when Barbie figured everything out, that she would tell him. When I walked into the room that she was in with Fizz, she’d just gotten the notice that I was ‘dead’. She was fucking laughing about it, not that I would have expected anything else at the time.” She closed her eyes and sighed as his talons ran through her hair, for whatever reason it was a soothing feeling kind of like when he would run his hand between her horns before. “I don’t know what Ozzie said to her, Fizz was trying to calm me down, I wasn’t high risk when I was pregnant, but not really far from the bar, I think he was trying to make sure that the stress of the event didn’t send me into labor. He spent most of the evening sitting on my sofa listening to me vent just about everything.”
“Was that the conversation that the idea for the hospital came from?”
“Yeah. Although it was a few years before it actually happened. I didn’t realize that it had actually happened until it opened, up to that point I was a budding designer starting my line and doing costume repairs from home while living in a house that Fizz owned with the twins. I pretty much isolated myself to that house and the small area around it. It was safe, no one knew who I was, no one recognized who I’d been. I was just a single imp with a set of twins. Nothing else.”
“But there’s more to this.” The owl said, unable to ignore the tired sigh from the tired body that lay on him. This was not how he wanted to spend the first night back from their honeymoon.
“The thought that Cash has somehow figured out the truth terrifies me.” She confessed. “It’s no secret that I pissed off a lot of people before. I’m less worried about what could happen to me, but I know that if Cash got a hold of Castor and Pollux that he would exploit them the same way that he exploited Fizz, the same way he exploited Barbie, and the same way that he exploited me.”
Now it was Stolas’s turn to sigh, her words didn’t surprise in the slightest. What little bits he’d heard of Cash Buckzo made him perfectly willing to kill the man himself, this being a foregone conclusion if he had the audacity to come after his family. All he could do was hold her tightly and comfort her, but he would be sure to speak more with Asmodeus on the subject.
It seemed in the few weeks that had passed since their return from their honeymoon that things had calmed down. Blitz was still wary, the proverbial ghost of her father always a thought in the back of her mind, and as much as he wished that he could be with her every hour of the day to soothe the worries that she wouldn’t voice, he couldn’t. She’d still been asleep when he’d risen and got ready for this overfull day of dealing with one of the things he loathed more than almost anything else.
Meetings.
He hated meetings. Especially council meetings, they were long, boring affairs that served little more than to put everyone to sleep. He wasn’t even sure why he was required to attend this one, he had nothing to present to the council, although he did have something to present to Belial after the meeting. He was practically asleep from whatever someone was prattling on about when the vibrating of his phone caused him to jump slightly.
Celena: Hppy Bday. Sry I was stil aslep whn u lft.
Stolas chuckled reading the message, it seemed some things never changed, including how Blitz texted.
Stolas: Thank you Darling, you looked so peaceful I didn’t want to wake you up.
Celena: I tlkd 2 the grls n Pringles, hw abt u meet me at cttge whn u gt bck? Jst the 2 of us, gt a srprse 4 th bday boy.
Stolas: I will meet you there when I get home.
The response was an emoji blowing a kiss that he couldn’t help but smile at as he put his phone back in his pocket, at least having something to look forward to might make the meeting go by faster.
Blitz smirked as she read the last message. Ozzie would have kittens if he knew what she was about to do, she’d never successfully held both a body mod and illusion for a protracted amount of time, but it was her birdy’s birthday and he deserved a treat. Hopefully she’d be able to hold it long enough for them both to really enjoy it.
The prince yawned as he walked out of the portal and into the front room of the cottage. The trail of rose petals on the floor immediately drew his attention. Taking off his hat and setting it on the table next to him, the owl followed the trail that led to the bedroom. He’d expected to find her on the bed in some sexy little number, Lucifer knew that with her job there was never a shortage of mouth watering lingerie.
But that wasn’t what he found.
His jaw dropped and mouth went dry, mind taking a moment to take in the picture present to him.
“Surprise, like what you see Birdy?” Blitz asked with a wide smirk.
Not trusting himself to speak, Stolas simply nodded. The surprise he’d been told about was a far cry from anything that his mind had conjured, and it was so much better. Lucifer help him, it was perfect, all the way down to the voice that he’d never admit to missing. When he’d woken up the morning after the party, there was something in him that told him that would be the last time he’d see Blitz. The revelation had been heartbreaking, and he’d been in so much pain from it that he hadn’t looked into it further. When he’d next seen the imp, arguing with Fizzarolli, alive, and very much female, the relief within him almost put him on his knees.
Nostalgia and all that.
Don’t get him wrong, Stolas very much loved his wife, but it wasn’t his wife he looked at, but the Blitz he hadn’t seen in a decade except for a short few moments right before they went to get their sons back from the assholes that had taken them. From the black and white horns to the old scars, the black heart shaped skull mark and the cock he’d dreamt of so many times. He couldn’t help the lustful smirk as he climbed onto the bed and crawled up to where Blitz lay, seeing the familiar answering smirk on the imp’s face before practically pouncing to go in for a rough kiss.
“How?” Stolas asked breathlessly when he pulled back to look closer.
“Little something I nicked from Ozzie, body mods aren’t really my forte. I’ll probably lose the illusion at some point, depending on how much concentration I can maintain.”
“Don’t hurt yourself for me.” The owl said with concern. “Honestly, I was expecting you in some of that absolutely delectable lingerie that you have coming out.”
“Mmmmm, maybe later.” he grinned, pulling the owl back down into a kiss while nimble fingers undid buttons and clasps, enjoying all the little sounds the prince would make as his tail would stroke sensitive areas over the clothes that hadn’t been reached yet. “I figure I can manage a round like this before I have to change back, so think about what you want for round one.”
The look on Stolas’s face could only be described as lust drunk as he looked down at the imp, the toothy grin should have told him that Blitz was about to do something, but it didn’t cross his mind until he was being rolled onto his back, the last of his clothing hitting the floor in short order. Blitz had managed to refine her illusions over the time that they’d been back together because even her fingers felt different, like they used to, as he was carefully worked open, the addition of his tongue driving him over the edge quickly.
“You ready Pretty Bird?”
“Yes! Please!” He begged, moaning loudly as Blitz pushed in slowly, tears pricking his eyes from how much he’d missed this. But this was different, it was just them, married. Not fucking for the book like the last time they’s had sex before everything blew up, and even better, knowing that Blitz loved him just as much as he loved Blitz.
Moans, groans, the sounds of wet and filthy sex filled the room, Blitz was quieter than normal, but considering the illusion that she was also trying to maintain the build up of pleasure was making it extremely difficult. It was obvious that Stolas was close as he clenched around the magically conjured cock. Readjusting the angle and moving faster was enough for Stolas to come hard and loud, dragging Blitz right along with him, the feeling of the warmth filling him pulled another gasp from him and a shudder as Blitz pulled out. The smaller demon climbed up the bed before dropping down next to him, the owl rolling over to pull the imp into him.
“Thank you.” Stolas said breathlessly before kissing him deeply, taking in the old look one more time before Blitz released the illusion and the modification spell. It was easy to see her body relax as she returned to the way that she was meant to be.
“Happy Birthday.” She said with a smile.
“It certainly is.”
Blitz laughed as she grabbed her phone, sending a quick text to ask Pringles to bring dinner when it was ready, smiling at the quick response she got back.
“We have about a half hour on dinner, you want to grab a shower or something and then after dinner I can show you that lingerie?”
“After my very boring day, that sounds lovely.”
He watched as she rolled off the bed and sashayed her way into the bathroom where he could hear the shower turn on. He couldn’t help the sigh and frown as she stepped into the shower. He’d been so distracted by her little surprise that he’d completely forgotten about something he needed to tell her. Asmodeus had pulled him aside during a break in the meetings and quietly told him that the people he had looking into Cash Buckzo couldn’t find him, that after he’d shown up at Barbie’s apartment in Pride he’d seemingly vanished into thin air. He hadn’t returned to the place he lived in Greed and other than an unverified sighting in Pride after leaving Barbie’s apartment, no one knew where he’d gone. Asmodeus’s suggestion was to talk to Moxxie, let him know what was going on and be sure that Blitz had someone with her at all times, whether it be Stolas, Loona, or Millie.
“You coming Stols?” Blitz called from the shower.
“Yes, sorry, I just got distracted thinking.” The owl answered, sitting up and walking to the bathroom. “I know that you don’t like parties, but I saw Asmodeus this afternoon and he said that Lucifer is having a Halloween ball.” he couldn’t help but smile at the grimace on her face.
“We’re on the guestlist?”
“The whole of the Ars Goetia is. It would be our first public event married.” He finished in a sing-song voice as he knelt down in the shower and nipped lightly at her shoulder as he grabbed the washcloth to wash her back as she started to wash her hair.
“One condition.”
“Alright.”
“Your feathered ass comes to the studio for measurements, if you’re going to make me do this we’re going to match, or at least compliment. I suppose I’ll have to ask Ozzie if there’s a theme.” She groused and rolled her eyes. “Does Belial know that he’s on my shit list for practically giving me a heart attack at our wedding?”
“Not yet darling, but I’ll be sure to tell him.” Stolas nodded solemnly as they climbed out of the shower.
The sound of the door caught both of their attention followed by Pringles calling that he was delivering dinner. They called out their thanks as Stolas grabbed his robe from where it lay over the back of a chair and headed out to the front room while she pulled out a box with an emerald green set in it. It wasn’t anything particularly daring, and rather tame for what she normally made that was available. The simple robe, gown, and thong was made of silk, specifically to her measurements so it fit like a glove. Dragging a brush through her slightly damp hair she joined the owl at the table, Pringles knew the Prince well and had made his favorite dish (as well as a tasty pasta primavera for Blitz as he knew she wouldn’t care for the grilled rats).
After dinner they ended up back on the bed, Stolas laying on his stomach and Blitz straddling his back to preen the feathers that he couldn’t reach, the content hoots making her smile as she ran her oil covered fingers through the grey blue feathers. Grabbing a towel to clean her hands off, she moved up to the head of the bed, Stolas looked so relaxed that she was surprised that he hadn’t fallen asleep.
“Better?”
“Much. Thank you.” He hummed.
“Anytime. Love you, happy birthday.” Blitz said as she leaned forward to get a kiss.
“And I love you, you look beautiful.”
“This is probably the tamest thing in the line, just didn’t want anything hard to get out of, and no that doesn’t include removal by talon.”
A sudden thought occurred to the owl as he looked over her, a self satisfied smirk on his face as magic washed over him and left an imp behind in place of the owl.
“Getting really nostalgic tonight?” she gasped as the spade of his tail rubbed against hers. He must have practiced this form she thought as he hadn’t had that much control that night
“You started it.” Stolas said as he started to kiss along her jaw and down her neck, claws catching the thin straps of the gown she wore and raking lightly over her skin, her breath hitching at the sensation. “Everyday I thank all the stars that you came back to me.” he whispered as he moved from the straps to the bodice, Blitz arching her back to help him slide it off and took the opportunity to tease the now visible nipples with his tongue as he slid the gown off the rest of the way, catching the panties along the way, the silk hitting the floor with the rest of their clothes.
“I thank them everyday that you still wanted me.”
“Always, I will always want you.” He whispered as he kissed her, a moan slipping from her mouth as his fingers moved toward the junction of her legs.
“Don’t tease.” Blitz whined as a featherlight touch ran across her folds before pushing gently between them
Listening to her moan was an absolute delight for him as he got her more and more worked up, so wet that moving his fingers along her clit and opening were smooth and easy, a few more strokes and she was coming undone with a loud wail. Giving her a moment to calm he coaxed her onto elbows and knees. Smirking at the hitch in her breath as he tugged lightly on her tail, listening to her whine as he teased the cock that the imp form gave him at her entrance before slowly pushing in.
“How do you want it Darling?” The impish owl asked breathlessly as he made a few shallow strokes.
“Hard, fast. Fuck me like you mean it.” She challenged, a very Blitz shitting eating grin on the side of her face he could see.
He simply shrugged before doing just that, moans turning into cries turning into pleasured sobs as he could feel her start to clench tighter and tighter and knew it would be long before she came again and probably take him along with her. A hard tug of her tail did the trick and she was wailing as loud as he’d ever heard her as came, clamping down tight enough to pull him along for the ride. Pulling out slowly he collapsed on the bed next to her to catch his breath, waving a spell to clean them both up before changing back to himself.
Rolling to his side he pulled Blitz into his arms, smiling softly as he noticed that she’d already fallen asleep, mumbling something she burrowed into his chest feathers and settled back down. Stolas curled around her and slowly drifted off himself.
Chapter 6
Summary:
Now that the wedding and honeymoon are over, Blitz and Stolas get to look forward to something new, their first holiday season married.
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True to his word, Stolas had cleared an afternoon and made his way through the halls of the building that housed Blitz’s studio for measurements. Stepping into the actual studio, the first thing he noticed was that everyone was giving his wife’s office a wide berth.
“You might not want to go in there yet, Your Highness.” The succubus he knew to be named Blair told him.
“Is something wrong?”
“Depends on your definition. I haven’t heard her swear like that in a long time.” The succubus grimaced. “Someone is jerking her around on something, she’s pissed.”
“No!” They heard Blitz yell, “I don’t give a fuck what he says! The contract says today so they better fucking be here today!”
“Oh my.” The owl puffed up in surprise.
“Mother fucker, don’t make me come down there and break inconvenient bones!”
“Damn,” Elly whistled, “She is pissed. When was the last time she threatened to go break bones?”
“Ummm, probably when we were working on Angel Dust’s dress for the royal wedding and needed more material because they shorted us.”
“Tell that cock sucker it better be here today or I’ll come down there and personally kick the shit out of him.” They all cringed at the pause. “Uh, fuck you! Don’t think just because I’m a girl and I make clothes that I can’t walk my ass down there and fuck you both up on my own. I better see those fucking boxes today or someone is taking a vacay to Sloth!”
There was a collective jump as she slammed the phone down.
“Hopefully food and flowers will calm her down.” He said uncertainly, pulling a bundle or flowers from a pocket space as he started towards the office.
Blitz was sitting behind her desk rubbing her forehead when there was a quiet knock on the door.
“What?” She called out in irritation, looking up to see the door open a little and a long, slender arm snake in holding flowers before it opened further and Stolas popped his head in. “Hey, sorry, just dealing with assholes.”
“I heard.” He smiled. “I come bearing flowers and food, and to have those measurements that you threatened me with to be taken.” Her snort made him smile as he sat on the other side of the desk and pulled the bags of food from a pocket space. “I hope this is acceptable.”
“Anything is great after dealing with that asshole. He’s going to hate the day that I actually go down there and kick the shit out of him. I’ll take Mills with me so she can tag in when I get tired.” Blitz smiled, tapping her chin in thought, “Although I wonder if I should call Tex and tell him to him to go kick some ass, it’s Bee’s dress that he’s fucking up the time table on.”
“For now, take a break, and eat. After lunch you can tell me how you need me for measurements.”
“Hope you don’t mind being a guinea pig for a bit.” She grinned. “I’m seeing a lot more younger Goetia, but a lot of my staff haven’t been trained for taking measurements when it comes to avian demons. I was going to ask Via if she would mind playing model, but I need your measurements anyway and I still might ask her.”
“No, I’m fine with that. I’m surprised that no one has asked why you, or your label at least, aren’t making my clothes now.”
“They have. Got shut down really quick with a simple explanation. I pretty much exclusively make women’s clothes, plus, you have a tailor that you’ve used for years and I wouldn’t want to interfere. Unprofessional and all that.” She shrugged. “I actually asked him for your measurements but he said that they were a few years out of date and asked if I would forward the updated ones when I got them.”
“Well, I’m glad that everything there is working out. Have you figured out ideas for Halloween?”
“I have a few ideas, fortunately it’s just a formal ball and not a costume ball, I really didn’t want to think up a couples costume.”
Once they finished eating Blitz led him out into the studio, grabbing everyone that needed lessons on taking measurements on avian demons. Blitz counted her blessings during the lesson that Stolas was very patient, no one was stupid, and no one got fired for trying to cop a feel with her husband.
How she managed to keep everything under wraps until the ball she would never know, but somehow she did, and it wasn’t until they stepped out of a portal and into the ballroom of Lucifer’s palace in Pride that anyone got to see what she’d made. Stolas wore black slacks and black ruffled shirt with a sapphire blue waistcoat and matching cloak while Blitz wore a long sleeved ball gown made from the same material. Everyone would assume that it was Stolas that had charmed the silver stars that floated around both of their outfits, but they’d be wrong. It wasn’t even something that she’d realized that she could do until after she’d moved both outfits to the private studio and was experimenting with what she could do with a scrap of the fabric. The younger crowd admiring the pair while the older turned their noses up at them, none having the audacity to approach as the prince and his consort outranked a lot of them and they would rather not approach than be forced to properly greet an imp.
Not that either cared as they chose to ignore the disgusted looks and enjoy the night and truly wipe away the memories of that terrible Halloween a decade previously. Her laughter rang out as Lucifer cut in on a dance and then proceeded to spin Blitz around the dance floor. There weren’t supposed to be cameras in the ballroom, but it was Hell and there was truly no way to predict anything. If pictures of her dancing with the king leaked, they leaked, it wouldn’t be the end of the world.
When they fell into their bed later that night, or early the next morning, they’d both been exhausted. Clothes had hit the floor without a care, showers grabbed, and both had fallen asleep almost as soon as their heads hit the pillows.
Halloween, of course, immediately led into Sinsmas season. And while the Sins and Goetia may not have observed it, the rest of Hell sure did, and it was Blitz’s busiest time of year. Between cocktail dresses and ball gowns, her schedule was packed with consults, fittings, meetings, and when she could arrange it, time to work on the piece that she contributed to the annual Sinsmas hospital fundraiser auction. Working on the dress had been great, she’d been teaching Octavia to sew, just as her mother had taught her, and a few nights a week when time and energy permitted they could be found sitting on the floor of the private studio hand beading the dress that would be put in the auction.
Considering Octavia’s fondness for taxidermy, it shouldn’t have been a surprise to Blitz that the owlet's fingers were nimble with a needle and her mind just as sharp. She needed very little instruction and was fine on her own after that. They would talk, listen to music, do whatever as they sewed. It was nice, an opportunity that Blitz never thought she’d have considering how much Octavia had hated her as a teenager, but considering that she’d learned exactly what kind of person her mother was in the days and weeks leading to her execution had left the owlet jaded and cynical until her father had set her Loona up in Sloth for a year so that each of them could have access to the help that they needed had helped more than either would have admitted at the time.
Octavia, it turned out, was a natural when it came to quilting, Blitz would admit freely that she was jealous. She had added another sewing table and machine to the sewing room just for Octavia, showed her where the box of what she called quilting scraps was located, and told her to have fun.
And she did precisely that.
The first quilt top was a moon and stars motif that she kept for herself and had on her bed. The second had been a surprise, the only two people that saw it were Octavia and Ozzie right before it was placed in the auction. Because the hospital was in Pride, the Sinsmas party and fundraiser auction were in Pride, and they’d offer to host it at the palace since it was more or less still open from their wedding reception four months earlier. Around the room were placed the different items that had been made for the year's auction. Several sins were present for the event, and strangely, more Goetia than normal. Lucifer was talking seriously with Belial and Ozzie, Loona and Octavia had peeled off as soon as they’d entered the ballroom to talk with Vaggie and Charlie. Alastor was conversing quietly with Carmilla Carmine, who’s own daughters had headed straight for Via, Loona, and the princesses.
“Quite the crowd we have tonight.” Stolas said with a smile, his hand resting on her shoulder as Blitz nodded in agreement. “Do you know what the surprise that Via mentioned is?”
“Nope, far as I know the only other one to see it is Oz. She took it to him to make sure it was acceptable to include.” Blitz answered as they meandered their way through the crowd, at least the looks from the Goetia present didn’t include the judgement and disgust that had been all to present at their wedding reception.
Unbeknownst to anyone inside, problems were beginning to stir up at the gate. The palace in Pride still had most of its regular security, but considering that the King, Princess, the Sins of Gluttony and Lust, and more than one Goetian king were present, the security had been understandably increased. Moxxie was outside with the incubus guards that made up a lot of Ozzie’s security forces, the imp had taken the time earlier in the night to warn the Captain from Lust about the subpar job that the hellhounds tended to do. He and the captain were at the gate checking tickets when an imp with large horns tried to sneak through and was promptly tackled by hounds.
“This is a private event, and only those with tickets are allowed in.” The incubus said in a haughty tone.
“My daughter is here and I demand to see her!” The imp yelled, kicking as he was picked up by his horn.
“If you don’t have a ticket, you need to leave.” Moxxie reiterated, “You can leave on your own or I’ll have you removed.” The former assassin watched the elder imp struggle before telling the hounds to toss him out and make sure that he didn’t attempt to reenter. He watched as they did before backing off a bit and activating the radio he had on him. “Millie.” He said quietly.
“What’s up Mox?” She responded, voice low.
“We just had an incident at the gate. Cash Buckzo just tried to get in, demanding to see his daughter.”
“Shiiiiiit” Millie sighed. “I’ll their highnesses know. Keep me in the loop if anything else happens.”
“Got it, love you.”
Millie looked around the room from where she’d positioned herself, the first one she could get an eye on was Loona, motioning for the hellhound who nodded and approached and knelt so that Millie could talk to her privately.
“What’s up?” Loona asked.
“We had an incident, I need you to quietly get Blitz and Stolas somewhere I can talk to them. Grab Barbie and Fizzarolli if you can.”
Loona successfully managed to get everyone, although Asmodeus had appeared with Fizz. They listened quietly while Millie relayed what she’d been told. Asmodeus had huffed in irritation as he pulled his phone and sent a text message.
“What does he want?” Blitz huffed, not really asking anyone but simply letting the frustration have a voice.
“That’s the million dollar question.” Ozzie sighed. “He’s up to something, no doubt about that, but fuck if I know what.” the sin shrugged. “For now, why don’t we go back to the ballroom, it’s about time to show off Octavia’s little surprise.”
Whatever it was that Via had made was hung at the back of the stage that had been setup, upon reentering the room Blitz, Barbie, and Fizz headed for the stage. Grabbing the microphone from the stand Fizz herded Blitz and Barbie on towards the center. He tapped the microphone a few times before to get everyone's attention before speaking.
“I hope everyone is having a good time!” Fizz started, “We’d like to thank you all from the bottom of our hearts for you buying tickets and coming out for the annual fundraiser for the hospital. Our goal when founding the hospital was to provide good, affordable care for those that were in need or otherwise unable to afford other options. This gathering, and the silent auction help to provide needed funds for the hospital to continue the work that they do. You’ve all had a chance to see pretty much everything in this year's auction, but there’s one more item that even we haven’t seen!” The Jester continued, eyes searching the crowd, “Princess, you want to come up here and show off your work?”
Via was ready to run when everyone looked at her, her dad giving her a gentle nudge toward the stage. Asmodeus helped her up the steps, it was clear that she wasn’t used to wearing the kind of dress she was in and he didn’t want her to trip.
“Ummm, hi.” Via started lamely, a few chuckles could be heard from the crowd. “I wasn’t sure if this piece would be good enough to include. It was only the second quilt that I made after Celena taught me to sew and quilt. I really need to thank Celena for being willing to take the chance on teaching me. We started with the hand beading on the dress that was included tonight as part of her label. She added a sewing machine and work area to her sewing room at home just for me, and I find the process to be very relaxing.” She continued. “When I started this one, I was wondering if I’d bitten off more than I could chew, but I hope that the finished product meets the standards of the other items here tonight.”
As the crowd clapped Blitz looked over to where Ozzie was and asked if he could move the display closer, which he did with a nod as Blitz pulled Via to where the pull cord for the cover was and took the microphone. “Can we get a countdown for this?” She grinned at the onlookers. “Are we ready? Ok, Three! Two! One!”
When Via pulled the cord and the cover dropped, the room went silent in awe before loud applause broke out.
“Oh, sweetie, it’s beautiful!” Blitz praised, the owlet looking away shyly.
The quilt that was revealed was oversized, and a pieced replica of the stained glass windows at the head of the chapel in the Cathedral. In the center was the design of Lucifer with the apple bracketed by representations of the Garden of Eden. The detail was stunning, even Lucifer, who stood there in the room was speechless.
“Is it alright?” Via asked, still self conscious about her work.
“Are you kidding?” Fizz chuckled, “This is amazing! How did you find the time? I know that you’ve only been sewing for a few months.”
“I’ll go down to the sewing room sometimes if I can’t sleep, or if I need to blow off some steam from my studies.” Via answered. “I was afraid I was invading Celena’s space until she added the table and machine for me, gave me my own corner in there really.”
Later that night, burrowed into her favorite fluffy chest feathers, Blitz sighed in contentment.
“How long does the auction run?” Stolas asked, pulling her in closer.
“A week.” She yawned. “I’d love to know how she kept something that size a secret.” Blitz felt the chuckle more than she heard it.
“Thank you,” the owl said, leaning down to kiss her. “For teaching her, for being so patient.”
“She’s a good kid, although she’s hardly a kid anymore. It was something that she’d been interested in, she asked me to teach her to sew probably six months ago after I gave a tour of the main studio. I promised that I would, but that it would have to wait until after the wedding because there was just too much going on. I’m glad that she enjoys it so much, the quilt she put in the auction is amazing.”
“I think the king will probably do his best to get it, he was absolutely amazed.”
“We’ll know by Sinsmas, that’s when the auctions end.” Blitz mumbled, half asleep. “Love you Stols.”
“I love you too, darling.”
A week later, he was proven right. Even Asmodeus was shocked at the unholy amount that Lucifer had paid for the quilt. He didn’t know where he was going to hang it, if he would hang it at all, but the angel had simply said that he had to have it.
Chapter 7
Summary:
Ozzie asks a favor of Blitz, Blitz asks Stolas for help with said favor, and things get a little spicy...
Notes:
First, there isn't actually smut in this chapter, the lead up is there, including very spicy overtones, but that's where it stops.
I hadn't planned to post another chapter so soon, This is only complete to Chapter 9 and I'm about half way through 10.
8 and 9 might have to posted together because they more or less occur concurrently in the story, just from different POV's.
Chapter Text
“Seriously?”
“You know that I wouldn’t ask if there wasn’t another option. Besides, this particular event is best when led by a man and a woman, you know that.” Ozzie told Blitz, knowing he was going to owe her big for asking this in the first place. “Is this going to cause issues with the shit that the Goetia insisted on?”
“As tempting as it is to say yes, actually no. The compromise is that the spells are on our rings, however adding another requires mutual discussion and consent, there is absolutely nothing about public acts. Although I’m sure that some of the prudes on the council will be absolutely aghast as they clutch their pearls. He was warned that if this came up I was dragging him with me.” Blitz replied before sighing. “I’ll talk to Stolas, but I can’t make any guarantees and I can’t unilaterally do this with someone else. Not that I would.”
“Oh, no. Fuck no, I wouldn’t ask you to. I know the amount of pure bullshit there was just for you to get married in the first place. They wouldn’t be thrilled about a Goetian Prince doing this kind of thing, but he’s an adult, a married man, and fuck them.”
“I, however, have a requirement before I even think about agreeing to this. The hall gets searched and everyone is checked for recording devices. I’m not saying that the picture leak from when Stolas proposed is your fault, but the last thing I really want to see in the paper is me fucking my husband during Lust’s annual Spring Orgy.”
“Not unreasonable, and already in the prep list. These events are supposed to be private anyway, the only thing that anyone is supposed to have entering the hall is the robe they have on.”
“I thought you were getting Verosika and her flavor of the month to host this year.”
“That was the plan, then she and said flavor of the month split and she accidentally got double booked when it came to events for that night.”
“I’m so glad I can’t have more kids.” Blitz muttered, the sin blushing at her unimpressed look. “You think I didn’t know what this particular event was for? An orgy set between two ancient earth fertility celebrations under a full moon known for fertility? Stolas is going to clock that in about five seconds. Why can’t you do it anyway? I know there’s a preferred coupling on this, but it’s not like you can’t swap gear for a night.”
The lovely thing about her relationship with Ozzie was that she could be completely candid with him and not offend him, not that one could really offend the Sin of Lust that easily where lust and sex were concerned to begin with.
“Short answer? Lucifer. He scheduled this mandatory sin meeting bullshit that I absolutely cannot get out of. Trust me, I thought of changing myself and doing it with Fizz, not really his thing, but he’s always up to a good time. Then I thought about leading it with Verosika, and we both found out about the scheduling bullshit while we were arranging it. You were the next on the list, I know that both you and Stolas don’t have anything official planned for that night, and if you had anything personal planned I’ll make up for it. Shit, I’ll make it up to you anyway because I know that this isn’t your favorite thing to do.”
“Fucking with an audience gets really old, really quick. Especially when you’ve had Valentino shouting from the sidelines.”
“I bet. What I wouldn’t give to do something about that asshole.” The sin mused before frowning, “Do I want to ask why you know that?”
“Let’s just say that I’ve done some things I’m not proud of to make sure that there was a roof over my head. I stayed out of those particular things after I adopted Loona. Also, I could probably arrange dealing with Valentino, free of charge.” She smirked.
“Don’t tempt me, Luci would have kittens.”
“Awww, c’mon Ozzie, Dad doesn’t need to know!” Blitz laughed, the rooster shaking his head and laughing. “I’ll talk to Stolas, but if he’s not on board there’s nothing I can do.”
“He wants us to do what?” The owl asked two hours later.
“That was about my reaction too.” Blitz replied, “All I said was that I would talk to you.”
“Why you? Us?”
“That wasn’t the original plan. Verosika was supposed to preside over it with whoever the flavor of the month is, because it requires a hetero pairing. Well, she and the flavor split, so then it was going to be her and Ozzie, but she got double booked and Lucifer scheduled some sin thing that Ozzie can’t get out of otherwise he’d swap equipment and do it with Fizz.”
“Does he know what night that is? Of course he knows what night that is.” Stolas huffed, even without pupils it was clear that he was rolling his eyes as he started pacing.
“Damn, wish I’d bet money on that one. I told him you’d clock it in like five seconds.”
“What do you know about this particular event?”
“Quite a bit actually. It’s one of the two I’ve done, in the interests of full disclosure, because it calls for an opposite sex pairing. I did it with Ozzie, Fizz watched the boys.” She admitted. “I’m very well aware of the fact that it falls between two ancient fertility celebrations and that particular night is the pink moon, also a promoter of fertility. Lucky me can’t have any more kids though.”
“You know that if I agree to this, the council will have a fit.”
“If you’re not on board Stols, I can tell Ozzie no. He’s very well aware of the bull shit, in fact his exact words in regard to the council was that you were married, an adult, and fuck them. He knows that he can’t ask me to do this with someone else, nor would he.” His pacing was honestly starting to give her a headache, she was irritated that this whole thing had been foisted off on her, fuck knew she had enough to do. “My stipulation was that the hall was thoroughly searched prior to anything because the last thing I really want to see in that gossip rag that passes for a paper out of Pride is us fucking during the annual spring orgy.”
“I don’t know Blitz,” Stolas sighed. “I knew this was a possibility given your proximity to Asmodeus, but the council will have an epic fit, not that they can actually do anything.”
“And?” It was pretty obvious that there was something he wasn’t saying.
“And I’m not sure I could perform in a room full of others.” He admitted lamely.
She could understand that, the same thought had crossed her mind the first time too, but fortunately Ozzie had been very understanding. “Not an unheard of concern. First, nothing has to happen, if we don’t do anything other than maybe kiss or make out, it’s fine. Also, there’s an incense that gets burned in there that acts as an aphrodisiac, so if you need a little help, it's there. There’s also curtains, they aren’t sheer, but they aren’t opaque, kind of in the middle, shapes are still visible, but not really distinguishing features. Ozzie doesn’t bother with them, but again, they're there. Everyone also signs NDA’s before going in that are magically enforced.”
“Will magic use affect anything?”
“Shouldn’t, fuck knows there’s enough magic running rampant through this particular event. Why?”
Stolas had been in his office when she’d found him after talking to Ozzie, looking for a book on one of the bookcases that lined the walls, so she’d perched herself on the end of the desk facing him, her hooves swinging back and forth as she told him about the talk with the sin. The smirk on his beak as he slowly sashayed his way toward her made her wonder what he was up to. He planted his hands on either side of her as he leaned in to nip lightly at her neck before whispering in her ear.
“I seem to not possess certain parts naturally, and if I am to satisfy my little consort, I will need to conjure them.” His smirk widened at the hitch in her breath.
“So I can tell Ozzie that you’re good with it?” She said breathlessly, turning her head to look at him directly.
Two weeks later, sitting in a large room with hellborne of various kinds in various states of fornication, Stolas was beginning to wonder if his wife had neglected to tell him something. He’d reduced his size to something easier to manage and work with, lounging back onto the mountain of cushions that would normally Asmodeus’s place with his smaller spouse leaning against him. He knew about the aphrodisiac incense, it wasn’t really affecting all that much at the moment, Blitz on the other hand was a completely different matter. Ten minutes into the event she’d broken out in a sweat, five minutes after that her breathing had sped up slightly. Voyeurism and public sex weren’t exactly kinks she had (the incident with Angel Dust aside), but he was beginning to wonder if she was as turned on as her body language suggested or if there was something else.
“Are you alright darling?” He asked quietly
“Yeah,” Blitz swallowed thickly, “Just remembering something I forgot about. The last time I did this I was with Ozzie so I wasn’t the focus.”
“Focus?”
“In an event like this, if Ozzie isn’t the one presiding, the one in his place acts as a focus so that all the lusty energy doesn’t dissipate. Right now, that’s me, and with everything channeling through me I could probably come untouched. Not as fun, but not complaining.” She explained, “As strong as it is, Oz is probably popping wood in Pride.”
Pulling Blitz into his lap he leaned forward and kissed her, the kiss returned with heat and fervor. The imp whining into his mouth as his fingers explored her body, followed by a gasped moan as they suddenly rolled over so that the owl was perched over her, a wicked grin on his beak as he ground against her.
Fuck, when had he conjured the dick?
“Tell me, my love,” Stolas whispered as he started to nip along her jaw, “What will happen if I fuck you senseless while you act in this capacity?”
The breathy chuckle he got in return lit a fire within him. “I’m sure that you probably already know, but it would be an even bigger distraction than the one he’s already getting.”
Blitz couldn’t help the pleased moan as she felt magic all around her, both Stolas’s and Ozzie’s, the sound of the curtains around them closing. The sound of his dark chuckle in her ear made her gasp out loud before he captured her mouth in a lust filled kiss.
“Why don’t we give Asmodeus a reminder of what he is missing?”
She loved when he could be a little mean, public sex wasn’t really his thing either, it never had been. But the prospect of a little payback seemed to get him going, especially if it left the sin that should have been there squirming in his seat in front of Lucifer.
Ozzie was kind of pissed off.
Of fucking course Satan hadn’t bothered to show up, the eye twitch told him that Lucifer was not happy either. He also couldn’t help but squirm in his seat, in retrospect, asking a pair of highly magical hellborn to preside over the spring orgy might have been a mistake. It wouldn’t be an issue if he was there himself, he’d be able to handle the influx of energy with no problems, but it was channeling through Celena and amplifying due to her own lust.
Thank fuck he could control his reactions, otherwise he would have had to deal with a really awkward erection.
Shit. Was it hot in here or was it him?
His mind was so far off in left field that he hadn’t even noticed that the others were gone until Lucifer touched his arm.
“You good Oz?” He asked in concern.
“Yeah, just very distracted.”
“Something wrong?”
“No,” Oz said quickly, voice higher pitched than usual. He couldn’t believe he was actually blushing, he hadn’t blushed in centuries. “The….. ummmmm….. spring orgy is tonight. It’s hitting me harder than I thought it would.”
“Really?” Lucifer was trying not to laugh at the rooster’s plight, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen Ozzie so out of sorts.
“Plan C might have been a bad idea.”
“Depends, what was plan A and plan B?”
“Plan A was Verosika Mayday and whoever she was currently dating, but they split a few weeks ago. Plan B was me and Verosika.”
“But you’re here.”
“Yeah, and she got double booked by mistake.”
“So who’s leading the orgy?”
“Celena and Stolas.”
Seeing Lucifer’s jaw drop in shock might have actually made it worth it, shocking someone as old as he was was next to impossible.
“You have a Goetian royal couple leading?”
“I was out of options!” The rooster replied defensively. “The council can’t say shit. Ok, they can say shit, but they can’t do shit. They’re both well within the limitations that the council insisted on, and as long as both are in agreement they could fuck everyone in that room and there wouldn’t be jack anyone could do about it. Not that they would, because those two are completely devoted to the other.” Ozzie went on, “It’s not like all the prudes didn’t know that one, she was in close enough proximity to me that she could lead these events, and two, that she had. The last one she did was a spring orgy, with me. And I apparently underestimated how hard this would hit me.”
“You know what, fair enough.” The angel nodded, “What's the worst that could happen? Celena gets pregnant?”
Both snorted at the thought and other impossibilities that came to mind.
Chapter 8
Summary:
When the impossible, becomes very possible
Notes:
So, several people made some very astute guesses in the comments, and I almost spoiled chapters 8,9, and 10 because I was working on 10 and wasn't thinking about the fact that it wasn't up yet.
I will say that 8 and 9 happen at roughly the same time from different POV's, 8 being from Blitz, Loona, and Via's POV, and 9 from Stolas's.
There's also something in this chapter that could potentially spin this into a forth story (which is not currently planned) or it could simply be a one off event, I haven't totally decided yet.
I'm in the middle of being the good little housewife (i.e. up to my eyeballs in laundry) so chapter 9 might go up later today, or tomorrow, hard to say. I had the opportunity to get 8 up because I'm between loads of laundry and dishes.
Chapter Text
Blitz was going to kill whoever got her sick.
Laying in her bed it was taking everything she had to not throw up, movement had her looking to the side to see Castor climbing onto the bed.
“Hey baby, what’s up?” She asked quietly.
“Are you ok mama?” He chirped, tucking in as close to her as he could.
“Yeah, just not feeling very good.”
“Will the baby be here soon?”
“What baby Castor?”
“The baby you’re going to have.” He said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“Mama can’t have anymore babies, sweetie. You know that.” Blitz told her little owlet softly, slowly running her fingers through his head feathers. “Why do you think I’m going to have a baby?”
“I had a dream that you had one.”
“Did you now?”
“Yup. I got a baby sister.” His eyes lit up with glee, it reminded her of when Stolas had been that age, the one day that they’d played together. If all four of his were red instead of one he would look almost exactly like his father. “Pollux doesn’t believe me though.” He pouted.
At some point as she lay there with Castor, Blitz managed to drift back off to sleep. Different images ran through her mind. Little snippets of Loona, Via, Castor, Pollux, her and Stolas. But then things that wouldn’t have made sense to her waking mind started to appear, Blitz in a hospital bed holding a baby, Stolas beside her leaning in for a kiss that she happily gave. The boys as teens swinging another child between them, a hybrid with curled black horns and imp eyes, but otherwise appearing owlish, her feathers a dark auburn color.
Then everything around her went dark.
Looking around she found that she was standing in the main hall of the palace in Pride, portraits lining the walls. She recognized a few from when Via was little, but there were new ones after that.
Her and Stolas on their wedding day.
Stolas with the boys and Octavia.
All six of them.
Then another of all six of them, but with auburn feathered owlet sitting on her lap.
The final portrait was her and Stolas, sitting in front, Loona at her right and Octavia at her father’s left. Between the girls were Castor and Pollux, with the auburn feathered owlet, now a young woman between them.
A sound drew her attention from the portraits, approaching steps. She gasped as Stolas approached, clothed totally in black, grief and fury on his face. Castor and Pollux followed similarly garbed.
“Have they been found?” Stolas asked.
“No Father.” Castor answered.
“But they will be brought here straight away when they are.” Pollux added.
Following the trio through the halls, Blitz realized that they were headed toward the ballroom, the sounds of sobs echoed through the room. Moving towards the sound Blitz found that it was the owlet with the auburn feathers sobbing brokenly into Octavia’s shoulder. She was confused, what was happening? Turning back toward where Stolas stood with the boys on either side of him she noticed a pair of hellhound pups, they couldn’t be any older than five or six, hugging his legs. Looking around she finally saw all of the people there, Millie and Moxxie not far from Octavia with a teenage impling, Millie dabbing at her eyes. She could see Lucifer with his daughters, Ozzie with Fizz, and Bee with Vortex, people of all ranks that she didn’t know names for, and a few she did. At some point as she looked around Stolas had picked up the pups, she could hear him talking to them quietly but didn’t know what he was saying. Moving around Castor she finally saw what they were looking at, horror filling her as she saw two funeral biers draped in velvet, flowers circling both.
Loona lay on one, her paws resting on her stomach.
On the other was a much older Blitz.
Waking with a scream, Blitz immediately bolted for the bathroom, barely making it to the toilet before being sick the umpteenth time. Stolas was awake and sitting with her within seconds, no longer bothering to hide his concern, he would give her the day to call Belphegor, and if she didn’t, he would.
Unfortunately duties had kept the owl from home all day followed by something at the main palace that he couldn’t get out of. Loona and Millie had been left to take care of Blitz who had gotten weaker as the day went on. Both were concerned, Loona exchanged texts with Stolas mid afternoon who assured the hellhound that he would call Belphegor just as soon as he could. They’d avoided bringing food into the bedroom because even the smell was making Blitz sick. She’d just gotten Blitz settled back into bed when she noticed Castor standing in the doorway, his small talons catching on the door frame as he fidgeted.
“Loona!” Castor said forcefully, “Mama needs to go to Auntie Bell now!”
“She’ll be fine Nugget, she’s just got a stomach bug, it’ll pass.” Loona told him softly from where he stood at the door. Privately she wondered if he was right, Blitz had been getting steadily sicker as the week had progressed. Her inability to keep anything down made her progressively weaker. Castor looked positively terrified as he continued to insist, tears in his eyes as he wrung his hands.
Via and Millie walked up to see what had Castor so upset as Loona looked at the bed, just in time to see the start of a seizure. Millie and Loona rushed to the bed as Via quickly picked Castor up and hurried away, yelling for Impington.
The princess was on her phone as she hurried back into the room. “Yes ma’am, I’m sending them through to you now,” She said into the phone. “Lady Belphegor will be on the other side of the portal, go now” Via told them as she opened the portal, Loona picked up Blitz and she and Millie hurried through.
Belphegor was rushing up as they made it through, took the limp form from Loona’s arms, and rushed away. Doing the only thing they could, the pair walked into the nearby waiting room, Loona dropping onto the sofa as she pulled out her phone. She tried to repeatedly call Stolas, each call going straight to voicemail.
Loona: Dad’s phone is going straight to voicemail.
Vee: I’ll see if I can get a hold of Vassago, he’s supposed to be there as well.
Praying to Lucifer that the parrot would answer, Via paced back and forth. She could hear Castor crying and wanted nothing more than to comfort him.
“Via? Is something wrong?” Vassago asked, hearing the sigh of relief from the owlet.
“Thank Lucifer, are you at the party my dad is at?”
“Yes, I stepped outside, Stolas is inside talking to Belial. Why?”
“Dad’s phone is going straight to voicemail. We had an emergency and Loona had to take Celena to St. Ann’s and Lady Belphegor.” She said quickly, “I need you to get him and tell him, he’ll know where to go in the hospital.”
“Fuck, I’ll get him.” He said and the line went dead.
Putting her phone back in her pocket Via rushed back to where Impington held her little brother.
“Nobody believed me!” Castor wailed as Via held him.
“Believed what, Cas?” She asked softly.
“I told Loona that Mama was sick and she needed to go to Auntie Bel, but she didn’t believe me!”
“How did you know she needed to go to Lady Belphegor?”
“I saw it,” The owlet sniffed, looking up at her sadly. “Sometimes I see things right before they happen. I tried talking to Uncle Ozzie once, but he thought I was playing a game.”
“Have you said anything to dad?”
“No, I didn’t think he’d believe me either.”
“When you see these things,” Via began slowly, “Do you see them in dreams, or do you see them when you’re awake?”
“Both. I saw Mama shaking before I tried to tell Loona that she needed to go to Autie Bel. I had a dream last week about why Mama is sick.”
“What did your dream tell you about why mum is sick?”
“That she’s going to have a baby. I tried to tell her, but she said that she can’t have any more. And I know she can’t, I know that she almost died with me and Pollux, but that’s what I saw!”
“It’s alright sweetie, calm down. When everything calms down, I’ll ask dad about you talking to Vassago, alright?”
“Why Vassago?”
“Because, small sibling of mine, Vassago, is a seer. He can tell you if you have the gift of sight.”
“But I can already see!” Castor protested in affront, wiping the tears from his feathers.
“Not that kind of sight,” Via laughed, tickling the owlet in her lap. “Sight as in the third eye.”
“Oh.” He deflated, still sniffling as he leaned into her. “I’m worried about Mama, Via.”
“I know sweetheart, but she’ll be alright, she has the best healer in Hell taking care of her.” She told him softly. “How about this, let’s go grab Pollux, make some popcorn and watch a movie.”
“But we’ll be up past bedtime.”
“I think it’ll be okay for one night.”
They actually ended up watching two movies, Impington keeping them supplied with drinks and popcorn until the boys fell asleep two thirds of the way through the second movie. Via thanking Impington for everything as he cleaned up the popcorn bowls and empty cups as she put the boys to bed. Her phone buzzed as she sat down on her bed with an incoming text message.
Loona: Everything good there?
Via: Yeah, just got the boys to bed. I let them stay up and watch movies to distract them.
Loona: I won’t tell the ‘rents if you don’t lol. Dad is staying here tonight, I’ll be heading back soon.
Via: Any idea what’s wrong?
Loona: I’ll tell you when I get there, it’s some wild shit. I’ll meet you in the kitchen, I need a beer or something.
When Octavia got to the kitchen Loona was already there and looked positively exhausted.
“Before you ask, no, she’s not dying.” Loona yawned.
“She’s pregnant, isn’t she?” Via asked just as Loona took a drink, the hound spitting it back out and coughing while looking at her with disbelief. “Castor told me that he had a dream last week that Blitz was going to have a baby, right after he told me that he had a vision of her seizure.”
“Vision? You mean like what Dad does?”
“Not really, Dad is a prophet, he reads and transcribes the prophecies that he sees in the stars.” The princess explained. “Think of it like this, Dad, and prophets like him, see the things that make up parts of the bigger picture, the larger events. On the other hand, seers, like Vassago, see the possible events within the parts that make up the bigger picture.”
“So Cas could be a seer?”
“I don’t know, maybe. I’ll have to talk to Dad about Cas seeing Vassago, he’d be about the only one that could say either way.” The yawn and shrug couldn’t be stopped, it had been a busy day. “Did Lady Belphegor say how it was even possible?”
“Nope, she’s stumped too. She said she was going to talk to Ozzie about getting more info on the potion that changed her since it’s still causing shit ten years later. Belphegor said that she would think that someone had fucked up the records if she hadn’t delivered the nuggets and done the hysterectomy herself. Somehow the stuff she took out grew back.”
Leaning back in her seat, Loona took a deep breath. “What I would give to be a fly on the wall when Ozzie finds out.” She mused, “As busy as those two have been, it doesn’t take a genius to figure out when it happened.”
Both of them grimaced as they shared a look. “Spring orgy.” they said together.
“I’ll pack a bag for Dad and run it out there, I imagine he’s still in a regalia.”
“Complete with fuck ass hat.”
“Regular room?”
“Yeah, Belphegor even joked about putting her name on the door.”
Chapter 9
Summary:
When the impossible becomes possible, and explanations are in short supply.
Notes:
This chapter starts roughly halfway through the previous chapter, it starts from Vassago's pov when Via calls him and then changes to Stolas's pov pretty quickly.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Parties had gotten marginally more tolerable since Belial had taken their father’s place, and even, dare he say it, entertaining when his wife was with him. But with her still not feeling well he’d had to come alone, at least Vassago was there, and Belial would at least give him a warm welcome.
“Stolas! Welcome!” Belial had smiled when he had approached. “Is Celena not with you?”
“Sadly, no.” Stolas answered, “She hasn’t been feeling well and decided to stay home, her daughter is keeping a close eye on her.”
“I’m sorry to hear that, she certainly livens things up when she’s present.”
“She certainly does, one of the many reasons I was unwilling to part from her when everything settled down.”
As they continued to chat they were interrupted when Vassago hurriedly approached, “My apologies sire,” He quickly said to Belial, “Stolas, you must come immediately, I know not what has happened but Celena has been taken to St. Ann’s.”
“Why didn’t someone call me?” Stolas demanded as they rushed from the room.
“They tried but couldn’t get through. Apparently the same wards that keep magic from working in the ballroom during parties also effects phones.”
“What do you know?”
“Not much, Octavia called me when Loona couldn’t reach you. She had already contacted Lady Belphegor and Loona and Millie had already left the house for Sloth.” Vassago replied as the pair exited through the main doors, Stolas waving a portal open and going through without stopping, the parrot right behind him.
A silver furred head popped out of a doorway as the portal closed behind them, “Dad!” Loona called, “in here.”
‘Here’ turned out to be a waiting room that he was all too familiar with. Millie nodded as the pair of birds walked in, Loona paced a circuit at the other end of the room.
“Vee was able to get a hold of you I see.” The hellhound said with a look at the parrot.
“Yes, we didn’t realize that the wards on the ballroom would also affect phones.”
“That makes sense actually,” Loona agreed grudgingly. “Mom had a seizure,” she said bluntly, “Lady Belphegor is with her now, other than that, I don’t know shit.”
There was no point in pestering anyone for information, if Belphegor was seeing to her personally they wouldn’t know anything until she told them herself so they settled in to wait. Loona curled up on one of the sofas in the waiting room, scrolling through whatever she was looking at on her phone until she fell asleep from exhaustion, Vassago, who had remained with them was dozing in another chair. But Stolas was quietly pacing, he had unclipped his cloak several hours before and thrown it over the chair that his hat sat in before the nervous energy had forced him into restless pacing. He noticed Loona wake up before he heard the sound of hooves coming down the hall, turning to the door just in time for an exhausted sin to walk in with a binder of some kind in hand.
“Sorry to keep you waiting.” Belphegor apologized, “Celena is in her normal room down the hall, I’m beginning to wonder if I need to put her name on it.” She snarked. “First, she’s asleep. We’ve got her hooked up to IV fluids and some pretty heavy anti-nausea drugs. It looks like the seizure was caused by dehydration, how long has she been sick?”
“A week or two,” Stolas started slowly, “It started with nausea, then vomiting that progressively got worse. I had planned to call you tomorrow because she was refusing to do so herself, insisting that it was a stomach virus.”
“The puking has gotten worse over the last few days.” Loona added quietly, sitting up on the sofa. “She’s had a hard time keeping anything down, the only thing that was staying down was chicken broth, but she couldn’t stand much before she’d feel sicker.”
“That’s what I figured, it took me so long to come talk to you because we had what I thought was an erroneous false positive on something. One false positive is not an issue, they happen, three is when you start looking at things a little deeper. We ended doing a CT scan and an ultrasound, good news is that we know what’s going on, bad news is that I have no fucking clue how it’s even possible.” Belphegor yawned before she could stop herself, standing up from the chair she removed a remote from the pocket of her lab coat and pointed it at a television they hadn’t even noticed. The binder turned out to be the case for a tablet and with a few swipes what she was seeing on the smaller screen was visible on the television. “Tests showed growth hormones in her system so the initial concern was some kind of tumor,” she explained as she showed them still images from the scan that appeared to show the stomach area, the images moved around on the screen so that more could be added, Belphegor added what appeared to be ultrasound images of the same area.
“Oh, fuck.” Loona whispered in shock.
“What is this?” Stolas asked, pointing to an object that was visible in each image.
“That is why your wife is sick. The cause of the nausea and vomiting is a case of hyperemesis gravidarum.” The Baphomet pursed her lips, trying to figure out how to finish what she needed to say. “I suppose congratulations are in order, Celena is pregnant.”
“How is that even possible?”
“Fuck if I know.” Belphegor snarked, “I would think that someone had done the paperwork wrong if I wasn’t the one that performed both the c section and the resulting hysterectomy. I need to talk to Ozzie because I don’t know enough about the potion that changed her, it’s been a decade but it’s still causing changes in her. This, and this,” She said while pointing to images on the CT “are both ovaries and a uterus. Somehow, and I can only think that it has something to do with the potion, caused them to grow back so slowly that it was never caught, but we also never looked. The two of you also seem to have impeccable timing considering that she got pregnant before a menstrual cycle could start from the new organs.”
Loona couldn’t help snorting, “More like they can’t keep their hands off each other.”
“I figured that was part of it too. The upside is that everything looks healthy, with only the single fetus she won’t be under as much strain as she was the first time, and I don’t see any cause for concern right now. I’d like to keep her for a few days just to be safe and get her back on a more even keel, I’ll talk to Ozzie about sending a nurse out to the house to monitor for a week or so if you don’t object.”
“No, that would be fine.”
The lights were low when he walked into the room that was more familiar than he really cared to admit. The heart monitor beeped quietly along with the occasional sound from the IV pump. She looked so small curled up on the bed asleep, pale from over a week of sickness. Setting his hat and cloak on a side table he walked to the bed and knelt down beside it, folding his arms on the bed to pillow his head he reached one hand for hers while being mindful of the IV. Her eyes fluttered open as he ran his thumb along the knuckles, mind idly pondering the difference in her hands from a decade ago, what had been large, masculine hands now the much more delicate and feminine hands, but no less strong than they’d been before.
“I’m sorry,” He said quietly, “I didn’t mean to wake you.”
“I’ll probably drift back off in a minute, she must have given me something good because I don’t feel like I’m going to hurl for the first time in two weeks.” Blitz yawned. “She figure out what’s wrong? I couldn’t focus on anything earlier.”
“Ummm, yes? But you wouldn’t believe me if I told you.” He could only smile at the exhausted snort, but he didn’t get the chance to really answer as Blitz drifted back off to sleep and within moments he did as well without meaning to.
Blitz was still asleep when Stolas woke up, Belphegor standing on the other side of the bed checking vitals. She looked at him as he started to stir, pointing to a bag that hadn’t been there when he’d fallen asleep and motioning for him to follow. Carefully pulling his hand back to not disturb Blitz, he stood and stretched, definitely getting too old for sitting for as long as he had.
“Go ahead and get changed, I’ll be in the hall when you’re done.” The sin whispered, waiting for his nod before leaving the room.
Grabbing the bag he stepped into the washroom and cleaned himself up as he changed clothes, taking a look at the sleeping imp as he stepped into the hall. He sighed in gratitude as the sin handed him a cup of coffee.
“I have something you need to see.” She told him simply as she started toward her office, opening a portal so that they could get there quickly.
The room was minimally furnished, her desk and chairs on one side, a large table in a nook on the opposite side.
“I’ve been working on Celena’s family tree off and on since the first time I saw her when I delivered your sons. I started working on it the old fashioned way, but recently became frustrated from the lack of records among the lower demons.” Belphegor admitted as she led Stolas to the table, a large sheet of paper visible on it.
Seeing the two sides of Blitz’s family was interesting, and gave Stolas a true look at exactly where she had come from. His eyes ran down the page until they reached the bottom where the print shimmered as whatever spell Belphegor used was actively working. As he watched he could see the start of a sigil forming.
“A Goetia?” He breathed.
“It would appear so. The spell has been running since shortly before I got the call from Octavia last night. Whoever Celena comes from tried very hard to cover their tracks.”
As they watched the spell finished and the sigil finally appeared, complete with name.
Raum.
“Fuck.” Both the owl and Baphomet said together as they looked at the paper.
“Of anyone, it had to be him .” Stolas grumbled. Running through what he knew of the other Goetia in his head, it made an obnoxious amount of sense. He could hear Belphegor muttering next to him and watched as she pulled her phone from her pocket and made a call, one hand holding the phone, one massaging the bridge of her nose while the other two were perched on her hips.
“Levy,” She began with a sigh, “I know you’re busy darlings, but can you possibly pop over to my office at the hospital? I have an issue I need your help with. Alright, I’ll see you soon.”
It was a matter of moments before a portal opened and the two headed Sin of Envy stepped through, giving Stolas only a half a glance before they moved to embrace the other Sin.
“Is this about the Princess Consort?” The siren half asked, looking at where Stolas stood.
“Partly,” Belphegor replied, motioning for her sister sin to the table that had the large piece of paper on it, both sets of the Sin of Envy’s eyes running over the research, all the way to the bottom that showed the now unobscured sigil.
“Interesting.” The water dragon hummed. “We were under the impression that the line had died out centuries ago.”
“You knew? I’ve been working on this on and off for a decade, and you knew?” The Baphomet gaped in incredulity.
“We knew that you were working on something of a side project, and that it involved the imp now known as Celena Bledsoe.” The siren side began, “And yes, Prince Stolas, we know that she was once Blitz Buckzo.”
“We did not learn of this through any kind of subterfuge,” The dragon continued, “Lucifer consulted with us on the creation of the glamor devices used to protect your sons.”
Both heads sighed and shared a look as they weighed what information to divulge, fingers tapping lightly on the table as they read over the genealogy layout on the table. One side being unremarkable, the other being so rich in it’s diversity that there was no surprise that it had created the individual that it had, even if the seeming impossibility of her abilities were the result of the actions of others.
“Seven hundred years ago, a child was brought to us. A hybrid from the coupling of a Goetia and one of my sirens, a child forbidden by Paimon’s own law.” Levy began, the two heads trading off sentences. “The father, an earl among the Goetia, had neither the desire or the inclination to raise the child. The mother, unfortunately, did not survive her labors.” Both sides smiled sadly as they looked at the name above the sigil, memories surfacing in both of their minds. “She favored her mother, so we raised her as a foundling as such. She woke with the dawn, the light of Envy sparkling on her siren scales in blues and greens, we called her Aurora, like the mortal realm’s Goddess of the Dawn. Her voice was….. magical. ”
“What happened to her?” Stolas asked quietly.
“She lived, she prospered, she had a family of her own.” They shrugged. “We never told her who her father was, only that her mother passed in childbirth. We thought it kinder that way than to tell her that her father rejected her for circumstances that she had no control over.” The sin answered. “We informed him when she passed, it shouldn’t have surprised us that Raum didn’t show up for the memorial. We were surprised when his heir, Radum, did appear. He told us that he didn’t even know that he had a half sister, he only found out because his father left the note we sent on his desk.” Leviathan lapsed into silence for a few moments before the Siren continued. “Her family stayed small, only one or two children in a generation, and only one having a child of their own. We’d only been watching from a distance as the years rolled on, by that time her descendant was living in Wrath appearing almost totally implike, there was a fire, and we thought that everyone in the house had died, that was three hundred years ago.” The sin’s faces smiled sadly in tandem, a moment passing before the dragon spoke. “The song Celena sang for you at your reception, it sounded like hearing Aurora again.” Their right hand traced the line that was the family line of Tilla Buckzo, “A most impressive bloodline, we would be curious to see what else awakes in her. We would also greatly appreciate a picture of the look on Raum’s face if he is informed.”
“At this point, I think if we have to contact anyone, it would be best to contact Radum first.” Belphegor remarked. “As far as I know, his gifts are similar to his fathers.” She looked to Stolas who only nodded in confirmation.
“We will take our leave, contact us if you need us further Bel.”
“Of course, thank you Levy.”
With twin nods the Sin departed, leaving behind a flustered sin and a dumbfounded owl.
“Well that answers that question.” Belphegor muttered. “I need to call Ozzie, knowing that Celena does, in fact, descend from a Goetia changes things. I only asked for the information on the potion in relation to other hellborn so now I need to make sure that I have everything about it. Do you want to head back to her room?”
“Yes, please. I’d like to be there when she wakes up, this will be an interesting conversation.”
“If she wakes up hungry I left notes in her chart for what they can bring her to eat, but it’s a toss up whether or not she will be.”
“I’ll see to it when she wakes.”
Notes:
For those curious, per the Lesser Key of Solomon (and I'm paraphrasing here):
Raum is the 40th of the 72 Spirits of the Ars Goetia. He is a Great Earl and takes the form of a crow. His job is to steal treasures from the houses of the kings as well as destroy the cities and dignities of men. He is also able to tell the past, present, and future.He seemed rather apropos when I was looking for a Goetia to toss in Blitz's family tree
Chapter 10
Summary:
In which Blitz finds out that the impossible is very possible
And Lucifer and Ozzie learn not to tempt Fate, Karma, and Murphy
Chapter Text
Stolas emerged from the portal into the hall outside the room, yawning before he opened the door. He was surprised to see Blitz starting to stir, she normally wasn’t a slow riser, but as sick as she had been it wasn’t surprising that she wasn’t as quick to wake as normal.
“Ugh.” She groaned when her eyes fully opened and focused. “How did I end up here?”
“You had a seizure brought on by severe dehydration.” Stolas told her, pushing a lock of hair out of her face. “You gave us all quite a fright.”
“I’m going to fucking kill whoever gave me this stomach bug.” Blitz grimaced, she didn’t feel like she was going to be sick, but she still felt like crap.
“You don’t have a stomach virus, Love.” The owl said slowly, not sure how to break the news as Blitz looked at him suspiciously.
“I’m not going to like this, am I?”
“Probably not.” he fidgeted, “You aren’t dying, and you aren’t actually sick.”
“I’ve just been puking my guts up for two weeks. It honestly feels like morning sickness times a thousand.” She mused, “But I know that’s not possible, right? I mean, everything had to be removed.” The owl fidgeting and trying to evade her questions was starting to irritate her, and she really wasn’t in the mood. “Just tell me Birdy, ok?”
“Ummmmm, you’re right about the morning sickness.”
“Excuse me?”
Rubbing his face and sighing, Stolas decided to just lay everything out on the table. “Belphegor is contacting Asmodeus to make sure that she has absolutely everything about the potion that changed you because even a decade later it’s still causing changes. Everything that Belphegor had to remove when she delivered the boys has somehow grown back. You’re sick, because you are pregnant.”
“Fuck.” Blitz sighed as she adjusted into a better position on the bed. “I owe Castor an apology, and you need to have a chat with your son. Two days ago he asked me how soon until I had the baby, he said he had a dream about it.”
“He’s having visions?”
“Maybe? Not sure, it’s been an off and on thing since he was four, I think. I wasn’t sure if it was a thing or if he was making up stories. Thinking about it, there were a few times that he told me that he saw things before they happened.” The problem with strong anti-nausea drugs, Blitz had found, was that they made her sleepy which in turn made it hard for her to focus. She was trying to think of something that she needed to tell Stolas when she fell asleep.
When she managed to float back up to consciousness Fizz was sitting on the end of the bed messing with his phone. Although it was hard to tell if he was playing something or scrolling Sinstagram. His eyes widened when he noticed that she was awake and without thinking he crawled up to her, moving carefully to not jostle her too much.
“Oz facepalmed yet?” Blitz yawned, grinning tiredly at the snort from the jester.
“If he did I missed it. Bel told him what was up and he called Lucifer and said they weren’t allowed to make jokes about you getting pregnant again.” Fizz couldn’t help the laugh at the look on her face. “Apparently, when you and Stolas led the orgy, the two of you had him so riled up that he zoned out in that meeting. Lucifer couldn’t believe that he had the two of you leading, but then one of them made the joke ‘what’s the worst that could happen?’”
“Let me guess, that was followed with ‘Celena gets pregnant?”
“Pretty much.”
“I feel like shit Fizz.” She groaned. “I didn’t even feel this bad when I was preggers with twins. I have too much to do, I’ve got shit coming out, there’s stuff that needs to be signed off on for the circus fundraiser, I have work to do!” The tears that fell were more from frustration than anything, she wasn’t even thinking when she rolled over to face Fizz, the jester wrapping his arms around her.
“Everything will be fine.” He soothed, “We can set everything up so you can work from home just like you did when the kids were little, Elly and Blair have a handle on things in the studio, we did this all before, we can do it again.”
“I can’t be useless for the next five months Fizz, I’m not wired that way and everyone knows it! I’ll drive Stolas and everyone around me insane in a week!” Before she took another breath to continue her diatribe of needing to be productive Fizz had laid a finger over her mouth.
“Don’t even think about licking it,” He told her with a mock glare. “You’ve spent the last decade working your ass off, whether it’s been to take care of the boys, getting your label running, or whatever else there is running around in that head of yours that’s telling you that you have to earn your keep can shut the fuck up for a bit. Take some time for you, let your bird handle things for a bit, talk to Mel when you get situated.”
“I’m sure that Mel has better things to do than listen to me bring up old shit.” Blitz griped.
“Isn’t that what you pay her for?” Barbie’s voice suddenly said, another body climbing onto the bed behind Blitz. “Before you ask, the King of all people made up an excuse for my boss and kidnapped me, then brought me all the way to Sloth.”
“You know, when Oz told me that he had to let Lucifer know about exactly how badly I got fucked over, I didn’t think that would mean seeing him that fucking much. Like him being around so much that my kids call him Uncle Luci. Sometimes I feel like I’m Belphegor’s little test subject, she handles all my medical stuff because I’m the only known imp to survive this.” There was a part of her that felt a comfort that she hadn’t realized that she’d been missing for all those years with Fizz and Barbie curled up around her, but then there was the guilt. The feeling that she’d disrupted whatever they had going on because of something that she’d done.
“You can ditch the guilt trip baby brother.” Barbie said quietly. “I can tell that’s what you’re doing.”
Brother. Fuck, that was something she hadn’t heard in a long time. Barbie only said it when it was just them, one of the few good things to come out of getting fucked over in the beginning was that her sister was actually making an effort to talk to her. And while it had taken a while, their relationship was actually pretty good.
“Can’t help it.”
“We know.” Fizz added quietly.
“I’m scared, and I’m sick and tired of being sick and tired.”
It was clear that Blitz was gearing up for a rant, and they both just let her. She needed to get it out and both imps were more than familiar with Blitz’s tendency to bottle things up and then explode later.
“What are you scared about? Belphegor says everything looks fine, there’s less strain on your body because you’ve only got one in there this time.”
“Stolas missed me being pregnant the first time, and this one is already so much worse, what if he can’t handle me like this? He put up with Stella, what if he doesn’t want to do it again?” The tears were already falling as Blitz looked at Fizz. “I love him so much, I don’t want to lose him, I don’t want to lose anything, but in the end I always lose everything somehow.”
“First, that bird is crazy for you, he’s been worried sick since you got sick. Second, there is no possible way that you can be worse than that crazy bitch. Ozzie heard stories back in the day about how she was when she was gravid, pretty sure that Stolas must be on the short list for Hellish sainthood.”
“Probably.” Blitz conceded. “But I know I wasn’t the easiest to deal with the first time.”
“You had your days, and we expected it because we didn’t know what to expect. The change had just happened, you got knocked up roughly a week after the change. You were going through a lot of funky shit that wouldn’t have been possible for you less than a year before, so we just kind of took it in stride. Honestly, other than the morning sickness, the only thing that we really worried about was the day that Barbie showed up and we were worried that the stress would send you into labor two months early.”
“I said I was sorry.” Barbie grumbled, smiling at Fizz when they heard the snort between them.
“When Belphegor told me that I couldn’t have any more kids after the twins, I was sad, but I understood. Figured that if I had any good karma that I’d stop there, trying to get anything better would probably be tempting fate.” She sighed heavily, “We also still don’t know what Cash’s deal was, or is since no one knows what rock he’s climbed under for the moment. My greatest fear is him getting a hold of my kids.”
Cupping her face gently, Fizz forced Blitz to look at him, “Cash Buckzo will never get a hold of your kids. I’ll make sure of that, Barbie will make sure of that, Stolas, Ozzie, and fuck, even Lucifer will make sure of that. Whether the Ars Goetia like it or not, your twins are heirs, confirmed magical. Stolas was on the phone with that parrot guy about him going out to yours and talking to Castor, you’ll have to tell me why because I haven’t heard that story. Oh, and Ozzie did facepalm over that, so now I’m really curious.”
“Ummm, a couple of days ago Castor climbed onto the bed with me, asked me when I was going to have the baby, of course at that point as far as I knew I couldn’t have any more. Then, right before I had the seizure he tried to tell Loona that I need to see Belphegor right then.” Blitz said. “Apparently he tried to talk to Oz a few years ago about seeing things right before they happened and Oz thought he was playing a game, he hadn’t said anything to Stolas because he didn’t think he’d be believed again. At least that’s what Via told Stolas.”
Barbie and Fizz looked at each other in surprise, but a sudden quiet snore got both of their attention. With a quiet laugh Fizz grabbed extra pillows as they situated around Blitz to keep an eye and maybe nap as well.
“Hey Barb.” Fizz whispered.
“Yeah Fizz?”
“Feel like bankrupting some bookies in Greed?”
“Fuck yeah, which ones?”
“Did you hear about the ones that were running the books on when Blitz would have a kid after the wedding?”
“Oh, I forgot about that! I’ll run down to Greed just as soon as she’s out of here.”
Blitz knew one thing. Bed rest sucked.
She’d been home for a week, not only was she about to lose her mind from boredom, she was about to snap from having everyone on her ass about behaving. Last thing she really wanted was to end up back in Sloth, and as overly cautious as Stolas was being he would cart her back down there for a hangnail. And it wasn’t just Stolas, everyone was acting like she was made of glass and Belphegor was monitoring everything .
Ozzie did finally facepalm when Belphegor confirmed that Blitz was roughly eight weeks gone, putting conception on or around the spring orgy. The owl and imp both knew that was exactly when it had happened because they’d been too busy in the weeks before and after to have actually done anything.
The first day that she’d been home Castor had clung to her and refused to let go, he’d stayed at her side until he’d fallen asleep that night and Stolas had carried him to bed. Both boys had been cuddled up with her when she woke the next morning, the owl chuckling as he came in with the light breakfast that Blitz was able to keep down. She was allowed to answer emails, sketch, and binge whatever she wanted on Voxflix, a nurse would be by everyday to check on her and everyone had strict instructions. Belphegor would be watching and Blitz knew that if she stepped too far out of line she’d be back down in Sloth in a heartbeat. Elly and Blair were keeping the studio going and going to Fizz if they needed anything.
In the first few weeks after she was released from Belphegor’s clutches, Blitz was convinced that Fizz was right, Stolas should be on a short list for Hellish sainthood. Not only had he dealt with Stella, but he was putting up with her whining with a smile, a kiss, and holding her hair on the infrequent occasions when the nausea got the better of her. By twelve weeks most everything had calmed down, she could eat without getting sick, but occasional bouts of nausea still crept up.
In the end she spent a lot of her time making final arrangements for the circus that Lucifer had approved while she’d been on her honeymoon. Fizz and Barbie, the traitors, were going to be on the trapeze and she was going to have to park her happy ass in the VIP box with Stolas and the boys. The company themselves were handling most of the production, but the chance to get Fizzarolli on a trapeze and Lucifer in the center ring made them jump at the chance.
Blitz was really disappointed when the opening night of the circus came.
Disappointed was the wrong word, but she wasn’t to the point of being pissed off.
It had been incredibly surprising how easy it had been to pull a circus together in Pride. Although when you were looking for a circus and told them that Lucifer was acting as the ringmaster, they seemed to fall over themselves for the opportunity. They also hadn’t dicked around with them on the costs, something that had surprised all of them.
She desperately wanted to be in the ring with Fizz and Barbie, the pair of them pulling moves she hadn’t seen in over twenty fives years.
Instead she was parked in the VIP box with Stolas, Castor, and Pollux. Her four month pregnant self reduced to observing rather than the performing that she’d rather be doing. She understood why, fuck, she was grateful to just be out of the house. Fizz had walked them around behind the scenes, making sure that Blitz got to see the horses before walking them to their box.
She and Stolas remarked on the mixture of spectators, the stands filled with everything from imps to sinners to even some Goetia with children roughly the same age as Castor and Pollux, Belial was there with his grandchildren in a box not far away.
Finally the lights went down and spotlights hit the center ring, silence falling as everyone’s attention was drawn to it until finally, out of a plume or red smoke, Lucifer appeared to applause. He thanked everyone for coming and supporting the cause, and asked for a round of applause for Blitz for finalizing the plans even though her delicate condition kept her off of the trapeze that she had planned to be on when the plans had started to be pulled together. Then he called for the first performance and disappeared back into red smoke. As the ring filled with entertainers Lucifer had quietly entered the box behind them, kneeling down next to where Blitz sat, smiling at the boys who were enthralled with what they were watching.
“Remind you of being their age?” Lucifer asked.
“No,” She laughed, “At their age I was in the ring and on the trapeze. It looks a lot different when you grow up in it.”
“I bet. Just wanted to come see how you were, I haven’t been able to make it out to Lust with everything going on.”
“Better, being preggers still isn’t a cake walk, especially at my age.” Blitz smiled, hand running over her clearly pregnant stomach. “We’re still arguing over names.”
“Any hints from your little seer?” He grinned, glancing at Castor. Vassago had talked to him while she’d still been in the hospital and confirmed that not only was the little owlet a seer, but a strong one. The three of them were still discussing Castor apprenticing with Vassago when he was old enough and possibly sitting as an heir for him eventually.
“He says that he’s getting a little sister, we’ll see when the time comes.”
The king chuckled lightly, pulling a plush horse from a pocket dimension, “For the little one,” He said as he handed it to her before turning to talk to the boys for a moment, conjuring little replicas of his own hat for them, little plush snakes wrapped around the crown before he had to get back to his place.
She wished that she could pull her owlets into her lap as they watched and cheered and pointed things out, but sadly the boys were growing and her lap had significantly less space as another baby grew within her. Castor and Pollux watched in awe as their Uncle Fizz and Auntie Barbie flew on the trapeze, and asked if she’d really done that when she was their age. She laughed and said that she had once upon a time.
Stolas had reached across and took her hand as they watched, the circus held happy memories for him, and she was glad that she was part of them.
Chapter 11
Summary:
Three words that Blitz never wanted to hear again....
Harvest. Moon. Festival.
Notes:
Y'all. I've been bouncing around like a toddler with a sugar buzz waiting to drop this one.
This is the point at which the story actually diverges from canon fully, or at least this is where the final divergence happened. Revenge Served Old and When Worlds Collide were both started around September of last year, and while this one saw it's initial concepts around the same time, the actual timeline didn't fully start to flesh itself out until November.
Chapter Text
“Say what now?” Blitz asked, trying to make sure that she’d heard what she thought she’d heard.
“You heard me, the Harvest Moon Festival is coming up in Wrath, and as you know, I perform the annual cursing of the fields.” Stolas repeated, looking down where Blitz sat on his lap as he rubbed lotion on her five month pregnant stomach as they sat on their bed. “It’ll be…”
“If you utter the words “ a weekend of fun and no work.” you’re sleeping on the sofa in your office.” She interrupted.
“Oh come now, darling, it won’t be that bad. We can take the boys with us, they’ve never been to Wrath.”
“Suuuuuure, let’s drag our kids to a festival full of inbred fuckwits in the middle of bum fuck nowhere Wrath so that Daddy can open a portal for thirty seconds and the moon can shine it’s wonderful fuck all light on the fields.” The mention of Wrath filled her with a fear that she was in no way prepared to articulate, realizing suddenly that a lot of that was related to something that she knew Stolas hadn’t been told about, and fuck no she wasn’t going to tell him. “I don’t want to go to Wrath, it’s just, a lot of bad memories. And it’s hot, and dusty, and I’m soooooo fucking pregnant.” She whined.
“I know my love, but Belial asked that you accompany me, he thinks it will be good for others to see you out in an official capacity.”
“Ugh. Is it too late to give the title back?” She groaned, rolling her eyes at the laugh she got in return. “He does know that I’m massively knocked up, right? Like will be two weeks from due date at that festival knocked up?”
“He does and is making sure that you will be taken care of if anything untoward should happen.”
This was such a terrible idea, she just knew it.
Wrath was hot.
It was always fucking hot, and dusty. There was a time when she didn’t really mind Wrath, that had ended with an asshole cowboy trying to kill her bird. If someone had told her over a decade ago that one day she would be back in Wrath, not as the prince’s bodyguard, but at his side as his wife and consort, she probably would have flipped them the bird after punching them in the face.
It probably wouldn’t have been so bad, if she wasn’t sooooo fucking pregnant. Belphegor had been unamused when Blitz had been told that while her presence wasn’t required, it was strongly requested. The sin’s ultimate response had been to send a medical team with them. Medical teams were on hand for the games, but Blitz had groaned when told that there was a whole ass ambulance reserved just for her in case things went south. So now two weeks from her due date, Blitz found herself sitting beside Stolas as he presided over the games, just as he did every year. At least the chair had a back, unlike the last time she’d been there for the festival when the owl had been given the rattiest looking stool that had probably been pulled out of a barn as an afterthought.
This shit honestly terrified her. It was no secret that a Prince of the Ars Goetia had married an imp, one that he’d already had children with. Fuck, the wedding had been broadcast on TV, live. All of Hell got a front row seat to the panic attack that she’d almost had at the altar when Belial had appeared with a crown and named her Princess Consort. She couldn’t pretend that there weren’t imps in the crowd that resented her, thought she was a sell out. She’d done what no imp had ever done before, she’d truly risen above her station. There were some that thought she was a sell out when she was simply a designer working for Asmodeus, that sentiment was why they’d hidden for so long that she was an imp.
It was as things got dark while Stolas opened the portal for the Harvest Moon to shine through and she stood several paces behind him that the wraiths descended, screams ringing out as chaos took over. She watched as he closed the portal and turned before darkness filled her field of vision and her hooves left the stage as she was lifted into the air, the scream of an angry eldritch owl nearby. She’d seen these fuckers once before and had nightmares for months afterward, as far as she knew Stolas didn’t know about it. Ozzie was the only reason that she hadn’t lost her head on live television after he interceded, using the crystal that had still been hers at the time to claim jurisdiction. There had been no proof of what Andrealphus was accusing them of, and Blitz had not one, but two sins behind her. Satan had been unamused, but had had no choice but to let them go. Ozzie had evaced them quickly after that, everyone was ok, mostly just jittery, but Blitz spent the night throwing her guts up from the rather epic adrenalin crash. She could imagine that if she survived whatever was happening now that she would undoubtedly be giving a repeat performance. She could hear Stolas’s angry cries and the beat of his wings as she struggled to get out of the wraiths grip, hoping like hell that he would be able to catch her if she succeeded, the only thing that succeeded was her passing out from being jerked around as the fucker holding her tried to avoid her husband.
When she finally came to the first thing that she noticed was the hard, dusty ground that she lay on, ‘ great’ she thought ‘ still in fucking Wrath’. A wave of nausea rolled over her as she pushed herself up, the other going to her stomach. She wasn’t bound, but she could tell that wasn’t alone, her heart rate and breathing skyrocketing as a dark chuckle echoed through the room. Terror was the only thing keeping her mouth shut as light slowly filled the room, but not any light, light from the fires below, her eyes locking onto Satan as his eyes glowed and his figure silhouetted as he sat on his throne.
“You feel familiar, little imp, but I do not remember seeing you before me in the past.” The giant dragon rumbled. “But I also feel an interesting mix of magics in you that I should not.”
Blitz didn’t know what to do, for once her mind was completely blank on witty, smart ass comebacks. Terror overriding everything, terror for herself, but more so the terror she felt for the child she was carrying.
“Nothing to say for yourself Princess ?” Satan sneered on the word. “How in Lucifer’s Hell does an imp become a princess within the Ars Goetia?”
Blitz couldn’t help the terrified giggle that came out. “With the blessing of Lucifer and a Goetian king.” She answered, trying to keep her teeth from chattering.
“You? Had the blessing of Lucifer and Paimon? I don’t tolerate lies, little imp.”
“For fuck sake! I’m really getting tired of telling this story!” Blitz yelled as her mind started working again, but probably not in the best direction. “Fucking call Asmodues, call fucking Lucifer! Ask them! Also, catch up on current events asshole! Lucifer dethroned Paimon five years ago! Not to mention that there’s more than one Goetian king!”
“Lucifer dethroned Paimon? I highly doubt that, you remind me greatly of another mouthy imp, one with very similar scars.”
“Yeah, fuck you. Surprised you notice, no one fucking cares about imps, at least until we make a move at upward mobility. Where's your little shrink, get him to look.” She bit out, looking at the flying whatever the fuck he was, “Go ahead, look. You’ll find where Lucifer dethroned Paimon and replaced him with his oldest son, Belial. Where Lucifer officiated my wedding and Belial named me Princess Consort of the Ars Goetia, wife of Prince Stolas.”
“Stolas, huh? I should have known that he would be involved here somehow.”
“Ummmm, Satan?” Yogirt said quietly.
“What?”
“She’s umm, she’s right. It’s all here, Lucifer has retaken his place in Pride, dethroned Paimon and replaced him with his son.” The little counselor relayed, “Oh my Satan, did you design your dress? It looks fab in these pictures!”
“Yeah,” Blitz laughed unexpectedly, “It’s kind of what I do, my team and I made the dresses for Princess Charlotte’s wedding too.”
“ENOUGH!” Satan bellowed, the flames surging up from below. Blitz screaming and pulling a shield that Stolas had taught her around herself. The Sin of Wrath, recoiling at her use of magic. “An imp? With magic? Imps don’t have magic.” He growled as the shield failed, manacles appearing around Blitz’s wrists. “Imps aren’t made for magic.”
“Oh trust me, I fucking know.” Blitz griped, pulling on the chain that had appeared with the manacles, holding her in place. “Been fucking me all up for a decade. It’s great being Belphegor’s fucking guinea pig.” The vitriol was all she had to cover up the fright as she felt a sudden dampening of her clothing. “Fuck, no.” she whispered.
“Who are you?” Satan demanded.
Pulling herself as straight as the chains would allow. “I am Princess Consort Celena Rhiannon Bledsoe of the Ars Goetia, wife of the High Prince Stolas of the Ars Goetia.”
Before more could be said the doors behind her slammed opened, Blitz cowering down from the loud sound. She could see Ozzie and Lucifer pass on either side of her as they moved further down the walkway as she collapsed to her knees, tears rolling down her face. Suddenly, the manacles disappeared and she sagged back into a body behind her, her eyes closing in relief. She almost screamed when a hand touched her face, eyes snapping open and her vision filling with the sight of Stolas.
“Are you alright darling?” He asked quietly.
“No,” She answered, “My water broke.”
“Bel knows what’s going on and is on standby, take Celena directly to her in Sloth.” Lucifer ordered without turning around.
Without a word Stolas had cradled her in one arm and hurried away, opening a portal even as he ran, Satan’s throne room in Wrath quickly becoming the hallway of Belphegor’s hospital. Blitz could hear the blood rushing in her ears, it was so loud that she almost missed hearing Belphegor’s yell for Stolas, faintly she could hear him say that her water had broken.
“Celena,” Belphegor said, hands on either side of her face, moving her head so that the imp was looking at her. “Sweetie, I need you to calm down, take a slow, deep breath for me. Good girl, now another. That’s it, just relax, everything is alright, you’re safe here.”
Her ears started to clear out so that she could hear, finally taking a shuddering breath before a sob broke loose.
“I feel like shit.” She managed to croak after a few minutes.
“I’d be surprised if you didn’t. I can only imagine how you’re going to feel when the adrenaline wears off.”
“Yeah, keep a bucket handy because I’m probably going to puke my guts up like the last time this happened.” She heard the hum of acknowledgement at the same time she heard the squawk from Stolas. “Can we save the explanation for when we’re alone Stols? Please?” Blitz asked, a pleading edge to her voice.
“Let’s go ahead and get you to your room, that way you can get out of those clothes and I’d like to get a monitor on you and an IV.”
She hissed a few times as Stolas moved her, as the adrenaline subsided bruises were starting appear that hadn’t been noticed or were revealed as she changed into a gown, Belphegor getting both a heart monitor on her and a fetal monitor strapped to her stomach as well as the IV. Leaning back into the pillows she took a deep breath, she felt fucking exhausted, but she hadn’t been sick yet, knock on wood. Stolas stood against the wall in front of her, he’d been quiet while Belphegor had been hooking everything up.
“I have the distinct impression that there is something you haven’t told me.” He said quietly when they were finally alone.
Her laugh was brittle as she looked at the ceiling, chin quivering slightly. “There is probably a good bit I haven’t told you, mostly because it hasn’t come up and it was such a shitty experience that my mind kind of represses it until something brings it up.” She mused, “Granted that covers a good bit of my life so other than starting the fire that killed my mom, it’s really the extra shitty things that tend to get pushed really deep.”
“Alright, what happened that involved Wrath? Specifically, what happened in Wrath that I don’t know about?”
“It’s not so much Wrath specifically, as it is the Sin of Wrath.” She clarified, “Two months after I left the party where I got a good eyeful of you tongue fucking some rando incubus the team and I got drug before Satan because your then brother in law decided to talk shit after Stella spilled the beans to him about the book. I managed to talk Satan out of killing the others, but I was less than a minute from losing my head on live TV if Ozzie hadn’t interceded. I was, at the time, still wearing one of his crystals, ergo I was under Ozzie’s jurisdiction. IMP was running legally, and Satan couldn’t say shit. He wasn’t happy, but he had to let us go because one, Ozzie, and two, everything the peacock was saying was hearsay. He went on this bitchy rant about imps being made to be obedient, and not rising above our station.”
“Why did I not know of this?”
“Fuck if I know. Vassago was there, he can confirm it, he was pretty pissed off that you hadn’t even been told. Of course, now that I think about it, I wonder if that was part of why they went ahead with sending me the package bomb.” Blitz wondered, “But either way, Oz got us the fuck out of Dodge and everyone was okay. The others were shaken up, obviously, I ended up staying with Fizz that night because I couldn’t stop throwing up. Fuck, I had screaming nightmares for six months.”
“Calm down darling, your blood pressure is high enough as it is.”
“I’m sure it is. If I had thought for one minute that Satan would get pissy, I would have kept my happy ass at home in Lust. As it is, I think both of our phones are still in Wrath, I hope Lucifer or Ozzie thought to let someone know where we are. I never should have stepped foot in Wrath, too many of the imps there see me as a sell out. A lot of the reason that it was kept secret for so long that I was an imp when I was just working for Ozzie was because of the sentiment that I sold myself to the Sin of Lust, some think the same thing about Fizz, it couldn’t be further from the truth, but it is what it is.” She sighed, grimacing as pain rolled through midsection, she slowly breathed through it. She knew what it was, and as much as she hoped that it was one of the false contractions she’d been sporadically having, given that her water had already broken, she didn’t think there was much luck on that one as she looked at the clock on the wall over Stolas’s shoulder. “I’ll probably have to apologize to Belial later, I have no clue what happened to that fancy fucking headband that he insists I wear for official shit.”
She smiled slightly at the snort, a decidedly odd sound from an owl, as she heard him move across the room and pull a chair up next to the bed. His finger’s weaving between the fingers of her free hand. “It fell off when you were grabbed by the wraiths, I almost tripped on it when I was changing to follow.”
The mental image of a half shifted eldritch owl tripping on her crown of all things made her laugh. There was a quiet knock on the door and Belphegor stuck her head in, “Are you good for others to be here? I’m afraid that if Loona doesn’t see you soon I’m going to have to tranquilize her.”
“Yeah, it’s fine.”
The words were no sooner out of her mouth than the sounds of claws and talons on the tile floor could be heard, Loona and both boys running in and falling in a heap of feathers and fur. “Mom!” All three yelled. Loona was first to make it to the bed, whining as she moved, noting the bruises on Blitz’s wrists.
“Fuck, hoped I’d never see these again.” Loona muttered, gently moving her arm to see the severity.
“You and me both. Make sure that the bucket stays close though, I haven’t been sick but the night is still young.”
“How long till you get out of here?”
“After our new addition makes their appearance. Apparently being stupid pregnant doesn’t mix with adrenaline surges, my water broke while Satan was having his bitch fit.”
“Did he recognize you?” Loona asked worriedly.
“He said something about I felt familiar, and made mention to, and I quote, another mouthy imp with similar scars .” Blitz answered, closing her eyes as she felt another contraction roll through, they weren’t bad, but she knew they wouldn’t stay that way. “He wanted to know how an imp became a princess within the Ars Goetia. He’s also apparently bad at keeping up, he didn’t know that Lucifer dethroned Paimon. His little emotional support shrink said that my wedding dress looked fab in the pictures online.” She laughed with a wince.
“Fuck yeah it did.” Loona laughed.
“I may have fucked up though. He got super pissed, fire almost to the ceiling super pissed, and it was stupid because all it was was the little guru asking if I made my dress, told him yeah, my team did the dresses for the princess’s wedding too. Guess he didn’t not like being the center of attention cause he got pissed, I just remember screaming and I cast a shield spell without thinking. That was when the chains came into play and my water broke, fuck I didn’t even get to make a joke about it being kinky. He demanded to know who I was, gave the official name, that was when Lucifer and Ozzie showed up.”
“Lovely,” Loona groaned, grabbing another chair and sitting beside the bed opposite of Stolas. “Vee should be here soon, she was grabbing Dad a change of clothes and she’ll take the nuggets home with her.” She nodded at the boys who had both managed to climb onto the bed and were clutching Blitz, they’d been standing at the back of the stage when she’d been grabbed.
“Do you want to head home with them?” Blitz asked, running her fingers through soft head feathers, she wasn’t sure who because she hadn’t gotten a good look at who went where when they’d climbed up.
“Nope, I’m staying right the fuck here. Vee’s also bringing clothes for me because I need out of this suit. The M’s are packing everything up that we took to Wrath and should be on their way home about now. Lucifer evidently wasn’t happy with Satan and Ozzie beat a very hasty retreat not long after you got here. I brought the boys when he was able to confirm where you were, otherwise I would have taken them home to Vee. Needless to say, other than her portaling out and then back, the house is on lockdown.” Loona explained, stretching out in her chair, “Oh, and I have your phones. Your big bro wants you to call him Dad.” Loona added as she leaned across the bed to hand Stolas his phone, laying Blitz’s on the tray table.
“I’d ask which one, but I already know.” Stolas grumbled, scrolling through the missed notifications. “I’ll call him after Via gets here and I can change.”
Chapter 12
Summary:
Just when Blitz thought that her day couldn't get worse, she now has to explain everything to someone much higher in the Hellish pecking order.
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They lapsed into silence then, the only sound being the occasional sound of the blood pressure cuff on Blitz’s arm doing its programmed check and the sound of tapping as Stolas responded to messages. She saw Loona’s ears perk up before she heard the steps in the hall, the sounds of two pairs of boots. Via walked in then, holding a bag that was obviously changes of clothing, followed by Lucifer. The jump in both her heart rate and blood pressure got everyone’s attention when alarms went off.
“I need to speak to Celena, privately.” Lucifer said before anyone could say anything, Stolas and Loona both looking unsure.
“It’s alright, go get changed.” Blitz told them softly.
Loona closed the door quietly behind them, leaving the King and Imp alone. She couldn’t help the snort as he threw a privacy spell at the door, they both knew that both the owl and hellhound would listen in, regardless of their insane hearing.
He must have noticed the grimace and slow breaths before saying anything because he waited until she relaxed to start. “How far apart?”
“About ten minutes. They aren’t bad at the moment, just uncomfortable.” She answered, opening her eyes to look at where he stood across from her. “How deep in the shit am I?”
“You aren’t. I’m not happy about some things that I learned, but the fact is that even if I were inclined to dole out some punishment it wouldn’t be anything close to what you’ve already lived through.”
“Unless you wanted to take Satan’s route and just kill me. I might need to warn my therapist, I can’t imagine that screaming nightmares and a newborn are going to be a great combination when it comes to mental health, again.”
“What happened?”
“You’re going to have to be a bit more specific sir. My life is one long series of fuck ups and cluster fucks.”
He nodded, trying to figure out how to rephrase in a way that wouldn’t have her deflecting, but in a way that didn’t stress her out more than she already was.
“I saw the transcript of when you got hauled in there the first time. For the record, anything decided that day would have been invalid because I wasn’t even notified of it.”
“All due respect, that really wouldn’t have mattered if he’d gotten his way and had me killed on live TV.”
“I know.” Lucifer sighed, “And I’m sorry that happened. How much of what the Marquis said was actually true?”
“Not much. He accused me of forcing myself on Stolas, which was bullshit, everything was consensual and we never did anything that he didn’t ask for and fully consent to. Truth be told, the reverse was true, it was Stella that forced herself on Stollas, that was how Octavia came into being because of the Goetia and their demands about precautionary heirs. But don’t tell him that I said that.”
“The assassin?”
“Was sent by Stella. I didn’t find that out until a few years ago. We stopped Striker during his first attempt during the Harvest Moon festival about a year and a half before my personal shit show. The second attempt was when Stolas was kidnapped out of the middle of Pride, when he almost died.” Blitz swallowed thickly. “My biggest regret is that I didn’t go when he called me. Loona had an appointment for a Hellbies shot that we had to wait five years for, so I sent Millie and Moxxie. They barely made it in time, Stella called off the hit because evidently she realized that if he died everything went to Via and she wouldn’t get shit.”
“Where is the assassin now?”
“Dead. I put a blessed bullet in his head the night I took my kids back.”
“Probably overkill, but understandable.”
“No such thing as overkill. Plus, he was the asshole that took the boys in the first place.” Blitz said through gritted teeth as another contraction started, this one a bit stronger than before. “Before I answer what I’m pretty sure the next question is, will anything I say be used against Stolas?”
“No. It would be pointless and counterproductive at this point. IMP hasn’t operated for almost a decade, your daughter is carrying the legally obtained and registered Asmodean crystal that you were carrying that day, and Stolas is in possession of his grimoire just as he should be.” Lucifer sighed a tired sigh, he’d been at the hotel helping Charlie when the breaking news had hit the tv of wraiths grabbing a Goetian princess in Wrath, and he only knew of one goetian princess in Wrath. By the time he made it there Stolas was already in pursuit, Lucifer quickly following him. Ozzie’s ‘oh fuck’ as he stepped out of a portal when they reached Satan’s palace told them both that the Sin of Lust knew something that neither of them knew. They’d been hurrying through the halls when they’d heard her scream. Sitting in the chair that Stolas had been occupying he watched as she clenched and unclenched her hand, she jumped when he moved to hold her hand. “Squeeze if you need to, you won’t hurt me.” He smiled. “They getting worse?”
“Yeah, and closer together.” Blitz exhaled as she relaxed.
“Tell me about the book, and the deal.”
“Yeah, I figured that was coming. The book was all me, how I knew about the book is a long, convoluted story so let's just leave it at I knew what it was and what it could do. I went in to steal it, got busted, but still got the book. The deal was the agreement we made for its continued use, having had as much therapy as I’ve had I fully realize exactly how fucked up it all was.” For whatever reason she was embarrassed, she hadn’t been embarrassed since she was a teenager, and what was worse was that he knew it! She could see the smirk on his face from the corner of her eye as she looked at the ceiling, making her wonder exactly how much of it he actually knew. “The deal was that I could use the book to run my business and on the night of the full moon I would bring it back so he could do whatever he needed to, and indulge in, as he put it, a passionate night of fornication.” Blitz finished with an eye roll, not surprised at the snort she heard, but the full on bout of laughter caught her by surprise.
“Night of passionate fornication? He actually said that?” Lucifer asked before letting go of her hand to double over in laughter as Blitz huffed and crossed her arms over her chest.
After a few minutes he calmed and sat back up while wiping tears from his eyes. “You need some water over there chief?”
“I’m good,” He practically giggled, “I haven’t laughed that hard in centuries.”
“Glad to be of service.” She rolled her eyes. “And yes, he really said that. But it’s Stolas we’re talking about, are you really surprised?”
“Not really, was just caught off guard.” Lucifer hiccupped, the grin on his face was nice to see, most of the time when she saw him he was in serious mode so seeing him bent over laughing hysterically made him seem more…. normal. “So what happened between the two of you? I’m just curious, Ozzie told me that something happened regarding the crystal, but he wasn’t totally sure of the back story.” He frowned a little when she seemed to deflate.
“Pretty much what happens when two damaged people try to communicate. The crystal was a gift so that I wouldn’t need the book. He wanted something more, and I couldn’t wrap my head around it, despite how much I wanted it too. I’d grown so defensive because of shit in the past that I couldn’t understand how Stolas, a fucking prince of Hell, would want me, a no name imp.
I thought he was discarding me,” She continued softly. “I thought that the crystal was a payoff for me to go away, I got stupid angry and said a lot of things that I’ll regret until the day that I die, next thing I knew I was in the driveway next to my van. In reality, the crystal was to essentially even the field, he wanted me there, but only if I wanted to be, not because he was holding the means of continuing my livelihood, to remove the transactional nature of our relationship.” Blitz couldn’t help the tears, “The next night was that party he was at that spent months trending on Sinstagram, and yes, I was the subject of the motherfucker song. Two months later I was hauled in front of Satan, and two months after that was when I got bitch slapped with the shit that completely and thoroughly fucked my life. Of course it could be argued that it fucked my life for the better, I went from abrasive asshole assassin to Lust’s hottest designer, and finally princess consort. Of course a large number of imps now see me as a sell out to the royals, but you know what? Fuck them.”
“Anything else I need to know about? Just in case it comes up in the future?” Lucifer asked, more as an afterthought as he turned over what she’d already told him in his mind.
“Nothing else illegal, probably unethical and definitely immoral. But as I told Stolas, sometimes I don’t remember things until they come up because I repressed them due to how shitty the experience was.” Blitz hedged, “And all the shady shit happened before I was declared dead by you.”
“I don’t know, I heard about you and Angel Dust the night before Charlie’s wedding.” He smirked.
“There was nothing immoral about that. Two consenting, unattached adults having some fun. Ok, it was also semi public, but no one saw anything, and for fucks sake, it was just a blow job!” She couldn’t help the hiss as the pain started again.
“I’ll go get Bel, your family is probably also getting concerned.”
“Yeah, they tend to worry.”
Standing from the chair Lucifer laughed, “From some of the stories I’ve heard, no wonder!”
It was almost deja vu to several of the people standing outside the room, watching the sleeping imp in the hospital bed several hours later. Belphegor, Ozzie, Lucifer, Loona, and Stolas looked in, each with similar thoughts running through their minds.
Closing the door so as not to wake her patient, Belphegor sighed. “I gave her something for the pain that should help until things progress further, along with something for nausea, hopefully that will hold off any vomiting from the adrenaline crash.” Pursing her lips, she looked at Ozzie. “Make sure that her therapist knows what’s going on.”
“Already talked to her. She caught what happened on the news just like the rest of us, Fizz talked to her before I did and told her what was going on, fortunately she already knew about before.” Ozzie replied. “Hopefully it isn’t as bad as last time.”
“How bad was it?” Stolas asked, “I know she had nightmares.”
“Bad. They started pretty much right after, they were still happening when shit hit the fan. I think the night the change happened was the only night that I hadn’t gotten woken up by my dad screaming in two months.” Loona added quietly.
“Oh birdy babe, it wasn’t just nightmares. It was screaming nightmares, she would wake up multiple times a night screaming. Thankfully they started to taper off before the twins were born, I know that she’ll still have nightmares when she gets really stressed though.”
“She will, but I think there’s only been one time where she woke up screaming since we came back together.”
“Any idea on how long until showtime?” Lucifer asked Belphegor.
“No way to tell really,” The Baphomet answered, looking at her tablet. “It’s just a matter of how her body progresses. This way she can get a few hours of rest hopefully before it’s go time.”
Three hours later Blitz woke with a pained whine as a contraction rolled through her midsection, Belphegor walking in a few minutes later just in time for the next one. Things progressed quickly from there, instinct that she didn’t know she had pushed Blitz into a squatting position, Loona and Stolas on either side supporting her as she cried through each contraction. But even the pain couldn’t take the edge off of her tongue, she’d told Stolas that she loved him, but he needed to stop talking. The owl simply nodded and only answered when she spoke to him directly.
The only one spared Blitz’s tongue was Belphegor, the sin’s soft voice giving her instructions when needed and not talking unnecessarily.
“When you feel the urge, push as hard as you can.” She instructed, wiping the imp’s brow.
It was as the sun rose over Sloth that a small, feather covered body slipped from her, the imp collapsing in relief and exhaustion. The owl and hound helped her lay back as Belphegor cleaned the baby up, unhappy chirping cries filling the room. The sin handed the baby to Loona so that she could get Blitz cleaned up and make sure that everything had passed as it was supposed to. When Belphegor was finally satisfied that everything was good, the baby was handed to Blitz. She couldn’t help but cry, her eyes taking in the small body in her arms. Small black horns poked out of the auburn feathers, the white heart shaped face and beak so like her father. The little beak parting in a yawn before her eyes opened to reveal the same gold and red eyes that Blitz had.
Fuck, she was tired.
And she was having a rather wicked case of deja vu, it only ratcheted up further when Stolas’s hand rested on her shoulder as he leaned in to give her a kiss. It was something that would bear talking to Vassago privately about.
They’d still been tossing names back and forth, but the one they both fell in love with came from Loona.
Cordelia.
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The stay in Sloth post delivery was thankfully brief and uneventful, Stolas bringing her a comfortable outfit when Belphegor finally released her and gave Stolas a list of things to look for because knowing Blitz she either wouldn’t say anything or would completely disregard it.
It wouldn’t be the first time on either account.
Castor and Pollux had been hoping with excitement to see their baby sister, complete with Castor sticking his tongue out at Pollux and saying “Told you so!”
That is of course not to say that the first few months with a newborn were a cakewalk.
They absolutely weren’t, but the difference between when she’d had the boys and now with Cordelia, was that she had help and so many people that were willing to watch the little owlet so that Blitz could grab a shower, or a nap, or a meal.
It was when Cordelia was two months old that Blitz had to go back to doing the more public parts of her job. She tried to avoid openings as much as possible, but this one she just couldn’t get out of. It wasn’t an official event, but of course Belial was pushing it like it was, meaning that both Blitz and Stolas had to come out crowns and all. She hadn’t even worn hers since it had fallen on the stage in Wrath when Satan decided to have a conniption fit about something that could have been cleared up with a fucking email, or better, a phone call.
They were thirty minutes from the start of the show when Blitz had broken off from everyone to check things backstage, a file folder in hands and Millie in her wake.
“You good B?” Millie asked as she followed Blitz down the hall.
“Yeah, it’s just a show, nothing I haven’t already done a hundred times.” Blitz replied, looking over a file in her hands, the skirt of her dress swishing around her ankles. “I just need to check and make sure that everything is good and then we can go back to the others. Honestly, my biggest concern is whether or not leaving the kids with Via and Loona was a good idea or not.”
“Ah, they’ll be fine. Loona has the boys handled and I’m sure that Via is fine with Cora.”
Millie watched from the hall as Blitz checked what she needed to and reflected on Blitz now versus Blitz a decade ago. The brash asshole that she’d met in that bar in Wrath all those years ago was mostly gone, unless you got her mad, then it roared right back to life. But standing in front of her now was nothing short of a Lady. From the floor length cocktail dress all the way to the crown on her head, there was no doubt that Blitz was still part of her, but the imp in front of her was all Celena. Millie held a lot of respect for her, she always had. She’d been around long enough to see Blitz build IMP and then got to see what she’d pulled off in a relatively short amount of time when she’d had to rebuild her life from the other side of the fence. She still had her days, of course, when she couldn’t believe that this was her life.
Making her way back to the hall, Blitz closed the door behind her. Millie fell in beside her.
“You know,” A voice suddenly said, “I always wondered what would have happened if I'd been given two beautiful daughters.”
Blitz stopped in her tracks, back going ramrod straight as she slowly turned around and watched the last person she ever wanted to see come out of the shadows.
“Instead of a daughter and a fuck up.” Cash Buckzo smiled wickedly.
“This is a restricted area. You need to leave.” Blitz told him, trying to play off that she didn’t know what he was talking about. She could hear Millie on the radio reporting the security breach.
“You look like your mother, I admit that I was surprised when I figured out that it was you, Blitzo. But then figuring out exactly where you’ve gotten? Working for a Sin, married to a Prince. Congrats on getting married, Your Highness.” Cash replied with a sneer. “And fuck, you’ve got kids too? That’s low, even for you, keeping them away from their Grandfather?”
“I don’t know what you are talking about. My father is dead.” Blitz’s mind was screaming to get out of there, but all the fucking etiquette lessons were helping her hold her composure, Stolas would be proud if he could see her. She could hear footsteps rushing down the hall behind her.
“Oh, fuck.” She heard Fizz gasp.
“That’s cold, even for a fuck up like you Blitzo. Maybe I should just go out to that fancy place you have and see them myself, heard you and your bird just had a little girl.” Cash’s grin was no less menacing, Blitz’s heart felt like it was going to beat out of her chest as she tried to maintain her composure. “And I’m disappointed in you, Fizzarolli. Keeping my grandkids from me!”
“Fuck you Cash.” The Jester snarled. “You need to fucking leave before someone here makes you.”
“You always were good at cleaning up his messes. Or should I say her? Who did she piss off to get this kind of backlash, what did you have to tell your Sin to cover his ass? Or is she fucking royals for protection, tell you what though, that was an awful fancy wedding if it’s just to service some birds.”
“Cash, listen to me,” Fizz said quietly, stepping in front of Blitz, hands held up in a placating way, “You don’t know what you’re talking about and you need to leave before you have a Sin and the Goetia tear you apart.”
“No, the princess over there owes me! I deserve something for what happened, either she pays up, or I’m sure that all sorts of demons would love to get a piece of those kids!”
That turned out to be the exact wrong thing to say. She could feel the arrival of both Stolas and Ozzie, but the anger and the blood rushing in her ears kept it from registering. Blitz was moving before either could grab her, one second she was standing as still as any statue and the next she had Cash pinned against the wall, eyes glowing, lights glinting off of the gems in her tiara and a knife at his throat.
“Get anywhere near my children, and I’ll rip your throat out myself.” She hissed, the older part of her reveling in the shock and fear in his eyes, the newer part terrified at the threat he posed to her children. Had it been anyone but Stolas’s hand that touched her shoulder she would have fought them, but the feeling of the long, slender fingers calmed the storm. Millie took the knife from her hand as Stolas pulled her away to a side room, a green room for getting ready.
It was then that they learned another limit to her control. They’d all seen her slip when she was terrified and exhausted, but there was a decidedly different manifestation when she was filled with unbridled rage. Her hair was moving like it was caught in a breeze when in fact it was moving because of the red aura she was manifesting, glasses on trays at the far end of the room began to shatter where they sat as she paced, eyes far away and a snarl etched on her face.
“Stolas,” Ozzie said as he took a single look at Blitz when he walked into the room. “Get her out of here before she destroys something more than some glasses. Fizz and I will cover for her.”
Ignoring the sting of the magic rolling off of her, Stolas picked Blitz up, waving a portal open to the clearing in Pride that he’d taken her to the last time she’d had a control slip. But unlike the last time when he’d had no choice but to back off, this time it seemed like the cooler air hitting her skin immediately cooled the magic and anger that had clung to her, both calming to a simmer within seconds.
Kneeling down on the grass that had grown since the last time that anyone had been there, he carefully set her down on her hooves and watched as her arms wrapped around her. He wasn’t sure if it was from cold or the need to self soothe, Cash Buckzo had always been a touchy subject for Blitz, one that wasn’t brought up unless necessary.
“Why won’t he just leave me alone?” She asked brokenly, tears filling her eyes as she looked up at the owl. “Haven’t I suffered enough?” Phantom pain filled her as she clearly remembered the last time she’d seen Cash, outside the hospital after trying to see Fizz. He’d screamed at him, his hand wrapped tightly around a freshly burned wrist before backhanding him and turning his back. The years that immediately followed had been months of sessions with Mel, slowly packing up the trauma of everything she’d done to stay alive, the do or die mindset that had been what kept Blitz Buckzo going until he couldn’t anymore, when Blitz was gone and Celena remained.
The news of her sick child had been received with disappointment, but understanding at the show that Ozzie and Fizz had covered her for a week before. Stolas had watched with concern at the amount of caution that his wife moved with, even in the privacy of their home. But it seemed like the universe knew exactly when to pull the proverbial rug out from under her.
Blitz had been sitting on her sofa, feeding Cordelia a bottle, the television on quietly when the program changed and the 666 News started. She was looking around for the remote to change the channel when her world dropped out from under her.
“I’m Katie Killjoy!”
“And I’m Tom Trench.”
“No one gives a fuck about you Tom,” The bitchy sinner reporter started. “We have some interesting news first up! Get a load of this shit, confidential sources are telling 666 News that the wife of Prince Stolas isn’t who she says she is! That’s right! Princess Consort Celena Bledsoe, is actually Blitz Buckzo, the former owner of the now defunct Immediate Murder Professionals, or IMP! We obviously don’t know how he lost his dick and got tits but we’ll keep digging!” Katie Killjoy crowed, the screen showing side by side images of her both before and after the change. She didn’t know how they got the picture before the change, but the after was from an appearance that she’d made with Stolas.
How she managed to not drop the baby she would never know, but suddenly Impington and Millie were right there with her, the butler taking Cordelia as Millie tried to get Blitz to speak. She could hear them talking, but it was like listening underwater, Millie grabbing a nearby waste basket right before Blitz slid to the floor and was sick. One moment she knew that she was sitting on the floor with Millie trying to talk to her, the next she was in Stolas’s arms sitting on their bed. He must have felt her move because she heard the sigh of relief he slowly let out, his hat was nowhere to be seen and she was wrapped in his cloak, the smell of lavender and the warmth helping her relax.
“What happened?” Blitz asked quietly.
“You disassociated, although I think the reaction is completely understandable.”
“Is Cora alright? I was holding her.”
“She’s fine darling, Impington took her while Mille stayed with you. He got her settled and then called me.”
“Good. I need to find Moxxie.”
“He is currently dealing with issues at the gate, why do you need him?”
“Because I need my flintlock and a blessed pistol.” She growled, “I’m going to shut that bitch up permanently and then I’m going to put a bullet in my sperm donor.”
“You can’t go kill a reporter darling.”
“Watch me!”
“Blitz! Listen to me! As much as I would love to let you, you can't kill that Killjoy woman, and killing your father would just bring more attention to the situation at hand!” Stolas insisted as she started to struggle to get out of his arms, but only succeeded in getting more tangled in the fabric of the cloak she was wrapped in. He knew he was going to regret his next move, but she wasn’t giving him any choices, she didn’t even see or feel the magic that he gathered as he cast a sleeping spell and watched her body go limp. The move had been desperate, he needed her to stay where she was but if the old Blitz was going to come back out that would be easier said than done. Untangling her limbs he laid her on the bed and pulled the covers over her, he needed to ward the property to keep her in, she’d never succeeded in creating portals on her own, but she could shadow travel short distances. Hoping that she would sleep for a while the owl chose to cover his bases and get Loona to sit with Blitz just in case she woke before he finished, first, because Blitz would never hurt her daughter, and second because Loona was adept at containing her mother.
Two hours later Blitz was still asleep, Stolas had warded the property to a fare thee well, and Moxxie was dealing with the displeasure of reporters camping out front. From the windows of his office Stolas could see the news vans sitting outside the property while trying to pay attention to the conference call that he had on speaker. Under normal circumstances he would be honored to have Lucifer converse with him, but the fact that the call also included Asmodeus, and Belial, not to mention that the subject at hand concerned his wife.
“How is Celena?” Lucifer asked, concern in his tone.
“At the moment, asleep. Loona is watching over her.” The owl sighed, “I fear that she’s going to be quite angry with me when she does wake though. I am the reason she’s asleep, the spell was the only way that I was going to keep her from permanently killing a reporter and tracking down Cash Buckzo, but more than that she’s going to be absolutely livid when she finds out that I warded the property to keep her from leaving on her own.” in the background of the call he could hear Fizzarolli whistle and say ‘ oh fuck, yeah, she’s gonna be pissed.’
“Don’t forget though, when angry or scared enough she is capable of breaking wards.” Asmodeus rumbled, “She should have not been able to get to Pride on her own when the boys were taken but she somehow managed to break the tether I had on her.”
“That is a large part of why Loona is with her. Loona can distract and contain her, and no matter how desperate Blitz is, she won’t hurt her daughter.”
The sound of a circus themed ringtone rang out in the background and a muttered ‘ shit’ from Fizz. “It’s Barbie.” He said as he answered the phone.
“Fizz, what the fuck is going on?” Barbie demanded before he could say anything, “I’ve got reporters banging on my fucking door.”
“Shit, Barb, calm down, Oz can you open a portal here for her?” Fizzarolli asked, the sound of a portal opening over the phone speaker. “Barb, when was the last time you saw Cash?”
“The fuck? I haven’t seen him since he showed up at my door looking for Blitzo! He ghosted me after coming to me for money right before I went to rehab, called me once since then but I told him to go fuck himself.” She said hotly, but her voice was calmer when she continued. “Fizz, please, what is going on.”
“Someone leaked to the news about what happened to Blitz.”
“Where is she?”
“She’s here.” Stolas answered, “According to the text Loona just sent she’s awake and in her studio.”
“Can a portal be opened through your ward Stolas?” Ozzie inquired.
“Yes, would you like me to open one so Barbie can come here?”
“Please,” Fizz said quickly, “Maybe Barb can talk her down.”
With a sigh the owl opened the portal, Fizzarolli and Barbie stepping through, the jester immediately heading to the studio with Barbie in tow.
Blitz was exactly where Fizz expected to find her. Slouched in her chair, hooves up on the edge of her desk, sulking.
Her eyes focused on Fizz when he entered the room. “So people can get in, but I can’t get out. Nice, and exactly who is my husband conspiring with to keep me contained?”
“No one, he’s just as worried as everyone else.” Fizz told her, Barbie walking in behind him, taking in the room in awe.
“Has my shit fucked up your life again?” Blitz asked as Barbie focused on her.
“I have no fucking clue, because no one has told me shit. I called Fizz because I had reporters banging on my door.”
“Incredibly short version, our sperm donor has somehow figured out what happened. Not how it happened, but the end result. He decided to show up at the show I had in Envy last weekend that I had to leave prior to start. Officially it was because one of the kids was sick, unofficially it’s because Cash snuck in and decided to make some not so lowkey threats involving my children.”
“Not to mention that you were so angry that shit was exploding around you.” Fizz muttered, Barbie looking at him in confusion.
“Exploding? What?” Confusion filled Barbie’s voice as she listened to them, Not missing the shark-like grin on her sibling’s face.
“Oooooh, that’s right, Barbs doesn’t know. She’d headed into parts unknown before that shit started and didn’t come back until after everything settled down.” Blitz grin widened as Barbie focused on her, just as she pulled on her magic to make herself look like she used to, followed by a succubus, and finally a Goetia before returning to herself.
“The fuck?” Barbie whispered in disbelief. “When did you learn magic?”
“It woke up during the change, a lot of things did. Belphegor spent literal years trying to figure out where it came from; it turns out that on Mom’s side of the family is a Goetia, we just don’t know who until recently. The potion that was used to change me, essentially rewrote me, it didn’t just make me a woman, it woke things in the genetics that we share that have slept for centuries.”
“You didn’t show her the best part.” Fizz laughed.
“I wish you wouldn’t say that.” Blitz rolled her eyes, “Literally the only thing they’re good for is getting shit off of shelves when Stolas isn’t around.”
“You make it sound like she has fucking wings.” The snicker and eye roll were the only warning she got before the succubus wings appeared. “No, Fizz is right, that is the best part.”
Blitz didn’t even reply, just sat back and flipped off both of them.
Chapter 14
Summary:
Things have gone from annoying, to downright concerning as new players with unclear motives have entered the game.
Chapter Text
“Verosika! What do you think about the reports that Celena Bledsoe is in fact Blitz Buckzo?”
“Are you fucking with me? Who said that shit?” The Popstar grimaced. “First, I know for a fact that that asshole Blitz is dead, and there is no way that Celena is Blitz. I’ve worked with Celena more than once on tour costumes and clothing for premieres and events, I can tell you that whoever started that rumor is a fucking moron. End or story.”
“So you don’t believe it?”
“Believe it? Fuck no. Celena is one of the best people I know, and her kids are absolute sweethearts.” The succubus visibly sighed on the camera feed. “Look, I was sad to hear that Blitz had died during a botched hit upstairs, and as much as I loathed the fucker, there was a time when I cared a great deal for him. There might be similarities between them, but Celena isn’t Blitz, and never has been.”
“I think I owe Ver something nice.” Blitz remarked from where she was curled up next to Stolas on the sofa.
“Do you think that will calm things down?”
“Don’t know. I hope so.”
After three weeks it seemed like the ‘leak’ had blown over, especially after Verosika had said on live TV that there was no way that the awesome person that is Celena Bledsoe was in way, shape, or form that fucking greedy asshole, Blitz Buckzo. Not to mention that she’d been told personally by one of Blitz’s employees and Asmodeus himself that Blitz was dead.
End of story, anyone still pushing that rumor needed their head examined.
At the end of the month Blitz was determined to go back to the studio. She even had a playpen in the corner of her office for Cordelia. Stolas hadn’t been keen on the idea, either of her returning to the studio or taking Cordelia with her, but Blitz had been adamant, she’d worked and taken the boys with her to the studio, she would do the same with Cora.
Everything had been fine when she stepped into the studio the first time. Everyone gushed over Cora, who in turn absolutely loved Elly and Blair (no surprise, Castor and Pollux had as well), the shitty part had been sitting down at her desk to the literal mountain of paperwork.
But it was at that point that Blitz would later reflect, that she had forgotten lessons learned early on. Routine was not always a good thing.
And by the time Cora was six months old, she’d done just that. She got up, got dressed, made sure that the boys were up and ready for when their tutors would arrive, made sure that Cora was up (she usually was and some wonderful person had already fed her while Blitz was getting the boys up) and dressed, loaded Cora in her stroller, and headed to the studio. After this much time, she’d settled into a routine without even realizing it, and it didn’t occur to her that anyone would be watching it.
That would be what would come back to haunt her.
It was Friday, she desperately wanted to clear the pile of paperwork on her desk so that she either wouldn’t have to take it home or come back to it Monday. Coffee had just been dropped off for her, there was one more bottle if Cora woke up before she finished.
“You going to be here much later, boss lady?”
“No, just have a few things to finish up then I’ll head home with Cora.” Blitz replied, looking over at the pack and play in the corner that her daughter slept in, taking a sip of the coffee that had just been dropped off, she wrinkled her nose, someone put the wrong creamer in it apparently.
“Well, don’t stay too late.” Blair told her.
She continued to work, but couldn’t stop yawning, maybe she did need to head home. Distantly she heard her phone chime, but her eyes were so heavy that she couldn’t fathom where it was. As she fell asleep the cup she was holding slipped from her hand and fell to the floor where it spilled.
Ten minutes later three incubi entered. The first looked around the room before pulling out his phone.
“She’s out boss.” He said.
“Good. You know what to do.”
“And the kid?”
“Bring it along.”
“Yes, sir.”
Whatever they wanted with a clothing designer turned Goetian Princess he didn’t know. But it wasn’t his job to question, just follow orders. That’s what he got paid for.
Stolas was getting worried. Blitz wasn’t answering her phone or responding to text messages. Fizz was the first person that he could think to call.
“Hey Birdie! What’s up!” The jester asked, music from the club in the background.
“I am sorry to call you, but have you heard from Blitz? She’s not answering her phone or text messages.”
“No, but I’ll give Blair a call and ask her, she’s usually the last one to leave the studio.”
“Please, I’m going to get Loona and go to the studio.”
Asmodeus was at the door to the studio when Stolas and Loona stepped from the portal.
“Something isn’t right,” The sin began, “the door is unlocked.”
“Let me go first? My nose is better.” Loona suggested, both birds nodding.
The studio was eerily silent as she entered, the lights all off except for ones coming from Blitz’s office.
“She have many guys working here?” Loona asked, taking a breath.
“I think she might have a male intern or two, late teens.”
“The ones I smell are definitely older. I smell coffee, but something isn’t right about it.” She added, moving toward the office, only stopping long enough to open the door. “Fuck.”
“What?” The owl and rooster said together.
“Her phone, purse, the diaper bag, and stroller are here. But no mom or Cora, there’s also coffee spilled on the floor. It smells drugged.”
Two hours later a sinner sat back and smiled as the television in front of him cast light across the screen that made up his face.
“We have breaking news out of Lust! Clothing designer Celena Bledsoe, Princess Consort of the Ars Goetia has disappeared from her studio office along with her six month old daughter, Cordelia. The Sin of Lust, Asmodeus himself is asking anyone with information to contact him immediately.”
“That was quicker than we expected anyone to notice.” The sinner with him said in his oily voice as he practically hung off of the first. “They made sure that no one saw them?”
“Of course, they are professionals after all.” Vox smirked, “It was actually quite easy to find incubi bounty hunters willing to pull a fast one out from under Asmodeus.”
The only downer was the third Vee.
Velvette was pissed, there wasn’t a maternal bone in her body, but she was the one that had picked up and comforted Cordelia when she’d been carried into the tower penthouse with her unconscious mother, the little owlet calling for Celena pitifully. Of course the assholes had left everything behind meaning that there wasn’t food or diapers for the baby.
When Blitz came to she had the mother of all headaches, she could hear Cora fussing nearby and several angry voices.
“Are you out of you fucking mind?” A female voice asked harshly. “You know who she is? And how many people are going to be utterly pissed off that you not only took her, but the baby?”
“You worry too much Velvette. I know exactly who this is.”
Fuck.
Vox.
What the fuck was going on? Nausea and dizziness rolled through her as she rolled over and pushed herself up onto her knees.
“Isn’t that right, Blitz?”
“That’s not my name.” She gagged. “If you think it is, you’re a lot more gullible than Alastor claims.”
“No need to pretend, even your own father doesn’t believe what you’re saying.” The overlord smirked. “He says that the backstory of yours isn’t exactly true, and you have your own sister in your circle.”
“First, if you believe him, you are a fucking idiot. Cash Buckzo has spent so long in a fucking bottle I’m shocked he remembers anything, let alone the kids that grew up in his circus. My parents are dead, and I’m an only child.” Blitz bit out, taking her eyes off of Vox only long enough to take Cora from Velvette. “I thought you needed at least something resembling a brain to become an Overlord, guess not. My boss and my husband are going to rip you apart.”
“They have to find you first mami .” Valentino said, Satan she hated that fucker, how anyone actually got into a deal with him was lost on her. She’d have to ask Angel, provided she got out of this alive and sane. He was wearing gloves on one set of hands, something shiny held between them. “And this will make sure that they can’t, and that you can’t use any little tricks that you’ve picked up.”
“What’s that??” Velvette demanded, as Valentino grabbed Blitz’s shoulder’s with one set of hands to hold her still.
“It should be obvious Babydoll. But Voxy and I call it an insurance policy.” The pimp replied, showing Velvette the ring of angelic steel as he locked it into place, he appeared to revel in the scream as Blitz was cut off from her power, the imp clutching her child as she doubled over and was sick.
Things had been a blur after that from the pain of an intrinsic part of her getting cut off.
“You see, Velvette.” She could hear Vox saying through the blood rushing in her ears. “If she didn’t have the power we were told about, nothing would have happened. It would just be a pretty silver collar. However, cutting it off that way is painful, as you saw.” She didn’t see the smirk and the asshole’s flat face, or the look of horror and disgust on the dolls.
It had taken a few hours for her brain to really kick back in and take stock of the spot she found herself in, and she knew one thing.
She was terrified.
She hadn’t been this scared when she thought she was going to die in front of Satan for all of Hell to see.
The kinky bastards, they couldn’t use a cuff on her wrist or ankle to cut off her power, no, they had to use a fucking collar. Her body fucking ached, and she’d screamed when they’d put it on, Valentino had gotten a semi from that alone, Vox grinning like the fucking lunatic he was. They’d done it while she was holding her daughter, the little owlet crying brokenly in her arms. She was so fucked, locked down so tight magically that she couldn’t even use the crystal that was on her locket, the asshole twins thought it was just a simple ruby, a gift from Stolas with the pictures of their kids.
Well, it was, but the red gem wasn’t a ruby, it was a small Asmodean crystal. Stolas had bought the necklace and taken it to Ozzie with the request for shit like this because she couldn’t open a portal and none of the kids were old enough to do it. But the fucking collar, what the fuck? Who had the knowledge to go so far as to lock down the possibility that she had a crystal on her? If a crystal was even taken into account, it wouldn’t be out of the realm of possibility given who she worked for. And if it was indeed Cash that had sold her out to the Vees, why? Figuring the sperm donor’s motivation was a forgone conclusion, money and revenge. It also begged the question of exactly what had he noticed that night in Envy? She’d gone from behind Fizz to knife at Cash’s throat almost instantly, her eyes glowing wasn’t an unusual thing, most hellborn could do that. But the fact was that she’d actually shadow traveled the fifteen feet between them and conjured a knife in the process, she’d been so angry that she hadn’t even been thinking when she did it.
At least they were keeping her in something that could be charitably considered a room, bed, bathroom. Velvette had taken one look at her and brought some clothes that would fit, the female Overlord showing her at least a little compassion.
But Velvette didn’t just see the impish Goetian princess, she knew exactly what Blitz had been before she’d gotten married, knew exactly who Celena Bledsoe was before she became a princess consort. Blitz vaguely remembered a request coming across her desk from the sinner for a collab around the time of the clusterfuck of a show that Cash had shown up at, but other than sketching she hadn’t done much of anything else since she’d been effectively on house arrest for several months following the leak that they were still trying to track down and quash completely.
She was going to owe the doll big time, and she was perfectly fine with it. She was the only reason that Blitz had what she needed for Cora since Vox and Valentino were perfectly happy holding a princess captive, but did fuck all about the infant with her. It was in the quiet hours that she paced while Cora slept either in her arms or the small nest that Blitz had made on the bed that she decided that if she survived and the Overlord at least got her baby out that she would get on her knees and beg Lucifer for Velvette to come to Lust and they’d do the requested collaboration. Because after this, she had absolutely zero interest in ever setting hoof in either of the top two rings ever again.
Velvette had long since memorized Vox’s system update schedule, the schedule that would take the cameras offline for a short time. He didn’t think anyone knew, he was wrong. She was standing just outside of Valentino’s studio watching the clock on her phone, just out of sight of the camera in the hall but within sight of the studio doors. Luck was smiling on her as the light on the camera over her turned off just as Angel Dust walked out. Getting his attention she motioned for him to come quickly.
“What are you doing?” He hissed.
“The right thing, we don’t have a lot of time though.” She told him as she hurried through the halls. “The cameras are off for exactly five minutes for updates.”
Angel didn’t question her further and just ran behind her, if Velvette was doing something that flew in the face of Vox and Val it was something truly fucked up. They stopped at the door from the stairs, Velvette sticking her head out and looking before motioning him to follow him down the hall to a locked door. Typing in the code for the lock she opened the door and pushed Angel in ahead of her. The spider stopped dead in his tracks as the door closed behind him, eyes widening at the imp in front of him.
“Angel.” Blitz breathed.
“The fuck?” Angel huffed.
“We have two minutes.” Velvette hissed.
“I need a favor, I will owe you big. I need you to take Cora to Stolas, she shouldn’t be here at all.” The imp pleaded. “Please Angel.”
Kneeling down he took the baby, the little owlet cooing in his arms. He barely noticed Blitz taking off her necklace, the ruby glinting in the light.
“What are you doing?” He asked as she held the locket out.
“It’s an Asmodean crystal, you’ll be able to leave without walking out the door.” She explained, tapping a claw to the collar, “This thing has me locked down so tight I can’t even use the crystal. Use it, get my baby out of here. Give her to no one but Stolas.”
She smiled sadly when he nodded and took the necklace, activating the crystal she watched him walk through and the portal disappear.
“Why didn’t you go with him?” Velvette inquired quietly. “Or fuck, use the crystal to get out of here.”
“Because I couldn’t. I know enough about the crystals to know that if something was keeping me from opening the portal, it would keep me from going through. Cora is safe and out of here, that’s all that matters. Thank you Velvette.”
“You might not thank me when Vox and Val find out, I think they were planning to try and use her as a bargaining chip with either your prince or the kings, with her off the board there’s no telling what those two will think of.”
“I’ve long since stopped caring about what happens to me, my daughter was my only concern.”
Chapter 15
Notes:
At this moment, I have 1 more completed chapter after this, and then half of the next three. Literally, I have roughly half of each of chapters 17, 18, and 19.
I honestly wasn't expecting this one to get this long and after this chapter it will have passed both of the previous stories. Apparently I have gone very into the weeds of expository writing. I might drop chapter 16 shortly just to have all the completed stuff up, and then drop the last as I finish them, this has pretty much been my main focus so hopefully that won't be a really long time.
Chapter Text
Angel stumbled through the portal into the lobby of the hotel, Cordelia chirping in his arms in alarm. Charlie and Vaggie turned to him in shock, Charlie running to him with arms outstretched for the baby, but he shook his head and clutched to her tighter. “I need to see Prince Stolas, now!”
“Alright,” Charlie told him calmly, moving so that her hands were in a non threatening gesture, slowly reaching into her coat for her phone. “I’ll call him, is that Cordelia?”
“Yeah, I know where Celena is.” He breathed out, “She told me that the only person I was to give the baby to was him.” Angel was only half paying attention to what Charlie was saying as he looked down to make sure that the baby was ok, multiple portals opening around them that ejected Lucifer, Stolas, Loona, and Octavia. Before Angel could start another portal opened, Fizz and Ozzie stepped through to the hotel.
Stolas breathed a stuttered sigh of relief as he saw Cordelia, the baby peeping in Angel’s arms and holding her hands out for him, the sinner meeting him in the middle to give him his daughter.
Angel took a few deep breaths to order his thoughts before he started. “I was at the studio as usual, when I left Velvette was there waiting and had me follow her. I asked what she was doing, she only said ‘the right thing’.” He started, arms wrapping around his midsection. “I guess she has Vox’s update schedule memorized because she told me that we had five minutes before the cameras came back on. She led me to a room that had a lock on the door, Celena was there with the baby. She asked me to take Cora and get her out, she gave me this.” In his outstretched hand was the locket. “They put some kind of collar on her, she said that it had her so locked down that she couldn’t use the crystal.”
“Fuck.” Ozzie rumbled, rubbing his face with a large hand. “Means that it’s angelic steel, that’s about the only thing that will keep someone from using a crystal, or crossing the portal.”
“It would also cut off any magical ability she has.” Stolas grimaced before remembering exactly where he was.
“Anything that anyone hears about any ability that Celena has, doesn’t leave this room.” Lucifer said with an authority not often seen from him. “Angel, where in the building was she?”
“Ummm, near the top. Velvette caught me so off guard that I wasn’t paying attention to the floor numbers on the way up the stairs. None of the rooms were numbered either.”
“Regardless of her location in the building,” Alastor remarked, “Now that we know where she is, we should do what we can to get her out. With the small princess being removed from the equation, there is no telling the depravity or injury that Vox or Valentino will inflict on her to get whatever it is that they want.”
Velvette had been right, Vox and Valentino had been especially angry when they realized that Cora was gone. Neither suspecting that it was Velvette that had been crucial in getting the little owlet out of the building, or that Angel Dust had been unceremoniously press ganged into the rescue. It was then that they figured out that Vox’s little parlor trick wouldn’t work on her, that she was too strong willed for it to affect her. That was when Valentino had gotten involved, and Blitz remembered the number one reason that she’d stopped working for Valentino.
It wasn’t the fucking on camera, that hadn’t bothered her, at the time it was good money and her face wasn’t on film because Valentino was a superficial fucker that didn’t want to show the scars from the fire. Her dick didn’t have scars so it was a good stand in, not to mention bigger than most of the actors own dicks.
No, it had been the fucking drugs, and whatever it was that Valentino put out like some pimp juice aphrodisiac. Blitz had done everything he could to avoid the drugs, having had too many problems with them in the past, not to mention Barbie’s issues. But whatever it was that Valentino put off, it was highly addictive, very quickly, and dealing with the after effects was a real bitch.
There was already a bruise forming on the scared side of her face from where Vox had backhanded her when she wouldn’t tell them where Cora was. Every question had been answered with either silence or a fuck you. Vox’s attempts at hypnosis had only been met with laughter.
For days they continued, trying to pry out of her different bits of information, was she Blitz Buckzo? Where was the baby? Who took her? Did she have help? It all seemed so fucking inane, not to mention trivial. It was like they were trying to get her to admit something and she had no fucking clue what it was. Who really gave a shit if she’d once been Blitz Buckzo? Not that she was going to admit it, that ship had sailed long ago. And despite the fact that as far as most of Hell knew Blitz Buckzo was dead, there were still assholes out there that had Blitz on their personal shit lists, including at least one Sin.
All that she could think was that Cash had run his mouth about something, maybe his alcohol soaked mind spewed some bullshit that these dip shits had eaten up like gourmet food. Idly she wondered how much had the dumbass twins paid for whatever Cash had told them, not that she would have considered paying him more to go back to wherever it was that he been holed up in Greed, like fuck was he getting any of her money, or Stolas’s.
Every question was met with silence, but they had no way to know if it was her deliberately ignoring the question or she was too strung out to answer. Each day ending the same way, being dropped in the middle of her room. It was only when she was alone that she let the tears fall as she curled into a ball and wept brokenly. Wiping her eyes later, the glint of light on metal caught her eye, and something she hadn’t even thought of.
Her wedding ring, turning the band on her finger, she was surprised when it started to come off. Stolas’s words from two years previously echoing in her head.
“Once on, there are only a very limited number of reasons that we would be able to remove our rings. Our magic would determine what those were, most of the possibilities that I could find involved being placed in situations that we couldn’t otherwise get out of. Once off they would allow the other to magically track them.”
Sitting up she pondered what that meant, if no one had already come for her it meant that they couldn’t track her in the building. Angel no doubt told Stolas where she was. She also vaguely remembered Valentino asking Vox if it was possible for Stolas, Asmodeus, or even Lucifer to track her.
The fucker had just laughed and said no, there was so much electrical dampening, among other things around the building that no one would be able to find her while she was in the building.
That was when she noticed that the door wasn’t latched and a note was on the floor.
Sorry, this is the best I can do to get you out.
Pulling the door open slightly, Blitz looked around, she didn’t see anyone, but there was a door marked stairs just across the hall. Standing up, she leaned against the door frame and breathed, trying to regain her equilibrium.
Fucking Valentino, she was so fucking dizzy from his shit.
Sticking her head out she looked back and forth before making a break for the stairs.
All she could do was go up, and pray to Lucifer himself that Stolas was in Pride.
It was taking everything in her to fight the moth pimp’s influence, the collar making it doubly hard. She’d had no choice but to run to the roof, she had the one last card up her sleeve, but she needed to be outside the building to even have a shot at it working. Slamming the door behind her as she emerged onto the roof Blitz thought that she was going to throw up.
Hopefully Stolas will forgive me for this, she thought, this ends one of two ways. Was her only thought as she fought down the nausea, her hands shaking as she removed the one last things that Vox hadn’t been able to take from her, a sob breaking free as her wedding ring slid off and fell to the ground. This was her last chance, and she didn’t have any other choices. Someone save me, please.
Lucifer and Octavia watched as Stolas paced in front of the hotel, frantic, running out of ideas. He couldn’t track Blitz and Vox was being particularly difficult. Without warning, he stiffened, staring out into Pentagram City. The pair behind him going still as they noticed the change in him. With a hiss he shifted to his demon form, the eldritch owl shooting into the sky, a second eldritch owl and fully demonic fallen angel following behind him. All three of them seeing the small figure on the roof of the Vee’s building as they quickly approached.
“Come on, Your Highness. This isn’t a place for you.” Vox told her, a smirk on his flat face. “ Trust me , you don’t want to be out here.”
“Fuck you.” Blitz hissed. “I won’t be your pet, or your little lap dog.”
“C’mon chiquita , time to come inside.” Valentino ordered in that oily voice of his as she stepped closer and closer to the edge.
She could feel the updraft behind her, a quick glance telling that she was at the edge, she also got a quick glance at the two eldritch birds and Lucifer. She couldn’t stop the feral grin as she looked at the pair, flipping them both off as she fell backwards over the edge.
Both Stolas and Octavia screeched as they watched Blitz fall backwards off of the building, Lucifer taking advantage of his six wings to add speed and catching the imp as she fell, a portal opening in front of him as he took her to Belphegor, leaving the owls to pull up and shoot up into the air then land in front of the shocked sinners that were chained before they knew what had happened. A wave of his hand had the pair on their knees in front of him.
“So these are the sinners that thought they could keep my wife from me.” He hissed, his form shifting between his regular form and the eldritch side.
“You know that she’s not who she says she is.” Vox sputtered, terrified of the demonic prince in front of him.
“I know exactly who she is. My wife, my consort, the mother of my youngest children.” The floor of the roof screeched under his talons, “I should tear you apart and spread your pieces through all seven rings.”
Octavia had stood back as her father terrorized the sinners, not moving until a small glint of silver caught her eye. Walking over she picked up the small object, recognizing it immediately, she’d helped pick it out after all.
“Starfire?”
“Celena’s wedding ring.” She told him, walking over with the ring in her palm for him to take and looking at Vox and Valentino. “They know too much.”
“Yes, and neither can be trusted.”
“Do you know where the king took Celena?”
“More than likely to Lady Belphegor. I will worry about these foul creatures later.” Stolas sneered, portals opening beneath both sinners.
“Can they breathe there?”
“Does it matter?”
They both shrugged as Stolas opened a portal to Sloth, Belphegor and Lucifer standing in the hall talking as they walked through. The two sins turned as the owls stepped through.
“Where is she?” Stolas demanded.
“I need to tell you a few things before I answer that.” Belphegor told him, totally unfazed by the angry chitter. “You will listen or I will send you to Lust and ban you from this hospital until she’s discharged.” Her tone was no nonsense and serious, Stolas deflating as she watched him.
“I’ll warn you now, she feels like utter shit, whatever it is that Valentino has going on is potent and highly addictive very quickly. She’s puking her guts up just from the adrenaline, when the pimp’s stuff starts wearing off it’ll be even worse. I started a saline drip to make sure that she doesn’t get dehydrated.”
“Can you give her anything for it?” Octavia asked worriedly.
“No. This is the first time I’ve seen this, I’ve never seen a sinner effectively weaponize their infernal punishments. What he produces basically nullifies anything that could deal with the symptoms as soon as it hits the vein.”
“I’ve seen it before, it takes a particularly depraved individual, but it can happen.” Lucifer added.
“So she has to withdraw on her own.” The prince sighed.
“Yes, the IV is the best I can do. I can’t even touch that collar until she’s clean because it’s going to hurt like a bitch when it comes off.” Belphegor grimaced.
Thinking for a moment, Stolas turned to Via, “Go home, let everyone know what is happening.”
“Do you want me to bring you back some clothes?”
“Please.”
Via only nodded before creating a portal of her own and vanishing through it.
“So what did you do to Vox and Valentino?” Lucifer suddenly inquired, smiling at the blush on the owl’s feathers.
“I opened portals under them and sent them to the void. I can bring them back.”
“They can stay there for a while, I’m definitely going to do something permanent about them when I have a chance. Celena is in her regular room, I’d say be wary of the sharp side of her tongue, but you probably already know that.”
Opening the door quietly he walked in and closed the door, the sound of his talons on the tile catching her attention from where she sat in the middle of the bed perched over a basin.
“I’m sorry.” She said brokenly, her voice rough from the vomiting.
“You have nothing to apologize for, nothing that happened was your fault.” Pulling the chair to the edge of the bed he gently ran his fingers through her hair, straightening it out enough to pull into a tail with a conjured hair band before conjuring a damp cloth to wipe off her neck and face.
“I just wanted to get out, do my job, all I did was go to the main studio. I took Cora with me because why not? Is she all right?”
“She’s fine, Charlotte called me right after Angel brought her to the hotel.” He told her soothingly just as she was sick again.
“I owe Velvette big, but I’m going to fucking kill Valentino.” she groaned.
“You might have to wait in line, and that’s only if I bring him back.” The owl smirked as she looked up at him with a raised eyebrow. “Like I was going to let him or Vox go off on their merry way, I might have sent them to the void. But I can bring them back.” reaching into his pocket he pulled out her ring, “Via found something of yours.” he said as he slid it back onto her finger.
“I thought my best chance was that you would sense it as soon as it was off. I stalled as long as I could hoping someone would come. But I would have rather died than be their pet for another minute.”
Chapter 16
Summary:
Things get worse, but then they get better, and a little mischief gets tossed into the mix.
Notes:
Dun Dun Dunnnnnnnn.
I'm going to get so much shit for this. This is the last completed chapter, but 17 is almost done. Kinda cutting on a cliffie, didn't intend it to happen that way, but it is what it is.
Chapter Text
She was so fucking tired.
Why wouldn’t they just let her sleep?
There were too many voices around her, she couldn’t focus from how tired she was. The only reason she was able to sit up was because Stolas and Lucifer were holding her up. She knew why she was so tired, but knowing something and experiencing something were two completely different things, and it made her want to kill Valentino all the more. He’d kept her drugged to the gills because she was too strong willed for Vox’s specialty, even strung out and drooling he hadn’t been able to do shit to her.
It had taken almost forty eight hours for enough of the eau de moth pimp to run out of her system for Belphegor to even consider doing something about the angelic steel fuckery still locked around her neck. She heard what sounded like a disgusted huff from the Sin as the collar was turned so that the Baphomet could see something but only really managed to focus on everything around her enough just in time to hear Belphegor ask if they knew someone that could pick locks, but Stolas and Lucifer answered with no.
But she did.
It took every ounce of the energy she had to reach out and grab the first thing she could reach, one of the Baphomet's wrists in this case and slowly mouthing two words. Belphegor was perplexed, but Lucifer, whose head was closer knew what she was doing and leaned in to give a chance to say what she needed to with the remains of her voice. Two days of sickness from the detox had left her barely able to talk above a whisper. Swallowing as best she could she forced out the two words,
“Moxxie can.” She watched as his eyes widened as he looked back at her and gave him a weak nod. Fuck, if she didn’t feel like she was going to pass out at any second she could do it herself if someone held the mirror, but as it was, she could barely lift her hands. There was a hoot of surprise as the king repeated what she had said, the hands holding her gently laying her back onto the pillows, her eyes fluttering closed as she lost the battle to stay awake.
“What’s wrong Bel?” Lucifer asked quietly as the three of them stood in the corner of the room away from the bed.
“I’m concerned. She’s incredibly weak, I’d rather not remove that disgusting thing with her in this state, but the longer it stays on, the weaker she's going to get.”
“Realistically, what’s the worst that could happen?”
“She could die.” Belphegor deadpanned, an eyebrow raised at the angel. “The shock of removing it and letting the power literally flood her system could cause her heart to stop.”
“Is there any way to moderate the flow?” He asked, this wasn’t something he was familiar with, and he wasn’t, despite popular belief, omniscient.
“Yes, but someone would literally have to hold on to her, someone that she inherently trusts and is also a magic user who would then have to throttle the flow.” She sighed, “But above that, it would have to be someone that knew how to do it, this isn’t an innate skill.”
“I can do it.” Stolas said suddenly. “I was trained to do it when I was in my twenties, my father didn’t know. I just hope that she trusts me enough to not fight me.”
“You realize that backwards pirouette off the Vee tower was the biggest trust fall ever, right?”
“It crossed my mind, but you’re the one that caught her.”
“She did the one thing she had left that would get your attention, there is no way that she didn’t see us, and the only reason I caught her was because I took advantage of having more wings to add speed.”
The owl nodded in agreement as he thought, “I’ll have to drop into a trance or meditative state to do it, and it’s possible I’ll pull her along with me.”
“Has that happened before?”
“Once. I was taught to do this from a trance or meditative state, there was an accident late in my training and I had to moderate power flow for Vassago. When I dropped, I brought him along with me without intending to. It actually made the process easier because I could get him to relax.”
“Moxxie, that’s her head of security, right?” Lucifer asked.
“Yes, his wife is Mildred, the one that acts as Celena’s bodyguard.”
“Gotcha. You two get things situated here, I’ll go get him.”
Lucifer hurried into the hall, he waved a hand and a portal opened in front of him. He had to squint at the brightness as he went from the halls of the hospital to the gardens of Celena’s house. Ozzie turned quickly when he felt the portal, an unreadable look crossed his face as he stepped through the doors from the living room outside.
“Where’s Moxxie?” Lucifer demanded when he was close enough to not have to yell.
“In the kitchen making lunch for the kids, why? What’s going on?”
“We need him to pick the lock on the collar that’s on Celena. She’s weak, but the longer it stays on, the weaker she gets. See if you can get him out without tipping the kids off, I don’t want to lie to them, she’s not in great shape. Tell Moxxie to get his lock picks quickly, time is quite literally of the essence.”
It turned out that their key was standing on the other side of the doors watching them. The worry in Millie’s eyes was palpable, her fingers clenching and unclenching. Once inside the rooster knelt down and spoke to the imp, Lucifer watched from outside as she nodded and handed Ozzie something from her pocket. It wasn’t long until the small imp was hurrying out the door toward him, the angel opening a portal and ushering him through and leading the way down the hall.
The first difference that Lucifer noticed was that the bed was larger, Stolas was stretched out on the bed with a blanket wrapped Celena in his arms. They could see her drifting in and out as he whispered to her, the fingers of their free hands tangled together.
Stolas looked up at Belphegor and then at Lucifer and Moxxie. “When I drop into the trance, I’ll probably glow for a few seconds, if I pull her with me she will as well.” Settling into the pillows, he pulled her a little closer and tried to ignore the shivers that racked her body, gently kissing her forehead he whispered. “Please trust me, my darling. When you feel me, don’t fight it and drift with me, I’ll be there to hold you, my love.”
The imp and sins watched as the owl relaxed, sure enough, after a few moments his body glowed with purple magic before spreading over to Blitz, the purple slightly tinted with the red of her magic. They waited a moment for the pair to drop completely before Moxxie moved to where he was pointed to, the Baphomet adjusting everything so that he could get to the lock.
“Crumbs,” Moxxie muttered, “This might take a bit.”
“Complicated?” Lucifer asked.
“No sir, just small.”
For the first time in several weeks her body felt relaxed and she didn’t hurt. She didn’t know where she was, but she really didn’t care as she just drifted. When she opened her eyes she was laying on grass, the stars filling the sky over her, a large avian body curled around her.
“There you are, I was wondering if you were going to join me.” Stolas said quietly.
“Where are we?” Blitz asked, looking up to see her husband’s smiling face.
“Everywhere? Nowhere? Hard to say really.” He shrugged. “The conclusion was reached that the collar that was forced on you had to be removed immediately before you got any weaker. The problem was that as weak as you were, the uncontrolled return of magic into your body could kill you. In order to regulate the flow, I placed myself in a trance state and pulled you along with me.”
“So, what, you make sure that it just kind of trickles back in to keep me from going into shock?”
“Essentially, yes.” The owl answered, “The advantage for me successfully bringing you along is that at least I won’t be here alone for however long it takes.”
“How long could it be?”
“No way to know, it could feel like days here and be minutes out there, and vice versa.
After forty minutes of gentle prodding the trio heard the click of the lock releasing, Moxxie switching places with Lucifer so that the angel could be the one to actually remove the collar as Belphegor moved Blitz into a better position. Moving slowly, he carefully pulled it away, an alert on the heart monitor going off before it settled back into a normal rhythm, as her body relaxed in the owl’s hold, the shivers that had been present quickly stopping.
“What happens now?” Moxxie quietly wondered.
“We wait.” Belphegor sighed. “It’s up to them now.”
Blitz hissed suddenly in discomfort, Stolas wrapping his arms around her, gently soothing away the not quite pain.
“The fuck was that?” She coughed.
“It would appear that Moxxie successfully picked the lock.”
“So now it’s just you controlling the power flow into me so that my magic doesn’t kill me?”
“Yes.”
“Okay.” Blitz shrugged as she rolled into him, nuzzling her face into the exposed chest fluff. “So do we just wait now?”
“We can do just about anything as long as it doesn't involve magic.” He answered.
Belphegor was standing over the bed when Lucifer walked in the next morning, she was looking up at a monitor and some spell results with concern.
“What’s wrong?”
“Her body isn’t creating more power like it should be, being cut off as long as it was did more damage than I expected. Stolas is doing what he’s supposed to, but she’s not getting stronger like she should be. We’re running out of time, and I’m concerned that we’re going to lose her anyway.” She answered, “From the pinched brow I would say that Stolas knows as well. We probably have less than a day before her body starts shutting down.”
“What can we do?”
“We’d need someone she’s related to that has magic that would be willing to help with the channeling and at the same time be willing to help her replenish herself in the process.”
Pulling his phone out Lucifer looked for a single contact before raising the phone to his ear.
“Vassago, I need you to locate Radum quickly. When you do, bring him to Sloth, to the same ward that Stolas brought you when Celena was pregnant.” The king was silent as he looked at the seemingly sleeping pair. “Radum is the only hope, here’s hoping he’s a better person than his father. We’re going to have to explain this quickly if time is of that much of an essence.”
Stolas was increasingly worried. He was doing what he was supposed to, but Blitz wasn’t getting any stronger, he was worried that she’d been damaged too much. All he could do was hold her and try not to let on how afraid he was. Even in this in between place she was sleeping a lot, it should have helped, but it wasn’t, and all he could do was hold her.
Vassago had worked quickly, a portal opened in the hall outside the room and the parrot exited with a crow Goetia behind him.
“Your Majesty,” Radum bowed, “Vassago said you needed me.”
“Yes.” Lucifer replied, “Bel and I are going to give you the short version because we have a crisis on our hands, and you’re probably the only one that can help.” There was a caw of confusion from the bird as he tilted his head. “A long time ago, you found out you had a sister.”
“Y-yes, I’ve never forgiven my father for not telling me. She was gone before I knew of her. Why?”
“Simple,” Belphegor broke in, opening a portal to her office and grabbing the rolled document next to her desk. “She still has surviving descendants. Celena is one of two.”
“Here’s where things get convoluted. Those reports about Celena being someone else? The ones that Verosika Mayday has been shooting down left and right?” Radum nodded at the king’s words, knowing what he referred to. “They’re true.”
“This has to do with Stella and Andreaphus, doesn’t it?” Radum asked slowly, “They were executed, for use of the sortus mutatio. They’re were conflicting rumors about it, but the one that everyone thought the most ludicrous was that it was on the imp that Stolas had an affair with.”
“All true. But not honestly relevant to the situation at hand. The part that is relevant, is that after all the changes the potion made, it started to wake up things in her bloodline. Including the Goetia blood.”
“She’s magical?”
“Very, and probably holding back.”
“What do you need of me?” The crow had heard of Blitz Buckzo, both in relation to Stolas, and on his own. The seemingly arrogant braggart that had fallen on a table in front of Stella at a garden party and had the audacity to apologize for fucking her husband. He obviously hadn’t meant it since he continued sleeping with the owl before the two had seemingly split and Stolas had been plastered all over social media singing a song about the imp.
What many had failed to realize was that Radum shared many gifts with his father, including the gifts of a seer. He was nowhere near as strong as Vassago, but he’d had a feeling that when it hit the grapevine that Stolas had a pair of illegitimate children with an imp, there was a little nudge in his magic that it was related.
Belphegor sighed as she contemplated how to phrase the request. “If you are willing,” She began, "we need you to assist Stolas with channeling the power back into her body and help her replenish her own strength and magic. She was cut off from her power with the use of an angelic steel collar and drugged almost constantly for at least a week. She’s very weak and although I can tell that Stolas is doing everything he can to regulate the flow, it’s not working, she’s not creating more on her own.”
“I love you, Stolas.” Blitz said quietly.
“I love you too, darling. To the stars above and the ends of the universe.”
“Tell everyone that I love them, and I’m sorry.”
“No.” He told her firmly. “You can tell them yourself, you are not leaving me, not a-again, not ever.”
“We knew it would happen eventually, I’m not immortal. I’m so tired.” There was a sniffle, “I’ve spent most of my life tempting Fate. I guess she decided to cash in.”
“No, I forbid it. Stay with me, talk to me. Please Love.” He couldn’t stop the tears as she started to drift back off.
“Brighter than gold, this love is brighter than gold. This love is like letters in bold, this love is like out of control. This love is never growing old,” She yawned, her voice getting quieter, “You make it new, still falling for you.”
It was from the song she sang at their reception. Had that really only been two years ago? As the tears fell freely he cursed Fate for the cruel bitch she was. Eighteen years he’d dealt with being married to Stella, but only two with the person he loved beyond all reason.
It wasn’t fair. Why him? Why her?
“Fuck.” Belphegor swore suddenly. “We’re running out of time.” She looked at Radum. “I need a decision now. If you’re willing, get over here, otherwise we’ll tell Stolas that there was nothing we could do.”
It wasn’t a question for Radum, he moved quickly to her side. The imp and the owl on the bed made an odd pair, but there was no doubting the comfort they found in the other. But the tears falling from Stolas’s closed eyes said that all was not well. Fortunately there was enough room for him to sit on the bed at Blitz’s feet and reach their hands.
“It’s been awhile since I had to do this, let’s hope I still remember.” Taking a deep breath he closed his glowing red eyes and clutched their joined hands. After a few moments his breathing evened out, a red aura surrounding him that bled into the pair in front of him.
The trio left in the room watched and hoped.
The first thing that Radum noticed as he woke to wherever Stolas was with his impish wife, was the sound of the owl weeping. Opening his eyes, the sight broke his heart. Stolas, cradling the much smaller body to himself as he wept over her. Radum had been at their wedding, and at their reception, there was no doubt that Stolas loved her dearly. The cruelty of her being taken from him because of the actions of others angered him, she would have his protection as well from that day forth, provided that she survived. She was of his blood, the least he could do was help to save her.
“Stolas.” Radum said quietly, dropping to his knees in front of the owl.
“Radum.”
“Will you let me try to assist in saving your lady?”
“Please, I can’t lose her.”
The crow smiled sadly as he reached out and took her hand. “Child of my sister, my blood, your blood, our blood. Please accept the power we share so that you may come back to those that love you.” He whispered, slowly pushing a trickle of magic into her body in the hopes of kickstarting her ability to do so on her own. He could feel the depth of the well that made up her powers, Lucifer was right, at full power she was definitely holding back, idly he wondered what this would unlock within her. He could sense a few things on the edges of her abilities, things that it wouldn’t take much to unlock, it would just take the right push as soon as she was strong enough.
Stolas was able to feel as well when she had enough power back to begin replenishing on her own, the pair of them carefully increasing what she absorbed, her breathing getting stronger and steadier as they went until. They watched as she settled into a normal, relaxed sleep.
On the outside the sins and the parrot had watched as everything monitoring Blitz had started to show her failing, all three tearing up as they began to feel that they were watching the firecracker of an imp die in front of them. But then suddenly, everything had evened out, and then started to slowly improve until they approached normal. Belphegor advised they remain cautious as they maintained their vigil.
Chapter Text
Waking with a start, Blitz looked around the place that she found herself in. The last thing that she remembered was being in Stolas’s arms in the fucked up trance that he’d pulled her into to attempt regulate her magic as they removed the collar. As she’d fallen asleep in his arms she knew that she probably wouldn’t wake up again, and to be honest, she’d been fine with that. The sadness and grief that she could hear from Stolas as she lost consciousness was the only thing that really hurt.
This was a bit of a mind fuck though.
She’d effectively gone to sleep when she’d been pulled into the trance with Stolas.
Then she’d fallen asleep in his arms in the trance convinced that she wasn’t going to wake up.
Was this like a dream in a dream? Or was she dead?
Sitting up, Blitz looked around the room. It was small and only minimally furnished with a bed and bedside table, a chair in the corner on the opposite side of the bed. A simple handmade knotted rug on the floor when she threw her hooves off the bed and stood slowly, clothed in a simple, long floral dress.
A lite breezy flowed in through the open windows, making the thin curtains billow slightly. It seemed like nothing more than a simple cottage, white walls, wooden floors, the rooms she could see just as minimally furnished as the one that she’d woken up in. Where was she? This wasn’t the place that she’d been before, it reminded her of places that she’d seen in vineyards, the small cottages that housed field workers in some of the more rural parts of Lust.
It was peaceful, soothing.
Walking to the open door, she pushed the screen door open and walked outside. It wasn’t too warm or too cool, just comfortable. She could see other cottages, but she seemed to be alone, and the feeling filled her with a sense of sadness that she couldn’t explain.
“Hello Blitzo.” A soft voice from behind her said suddenly, making Blitz spin around, and cover her mouth in shock as her eyes filled with tears.
“Mama?” She asked quietly.
She didn’t care if this was a dream, some fucked up death vision, or whatever the hell it was, she wanted her mama. Without hesitation she moved quickly, a sob breaking free as Tilla’s arms wrapped around her.
“My baby, all grown up.” Tilla laughed quietly.
“More than just grown up.” Blitz snorted, “Grew up, pissed off some birds, got spiked with something that made me a girl.”
“Yes, but you also gave me grandchildren and married someone that I wish I could meet.”
They stood there in silence for a few moments before Blitz couldn’t handle it any longer.
“Am I dead?”
“That depends. Do you want to be?”
Just over a decade ago that question would have been so loaded. And the answer then probably would have been yes. But her life was so much different now, she didn’t feel like she was scraping to get by everyday, until recently she wasn’t constantly running through a mental list of who wants her dead now and why.
“No, I don’t. I want to see my babies grow up, but I know well enough that we don’t always get what we want.” She couldn’t help the quiver of her chin as she stepped back and looked at her mother. “I’m sorry for what happened, I-I d-didn’t mean for it to h-happen. It was a-an accident!”
“I know sweetheart, but don’t blame yourself for my death, it was my time anyway. I volunteered to come here and stay with you while you wait.”
“Wait here? Why? For what?”
“In order to save your life, Lucifer had to get the one person that would be willing to intercede and not only regulate your magic like Stolas was, but was also capable of giving you theirs to make your body start to create its own magic again.”
“Who could do that?”
“The Goetia that we descend from, also had a son.”
“Radum, Stolas told me.”
“Yes, he used the magic that you share, to pull you back. But in doing so, he woke things that your change did not.” Tilla told Blitz, taking her hand and leading her back inside. She led them to a small table and motioned for Blitz to sit as she pulled coffee cups from a cabinet before grabbing the coffee pot that Blitz would swear hadn’t been there before and poured two cups.
“I can hear that mind of yours working over here.” The older woman laughed as she set the cup down in front of Blitz and sat across from her.
“I’m confused.” Blitz admitted, hands cupping the mug in front of her. “I’m sitting here, with you. But you’ve been gone for almost thirty years. I closed my eyes, in my husband’s arms, with the full expectation that I wouldn’t wake up. And then I wake up somewhere else, is this like some hellborn purgatory? What happens now?”
The look on her mother’s face was a sad kind of resolve, the weighing of the words of what she could and couldn’t say clear. The sigh was both heartening and heartbreaking. “First, you aren’t dead. This place is a space between, similar to where you were with Stolas, but not that place.” She began, “I was sent to make sure that you understood what was happening and why you were here. I am not permitted to tell you exactly what Radum woke in you, only that what he did wake is making further changes that your body is adjusting to. But more than that, I was sent to make sure that you didn’t leap to the nearest wrong conclusion and inadvertently harm yourself, as well as to keep you company.”
“Will I be here that long?”
“Hard to say sweetheart, it’s all a matter of how quickly or slowly your body takes to recover.”
“Fuck. Why couldn’t he have just left me alone? How did he even fucking find out?” Blitz huffed, fingers running through hair before wrapping around her horns.
“Who?”
“Cash. I was on my honeymoon when he showed up at Barbie’s, he tried to get into the Sinsmas party in Pride, snuck into the show I had in Envy. And then evidently sold me out to Vox and Valentino. And knowing the powers that be, if you know, you can’t tell me.”
The sad smile and shrug was answer enough. “Will you tell me about my grandbabies?”
“Ummm, yeah. Loona is the oldest, I adopted her when she was seventeen. She'll be thirty three in a few months. Having to leave her behind hurt a lot, I’m glad that she never held it over my head.” She started, “Castor and Pollux are my stars. I didn’t know what to name them until they were born and I saw how much they looked like Stolas, that was when I decided that they needed star names. I named them for the stars in the gemini constellation. Castor is so much like Stolas, they both are really. Castor loves the stars and Pollux loves plants.” Blitz smiled. “We’re building an observatory and greenhouses for the boys for their birthday. Castor is actually a strong enough seer that he might be a suitable heir for Vassago when he’s older.
“Fortunately Cora shouldn’t be old enough to remember the cluster fuck that the last few months have been. If I wake up I’ll probably be booking double sessions with my therapist.”
On the outside, it had been two days. Three hours after going under Radum had brought Stolas back out with him, Blitz remained unconscious as her body healed and replenished itself. Belphegor had assured the owl that his wife would be fine, but there was a part of him that wouldn’t, or couldn’t, believe it until she opened her eyes and talked to him. He desperately needed her to come back to him.
Time moved in very weird ways in the space that Blitz had found herself in, and it was impossible for her to tell exactly how much time had really passed. She didn’t know if it meant anything when the sun started to go down and they had to turn on lamps in the cottage. They talked until long into the night, until Blitz’s yawns made Tilla insist that it was time for bed. She was too sleepy to catch the sadness on her mom’s face as she was tucked into the bed that she’d woken up in.
“Mama?”
“Yes baby?”
“Will you still be here when I wake up?”
“I will always be with you, sweetheart.” Tilla whispered, kissing Blitz’s forehead as she drifted off to sleep.
Every hour that Stolas watched with no change felt like an eternity. He could see subtle changes happening, Radum had been rather tight beaked on what he may have unleashed, intentionally or not. Loona and Via had shown up earlier that day, probably after getting a call from Belphegor, and forced the owl into the shower and a fresh set of clothes with a meal waiting for him when he got out. The children, he was told, were at home with Millie and Moxxie. Castor and Pollux doing their lessons as best they could and Millie taking care of Cordelia with help from Impington. Part of him felt guilty that he hadn’t been back to the house, that in his desperation to find his wife he hadn’t been there for his children. Even now he refused to part from her, afraid that the minute he left would be the moment that she was gone.
Belphegor would have a litter of kittens if she caught him, but Stolas was beyond caring as he slid onto the bed and pulled Blitz close to his body, tears running from all four eyes as he let the fear, anger, and sorrow out. She had been the light that had pulled him from the darkness once, the beacon that had guided him. He’d been amazed at what she’d accomplished in the few years they’d been apart, doing what she had while raising their twins mostly alone. Looking at their rings, he couldn’t help but snort at the prospect that he might have to admit to some elder asshole on the council that the compromise that had been made on the demand for fidelity charms had made it possible for him to find her and protect her. But those were thoughts best left unthought.
As much as he fought against sleep, he couldn’t stay awake, eyelids heavy he slipped off to sleep with Blitz in his arms.
The sun was rising as his eyes fluttered back open, something waking him, but he couldn’t put his finger on exactly what. Relaxing back into the bed with a sigh he started to doze off when a small movement had him wide awake. Chirping in surprise he looked down to see Blitz stirring slightly, nose scrunched up before her face relaxed.
“Blitz?” He said quietly, hoping fervently that this wasn’t a dream.
She didn’t say anything, but slowly reached out for him. Her movements were slow, uncoordinated. Not surprising he figured for someone that had been unconscious as long as she had.
“Stols?” Blitz whispered, eyes opening slowly.
“I’m right here darling.” Stolas answered as Blitz slowly woke up and looked at him.
“I had some really fucked up dreams.” She yawned, words slurred from the last bits of sleep that still clung to her. “How long have I been out?”
“Including when I pulled you into trance with me, three days.”
“I feel different.” She mused, her focus getting clearer the longer she was awake.
“Lady Belphegor will be able to better explain everything when she comes to check on you.”
Belphegor had closed all her eyes and sighed in relief at the sight of the conscious imp, then proceeded to bustle around the room and check everything. It was around noon when Vassago arrived, the parrot chirped happily to see her awake and then browbeat Stolas into going home to tell everyone the news.
“Who did you see?” Vassago asked when it was just him and Blitz left in the room, instantly noticing the defensiveness that filled her face. “Years ago, when we were in our early twenties, Stolas had to do for me what he did for you. I slept for two days following as my body healed, much like you did. After I left the space that Stolas pulled me to, I ‘woke’ in another place, where my abuela was waiting for me. She died when I was very young, so I don’t have many memories of her.”
“I woke up in a cottage, like the ones that are for the workers in Lust’s vineyards. My mother was waiting for me.” Blitz couldn’t help the tightness in her throat and voice as she spoke, tears filling her eyes. “I was eighteen when she died, she was killed in a fire that I accidently started.” She wasn’t thinking when she conjured a tissue, but chances were that the parrot was already aware of what she could do. “It didn’t even seem to phase her that her son was now her daughter, she asked me about my children. She said that I wasn’t dead, and that she was sent to make sure that I understood what was happening, but there was a lot that she couldn’t tell me.”
“Does Stolas know what Radum woke in you?”
She couldn’t stop the harsh laugh, “I don’t even know what exactly he woke. I can tell that there’s more there, but I haven’t had a chance to figure out what it is.”
The bird grinned mischievously, “I will tell you this, Estimado, you no longer need to worry about leaving Stolas and your children behind.” He said cryptically, smiling as he walked toward the door, laughing when her jaw dropped as she caught the meaning of his words. Before she could yell for him to come back and explain Castor and Pollux were running into the room followed by Loona, Via, and Stolas with Cora in his arms. Her attention was completely drawn from anything related to the parrot’s words as her boys told her everything that they’d done in excruciating detail as Cora was handed to her, the little owlet cooing as she settled in her mother’s arms.
“Are you alright darling?” Stolas asked later that night after everyone had gone home and the room was quiet.
“Yeah, just a lot on my mind.” She sighed, reveling in the feeling of him being so close even as her mind ran a mile a minute.
“Like what?”
“Like what the fuck is keeping Cash having goes at me, Vox even said that it was Cash that sold me out to them. That’s a completely whole other issue, the fuckers were acting like I had some big thing that they needed, but I have no fucking clue what it was. Evidently his mind isn’t as pickled as I figured if he noticed that I both shadow traveled and conjured that knife in Envy.” The frustrated sigh that rolled out of her was bone deep as her thoughts were verbalized. “This can’t just be my sperm donor though, the fucker is lazy, and I’m surprised that he didn’t just fuck back off to Greed and stay there after he got tossed on the street when he tried to get into the palace. Because not only is he lazy, he’s a fucking coward.”
“Barbie has said much the same from what Asmodeus told me, she couldn’t believe that he showed up in Envy.”
“I just want to live my life, is that too much to ask? I want for us to raise our kids together, maybe have a few more if we’re feeling particularly insane. I also want to talk to Radum, see if he’ll tell me what the fuck he did, I feel different but I don’t have the experience to tell what it is and I’m not sure if Vassago is messing with me.”
Stolas couldn’t help the hoot of confusion as she went from one end of the spectrum to the other so quickly. “W-well, I can ask Radum if he will come see you, it may have to wait until you’re at home though, he has something about to start that the council wants.” He started slowly, “What about Vassago messing with you?”
“Promise you won’t think I’m crazy?”
“You are many things, my love, mentally insane is not one of them.”
“Smart ass,” She muttered, “Had to clarify that one, didn’t you?” His laugh couldn’t help but bring a smile to her face before turning somber. “When I closed my eyes, in that other place, I fully expected not to wake up.” The admission was quiet, reluctant, heartbreakingly honest. “But I did. I woke up in a place that reminded me of the vineyard cottages in Lust, and my mom was there.” It was impossible to stop the sniffle, or the tears as she thought about it. “When Vassago was here earlier, he asked me who I saw in the place between. He said that when the two of you were younger, that you had to do for him what you did for me.”
“Yes, there was an accident.” Stolas acknowledged, “He slept for two days afterward to heal.”
“He told me. Said that his grandmother was there when he woke up in that space.”
“Interesting, he’s never told me that.”
“Maybe he told me because he knew I’d had the same experience and wouldn’t write it off.”
“Possible. What else happened?”
“Not much.” Blitz shrugged, “I asked her if I was dead, her answer was that it depended on whether or not I wanted to be. But I don’t, I want to be here, aside from stupid shit I like my life. I finally got what I wanted, why would I leave?” a shudder ran the length of her body as she inhaled the lavender scent of his feathers. “She said that we were in a place between, that Radum had to come in and basically save my ass, and that it was a place where I could rest and heal because in addition to what was already going on, Radum unlocked some things. She couldn’t tell me what though.”
“This is related to you wanting to know if Vassago is messing with you?”
“Yes. He asked if you knew what had been woken, I told him that I don’t even know yet. I’m going to toss a whole case of crackers at him the next time I see him for being such a cryptic asshole, he said that he would tell me this, that I didn’t have to have to worry about leaving you and the kids behind anymore.”
The squawk and jerk of surprise nearly pulled both of them off the bed as Stolas reared back in shock, the bed rail not tall enough to keep him from rolling off and landing on his ass.
“He what?” The owl demanded as he pulled himself up and stared at her in shock.
“He who? Vassago or Radum?” The only thing that had kept Blitz from going over with him was her quickly wrapping her tail around the opposite bed rail. “I kind of figured you would know, even if you hadn’t said anything. I can tell that some things are different, I just don’t know how to figure out what that is.”
“I knew something was different,” He started slowly, “But I pushed the curiosity of what that was to the side because at the time I was more concerned that I was going to lose you. Before Radum appeared in the other place, I effectively watched you slip into a coma in my arms from magical depletion.” Climbing back onto the bed they wrapped their arms around the other, a physical anchor in the mental anguish. “I was so thankful that you were coming back after he intervened that I didn’t even notice the additions at first, and when I did I was unwilling to interact with your magic for fear of hurting you.”
“And we will figure out what those changes are tomorrow.” A new voice interrupted, the pair looking up to see Belphegor standing in the doorway. They could see that there was a blanket under her arm as she walked toward them. “Everything should be evened out enough in the morning to see what is going on and what is new. But right now, you two, go to sleep.” The Baphomet said firmly as she threw the blanket over them. She eyed them both before turning and walking back out, flipping off the main light switch and closing the door behind her.
The pair looked at the other in bemused silence before they both shrugged, the owl settling down and wrapping around the imp as they both drifted off into a contented sleep.
Chapter 18
Summary:
After everything, someone from Blitz's past appears with appears with answers.
Chapter Text
Waking up cuddled into Stolas’s chest fluff would never fail to make Blitz smile, the smell of his lavender preening oil, herbal soaps he preferred in the bathtub, the scent of ancient books that clung to his feathers from the amount of time he spent around them, and underneath all of that the scent that she could only describe as Stolas. The spicy scent of his magic and the brimstone that she could practically taste that screamed all powerful Prince of Hell.
It had taken a long time for her to fully balance the dichotomy of her husband in her head. The goofy nerd that sat on the floor with Castor with a portal to the stars open that they would talk about endlessly before spending hours up to his elbows in dirt planting with Pollux, then sit with Cordelia and read to her, or sing and rock her to sleep.
But that Stolas was very different from what other Goetia saw, they saw the Prince, the son of Paimon, they saw Hell’s Prophet.
The first official appearance they made after they married, he’d warned her. Told her that what he showed the council was not what she saw at home, she’d known that, just not the extent of how different he would appear. It was easier for him with her there on his arm. Literally. It was one of the few times that she let him hold her public. Most of the assholes had completely ignored them, and they’d mingled while whispering comments that made the other laugh. Fortunately the imp staff was cool, they side eyed her coming out of the restroom, but at the time an impish princess was still something of a novelty, even if they did know her name from the clothing lines. There were even still some selfies floating around of her with some of the staff from that party because some asshole tried to tell her to get back into uniform and back to work. He’d been quickly corrected by someone over him, and after watching the self-important dipshit get his ass handed to him several servers had asked if they could take pictures with her, which she’d been all for. She’d been concerned that Stolas would be upset when he found out, but the owl had practically fallen over laughing. All four of their children looked at him like he’d finally lost his mind.
It was these memories that she was using to ignore the feeling of the spells that Belphegor was using, an experience that she’d hoped that she wouldn’t have to repeat. She’d had to do this after Castor and Pollux were born, as they tried to sort out what was her and what was the boys; back then, the results had been both enlightening and frightening. It was what had truly sent Belphegor down the rabbit hole that was Blitz’s family tree, because Satan had been absolutely right. Imps didn’t have magic, they weren’t made for it, so there was something floating around in there that did have magic and made it possible for her to have it as well.
“Are you alright, darling?” Stolas asked from the far corner of the room he’d been relegated to. He’d tried to protest, but been told it was either the corner or the waiting room down the hall, unless he really wanted to show his ass and then Belphegor would be more than happy to punt his ass back to Lust. The Sin had explained that she needed clean readings, and more than that, she needed to see Blitz’s magic and not his.
“Yeah,” Blitz answered with a grimace. “I was hoping I wouldn’t have to do this again, ever. It feels like I have ants crawling all over me.” Her grimace deepened as she shuddered.
“Almost done.” Belphegor said as soothingly as she could, all four hands moving through the spells that she wove. “The good news is that everything looks really good, you bounced back very quickly for someone that was literally knocking on death’s door from magical depletion.”
That wasn’t really comforting at that moment. The crawling feeling all over her body had her clenching and relaxing her claws into the side of the mattress, she knew logically that Belphegor wasn’t doing it on purpose but the invasive nature of the spells just had that effect. She’d get through it, she’d sat through worse. Honestly, this was a cake walk compared to the burns.
“Didn’t Lucifer say he needed something from you Stolas?” The healer suddenly inquired, “I didn’t catch what he needed though.”
“Yes, he needs me to retrieve some sinners from where I sent them.”
“Where did you send them?” Blitz looked at him curiously.
“I was rather pressed for time, so I sent them to the void.”
“Can they breathe there?”
“Does it matter? Worst case they come back frozen, they’re sinners, they’ll revive.”
She couldn’t help the laugh, shaking her head as she snickered. Fortunately it gave her enough of a distraction as Belphegor finished and ended her spells, the imp sighing in relief.
“So what’s the verdict? Am I going to live forever?”
“Hmmmm, you just might. It’s hard to tell from just a glance so I’ll have to go over everything.” Belphegor replied as she looked over the reports that the spells had generated. “I can tell that your power pool is significantly larger, you wouldn’t be able to sustain an eldritch manifestation, so don’t try, that could kill you.”
“How much larger?” Stolas asked, stepping forward.
“Might be able to open a portal, actual changes to appearance beyond illusions probably. I know that you were sitting on the cusp of being able to do wholesale body modifications before.”
“I managed it once.” Blitz replied. “I don’t mean to be rude, Your Grace, but how much longer are you planning to keep me? I’d really like to go home.”
“You must really want to get out of here.” The Baphomet laughed, “I can’t even remember the last time that you called me ‘Your Grace’. Let me have an hour or two to look over this, and if everything is good, I’ll let you go.” Belphegor could understand Blitz’s desire to get out, the imp, despite her profession, was not known for sitting still. Given her upbringing in the circus and then working as an assassin, it was understandable. She smiled sadly as the imp deflated in defeat before quietly taking her leave.
It was actually three hours.
The first thing that Belphegor noticed when she walked back into the room was that Blitz was dressed, this told her that Stolas had either gone to get clothes or someone had brought them and the imp’s still slightly damp hair saying that she’d also had a shower but was pacing at the far end of the room to burn off the excess energy.
“Alright,” Belphegor started as she conjured a chair for herself. “Everything looks good and you can go home. I’d take it easy on any magic use, but I know that you don’t use it much so that’s more in the line of advice than orders. Like I said earlier, your power pool is a lot larger, so you might still feel some fatigue as you adjust to it over the next few days. I’ll give Stolas a copy of this, he’ll have a better idea of what you might be able to handle. As far as the big question, it’s hard to tell.” She shrugged. “Someone that is genuinely immortal and someone that simply has an extended life span can be hard to tell apart on paper, if you can, Radum might be the best to ask.”
“But I’m good to go home? Right?” Blitz asked hopefully.
“Yes. But try and take it easy, as hard as I know that is for you. I wasn’t kidding when I said that you were knocking on death’s door.”
“I know, and trust me, I’d rather not be in that particular spot again.”
“Other than that, you’re good to go. Stolas, make sure that she behaves, I’ve seen way too much of your wife in the last few years.”
“Of course, Your Grace.” The owl said with a laugh
Her sigh of relief at getting home practically had a life of its own. Long enough to let the anxiety that had filled her since she’d woken up in the Vee tower leave her before she was practically tackled by the twins.
They pulled her along by the hands to show her everything that they’d been working on, the progress of Castor’s observatory and Pollux’s greenhouses. When she finally made it inside Millie was standing with Cora in her arms, smiling as Blitz made a beeline for her and the baby. The little owlet cooing and chirping happily to be back in her mother’s arms, if it was the feeling of the fluffy down feathers under her chin that finally made her crack after the stresses of the previous few weeks, no one said anything about it.
Things were finally starting to smooth out again several weeks and multiple visits from Mel later, but she knew that something was brewing still as they still didn’t know who was actually behind everything. The best that she could do was try and focus on work even if the last thing she really wanted was to go back to the main studio at the moment, and amazingly, no one fought her on it. Elly and Blair were definitely going to be earning some fat Sinsmas bonuses for the amount of shit they’d had to deal with for assorted reasons.
Elly had brought some of the files for new contracts and commissions out for her to review, and Lucifer bless them for the thoroughness of the information; she was never letting Elly or Blair go, ever. Walking in the door for her studio Blitz sidetracked to get some coffee before walking out to the main work area still looking at the file.
“Your Prince is very thorough with his protections.” A male voice said suddenly.
“I’d ask how you got in here, but chances are that I really don’t want to know, and even if I did there wouldn’t be anything I could do about it.” Blitz said as she looked up at the imp sitting in chair. “But I will tell you to get your ass out of my chair.”
“You know, everyone I’ve heard talk about the new you.” He even went so far as to include the air quotes. Asshole. “Describes someone that can’t possibly be you. But you always were good at that shit B.”
“I had to be. Especially after shit hit the fan.” She replied tartly. “Who would honestly believe that an assassin would move into what I do now? At first, this was just another mask, the way I acted, not the drawing, that was something I enjoyed until Cash burned my sketchbooks. But slowly, this became me.”
“No, I get it. First time I saw you after what happened I wouldn’t have believed it if you hadn’t known what you did.” Breck told her. “It helped that you still had the mark at the time, and you really do look a lot like your mom.”
Blitz couldn’t stop the snort, “Yeah, yeah, whatever. What did you find? Because I know you didn’t come all the way out here just to catch up.”
“I got the info you wanted. Took longer than expected, Asmodeus has people sniffing around too and I didn’t want them catching wind that I was looking for the same stuff.”
“I know that Ozzie had people looking for information on what Cash is up to.”
“Yeah, and efficient little fuckers they are too. But they aren’t good at securing things, I was able to copy all their stuff and they don’t even know.” The spy laughed. “I’m guessing that he hasn’t told you yet, since you’re probably still decompressing from the cluster fuck that you had going on, but he and Lucifer have Cash sitting in a cell. He got picked up trying to get onto the elevator back to Greed.”
“Probably to go back down whatever hole he was hiding in.”
“Probably, Cash was always a coward. Also, you need to do some house cleaning here.” He told her, his face taking a serious expression. “You have a mole, probably came from Pride with the rest of your staff that followed the Prince. You’ll find what you need and who you’ll probably be burying in your backyard in the folder I have for you.”
“If you were in any way remotely interested in going legit I could probably get you a gig with Ozzie or Lucifer.”
“Nah, cause then I have to do things like obey the law. Takes all the fun out of it.”
“True enough.” She nodded, “What do you have for me? Might want to keep it quick, Stolas is watching me like the proverbial hawk and I probably have about ten minutes before he comes to make sure that I haven’t vanished again. Not that I blame him, honestly.”
“Nah, can’t say that I blame him either. Not everyday that you see a pair of eldritch Goetia and a fully demonic Lucifer flying through the middle of Pride.” Breck replied, pulling a thin zippered folder from the backpack that was on the floor next to him. “This is everything I got, pictures, printed reports, locations of subjects, whole nine. Let me know if you need anything else and I’ll see what I can do.”
“Great, thanks. I’ll transfer the rest of your money as soon as I can get to my office alone.”
“Pleasure doing business with you, Your Highness,” He smirked, laughing at the finger he got in return. “Let me know if you need anything else.”
“Thanks Breck, I appreciate it.”
“Anytime, B. Seriously though, if you need anything, or someone to get tossed in a ditch, let me know.”
She watched as he grabbed the backpack and headed to the backdoor, curious how he’d managed to get in, but not terribly worried about it. Breck, or Breckin as he was properly named, had grown up in the circus with them. He’d been seven when Blitz and Barbie were born and had helped Tilla with them when they were small.
He was also one of the few that had actually seen what had happened when the fire started.
Cash had told him to get lost when he’d tried to tell everyone the truth. He’d tried to find Blitz in the confusion that followed, but it wasn’t until he’d snuck into a room with a girl that Fizzarolli claimed had grown up with him in the circus, that had the mark, and looked a bit too much like Tilla Buckzo that he’d realized exactly who he’d found. The first words out of her mouth when she’d seen him had been ‘Shit, Breck?’
The story that followed had been a total mindfuck for him, and it hadn’t been until she’d walked around the piece of furniture that had been between them that he’d realized that she was very pregnant.
That had been an even longer story.
He’d kept an eye on her from a distance, occasionally popping in to say hi, see how things were going. She hadn’t actually asked him to look into anything until about six months prior, the text with the agreed message for him to come see her had caught him by surprise.
He’d been watching the studio for several hours, it was late and just about everyone had sought their beds, including the owl that Blitz was married to. Quietly making his way inside from the roof access he found her at her desk in the studio work area.
“Was wondering when you would get here.” Blitz said without looking up.
“Had to make sure that you were alone, and not alert your security.” Breck replied, stepping from the shadows and into the light where he was visible. “I got your message.”
“I figured, since you’re here.”
“Must be something good, you wouldn’t bring me all the way out to the ass end of Lust for nothing.”
“Good is subjective.” She sighed as she leaned back and looked at him. “Cash has decided to come out from whatever rock he was hiding under in Greed. He showed up at Barbie’s apartment supposedly looking for me while I was on my honeymoon, tried to get into the Sinsmas party that Stolas and I hosted in Pride, and then showed up at a show that I had in Envy a few weeks ago.”
“That doesn’t sound like Cash, if he failed to get to you the first time he should have crawled back under that rock.”
“That was my thought. We both know that only one really motivates him, and I want to know who and what is dangling that particular carrot in front of him.”
“What else? There’s something about this really pissing you off.”
Blitz took a breath as she thought about whether or not to answer before choosing to lay all the cards on the table. “He made a less than subtle threat involving my children. I don’t give two fucks about what happens to me, but the gloves come off where my kids are involved.”
“I can see what I can find.”
“Trust me, I’ll make it worth your while. Give me a place to send the money, I’ll advance you ninety days, and when you’re done I’ll send another ninety plus incidentals.”
“Damn, you really want to know, don’t you?”
“Fuck yeah, there is no fucking way that this is just Cash. Something fucky is going on and I need to know what it is.”
Unzipping the folder Blitz started to look through the file folders in it, pulling out one that simply had the word ‘mole’ written. Opening the folder she looked over the contents, a simple report, a transcript, a few pictures, and a memory card. Her eyes rolled over the transcript, the anger and betrayal building fast enough that she had to hold the magical reaction down.
“Fuck.” she sighed, leaning back in her chair. “Looks like Pollux’s flowers are getting some extra fertilizer.”
Chapter 19
Summary:
Answers are great to have. But what happens when those answers give no comfort?
Chapter Text
Reading through several of the files only made Blitz madder.
The architect shouldn’t have surprised her in the slightest, and when she finished cleaning house, she would handle that particular loose end herself. Finding out what palace, or manor that he had been exiled to had been the work of nothing, after all, Breck was very thorough and worth every dime she was and would be paying him. A part of her mind that was still rational hoped that Stolas would forgive her for taking care of it personally, but she honestly didn’t care at that point. The horned owl had been the architect of his misery.
Closing the folder she put it in the drawer of her desk before standing and heading inside, she heard someone distantly call her name but paid it no attention as she continued. It wasn’t terribly late so the chances that there was staff in the kitchen was very good, and low and behold, just the imp she was looking for was there.
On a normal day Blitz’s presence in the kitchen wasn’t anything that would cause anyone to look twice. It wasn’t uncommon to find her in there making something, whether it be a meal or baking cookies with the boys. But the look on her face was what brought everyone to a standstill. Across the room her target stood with Impington, it was what she did next that sent everyone scrambling.
When asked later, Impington would only be able to say that it was like when the Prince became very angry. A red aura glowed around Blitz as her eyes started to glow a solid gold, her mouth pulling into an angry snarl as with a wave of her hand she summoned Kellan from beside him. Kellan was his second, had worked for Stolas almost as long as Impington had. One second he was standing next to the butler, the next he was flying across the room towards a very angry princess.
In only a few moves he was on his knees, held upright by a horn as a blade pressed against his throat.
“How long have you been reporting to Paimon?” Blitz demanded.
“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about, Your Highness.” He pleaded.
“Bullshit.” She growled in his ear. “I know that you’re the one that called him when I left with Cordelia the day that I was drugged and kidnapped from my office with my six month old. You told him when the Sinsmas party in Pride was. Are you the one that told him the day I appeared at the palace after my sons were kidnapped?”
“I swear! I didn’t do anything!”
“I know about your extra income. It wasn’t that hard to trace, how long have you been spying on Stolas for him?” She felt the imp stiffen as the power suffused her voice, she didn’t even notice Stolas enter or hear the gasp from him when she spoke next, the polyphonic tones shocking everyone. “You don’t have to answer, I already know how long he’s been paying you. And I’ll deal with you after I’ve dealt with him.” She whispered in his ear.
“Celena.” Stolas said slowly.
“Found our mole.” She told him dispassionately as she pushed Kellan to the floor and let the anger take control as she dropped into the shadows and vanished.
“Fuck.” Stolas groaned as he watched her vanish, apparently she’d been feeling out what she could do because the Alastor-esque drop into shadows was new.
Someone had apparently gotten Moxxie because the smaller imp ran into the kitchen only a moment after Blitz disappeared.
“Find a place to secure him, handcuff him to a bed if you have to, just as long as he’s still here after I find my wife.” The owl told him before stalking off to start making calls.
Bless Stolas’ cotton socks for being overly cautious, but fuck she had to go too far, it was over a mile before Blitz was far enough away from the house to open a portal. She was glad that she’d stopped in the studio to grab her coat to ward off the chill of the night. It didn’t hurt that she’d also grabbed the shoulder holster, a regular pistol under one arm, and a blessed pistol under the other.
Fortunately she knew exactly where she was going. She’d never actually been in the building, but she’d seen it from a distance, saying it was a manor house was charitable, it was actually a dower house that sat on the grounds of the main palace of the Goetia.
It was also, Paimon’s prison.
Blitz had discovered in the limited amount of time that she’d had to explore her abilities a lot of very interesting things. The first few days that she’d been home Stolas had poured over the reports that Belphegor had given him and they’d discussed the possible new abilities and the further limits to the ones that she’d already had. It was how she knew that she’d be able to not only shadow travel through his wards but the almost mile she’d had to go before she could open a portal once off the grounds, he’d have felt it if she’d opened one on the grounds and absolutely would have tried to stop her. There were also a few revelations as things settled that she was actively concealing, and wouldn’t that be a fun discussion later on.
Standing in the shadows outside the house she looked around, the echoes of the barrier that kept the horned owl there were visible to her when she looked just the right way. They felt like Belial and Lucifer so the minute that she crossed the boundary they would know, the only question was whether one of them would call Stolas or come try to talk her down. She had no issue taking down Paimon, but she really didn’t want to tangle with Belial or Lucifer, both of them would wipe the floor with her easily.
Well, no time like the present.
Dropping back into the shadows she flowed quickly toward the house, moving through the shadows as a shadow herself until she found the horned owl at a desk in a large sitting room. She observed him from within the shadows in a corner of the room, he didn’t seem all that regal anymore, no crown, simple pants and shirt, cloak long gone.
“I know that you are there.” Paimon said suddenly, eyes scanning the room.
Interesting, he could sense her, but he couldn’t tell where she was in the room.
She had the blessed pistol in her hand as she stepped out of the shadows.
“To what do I owe Your Highness gracing me with your presence?” The owl asked as snidely as possible.
“I’m sure you know. I’m kind of curious though, did you contact my unlamented sire first, or did he contact you? No one has been able to tell me that.”
He watched her with an air of boredom, totally unconcerned that she was holding a blessed pistol that he was well aware that she knew how to use, and the fact that she was an excellent shot. His little mole in her household had been most thorough over the years at gathering details, nothing that would socially or legally harm her, the children, or Stolas sadly. But it had been helpful when dealing with a certain pair of sinners.
“I can’t say I was surprised that he hadn’t changed a bit in the last thirty years, still a drunken lout just like the day that I bought you for a playdate with only what my butler had in his pocket for payment.”
“If you think that’s going to make me mad, you’ll be very disappointed. You think I didn’t get that thrown in my face until he disowned me?”
“He wasn’t even hard to find, squatting in the pit of degeneracy that Mammon calls a ring. It didn’t even take much to get his attention, some very clear pictures of you, a few with your sister in them did the job nicely. The pictures had him hooked, but it was the money that reeled him in.”
“That’s what I figured. I have copies of your bank records for most of the last fifteen years, did you think that you’d just get away with it, or are you just that sloppy?” She smirked when the owl rolled his eyes and huffed.
“I warned Stella about you years ago, that she just needed to kill you instead of playing her games.” He rolled his eyes at the thought. “Both she and Andrealphus couldn’t see past their own beaks at the threats in front of them. Even that whole mistake with Satan, I warned them that it was just as likely to fail, none of us expected Asmodeus to intervene.”
“It was you, all along.” Blitz frowned as she watched the horned owl.
“Of course it was.” Paimon admitted shamelessly. “It was so simple to push Stella in the right direction to find the book, and to make sure that they could access all of the needed ingredients. I will praise Stolas for one thing, the security on his restricted greenhouses are truly second to none.”
“You really are a fucked up piece of work. How Stolas turned out to be a good person I don’t even know.”
“He really is a disappointment. Not simply sleeping with an imp, but having children with and marrying one? Disgusting.” The grimace was an odd look on the elder owl’s beak. “It’s a shame that the potion didn’t kill you, every other imp I’ve seen it used on died quite painfully.”
“The answer for that is simple. I’m not just any imp, I suppose it’s the Goetia in my family tree that kept me alive. Along with everything else.”
The haughty look on the owl just pissed her off, he wanted to think that he was the shit? Fine with her, the gloves were coming off. She’d spent over a decade holding back, not anymore. His eyes widened as her free hand started to glow, eyes turning a solid glowing gold. The sheer feeling of her presence filling the room. The shadows seemed to writhe around her as wings appeared, but unlike the succubus wings that everyone else had seen these were solid black, crow wings.
“Your father was particularly easy to manipulate.” He said with a shrug, as though it was nothing. The snort was unexpected to say the least, the looking of loathing and disdain on her face even more so.
“Oh, I’m sure. I wouldn’t call him my father though. Sperm donor is about the best title that applies to him, just like you. Since both of you seem to think that raising a child requires criminal levels of neglect interspersed with mental, emotional, and physical abuse. By this point his brain is so thoroughly pickled I’m surprised that he still passes for sane, and as much as I’d like to leave his dead body in a ditch somewhere, Lucifer claimed dibs.” She tutted. “However, no one said anything about you.”
The former Goetian king would have to admit, if only in the silence of his own mind, that his erstwhile daughter in law scared him. He’d watched the wedding on television just like everyone else, mostly out of curiosity, and screamed in rage when Belial made his pronouncement and the Fallen Princess had walked the aisle with the newly created princess’s crown. He’d made sure to thoroughly berate Belial for his presumption, or at least tried to, before he was soundly shut down and told it was no longer his decision in any way, shape, or form. But as the power spun out around her, it was becoming clear why Belial had had no qualms elevating her. And then the shadows swallowed her and she vanished from sight.
“If you had just sold me to Vox, I wouldn’t have cared. But you drug my child into it, that I can’t forgive or forget.” Blitz’s voice echoed around the room.
“I’m sure that your little hybrid abomination would have been fine.”
That was apparently the wrong response as Paimon suddenly found himself flying across the room, the seemingly solid shadows buffeting him about before he hit the floor and had the wind knocked from him. Coughing, he looked around, trying desperately to find either the imp or a way out before he noticed an odd sound. It wasn’t until he looked up that he figured out what he was hearing, it was wing flaps. She was in the air under the power of her own wings, but both hands glowed now. Using the small power still left to him, he tried sending whatever he could at her, a wave of her hand sending it back at him.
“Not so weak now, am I?” She smirked. “That little potion? It didn’t just make me female, it woke things in my bloodline that no one knew about. The combination created a child that can stand as an heir for Vassago, so powerful is his sight.” He was about to send a second round when she vanished back into the shadows.
He didn’t know where she was, his diminished power made it difficult for him to track her. The sound of her chuckling echoed all around him. It was when she spoke that he really started to get scared, her voice moving through the room like a breeze. It was a trick that he’d seen other Goetia use when utilizing their eldritch forms, the airy sound moving like ripples on water.
“Do you know what they call a group of crows on Earth?” She said, the smirk clear even though unseen. “They call them a murder.”
From the shadows all around him emerged innumerable birds with razor sharp beaks and talons, glowing red eyes and deafening birdish caws. The pleasure that she got out of watching them attack the ancient bird was probably not a great thing, but knowing the misery that he’d inflicted on Stolas for decades, and orchestrating the grossest of violations to Blitz overrode whatever guilt she might feel. Reaching into her coat she pulled a blessed dagger before attacking herself, the dagger slicing across the arm he had up as she passed. The cry of pain fueled a dark part of her as she moved to strike again. Pulling an illusion around herself she flew at him looking for all the world like an eldritch crow, an ear splitting cry rent the air as she flew.
At least that was the plan.
She was heading in one direction, straight at Paimon.
Then she was moving in another direction, her illusion falling away when a familiar pair of arms caught her and held her tightly.
“Let go of me Stolas!” She growled, hissing as her wings were pushed into an uncomfortable position as his arms tightened around her. “I’m going to fucking kill him! Everything is because of him!” Letting the wings vanish she tried to slip from his arms, but he was evidently expecting that and only held her tighter.
“Calm down, Blitz.” Stolas hissed in her ear as she struggled, “I don’t want to hurt you!”
But the more she struggled, and the more she tried to fight, the harder it got before the sheer amount of power that she’d used caught up with her and she finally passed out from overuse. It was only then that Paimon noticed Belial and Lucifer standing there alongside his disappointment of a youngest son.
“She-she attacked me!” The horned owl stammered, a hand pressed to the dagger wound.
“I’d be curious to know why.” Lucifer said slowly, “She doesn’t make this kind of move for nothing.”
“She found the mole in our staff.” Stolas told him as he checked Blitz for injuries. “They’ve already admitted to reporting to my father since not long after I hired them.”
“How long has that been?” The king asked, his eyes never leaving the older owl.
“About twenty years.”
“Is it wrong for a concerned parent to have someone in place to keep them up to date on their child’s actions?” Paimon prevaricated, attempting to act as though he were in the right. He snarled when both Stolas and Belial snorted and looked at him as though he were insane.
“If you actually gave a shit about your kids, no. But we both know that’s not true.” Lucifer snarked before turning to Belial, “We won’t know exactly what her motivations were until she wakes up, but should probably lock him down tighter in the meantime.”
Belial nodded, “I’ll have someone come immediately to tend the wound, but the mess in here will have to wait until tomorrow.” He reached out a hand and touched the door frame, the light of his eyes flaring as he adjusted the wards on the building. “That should do for now, but I’ll do a more thorough job after everything is cleaned up.”
Fury warred in Paimon as they spoke as though he weren’t present. “But, but what about it!” He pointed at Blitz.
“I beg your pardon?” Stolas demanded as Belial and Lucifer took a step away from him.
“Your pet imp tried to kill me! Why is it getting away with no punishment!”
The angry chitter was the first warning, but Paimon didn’t back down as he continued to rant. The change from his regular form to the eldritch owl was so fast that Paimon screamed before he fell on his ass, the large fanged beak coming too close for comfort before Stolas changed back, his small wife still in his arms as if he hadn’t moved at all.
“Take your wife home Stolas. We’ll handle this.”
He simply nodded before turning around and walking away, leaving Belial and Lucifer with the seething unseated Goetia.
Chapter 20
Notes:
Ok, so the plan is to finish this with hopefully one more chapter and an epilogue. But we all know what they say about best laid plans....
I'm two paragraphs into the next chapter and have the epilogue mostly plotted out in my head.
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The first thing that Blitz truly realized as she woke up, was that going after Paimon herself had been a mistake. She wasn’t used to using that much magic, and while it had been epically awesome to flex those kinds of muscles, she felt like she was coming off a three day bender minus the nausea.
The next thing was that she was in her bed, turning over and shielding her eyes from the morning light and the raging headache her eyes met the quartet of rubies that was her husband staring back at her.
It was clear that Stolas was pissed. Not that she could blame him, she had, after all, made a very good attempt at taking out his father. Although, realistically, the words Paimon and Father were a contradiction in terms.
“How do you feel?” He asked, the tightness in his voice made her wince.
“Kind of hungover to be honest.”
“I imagine so, you expended quite a bit of magic in a short amount of time. Considering that you aren’t comatose it is fair to assume that you didn’t use too much.”
All Blitz could do was shrug as she sat up. She didn’t feel bad about what she’d done, but she did feel bad about not being honest with Stolas.
“Are you maintaining any kind of glamor or illusion, right now?”
“Yes.” She answered quietly, eyes fluttering closed to hold back the tears as she admitted to another omission.
“Why?”
“Because I was afraid? So much has changed in the last decade, I didn’t want to throw something else in there, and like everything that‘s changed I had fuck all of a choice in a lot of it. Part of me didn’t even want to admit the latest changes to myself, not that I’m not grateful, because Christ on a stick, I’m fucking alive. I’m just so tired of having things thrown at me.” Taking a shuddery breath, she released the illusion that she’d been holding, tears slipping through her closed eyelids. “I was afraid that it would finally be too much for you.” She whispered, opening her eyes and looking at him, revealing the largest change. Blitz couldn’t stop the cringe when she heard him gasp at the sight of her eyes, her solid gold, glowing, eyes.
“The truth is that I’ve been holding back for years, although I don’t really use magic a whole lot to begin with. Unlike you, I didn’t grow up with it, it’s not second nature to me. Before, it was easy to ignore, because while there was more than anyone thought, it just sat under the surface. It’s why when I had the few outbursts they tended to be explosive.” She rambled, she could see him nod in understanding in her peripheral, “But after the clusterfuck with Vox and Valentino and Radum had to save my ass, if I didn’t do something it would, fuck, I don’t know how to describe this, itch? My eyes changed after everything settled from that, maintaining the illusion meant that I didn’t have to think about it, I didn’t have to admit it. It kept the itch down, and I didn’t have to worry that I’d finally push you away with my unending bullshit.”
Blitz was so far in her own head that she didn’t even notice when Stolas knelt down in front of her beside the bed. It wasn’t until he took her hands that she noticed that he’d moved.
“Why are you afraid of pushing me away?”
“Because in the end, either everyone leaves, or I push them away.”
“Why did you go after my father?”
“I have information that confirms he was behind Cash coming out of his hole in Greed. He was the brains between me getting sold out to Vox, although Cash was the one that put the bug in his ear that I was magical. Neither knew about the spells on our rings, so Vox’s play was to prove that I was who I used to be in order to discredit both you and Belial, after that, I was supposed to be whatever Valentino wanted. If Velvette hadn’t gotten Angel to get Cora out, I have no idea what would have happened to her, and I have enough nightmares already.” Gathering her thoughts was difficult as she started to break down, “All of the money tracks back to Paimon, he wasn’t particularly subtle about it. He even fucking admitted that he was the one to point Stella in the direction of the book, made sure that she and Andrealphus had access to everything they needed. Fucker was surprised it didn’t kill me, like every other imp he said he’d seen it used on.”
“You should have given what you had to Lucifer.”
“Yeah, probably. But I’ve always had impulse control problems.” Blitz said lamely.
“I thought Belphegor said you wouldn’t be able to sustain an eldritch manifestation.”
“That wasn’t an eldritch manifestation, it was shadow manipulation, a physical modification, and a bit of illusion. Some of the things that either got a boost or got unlocked put me closer to being a shapeshifter more than anything else. I could probably make myself look like before and it would be real instead of an illusion.”
“We can revisit that subject later.” Stolas told her with a raised eyebrow and flushed cheeks, “But there are other issues at hand currently. Specifically, you withholding information from me and doing things that are both reckless and dangerous. And how did you even get the information?”
“I still have a contact from the old days. Someone that was part of the circus and became something of P.I., although he specializes in information gathering and interpersonal espionage. It took some really fast talking the first time I talked to him after shit hit the fan, but I knew enough shit that almost nobody else knew that I was able to convince him. It helped that I still had the circus mark at the time, and whether I want to admit or not, I do look a lot like my mom. I sent him on his little fact finding mission about a month after Cash showed up in Envy.”
“Asmodeus was doing the same.”
She just shrugged, “Sort of. Ozzie was just looking for what Cash had been up to, where he’d been, that sort of thing. I told Breck to look from a different angle. To follow the money, because there was no way that Cash was doing anything without someone paying him. Needless to say that neither of our fathers were particularly subtle, and anyone looking at the money trail would have found it pretty quickly. Ozzie’s people were also doing things the legal way, let’s just say that I wasn’t.”
“That still doesn’t explain why you went after him personally. I do not doubt your abilities, but you aren’t the same person you were a decade ago.”
“Paimon was, and is, a direct threat to all of us. He was willing to kill me, willing to kill you, he was setting up a hit that would have killed every adult here, except Octavia, and taken our children. In the end, I guess I haven’t changed that much at all.”
Stolas only caught a glimpse of the look on her face, the heartbreak and pain as she practically dissolved into the shadows and vanished. He hung his head with a muttered fuck before standing up, there were only so many places that she could hide, and he could tell that she was still on the property. He had to stop his search briefly as Lucifer called him to ask if he’d had a chance to try and get out of Blitz what had possessed her to do what she’d done. He answered that they had talked some, but then Blitz had shadow traveled to somewhere on the property and he hadn’t figured out where yet. He was told to continue looking and that Lucifer was heading to the property shortly. Hopefully she would be willing to talk to someone that she wasn’t married to.
Other than the trip to retrieve Moxxie, Lucifer had actually never been to Celena's house in Lust. As he stepped out of the portal and onto the grounds, Stolas pointed in the direction of the building that he’d been told was her personal studio. Opening the door he walked into a small lobby area, the first thing he noticed was Millie pacing worriedly.
“She hiding?” Lucifer asked, a slight grimace on his face.
“More like isolating herself. Been a long time since I seen it this bad though.” She replied. “Last time he locked himself in his office with ice cream, spray cheese, and bad porn while Loona burned taxidermy owls.”
He couldn’t help but stare at her in dumbfounded shock before taking a breath and shaking his head. “You’ll have to tell me that story when things calm down.” She just chuckled sadly and nodded as he headed to the door that led into the studio itself.
The lights in the studio were off, but he could tell that she was there, the empathy that he kept solidly locked down giving him a slight feel for her mental state, which wasn’t great.
“Why are you sitting in the dark?”
“So that I can’t see what I’m destroying through my own lack of impulse control.”
“Do I need to get your therapist down here?”
“No. I fully accept the consequences of my actions.”
“Stolas is worried about you.” He told the darkness around him. “He also knows that you wouldn’t have done what you did without a very good reason, lack of impulse control aside, which I know is bullshit by the way.”
“Hypothetically, if you came by information, from a less than legal source, that there was an imminent threat to Charlie or Vaggie, how would you respond?”
“Probably not well, threats to my daughters typically don’t live long.” The king answered. “Is that why you went after Paimon?”
Anyone else would have jumped when a red light floated over to him, conjuring a small light that hung in the air as he looked at the stack of papers that landed in his hands.
“What are these?”
“Transcripts. The person that I had looking into what my father ,” it was impossible not to hear the venom in her voice when she said the word, “was up to, traced the money that Cash was receiving back to Paimon. And being the efficient bastard that he is, covered all the bases, and tapped Paimon’s phone. Apparently tapping a landline is much easier, and my father in law is one of those stubborn assholes that refuses to step into the modern era.”
“Yeah, that sounds about right, he doesn’t adapt to change quickly or willingly.” Lucifer agreed as he looked at what was in his hands.
“In your hands are transcripts of calls between Paimon and Cash, Paimon and Vox, and Paimon and the fuckers that took me and Cora from my office as well as calls that were the planning phases of an operation that would have come here, possibly while Stolas and I weren’t here, killing anyone necessary, and taking my children. The only person that they were specifically told not to harm was Octavia.”
“Fuck. That explains something that was found in the dower house.”
“Do I want to ask? Am I allowed to?”
“Of course you are. In the remnants of the desk was a case with three cuffs made of angelic steel that would have inhibited magic. Two of them would have been the right size for Castor and Pollux, I can only guess that the third would have been intended for Cordelia, had she manifested magic at a later point.”
“That I didn’t know about.” Blitz said quietly. “This is everything I have.” Lucifer looked up to see another red cloud floating to him. “I know that I should have given it to you or Ozzie before I got so angry that I tried taking down a dethroned Goetian king, but the fucker was messing with my kids.”
The fatalism that he could sense and feel was starting to irritate the angel, but he knew enough about Blitz’s past to understand where it was coming from. Making a mental note to have Ozzie send the therapist out as soon as he was done Lucifer snapped his fingers to turn the lights on, listening to the litany of swearing from the imp behind the desk as he watched unimpressed. Stolas had warned him that there was probably a glamor in place as well, a wave of his hand dispelling it as he approached.
“Ow! Fuck, a little warning would have been nice!” She hissed, a few very subtle changes were evident, but the eyes were the big one.
“You’re afraid that Stolas is going to leave you, because of your eyes changing?”
“No, asshole!” The imp growled, Lucifer had decided that he’d let whatever she said slide since he was intentionally baiting her to get her angry enough to drop the pity party. “I’m afraid that he’s going to leave because I keep throwing different bullshit in his direction! Christ on a stick, in the last year alone I’ve been kidnapped twice, hospitalized both times, almost died once, and then decided that I was going to handle shit on my own and tried to kill his father! And I learned my lesson on extended heavy magic use because I still have a fucking headache!”
“I bet, but what I saw was pretty awesome to witness. I know it wasn’t an eldritch thing, but it looked really fucking close.”
“That was the idea.” Blitz snarked as she stood up, walked around the desk, and started to pace. “Belphegor said I wouldn’t be able to hold an eldritch manifestation, that it would probably kill me, so I went for the next best thing.” Her arms and tail wrapped around her as she paced, the angel hopping up to sit on the desk and watched as she gathered her thoughts.
“Talk to me, please? We’re all worried about you. Millie is out in the lobby pacing, I’m really hoping she’ll tell me about the whole ice cream, spray cheese, and taxidermy owl thing.” The laugh that he got gave him a little hope.
“Pfft, I can tell you that story. Not one of my crowning moments, admittedly.” She sniffed, “Or at least the cliff notes version, the porn star cosplay is kind of embarrassing in hindsight, also the cause of that phobia I have for Infester demons.”
“I wondered about that, I heard about it third hand but no one could tell me what caused it.”
Blitz stopped pacing and sighed heavily, collapsing on the sofa in the work area. “I told you about the clusterfuck around the crystal, and the party.”
“Yeah, after your last visit to Wrath.” Lucifer replied as he scooted off the desk and came to sit on the sofa next to her.
“Well, this was after that, a month to be exact. My mental health was so far down the toilet that I almost bankrupted IMP, along with the M’s, and the crystal wasn’t working right because of it. We got a job from a Sinner that said that a ghost killed her, and my dumb ass had spent the month eating Cryer’s with spray cheese and watching Bethany Ghostfucker porn.”
“The porn star cosplay?”
“Yeah. Long story short the hotel we were sent to was being run by an infester demon, and I ended up possessed by said demon.” She nodded when she saw Lucifer cringe next to her. “Nothing quite as fucked as getting locked in your head to watch a greatest hits reel of your own trauma, and that asshole was particularly talented at getting the really nasty stuff.” Scooting into the corner of the sofa, she turned so that she was more or less facing the angel and pulled her legs up to wrap her arms around them. “I love him so much, but all I do is bring more stress and mess. He’s dealt with five years of all the drama and issues that come with being around me, and everyday I wonder when it’ll be too much.”
“The two of you really need to sit down and talk. He’s upset, yes, but it’s because you withheld information from him, not that you tried to kill his father. I wish I’d been recording after you passed out, I think Paimon about shit himself when Stolas went all demon form and damn near took a bite out of him.”
“And Paimon didn’t go all grr arr on him in return?” Blitz asked in disbelief.
“He can't. I made sure of it.” The angel grinned wickedly. “When I limited his abilities, I made sure that he couldn’t take an eldritch form anymore. Trust me, your owl isn’t going anywhere. If he was going to leave, he would have done it when the council started making demands. And he sure as fuck wouldn’t have agreed to the same fidelity spells on you on him. Oh no, the two of you are well and truly stuck with each other, forever.”
Watching her put two and two together and hopefully get four was entertaining, one thing he’d always noticed about her was how expressive Celena’s face was when she was working through a problem. He’d been there when she and Vaggie had discussed what Vaggie wanted in a wedding dress and she’d practically had to drag the information out of the fallen exorcist. But watching the imp work had been nothing short of amazing knowing her background, it kind of made Lucifer wish that he’d met Celena before the shit hit the fan. He could see the second that she truly parsed out what he’d said.
“Wait, forever? You mean like forever, forever?” She looked at him with raised eyebrows. The lack of irises and pupils made it more difficult to gauge her reactions, but he could sense enough to pick up the shock from her.
“Yup, pretty easy for me to tell. Outside of a case like you, which is already extremely rare, that kind of thing can only come from me, and I don’t grant that one much.” He just chuckled as he stood up and patted her knee. “Talk to Stolas, please. I think you’ll be surprised to find that he’s more worried than angry.”
Chapter 21
Summary:
Blitz and Stolas finally get around to talking, and then some....
Notes:
So we can all thank the morons that cut the fiber cable coming into my subdivision for me actually finishing this chapter today. I only had two things available for offline work and this was one of them. But it also meant that I also dipped *deep* into the well of all the cheesy romance novels for parts of this. Trust me, you'll understand when you get there.
Also, I lied. I said that it would be this chapter and the Epilogue to finish this out, but there's going to end up being one more chapter to tie up some loose ends before we get to the epilogue.
Additionally, and I'm not ashamed to admit it, most of this chapter is smut. You have been warned.
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Blitz stayed sitting on the sofa in the studio for a while ruminating before finally deciding that she needed to face the music and head inside. Thankfully it was quiet inside the house, most likely meaning that Loona and Via had taken the boys out and Cora was asleep. She didn’t have the first clue where Stolas was, but the first thing that she really wanted was a shower, the larger wings had taken more energy to use unlike the succubus wings she was used to and as a result she’d built up a sweat in the short time she was in the air, not to mention that her hair was tangled. Her movements were slow, meticulous, but not because she was being thorough, but because she was scared. Lucifer was right, they really needed to talk, and for once in her Satan forsaken life she needed to not evade answering him. That, in and of itself, was the hardest part, and made her the most nervous. It wasn’t even a conscious thought as she pulled the illusion that hid her eyes back up somewhere between drying her hair and pulling on a simple sundress.
She could guess where Stolas was, his office was a retreat for him in the same way that her sewing room was for her. Walking down the hall toward both of their offices she made a quick detour to hers, just to make sure that Breck didn’t come looking for his funds and that she didn’t get too distracted that she didn’t take care of it, and if asked, she could honestly say that she didn’t have a current obligation with the private investigator slash spy. That finished, she made her way back into the hall, the closed door in front of her was a barrier in more ways than one, the flight response that had fucked her over in so many ways, including earlier that day, screamed in her mind to run the fuck away.
But she couldn’t.
Not today, not from him, never again.
Her heart was thundering in her chest as she turned the knob and stepped in, closing the door quietly behind her, eyes closing and inhaling the scent of the lavender preening oil. It was when she opened her eyes back up that she saw that the owl she sought was actually standing in front of the bookcase next to the door. Apparently her being there was a surprise because he was standing there with a book half off the shelf and eyes widened significantly. It took a moment for his brain to catch up and push the book back onto the shelf.
“Is this a bad time?” Blitz asked quietly.
“No, of course not.”
“It was pointed out to me, multiple times by an asshole with six wings, that we need to talk.” Blitz sighed, her hope rising at the quiet hooted chuckle. She didn’t complain when Stolas picked her up and walked towards the desk, the owl sitting in the chair as she moved to sit on the desktop. It was the only place in his office that they could sit and look at each other eye to eye.
“Will you stop hiding from me first?” He looked at her hopefully, smiling lightly at her confusion before running a single finger over her horn and gently dispelling the glamor that she had on. “That’s better. Why did you put it back on?”
“Habit? I’m used to hiding things, it’s pretty much been the story of my life since I was fifteen. But old habits are hard to break, you don’t survive on the streets as long as I did by showing your entire hand. I didn’t even realize that I’d put it back on. But that could have also been subconscious because I was afraid of how you would react to it.” Blitz shrugged, “At least you did that lightly, Lucifer just wholesale canceled it, stung like a bitch.” She pouted.
“It is definitely something to get used to, but they look stunning.”
“But it’s also an outward display of the threat that I can be, or perceived to be, by members of the Ars Goetia. I am everything that they believe a lowborn can’t be. It will come out eventually that I have magic, and the whys and hows, there’s really no way to hide it.”
“And that is something we will discuss, but there are things we need to talk about now.” The owl watched her deflate at his words.
“I know,” She sighed. “And you were right, I should have given what I had to Ozzie or Lucifer, but I was so angry that it just kind of took over. I suppose that my eyes could be rationalized as an emotional response to anyone that saw them, but that wouldn’t explain the magic I very clearly used. I spent the first five years of our son’s lives scared out of my mind that Paimon would find out about them. I knew that he knew about me, but I’ve long since stopped giving a shit about what happens to me as long as they’re safe. And we both know that protection from both Lucifer and Ozzie meant fuck all when it came to Paimon’s goals.” Blitz said emphatically, “I guess that angry little asshole in me is still very much alive because he definitely came out to play last night.” The imp finished with a sigh, leaning back onto her hands.
Looking up, she was expecting the owl to respond, but if anything he seemed very distracted. She’d been with him long enough to be able to tell where he was focusing, and it didn’t seem to be on what she was saying.
“Lust to Birdy,” She poked him with her tail to get his attention, “You ok there Stols?”
“Umm, yes darling.”
“Did you hear any of what I just said?”
“Yes, it’s just so infrequent for me to see you in a dress other than for special events. I got distracted.” He admitted sheepishly.
“Damn, I didn’t even put it on on purpose. I grabbed it because it was something simple and I still have a headache.” Blitz snorted, “Do I need to go change so we can talk without distractions?”
“No!” Stolas practically squawked, “No, it’s fine.” He nodded before quickly sobering, leaning forward so that his arms circled around her and their foreheads rested against each other as he sighed. “You scared me, I didn’t know that you could do half of what I saw you do last night. Not to mention walking in to you holding a knife to the throat of someone that has worked for me for almost two decades, I’m more irritated by the fact that he was passing information to my father, which explains how he found out about you showing up in Pride when the boys were taken.”
As close as they were it was impossible for them not to gravitate into the kiss, Blitz didn’t even notice as Stolas shifted his weight on the desktop so that he was only leaning on one arm. She did however notice when long, spindly fingers started up her leg before finding their way under the skirt of her dress. She couldn’t help the needy little whine as his fingers moved further up, they really hadn’t done anything other than cuddle recently, she’d been home a grand total of three and a half weeks and they hadn’t fucked once. Initially there had been a reason, after all the shit that happened she’d been easily worn out and just making out would make her tired, so he’d backed off to wait for her to be up to it.
She honestly hadn’t pulled the dress out to tempt him, but she wasn’t going to complain either. He caught her by surprise when he pulled her to the edge of the desk and slipped out of his chair to kneel on the floor, gently pushing her legs apart and disappearing beneath her skirt. Her mind registered for about a half a second when sharp talons cut away the panties that she was wearing before his entirely way too long tongue started with kitten licks to her her outer folds then dove straight in, her back arching with a scream as he licked in and out, his thumb going to her clit. It took an embarrassingly short amount of time for her to come, and if she were still male it would definitely be a cause for concern, but the sheer amount of stimulation that he was giving her most sensitive spots made sure that just as she was coming down from one orgasm, another was building behind it and it wasn’t until she rode through the second orgasm that he gave her a reprieve.
There was a self-satisfied smirk on his beak as he climbed back into his chair and pulled her into his lap. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.”
“You could have said something.” Blitz hummed.
“But where’s the fun in that?” Stolas asked, his face so innocent that butter wouldn’t have melted in his mouth, Blitz only snorting when he said it.
“So are we done talking or do we want to have some more fun? If we choose fun, can it at least be in our bed, because your desk is too hard on my back.”
“You can be such an idiot, Blitz.” The owl shook his head with a laugh. “But I love you, to the stars above.”
“Maybe, but I’m your idiot.” She grinned, pulling him down into a kiss. “Forever.”
“Forever?” He breathed, pinpoint white pupils appearing in his eyes.
“Confirmed by Lucifer himself. You’re stuck with me Babe, forever and ever and ever.”
She wasn’t expecting the ferocity of the kiss that she was pulled into, and didn’t even notice the portal he opened or the change of location until she landed on their bed.
“When did he tell you?”
“Umm, a few hours ago when I was hiding in my studio because I thought I fucked up everything when old Blitz came out to play.” The imp confessed as his beak nipped along her jaw and neck, pulling a particularly harsh gasp when he hit a sensitive spot. “I swear, he’s like having that much older sibling that gives good advice but thinks they know everything.”
“Given his age, that might actually be true.” The owl breathed as he undid the buttons on the front of her dress, revealing a bra that went with the panties that he’d cut off and left on the floor of his office.
“Do not cut that bra,” Blitz gasped out as warm fingers pushed her dress off. “And you’re right, he might, doesn’t make it any less annoying. Oh, fuuuuck .”
By the time that he’d gotten her clothes off Stolas had run out of the patience necessary to deal with his own and had banished his to the floor, his feathers fluffing out in need as he cast the spell that would create a cock, perhaps when things were settled he would talk to her about seeing exactly how much ability she had to change herself, but right now, he just needed her, and from the way she grabbed his feathers and pulled at him, the need was mutual.
The feeling of him pushing in was almost enough to push her over into orgasm again, his groan and her moan filling the room when he was buried to the hilt. Both of them stayed motionless for a moment, Blitz adjusting to the cock buried in her and Stolas trying not to come immediately from the tight warmth squeezing his conjured member.
He started slowly, almost worshipful in his devotion to her body. He would never tire of her, not even when the last star faded into the darkness and the rings of hell were no more, to him her cries and pleas were more beautiful than any heavenly choir. She would be his Goddess and he her most faithful adherent for all time.
Beneath him her back arched as her walls clamped down around him as she came, both of them crying out as he spilled within her. They stayed as they were for a few moments before he rolled to the side, a wave of his hand cleaning them up as he pulled her into his arms.
“I take it that you’re alright with that particular revelation?” She yawned as she nestled into his feathers.
“Very.” The owl smiled. “When I asked you to marry me, I had accepted the reality that I would only have you for a short time in the grand scheme, that eventually you would pass, and I would continue on with Via, Castor, and Pollux. Then Cordelia came, and I accepted that even when you were gone, I would have another piece of you with me. Keeping you at my side until the last stars die was more than I could have ever hoped for. I may be indebted to Radum for whatever he did, but I find myself unconcerned about it.”
They lapsed into silence for a short while before a thought occurred to Blitz. “Speaking of the kids, where are they anyway? It’s too quiet for them to be here.”
“Oh, before he left earlier, Lucifer gave them unlimited single day passes to LuLu World.” Stolas answered with a yawn of his own. “I have no idea what he said to Loona or Via but they seemed willing enough to take them. And given the hour, I would imagine that Cordelia is asleep.”
“Oof, if the boys aren’t passed out when they get back, they’re probably going to be bouncing off the walls from sugar and adrenaline.”
“You do know what that means, don’t you darling?”
“What?”
“If Via and Loona bring the boys back high on sugar, then they get to deal with it.” Another yawn escaped the owl’s beak as he spoke, “And I don’t know about you, but the last day or so have been very stressful, and I’m exhausted.”
Thinking over what he said, she simply nodded in agreement before cuddling in closer and drifting off to sleep in the early evening twilight.
Chapter 22
Summary:
And at the end, finally some answers.
Notes:
Whoooooooooo. Finally! Almost a year of work and all that's left is the epilogue that should be up in the next day or so. Thank you everyone for hanging in there with me on my self indulgent flight of fancy!
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It had raised a few eyebrows when Lucifer had sent out text messages asking for Blitz, Stolas, and several others to come to his palace in Pride for a meeting. Blitz didn’t even know that Lucifer even still did anything at the palace, but Stolas had then explained that he still had a functioning office there even if most of the palace itself was closed. It was similar to how Stolas’s palace in Pride was, there were only a handful of rooms still open and a skeleton staff maintaining the property. Blitz had actually never seen the King’s palace, it was located on the far side of the Pride ring from where she’d lived and worked before everything had happened. As requested though, Stolas had opened the portal to an interior entryway and once through they found Ozzie, Fizz, and Barbie waiting for them. Both imps doing double takes when they saw Blitz’s eyes, she just shrugged and smiled.
Ozzie knowing the way led them through the palace halls to Lucifer’s office. The sin knocking on the door and waiting for an answer before opening for the three imps and the owl before closing it behind him.
“Welcome everyone.” Lucifer smiled, motioning to the chairs and sofas near the unlit fireplace. “I just wanted to follow up with everyone, I asked Barbie to come because this tangentially affects her because of Cash Buckzo.”
“Everyone’s favorite subject.” Blitz snarked, grinning at the snorts she got in return.
“Well fortunately for all of us, he spilled his guts, literally and figuratively. I owe someone a new uniform and a pretty hefty bonus for cleaning up the mess.” The angel said with a roll of his eyes. “I was honestly shocked that Paimon did the same when he realized that his whole game was a bust, sang like a canary as Angel would put it.”
“That’s a surprise.” Stolas chirped in surprise. “The Great Paimon, never one to admit to his own faults, confessed?”
“He did when I went after him. Said that he pointed Stella to the book and made sure that they had what they needed. Of course then he said that he was shocked I was still alive because the potion used on me he’d seen kill other imps.”
“And the worst part of that particular subject is that he documented it all. We found the files going through some of his old papers that Belial had packed and stored, I forwarded it all to Bel so that she can make a more comprehensive file about the potion and the reasons why it’s forbidden.”
“So what was Cash’s deal in this?” Barbie asked quietly, somewhat overwhelmed by the presence of the others in the room.
“Honestly? Money. Just pure, straight up greed. Explains why he’s so at home in Mammon’s domain. When he was notified that your brother was ‘dead’,” Blitz couldn’t help but snicker when Lucifer included the air quotes. “He thought that the possibility of a pay day was gone. But Paimon admitted to not only sending the pictures, but having the camera that took them smuggled into the club to get them.”
“The pictures that had everyone in this room in them, plus the twins.” Asmodeus added. Barbie hadn’t been in the box with everyone else, but had been at a table on the floor. “Did he say how he got the camera in? Because I’m still kind of pissed off about that.”
“Yes. One of the crew that took Celena out of her office, snuck in and pretended to be staff. I’ll turn the whole group over to you to deal with Ozzie, they’re all incubi.”
“Do you think we got everyone Luc?”
“I think we have the big players, those being Paimon and Cash. When you get right down to it, the whole mess is actually very simple, so simple that it just makes the whole thing more fucked up.” The King said with a huff as he contemplated where to start. “So we all know where everything ultimately started, with the less than discreet affair that Stolas was having.” There were several snickers at the blush that crossed the owls feathers.
“We all know that Stella got the book with the Sortus Mutatio in it, as Paimon directed her, and took it to her brother, who had the skill to make it. Paimon also made sure that they had access to everything they needed, which better explains how someone was able to break into Stolas’s restricted greenhouses.”
“I had always wondered about that, Striker couldn't have done it on his own, and Andrealphus wouldn’t have been able to either. My father being the one to get them in makes more sense.”
“Exactly. And neither of them wanted to be on camera dropping it off at HPS so they had Striker do it, as evidenced in the camera footage from the drop off location. By his own admission, Paimon was shocked that Celena survived, which was why he was so determined to find her. But it’s fair to say that he half assed the search, someone that was really determined could have uncovered enough details that Blitz Buckzo being Celena Bledsoe wouldn’t have been hard to figure out.”
“Someone actually did. That’s how Verosika found out, and why she was so determined to see me.” Blitz admitted sheepishly, “Sorry, I forgot to tell you. The first time I saw her on this side of things I was still recovering from the gunshot to the shoulder.”
“Any other revelations I need to know about?” Lucifer asked tartly.
“I don’t think so, but I’ll let you know if any come to mind.” She replied sweetly, batting her eyelashes with an innocent look on her face.
The king muttered something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like wiseass before deciding to continue. “ Anyway , right up until the mole hiding in Stolas’s ranks tattled to Paimon about the mysterious female imp that arrived at night, followed by Ozzie and Fizz the next morning he didn’t have a clue where she was, let alone about the boys.”
“So Crimson having my kids abducted had nothing to do with before and was because of my proximity to Ozzie?”
“Evidently. Neither Cash nor Paimon knew anything about it. And witnessing the control that Stolas has over his demon form?” The fallen one mimed a chef’s kiss, everyone laughing as said owl blushed. “I’ve never seen someone go full demon with intent to maim and then pull the anger back enough to be lucid. It’s something I struggle with, the last time it happened Charlie was the only one that could get through to me to stop.”
“Striker seemed surprised himself, when I saw him the first time when we went in to get the boys he thought I was just some female imp. If he’d called me darlin one more time I would have put more than two bullets in him.” Blitz huffed from where she sat on Stolas’s lap.
“I say it’s because you’re still a trouble magnet.” Fizz tossed out, laughing as he got flipped off.
“I don’t know, he has a point.” Lucifer grinned, grin widening as he too got flipped the bird.
“Anyway, I don’t remember a whole lot of the details about what happened because of the amount of painkillers I was on.”
“Pretty simple, Paimon summoned Stolas, I tagged along, he made an ass of himself and Stolas got pissed when Loona and the boys got hauled in before almost taking a bite out of him.” He shrugged, “After that everything was calm until you lost that bet and had to sing.”
“I still think the clown cheated.”
“I did not! You just suck at cards!”
Everyone collectively rolled their eyes while the pair bickered until Ozzie cleared his throat. “I wonder if I need to check my employee files to make sure none of the ones you have work or have worked for me.”
“Good point, I didn’t ask. At the time I was more concerned with Cash, Paimon, Vox, and Valentino.” Lucifer mused. “Consensus between both Fathers of the year is that nothing really happened between when Cash received the pictures and a copy of the tabloids a few weeks after they appeared, but it took until you were on your honeymoon,” He glanced at Blitz and Stolas, “for him to drag himself out of his hole and show up at Barbie’s apartment. Then of course was him trying to get into the Sinsmas party.”
“What was the point of all that anyway?” Barbie asked, speaking for the first time.
“Making a scene as near as I can tell,” He shrugged. “Neither really said much happened between Cash trying to get into the Sinsmas party and when Cordelia was born. Personally I think they were starting to give up, but then Satan threw his little bitch fit.” The eyeroll and grimace said everything about what Lucifer thought about that particular situation.
“You know how he is Luc, Satan is through and through a ‘do-as-I-say, not-as-I-do’ type. He thinks imps need to be obedient and abhors them making any kind of moves towards upward mobility. There were five of us at the wedding of an imp and a Goetia, and he completely missed it.”
“Yeah, I do, and fuck knows he doesn’t listen to anyone.” The angel lamented. “Anyway, Cash showing up in Envy was all him, Paimon was pissed about it.”
“That’s what I thought, it was an extra ballsy move that would be something he would do, not to mention the digs at my kids.”
“The leak to Vox was Paimon, but Cash added that you were magical. Vox wanted to discredit Stolas and Belial, the reason why I couldn’t get out of him, either there wasn’t one or there’s a deal in place that prevents him saying. Valentino has some weird desire, obsession, I don’t even know what to get back at Blitz Buckzo, despite the fact that Celena has denied being him repeatedly and he’s dead on paper.”
Blitz sighed heavily in exasperation as she looked at the ceiling, “I know why,” she admitted, “But I would prefer to answer that question privately.” Stolas, and almost everyone else in the room looked at her in confusion, but Lucifer and Ozzie both nodded. Ozzie already knew the particulars, but there hadn’t been a reason for her to tell anyone else. “I’ll tell you later.” She quietly told her owl.
“I don’t know why Valentino had an angelic collar, probably to subdue sinners with varying degrees of magic, normally something like that would be moot with the average hellborn.”
“Yeah, normally. It cut me off so thoroughly that I couldn’t even use a crystal and I almost died.”
“True, but you also aren’t the average hellborn.”
“So what happens with everyone now? Can I have five minutes alone at full power with them?”
“I might be associated with apples, but I did not fall off an apple truck Celena, and I am not naïve enough to think that letting you be alone with any of them at full power would be anything but a bad idea.”
“Two minutes?”
“No.” Lucifer said firmly. “Cash is already in a deep dark hole, and I won’t tell you which one. Paimon is a little more touchy because of the position held, and I’m not telling you where he is either. As for Vox and Valentino,” he grimaced, “Let’s just say that Vox is on a very short leash, and I’m the one holding it. I returned Vox to his position because his death could cause widespread communication issues, I personally stripped Valentino of his souls and Overlord status, he’s done. In the process I also cancelled all of his contracts, I think Angel is still celebrating.”
“I bet, I’ll have to send him a bottle of wine to celebrate more. Fuck, Valentino being cooked makes me want to celebrate. What about Velvette?”
“I left her in charge, she might be sending you an e-mail about a collaboration. She said that she’d sent one already but never got a response.”
“I vaguely remember seeing it about the same time that Cash showed up in Envy. Either way, I owe her big, a collab is the least I can do for her getting Cora away from the psycho twins.”
The discussion lasted for another hour until finally Blitz found herself alone with Lucifer. Holding his arm out, she took it and they walked out to the palace’s gardens. Blitz could tell that they were still being revived from years of neglect, but what she saw was beautiful. In the center of the garden was a large covered gazebo with a set of wicker furniture in the middle.
“It’s pretty out here.” She said quietly when they were seated. If she took a breath she could smell the flowers rather than the usual smoggy stench that permeated most of Pride.
“It was one of Lilith’s favorite places, I’m embarrassed to admit that when she left I let the garden run wild, it hurt too much to look at.” He smiled sadly as he looked around before focusing on Blitz.
“Whatever you’re thinking, isn’t it. It’s really more embarrassing than anything. It relates to how I already knew Angel before Charlie and Vaggie’s wedding.”
“You worked for Valentino?”
“Briefly. There was a point in my life, when keeping a roof over my head and at least a little food in my stomach trumped what I had to do to accomplish it. At the time I was pretty much doing whatever I could, films for Valentino, bounty hunting, a few assassinations, whatever I could find. Considering the scarring that covers a lot of my body now, and then, you won’t actually see me in any of those films, lots of really good looks at Blitz Jr, but not me.” She could feel the flush creeping across her face as she admitted this, and she wasn’t sure what made it worse about who she was telling this story to, that he was an angel, older than creation, or the king. “Valentino’s hard on to get back at me pretty much boils down to the fact that I told him no. One of his tricks is to get his targets very inebriated in some fashion and then get them to sign the deal when they don’t have their wits about them, he accomplishes that a lot with the pheromones that he puts off.”
“Bel said that he’d effectively weaponized an infernal punishment.”
“That might be a good description. My mistake was ending up in bed with him, we were going at it and he’s letting off enough Val-funk to dope up one of Stolas’s legions while trying to convince me to sign his contract. He didn’t realize, or know, that I had a pretty strong tolerance to a lot of different drugs at that time.”
“What did you do?”
“Got off first and told him I wasn’t signing any fucking deal with him.” Blitz snorted before outright laughing at Lucifer’s shocked face. “Needless to say, I kept my ass out of the entertainment district until I ‘died’.”
“Let me make sure I have this right, Valentino was obsessed with getting you, because you got off first and told him no?”
“Yup, pretty much. Chances are that he knew exactly who I was when I woke up in the Vee tower. Between his nose and those fucky antennae of his, he’s very good at picking up scents, and according to Loona my underlying scent didn’t change that much just because I changed teams.”
It was interesting to be one of the few demons that Lucifer was comfortable enough to be informal with as he sat with her in the palace gardens in shirtsleeves and waistcoat, head hung in disbelief.
“I wish I could say that surprised me.” He said after a moment. “But honestly, after hearing some of what Angel has said, I believe it. It also means that I don’t regret breaking those deals because who knows how many of those souls were taken advantage of.” Blitz couldn’t stop the laugh that came out when Lucifer shuddered.
Taking a deep breath she closed her eyes and relaxed, finally feeling like she could. Focusing, she lifted her hand, watching it glow slightly as she conjured a butterfly like one she’d seen on earth years before, both of them watching as it slowly opened and closed its wings before flying away.
“So what are you going to do now? All the people that seem determined to destroy your life are taken care of, what’s next?”
“I think,” Blitz started slowly, “I’m going to go home, make sure that Stolas doesn’t think I’m here confessing to another capital offense, cuddle my kids, and make some clothes. What happens in a month? A year? A century? I don’t know,” She smiled, “I’ll worry about it when gets here.”
Chapter 23: Epilogue
Notes:
3 stories, 126,000 words, the hardest part was actually writing the epilogue for this. I wanted it longer, but frankly, it really didn't need to be and I didn't want to include a lot of unnecessary....stuff. So my self-indulgent flight of fancy closes out with a 900 word epilogue.
Thank you to everyone that has hung in there while I figured this out!
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200 years later
In the end, the news of Blitz’s abilities, and exactly how they happened hadn’t caused that much of a backlash within the Ars Goetia. That included the details of exactly how it happened, who it was that perpetrated it, and exactly how she survived it. Raum had been horrified at first, like the Sin of Envy he had believed the bloodline created by his daughter had died out, not that it was very much alive in a hybrid imp that happened to be married to a Goetian prince with three very magical Goetian children. That didn’t mean that they accepted her any better, but frankly, she was used to their bullshit and they didn’t attend that many parties anyway.
It had hardly been a blip on the general radar of Hell itself, Hellborn and Sinners alike barely giving it a glance. Vox had tried to make a scene about how he told them so, but was then promptly jerked back on the chain that Lucifer still held firmly, with a reminder that finding another sinner with Vox’s knowledge wasn’t as hard as it used to be.
More than anything, they were empty nesting, and that had hit Blitz a lot harder than she thought it would. Castor had officially been named Vassago’s heir a century before, Pollux had a position within the Botanical Gardens of Pride that kept him busy, but neither had married, and they were fine with that. Cordelia had been a surprise, her magic wasn’t as strong as her brother’s but it was no less potent. Where Castor had visions and Via read the prophecies in the stars, Cora was their diviner, their scryer, their reader, and her accuracy was uncanny. But she wouldn’t read anything about her family, she had learned her lesson the day her Aunt Barbie had died in an accident at the hospital. She’d been inconsolable, and then the news had come.
As time passed, as was to be expected, the mortal hellborn around them started to pass, but the one that hit Blitz the hardest was Loona who had passed peacefully in her sleep, leaving behind a daughter and granddaughter. They had interred her in the crypt of the palace in Pride next to Barbie with Millie and Moxxie. The first century of her life had been the hardest, and there was no way that she would have made it without the support of those around her. But eventually, things got easier, and while the pain never truly went away, it became easier to live with.
But today was a happy day, today was Cordelia’s wedding. Stolas stood on one side of her, Lucifer on the other and watched as her little girl danced with her new husband, the youngest son of an Earl of the Ars Goetia. She’d heard that the Earl hadn’t been happy when he’d learned that his son was courting the younger, hybrid daughter of Stolas and his impish wife, but once he’d met her he’d been charmed by the young woman with auburn feathers and her mother’s original impish eyes.
It had been a beautiful wedding, held in the cathedral like her own, the reception at the palace in Pride that they had chosen to return to while the house in Lust was updated and repaired. Stolas held her through dances, before Lucifer decided to cut in and spun Blitz around the dance floor like he had at several parties in the previous decades. The reception continued until the moon rose and finally the newlyweds departed for their honeymoon in Envy.
Sitting on the railing of the balcony off of their bedroom, the same one that she’d climbed up to two centuries before, Blitz looked up at the full moon and sighed, leaning into the warm body that stepped up behind her.
“Are you alright, darling?” Stolas asked.
“Yeah, it just doesn’t seem like she should be old enough to be married.”
“I know. I am just glad that we were able to give her what neither of us had.”
“That’s a long list, Pretty Bird.” Blitz laughed.
“Yes, but no less true.”
Blitz had settled into a semi-retirement with little fanfare, when clothing design didn’t hold the same thrill for her that it once had. She would still make wedding dresses and formals on request occasionally, but not at the scale that she once had.
“Have you given any thought to your next endeavor?"
“Tried to, there’s just so many possibilities.” She sighed as he picked her up off the railing and brought them both back inside.
“There has to be at least a few that seem more appealing.” Stolas pressed lightly, sedentary was not part of her nature and watching her linger on the decisions pained him as she seemed to get sadder and more withdrawn the longer she went without something to occupy her.
The prince longed to see the fire that he’d seen when she was still running IMP, or the challenges that came with creating something new and desirable in the fashion business. He could also tell that there was something on her mind that she wasn’t for whatever reason willing to voice.
“There is, but it’s silly.”
“Tell me, please?”
She bit her lip and sighed heavily as he sat on the bed with her still in his arms. Blitz didn’t know how Stolas would react to the question.
“Have you thought about maybe having another baby?”
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