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He thought he’d finally escaped the Goetia family for good…

But as it seems that’s not the case at all.

When will he finally be freed from this?!

“Sir, we found the imp.” One of the hellhounds holding him said.

His guards barely got Stolas’s attention. “Who-“

Stolas stops to look at this imp. His face grows angry at the sight of his old…friend. “Blitzo.” He greets.

“Stolas…” Blitzø mumbles, not wanting to look at this asshole.

“Leave him to me, I will handle him.” Stolas says.

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{25 years ago:}

Blitzo and Fizzarolli were happily playing with their horse balloons. They were in-between shows and they needed time to just have fun and be kids for a change.

The three kids- Fizzarolli especially was constantly working, they took on a lot for them being so young, but Blitzo never understood that, none of them did. They just knew it was their job to help their parents.

Cash grabbed Blitzø and pulled him away from his friend. “Boy, I've got a job for you! You are gonna spend the day with one of the Goetia princes.”

“Ew. Why?” Blitzo asks.

Cash rolls his eyes. “Because money! Now, listen carefully. You are being bought out to be his playmate, but I want you to steal as much from those rich fuckers as you possibly can.”

Blitzo retorts. “Steal? But, what if I get caught?”

Cash’s eyes widen and he pouts. “Don't you want your family to be able to buy a bigger tent? better food? don't you want to be able to help me and your mama out?” He asks.

Blitzo defends: “Of course I wanna help mama!”

“Then, you gotta do this. Everything those rich fucks have will be worth a fortune!” Cash explains.

Blitzo rubs his arm anxiously, he’s sick of seeing his mom and sister suffer like they had… of course he wants to help them, he’d do anything for them really, it’s such a risk though. “But, if I'm caught - I'm scared, dad.” He admits, hoping his father would understand or offer him some advice.

Cash gets closer to Blitzo eyes darken as he gripped his shoulder tightly. He pulls Blitzo closer to the boys dismay. “There are scarier things, aren't there, son?” He asks.

Blitzo can smell the alcohol from his father’s breath, he couldn’t even move away. “But -“

Blitzo looks up as his father, eyes promising a fate worse than death if he didn’t comply.

“Yes, papa.” Blitzo finally complied.

“That’s a good boy.” His father says.

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Blitzo surprisingly had a good time with Stolas… at least- it wasn’t as bad as he thought it would be. His father even got to take a ton of treasures home.

He felt accomplished, like he actually did something- he wasn’t a failure for once!

Blitzo and Stolas were playing by a tree. Stolas had a book in his hands that intrigued Blitzo. “What Is that? Your diary?” He asks.

Stolas shakes his head. “No, this is my new grimoire! It's a spell book! I have to learn it so I can access the living world!” He explains.

“The living world? Like the world with humans and stuff? Where the sinners come from?” Blitzo asks.

Stolas nods. “Mmhmm.”

Blitzo is in awe. “That's cool!”

Stolas nods. “Yes! I'm supposed to use it to study the sky!”

Blitzo tilts his head. “Why?”

“My dad says I can find prophecies, but I don't really know. But, I'm supposed to, that's what my job will be when I grow up. To join the rest of the Goetia family.” Stolas explains.

“Sounds boring.” Blitzo says.

“Not really…though I also have to get married…I don’t even like Stella, she’s...scary.” Stolas complains.

“Not me, I’m never getting married.” Blitzo declares.

“Never?” Stolas asks.

Blitzo scoffs. “Well, maybe. But not till like I’m like- thirty or something.” Blitzo explains.
“You wanna know what I'm gonna do when I grow up?”

“What’s that?” Stolas asks.

Blitzo jumps up on the tree. “I'm gonna run my own circus and I'm gonna be the most famous imp ever and I'll be able to do what I want to do, all day! I'm gonna make so much money and buy myself a big building, with a big office!”

“A big office? For a circus?” Stolas asks, confused.

Blitzo nods. “Yeah! A big office! Circus business with clowns and horses! and the horses will all have good names like Stapler and Biscuit Queen!”

Stolas giggles. “I'm sure you will. That sounds like a good business.”

“Yeah! And, if you want to apply, I'll hire you. Maybe.” Blitzo says.

Stolas chuckles. “You'll hire me?” He asks.

“Yeah, if I feel like it.” Blitzo shrugged.

Stolas giggles. “Well, I hope I qualify! You'd be a good boss, Blitzo.”

Blitzo puts his hands on his hips. “You say that with sarcasm, but I totes would! You’ll see.”

Stolas laughs happily, and Blitzo does too.

Suddenly a hellhound came by and snatched up the tiny demon. “Hey, let me go!” Blitzo screamed. “Help!”

“What is the meaning of this?” Stolas asks, infuriated by how his fathers guards were treating his new friend. "Release my friend at once!"

“Apologies, Prince Stolas. Your fathers orders.” The wolf says.

Stolas is terrified, not unlike Blitzo, he decides to follow them to see where they might take the Imp.

They had the young imp sent to a cell to be chained up.

Paimon called the circus to pass on a little message to Cash:
“You seriously thought you could steal from the Goishan family and get away with it? Well, I think not! You have until sundown to return the treasures, or else I will be keeping your son here as my personal slave until his dying days!”

Blitzo gasps.
That’s it then, he failed. His father will have to give the owl man his stuff…he could’ve helped out his family if he had just been more careful. Now they’re back to square one.

His dad was probably on his way back now. He’ll have to come up with a good excuse for when he shows up.

He’s coming…right?

The sun eventually started to set.

His father wouldn’t abandon him…

Right?

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“Dad? Where’s Blitzo?” Barbie asks her father while they packed everything up to move the circus to their next big location.

“He….Uhh was kidnapped.” Cash said.

“What?!” Fizzarolli shouts, Barbie gasps.

“By pirates.” Cash says.

“No! Not Pirates!” Fizzarolli gasps.

“What’ll we do?!” Barbie asks.

Tilla, Blitzo and Barbie’s mother takes her husband’s arm and pulls him away. “Cash, where’s Blitzo?” She asks.

Cash sighs. “Listen, the plan didn’t work the way I had hoped. The Goetia prince has him now.”

“What? Go get him!” Tilla demanded. “Now!”

“Don’t you think if I could I would?!
If we go over there they’ll have our heads, using Blitzo as an example!” Cash shouts.

Tears fill Tilla’s eyes. “We have to try.”

Cash hugs her. “We will try. We just need a plan.

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Stolas and Blitzo :

Blitzo has been trying his best to escape for the past two weeks but nothing has worked. No matter how many times he’s been caught, no matter how many times they beat him, he wasn’t going to give up. Mama needed him! Barbie needed him. He had to get out of here!

The kings guards grew tired of dragging the Imp into the castle, so they locked him up in the dungeon, chaining his arms and legs so he could get too far, they threatened to tie him to a table if he tried anything else.

Blitzo sat on the floor and cried despite himself, he hated being so weak, but he was defeated. He was stuck, and he may never see his family again…he may never see anything again actually.

“Blitzo?” A voice called, the small owl prince opened the door to his cell and walked in.

“What do you want?” The Imp asks him.

“I- I just wanted to make sure you are okay.” Stolas says.

“Well, obviously I’m not okay!” Blitzo shouts. “I’m all alone, I’m cold, my arms hurt and I’m slowly loosing my sanity over being trapped in a cage!”

“Maybe if you stopped trying to escape, father would go a lot easier on you?” Stolas suggests.

“Why should I? There’s no risk, I don’t want to be here, I just want to get out! I’m all alone here, no one cares about me! If I die no one will even notice. So why don’t you just leave me alone?” He asks.

Stolas walks over to him. “I’m here for you, Blitzo.”

“What?” Blitzø asks.

“I care about you, I would be very sad if you died. I’ll help you as much as I can.”

“Buy why? I tricked you, I used you for your money.” Blitzo says.

“Only because your father made you.” Stolas defends. “I understand having to do something you didn’t want to do because of obligation.” He explains.

“I don’t even know what that means.” Blitzo says.

Stolas sits on the floor with Blitzo, making eye contact. “What I mean is, I want to help; I can’t convince my father to let you go, but I can take care of you. Get you food, water, we can talk about stuff, have fun. Whatever you need.” Stolas explains.

Bltzo sniffs and wipes his tears away. “Why would you do something like that?”

“Because that’s what friends do, right?” Stolas asks.

Blitzo nods. “I guess.”

“Great. I shall go fetch you something warm, oh, and better food. I’ll be back soon, Friend!” Stolas promises, leaving the dungeon.

Blitzo didn’t really expect Stolas to come back, but he did just as he promised with food and a warm blanket for him. “Wow, thanks.”

“Of course! I know this is scary now…but over time maybe you’ll grow to like it here?” Stolas suggests.

Blitzo shrugs. “Maybe.”

Once Stolas left, Blitzo looked out the barred window. He knows his family would be busting him out of here soon..he just has to play the victim, and play nice for Stolas until he can break out.

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{25 years later:}

Stolas looked down at Blitzø, eyes glowing bright red in anger, but Blitzø can sense a little pain behind those eyes. “Follow me, IMP.”

Blitzø sighs and does. He crosses his arms and reluctantly keeps up with Stolas. He hates the way Stolas called him Imp like it was an insult or something, it’s not! There’s nothing wrong with what he was, the demons who decided they were less than were the problem.

They walked down the long hallways. Blitzø looked around at the different portraits. There was hideous pictures of Stolas and his good for nothing shrew Stella, but then he saw a picture of Stolas where he looked…not miserable, holding a small owl demon- did Stolas have a kid?

Stolas lead Blitzø to his room and locked the door behind them. He slowly walks over to the smaller demon. It was eerily quiet. The only sound was coming from Stolas’s boots stepping forward.

Blitzø sighs, he can’t stand quiet; he needed to get out of this, and fast. He had people waiting for him! He backed away slowly from the prince, maybe he can talk his way out. “Stolas, listen, I-“

“Quiet.” Stolas growls, his voice goes dark, and with a long arm he pins Blitzø to the couch. “I have not given you permission to speak, Imp!”

Blitzø was surprised, but his expression turned from scared to angry. Who does this asshole think he is?!

“Give me the book before I rip your fucking head off!” Stolas threatens.

Kinky.

Blitzø reluctantly takes Stolas’s book out of his jacket and hands it back to Stolas.

Stolas let’s him go and he opens the book to be sure this wasn’t a fake or something. “What exactly were you planning on doing with this, little imp?” Stolas asks.

Blitzø keeps his mouth shut, raising his eyebrows at the prince as if waiting for something.

Stolas sighs. “When I ask a question, you have permission to answer.”

“Can’t be too careful.” Blitzø shrugs.

Stolas crosses his arms and taps his foot for several minutes. “Well?!” Stolas asks impatiently.

“I don’t have answer to you anymore, Stolas. I don’t give a fuck what your daddy lost that day. I. Don’t. Fucking. Belong. To. You!” Blitzø shouts.

“What about what I fucking lost? Hm? I could loose my rank, my family would loose their home!” Stolas says.

“Really? I wouldn’t know what that’s like.” Blitzø says.

“Fucking hell! Will you never let that go?! Don’t you fucking care about anyone but yourself?” Stolas asks.

Blitzø scoffs. “Right. Speaking of which, how’s the Misses? Sorry I couldn’t make it to the wedding, I was getting over a really hard break up.” Blitzø says, looking at a portrait of his family that was hanging on the wall near them.

“More like break out, you’re the one who left, what was I supposed to do?” Stolas asks.

“Not marry Stella the first second you could?!” Blitzø suggests.

“I had no choice! We had an obligation to our families!” Stolas shouts.

“You could’ve change your fucking fate, Stolas! And If you think you can’t you’re an idiot who’s learned nothing these past years!”

“Shut up!” Stolas shouts. “Shut the fuck up!”

Blitzø does, still heaving angrily.

“I will not ask again, what were you going to do with my book?” Stolas asks.

“Like I’d fucking tell you.” Blitzø says.

Stolas rushes over to Blitzø and pins him to the couch again. “Listen to me you tiny pathetic Imp. You will tell me, or so help me-“

“What? What are you doing to do? Kill me? Fuck me? Stick me in a stew? I don’t fucking care, okay? Do whatever the fuck you want!”

Stolas suddenly has an idea of how to break Blitzø. “You know, my guests could use a little entertainment.” Stolas says.

“What?” Blitzø asks.

“You’re a clown, make them laugh.” Stolas demands. “If you don’t get on stage and preform your beautiful little ass off I will find your friends and family and kill them one by one.” He threatened.

Blitzø gulps, turning bright red out of embarrassment…and fear. “Stolas, I don’t-“

“Awe, what’s the matter Blitzy?” Stolas teases. “Standing in front of a big crowd of people, humiliating yourself, entertaining them at any cost. That’s what a clown does, my love.” Stolas says, using the fucking baby voice Blitzø hates.

“Stolas. Please.” Blitzø begged, feeling he had no other option.

“Unless you’d rather just tell me what exactly you were doing with my grimoire?” Stolas suggests.

Blitzø sighs. “Fine, I needed it to access the human world.” Blitzø says.

“And what would a tiny little Imp such as yourself need access to the human world?” Stolas asks.

“I’m an assassin. My team and me are running out of clients here, most of them seek revenge on the living world…so we’ve been using it to get new clients. We’ve been very successful in it so far.” Blitzø explains.

Stolas hums. He starts to circle Blitzø as if he were pray. “Well, my guards cought you, how good an assassin could you be?” Stolas asks.

“I’m a C.E.O, Stolas. Not a ninja.” Blitzø explains.

“Whatever.” Stolas rolls his eyes. “Though this piece of information does give me a sense of ambivalence. I do actually think this could work in my favor.” Stolas says.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Blitzø asks.

“I haven’t been properly seduced in quite some time now. I could really use some pleasure in my life.” Stolas says.

“I’m not your cum dump anymore, Stolas. Why don’t you just fuck your wife or something?” Blitzø asks.

“Stella and I only had coitus to produce an heir for the Goetia family. Never for pleasure. In fact, I’ve never had a sexual encounter anywhere near as pleasurable since you, Blitzy.”

“Where are you going with this? I don’t have all the time in the world!” Blitzø sighs in aggravation.

“I’ll make this simple for you my formal lover.” Stolas leans on close to Blitzø, so close Blitzø could hear the owl’s heart beating. “once a month on the full moon, you will return the book to me followed by a night of passionate fornication.” He whispers that last part before getting off of him. “And you will get to keep it all the rest of the time, none of my guards or my fathers for that matter will bother you again. Sound fair?” He asks.

Blitzø considered it, He needed the book, he owed it to his team, and not to mention Loona. Without the book, they wouldn’t have access to the human world and they’d loose their business. He didn’t want to owe anything to Stolas anymore, he hated this asshole more then anything and now he was going to have to kiss it?

Sigh.

But everyone had to make sacrifices…freedom isn’t free. Blitzø gets up and shakes Stolas’s hand. “You got yourself a deal.”

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