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Asmodean Crystals, Stolas had read a few pages within his grimoire before. Though he never thought he would seek out Asmodeus himself for one. 'You know, Stolas. If you don’t tell him soon.. you might lose him. I don’t think this is a good idea.' No. He cannot force Blitzø into a relationship such as this. It’s for the better.. is it not? That’s what he thought. Right? If Blitzø wants to leave… He shouldn’t make him come back. 'Look, birdy-babe, I’m just trying to be realistic here! I am all for whatever you guys have going on, and I love that you came to me for help and all that, but… Why don’t you just.. Tell him?' Tell.. him..? What a silly idea. Blitzø doesn’t… 

“You don’t understand, Asmodeus.” The words escaped his lips before he even realized. He had been silent, trying to drown out the sound of the Sin speaking before him. Silent, because he didn’t want to accept any of the things being spoken to him. Silent, because… he’d always been like that. Almost always. He thinks back to all those days with Blitzø. He looks up from where his hands tremble in his lap, and the Sin of Lust is rubbing the bridge between his.. comically large eyes. (Though Stolas’ are normally as large- if not larger).

Asmodeus almost looks tired of Stolas. I’m sure everyone is tired of me though, the owl thinks to himself. He almost laughs aloud when he remembers where he is. Satan, he’s tired. He’s been trying for almost two weeks now to convince Asmodeus for this stupid crystal. Stupid. Stupid fucking crystal– “Stolas, come on. I’m sure you can figure something out without this ‘setting him free’ bullshit!” He almost groaned, but it did sound more like a sigh of annoyance, “What I’m trying to say is.. I can’t just–” He paused when his phone buzzed, “Ah, sorry birdy, let me take this real quick.” When Stolas’ eyes met the soft, crooked smile on Asmodeus Ozzie’s face, he already knew it was the imp jester of his. He gave a quick, sharp nod as he walked out to take the phone call.

Was Asmodeus even different from him? ' Oh, you’re joking, right? You really think you’re like Asmodeus the Sin of Lust. Come on, Stolas. I know you’re pathetic but, this? Wow, it’s just embarrassing.' Now where has he heard that voice before? Oh. Right, Stella. But why was she here? Why would I be there for you, dipshit? No, she wasn’t here. But her voice was. Stolas recently found himself hearing her voice when the owner of it was long gone. 

The owl prince was busy loathing himself in his own thoughts, he almost didn’t hear when Asmodeus came back in with a look of.. what was it? Usually, he could read emotions well, but now it seemed things were muffled. The Sin sat before him and sighed deeply, “Fizzarolli” the jester imp “told me that.. I should give you the crystal.” Stolas’ four red eyes all blinked, unsynchronized. Ozzie held back a laugh. “I know he and your little guy used to be friends. Well, I mean, I supposed they’re friends again.” Ozzie did laugh that time. 

“Tell him I send my thanks,” Stolas bowed. It reminded him of almost.. what.. 26 years ago? He could not remember, despite how amazing his memory is. Was. He was told not to bow to imps but.. why should he not? He never understood. Plus, the jester was the.. fiancee? Boyfriend? …Business partner..? Of a deadly sin. They’re basically equals, aren't they?

“Stolas?” He was shaken out of his thoughts as Ozzie almost yelled at him. ' You dumbass. He was talking to you, you know.' 

Stolas was startled and almost had another coughing fit. He let out a squeamish hoot instead. ' Bet you have fun holding them back, hm? Don’t you want to show the world how weak you are? Maybe I should have had that imp kill you since their kind is so equal to you.' Go away, Stella. “Ah. My apologies.. I was.. thinking!” He cleared his throat as Ozzie shot him a concerned look, “I, um.. I should probably get going now…”

Ozzie led him out of the building, but stopped him just before he could open a portal to the palace, “You know,” he starts, “you don’t have to… hide anything. I know that assassination was.. a close hit.” The grip his large hands held on Stolas’ thin wrist was oddly comforting. ' Twig-ass.' Ozzie paused before letting go. ' You miss the contact. It’s pathetic.' “I’ll have the crystal sent to your palace within a few days. I’ll make a special order.” ' Aww, how sweet! You know he just pretends to like you. Like that fuckish imp.' Go away, Stella. “Go get some rest, Stols.” 

Ah. He almost forgot Blitzø wasn’t the only one to call him that nickname. “You flatter me. But I will try,” another failed laugh, “have a good day, Asmodeus.” So he opens the portal and they both part their ways.

He barely walked through it into his room before collapsing on the bed. Dammit. ' You should stop being so selfish. It’s really obvious, Stols.' Oh, so it’s Blitzø’s turn with the voice. It’s almost exciting to hear him again. But he knows it’s not real. He sighs, his vision is filled with grays and blacks, it’s fuzzy. Sometimes he thinks it feels like TV static. Maybe that’s not real, either. 

It takes minutes of shaky hands, and deep breaths before he can reach the glass of water on his bedside table to his beak. ' You’re a mess.' “I know, Blitzy..” He coos, and maybe he swears the imp servants can hear the soft cries from his room, but they do not bother. They never have, anyway. The only imp he wished could bother him was his precious Blitzø… His eyes fluttered with exhaustion before he drifted to sleep, still completely dressed in his formal attire from the meeting only minutes.. No, hours ago? Days? He forgot again.

If only Octavia hadn’t found his stash of happy pills a week after the attempted assassination.

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He woke up a day later. ‘ No, you idiot. It’s only been a few hours.’ Right. Of course, Blitzø A few hours later. Stolas sat up and stretched out his sore muscles from.. sleeping weirdly last night he supposed. Well, it was still night when he checked his clock. 

There was a message on his phone from.. nearing 2 am that informed him the Crystal would arrive later this evening. Ozzie did say the Asmodean Crystal would arrive in a few days, did he not? How convenient for it to come later today. ‘ You’re just grateful to finally get rid of me.’ No. He sighed. It was nearly 5 in the morning, so he could get up a bit early today. 

Stolas threw the blanket off of the bed. ‘ Can’t even pick it up now, huh?’ Great, back to Stella. He whispered something about wanting Blitzø’s voice as he walked through the halls.

Octavia, sitting at the table and eating cereal, almost crushed her spoon upon hearing the name. “ Blitzø this, Blitzy that ,” she mocked in her head, with the voice of her father. She didn’t bother asking why he was awake so early, shrugging it off as “that imps fault”. 

“Hi, dad.”

Stolas blinked slowly, had he not seen Via when he came into the kitchen? Did she just get here? He hadn’t heard the cereal– So he turned to face his daughter, while tossing a dead mouse to his favourite plant next to the refrigerator, and put on his best smile. “Good morning, Octavia! You’re up.. early!” He exclaimed, (apparently too loud as he ended up coughing his lungs out). Again.

The princess rolled her eyes at the fake excitement. But shot a look of somewhat concern as her father sounded as if he was about to collapse over and die. “I haven’t slept yet, but.. morning. I guess.”

Stolas blinked. Faster this time. Before the words actually settled in. “Via!” She rolled her eyes again. The “scolding” tone of her father is very recognizable. “You need to get some sleep, why don’t you go to bed?”

Via scoffed, ignoring the statement, “The full moon is soon. You gonna have that dickhead over?” She dropped the spoon into her half-empty bowl, clunking much louder than either of them would have liked. She hated how Dad deflated almost instantly. He only does that when Mom yells at him. The guilt across her face didn't go unnoticed, “Sorry.” She got up quickly, knocking over the box of cereal.

Stolas looked awfully distraught as he held onto his daughter's wrist, “Via..” Neither of them looked each other in the eye. “I’m sorry. I assure you if you do not wish for him to come over I can—”

“JUST STOP IT DAD!”  

‘You just have to fuck everything up, don't you Stolas.’ Just go away, Stella. Please.

He didn't notice when both of them were crying and in each other's arms. He didn't notice when he began to stroke his daughter's hair, it was like muscle memory. “Via, honey…” He pulled apart just to wipe the tears from her face, “I promise you, I—” he sighed

“I'm sorry Dad. I don't know why—” Octavia ran her fingers through the feathers on her father's back, “I'm just angry at you. I don’t know why .”

Stolas couldn’t help but smile down at his daughter, “I understand, dear. I..” They separate from the hug, holding hands as Stolas rubs his thumbs in circles against her knuckles. “I sometimes felt like that towards my own father. Trust me, I understand.” 

Octavia turned to go into her bedroom, wrapping her sweater around herself, “It’s okay, Dad. Really. I just.. It’s confusing.” She opens her door and leaves it open with a crack, “I’ll see you tomorrow I guess.” She whispers before shutting the door.

Stolas sighs, lowering his hands to his side. 

…

Now what?

He still had to wait for the crystal, but… 

It’s not like he had any plans. Much less had friends to do anything with. Well- there is Vassago, but..

Oh, yes! There’s Vassago!

Stolas went to pick up his phone from his pocket, realising he left it on the nightstand when he woke up. Shit, he was getting forgetful lately. He slipped into his room, plopping back down on the bed and picking up his phone in his shaky hands. Was he getting sick? Perhaps it was just some side effect of the angelic weapons that the assassin used on him. (Ah, what was his name again? Sebastian? No.. S… Striker? That sounded.. right. Not that it really mattered..)

He exhaled loudly as his phone unlocked to his and Blitzø's messages. He frowned as he scrolled back to their latest “conversation”. Blitzø never responded to his offer to visit him in the hospital. 

He sighed, opening Vassago’s contact and pressing the call button.

“Vassago here, what do you need?” A familiar voice beamed from the speakers. Suddenly, Stolas realises the last time he saw Vassago.. Even talked to him.. was during the hospital visit. Maybe he should have thought this through, this was a bad idea-

“ Hello? ” Vassago’s voice comes through, louder this time, with an exasperated sigh, “Look, I don’t have all day, you know. I’ve got things to do-” The voice on the phone cut himself off as Stolas felt himself zoning out, “Oh, Stolas. Sorry, I didn’t check the caller ID sooner.”

Stolas cleared his throat, making sure to do it away from the phone to make sure the microphone did not pick it up. “Ahem. Yes, it’s quite alright, Vassago.”

A moment of silence from Vassago’s line. 

“Alright,” the parrot said hesitantly. “Why are you calling me? Usually it’s the other way around.”

Stolas chuckled softly. Surprisingly, he actually didn’t fucking choke and die. Calm down, Stolas, it’s not that serious.. 

The owl cleared his throat nervously, “Ah, well.. you see, I don’t have any plans currently… I was just wondering if you’d like to come for dinner? You haven’t seen me since I was in the hospital, and-” He paused, gasping. “Oh my stars, you haven’t seen Via in.. em, how long ago was that?”

Silence.

Did Vassago hang up? 

“Stolas, is- is everything.. alright..?”

What? “Of course, Vassago. I’m perfectly fine. Why do you ask?” Stolas was genuinely confused. Did he sound weird? Oh, he sure hoped he didn’t. Did- did he say something wrong? What if he fucked everything up? Does Vassago hate him? Wha-

“Stolas. I mean, are you sure? Because I came over for dinner just.. three nights ago.’

Huh?

“Vassago, whatever do you mean?” He chuckled, “What?”

Stolas paused. “No, seriously. What are you talking about?”

He shrieked (much too loudly, but hopefully it did not startle Via more than it did himself) when a portal opened in front of his nightstand.

Oh, red. Vassago. Right. 

‘Don’t have the crystal yet, jackass. I don’t portal.’ Not right now, Blitzø.

Vassago walked through as posh as ever, staring down at Stolas. Either he was extremely concerned for the prince or he was here to kill him finally.

I mean just get it over with already, huh?

“Stolas..” The parrot whispers after closing the portal, “Fuck me, you’re so not okay. You need to rest.”

“I’m fine, Vassago.”

Vassago sputters for a moment, “Oh, I say bullshit! Do you see yourself?”

‘Twig-ass.’

He pinches in between his eyes, removing his sunglasses. “I can see several wounds that look… Definitely not healed.”

Vassago disappeared into Stolas’ bathroom for a moment. Leaving a confused owl sitting on the edge of his bed.

Well, he was less confused when he came back out with a medkit.

“I’ll do what I can for now, I suppose.”

Stolas would have protested against help, were he not in actual fucking pain. Maybe he’d get some more painkillers after Vassago left.

‘ Weak, Goddamn embarrassment! ’ 

Stella shut the fuck up.

Really, he didn’t feel much of Vassago’s work. He disossiacted through most of it. 

“Were you really here for dinner?” Stolas squeaks out mid-bandage session.

Vassago groans in frustration, “Yes.” He says harshly, only going back on his choice of tone after seeing the sulking expression on the owl’s face. “Er, yes. I was. Did you get a concussion or something? I never saw any wounds on your head during the visit.”

Stolas shrugged, hissing softly in pain as he felt the stitches on his shoulder pull. “I suppose I was dropped on the head a few times? I don’t recall any fine details.”

Vassago sighed. “Alright, all done.” He stepped back, admiring his bandaging skills momentarily before closing the medkit and setting it on the nightstand. “Try to get some rest. Would you like for me to take Octavia to Andrealphus’?”

He fought back a groan, “No. Do you think she could stay with you for a bit? Unless, of course, she requests anything else. I don’t really want her to see her father like… this .”

The parrot lets out a laugh that sounds way too forced for someone as lively as him. “‘Course. If anything gets unbearable, I can come back.” Vassago quickly walks to the door and waves before closing it behind him.

Wow, he didn’t even let me argue. 

He could faintly hear the sound of Via and Vassago talking. Via yelled a quick “bye, dad” before he heard the portal open and close.

Maybe he was lucky to have good hearing after all.

He didn’t have his antidepressants, but he was sure painkillers could do the same job of knocking him the fuck out.

“Wait.” He whispered to himself, “Crystal.”

He checked his phone to see a few messages from Asmodeus telling him the crystal arrived. 

He’ll get it in the morning.

He downed a few pills. Probably more than he should have, feeling light-headed almost instantly. 

“Goodnight Blitzø,” He whispered to the little red blur in the corner of his room, sitting politely on his rocking chair before using his magic to turn his lamp off.

Had such little usage of it always hurt so much?

And when did Blitzø get into his room, anyway?

He curled into the blanket, reaching to grab his little stuffed imp plush. Ah, shit. He left it on his chair.

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Dreams.

Stolas likes dreams.

Stolas likes dreaming.

He dreams.. often?

He’s not sure.

Is he dreaming? Is he awake?

He’s in.. a tent.

A circus tent.

“Hello?” He calls out, his voice echoing back at him, sounding strangely high.

He takes a few steps through a curtain, “Hellooo..?” He calls out once more. 

He stops for a moment, his legs feel too light to be his own.

Ah.

He’s a child.

Oh.

It’s his birthday.

“Hi. Uh, I’m Blitzo.” 

“Blitzø?” He twirls around, expecting to see his favourite imp.

However, instead, there is nothing.

“Hey.” A much more adult sounding Blitzø whispers in his ear and he feels a tap on his shoulder.

He turns his head, but again no one is there.

“Blitzø..?”

He blinks.

He’s in his bedroom.

He rubs his eyes, noticing a large crystal in his hands.

At least his legs are normally sized now.

“Stolasss~” 

His head shoots up, stuffing the crystal under the blankets. “Blitzø.”

Blitzø tosses the grimoire his way and he almost lets it hit him in the face before catching it. 

“So. What are you thinking we do tonight? I know it’s been… a while since our last, uh… Rendezvous in the sheets.” The imp wiggles his eyebrows, swishing his tail behind him. (Playfully? Perhaps. Hornily? Probably.) “I’m sure you’ve been planning some big extravagant fuck-fest, eh?”

“Oh, um-” 

“Ah, let me guess.” Blitzø paces back and forth tapping his chin. “Oh!” He practically jumps on the bed, “You got something real good, don’t you?” He climbs up on the bed, far too close to Stolas’ lap when he feels something… hard under the covers.

“Blitzø-”

He laughs awkwardly, keeping his hand on the mysterious object under the blanket. “You know, normally I’d ask if it was a dildo or something, but this seriously doesn’t feel like one.”

“Blitzø.”

Blitzø stares him in the eye, “Stolas.”

Stolas feels a hand on his thigh. “Blitzø, not right now.”

He blinks, suddenly he can't move. The hand is still on his thigh. 

Everything hurts.

“Don't worry, lanky birdy, I'll be nice.” 

No.

No.

Nonononono.

No, this isn't what happened.

This isn't how it went.

“Nice, slow and soft..” The deep, western voice whispers in his ear.

He can't see.

Is he dreaming?

Is this real?

It feels too real.

Too real.

“Unless..~” The hand comes to a stop where it was tracing circles on his thigh. 

He can't talk.

He feels his heart beating fast. It hurts.

He feels dizzy as he's roughly pushed onto the ground. Despite the rope, he can feel the train tracks digging into his skin.

This isn't how it went.

“Just stay still, birdy. Your Blitzy ain't comin’, but I'll make sure he knows you like being dicked down by any imp.” 

He can hear the awful smirk in his voice.

Please, no.

Not again.

Not again.

Stolas gasps as he opens all four of his eyes for the first time in what felt like days. 

Several disoriented minutes of hyperventilating and crying he realizes he's still in his bed.

It wasn't real.

It wasn't real.

He stares at the dark red sky out the window. Satan, how long was he asleep?

He wipes his tears with the tips of his fingers.

His throat feels hoarse, was he screaming? Maybe he was. No one came to check on him if he had been. 

Not that they'd care.

They're just his butlers.

His servants.

Does Blitzø think—

He snaps out of his thoughts, kicking the blanket away yet he doesn't feel the pain that shoots through his bones.

He groans, running his hands roughly down his face. 

He’s fine.

Everything is fine.

Glancing over at the clock, and some quick math.. He was asleep for roughly sixteen hours.

Great.

He normally goes to bed at ten thirty, but it’s only nine so he (begrudgingly) gets out of bed. Luckily, he wasn’t in too much pain. Well, his leg felt like it was burnt into a drumstick, but beside that, he was fine. 

He slips on his normal attire. Did Vassago.. change him? That didn’t matter.

He winces as his cloak pulls slightly on his stitches.

He’d live.

Rubbing his eyes, he sits down at his desk and decides to do some much overdue paperwork.

Someone knocks at the door.

“Come in,” he calls out. (Instinct, he supposed.)

The small butler, Pringles, walks in with a bag. “I was waiting for your arrival to your studies, sir. The crystal from Asmodeus arrived earlier this morning.”

Stolas hummed. “Thank you, Pringles.” His butler sets the bag on his desk before he shoos him away with a wave of his hand. He does not pay attention to the quick bow and scurrying man.

Reaching into the bag, he pulls out a small box with Asmodeus’ sigil carved into it. 

He’s never seen such a beautiful crystal before.

Well, in all technicality, he has. But none were ever as beautiful in this way. In the sense he was using it to set someone free, not just to sit on some shelves, to be taken and thrown out the window.

He stares at his reflection in the polished crystal, he looks awful. Visible bags under his eyes, his feathers are in disarray…

You look like a mangy stray.

Stella thought his feathers were ugly.

She thought he was ugly.

He was sure she was right.

But then why was it Blitzø called him a “pretty bird”? 

Maybe it was just the aftercare. He never really said it outside of… that.

He sighs, closing the box and setting it on the desk. He stands up, careful not to disrupt any more injuries, and closes the book he was attempting to read.

Ah, it wouldn’t kill him to sit in the stars for a bit.

Stolas likes the stars.

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”Dad?” A young  girl called out in Stolas’ dreams. He wondered if he should stop taking so many pills before bed- it felt like they were making his dreams more.. livid, at best. He was flipping through some pages of a book, his brain (smart as it was) didn’t try to make up even a sentence or two, so he just flipped through blank pages.

“Yes dear?” His voice says without his permission. For dreams that felt so real he couldn’t really control himself.

His daughter peaked her head into the door and came in quietly. “I had a question..”

Stolas hummed, placing a bookmark into the blank pages and setting his book aside. 

“Since we- well, the Goetias are.. immortal- what happens when we die?”

Truth be told this question stumped him. He’d been close to death but never too close that he tasted the bitterness of silence. “I’m not entirely sure myself, but I suppose I have an idea. What sparked this question, starfire?”

Via glanced at the ground, “Mum told me one of her family members was poisoned. I was just wondering what happened to them.”

“Ah, I see.”

His daughter sighed, looking back up at him, “Well what do you think, dad? What happens to us- I mean to anyone. There’s no afterlife for us right?”

Stolas chuckled softly, “My dear, have I not told you if I would be far you can find me in the stars?” Via tilted her head curiously. “When demons die, they don’t have souls- but their beings still exist. They go to the stars. I assume it’s not so different for us.”

“Oh.” She sat down on his bed in front of where he sat on the rocking chair. “Well I don’t really know anyone that’s.. dead. But you’ve seen grandma in the stars, then, right?” 

Stolas smiled softly, “Well I'm sure I've felt her presence before. Though I cannot say I actively search for her. My mother passed away many years ago, when I was just a child. Our connection wasn’t very strong.”

Via scuffed her feet on the floor. “I didn’t know grandma died so early, I thought she died- I dunno- just a little before I hatched or something.”

She paused before continuing, “So if.. both of us died. Would we be able to communicate in the stars? Or would we just burn for all eternity or something..?”

“Well I certainly would not like to try that, Via.”

The mere thought of Via having to bear the same fate as Stolas’ own future as a burning star in the endless galaxy caused him to jolt awake. He didn’t wake up in a cold sweat, though. It was near the afternoon. Though since the assassination attempt and his dreams being riddled with nightmares and night terrors- it had been the best sleep he’d had in a long time.

He checked his phone, yawning as he stretched. His wounds had not completely healed- but they were much better. The pain was merely a dull throb by now. His eyes caught onto the reply from Blitzø. He had texted the imp a few days ago about meeting up for the full moon this month.

“Shur, y not” was the reply he received in his inquiry about the meeting. He and Blitzø had barely texted within the weeks after he was in the hospital. He had to admit he chuckled softly at the horrible spelling. He just missed it. Missed Blitzø, truth be told.

Now the meeting was only in three days- which he should have prepared much earlier for. (But that’s not important)! He slipped on his red robe which shrugged off his shoulders and down to his elbows.

“Fuck, I need to replace this thing…” He whispered to himself as he made his way to the kitchen. 

Via was with her mother this week and he didn’t need to worry about her being in the way of the full moon. Well, he’d much prefer to be with her than Blitzø if he had the choice. 

Stolas pulled a rat from the barren fridge and swallowed it whole before sitting down at the table. If he was focusing on his manners, he would have eaten at the table, but no one was home anyway. He gave his servants the week off in case Blitzø agreed to stay with him.

Right… the crystal. He needed to prepare a speech if he was going to do this right. He went to his room to put on a normal set of clothes and took the crystal from the bookshelf and headed to his study.

He sat down with a feather and paper, determined to make this speech perfect. 

….

….

Hours later, it was already dark out when he’d finally gotten it just right. 

“Hm, I’ve never declared my love for someone but this looks pretty good..” He held up the writing to the light like it was an old relic he’d found in an abandoned ruin. 

Stolas startled, almost dropping his beloved love confession on the floor when his phone abruptly began to ring. He sighed, digging his phone from his pocket about to decline when he noticed it was Vassago.

“Shiiiittt, I forgot to respond to you didn’t I..?l” He banged his head on his desk and reluctantly picked up. “Hi Vassago..”

“Hola mi amigo!! How are you feeling? You, em, didn’t respond to me last night, I was wondering if you were alright.” Vassago’s enthusiastic voice chirped through the speakers as the concern filled his tone as he went on.

Stolas chuckled, keeping up the normal façade, “Oh, yes, I’m alright Vassago. I must’ve fallen asleep during our conversation. Haha, silly me!” He let out a strained hoot, hoping to Lucifer Vassago couldn’t tell he didn’t want to talk to him.

The parrot squawked a laugh so loud Stolas thought he wasn’t the only one forcing it as he slightly pulled the speaker away from his ear. “Ahem, is that all you needed? I’m afraid I’m a bit busy at the moment.”

“Ah, sì, sì. Lo siento, I don’t mean to interrupt you. Have a lovely night as always, love you!”

Vassago had always been an affectionate friend. Even towards a jackass like Andrealphus, he was kind. (Unless Andre had really riled him up- then his wrath was apparent). Even if he had been saying “I love you” to not only Stolas- but all of his friends- it never failed to catch Stolas off guard. 

“It’s alright, bye bye Vass.” The nickname slipped off his tongue like warm caramel being poured from a pot. He hit the hang up button before Vassago could go on. He rarely called anyone by nicknames. Only the people closest to him: Via and Blitzy.

He sighed and ran his hands down his face. 

It’d been a long time since he called Blitzø that. Since before the disaster that was Ozzie’s. He winced as he recalled that night. It still hurt- still fueled his nightmares. It still tainted his view of Asmodeus. 

He wouldn’t call himself friends with the sin. They weren’t very close, having only met a few times. Strangely, the first he met Asmodeus was at his wedding. He never understood why he was there, really. But it was better than any of the other sins. 

Stolas sighed, stretching from his seat and groaning as his back cracked far too many times than it should have at his age. 

“Huh. Maybe I am getting old like Via says.” He stood from his seat, going to his bedroom to place the crystal back on his bookshelf. It fit perfectly in the space the grimoire should be.

Will be.

If he could be honest, he did miss the nights of passion he and Blitzø had. But he was sure after Blitzø agreed to stay with him- then he wouldn’t have to wait for just one night a month. 

Stolas (begrudgingly) got up from the comfort of his bed and went into the kitchen. He opened the fridge to see what he could have for dinner- considering he skipped lunch. He grimaced seeing the contents inside. Via’s food, which he wouldn’t throw out, but it was not in his taste range. 

He sighed as he grabbed a box of ice cream from the freezer and a conveniently left out bottle of absinthe. As he made his way to his living room to watch the new episodes of his hellanovela he had missed he stole a few glances at the paintings on the walls. 

He stood in front of the large painting of him, Stella and Octavia when she was younger. He sighed, using his magic to pull the curtains over it. 

He paused for a moment, then decided to uncover Octavia.

He plopped down onto the couch, preparing for another sob session over Alejandro and Gabriella as he flipped channels.

“Why don’t you love me, Alejandro?!”

He paused, grimacing at the tv as he recognized the episode. As if Ozzie’s hadn’t been haunting him enough.

“Sorry Gabriella, I’ll rewatch that one later.” He said to the tv as he scooped a comically large amount of ice cream into his mouth.

After a few minutes of finding the episode he finally found one he hadn’t seen.

“Oh Gabriella… I love you so much! I just can’t deny this beautiful gift you’ve given me!”

Stolas was mid-swig of his drink before he paused, eyes glued to the screen.

“Alejandro.. I’ve loved you this whole time… but you were too blind to see it!”

Stolas lowered his hand as he watched the screen as Alejandro and Gabriella aggressively made out. 

“Is this a call from the universe?” He asked the tv in confusion. A present- the crystal. Alejandro - Blitzø?? He hoped it was. If this was how it played out, he couldn’t be happier. He smiled as the episode ended and the credits rolled. 

His brain felt a bit fuzzy and he didn’t remember what happened after they made out but he was happy they finally got together. He pulled a blanket over himself on the couch as he felt too tired to continue watching.

It’s too bad he didn’t notice the next episode was centred around their eventual breakup.

The tv had timed out by the time he woke up the next morning with the throbbing headache of a hangover. He vomited his “dinner” all over the floor but he quickly disposed of it with his magic.

He couldn’t be worrying about that when he had a whole house to prepare for the inevitable future passionate nights he would be having with Blitzø.

Unfortunately, he vomited again as the anxiety of how the confession would go returned into the pit of his stomach.

“Remember the episode, Stolas, it was a sign. It’ll go fine.” He whispered to himself. 

Yea, he had no idea what he was getting himself into.

Chapter Text

For Stolas, time seems to flow exceptionally fast when his anxiety is through the roof. Which unfortunately seemed to be during every waking hour by now. It was the night before the full moon and he wasn’t sure if he would make it. His heart was racing and at this point he was unsure whether it was his anxiety or a fucking full blown heart attack.

Now he shouldn’t be fueling the possibility of a heart attack by drinking away in shame under the covers while he read a book. He sighed as he rolled onto his aching back and set the book- and drink- aside. 

He glanced at his alarm clock, eyes glued onto the reminder of his alarm for seven the next morning. 

The amount he drank wasn’t enough for him to get drunk- not even tipsy at best. As much as he’d love to drown his sorrows away.. Well, he’d be able to do that with Blitzø on the full moon-

Right.

the full moon.

Tomorrow. 

His eyes wandered his dark room, landing on the box of… things… Blitzø had given him over the months. 

He just hoped he wouldn’t have to get a new box anytime soon, they took up a lot of space.

Noticing the time nearing his usual bedtime he decided it was time to clock out for the night, despite the growing weight in his stomach- he felt tomorrow would be… good. Great, even.

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The following hours of the morning were hectic. Stolas woke up calmly to his alarm but immediately vomited up the drinks he had the night prior after sitting up too fast. He groaned as he draped himself over the side of the bed and slapped his alarm to shut it up.

He used his magic to clean up the vomit off the floor before dramatically starting a bath for himself.

Well he had to look appealing for tonight to go swell. So he scrubbed just a tad bit harder at his feathers.

…And perhaps added far too much soap. At least he’d smell nice?

After he bathed himself thoroughly, Stolas haphazardly slipped on his shitty red robe that he still needed to replace and sighed.

He sifted through several options of a breakfast and took bits out of pretty much everything. His anxiety was spiking, the harsh beat of his heart rushing to his head as his breathing quickened.

He hastily searched his cabinets for his pills and attempted to pour out several into his hand. To his horror: the bottle was empty.

“Oh GODS!” He shrieked, this was not going according to plan. “This is fine, this is FINE!” Stolas pulled some of the feathers on his head as he paced around the kitchen, shoving a burger into his mouth. He swallowed the entire thing harshly and groaned.

The lack of pills didn’t help and he impulsively threw out everything he could see from the fridge. He was convinced things were going to be terrible now. 

“I’M GOING TO FUCKING DIE ALONE IF THIS GOES BAD!” He sobbed as he shoved his lanky body into the fridge. Now it was much easier to do when he was younger, but at least he still fit, right?

He thrust himself from the fridge after a few moments of cooling his brain down to think properly. “No, no, the episode. This is going to go…” Deep breath in. Deep breath out. “Fine. Spectacular.” After he calmed down and wasn’t so focused on the world burning down around him if this didn’t work out- he headed to his room to change.

As he dressed for the day, he glanced at himself in the mirror. “I’m ding the right thing, aren’t I?” His gaze fell upon the bandage on his shoulder. It had scarred by now- but something in his head made him not want to look at it. He closed his eyes as he redid the bandage and grabbed his clothes. “Of course I am.”

He walked to his room and grabbed the crystal from where he had been admiring it the other day and put it back into its box. Safe and secure back onto his shelf.

Stolas tried once more to eat breakfast- to no avail. To clear his mind, he decided to aimlessly pace around the palace. 

“Come to your senses, Stolas, there’s no need to freak out. Blitzø is worthy of this stupid crystal from stupid Asmodeu- oh dear I shouldn’t speak badly about him..” His memory recalled when Fizzarolli had been kidnapped and he had almost caught the entire building on fire. Shuddering, he made his way to his garden.  The moon was already visible in the light sky.

Stolas sighed as he approached one of his favourite flowers- ones that only bloomed this time of year. “What if I’m fucking this all up, Leo?” He whispered to his beloved plant. “Can this even… Can we even be in a relationship?” He gently placed the flower back into the bush where it belonged. “You’re right, I'm setting him free. Setting us free.”

He smiled softly as he made his way back into the palace, “When I see him tonight- it’ll be perfect.”

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Blitzø was having a good day. Scratch that, a great day. Frankly, he can't remember the last time he had one of those. For starters, he actually got a decent amount of sleep. “Decent” for Blitzø was usually.. three hours at best. But today? Oh, sweet Satan he woke up after SEVEN HOURS. Seven hours of pure bliss. No nightmares, hell, he wasn't sure if he even dreamt at all. But after that, Loona woke up amazingly today. 

…Scratch that, too.

Well, she - for once - didn't yell at him for knocking on her door. His Loonie was making progress!

But anyways.

THEN, not only did that coffee shop not fuck up his order, they SPELLED HIS NAME RIGHT! Even with the little cross in the O. Fuck, it was just.. exxilerating! Not to mention, they pronounced it right. 

By golly, if luck were real, he was the luckiest man in Hell right now. (And he wasn't even having sex when he thought that, wow.)

Even when he walked into work, always an hour early, everything was just.. Right. 

“Mornin’ fuckos.” He waved to M&M as they walked in right on time. That was usual for them, but something about it today seemed better than usual. He sipped his coffee- special from his horse mug.

“Mornin’, B!!” Millie, energetic as always, exclaimed and grabbed her and Moxx’s coffee from the holder. 

Moxxie groaned and rubbed his eyes. Well boo hoo, someone didn’t sleep right. “You seem more…”

“Sexy?”

The smaller imp smacked his forehead. “No, ew. You just seem like you’re in a good mood.” He said between sips and shrugged.

Millie nudged her husband in his side, “He’s right, B, anything special today?” She grinned darkly, “Fun client?”

Blitzø chuckled, “I wish, but no. You know what today is, eh?”

M&M exchanged a glance and both of them shrugged.

He sighed. 

“It’s a full moon tonight.”

Millie quirked an eyebrow. “I thought you and princey were.. not… conversin’?” She tilted her head and crossed her arms.

“Wow, way to judge, Mills. Thanks.”

Moxxie butted in, “Okay but you told us you hated Stolas, like, a week ago?”

Their boss paused, lifting a finger and opening his mouth to rebut. Then he closed it. “I was drunk, Moxx, did Mills peg you too hard last night you lost your personality?”

Moxxie sputtered and Millie chuckled. “Sir!!!”

Blitzø cackled as both his employees tackled him.

“Uh, weirdos, we have a client.” Loona’s voice chimed from the receptionist desk, motioning toward the awkward sinner in the corner as she scrolled on her phone.

The sinner started yapping about how she died and how she wanted some people in her town killed for some reason that Blitzø tuned out.

“Mkay, yadda yadda, we can kill the asshats, but it’s gonna cost extra for the amount of people. The lady scoffed and rolled her eyes but reluctantly accepted.

“Sir, we don’t even charge that much extra for-“ Moxxie exclaimed after the client left.

Blitzø covered his mouth with his hand, “Aahh shhh. She was a rich bitch and I took advantage of it. Who cares? Extra money in your paychecks.”

The younger man was about to continue before Loona had already opened the portal with the grimoire. “Just go already, I DON’T want to listen to your stupid arguments anymore.”

“Love you too Loonie!” Blitzø exclaimed as the three of them hopped through the portal to the human world.

“So she wants us to kill this many people- but then not kill her brother because he’s innocent? Seems more like a torture tactics for her brother.” Millie asked as they made their way to the town, where a large party was being held.

“Mmmyea. But I’ve been aching to kill something all day.” Blitzø locked his eyes on several of the targets. He cracked his knuckles and stretched out his back before motioning for M&M to take the other four humans.

He’d have fun killing these guys. 

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Not soon after, the trio met back up as Blitzø texted for Loona to open up a portal for them. 

The three jumped through the portal as it opened, Blitzø breathing in the strong scent of blood through his nostrils. “Great job out there you two! Moxx, amazing aim as always. Mills, beautiful mess you made with those bodies! What a great fucking day this is..”

Moxxie chuckled, “Okay seriously Blitzø. There’s more to this than just a simple full moon is there? I’ve never seen you this excited for one of your meetings.”

“It’s simple, Moxxie, it’s a full moon. Stolas and I haven’t met up for one in months and I’m fucking horny!” He shed himself of his bloody jacket and revealed his sexy as fuck outfit for tonight.

“Wow, B! Lookin’ good!” Millie flashed him a thumbs up and he relished in the compliment.

Moxxie rolled his eyes. “I’m just saying. Seeing you dress up is out of the ordinary. Are you going to propose to Stolas or something?”

Their boss blushed for a moment, “Wh- No! Get your mind out of the gutter, Moxx.”

The shorter imp shook his head. “Sure, sure. But how come it’s so special out of the blue when all the other times you haven’t gone? If you like it so much, why don’t you go every full moon?”

“I- well, Stolas has been opting out of them, not me. I mean, he’ll fuckin’ be like ‘Oh Blitzyyy you don’t have to come if you don’t want toooo!’ so I don’t. Or- OR he’ll be like 'Oh I’m afraid I’m so explicitly sick at the moment and I don’t want you to catch a cold Blitzy!!!’. But it’s been a while, and like I said. I’m horny.” Blitzø mocked Stolas with a fancy British accent like the bird and made dramatic poses.

Loona turned to the two men from where she was helping Millie stuff a stray body part into a trash bag. “First of all, not how you use the word explicitly.” She wrapped up the bag and Millie went to throw it in the trash before she continued, “Your bird prick is getting bored of you. He’s just giving excuses as to why he doesn’t want to see you. Not that he actually cared if you wanted to be there or not.”

Blitzø paused. “Loona. I can give a hundred reasons why he would care if I wanted to or not. He’s a horny loser, but he’s not that bad. Plus, you’ve never even talked to him! How would you know!”

The hellhound crossed her arms and scoffed. “Cause. That’s what I do when I don’t wanna be around you.” 

“Touché.”

Millie came back inside from her trip to the garbage behind the building, “So what’d I miss?”

Her husband sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Blitzø, you better hope he isn’t bored of you. If he gets sick of you- what are we going to use as our gateway to earth?”

The imp sighed, walking to his office and finding the box of his sex toys. “Well if he’s bored of what we’ve done before, I’m going to need to find something that will blow his fucking mind. Probably his normal mind too.” 

“I- what?”

“Nothing.” Blitzø groaned as he sifted through his things, “Ugh, we’ve used like everything in this fucking box! Moxx, we’re closing early.”

Moxxie paused, “Huh? Why..?”

“Cause I need to go shopping and I don’t trust you with manning the office. Millie, maybe, but not as much as I could. Hi Mills.” He waved to the imp who popped her head in upon hearing her name.

“Well Moxx and I could come with!” She suggested.

“Millie, I love you, but no. I am not shopping for sex toys with our boss.”

“Aw, that hurt, Moxx. Now I’m starting to think you don’t like me!” Blitzø shut the box and grabbed his horse bag, throwing it over his shoulder.

Millie gave her husband a look, one hip on her hand. “Okay, just the two of us will go then. How’s that sound, B?” 

“Sounds good to me, I’m not so sure what Stolas would like more than … well- everything we’ve tried.”

Millie handed Moxxie the keys to their car and kissed him on the cheek. Blitzø gave his keys to Loona and the two waved goodbye to the others.

The wrathian pulled out a piece of paper and pen as they walked down the street. “So what are we thinkin’?”

Blitzø raised a brow, but didn’t bother to ask where the paper came from. “I was thinking of meeting up with a friend. He’s got connections to the big Oz, probably has crazy shit I’ve never seen before.”

Millie nodded and the two made their way to meet up with Fizz.

“HEY BLITZØ!!” Fizz’s gravelly voice called out as he noticed the two  making their way toward his hideout.

“Sup Fizz. We got an extra girl with us, her idea.” Blitzø patted the smaller woman’s hair to which she glared at him.

Fizz chuckled, using his free hand to input a code into the wall to open the door as he shook Millie’s hand. “I remember you from Ozzie’s. Nice to see you’re doing well.”

Millie smiled as the three made their way inside, “Thank you.”

Blitzø whistled, turning his head to see all the items along the walls. “Holy shit there is a lot in here.”

“Babe, I’m dating THE sin of lust, did you think it would be barren?” Fizz rolled his eyes. “Whatever, feel free to touch- the items, not me.”

Millie eyed all the toys and they negotiated over some things.

“Naw, Stolas never liked the beads.” Blitzø said as Fizz pulled out their new collection.

“Mkay, what about- Oh! Actually there’s a new one we just came out with.” 

Millie glanced at the small remote in Fizzarolli’s hand with a curious gaze. “And that is…?”

Fizz smirked, “The new DRAGON DRILLER FIVE THOUSAND!” He cackled maniacally as he flipped a button and the object grew into a giant vibrating- Actually Blitzø had no idea what it was. But it was big, and Stolas liked big.

“That is perfect!” He snapped as Fizz threw the now small remote into his hand, catching it with ease.

Millie was awestruck, “Damn! That thing’ll fit?” 

Blitzø smirked. “Oh, Stolas’ bird puss can fit anything, trust me.”

“Huh. Perks of being a Goetia… or?” 

Fizz shrugged, “Prolly, Goetias are fucking freaks though.” He paused before taking the two imps outside of the building, “Well thanks for stopping by! Great to see you again Millie!” He waved as the two set off for their next expedition.

“Well he’s nice, ain’t he? I’m glad you have a friend in him, B.” Millie nudged his shoulder softly as they walked into their next store. The candle shop.

Blitzø propped his elbow up on the counter and gazed at the shop owner, “Hey. Lookin’ for a real sexy candle. Like the sexiest you’ve got.” 

The lamb demon raised a brow. “Okay. What kind of sexy??”

Blitzø turned to his employee. “Um, I dunno.”

Millie shoved him off the counter and whispered something to the demon and he went to the back to retrieve whatever she asked for.

“Don’t worry, I don’t know Stolas that well, but we’ve talked a few times. He'll love it.”

The shop owner came back with a lavender scented “horny” candle. Not exactly what he had in mind, but Mills was totally right, Stolas would love this.

“How’d you even know he loved lavenders? When did you have the time to chit chat away with him anyway?” Blitzø asked as they walked down the street of lust.

Millie chuckled, “He doesn’t come to the office a lot, but one time when I was injured on a mission and couldn’t go on a hit with the rest of you he visited. He was there for a while. When he dropped off one of your horses you left at his place, remember?”

“Oh shit, that. I didn’t know he stayed?” 

Millie nodded, “Loona is definitely wrong. He’s a sweetheart. I’d love for him and Moxx to meet up a bit, they actually have really similar interests! Oh, and, speaking of Moxx…” She pulled out her phone and checked the time. “Yup, it’s gettin’ late, we should head back. Don't wanna miss it, do ya?”

Blitzø checked his own phone, wincing at the time, “You’re right. I usually get there around six. C’mon, I’ll drive you home, no need to call Moxx.”

Millie smiled at him, “Oh, you don’t have to do that, B, it’s no hassle!”

Blitzø grabbed her by the hand and dragged her to the car, “Then it’s no hassle to drive you home.”

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Is this what existential dread felt like? Stolas tapped his fingers together as he anxiously awaited Blitzø’s arrival. It was already past six. His usual arrival time. Had he bailed out on him? 

He supposes that would be fair, he’s done the same many times. He sat on the edge of his bed, counting the beats of his heart to keep his anxiety low.

“Eight-hundred thirteen, eight-hundred fourteen, eight-hundred fif-“ He paused when he heard a rustling sound from the bushes outside his palace.

He hadn’t bailed. 

Whether that was a good or bad thing didn’t matter anymore. This was it.

“Haidy ha hoo-ha Stolaass!!” Blitzø exclaimed as he climbed up the wall with a bag of items.

Great. The time he said he didn’t want anything… Oh whatever!

“I got a bunch of fun shit for us to use tonight! Super sexy candle, your favourite scent.” He smirked up at the owl, expecting the prince to butt in. 

Stolas simply sat and watched as Blitzø attempted his awful flirting. If you could call it that. 

“Um, it’s- it’s lavender. Anyway, I even got this super cool toy from Fizz! Here, let me stand back.” The imp chuckled as he pulled out a small remote, relishing in the way Stolas quirked his brow and tilted his head in confusion. Then he clicked the button and the beast came out, almost slipping from his hands. “Hahaha! See!”

“Blitzø..” The prince’s tone was enough for the imp to pause.

“What? Don’t like it? That’s fine, we can always do something different!” 

Stolas sighed, “No, Blitzø- I.. Do you.. have my book?”

Blitzø’s smile dropped and if it didn’t make Stolas’ fucking heart clench then he didn’t know what would. He put away the toy and reached into his bag. “Yea, ‘course I do.”

“Well I.. I need it back.” The imp had put the grimoire in his hand before he continued, “Permanently.”

Blitzø’s grip faltered and he almost dropped it, snatching it in his claws. “Wh-what? Is this some prank? Some new sexy foreplay you found? Cause if it is it ain’t funny, Stolas.”

“No, Blitzø, this is just, it has nothing to do with you, I promise.”

“Hey, listen. Let me show you a good time tonight, yea? We can, I dunno, talk this out later. You don’t need to keep it! I-I mean I got- I got a job. You can’t just-“ 

“We don’t do words. We do sex.”

The voice rang through Stolas’ head and he closed his eyes. “Blitzø. I’ve made up my mind.” The prince stood up to head to his bookshelf. Where the crystal was.

“Cmon Stolas. Please- Look, I need this book. I need it. We had a deal! You and I go to pound town every full moon and I get to keep it! It’s been a year, you can’t just- Stolas, listen, I’ll do anything, please!” The imp followed behind the tall owl and pleaded. Pleaded for Stolas to do anything but leave him.

Stolas swapped out the box on the bookshelf for the grimoire, holding it out for Blitzø to see.

“This is an Asmodean Crystal. Carefully crafted by the Sin himself. It’s registered in your name, Blitzø.”

Blitzø stared at the crystal in awe for a few moments, “Wait wait wait what?”

Stolas smiled down at the imp, “Asmodeus sends his demons to the human realm for work. Legally. I.. requested one for you so that you could travel to the human realm without the need of.. my grimoire. Without the need of… breaking the law.”

Stolas softly placed the crystal into the imp’s hands and he examined the soft orange glow of it. “What..? Stolas, this is-“

The prince smiled softly, but even Blitzø could sense the underlying sadness in his gaze. “You’ll no longer need my grimoire, Blitzø. So in turn you won’t… you won’t need me. You’ll be free of seeing me, touching me, f- being with me.”

“Stol- I- I don’t get it. Why.. why are you giving me this? Is- am I not good enough for you? Is that it?”

“Blitzø. You’ve always been enough for me. I’m giving you this crystal,” he paused as he placed the crystal into the gem on Blitzø’s glove, infusing it, “because I want to be good enough for you too. And I care about you, more than I ever imagined I would. But over time I’ve realized what we have.. it isn’t right. What I have been to you wasn’t right. I can’t be connected- tied together to someone without… without understanding how they feel. And treating them unfairly.” He had memorized this script so many fucking times. Each time he recited it, he teared up here. It reminded him too much of Stella. What he and Stella could have been had she not been so… cruel. But now he was in the moment- and he did not cry. And that, he was proud of.

“But it would make me so happy for you to.. continue life as you are. To be.. you. To run your business. Just like how you said you would. When we were children. You don’t have to stay anymore,” He took a deep breath before continuing, “But I would love it if you wanted to stay. And I would love it much more if you only stayed..- because you want to.”

Blitzø was awestruck to say the least. “I.. Okay, I get it now. So this is some role play, yea?” Cause how could you love me? 

“Blitzø-“

“Yea, yea, I can get into character, gimme a sec.” The imp cleared his throat and batted his eyelashes, “Oh yes, I’ll stay with you Stolas! I love you!!! Thank you so much for this crystal!! I just can’t deny a gift like this!”

What a fucking call from the universe that was.

“Blitzø! I’m being serious!”

“Huh? No, you’re joking. You’re fucking with me.” Blitzø chuckled.

Stolas sighed, lowering his hat, “Please, would you take me seriously for once?”

“Are you kidding? Take you seriously? What about all those times you didn’t take ME seriously? Huh? Where was all this back then? Asshole.”

“Were you listening to a word I said?! I just- Blitzø for fucks sake- I’m in love with you!”

The imp paused.

And he stood there.

He stood there for a while.

“What?”

“I’m trying to apologize to you, to be better, I understand I was wrong! That’s why I’m done with this deal, Blitzø! I can’t do it anymore, I can’t- I want this to work out, I truly do.”

“Oh fuck off?! What’s with all this bullshit? You could’ve at least told me when you texted me? I didn’t even get a single hint you’d be thrusting your fucking love confession on me! I thought we would be having our fuck sesh by now!”

“I just tol- ugh!”

The imp scoffed, his spines raising in agitation. “Oh so you’re pissed now? Cause I’m calling out for your fake shit? All you royal fucking ASSHOLES are the same! Treating us as nothing just because- just because we’re not as important as you!”

“Blitzø!! I’m trying to tell you that I’m not like that! I understand I may have not realized I was in the past- but I have now!”

Blitzø growled and his tail smacked the back of the bed with a loud thwack. “I can’t get a fucking break here! Every time I say something it’s a new excuse! You can’t just- You can’t just dismiss me like that? You say you’re changing and here you are doing the same fucking thing!”

The prince had tears welling up in his eyes and Blitzø would’ve felt bad if he weren’t so pissed at him. His chest heaved, “You fucking rich fucking stupid ASSHOLE!”

“Blitzø… I understand how my actions may have affected you. But I care, I truly do.”

The imp rolled his eyes, “You wanna go, bitch? Cause I’ll fucking go.”

Stolas took a shaky breath and faced away from him.

“Oh now you’re hiding like a toddler, GROW UP.” 

Guys look! Stolas is crying, haha! What a baby.

Stop whining, it’s for the family, it’ll be over soon. 

“I meant what I said Blitzø. I care for you, I- I think so highly of you.”

A sniffle.

Blitzø backed up. No way he’s actually crying right now.

“I didn’t realize you thought so low of me!” Stolas’ shoulders shook with silent sobs and by now Blitzø regretted every word he said.

He didn’t think someone like Stolas could love … him. 

“Hold on, Stolas, wait! I’m sor-“

The nausea of teleportation washed over his body and as he opened his eyes he was outside. 

“Oh I fucked up.” He whispered to himself, staring at the entrance to Stolas’ palace. “Oh I fucked up, I fucked up. GOD DAMMIT!”