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December 21, 2025
Sinsmas
It’s been a bit over a year since the trial and a lot has changed in the lives of Blitzø and Stolas. First off, they had had a lot of heart to hearts, and were finally on the same page with their relationship. And while their friends were happy for them, their constant need to make out (they’re making up for lost time, ya fucking prudes!) was a little much for everyone to handle. Moxxie demanded a rule banning PDA in the workplace, which Blitzø thought made him such a hypocrite.
Speaking of work, thanks to the increase in Blitzø’s popularity, business at IMP was booming. Blitzø was able to pay all his employees a bit more, and his little family moved into a 3 bedroom apartment. Stolas had disagreed with this at first, saying he’d get his own place, but Blitzø had been insistent. So they now shared a big bed (his bird deserved a big bed!), plus, an extra room in case a certain owlet ever decided to spend the night. Octavia wasn’t quite ready for that yet, but at least she was on speaking terms with Stolas, and she had agreed to come to their Sinsmas party. It was a start!
Their little family had also grown with the addition of M&M’s new baby, that Blitzø affectionately referred to as Powder Keg. Thank Satan she got her looks from her mother. Millie was back at work and Moxxie had taken a few months of paternity leave to take care of the baby while they looked for the right nanny.
All in all, life was pretty fucking good. And this year Stolas knew what Sinsmas was, and had agreed to join in all the festivities.
“Are you sure, darling? I don’t want to get back to my snobbish princely ways,” Stolas said when they discussed it.
“Maybe I want you to act like a snobbish prince?” Blitzø said playfully, sticking out his tongue. They were in a good place, finally, so Blitzø didn’t think being referred to as an “impish plaything” would send him down a spiral of self doubt about their relationship. Stolas loved him. He loved Stolas. Nothing could change that.
On the morning of Sinsmas, as Stolas yawned and stretched himself awake, he was surprised to not find his boyfriend curled up beside him. They were hosting a Sinsmas party this evening and had actually decided to take the day off of work (their apartment was insured), so Blitzø didn’t need to be up early to make breakfast. Stolas lay in bed quietly, using his enhanced bird hearing to listen for any sounds of Blitzø: water running, the clipping of his hooves on the floor, a little murmur of whatever he might be watching on Voxflix. But nothing.
He sat up, a little worried, but then noticed a strange lump under the sheets at the end of the bed. He slowly lifted the sheets to get a closer look. Staring up at him from the darkness were two large, glowing yellow eyes. Before he could react, Blitzø pounced on him, pinning him down on the bed, giving him a light bit on his arm.
“Merry Sinsmas, Stolas!” Blitzø cheered as he sat up, still straddling Stolas beneath him.
“Ow! Why my arm?”
“Well,” Blitzø leaned back down, stroking the bottom of Stolas’s faceplate, “I didn’t want to hit one of your erogenous zones, imps are from Wrath, not Lust.”
“But I thought you said we could celebrate any sin, darling,” he said pulling him up into a kiss.
BANG, BANG!
“I can hear you!” Loona screamed from her room as she banged on the wall.
Blitzø and Stolas parted from each other, looking a little guilty. “Sorry, sweetie!” Blitzø called through their adjoining wall. He gave Stolas a little kiss on his forehead, and then used the spade of his tail to stab him in the other arm. Stolas let out a little hoot and a giggle.
“Why Blitzy, of course you can’t keep your hands of me, a gorgeous goetic demon like myself is just too irresistible,” Stolas said, looking down his beak at Blitzø, his larger bottom eyes half closed. The act didn’t last long. He let out a small laugh as his look of arrogance melted away, “Sorry, am I doing this right, darling?”
“Yeah, that’s the spirit, Stols! Now get that feathered ass out of bed. We have a few hours before everyone arrives and we still need to decorate. I need you and Loonie to take care of the decorations that go up high,” Blitzø hopped off his spot on Stolas’s lap and whirled around the room getting dressed, his tail wildly thrashing in excitement.
Stolas smiled as he watched his imp get changed. Not just because he was enjoying the sight, but because he couldn’t believe how good his life was at this moment. He might not have his wealth anymore, but he had never felt richer.
~~~
The time for the party arrived quickly. The apartment was decorated with boughs of holly, a Sinsmas tree, lights, bows and ornaments. Stolas admired how festive and warm the simple decorations made their apartment feel, he hadn’t noticed it last year with everything that had gone on.
Octavia was the first to arrive. She even hugged Stolas as he welcomed her in. Sweet Lucifer, this was all the gift he wanted this year. She cleared her throat awkwardly when the hug had gone on too long. Stolas straightened quickly and blushed at his own awkwardness.
“So what is this holiday, again?” Octavia asked, taking in the decorations and assortment of cheese based appetizers on the kitchen table.
“It’s a day when hellborn celebrate and act upon the sin of their birth. That means, as a Goetia, we’re supposed to act extra prideful today.”
“Shouldn’t be too hard,” the young owlet said, while lightly playing with a pentagram ornament on the tree.
“Ah, well, actually,” Stolas mumbled while running his talons through his head feathers, “I find myself having difficulty trying to stay in the spirit of the day, but it’s been a bit… fun… to pretend to be someone full of conceit and arrogance.”
Before Octavia could respond, which might have been for the best, there was a knock at the door. Blitzø got it this time, telling the two birds to make themselves comfortable. Behind the door stood Fizz and a shrunken Ozzie, arms piled high with presents. Fizz took one look at his oldest friend and pounced on him, the two imps locked in a loop that rolled into the apartment and crashed into the far wall. The two of them released their grasps on each other and fell into fits of laughter, while Ozzie placed their multitude of gifts under the tree.
Octavia looked absolutely shocked at the display of violence. Stolas placed a supportive hand on her shoulder. “It’s ok, it’s how they show affection today.”
She crossed her arms and tilted her head up, “of course these lower demons would have such a destructive way of showing their affection, they weren’t as lucky as us to be born a sophisticated Goetia.”
Everyone in the room stopped and stared at Octavia. She pulled her toque down, trying to hide her face from the group. “Did I…. Did I do it wrong?”
The collective sigh was almost audible.
Stolas let out a small hoot with his laughter, “No, Via dear, that sounded very prideful.” She smiled up at him and Stolas could feel his heart flutter.
Loona’s friends were next to arrive, bringing gifts of booze and an assortment of snacks. Blitzø recognized Gigi, Russ and two new hellhounds whose names he kept forgetting. He felt so happy that his baby was finding her own pack, and they all seemed to be genuinely good people.
M&M were last to arrive, with their new baby and a proud Aunt Sallie Mae in tow. Blitzø greeted them by exchanging a few punches with Millie, giving Moxxie a quick kick in the shin and then punching Sallie Mae in her arm. He then grabbed Moxxie and forced him into a headlock, using his tail to mess up his hair, while using his free hand to grab the baby out of Moxxie’s grasp.
“Hello my widdle Keggie-weggie! Merry Sinsmas to you, sweetie!” He said, giving her the tiniest, lightest, one clawed punch to her tummy. The baby imp cooed and giggled in his claws.
“That’s not her name, sir.” Moxxie said as he fixed his hair.
“Until she can tell me what name she wants to be called, I have the right as her Hell-father to call her whatever the fuck I want, Moxx. Isn’t that right, Keggie?” He carried the baby into the living room and held her over his head, “Alright, chuckle fucks! My hell-daughter is here now, so everyone on their best behaviour! No swears, no filth, no potty mouth of any kind!”
“Sir, you’ve literally said the F-word twice since we got here,” Moxxie said, pinching the spot between his eyes.
“Oh, uh, no one should open our presents here, then,” Ozzie said, separating his face from Fizz’s for the first time since they found a chair to make out in.
“Ok, Dad, everyone’s here now, can we start some games?”
Blitzø handed the baby off to Millie, “yeah, sure Loonie, what did you have in mind?”
“How about Truth or Dare?” Fizz said seductively, leaning backwards from Ozzie’s lap, until his face was upside down, his tongue sticking out.
“No! No way do Stolas and I want to play whatever horned up version you’re thinking of in front of our daughters,” Blitzø said, shaking his head. From the corner of his eye, Stolas saw Octavia bristle when Blitzø said “our daughters.”
“Maybe something more family friendly?” Stolas suggested.
“Oh! We could play charades!” Moxxie suggested.
“That’s actually not a terrible idea. Millie, punch him!” She did. Blitzø grabbed some paper and pens and handed them out to the guests. “All right gang, everyone write down your suggestions and then we’ll take turns pulling them out of a hat. And nothing sick or twisted,” he pointed at Fizz accusingly.
They played charades for a while, Fizz taking full advantage of the shapes he could twist himself into thanks to his prosthetic limbs. Even Octavia seemed to come out of her shell a bit and laughed along with the zaniness of the game and its players. Afterwards, Russ demanded a rematch of Mammonopoly against Blitzø who had utterly destroyed the hellhounds last year. The guests broke off into little groups, either playing different board games or just catching up with each other.
A few hours later, the party started to disperse. Loona and her friends left go to a party at Beelzebub’s. M&M and Sallie Mae were the next ones to leave, they did need to get the baby to bed. Fizz pulled on Blitzø’s jacket and pointed to the balcony while Ozzie made conversation with Stolas and Octavia.
“Yeah, what’s up?” Blitzø asked once they were alone.
“I… uh…” Fizz’s tail wrapped itself around his ankles, “I couldn’t get you the Sinsmas gift I wanted to get you.”
“Well it looks like you sure made up for it! Christ on a stick, Fizz, it looks like you guys brought one of everything Ozzie makes.”
“Yeah, but that’s just stuff, ya know? And what I wanted to get you…” he clutched his cell phone in his claws, “I asked Barbie to come.”
Blitzø looked at Fizz, eyes wide in shock. He then looked away, “It’s ok Fizz, I know she hates me. You don’t need to get yourself caught up in our family drama.”
“Well, it’s not all hopeless,” Fizz pulled up his phone to read the messages between him and Barbie. “Tell him I’m glad he’s not fucking dead.”
Blitzø was silent for a moment, and then pulled Fizz in for a hug. “That’s actually a pretty great present. Thank you, Fizz.”
With that, Fizz and Ozzie left, leaving just Blitzø, Stolas and Octavia alone.
“I… uh… guess I should be going,” she said, making her way towards the door.
“Not yet! You still need to open your present!” Blitzø said, holding up a package haphazardly wrapped in red paper with golden stars on it. Octavia had no doubt in her mind who had wrapped it.
“Oh! Uh… I’m sorry, I didn’t get you anything.”
“Pfft, it’s ok, just go on and open it.”
Inside the wrapping paper was a poorly made taxidermied owl. Its once yellow eyes had sloppily been painted red, with two more smaller eyes painted above them.
“Is that supposed to be me? Wherever did you get this from?” Stolas asked, looking very confused.
“Uhhhhhhhhhh….,” Blitzø said not meeting Stolas’s glare, “who knows where people get things from?”
Octavia stifled a small laugh, “it’s hideous. I love it, thank you.”
Blitzø’s eyes welled up. He did his best to keep himself from hugging her. They weren’t there yet, but this felt like a step in the right direction.
“You know, you don’t have to go back to the palace, you’re welcome to spend the night here,” Stolas told here.
“It’s ok, I wouldn’t want to steal Loona’s bed while she’s out.”
Blitzø smacked himself in the face and let out a gruff laugh as he turned to Stolas. “You didn’t tell her?”
“Tell me what? Are you hiding something from me again?”
“No! No, of course not, my little starfire!” Stolas grabbed onto her hand. “I guess I had assumed my intents were obvious when I told you before that you could stay here anytime, but I should have been more direct. Let this be my Sinsmas present to you.” He pulled her towards the third door in the hallway that lead to the bedrooms. Octavia hadn’t really thought anything of it before. If anything, she thought it could have been a broom closet.
“Merry Sinsmas, Via,” Stolas said as he opened the door was a flourish. Octavia stepped into the room. It was small, A LOT smaller than her room at the palace. There was a regular sized bed in the middle of the room topped with a black comforter with silver stars. Above it hung a silver sheer canopy that draped over the head of the bed. To the side of it was a single side table with a lamp on top of it. Octavia continued to glance around the room, taking in the modest chester drawers with mirror above it, and the thin bookcase. She gasped as she looked up. Glued onto the ceiling were little plastic yellow glowing stars, arranged in the shapes of her favourite constellations.
She turned and looked at her father, and his maybe not so shitty boyfriend. She turned her beak upwards and narrowed her eyes. “Do you really expect a princess of my calibre to sleep in room made for a peasant? The walls will need to be painted black before I even consider lowering myself to such a disgrace.”
Stolas looked wounded. His smile vanished from his beak.
“Now you wait just a minute here, missy-,” Blitzø started to walk into the room.
“No, it’s alright, Blitzø,” Stolas said, putting out a talon to keep him back.
Octavia smirked. “Sorry, I don’t think I’m very good at pretending to be prideful.” She rushed to her dad and hugged him tight, letting herself be enveloped by his feathers, and his scent that she had missed so much over this past year.
“Oh, right, no, good job, Via. I think you’re much more convincing than I,” Stolas said as he hugged her back.
She looked up at Stolas, “but I was serious about the black walls. Is that alright?”
Stolas looked down at Blitzø for confirmation.
“Yeah, we can do that before your next visit, Princess.” She punched him hard in the shoulder. “Ow! What was that for?”
“I thought that’s how you show affection on Sinsmas?”
Blitzø smiled and gave her a light punch on her shoulder. “You’re ok, kid. And with a punch like that you should consider joining I.M.P. We could definitely use some extra muscle.”
“No. Never. Out of the question,” Stolas said as he pulled his daughter away from Blitzø’s terrible influence.
“It really is a lovely room, but I didn’t bring anything to spend the night with. I’ll just go back to the palace tonight, but can I stay next time?”
“Anytime you want, my little starfire,” Stolas said.
And with that, she summoned her unique purple and black magic and sliced open a portal that led directly to her room at the palace. She waved goodbye as she closed it behind her.
“Ugh, what a night,” Blitzø said as he stretched his arms over his head. “Let’s tidy up a bit before we hit the hay.”
They quickly went about their business, throwing out garbage, putting things back into place, and washing the dishes. As the last few dishes were being put away, Stolas excused himself to tend to his four plants on the balcony, giving the carnivorous one a few bites of leftover meat. Blitzø looked at him and felt a warmth come over him as he admired his big bird, the way the moonlight seemed to glint off of his black and grey feathers, the look of care he had as he spoke softly to his plants. Oh my Satan, was it possible to love someone too much?
Blitzø walked out onto the balcony and climbed onto the railing. “You know what Sinsmas tradition we haven’t done yet?”
“No, what?” Stolas asked, blinking his eyes a few times in shock.
Blitzø reached out and grabbed his hands, pulling him towards himself. “We haven’t danced.”
“Oh? And this is a Sinsmas tradition?”
“It is now,” he said as he started leading Stolas in a dance around their balcony, spinning him and dipping him as low as could. He pulled him back up, and brought his beautiful bird in close, wrapped his tail around Stolas’s waist to pull him even closer. He pulled him right into an expected kissed. It was so easy to move into the kiss, like their mouths were built for each other’s.
“Hey,” Blitzø said softly as he pulled away from Stolas, “wanna go see what new toys Fizz and Ozzie brought us?”
“Oh, yes, darling,” Stolas said, pressing his forehead against Blitzø’s.
Blitzø jumped down onto the balcony, “last one there has to wear the butt plug!” He teased as he took off running towards the tree.
“Wait a minute, that’s not fair!” Stolas yelled, a slight laughter in his voice, as he chased after the imp he loved so very much back into their home.