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Push, Chapter 7, Truth Seekers.

Truth seekers.Barbie and Blitzø get captured by humans...Barbie wished she never asked Blitzø questions.

💖You may want to read the spring broken chapter again before this because the flashbacks are a continuation of those.

Oof this one is a lot.

Major trigger warnings: ⚠️Gun violence, child abuse, aduction, drugs, whipping, death, and

*Spoilers

1:forcing someone to kill someone else.

"When the days are cold

And the cards all fold

And the saints we see

Are all made of gold

When your dreams all fail

And the ones we hail

Are the worst of all

And the blood’s run staleI want to hide the truthI want to shelter you

But with the beast inside

There’s nowhere we can hide

No matter what we breed

We still are made of greed

This is my kingdom come

When you feel my heat

Look into my eyes

It’s where my demons hide

Don’t get too closeIt’s dark inside

It’s where my demons hide

It’s where my demons hide." -Imagine Dragons, Demons

The sun peered through Verosika’ s curtains as a wake up call to Blitzø.

It was morning already? He felt as if he just got to sleep.

“Good morning.” Verosika purrs, curling up closer to him.

“Morning.” Blitzø says, sitting up and stretching. “How'd you sleep?”

She smiles seductively. “Amazing.” She moves to Blitzø's neck to kiss it. “How about you?”

“Fine.” He says, his hand moving to her head to brush through her hair. “You were amazing last night.” He purrs.

“So were you ~” She says. “You certainly know how to keep a girl going.”

Verosika is giving him that look…the look he only recognized from Stolas all those years ago….

‘I love you.’

Blitzø wasn't sure if it was her who said it or Stolas in his mind. “What?”

“I said I need you, Blitzø.~” She purrs. “Do to me what you did last night, only better!" She demanded playfully.

"I have twenty minutes before I have to be at work.” Blitzø says.

“We'll be fast.” She says. “And it wouldn't kill you to be a little late, right?”

He smiles and blinks slowly. “I guess not.” He says, grasping her hips. Millie and Barbie can handle things for a bit.

{Past: Blitzø: age 17}

“I hate Stella so much!” Stolas whines, having drank way too much at the engagement party.

“Come on, let's get you to bed.” Blitzø says, helping balance the prince so he can reach his room without falling on his face.

“She's so cruel, and sadistic! My life is a floating river of sorrows.” He says dramatically.

“Hey, they say sadism is good for the bedroom.” Blitzø jokes as he helps Stolas into bed, pulling the sheets over him.

“You're not helping.” Stolas says.

Blitzø sits down on the bed, and Stolas sits up to look at him.

“I'm sorry. It's a shitty situation.” Blitzø says. “I don't know what to say! I-” He sighs. “I don't know how to help you.”

Stolas gives Blitzø a sympathetic smile. “Somehow you always manage.”

Blitzø blushes slightly, but hopes Stolas doesn't notice

“Blitzø…” Stolas takes his hand.

Blitzø moves it away and stands up. “I should go. Lays always wants me to help out the other servants after parties like this.” He says.

“If I ask you to stay, will you?” Stolas asks.

“I don't really have a choice then.” Blitzø says.

Stolas reaches out and takes his hand again, pulling him closer.

Blitzø wished he wouldn't. He hoped this crush would have ended when they were fourteen…

Fifteen…

Sixteen…

Why did he still feel this way? Like there was a chance?

There's no chance for them.

He was supposed to get over Stolas by the time he and Stella got married.

But it's only a year away now...

He doesn't want to watch them get married, he'd rather die.

Stolas pulls him even closer and they lean close until their mouths touch.

They don't kiss…but damn is it tempting.

“Blitzo….?” Stolas asks.

“Yeah?” Blitzo breathes heavily.

“I…” A single tear falls down Stolas's face. “I don't want Stella to be my first.”

Blitzo blinks rapidly. “Okay…”

Stolas exhales and kisses Blitzo at last.

Stolas moans as Blitzø kisses him back passionately. “Blitzo-”

“I know, shh.” Blitzo shushes him as he reaches for Stolas's coat and pulls it off him, then he starts to unbutton his shirt.

He's done it so many times, it was almost second nature but now-

Now it felt so impossible, the buttons weren't cooperating, and his were shaking with anxiety.

“You have no idea how much I've wanted this.” Stolas says. “How long I've wanted you.”

“Stolas don't say something you'll regret, ok?" Blitzo tells him. “You're marrying Stella, not me.”

“I know, but we can have this.” He says. “Tonight it can just be about us.” Stolas says.

Blitzo stops for a moment.

Stolas is okay with this being the one and only time.

He doesn't want to fight it at all…

He can't help but think Stolas a coward.

“They can take anything from us, but they can't take tonight. We can make it ours.” Stolas says. “If you want that is…”

Blitzo looks up. “Yeah…I want that.” He says.

He wants forever but…it's not on the table.

He can have one night or nothing.

One wonderful night where rules don't exist.

He'll take what he can.

Stolas kisses Blitzo again while the imp tries to undo his buttons.

He pulls away. “Will you stop for a second so I can get this off you?” Blitzø laughs and cries at the same time.

“God, we're such a mess.” Stolas laughs while he cries.

“Let's see how much messier we can get.” Blitzø says, tail swishing.

Stolas smiles, and Blitzo wipes away one of the birds tears with his thumb.

"I got you."

{Present:}

“We fit so perfectly. It must be destiny that brought us together.” Verosika smiles.

Blitzø doesn't respond, his thoughts very much elsewhere though he doesn't want them to be.

‘Blitzø…?’ She asks.

Blitzø shakes his head and smiles. “Yeah…must be.”

{I.M.P}

The had only a couple of clients today.

One went by fast, some weird lady wanted revenge on a guy who ran over her cat.

Easily done in two hours.

The second one was not as easy.

Not because of a crazy target though…

Nope.

Because immediately after killing some dead beat father who never paid any child support… They were ambushed.

The portal was already opened when the humans arrived, it was too late to play dumb.

Loona was right there in plain view.

Shit!

Millie, Blitzø, and Barbie run towards the portal but Barbie is shot in the leg with a tranquilizer.

“Barbie!” Blitzø stops to help her- but knows he won't make it in time.

“Loona! Close it!” Blitzø shouts to her right as Millie gets in.

“Wait!” He hears Millie say before it's closed.

It was him and Barbie against these two, but before he could process much, he got shot in the neck by a tranquilizer and passed out.

{Blitzø: later}

Blitzø woke up tied to a chair, a bright light blinding him. “Barbie?” He asks.

“Blitzø?”

Thank fuck. She's here.

Not exactly safe, but he knows she's in his general direction. That was enough for now.

“Any idea where we are?” Blitzø asks.

“No.” Barbie says. “The humans haven't walked in yet.”

“okay! Strategy: We tell them nothing.” Blitzø says.

“That's not a strategy. That's not even a plan.” Barbie says.

“Okay, well what's your plan?” Blitzø asks.

“I don't know yet, just- give me a second to think.” Barbie says, trying to wiggle out of the restraints.

“Well well well…finally awake I see.” One of the humans says as they both walk in.

“Too late.” Blitzø says to his sister.

“It's time to remove your disguise and see who you really are.” The other agent says. "No doubt some demon from hell here to destroy us!"

"Wow, what a guess." Barbie says sarcastically. "How did you ever reach that conclusion?"

"We've seen your dark magic! Don't even try to trick us!"

"We also know youre killing humans. We only want to know why...who do you work for?"

"Okay, you got us. We're Demons. Nothing gets passed you. We've been working for Elvis Presley. He summoned us to get rid of Tupac, and it's just been a slippery slope since." Blitzø says, only to poke some fun of this insanity.

"I knew it!" One of the agents says.

"Now will you let us go?" Barbie asks. "We have nothing to offer you."

"Not till we see your true form!"

“Ow! What the fuck!?” Barbie yelled as the human tried to remove her human disguise by…pulling on her hair?

The other human tugged at Blitzø's skin. “Christ on a stick! It's not coming off that way!” Blitzø says. “You really think we're that stupid?”

"Remove your disguise, Demon!" The male Human says.

"So you can get us on camera and make elvis mad? No thanks." Blitzø says.

“Well, guess we'll have to bring in the big guns.” The male Human says.

The two of them leave Blitzø and Barbie alone, they're both relieved and…also very anxious by this.

“Okay, game plan. We just keep stalling until Millie shows up. That's probably our best bet right now.” Blitzø says. “If Millie doesn't show up right away, we make them believe we're crazy and even make them disbelieve their own sanity.”

“Oh yeah.” Barbie rolls her eyes. “Great plan.”

“I don't hear you coming up with a better one.” Blitzø says.

“Why not have your boyfriend come rescue us? Since you love him so much.” She mocks.

“I don't love Stolas, I hate him and besides, if he saw us here he may not ever give us his book.” Blitzø explains.

Barbie sighs loudly. "Yeah. Sure."

“You think I want to work with Stolas? I'm trying to be an adult here. Mom needs us, we can't just give up when we're finally doing okay!” Blitzø says.

“I know, I know... You're right. I'm sorry for giving you a hard time.” Barbie says. “I just- hate him so much! You know?”

“Trust me, I know.” Blitzø says.

Very suddenly they hear a weird hissing sound in the room.

“What the fuck?” Barbie asks. “Blitzø? You see that?”

“The fuck is this?” Blitzø asks as weird gas or...something fills the room.

“How the fuck am I supposed to know? I'm not as smart as you!” Barbie says. “The fuck?” She whispers.

“Since when do you compliment me? Or ever admit I'm smart?” Blitzø Blitzø. "You're never one to admit others accomplishments because you don't have any- Fuck, I'm...sorry. I don't know where that came from."

"Same." She says.

“You don't suppose it's a type of…truth telling gas, do you?” Blitzø akssm.

“Only one way to find out.” She smirks. “What's your favorite TV show?”

“My little pony- shit!”

Barbie laughs. “Pathetic, honestly.” She mocks.

“Oh fuck you!” Blitzø says. “How about this, what's Jesse's nickname for you?”

“Barbie doll.” She blurts out. "Mother Fucker!"

“Oh my Satan!” Blitzø laughs. “He can't even try to be the least bit clever?”

“You know what!? Wait…if this is actually truth serum, that means I can ask you whatever I want without you dodging them.” Barbie smirks.

“Barb if you ask questions you don't want the answers to, you'll regret it.” Blitzø warns. A cold sweat falls to the back of his neck.

Suddenly…this wasn't very funny.

“Oh yeah?” She asks. “Let's test that. How do you really feel about Stolas?”

“I love him. I think I always will. I just don't know if I can trust him after what he did-!” Blitzø blurts out. “….shit.”

He loved him? Seriously?

He so wished Barbie didn't ask him that! Why couldn't she have asked if he hated Stolas- because he does!

“What!? What is wrong with you!?” Barbie asks.

“How do you feel about Jesse!?” Blitzø asks.

“He's an asshole and I hate him, but I don't want to be alone so I continue to date him and stress myself out so I don't have to think about mom so much.”

“Barb, you shouldn't be with someone so they can distract you!” Blitzø says.

“That's exactly what you're doing!” She argues. “Verosika is only a distraction for you!”

“That's not true!” Blitzø says.

“Why are you with her then?” Barbie asks.

“Because- I don't know! She's great! Okay? Better than I could ever deserve…I know it probably won't last but it's nice to be wanted by someone. You know how long it's been since someone actually wanted to be with me?”

“No.” She says.

“Not since Fizz.” He blurts out.

“Wow…” Barbie says. “Haven't heard that name in a while.”

“I know."

“Blitzø-”

“Barbie, you need to break up with Jesse, I hate to say it because you're my sister and it's gross to think about, but there are plenty of people out there, more deserving, who would love to go out with you.”

“Blitzø, this isn't about me!” Barbie says.

“Well, this isn't about me either!”

“Things are going so well between you and Verosika! You can't let your feelings ruin such a perfect thing!” Barbie says.

“I'm not!” Blitzø shouts. “...At least I don't think I am.” His voice quiets. “Stolas doesn't…he-”

“He killed our father, Blitzø! You can't-”

“No, he didn't, I did!” Blitzø shouts.

The room got very quiet after that…

And yet…

The quiet was somehow very…very loud.

“Barb?” Blitzø asks.

“What do you mean you killed our father? It wasn't Stolas?” Barbie asks. “You- you lied to me?”

“It was a lie of omission. You assumed Stolas was at fault…so I just let you believe it.” He admits against his will, his breath quickening.

“Blitzø…”

He can see it all...again.

What happened all those years ago...

It haunted him.

{Past: age 14:}⚠️

Blitzo climbed back in through the window, hoping they didn't notice he was gone.

He still had the excuse that he was looking for cufflinks, hopefully it was enough for them to not get suspicious.

Lays probably knew, but if he explains his reasoning he might just leave him unscathed-

“Blitzo…”

Lays…

Shit. Okay. This was fine. He just needed to ex-

Blitzo turned around and saw not just Lays…but Augestine was there too and-

…Paimon.

Shit Shit shit shit!

“Blitzo…where were you?” Lays asks sternly.

Blitzo's hands shake and his chest tightens…

Fuck…this was the end wasn't it? He's dead.

He sees spots blocking his vision.

“I- I was…-”

He couldn't talk, he was going to die-

He was going to die…

“Well? Speak, boy!” Augestine shouted his teaching rod in his hand that usually made Blitzø wince, but today it seemed much scarier. “Where were you!?”

“Uhm-”

He didn't realize he could be so…scared.

Paimon raises an eyebrow. “You have five seconds…clown boy.”

“I was at…” He couldn't even think of a lie. “At the…circus.” He honestly can't believe he actually admitted it.

Lays face falls and he shakes his head. “Oh, Blitzo.”

“The circus?” Paimon asks.

Augestine smiles. “Don't you remember? The traveling circus you got Blitzo in the first place. It must be the same one.”

“Is it?” Paimon asks Blitzo.

“Um-”

“You better answer truthfully, boy.” Paimon threatens. “I won't hesitate to travel to the circus personally and blow the place up.”

“It…” Blitzo looks at lays, then to the ground. His fist clinches. “It's the same one.”

“That lousy Cash Buckzo will be there.” He hears Augestine whisper to Paimon. “The one who stole all your precious artifacts.”

Paimon hums. “Lays, deal with your ward.” He orders before turning away and heading to the main doorway. “And this time, make sure the lesson sticks!” He demands

“Right away, Sir.” Lays says.

“Wait-” Blitzø tries to ask what Paimon will do but before he can, Lays interrupts:

“Blitzo, you're in enough trouble, don't make this worse for yourself.”

Lays leads Blitzo downstairs, but instead of the servants hall, he's lead to the area with the dungeons.

“Lays?” Blitzo asks.

“Keep walking, Blitzo.” Lays tells him.

Blitzo does as he's told, but he still doesn't know what's going on…not until they arrived…

In the room was two long shackles attached to the ceiling…

“Lays…you're not really going t-”

“You're not a child anymore, Blitzo. Clearly child punishments wont work anymore.” Lays says, closing the door and locking it. “Remove your shirt and lift your arms.

“Please-”

“Blitzo…now.” Lays says, not too harshly, but Blitzo knew he was serious.

Blitzo had never been whipped like that before- not with an actual whip at least. Lays usually just hit him with a paddle or gave him more assignments.

Augestine would hit him with his teaching rod if Stolas got a question wrong and he needed some ‘encouragement' or deal him any punishment he felt Stolas deserved.

Being Stolas's friend and servant meant he was also used as a whipping boy.

So, Blitzo was used to most forms of pain and punishment, but this was something entirely different.

This felt…much more real. Like torture.

His hands shook while he removed his shirt…once Lays makes up his mind to do something…he never backs down. There was no out. Blitzo was screwed.

Lays helped him into the shackles. “Now, what is it you need to learn today?” He asks.

“To…not sneak out.” Blitzø says hesitantly.

CRACK!

“Ahh!” Blitzo can't help but scream at the first strike, he's never hurt that much before.

“What was it you had to learn yesterday?” Lays asks before another hit.

“Ah- to not sneak out-” *CRACK.* “With Stolas.” He added.

“Exactly. For not learning from yesterday, you'll receive thirty. For running off today, you'll receive twenty. Now, starting from one, count.” Lays demanded.

The whip hit him. “One.”

CRACK!

“T-two.”

CRACK!

“Ah- Three.”

CRACK!

“F-four.”

CRACK!

“Lays- please.”

“Count.”

WACK!

“Five.” Tears filled Blitzo's eyes. He tries to resist but the pain was too much.

Blizo's back was burning hot and in the worst kind of pain Blitzo could imagine- he couldn't even think of what Paimon may do to his family.

Lays claimed he went easy on him but- it sure didn't feel like it.

He'd hate to know what being hard on him was.

{Later: Past:}⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️

Blitzo was sent back to work after his whipping, Lays warned that this would be his normal punishment from now on, which scared him.

“Blitzo! There you are.” Stolas says. “I'm so glad you're alright. Augestine seemed very angry, it looked like he was going to kill you.” He says.

Blitzo almost told him-

But honestly, what would it do?

“Sorry, I snuck out for a bit- Lays and Augestine weren't exactly pleased about it.” Blitzo says.

“I assumed so.” Stolas says. “But where did you sneak off to?”

“I'll tell you about it later.” Blitzo says. “I should get your lunch.”

Stolas looked confused but decided not to push Blitzo. “Alright. Later it is.”

Blitzo hoped it was over…but oh, it wasn't.

By the time he made it downstairs, Paimon approached him.

“Clown boy.” He says. “Follow me.”

Blitzo didn't want to, but his legs moved before his mind could catch up to what's happening…

No wonder Stolas was scared of his father, he feels he may die just from being in the same room as him.

He wasn't always afraid of Paimon…only once he became smart enough to know what the prince could do.

Paimon lead him to the dungeons, but a completely different room from where Lays had whipped him…

Inside was his father…blindfolded.

He didn't want this…to see his father like this- yes, he hated him. But he didn't want to see this.

“Well, Mr Buckzo. We meet yet again.” Paimon says. “This time it'll be even more entertaining then the last.”

“Prince Paimon, this was all a big misunderstanding!” Cash says. “I can pay you back every shilling!”

Blitzo turns to the Goetia. “Prince Paimon, I will pay you back for everything, I'll work- I'll- I'll work till I'm dead, but please let him go.” Blitzo begged. He thought that's what Paimon wanted, for him to beg and promise to not disobey again but…

Then paimon handed him a gun.

“S-Sire, w-what?”

“Your father and you both stole from me. Your punishment is to do just that…work till your dead. But, your father however…won't get that luxury.” Paimon chuckles.

Blitzo was able to put two and two together..

“Blitzo?” Cash asks. “You're still alive?”

“You won't be for long.” Paimon says. He turns to Blitzo. "Go ahead."

“I can't- please-” Blitzo begs.

Paimon grips his arm tightly. “Either take the shot…or you'll both be executed. The only reason you're alive is because my son favors you as his servant. You're nothing but a whipping boy to keep him in line, you're very easily replaced.” Paimon says. “Take the shot now.”

Blitzo aims the gun and closes his eyes.

“Blitzo!” He hears his father.

Was it him pleading? Apologizing?

Was he scared?

He didn't know.

He squeezes the trigger and-

A loud gun shot blasts through the room and Blitzo drops the gun.

“That's a good boy.” Paimon says.

Blitzo sees red…and white and- nothing else…

He- he-

He couldn't breathe.

“Look, Blitzo.” Paimon angles his head to look at his dead…bleeding father. “This is what happens when little imps don't know their place.”

Blitzø only saw black, he couldn't move.

“I trust you learned something.” Paimon said. “Because if you haven't…we can always find your mother and sister next.”

{Present:}

“It was my fault. I led them to him and…I pulled the trigger. I did it so they wouldn't kill me."

“Please stop.” Barbie whispers.

“I'm sorry…”Blitzø says. “I should have told you the truth. I-I just..”

“I don't want to talk about this.” Barbie says.

“Barb-”

“Shut up!” Barbie shouts.

And they say nothing else for the next thirty something minutes.

Blitzø was getting dizzy from the gas- what the fuck. He was going to br sick.

One of the agents walk into the room. “Ready to talk now, demons?” He leans closer to Blitzø who spits in his face.

“Ugh!” The agent recoiled. “Fuck!”

The other agent hit Blitzø across the face with her gun. “Remove your disguise, demon. Or else…”

“Or else what, bitch?” Barbie asks.

Suddenly an imp crashes into the room through the vents and takes out the two agents instantly.

“Millie!” Barbie smiles.

“Thank fuck. Mills, how did you get here by yourself?” Blitzø asks.

Suddenly the window/mirror thing in front of them crashes, and they see Loona there quickly destroying the controls.

“Loonie!” Blitzø scolds. “You're not supposed to-”

“Not now! We got out of here before more fuckers show up!” Loona says, throwing the book at Blitzø.

Blitzø takes the book and creates a portal, they all leave that awful fucking place.

{Later:}

They arrived back at the office, and Blitzø very quickly insisted everyone go home.

He contacted their client to tell them the deed was done, then headed to the bar for a few drinks.

Many hours later, when he was sure Barbie and Loona were asleep…he returned to the apartment.

He expected quiet was was immediately bombarded with questions from his daughter:

“What the hell happened between you and Aunt barb? She's been in a shit move since we got back from-”

“Loona, stop, please? I just can't talk about this right now, Kay? Go to bed.” He tells her.

Loona sighs and stomps to her room, slamming the door.

Blitzø pulls out his phone.

Blitzø: ‘Can we meet up? We need to talk.’

Reply: ‘Tomorrow at my place?’

Blitzø felt a wave of anxiety and he swore his heart skipped a beat.

Blitzø: ‘I'll be there.’

They say it's what you make, I say it's up to fate

It's woven in my soul, I need to let you go

Your eyes, they shine so bright

I want to save their light.

I can't escape this now, Unless you show me how." -Demons, Imagine dragons

A/N: Ooooo who did he text!?!

Ty for reading!

I Hope you guys liked it- if you did Please leave comments and likes before you go, I really appreciate it 💖💖💗

I wanted to add more hallucination scenes but I ran out of stuff to put in there so I just left it.Sorry for those who love hallucinations. 😅Next chapter is Ozzies/Queen Bee

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gothicemoowl · 1 month ago

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Push part 6: Harvest moon festival

{Blitzø:}

Blitzø, Barbie, Loona, and Millie were fucking exhausted!

Blitzø blames those fucking cherubs. Who did they think they were anyway?

“I'm so fucking tired, I'm gonna need a gazillion days off.” Barbie says.

“I second that.” Loona agrees.

“At least we made enough to pay for mom's medication.” Barbie says.

“Yeah…great” Blitzø agrees, half heartedly…it didn't seem like enough.

“Come on guys, ya'll could use a break!” Millie says. “Oh! My sister has been practically begging me to visit her in wrath…this weekend is the harvest moon festival!”

“Wait- it is?” Blitzø asks, suddenly perking up, face grinning widely.

“Yeah! My folks would be tickled pink to have us there, what do you say?” She asks.

Blitzø had gone to that damn festival for years…and he's never been able to participate because he was ‘working’.

…He was always fucking working.

“I don't know, Millie.” Barbie says. “All the way in wrath? A lot of weirdos there.”

“Fuck that, I'm in!” Blitzø says.

“What?” Barbie asks him.

“Come on, Barb. It's not like we can do shit without the book anyway.” Blitzø says.

“Why do you want to go so badly?” Barbie asks.

“Well, as a kid I went all the time…but I've always had to sit back and watch the games from a distance, this time I can actually play them!”

“You never got to play in the games?” Millie asks, face saddened.

“No. I was too busy being Stolas’ twenty for seven parasol holder.” Blitzø rolls his eyes.

“Para what?” Millie asks.

“It's a fancy sun umbrella for rich pricks who can't wear a hat I guess.” Blitzø explains.

“Ohh right.” Millie says. “Those.”

“Please?” Blitzø asks.

Barbie sighs. “Fine. But I'm only coming along because if you get killed, that will be very entertaining.”

Blitzø gives Barbie a look. “Feeling the love, sis.”

His phone starts to make owl noises. “Hang on a sec.” He says to Barbie and Millie before walking to his office to answer. “Stolas, what's up?”

“Hello, Blitzø!” A cheery voice speaks. “I wanted to ask when you can drop off the book? I have to head to wrath first thing tomorrow so-”

Blitzø interrupts. “Actually, I can bring it tonight or I can meet you in wrath.”

“...you're going to wrath?” He asks, a smile visible by his tone alone.

“Uh yeah, my friend Millie invited us to go with her so…I'll be in wrath too.” He explains.

“Oh Blitzø! That's wonderful. We can meet up in the morning!” He says. “And maybe…after the games we could catch up?” He suggests.

Blitzø bites his lip. “Uh, I don't know…maybe.”

“I'll see you there then.” Stolas says, hanging up.

Blitzø sets the phone down…

Blitzø exhales, trying to calm his nerves.

Eventually talking to Stolas has to get easier.

{Later: Wrath}

“Mamma! Daddy!”

Millie jumped into her father’s arms. The man happily embraced her. He spun her around before placing her back on her feet.

“Yeeee-hawww!” He ruffles Millie’s hair affectionately. “How’s my deadly little pumpkin spice doing?”

“I’m good, Pa!” Millie smiles. “Thanks for lettin’ us stay here for the harvest jamboree!”

“It’s no trouble. We know you aren’t making as much anymore since y’all went ‘freelance.’” She mocks.

“Freelance pays fine, Ma!” Millie exclaims.. “We’re doing fine- It’s fine.”

Millie turns to the rest of the team. "Anyway, this is my boss Blitzø, and his hellhound!"

"I'm not just his hellhound!" Loona growls.

"Yeah, she's my daughter!" Blitzø defends. “And her name is Loona, thank you.”

"I'm only your daughter on paper." Loona rolls her eyes.

“And that's Barbie Wire, Blitzø's sister and the baddest bitch I know!”

Barbie looks up at them and nods, not giving a shit how rude that is.

“Pleasure to meet you.” Joe says to her.

Blitzø walks over to Millie’s parents. “Ignore her, she wasn't raised with manners. It sure is a pleasure to finally meet the sperm and egg factory that popped out this little gem of an assassin! You two raised a sturdy bitch!” He playfully punched Millie in the arm.

Joe chuckled. “That we did! So, Blitzø, is it? That’s a fine name.” He says, shaking Blitzø's hand.

“It reminds me of war,” Lin sighs happily.

Joe agrees. “Nothing like a little war to make a strong man.” He says.

“That's what I always say.” Blitzø lies.

"You know, you should meet our new farm hand, hey striker!" Joe called

Suddenly a sexy Imp on a firey steed comes charging at them. The horse neighs majestically as it makes a dramatic stop in front of them.

"Well, howdy!" The Imp, striker dismounted his horse; he had a light peach complexion, and his tail rattled at every vicious movement. "You must be the famous Mildred, I've heard good things about you, young lady."

Millie can't help but blush a little and shakes Striker's hand.

"What're y'all doin' so far away from Imp City? Heh. The free workin' finally slowin' down?" Striker asks mockingly.

"Oh, no! Freelance isn't free! It's a– you know what, never mind.” She sighs. Suddenly Striker isn't that attractive to her. “We're just visitin' for the festival. The prince is our boss' boyyyyfrieeeend!" She teases.

"Millie, I am not above hitting a female in front of her daddy." Blitzø warns.

"Boss, huh...? Ohhh, so YOU'RE the bold imp to start his own killing biz?" Striker asks.

"Yeah, well if you're good at somethin', you should probably capitalize." Blitzø shrugs.

"Not many Imps start businesses on their own. That's pretty impressive, sir." Striker says, shaking his hand.

"Oh...! Yeah? It is-- I- I- I guess- I guess it is, isn't it?" Blitzø asks, trying to look more confident in front of the sexy cowboy.

"So you even conned that ditzy blueblood into gettin' you to the surface?" He asks.

"Well, it's long and complicated, but the short answer is yes.” He says. “Let's just say he owed me a favor…or six.”

“And who might you be?” Striker asks, taking Barbie's hand and kissing it.

Barbie smiles. “Disinfecting my hand apparently, thanks asshole.” She says sweetly.

"Y'know... you boys should enter the Pain Games!" Joe says.

Blitzø immediately turns his attention to Lin and Joe happily.

Holy shit! He can enter the pain games this year!

Every year he watched them while sitting next to Stolas while they tried to bet on who would win…this year was gonna be completely different!

"With the both of you there, we’ll have some real competition!” Joe says.

"Yeah! Wish I could play!" Millie says.

Lin sighs. "Millie, you know you get too carried away. The last competition ended in fifteen separate funerals!" She scolds.

"I'm aware, but I only caused nine of them!" She says. "How come Sallie May still gets to compete?"

"Your sister doesn't have a neighborhood head count." Lin says.

"She SO does!" Millie argues.

"It doesn't count if they don't find the bodyyyyyy!" Sally-Mae shouts back in a sing-song voice.

Lin places a hand on her daughter's shoulder. "Still, you get to root for her and your brothers, and now you can cheer on your boss!"

"Sir, the fence is mended. I don't expect any hogs getting out again." A smaller Imp, wearing a black eyepatch and a bow tie says.

Joe merely hummed in confirmation before walking away from him.

"He's warming up to me." The smaller imp says to Striker.

Striker scoffs, he rests a hand on the small imp's shoulder. "And this here is my younger brother, and my business partner, Moxxie.”

“Moxxie, nice to meet you. I'm Blitzø, the O is silent-"

"Blitzø Buckzo, from IMP. Right?" Moxxie shakes his hand. "It's nice to meet you, sir."

"Wow, you've heard of me?" Blitzø asks.

"Well, yeah. Lin and Joe mentioned Millie was an assassin and I just had to know more about it." Moxxie says. “Your advertising is…interesting.” He says. “But going to earth to go after the living? Genius. You're sure to get a ton of clientele, if you're not already that is.”

Millie smiles, feeling a sense of pride that someone not only understood how impressive her job was, but even admired it.

"I assume you're Millie?" Moxxie asks her.

"Yeah, nice to meet you, Moxxie." Millie shakes his hand.

"You're lovelier than your pictures." Moxxie says.

Millie does her best not to react, but she did blush slightly. "Uhm, yeah, thank you. So, you two are brothers?" Millie asks him.

Moxxie rolls his eyes. “Yeah…wasn’t my choice.”

“Siblings are such a joy.” Blitzø rolls his eyes. “Can't live without them…wish we could.”

“Oh fuck you.” Barbie says.

Moxxie nods. “Say, is that an 1858 precession tower pistol?" Moxxie asks Blitzø.

"Uh yeah." Blitzø says, pulling his gun out. "It is actually."

"Interesting choice of weapon. I'd assume most assassin's use suppressed semi-automatic bretta 71 pistols; the cartridge for those suppresses better than most and provides rapid follow up shotsors, or maybe a Ruger MK 2."

"I usually use an SVD." Blitzø says, "this is just my handgun in case certain fuckers get in my way."

"That's a great sniper weapon." Moxxie says.

"You know a lot about guns for being a simple farm hand." Mille says.

"Oh, yeah. My father used to sell guns. He forced me to do extensive research on them so I could take over for him someday, unfortunately it mysteriously burned down with him inside." Moxxie explains. "...I just realized that was way more information than you needed to hear. I apologize.”

Millie smiles. “Oh, yeah. But it's fine. I tend to ramble a lot too.” She laughs awkwardly.

"Ever consider being an assassin, Moxxie?" Blitzø asks.

"This guy?" Striker laughs, throwing a dead hog over his shoulder. "He's got a head on him alright, but he's no assassin. Can't even wrestle up one of these puppies without breaking something." He says gesturing towards the hogs in the pen.

"Yeah, I'm not so good in combat, besides I'm really not a violent person. The only killing I believe in is self defense and sustenance." Moxxie agrees.

"Well, if you ever change your mind," Blitzø hands him a card. "We could use a guy like you on the team."

"Wow. Uhm thank you, sir." Moxxie says. “But, with the one eye? How am I even supposed to shoot?” He asks.

“You still got your good eye.” Blitzø says. “It just takes some practice. And it helps having someone there to watch your back.”

Striker smirks at Moxxie before turning to Blitzø "Hey, bossman? You want to help the men skin this thing for dinner?" Striker asks, still carrying the hog on his shoulder.

"I so would! But I got a thing.” Blitzø says.

“What thing?” Barbie asks.

“I have to return the book to Stolas, I told him I'd drop it off before the jamboree thing.” He explains.

“I'll come with you.” Barbie says.

“You're still worried I'm fucking him, aren't you?” Blitzø asks.

Barbie hums. “Yup. Besides, I'd love to shake hands with the man who personally ruined my brother's and my life.” She says. “Sounds like fun.”

“If you want to shake hands with that man, that would be Stolas's father, not Stolas.” Blitzø says.

She rolls her eyes. “Whatever, those rich fuckers are all the same anyway.”

Blitzø hums, not feeling up to arguing with her. He doesn't really have a reason to defend Stolas anyway…

“I'll come too.” Loona says.

“Sure, let's make it a party, why not?” Blitzø says sarcastically as they all get in the van.

"How come you both look nothing alike if you are brothers?” Millie asks Moxxie. “And why does Striker have an accent and you don't?"

Moxxie rubs his neck. "Well, we're step brothers." He says. "My mom married his dad." He explains.

“Oh, I see.” Millie says. “And now you two work together?” She asks.

“Yeah, well, you know how hard it is to be successful around here, or anywhere as an Imp.” Moxxie says.

Millie nods. “That it is.”

“Don't get me wrong, Striker is...okay. I guess. But he can sometimes be…” Moxxie hesitates.

“Showboat-y?” She asks.

“And kinda obnoxious.” Moxxie adds.

“I get it, my sister is the same way. Always tryin’ to best me at everything.” Millie says.

“So you get it. It's been like this since we were kids.” Moxxie says.

Moxxie was about to walk the other way until Millie stood in front of him, very closely. "So, what happened to your eye, if I may ask?"

Moxxie hesitates. "Uh well, that- that's a long story."

"I have time." Millie says.

"Well…okay- it's not a long story but it is a bit…well.”

Millie tilts her head. “What?”

“Embarrassing. Can I trust you?” He asks.

Millie nods.

“I got snake venom…in my eye.” Moxxie says.

“Oh wow.” Millie says. “Lucky it only got in one.”

“Yeah, definitely lucky…just not lucky enough to have no snake venom.” He says.

“Well, at least the eyepatch looks cool.” Millie says.

Moxxie smiles at her. “Well, thanks.”

{Blitzø and Stolas}

“Okay here we are.” Blitzø announces when they get to the festival set up. Stolas was there, looking perfect as always, admiring the decor and speaking to the staff about how it was all about to go…

Fuck. He looked amazing.

“Okay, ground rules. No asking Stolas questions, no insults, if you can't be polite, wait in the car. We can't afford to upset him. Got that?” Blitzø asks.

“Got it.” Loona says.

“Barb?”

Barbie rolls her eyes. “Fine, I'll be nice-ish.”

Blitzø rolls his eyes, that's honestly the best he could ask for right now. “Great.”

They get out of the van and walk over to Stolas.

“Blitzø! There you are. I was starting to worry you’d forgotten.” Stolas says.

“Oh come on, Stolas. When have I ever forgotten to do something I said I'd do?” Blitzø asks.

“Well-”

“Don't answer that.” Blitzø says, taking the grimoire and handing it to him. “Here's your book.”

“Thank you.” Stolas says taking it from the imp. “Loona, it's nice to see you again. How are you doing?”

“Again?” Barbie asks, but she gets no answer.

“I've been good. How's Via?” Loona asks.

“She's…fine.” Stolas hesitates. “She's with her mother at the moment.”

Blitzø rolls his eyes, common for him whenever Stella is mentioned. “Well, we should get going.” Blitzø says.

Barbie pushes past Blitzø though and reaches a hand towards Stolas. “Barbie Wire. Blitzø's sister. So, you're Stolas. I've heard so much about you.”

“Charmed.” Stolas says, shaking her hand. “Blitzø has told me a lot about you as well.”

Barbie hums. “How's the wife?”

“Loud.” Stolas answers. “I have to get to work, but I'd love it if you three accompany me for dinner.”

“Sorry, Stolas. We'd love to, but we have other plans.” Blitzø says.

“If you insist. Perhaps I'll see you tomorrow at the festival?” Stolas asks.

“Absolutely, we'll catch up soon. See you, Stolas.” Blitzø says, pulling Barbie away.

“Bye Blitzø, Loona, Barbie!”

Blitzø waves him one last goodbye before pushing Barbie into the car and driving away.

“You're so dramatic.” Barbie says. “I wasn't going to say anything.”

“I know you, Barb.” Blitzø rolls his eyes. “If you said anything to upset Stolas we could lose our funding.”

“What's the big deal anyway?” Loona asks rudely. “What has Stolas ever done to you?”

“Seriously?” Barbie asks. “You really want to know what that asshole did?”

“Barb, don't-”

“He used Blitzø for his own gain, killed our father, he's the reason Tilla's in the hospital and-”

“Barb, seriously!” Blitzø stops her. “I don't need everyone knowing about it, can we please just move on!?”

Barbie frowns, arms crossed. “Why are you defending him?”

“I'm not! I just-” Blitzø holds on tightly to the steering wheel. “I just don't want to talk about it…alright?”

Barbie sighs. “Fine…sorry. I'll stop.”

“Thank you.”

Loona looked confused…but didn't say anything.

{The next day, the Harvest moon festival:}

Millie sighs, watching the games…She so wishes she could play! She'd absolutely kill all these fuckers!

The crowd cheers, her parents narrating everything for her despite the fact she's literally watching it right in front of her…

She notices one imp sitting by himself…Moxxie.

She stands up and walks over to him. He's just so mysterious, so…different.

“You didn't enter the games either?” Millie asks him.

Moxxie looks up at her and scoffs. “And give Striker an excuse to humiliate me in front of everyone? No thanks. Besides, I don't find violence as entertaining as others do.” He says. “I'm just here in case he gets killed. I wouldn't want to miss it.”

“Can I sit down?” Millie asks.

Moxxie gestures for her to do so, so she does.

“You're so…different.” She says. “Not like most guys here in wrath. You're calm and…you know.” Millie says, honestly he was. He didn't seem to need to prove his masculinity to anyone, and didn't care what people thought. It was…refreshing.

“Well, I was born here but mostly grew up in greed. I missed out on a lot of the culture.” Moxxie says.

Millie nods. “Too bad. We certainly have quite a culture.”

Moxxie chuckles, watching Blitzø and Striker try to dominate each other in the games. “That's for sure. No offense, but I don't envy it.”

Millie fiddles with her fingers anxiously. “I'm sorry for being so…forward. But, are you seeing anyone?”

“I haven't dated since I was a teenager.” Moxxie says. “You?”

“A few guys here and there…nothing too serious.” She explains.

“I see. Honestly, dating is a waste of time. I could never see it as anything else.”

“Maybe someone could change your mind…someday?”

Moxxie smiles at her. “Maybe. You wanna…get out of here? We could

“I'd like to watch till the end of the games but…afterwards, maybe we can revisit all my favorite places in wrath?”

“A walk down nostalgic avenue? Sounds like that could be fun.” He says. “I'm in.”

{Later:}

The games were finished, Blitzø and Striker tying for first place.

“Okay, I've seen enough.” Millie says.

“Shall we then?” Moxxie asks, holding out his arm.

Millie ignores the arm and takes his hand. “Come on!”

She pulls him away from the festival and guides him through wrath.

“Where exactly are we going?” Moxxie asks.

“You'll see.” She says.

“So Millie, what type of music do you like?” Moxxie asks.

“I love music.” She says. “A little heavy Metal, a little country.”

Moxxie hums. “Interesting combination.” Moxxie says.

“What about you?” Millie asks.

“Promise you won't make fun of me?” Moxxie asks.

Millie nods. “Promise.”

“I really like classical music, operatic, musical theater, all that jazz.” He says.

“Wow, that's awfully fancy.” Millie says.

“Not really just…old fashioned.” Moxxie explains.

“That's really cool. Can you play any instruments?”

“I play a little guitar.” Moxxie says.

“That's cool!” She says. “I've dabbled in the drums, guitar, banjo, and I took a year of piano bit didn't really remember much.”

“Jack of all trades, master of none, but oftentimes better than a master of one.” Moxxie says.

“What?” Millie asks.

“Better to have multiple talents, than one.” Moxxie clarifies.

“Huh. Interesting saying.” She says.

Millie smiles, the two of them just seemed to click…

She enjoyed talking to him more than any other guy she went out with.

She felt…weirdly comfortable.

They continue to walk around, Millie showed him her old school, her favorite hiding places when her siblings and she would play hide and seek. Their favorite park…

“You all must be really close.” Moxxie says

“Yeah. We were.” She says.

“I grew up pretty alone before my dad died. I wish Striker and I could have half as good a relationship as you do with your brothers.” Moxxie says.

“All siblings fight.” Millie says. “I'm closest with my sister who I constantly fight with.” She says.

“Yeah?” Moxxie asks, sounding hopeful.

“Yeah. Sometimes that's the best part.” She explains. “No matter how much ya'll fight, you always make up.”

Moxxie smiles at that.

Millie and Moxxie climb a hill to get a good view of wrath.

“Wow.” Moxxie says.

“I know.” Millie smiles.

“This place really is just a wasteland.” Moxxie says.

Millie hits Moxxie's arm and he chuckles. “I'm sorry. I'm kidding. It's really nice here. Quiet.”

“That's what I like about it.” Millie says.

They both stay quiet for a moment and enjoy the view.

But Millie can't stay quiet for long. “So, why is it that you haven't dated since your teens?” Millie asks him.

“The age old story.” Moxxie explains. “Met a guy who turned out to be an asshole, broke my heart…” He frowns, and looks away from Millie for a second. “It's just not so easy to trust someone after that.”

“Oh. Are you gay?” Millie asks.

“I'm Bisexual.” Moxxie says.

“Oh.” She smiles but then drops the smile when he looks at her.

“Yeah.” Moxxie says, smiling at her. He hates to see her frown for some reason…he wants to see her smile back.

And she does. “Dating is hard.” She says. “I just want to be with someone I can trust, someone I can connect with…I don't even think I'm asking for too much.”

“You're not.” Moxxie says. “Not at all. It's just hard because…you're so unique. You're too much for assholes to handle. You're too good for everyone.”

Millie smiles. “Thanks, Moxxie.”

Moxxie's phone went off and he checked it. “Oh, uh. My brother needs me for something. I should go.”

“I'll go with you.” Millie says. “I should check in on my boss, congratulate him on the games.”

“Oh, sure.” Moxxie says, smiling.

And they walk back together.

{Striker and Blitzø:}

“Excuse me…the fuck!?”

“Blitzø.” Striker says. “I thought you were still at the ceremony.”

“I've seen the moon. I don't really care to see it again.”

“Well now you seem disappointed in me.” Striker says.

“Well, I'm not a fan of someone I offered a job to about to off my easiest lengthy ticket to Earth behind my back.” He says.

After winning the pain games Blitzø gave Striker an I.M.P card too, telling him that they could use someone like him and Moxxie around…apparently that wasn't very tempting.

Striker chuckles. “Blitzo, come on. You know, the two of us are superior than most of our kind. And you were so above suckin' on a disgusting, rich, pompous Goetia, only to sneak topside for scraps and work for bitter sinners, who could care less who you are, when you could be slaying Overlords. Why struggle to run a business that is rigged against you?” Striker asks.

Blitzø glares at Striker as the snake-like imp gets closer. “Not all overlords are like that. Why slay random overlords when you can go after the ones who are actually hurting us?” He asks.

“You're telling me that Stolas isn't one of them?” Striker asks.

“Well…no. He's not.”

“Cuz’ last time I checked, he doesn't exactly have the best record… I couldn't help but notice how he couldn't keep his eyes off you through the whole pain games. You need his book for your little business and he goes with it even though he knows it's illegal. He wants you under his control, under his thumb. He treats you like a plaything…and you know it.” Striker says as Blitzø hits the wall behind him. “Just like when you were kids.”

“What?” Blitzø asks. “How do you-”

“Why work for him when you could partner up with me and kill the unkillable? Starting with the one that treats you like a plaything.”

“How do you know about me and Stolas?” Blitzø asks.

“I make it a point to know everything.” Striker says. “We could work together, take care of your mom. She'll want for nothing. We can be the most dangerous beings in Hell, Blitzo.” Striker says. “You could make a real difference…”

Suddenly Striker is stabbed in the back multiple times by Barbie who managed to sneak up on him.

Striker turns around and strikes Barbie to the ground.

“Barbie!” Blitzø growls at striker and bites his arm, then punches him, making his nose bleed.

Striker then charges after Blitzø, but Barbie climbs on top of him.

Striker grabs her and throws her at Blitzø and they both fall to the ground.

Barbie whistles for Loona as Blitzø tries to get the gun from Striker.

Both equally matched, but Striker has all those gashes in his back…

He'd better make it even.

Striker hits Blitzø with the back of his gun then takes out his knife, with it he strikes Barbie's face, leaving a very gnarly scrape.

Blitzø gets up fast and tries to hit Striker-

“Okay, I'm here.” Loona says.

Striker takes Blitzø and throws him at Loona before getting out his phone.

{Moxxie and Millie:}

Millie walks ahead of Moxxie back to the house, but she's stopped when Moxxie suddenly grabs her shoulder and turns her around to face him…

Then she feels the knife.

Millie screams in pain but Moxxie covers her mouth. “Sorry, Mills.” He says. “It's nothing personal.”

Millie struggles against him and kicks him in the face to run away.

Moxxie grabs some rope and catches up to her and ties her legs, then her arms. “Unless you want me to take the knife out…you'll keep quiet.” He warns silently, hand over her mouth.

‘Since when is he good at combat? Didn't he say he was awful at it?’ Millie thought.

He pulls her forward and walks into the house.

{Everyone:}

Barbie and Blitzø manage to take the gun from Striker when they hear it.

“Drop the weapon!” Someone says behind them.

They look behind them at Moxxie, who is holding a gun in one hand, and he has Millie in the other. “Let's all take a second and calm down. We want our gun back, you want your Millie back. Step away from my boss, drop your weapons and take a step back.”

They do as Moxxie says, dropping the Angelic weapon and taking a step back.

“Your weapons too, drop them and slide them over.” Moxxie orders.

Blitzø and Babie look at each other, then reluctantly do as they're told.

Moxxie pulls Millie towards him, so she can't escape. He looks out the window and sighs. “He's gone.” Moxxie says to Striker.

“Shit.” Striker sighs.

Blitzø growls. “Good, so you're done then?” He asks.

“Drop. Millie. Now.” Barbie tells him at the same time.

“With pleasure.” Moxxie smiles, pulling the knife out of Millie's shoulder, making her scream. He then throws her out the window.

“Millie!” Blitzø and Barbie shout.

“I'd suggest you go help her before she bleeds out too much.” Moxxie says. “You wouldn't want to lose an employee…would you, Blitzø?”

Blitzø glares daggers at Moxxie. “You mother fucker.”

“Well come on, you wouldn't want me to waste a perfectly nice knife, would you?” Moxxie asks.

They all run downstairs to help Millie, so Moxxie and Striker seize the opportunity to escape.

“Come on!” Moxxie says to Striker, tossing him back his gun.

Striker and Moxxie run out of the room and to the hallway window.

Striker whistles to bombproof and the two of them are able to escape.

{Blitzø, Barbie, and Millie:}

“Millie, are you alright?” Barbie asks, untying her while Blitzø ripped off a bit of his shirt to cover her wound.

“I'm fine.” She says weakly. “I was such an idiot.”

“You're not an idiot.” Blitzø says. “Everyone has trusted the wrong person before. Believe me.”

“Let's just focus on getting you patched up, okay?” Barbie says. “It'll be okay.”

Loona doesn't say anything…but she looks more concerned than Millie would think.

{Moxxie and Striker: later}

“Great work, sir. Honestly. Not only were we not paid for the farm work we did, but we also missed the target. What are you going to tell the client?” Moxxie asks.

“You let me worry about that. Besides, if you were where you were supposed to be, we would have been fine!” Striker says.

“Last time I checked, I threw someone out a window to save you! You could at least be appreciative.” Moxxie says.

“Oh please, like I didn't see the way you looked at her.” Striker says. “You enjoyed dragging her around like that.”

Moxxie scoffs “Trust me, Sir. I lost the part of me that feels that sort of thing…so, what's the plan now?”

“Stella will give us instructions on his next big event I'm sure.” Striker says.

Moxxie sighs. “We're charging back at demon royalty…by working for demon royalty. Makes sense.” Moxxie mocks.

“Hey!” Striker takes Moxxie by the throat and pins him against the wall. “After Stolas is gone…she's next….but after we get our money from her.” He says. “Trust me, pet. Everything will work out so long as you do as you're told. I don't want another incident like today. Understand?!”

“Yes sir.” Moxxie says.

Striker grins tightly. “Good boy.”

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