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Blitz and Stolas were having one of their twice-a-week meetings. Today, they were sitting in the dining room. And as always, Stolas has beautifully decorated the place with various sorts of plants and flowers, filling the room with a pleasant fresh aroma. Their relationship had seen its fair share of ups and downs, but with the help of Moxxie and Angel, they finally managed to sort things out. Blitz always pushed people away despite caring deeply for them, believing it hurt less if he was the one to cause the pain.

Stolas, on the other hand, had a habit of seeing people not as they were, but as he wanted them to be. He often addressed Blitz as "his little impish plaything," thinking Blitz enjoyed the nickname. Their full moon arrangements were filled with dirty talk, but Stolas failed to realize that Blitz preferred that kind of interaction strictly in the bedroom.

"Blitz, are you doing okay? You don't look so well." Stolas looked over. Noticing Blitz sweating bullets and eyeing the rats on Stolas' plate.

"Yeah yeah I'm doing GREAT, just eating this bomb ass sandwich. What about you? Stella still a petty bitch?" He was asking nervously. Not used to small talk. This whole 'not plowing Stolas' thing was new to him, and he was not going to fuck it up this time.

Stolas ate three rats at the same time, glaring down at the rest. "Yeah, she is still quite the thorn in the side I must say. But as a matter of fact, she has been rather quiet lately. Not as much as I've liked, but she doesn't yell as much as usual. Probably because I threatened to sue her with the basis of her trying to have me assassinated." Stolas chuckled. "The whole upper class just sees this as a game. Pardon my words, but this is all bullshit.". To his own surprise, Blitz was actually trying to hold a conversation for once. A conversation not only about sex, but his actual day to day life. Feeling a bump in his chest, he could get used to this. Maybe he should write down some notes for next time they meet.

This feeling being new to Stolas, he took another look at Blitz. This time, he looked way more unwell. Eyes out of focus, holding on to the table like his life depended on it. "Are you really sure you're okay? You look quite unwell. I could make you some tea if that would help."

"STOLAS FOR FUCKS SAKE. GIVE ME THE FUCKING RATS." Blitz's sudden outburst startled Stolas. Of all that Blitz could ask for, it was rats. Not that Stolas minded. Not one bit. But still, rats? So, Stolas sitting there, looking at Blitz, not blinking, not asking any questions, and without at word, handing over his plate. Watching in shock as Blitz inhaled them.

"FUCK!!" Blitz yelled, breaking the awkward silence that followed. He had just eaten three rats, leaving both of them at a loss for words. The worst part of it all was that Blitz even liked the taste.

"Ok, Blitz. You're clearly not okay. I know rat can taste really good, but you've never wanted to eat them before. You even look at me with disgust whenever I eat them. And look at you, you're soaked in sweat."

"I.. I.. I don't" Blitz looking visibly disturbed, not knowing where to look. "I don't know Stolas. I've been craving... FUCKING CRAVING weird shit all morning. I've been nauseous all week, throwing up the second I wake up, missing a lot of targets also." Blitz stumbled on the words.

"We should get you checked out. Throwing up as the first thing in the morning... Fuck the hospital, I am just going to do it myself." Stolas hurried over to Blitz and scooped him up with little protest from Blitz. It wasn't often Stolas was this concerned. This is a serious matter and he was not about to wait to find out what the problem was. "PRINGLES!" He yelled after the butler. "Please prepare my study. Get the comfy chair, a lot of blankets and some of my more rarer teas. The ones from earth. This is of upmost importance. Something with vanilla and strawberry should suffice." Stolas dictated his butler. Now walking with great pace towards his study, with Blitz warm and fuzzy in his soft, feathery embrace.

Once the boys were in the study, Blitz really appreciating just how dedicated Stolas was. It is by no means a small room, quite the opposite. The whole room was easily 3 times larger than Blitz' whole apartment.

Blitz now sitting in the chair. Surrounded by blanket and pillows, unable to move, just looking at Stolas romaging around his study, trying to find the correct book. "You sure there's a problem? Like, don't get me wrong, but I'm fine. 'Sides, everyone's puked before, its' nothin new."

"Yeah, sure. Everyone has thrown up before. But throwing up every morning for the past week. That is not healthy at all."

"Ah, there it is." Stolas holding a book called 'The Impish Biology And Their Quirks, Second Edition'. Reading through it at light speed pace, landing on page 260. "Ah, it says here 'if your imp should feel nauseous in the morning, for multiple days in succession, it would be greatly adviced for your imp to take a pregnancy test.'"

"Aw fuck off. Is that shit book written by another 'stuck up too high their own ass they can't breathe' Goitias? I fucking swear. 'your imp'. Try replacing 'imp' with bird and see how that feels. Fuckin shitstains." Blitz yelled out before taking another sip of his tea. "Ok this shit good tea, Stols."

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"WAIT. DID YOU SAY PREGNANT?? IS THAT WHY I ATE A RAT EARLIER???"

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"What do you mean with I'm pregnant?" Blitz said, beginning to sweat. "I'm a fucking man, a real hunk. I aint got no pussy, so like the fuck should it come out of?"

As the last words left his mouth, he downed the rest of his tea in an effort all in vain to stop his shaking. This was some damn good tea. Real fucking good tea.

"I believe that is what the book reads. Although you haven't taken a test yet, the book does suggest it as a possibility." Stolas, with the book The Impish Biology And Their Quirks, Second Edition, still in his hands. 'Look at Blitz, what wonderful news. To experience the wonders of becoming a dad all over again.' He thought to himself. 'Yes, Blitz already has a lovely daughter, albeit adopted, this will surely give him a whole new perspective on life.'

Blitz still sitting buried under a mountain of blankets and pillows, feeling a mix of dread and oddly enough, contempt. Seeing Stolas scooping him up, taking the lead, showing his compassion for Blitz. He could get used to this. He is definitely sure to reward Stolas after this.

"Pringles, please do bring me the pregnancy tests, the ones in blue, some tea and a chocolate cookie. And Pringles, I can not stress this enough, O̸̝͒Ǹ̶ͅL̴̰͒Ÿ̵̙  one."

"At once sir." The butler announced while speeding out of the study.

"Wait Stols. What do you mean with a cookie? And why only one cookie? And why does the color of a fucking pregnancy test matter? It's a pregnancy test, like come on!" Blitz said in a confused tone while locking eyes with Stolas. And Stolas simply returned a smile that only grew wider and wider.

"Blitzy, let me treat you well this time. This is simply no simple matter. Those gas station tests simply wont cut it. No. If I made you pregnant, that means you are pregnant with my child, and that means we must use the upmost precise method possible. Remember, I haven't studied my grimoire over decades for nothing mind you. And no, before you ask, I will not make you eat more rats. That decision is all up to you, but the offer do stand if you want to widen your culinary palette."

And with that, Pringles returned with the items. A few scrolls with weirdly formed symbols with a blue name written, a single chocolate cookie and some more vanilla-strawberry tea. Blitz really like the tea with vanilla and strawberry.

"Now Blitz, please be a darling and wait a bit while I get these tests lain out on the floor. Pringles please take this end, and I will take this end and we fold it out. Blitz, the blue text you see on the scroll is my name written in my own blood. This is by no means a simple spell. It's one I wrote back when Stella and I was trying for Octavia. She didn't want to try anymore if there was even the slightest hint of a chance she was pregnant. I still remember when she threw my ceremonial knife after me and trampled my scrolls."

"Once a bitch, always a fucking bitch, huh?" Blitz said with chuckle.

Now the moment of truth. "Blitz, please sit tight while I perform the spell." Stolas said while pulling a knife out from one of his pocket dimensions. "And please don't be too alarmed by this. I'm going to take this cookie, pour some of my blood onto it, and ask of you to eat it. Can you do that for me Blitzy?"

For most, this would be too weird to accept, maybe downright repulsive, but not for Blitz. Yes, it was still weird, but it didn't even scratch his top ten list of weird things he'd had to eat.

"Right right, because of this ritual thingy. But quick question, why a fucking cookie tho? And the blood? I get that it's on the scroll and all, but why the cookie? And don't worry about the blood, it's not the first time I've had to drink it." Blitz asked, not disgusted, just curios. Almost child like wonder.

Stolas paused for a second, contemplating over what his hopefully soon-to-be boyfriend just said. "Blitzy, I'm going to ignore the last part there. But yes, those are some good questions. First of darling, the cookie is simply there to make the blood more manageable to ingest. Second, as you called it 'a ritual thingy' is correct. The scrolls have been drawn with my blood, and when you ingest my blood it gets absorbed by your body,. When that happens, your blood links up with the scrolls, in a way. and I can then get an insight on your body composition."

"So you're basically just probing me? Shit, Stols, that's all you had to say. I'm in." He said with a wide grin.

And with that, Stolas took out a ceremonial knife, jacked it right through his entire hand and began pouring the blood onto the cookie, while walking towards Blitz. And don't forget the eldrich chanting he were doing.

"Now, please open right up and I will place the cookie in you mouth." He said in a soft voice and a caring smile.

As Stolas put the blue blood covered chocolate cookie in the mouth of Blitz, he couldn't help but giggle. Imagine, he and Blitz performing a  ritual together. Sitting in his study, Blitz being covered from head to toe in blanket, and Stolas performing a ritual with Blitz as the subject. It has been one of Stolas many guilty pleasures. A dream one might say. Ever since they first met as children, he had always wanted to do this with Blitz. Be it rituals or spells. This being one of the reasons Stolas were willing to teach Blitz how to use the grimoire, after all.

"Ok Stols, that cookie was a bit on the dry side, could you get me some of that awesome tea?" Now Stolas with a smirk. "Yes of cause my darling. But how might you intake the tea? Your hands are buried under a mountain of blankets, and they have to stay there until the ritual is completed." His smirk continuing to widen. "Now Pringles, this is where I will ask you to take a break. I want to thank you for the assistance. You can take the rest of the day off, thank you very much."

Now that Pringles was out of the door, Stolas continued with a blush on his cheeks. "Now Blitzy, what about I assist you in some mouth to mouth tea transfer? You said you were thirsty, yes?"

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Looking at Stolas, Blitz could do nothing but blush. He was not ready for what he just heard. Mouth to mouth drinking tea. Now that's a thing he hasn't tried before, and with Stolas being this assertive.

"Will you let me, Blitz?" Stolas said with a soft smile and a pink blush. This was uncharted territory. He could not mess this up. No. But to his surprise, Blitz nodding with affection, Stolas took a sip of tea, now cheek blushing bright red through the feathers. As he was closing the gap between their lips, he felt his heart rate go up, the warmth in his chest, legs getting weaker. But he continues. As they get closer and closer, he notices Blitz closing his eyes and preparing for the kiss.

They both feel a strange connection when their lips connect, and the warm tea flows from Stolas into Blitz. He could feel the flow of tea accelerate as Blitz started drinking. It was a weird feeling. And an oddly fuzzy feeling. You don't do this kinda stuff with one you don't trust. This requires very strong trust and affection to participate in such endeavors. Soft purrs escaping Blitz chests as well as quiet moans.

"Stolas, babe." He said with pleading eyes. "I'm very thirsty."

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They were both very neon pink once they tea drinking session had come to a close.

"Oh, darling, the results from the tests are done. I didn't even notice. Okay so what do we have here." As Stolas read through the scroll, Blitz couldn't help felling a lump in his throat start to form.

"Now Stolas, don't go shaking that bird pussy from eyein that scroll. I get it I get it. It's not everyone that can handle that much testosterone."

"Oh, sorry darling. Bur first off, it's called a cloaca. And I was just a tad too deep in my own thoughts as I was reading. There are some good news and some... slightly less good news. But still good nonetheless." In one swift motion, he scooped out Blitz from underneath the pile of blankets and started walking towards his personal quarters, with Blitz in his warm feathery embrace. "Now darling, I want to tell you the news, but I think a bath is in order first. We can't have you all sweaty and uncomfortable while we discuss."

'How am I gonna tell Blitzy? How am I gonna tell Blitzy? How am I gonna tell Blitzy?' He was thinking to himself. Overflowing with joy, as he was steeling himself to not let it show and ruin the surprise.

"I mean, cloaca, cloak asia, bird pussy, I can live with either or." Blitz laughed with a smile as he was being carried to the bathroom. Or well, since they're in a Goitian manor, it would be more appropriate to call it bath hall. Fuck, the whole of Blitz apartment could fit in there at least 4 times. One would be lying if it didn't intimidate Blitz more than he was comfortable with. But with Stolas being this forward and protecting, he could find comfort in the hold Stolas had on him.

"If calling my cloaca a 'bird pussy' makes you happy, then I guess I can make an exception." Stolas said while unbuttoning Blitz cloths. And while they were walking over to the bathtub, Blitz jumped down from Stolas embrace, much to his own dismay.

"Stolas, I knew the palace was fucking huge, but how the fuck do you keep surprising me with the size of the rooms? Like your bathroom is way bigger than my fucking apartment. And the cleaning of this place must not be cheap either." Blitz was still bewildered while he was talking. "And look at the fucking tub. Right here." He said pointing to his forehead. "Your bathtub is as tall as me. And I'm pretty bitchin tall for imp standards."

As Stolas was going into the bathtub, he couldn't help but look at Blitz, still standing on the ground, forehead barely over the edge of the tub. "Do you need some help getting in here?"

"Nah don't worry, I still got it in me from my circus days." Blitz exclaims while trying to jump into the tub, missing the edge and fall back down on the ground. Making a resonating 'Oompff' when he hit the floor.

After a few awkward moments, he stands up, looks Stolas in the eyes, and raises his hands towards the tall, lanky bird. "Here." He says, while waving his hands. Ready to be picked up. Giving Stolas' heart a squeeze.

"Of cause darling. Let me help you." Lifting Blitz into his now wet, soft embrace. Chest to chest, he can't help his hear rate going up. Both can't help it. "OH. I'm terribly sorry Blitz." Stolas jolted himself out of the embrace they shared. "Bad habits die hard, haha." He tried to calm himself with a laugh.

"Sorry for what?"

"I've been.. I know that... You know..." At a loss for words. he tried to explain that he has been way too forward and bash towards Blitz. Even after their tearful talking in the light of the last full moon, he had promised to respect Blitz boundaries, and handle him with patience. Since Blitz wasn't the best at handling his own feelings, and how he viewed himself as an imp.

"I've been way to forward with you here today. Scooping you up in my embrace. Holding you while walking. I know how you see yourself, and me holding you must feel demeaning. And I realized that a little too late today. And for that, I'm sorry." Stolas now with a frown, looked over to Blitz, who by all means should be angry. But instead, looking down into the water, fidgeting with his hands. Both waiting for an answer.

After what seems like forever, Blitz finally breaks his silence. "ILikeItWhenYouCallMeBlitzyAndHoldMeLikeAPrincessOKAY." Huh?

Huh?

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"I... I'm sorry, could you repeat that? I'm not sure I heard it, and with the echo in here, it's a bit difficult to understand." Stolas had a small hunch of what he said. Being a Goitia doesn't only give you power, fame and fortune, but also heightened senses of all manner.

"I LIKE WHEN YOU CALL ME BLITZY OK." He yelled, feeling too anxious for normal talk. Man he was not good at feelings.

"And you make the best tea. I FUCKING love the tea you make. How each and every time it's something different. Never anything bland. But still. It's just fucking water and leaves. I don't get how you make them so good. And every time I drink it, my heart starts to race." He continued, now with a bit more control over his voice. Now laying it all on the table. He might as well just rip the bandage of like he rip-starts a lawnmower.

"And I can't get enough when you lift me up and hold me so tight that we might as well be seen as one person. OK? It makes me happy. That you actually want me, of all demons. Out of everyone here, it's me that gets to be held and held, and be cared for. And why? I'm a fucking asshole and I'm sorry that you have to put up with me. But I love the side you shoved me today. Showed that you care. Taking control. Being on top." And with that, Blitz laid all of his feelings onto the table. He said it. He fucking said it and now it can't be unsaid. Feeling too embarrassed, he quickly grabbed the edge of the tub and tried to make his escape.

And he would almost have made it out before Stolas yanked him back. Falling onto Stolas. With his face planted deep into the beating, soft feathery chest of Stolas. "Shh."

"Don't talk down to yourself like that. You know better than that. I love you, and I will not let you talk like that to the one I love. I won't let you talk yourself down. Ok? Please, breath for a moment and let me take care for you. Can you do that for me Blitzy? Do you want me to care for you? May I care for you?"

With a few moments passed, all Blitz managed to whisper was a small, but soft and determined "Yeah."

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After what felt like forever, Blitz detached himself from Stolas loving embrace. Soggy in the now cold water. And as he locked eyes with Stolas, a blush appeared on both men. "Beautiful" Blitz whispered, completely captivated by the prince.

"No you are the one who is beautiful, my darling." He replied with a sheepish smile.

"Let's get out of the water, I don't got fucking feathers to keep me warm." With that, Stolas grabbed Blitz under his arms, lifted him over the edge and placed him on the mat. With a flick of his wrist, he conjured up his grimoire, opened it and handed it to Blitz. "Now darling, please hold the book while I conjure the spell. We don't want to be wet for the whole day." He said with a wink. And in the blink of an eye, a breeze started to form. Warm wind caressing their feathers and skin. And as more time went on, the warmer and stronger the wind became. "DING." A bell sounded, with the wind fading away almost instantaneously. "Ah, now on to the clothing." With their clothes now levitating trough the door, Blitz began to think it might not be so bad to learn how to use the grimoire.

Plus that might make Stolas more proud of him. And fuck, Stolas might even let him cuddle longer into the morning. Stolas warmth and the subtle fragrance of his preening oil was fucking addicting. Or well, mostly his warmth, but the oil did help

"So Stolas. Do... Do youuuu, uh, maybe think imps can use the grimoire also?" Blitz were asking while fidgeting with the buttons on his new shirt. 'Satan this is embarrassing.' He thought to himself. Asking for help without the other wanting anything in return. That he had a hard time getting used to.

"I don't know. I have never heard of any imps using the grimoire, or any Goetian spells or rituals, for that matter. I wouldn't think there is a reason for you to not be able to use it. Although there is quite a steep leaning curve if you've never used magic before. But if you're up for a challenge, I will happily teach you how to use it." Now beaming with a smile, Blitz wrapped his arms around the tall, slim prince, who let out a happy hoot in response.

"I'm always up for a challenge, pretty bird." He smirked with a still lingering blush.

After a long day of talking and just enjoying each others presence, they were making their way down the long, wide corridor of the palace.

"Stolas, I'm gonna ask a question here, and you don't have to answer, ok? I mean nothing bad with the question. Just wanted to ask. Do you ever feel small in this place? Alone? Because I sure as fuck do. All the fucking paintings on the walls, all looking down on whoever smuck is walking here. Just them, all the way up there, looking down as if we're nothing." Already starting to regret asking. "But again, it's just me being silly and not that smart. I'm still an imp, so that could have something to do with it. Yea. You really don't have to answer if you don't want." Blitz starting to really regret asking. He couldn't even look Stolas in the eyes after the question. He knew there were a huge gap in social standing, with imps being basically equal to rats. Although Stolas didn't see it like that, it was still an undeniable fact, that imps are regarded as the lowest of the low.

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A few moments passed while they were walking.

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"You're right. I've never really been good at making eye contact with people. Be it Goetia, Sins, imps or even Lucifer himself. Paintings are not demons, they are just paintings. Inanimate objects that can't hurt us. But why then, is it when I look the paintings in the eyes, I get the same feeling as if I look other demons in the eyes? It's a weird sensation. Dread is what I feel, I think. Small, tiny, microscopic even, in a world where you are just one pebble next to the other."

Blitz could not help but notice the sadness, shaking in Stolas' voice. "But it's not the worst I might add. It's bad if I just walk alone down the halls. But it's a completely different thing once I walk with someone I hold dear to my heart. You for example. Or Via."

"When I walk with you, I feel like I am someone who matters. And no one can tell me what or who I am. No one is looking down on me when I'm with you. Or well, that's how you make me feel. I know we might look a bit silly, qoocks maybe. Qoocks, what a silly word. I should use that more often." The mood lightened at one of Stolas' quirks. Saying a word he never used before, and gets hung up on said word. And honestly, that's one of the things Blitz really adore about him.

"Sorry for rambling. But it's true. It really is. I feel safe with you and Via. And trust me when I say this, Via trusts you, Blitz. She doesn't show it, but se was telling me one of your jokes earlier today." A small but wholesome smile grew on his lips. Those damn lips.

And soon after, they made it too Stolas' bedroom.

"Stolas. Thank you for today. It's honestly been a positive day for me. I might not show it, but I liked it." If Stolas didn't notice the hundreds of times Blitz blushed, he for sure would now. "I know we used to do this, but can I sleep here today? NOT HAVE SEX, okay?. Just, y'know. Sleep. And in the morning, I could maybe make you some breakfast. You up for it pretty bird?" He could not fuck up now. He wanted to show Stolas that he was not just some asshole that just does sex work and fucks off. He wanted Stolas so bad. He wanted to be his boyfriend, and this is the time to show it. Aint no pussy-ing out now.

Blitz could not get to think another word before Stolas scooped him up. "Darling, you had me at 'thank you'." The two love-birds now face to face, nose touching the others nose. "Come here. Let me get you tucked in. I know you don't like the cold, so I got you some more blankets and turned the floor heating up some more." He said while also getting into bed, giving Blitz a hug. As they were getting comfortable, Stolas started preening the base of Blitz horns and a low, steady rumble appeared. "You like this Blitzy?"

"Of cause I fucking do, it's you preening my horns. I know I don't have feathers, but I think I'm starting to pick up some of your body language. And this is my body language. When I'm close to you, I start purring. Like a cat, really. But don't tell Moxxie or Millie about this. Not one bit, okay?"

"Okay darling. Whatever you say."

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"Hey wait a fucking minute. What was it that you wanted to tell me, but we completely fucking forgot through the whole day? What was the result of the pregnancy test ritual?"

"Oh, OH yeah yeah. You're pregnant, Blitz. With twins."

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"Oh, OH yeah yeah. You're pregnant, Blitz. With twins." Stolas said in a tired, almost incoherent voice. "Go back to sleep Bliz, we talk in the morning, kay?" A tired smile formed on his lips.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN GO BACK TO SLEEP?" Blitz was now yelling. "You can't just fucking drop a bomb like that and tell me to fucking wait. TWINSSS????" He spoke in a high pitched voice. "You pumping me fat and telling me to just sleep and not worry about this shit?? Like who the fuck does that?"

Stolas now wide awake, staring into Blitz beautiful yellow eyes, at a loss for words yet again, could only think of one word. 'Fuck.'

"Like seriously, last time we fucked was a month and some weeks ago. And now you're telling me I'm PREGNANT?? I got TWO lumps of meat in my stomach and you're telling it me NOW OF ALL TIMES???" If Blitz had hair, he would have pulled them out by now. The day had been going pretty fucking awesome until now. Blitz had been afraid of fucking up at any point doing the day, and now here he is, yelling at the love of his life.

"Oh fuck. Stolas please, I'm sorry I'm sorry, ok. I didn't mean to yell. Oh shit please don't cry Stolas I'm really sorry for screaming." Now Blitz was trying to comfort Stolas. And unbeknownst to Blitz, the fact that Stolas had completely forgotten all about the twins for the whole day, and told him about it while sleep talking. Not only was this extremely embarrassing for Stolas, it was an emotional slap in the face to Blitz. He so wanted to make this the most special day for Blitz. A day he would only look back on with fond memories. And he had ruined it for the both of them.

"No no, I'm the one who should apologize, Blitz. I'm so incredibly sorry you had to find out like this. I wanted to make this special for you. For us." Stolas was saying. He just ruined the surprise. "But yes. You have two fetuses inside you. I don't know their gender, but there is two." Still with tears in his eyes, Blitz wrapped his arms around Stolas.

With Blitz warmth and his heartbeat, Stolas was finding a calming peace spreading from his chest. "Hush now pretty bird. It's fine. As long as you're fine, I'm fine, okay? Just breath. Do you know if the twins are okay? Like there is nothing wrong, right?"

"They are fine." He whispered. "They are normal with no abnormalities or the like." Still finding it hard to talk, Stolas tightened his arms around Blitz waist.

"That's all I needed to know, babe. Now, why don't we worry about this tomorrow when we both wake up. As long as the kids are good, I'm good. And so are you." With what seemed like an instant, they both fell limp in each others hold. Leaning into the warmth of another.

It was now morning. The two men still holding on to each other as if their life depended on it. "BEEP BEEP BEEP" *SMACK*

"Ahhhh fuck. I fucking forgot it's Sunday today. Fucking alarm in the morning shit. Oh well. Good morning pretty bird." He said with a kiss on the forehead. "Slept well?"

"Oh hey darling. Yes, I did indeed sleep quite well. And after you started kissing me in your sleep, that's when I began to drift off." He said with a smirk, while nuzzling Blitz' nose.

"Give me 5 minutes minutes before I go up, ok? I haven't hugged you enough. Plus you're preening oil smells fucking amazing. The taste is also fine." He said while nibbling on one of Stolas feathers.

"Darling, I love your humor, but you're not supposed to eat my feathers." But that didn't deter him. "I'm starting to get hungry, come here Blitzy. Let us get some breakfast." And in one swift motion, Stolas picked up his Blitzy from underneath the blankets. Walking down the halls in nothing but a pajama and an extremely beautiful imp in his embrace. "Don't worry darling, I sent everyone on a paid vacation. There is no peering eyes on us today."

"Today is all about us babe? Y'know what, Imma make some real breakfast for you today. No soggy cereal today. It's gonna be pancakes."

"Oh what a lovely idea darling. I think I have an idea in mind for you then. What if we made breakfast for each other perhaps?" Oh Satan, please don't let Stolas cook.

"Yeah, haha. Sounds like a great idea." Blitz said. 'NO. Stolas please. God, please don't do this to me. You know it's bad, big G above, if I, an imp, prays to you. Please please. We both know how "well" last time went.' Blitz thought to himself

Blitz started feeling a looming wave of dread washing over him. 'No. Stop it Blitz. Stolas is doing this for you. And you're doing for him. Now, man up and make the fucking satan damn breakfast he'd ever had in his fucking life. You got that.'

Blitz now with fast determination in his eyes, motioned Stolas to put him down.

"Ok babe. I hope you're ready for the motherfucking best pancakes." Nothing is gonna slow him down. Stolas responding with a beaming smile.

"But no looking ok."

Sometimes. Being small does have it's merits. You can easily pull out stuff from the lower drawers.

Sometimes. Being small does have it's downsides. You can't easily pull out stuff from the higher cabinets. And such was the issues the two love-birds ran into. "Stolas, do you know where you're butler keep his step-stool? I can't reach into the cabinet up there." Blitz gaze being met by a blank stare from Stolas.

"I'm actually not sure. I never felt the need to ask, since he always did a good job."

"Babe, you remember I worked for a circus, yes?" Blitz, with a blush on his cheeks while Stolas nodded at his question.

"Ok, so. I'm gonna show you a circus trick we used to do a lot, back then." He motioned for Stolas to fold out his hands.

"I will do a hand stand in your hands, ok. And each time I count down, you will lower me a bit, then lift me up a bit. We will repeat that 3 times, and when I yell 'now', you will lift me as far up as possible, ok?" Stolas nodded furiously at the question. Unbeknownst to Blitz, Stolas was in an absolute trance at the idea of doing circus tricks. "And when you do that, I will release my grip, do a half roll, and land in your hands with my hooves. Once I do that, I can easily grab what I need." Stolas now 100% locked in, feeling the weight of Blitz body in his hands. How could such a strong imp weight so little?

"1"

"2"

"3"

"NOW" And with that, Stolas threw Blitz as high as he could. And to his surprise, he landed hooves first in Stolas' hands. "You're fucking awesome Stols. I knew you got a circus imp in you. Now could you move me closer to the cabinet?" Stolas, steadfast in a trance, moving at any call from Blitz. Stolas, intrigued by the event, starts putting more force in his left hand, then his right hand. Moving them at odd angels. Experimenting with Blitz as his main subject. It didn't help his concentration that he could look right up Blitz butt. What really really didn't help was that, with every little movement Stolas did, Blitz cheeks would jiggle a bit.

The bigger and slower the motion Stolas did, the bigger but slower, the jiggle. The smaller but faster motion he did, the smaller but quicker, the jiggles. Stolas still in a never ending positive feedback loop. The more jiggle from Blitz butt, the more he wanted to jiggle them. Butt unbeknownst to Stolas, Blitz was acutely aware of the situation. I mean, think about it. Blitz already got all of the equipment he needed from the cabinet, 5 minutes ago. But he didn't have the heart to stop Stolas. Not when he were eyeing daggers into his butt. Butt alas, all good things must come to an end.

"Hey bird babe, do you smell burnt food?" In all honestly, there were no burnt food and it broke Blitz heart seeing Stolas no longer fixated on his butt.

"Fuck, sorry darling. I was... uuhh I was just making sure you didn't fall. Yes. We can't have that. Now let me tend to your breakfast. Remember, no peeking." With a smug grin on his face, he went back to prepare food for Blitz, while Blitz was preparing food for Stolas.

"DING DING." The timer on Stolas phone went off. "Blitz, darling. Are you ready"

"Fuck yea I am." He said while walking towards the table with the pancakes for Stolas.

"Darling, please close your eyes while I bring your food." A slight giggle left the beautiful bird as he was bringing the plate.

Now for the moment of truth. What evil concoction has Stolas been whipping up in the kitchen? Is it burnt eggs? Soggy cereal? No, it's...

"Rats..." Blitz said with as enthusiastic voice as he could muster.

"I mean, RATS, YESS. Thanks Stolas, haha." Now a little bit more enthusiastic, but still. How enthusiastic can one be about eating rats for breakfast.

"Now darling, I know I'm no master chef, but what I am quite confident in, is my deep fried rats. It's more difficult than one would imagine. You have to prepare the rats first. Precook them first, prepare the batter, taste testing. Balancing the water content. And I could go on and on about it. Why don't we dig in?"

'Ok Blitz. You got this. You can't make this situation more fucked than it already is.'

*CRUNCH*

"Am... Am I supposed to bite into the bones also?" Said a bewildered Blitz.

"OHHH. I completely forgot about that. I usually just swallow them whole. Next time, I'll remove the bones."

"Nah babe, watch this." Feeling a challenge, Blitz did the only logical thing. Placing the whole rat on his tongue, closing his mouth around the end of the rat. Now looking Stolas in the eyes, his cheeks began bulging inwards. Until but a moment, a one fell swoop, the rat was lounged down Blitz bulging throat. Landing firmly in his stomach.

Blitz, out of breath mustered up a question. "How's them pancakes, babe?"

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After the breakfast, they made it to one of the many living rooms, with Blitz still in Stolas embrace. A thought has been living in Blitz mind from when they went to sleep the night before. 'Is Stolas aware of our difference in status?' He thought to himself. Like, ok, he knew they're different. He's a Goitia, Blitz's an imp. But that's not all. There is also social status. He's a fucking Goitia. The third highest ranking demon race. And a prince at that. And here we have Blitz. An imp. The absolute lowest class, total. They are seen as nothing more than a nuisance. A pebble.

So low in social ranking that some Goitias buy imps to put in their purse, or to wear around their neck. A social status. And that was Blitz biggest worry. He loves Stolas to death, but sometimes, he can be a very oblivious to his surrounding.

"So, you got anything to do today babe?" Why can't Blitz ask about status? All he wanted to know was, how they should handle status between them and their to-be children? How would he behave once the children are out? Would Blitz be cast aside? Would they need to hide? What will happen, once the children are out?

"Hhmm. All I can think of is taking some good care of you. And also welcome Via back."

After Stolas laid down on the way too big sofa, Blitz came crawling up on him. Starting from the legs, and slowly crawling up until head bumping Stolas.

"I love you, you know?"

"Of cause I do, darling. Is there anything bothering you? You don't have to rush things, just start slow, ok?" Stolas was going slow for Blitz sake, since he'd been vocalizing his emotions more and more lately. A very welcoming change. Stolas never had problems talking from the heart, but one thing he frequently forgets, is that Blitz have had a very different upbringing. And for once, he was going slow for the one he loves, not wanting Blitz to leave again.

A small lump started to for form in Blitz throat. What Blitz next words were going to be, he had no idea how Stolas would handle them. But fuck it, they booth needed to know.

"Ok, sooo... Y'know... Fuck but like... Fuck fuck."

"Ok Stolas. You're a Goitia. I'm an imp. I'm worried, ok? You might not think this is a very big difference in terms of what type of demon we are, but you have only seen it from your perspective. Not mine, or from the perspective of imp in general. What the fuck will happen to the little ones, once they're out?? Do you know how fucking bad imps are treated by fucking EVERYONE??? I only got my apartment because the landlord was out of office and didn't know I was an imp. Plus it took some very creative blackmailing to even get the contract. And we're only two imp in the whole Satan damn fucking apartment complex. TWO!!!"

A few awkward moments passes before Stolas spoke. "Do.. Do you not trust me?"

"I do trust you. I just want you to try and look at this whole thing from my point of view. A circus imp full of burn marks, that, by the way, can barely write. Fuck, I can't even fucking write."

"So, since you're so worried about this, what do you propose then?" A sassy Stolas asked.

"What about a challenge? I've seen you transform into a human. Why not transform into an imp, and try to live as an imp for a week. Maybe two? You can live in my apartment with me, and also work at I.M.P while you're an imp. And just try and explore a bit?"

"Fine. I don't see any problem what so ever. I even think this is going to be much easier than you make it out to be." What could go wrong? Stolas were a Goitian for Satans sake. He knows perfectly well of every minute detail of this hellish society and how to interact with all demons alike.

"Fucking awesome. Ok so, if you can't complete being an imp for two weeks, I win. But if you can, you win. And if I win, you will have to get a dick. Use one of those spells you have to create a giant cock, and fuck me until I forget my own name. Got it?"

Stolas, now at a loss for words, could only nod.

"And should I win, I will have you learn how to read, write and how to do math."

"Ugh, math, really? Fine fine, whatever. Deal."

"Deal."

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They made their way into Stolas study, Blitz still in the feathery embrace, being held by Stolas.

"Okay darling. If we're going to do this, we will need to have a few rules in place. Personally, I only need to be able to transform back into a Goitia, if it's an emergency on my side, or anything befalls Octavia. If you can promise me this, then I'm ready to perform the spell."

"I only have two rules. No using Goitian money and no going into Lonnies room. That's it." As a parent, Stolas is very proud of Blitz.

"Alright, please hold the book Blitzy." And as soon Stolas opened up the book, a blue glow started to form underneath skin. Making his blood veins glow dimly. A wind started to pick up, rushing through the study. Flipping pages in the various open books through the room. The glow under his veins started getting brighter and brighter. Soon enveloping Stolas in a blinding blue glow. And in a flash, Stolas had transformed.

Now laying on the ground, Blitz ran up to him. "STOLAS. STOLAS WAKE UP?"

"Yeah, sorry. It's pretty difficult standing up when you no longer have feet, and now have hooves. Plus my horns were more heavy than I had thought. How do you even use your tail? It's way to sensitive and is tickling."

"Oh.. Ha. Hahahaha I thought the spell didn't work and you could move you're body NEVER SCARE ME AGAIN LIKE THAT." He was now eyeing Stolas. No longer in his avian owl form. "Beautiful. gorgeous even."

"I don't remember you having the word 'gorgeous' in your vocabulary, darling." He snorted.

"I'm learning how to read, ok? Like, I'm straight up word blind..."

"Illiterate, Blitzy."

"Yeah illiterate, and I thought, if we wanna be a thing, I should at least learn something." 'Don't tell him you would love to read for him. Don't fucking say it.' Blitz was telling himself. Satan he so wanted to also read some of Stolas romance books. He had so fucking many of them. This was one secret that must never come out. And never, n̶̠̈́ē̵̡v̵̗̽ḙ̷̓r̸̟̒  e̸͉͑v̴̢͠e̸̞͗r̵͇̚ to Moxxie. That's the only person who should never get to know that Blitz is a huge romantic fan.

"Stolas, a quick disclaimer. I think you're the most beautiful demon in all of hell. Owl or imp, I don't fucking care. No matter the body, you're the most fucking gorgeous demon." Stolas now blushing bright fucking pink. Creating a very pleasing contrast to his now red skin. Blitz would lie if he said that the sight didn't go straight to his dick.

Both now blushing. Blitz still eyeing Stolas new body. Very slender, one head lower than Blitz. Two horns slightly curving back. Long ears pointing downwards. Animal like legs and hooves. Absolutely stunning. Stolas was the first to break the silence.

"Okay okay. So. It's still quite early, so what do you say we start this whole thing. Do you have a plan for today?"

"I was thinking we could start with getting you used to your body." He held out his hand to the still sitting Stolas. "We start by walking. Then running. After that, jumping. Also getting used to your proportions. Oh oh yea, getting you some imp sized clothes." And as Stolas was re-learning how to walk again, he was looking very much forward to the challenge now.

"I'm just gonna say this babe, you're a natural talent."

"Wait, why the fuck do you have imp clothes in your closet?"

"Eehhh... You remember that doing our full moon passionate fornications, and you're clothes got quite dirty and I handed you some fresh new ones? I'm always prepared."

"Oh, ok. Then what about we get you set up in my apartment and buy some diner?" Blitz motioned to get to the car. And as they were making their way down the hallways, Stolas started developing a feeling he wasn't sure what was. Not something noticeable, just something small nagging at him a bit.

"You know, I think it might be more of a challenge as I thought. I can't even hold you while we're walking." Stolas now regretting the challenge. Walking was still difficult, so there were no way in hell he could carry Blitz.

As they made their way into the grocery story, Stolas could start appreciating that he had staff to do his shopping for him. Not that he would tell Blitz. He still needed to win this challenge of cause. The store was way too cramped for Stolas liking. Everything were too close together. Not enough space for the shopping carts. "Now Stolas, remember what we talked about. You're name is Sebastian, you're our new hire at I.M.P, and for everything unholy, do not bump into anyone. We don't want to have to escape with sinners running after us." Almost as if he had experience with that before. "Fuck, brb babe gonna run. Only one packet of cigs left." Blitz yelled after he began running like mad.

Now that Stolas had lost sight of his chaotic imp, he began to roam around the store. He wasn't given a budget or even a list of items to buy, so he just picked whatever sounded good for diner. 'Wow, I have no idea why Blitz say it's expensive to live here. The prices are super cheap. 10 hellbucks for burger buns. 15 for a loaf of bread.' Stolas now filling the shopping cart. He was gonna treat Blitz to a fine diner. And cheap one at that. Or so he thought.

"Blitz, I have no idea why you say this is expensive. Just look at the prizes." Stolas said now that Blitz came back. "What are you on about? I can barely fucking afford the bread."

"I just really wanted to treat you tonight." Stolas now with the puppy eyes. Even in his imp form, Blitz couldn't say anything again him. "Fuck. Ok you know what. Let's have some fun." And in an instant, Blitz picked an oil bottle, threw it towards the biggest sinner he could find. Resulting in the sinner now being drenched in oil and very pissed. "WHO THREW THAT?"

"IT WAS THE STORE CLERK OVER THERE." Blitz pointing to an unfortunate victim.

"RUN SEBASTIAN." He yelled to Stolas, who almost by instinct started running while pushing the shopping cart. As the sinner started attacking the unfortunate store clerk, more and more hellborn started joining the fight.

And as soon as they made it to the downbeat van, Blitz opened the back doors and threw the whole shopping cart into the van.

"let's get the fuck home." Stolas sat in the passenger seat. Taken aback at how the love of his life just attacked a sinner, instigated a riot, got an innocent hellborn into the fight and shoplifted a whole fucking shopping cart full of food. He gotta be honest, never in a million years would he expect to experience this. This thrill of uncertainty and danger. And Blitsy. His knight in shining armor.

"Ok, if you weren't so handsome back there, I would have given you a stern talk about morality and shit. But holy fuck was that something." Stolas hooted at the experience.

"Just.. let's do this normally next time, ok?" He pleased to Blitz.

"I promise this is not an everyday thingy. But we really gotta talk about your sense of worth. Shit's expensive as fuck. My monthly salary barely covers rent. So don't fault me for "borrowing" some meat for Loona. Plus I think you having access to basically everything might cloud your sense of worth."

"Ok, you might be on to something. But I wouldn't say it's thaaaat bad."

"It really is babe. How long do you think a normal working everyday imp gotta save up to buy a cheap ass phone??? 5 months. Fucking 5 months. I'm basically fucking rich compared to a lot of other imps." Stolas began feeling pretty bad at the last sentence. 5 months. He could definitely feel Blitz being disappointment in him.

Stolas is going to make it up to him, 100%.

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It was close to noon, and Stolas was preparing dinner. They had made it safely to Blitz apartment. And much to Stolas surprise, it was way more run down than he initially thought. Just the entrance to the complex was enough to know, he had nothing to complain about at the palace. The front doors to the complex were painted over with shitty stencils. Not even a good color at that. The handles and lock were missing, so you could just push the door open without a key. Stolas was adamant they took the elevator up, because there is no way they're going to lift the still stolen shopping cart up the stairs.

"Ok, if you insist babe. The apartment is on 4th floor. Just press the button and we'll be on our way."

"Excellent darling." He exclamation while pressing the button. And nothing happened. No sound, no visuals. No nothing. He waited. And he waited. Yet still nothing happened.

A smirking Blitz put a hand on the shopping cart and started pushing it towards the stairs.

"I'm gonna lift in the front, you take the back."

"Push Stolas, we're almost there. Just one more story and you'll get to treat me today, as you promised."

"Fuckkk." Stolas completely out of breath, barely able to move his hooves, could do nothing but swear. And Blitz were telling him there were one more story?? Oh fucking Satan. He didn't even notice the multiple bullet holes in the wall or the cracking paint or the black mold in the corners of the stairs. "You got it Stolas. Just push and we can take a shower after. You look like you need it :þ"

'Ppfff, I must look like such a fool like this.' He muttered to himself. A bath would be lovely, he thought as he put his entire back into lifting the cart full of food.

"Looney's gotta love this." Blitz laughed. They were making their way down the hall, Stolas still sweating buckets, now noticing the state of the complex. A few suspicious dark patches here and there, some hanging wires, a single buzzing light in the middle of the hallway, and of cause, the classic black mold. When this challenge is over, Stolas is definitely going to ask Blitz to stay at the palace.

"Home sweet home." The boys now in the apartment. "This is Looneys room. D̸̪͓̏ǒ̴̪̳n̴̤̅̍'̷͙̌t̶̫̆ ̵͙̔͠ ġ̵̙ŏ̶̮̓ ̶͍̈́̀  ĩ̸̳̦̒n̶̦̣͐ ̵͉̹̉͘  ṫ̷͇͕h̶̢̤̕e̵ṙ̵̯͍ẹ̷͈̈̕. He warned. This is kitchen. It's a bit cramped, but I think it's fine for the three of us." As they were making their way into the bathroom, Stolas couldn't help but notice all of the horn and hoof care products. A filing set with different grits, reusable sandpaper and the cheapest looking wood finish oil. He couldn't help but hoot at that. Or well now, it was more of a chuckle than a hoot.

"Why come you never bring your care products over on our meetings? You seem to be well fitted out."

"Weeellll, I never really use them that much. It's usually Moxxie that takes care of my hooves and horns. He told me that the way they look is in no shape for costumers, so he usually shines them up and files my hooves."

"Oh, you certainly got some great employees." He were definitely going to ask Moxxie for tips on cleaning hooves. Blitz were not getting away from Stolas cleaning.

"Oh fuck yeah I do. They're the Satan damn best I could ask for. Especially Moxxie. Without him, I.M.P wouldn't be a thing. He's also out employee of the month ever since I started I.M.P. I think you'll abso-fucking-lutely love him. In more ways than one wink wink"

"Darling, if you mean romantically, I love only you, and you know that, right?"

"I didn't mean it like that. But you'll see tomorrow." With that said, Stolas made it to the kitchen and started unpacking the shopping cart. He wouldn't admit it out loud, but the fridge was close to very filthy. A miracle that Blitz was still alive at this point.

"I'm gonna take a bath, Stolas. Now remember, egg shells don't belong in any kind of food, and there is a half empty fire extinguisher under the sink."

"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU??" A very angry Loona were growling in the door frame. Which gave Stolas a giant scare, dropping a plate on the floor.

"It's me Stolas."

"NO THE FUCK YOU AINT. STOLAS IS A BIRD, NOT AN IMP. GET OUT OR I RIP OUT YOUR THROAT."

"NO NO I SWEAR I'M STOLAS." Now with tears forming under the eyes. Bringing memories back from Stella yelling.

"LOONA STOP" A Blitz yelled. Quickly getting between Loona and Stolas. "Loona, this is Stolas, he used a spell earlier to transform into an imp."

"No way. Aint no way you're telling me a Goitia would transform into an imp. Be realistic. A Goitia. Transforming into the lowest fucking class there is, together with hellhounds. I betcha he would rather starve than tranform into an imp. HE'S A GOITIA."

"Wow ok that actually kinda hurt." Stolas pointed to Loona. "Loona, Stolas is not like the others and you know it. If he hated imps so fucking much, why would he make this whole grimoire lending into a monthly "pluming" session, huh?"

"First off, ew. And second, then prove it "Stolas." Tell us something only Stolas know. What does Stolas love so much about Blitz?" Ok this were beginning to get awkward. Saying that to someone else, while being in front of the love of your life. Yikes.

"Ok, but don't tell me I didn't warn you. My favorite part of Blitz is how treats me. In his eyes, I'm just a normal demon. No Goitia shit, no royalties. None of that. Second, he's very, very good to me. Especially doing our nights of passionate fornications. His slow, tender exploration from head, to my chin, being caressed. Towards soft kisses against my lips. His very creative nuzzling towards my inner thighs as he uncovers my cloa..."

"OK THAT'S ENOUGH STOLAS. I BELIEVE YOU OK. You don't have to talk about that." Loona shouted. "And sorry for yelling, I'm not happy with strangers in the apartment. And it would have been very welcome if Blitz had just as much texted me." She gave a side look towards Blitz.

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"Sorry Loony-Toony. Won't happen again." Blitz said while trying to hug her.

"Ok ok fine. As long as you promise. I'll be in my room if you need anything. And Stolas?" With deeply sunken eyes, she looked at the now imp in question. "D̸̪͓̏ǒ̴̪̳n̴̤̅̍'̷͙̌t̶̫̆ ̵͙̔͠ ġ̵̙ŏ̶̮̓ ̶͍̈́̀  ĩ̸̳̦̒n̶̦̣͐ ̵͉̹̉͘  h̶̢̤̕e̵ṙ̵̯͍ẹ̷͈̈̕." She said as a very non-discrete warning. Blood lust oozing from every word.

Stolas now backing up. "I get it I get it. It's your room. I'll just sleep together with Blitzy, don't worry."

"And definitely no sex while I'm here. I can smell it. And Blitz, you should 100% teach Stolas how to keep it to himself, he's leaking. And it's pre-cum. And why are you looking at me like that, Stolas?. I'm a hellhound. I've been to way too many parties to know how it smells." Now completely glowing neon red, Stolas took a look at Blitz, who could do nothing but laugh at the whole situation.

"Cya Loona. Dinner is ready in an hour." Blitz said, pulling Stolas towards the bathroom.

"Ok Stolas, off with your pants." Blitz said while pulling Stolas pants down.

Huh?

"When did you have a such huge cock, babe?" Blitz now bewildered with Stolas new "Attachment."

"I wasn't even aware the spell would create one. But then again, I AM male, so the spell might have just attached one, since imps don't have a cloaca, and males don't normally have vaginas."

"Ah, yea make sense I guess. Wait, what do you mean by normally?"

"I'll answer that with a question. How do you think you got pregnant, Blitzy?"

"How should I fucking know. Goitia magic maybe? Like this is hell, anything can happen."

"Exactly. Anything can happen. And it just so happens that about 50% of male imps has a secondary sex. Evolution is such an interesting topic. I read it on one of my books I have long neglected to read. 'The Imps Mating And Reproductions. Volume 2.'"

"..."

"I'm way too tired to understand this. Let's just get you cleaned." As Blitz were cleaning Stolas "rod", he explained how to maintain a healthy hygiene down there.

"Oh, and one last thing. You properly need to get used to having a cock, so in the mean time, you should put it in a sock. I know it sounds weird as fuck. Like super fucking embarrassing, but if your have hyper-sexuality like me, it's really fucking important to keep it down. So while you get used to it, wear the sock." He handed Stolas a purposes made sock with a strap. "Moxxie made this. The stores pretty much don't make these to fit ever size. So we should prolly also ask him to make you some." As embarrassed as Stolas was, he felt comfortable in knowing that Blitz understood, and also that he trusted Moxxie enough with this type of subject.

"Yes darling." He said, completely flustered. "Wait, is Moxxie also hyper-sexual?"

"Yep. Way more than me. He has to wear these ALL of the time. And trust me, I've seen him do wild shit with Millie. So I really trust him."

"Thanks for diner, Stolas. I thought you couldn't cook." Loona now talking to Stolas.

"Yeah, me too. But Blitz was a huge help. I'm still learning, of cause. But I had no need for the fire extinguisher... this time."

They were cleaning the plates, Blitz couldn't help but grin. Taking side looks at Stolas, being so concentrated on cleaning.

"What's up darling?"

"You've done really great today, pretty bird. So what do you say we hit the sack?"

"Yes please. I'm getting oh quite so tired." Making their way to the sofa, Stolas couldn't help but ask. "So Blitzy, where is you're room? I see Loona having her own, but what about you?" Blitz got quiet. Frantically looking around, fidgeting with his hands in his pockets.

"Darling, please. I will not get mad."

"My bedroom... You're kinda already standing in it. That's the only reason I have enough money to rent this apartment. It's a two room apartment. And the living room is also my bedroom."

"You know you could just ask me and I would have prepared the palace for you and Loona, right?"

"Yeahhh I know. It's... You know. We only started to really talk two weeks ago. Like actually talk. No arrangement to cloud out judgement. You know. Two weeks to just try to understand each other. It takes time to get comfortable. And get used to each other all of the time, also takes time. So please don't fault me for not being completely ready yet. Please." Blitz said, anxiety in his voice.

"Only if you promise me to sleep in the same bed, darling."

"Sofa. I only have a sofa. So it's gonna be a bit cramped."

"Deal." Stolas said.

And with that, they made it to the sofa. Blitz laying on his back, horns over the armrest. Stolas climbing on top of Blitz. Head underneath his chin, listening to his heartbeat. Blitz pulling a horse blanket over the two of them. 'This is wonderful.' Stolas thought.

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Do you wake up earlier when you sleep with the love of your life? That's the question that's now floating around in Stolas head. He's completely awake in the run down apartment. Paint still peeling from the walls. But for Stolas, the could keep peeling. As long as he could stay with Blitz like this. Stolas head nuzzled deep into Blitz embrace. Stolas now understood why Blitz was content on being the one getting embraced. This feels like fucking heaven.

He was well aware that imps were cold-blooded, so staying warm was key. And his adoration for his Blitzy would keep him warm for a lifetime. Hot, he might even agree. As he laid bare, skin on skin, Blitz slow and steady breathing were Stolas' anchor to not immediately do all sorts of his passionate fantasies right this moment. He must stay strong.

"BEEEP BEEEP" Blitz phone now getting into a screaming match with itself. Stolas quickly picked it up and swiped away the alarm. Heart now racing, and anger boiling. How dare the alarm disturb his snuggle time with his Blitzy. But most to his surprise, Blitz heart still slow and steady. The time was 06:30. Huh? Stolas is usually a night owl, so why is he so awake? Waking before the alarm. Feeling oddly refreshed. Looking at Blitz phone again, he noticed a long list of alarms. One every 5 minutes for at least 30 minutes total.

'Fuck it, I will just have to wake him up myself.' Stolas thought to himself, feeling romantic. He looked up, looking into the lower part to Blitz jaw, moved closer and closer. Placing a soft kiss and a blush appear. Continuing to move further up, placing small kisses as he makes his way to Blitz forehead, placing a kiss on the heart shaped mark.

"Mhm. Bir... Not ther..." He could hear Blitz mumble. "Babe..." As Blitz started to open his eyes, Stolas placed a passionately soft kiss on his mouth. Releasing a small moan as Blitz pulled him closer.

"I could get used to this." Blitz pulled away to look at Stolas, still on top of him, with the horse blanket still around them, doing his best to burn the image into his memory. "I love you Stolas."

"Darling, you can't just say that so early." Stolas now with a blooming blush. Wearing his feelings on his face. "What about some breakfast? I'm quite hungry and I'm looking very much forward to officially meet your employees."

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The rest of the morning were relatively relaxed. Everything from Blitz waking up Loona, to Stolas making coffee for Blitz, to hearing the neighbors screaming match. Reality started hitting Stolas when they were driving towards Moxxie and Millies apartment. Looking out of the window, he began to notice the state of decay in Imp City. Cracked walkways, trash filled alleyways and off-rhythm blinking street lights. Plus the homeless imps here and there.

Blitz pulled up to two stylish imps. One male with white, styled hair and a delightful formal wear. Next stood a street-clothed, relaxed female imp, beanie containing most of her hair, holding the others hand.

"Good morning sir." Moxxie, always respectful. Something Stolas could appreciate. "And who might you be?" Moxxie now stretching out his hand to Stolas, in which he shook. "I presume Blitz haven't told you yet?" A dumbfounded expression landed on Millie, as she looked over to Blitz. "Well we do now." She said.

"Uuhhh... What about we point fingers on who forgot to tell who when we get to the office, aight?"

The drive to the office was pretty uneventful. Mostly Loona checking her phone, while Moxxie were inspecting all of the guns in the van, plus the hidden guns too.

"That's... Certainly the big amount of weapons you guys have here." Stolas said with a curious tint.

"You can never be too prepared, your highness. I have prepared basically every gun for every type of scenario. This 50 BMG should we run into a disgruntled overlord. Not that it would matter much, just give us some time to escape. A few claymores under your seat if we need to do some crowd control. I personally like to also carry a few guns on my person. At least 10 hand pistols, 3 hand grenades, an emergency axe for Millie if her axe gets lost, a pocket rocket launcher, a zip-lock bag of napalm and a few miscellaneous throwing knives."

"Moxxie, we all know how much you can hide in your jacket, no need to flex." A friendly jab from Blitz.

"Moxxie, if I may, how do you hide all of that? I mean, you're as slender as can be, but I can't see even the slightest hint of a weapon, nor even an outline. Upmost impressive I must say. I certainly see why Blitz told about you being the repeat employee of the month." A bewildered Stolas said.

Moxxie now with a blush looking at Blitz, who couldn't find it in himself to not blush.

"Okayyyy, we got a long day ahead of us, and we should prolly start to prepare for costumers."

When they entered, Stolas was hit with a flashback of the first time he'd been here. He wanted Stella dead. She had hurt Octavia by proxy of his assassination. Stella had hired Striker to assassinate him at Octavias 18 years birthday. But by almost divine will, Octavia had moved in line of sight the moment Striker pulled the trigger, and hit her in the arm with a holy bullet. Striker fled the scene immediately, and removed all contact from Stella and her brother. He wanted nothing to do with these guys anymore, since he knows first hand just what creative thing Stolas could do to his daughters almost accidental assassin.

Stella on the other hand, oh boy where do we begin. She was being distanced by every single Goitia that knew of her assassination attempts, including but not limited to, her brother. Having almost fled to a safe hour in the human realm, I.M.P had found her. And long story short, they were paid to enact some pretty... interesting scenarios with her, to say the least. But lets not dwell on the past.

The I.M.P office was rather clean, really. Probably the work of Moxxie. A few desk plants here, a few cracks in the wall there. Nothing to complain about. "Oh my Satan. Blitzy..." Stolas let out. "You kept the lemon plant I gave you??" Now looking at the rather tall lemon plant in Blitz' office. He remembered back to when they were children, and had given Blitz a few seeds of his favorite lemon trees. A sentiment visibly shared by Blitz.

"Of cause I did, pretty bird."

"Blitz, we got a sinner." Yelled Loona, as a lanky, tall, white fur covered, pink and black eye colored spider looking sinner walks in.

"ANGEL DUST!!!" Moxxie and Millie yelled in unison as they jumped up to hug him.

"What ya' doin' here? You died like, what, 200 years ago or somethn'? Why order an assassination now?" Now Millie asked.

"This is not a kill for me, but one of my friends wanted someone dead. And they're pretty shy. Like a lot. So I'm here in her stead. Plus I also needed Moxxie to make me some new clothes since Val tore up my favorite."

"Wait, who' that over there?" Angel pointed to Stolas.

"Oh, this is Sto..."

"Sebastian. Our new intern. He's pretty new to this." Blitz cut off Moxxie.

"Ah, well I guess business is booming then." Angel smiled at Blitz.

"You got any details on the target?" Blitz asked, as they made their way to his office.

A few tens of minutes, they made it out of the office, Blitz now with quite the long list of details about the target. "We'll get this sorted out, and if there is any more sinners today with a target in the same city, we'll get them today." Blitz told Angel. It's a new policy they're trying. Pooling together targets to lower the time to kill each target, since they're in the same city. Plus also an express same-day kill for an increased payment.

"Mind if I borrow Moxxie a bit? Kinda need thos' cloths' soon. I got extra cash."

Blitz looking at Stolas and remembered back to yesterday. About Stolas needed extra "designed-to-fit special" clothes.

"Yea, only if you take Sebastian with you. He needs some "designed-to-fit special" clothes also."

Blitz now pulling Moxxie closer to whisper not to fuck this up. "Stolas is undercover, ok? It's kinda like a challenge I gave him. Just call him Sebastian, aight? Just act like his an intern and you don't know him very much." To that Moxxie nodded and waved goodbye as the three of them made it to the company van. Moxxie needing an extra pillow to see over the steering wheel.

They made it to Moxxie and Millies apartment. And on the way up the stair case, he noticed how surprisingly nice the complex looked. No mold, no cracks, only one bullet hole and no flickering lights. A rather stark contrast to Blitz' apartment.

"Angel, you didn't gain any weight, right? I can still use the measurements from last time, yes?"

"Hey, I'll have you know am on strict diet. I don get fat."

"Alright alright."

As Moxxie was preparing his sewing machine, Stolas began looking around. Inspecting the furniture, walking over to the shelves, to the TV, and lastly, to the vinyl player. He got it. It finally made sense what Blitz meant with Stolas would love Moxxie. Stolas is just as big Phantom of The Opera fan as Moxxie is. Fuck, Moxxie even has the limited signed edition of the first album. Not even Stolas could get his hands on that.

"OH MY SATAN. Moxxie, you also got the SECOND EDITION???" Stolas now completely enamored. Slight blush on his cheeks as he had to keep himself in check and hold himself together. 'No outbursts Stolas. That is unbecoming of a prince.' He told himself.

A wide smile grew on Moxxie, as he found common ground between the prince and himself. Now done with Angels clothes, he asks Stolas about custom fit clothes.

To that, Stolas can only blush. "Blitz told me that you made him some.. hhmm. how to say this? Special fit clothes." He looked at Moxxie with pleading eyes. Please don't let me say it.

Moxxie instantly picking up what Stolas meant, let out a small chuckle. "Don't worry Sebastian. No need to be embarrassed, we're all at gay in here and you know it. This is the only subject we don't joke about."

Angel also chimed in. "Yea bro. Like, I'm a fuckin' porn star. I see at least 100 dicks a day. On a fuckin' Monday no less."

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"Ok, Moxxie, could you sew me a custom fit c.. coc... FUCK. Special purpose made custom fit undergarments?"

"See? That's all you had to say. Moxxie, I already know his size." Angel, now with a wide grin told Moxxie.

"Wait what? How do you know?" Stolas now wondering. Angel is a porn star, yes, but still. That doesn't make sense. His nether regions are covered by multiple layers of cloth.

"Honey, I've been a porn star for the last 200 years and I got eight eyes. I'm what we in the bizz call a natural talent."

"Done. Here you go." Moxxie now done with the clothes while Stolas and Angel was talking. Proudly showing it off to the group. Stolas neon red blushing face looking at Angel as he picked it up to inspect. "Fuckin wild quality as always Mox." Angel assured.

"You wanna try it out?" Moxxie looking at Stolas. And before he could answer, both men were holding him down. Angel pulling down Stolas pants, noticed that he already had a cock-sock on. "Wait a minute, you already have one?"

"Th..tth. this' Blitz'." Stolas mumbled, too embarrassed to talk straight. "He l. llenen. He lent it too me, since Loona could smell I was leaking pre-cum." Now Stolas completely limp in Moxxies hold, blush spreading to his throat and forehead.

"Well, if you can fit Blitz' ones, then there is no reason for you to test fit them." Moxxie exclaimed. "It's cool it's cool. Let's drive back to the office, yes?"

"Yes please." Stolas pleaded.

"But before that." Moxxie now with the widest devilish smile. "You still need work clothes." Angel taking a hold of Stolas again. "Time for size measurement."

Stolas, sitting in the passenger seat of the company van, with a Moxxie tall pile of new freshly made clothes, exhaled an exhausted sigh.

"Sorryyy." Moxxie apologized, after going buck wild making him all manner of clothes. Everything between casual street ware, to formal high society wear, to fishing clothes, of all things.

As they made it back to the office, Blitz already having drawn a map of where their targets are located, and in which order they need to be executed in.

Finally back, he took a sip of Moxxies special made apology coffee latte. Usually Stolas would go for tea, but he couldn't lie, Moxxie made some damn Satan good coffee.

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As Stolas sat with the rest of I.M.P, no longer taking customers for the day, he pondered to himself. It were going relatively problem free, almost as if there is a catch somewhere he hadn't noticed yet. The nagging in the back of his mind were increasing. But nonetheless, he has to win. Especially if he wants to pump Blitz so deep he forgets his own name.

"Hhhmm, darling, should I choose a ranged weapon, or a closed quarter one?" If he were to work in the field, it would be critical to choose the best weapon.

"Why don't we try trail by combat? We go to each target and you kill them with each type of weapon. And hey, maybe we'll get to pull a few pranks on them before killing them."

He was really going to do this. Although yes, Stolas is by nature a pacifist, that doesn't stop him from trying out new things. Plus, the sinners are only down here, because someone killed them, or they killed themselves. But if they killed themselves, they wouldn't come to I.M.P. So the lump in his throat wasn't too noticeable.

As he fitted out his clothes with various weaponry, he could really appreciate Moxxies craftsmanship, although a bit worrying. With the clothes from Moxxie, Stolas is able to fit 10 hand guns of various calibers, a land-to-air missile launcher, 50 throwing knives, a hammer, a mace, a couple of biscuits and a tactical tea set. Lavender tea, to be specific. Stolas wouldn't be surprised if Moxxie were also a Goitia in disguise. With how he talks and handles himself in the presence of authority. It's still odd though. If he were Goitia, he could only think of ONE Goitia that could pull any kind of spell with this effect. Seemingly infinite amount of space in a very finite amount of clothes. Either Moxxie is using a spell, which is very hard to believe, since imps can't use magic, or Moxxie would secretly be a Goitia.

"Moxxie, dear. If I may, but uhm... How do you make this kind of clothes, specifically? How is it that I can fit a land-to-air missile launcher in my jacket, and there would be no outline, no bump of any kind on my jacket?" Stolas now confronting Moxxie.

"Oh, uhhmm. You see, uh..."

"It's pretty funny really. We kinda joke around with Moxxie being more Goitian than most of the Goitia." Blitz interjected, starting to sweat a little. "He's our employee of the month for a reason, so just don't think about it, ok." A bit of a weird response, but oh well. Blitz properly has his reasons.

"Ok, so the first on the list is a guy living in one of those rich people houses. You know the Hellterest "perfect" house kinda image, yea. That kind of house. Client wants him dead in an instant. Moxxie, what about you give Stolas a run-down on how to use the sniper? And let's use the good one. It is Stolas' first time after all."

"The next guy is living in a trailer park to cook... rocks? I... Hhmm. Whatever, client wants him dead by axe. Millie, this is where you show Stolas the ropes in this one. Camping axe or heavy axe?" Blitz asking Stolas.

"The easiest for me to swing around, please."

"Aight, through the portal everyone."

"Ok your highness." Stolas and Moxxie were laying one a rooftop roughly 100 meters from their target. Stolas now laying with the incredibly heavy rifle, trying to remember everything Moxxie had told him. Keep the target right under the crosshair, when you see the target, hold your breath for two seconds and "BAM."

"HEADSHOT YEAAA BOIIII. YOU FUCKING GOT IT SIR. Dinner on me." Moxxie, now no fine royal speech, was on cloud 9. Being so fucking proud of Stolas. His first gun kill, a headshot nonetheless and with the teaching of Moxxie.

His heart pounding all the way up in his throat, sweat dripping, ears ringing, arm sore. He'd just killed someone. Although he doesn't think much of humans, a life is still a life. But on the other hand, the sinner had described what the human had done to them. It was horrid. To imagine that done to you, by someone you love so much. For now, Stolas could excuse killing the human.

"Your highness, are you ok?" A worried Moxxie sounded. "Yea yea, sorry. Just have to get used to guns, I guess haha. It did make me a bit sore." Came a reply.

"Of cause. No need to worry your highness, next target will be Millies forté, she's a good teacher. So why don' hurry, your highness?"

"Yes, of cause Moxxie. But could you maybe not call me that every time, please."

"Right, of cause sir." He said while the two of them were running through the portal to the trailer park.

"Alrighty Stolas, remember what I said?" Millie ready with her iconic axe.

"Ok, so. First, we wait for when the target steps out of the camper. The second his foot is out of the door, I swing the axe into his shin, Loona opens a portal to a desolate place on earth and I run through, with our target still attached to the axe. Moxxie will record the event on his phone."

"Ready?" An oddly calm Blitz asked.

"Of cause, Blitzy." In a shaky voice, he said to calm himself down. Calling Blitz nicknames always calmed himself down.

With that, Blitz threw a brick onto the door, almost going through the door, as if it has been consumed by mold for years. "FUCK." A distressed human yelled, stepping out of the door.

A very loud cracking spread through the trailer park, followed by a scream. And that very scream was Stolas' call. Tightening his grip around the axe, he started running towards a now open portal. Running through the portal felt different, odd even. This was not Stolas' portal, but a portal created with an Asmodian crystal. But that didn't matter because it had done it's job. I.M.P found themselves in the deep of an extremely humid forest. If Stolas were in his owl form, he would be most thrilled.

"PLEASE. Don- don'T. I ii i-  I have a FaMIly." A now very distressed human screaming, voice filled with fear. And those eyes, looking at Stolas like at rabbit at gunpoint. 'Stop it, Stolas. He would do the same to anyone else.' He told himself.

Screams filled the air as Stolas tried to lodge the axe out of their targets shin. And another whack were heard, followed by blood-curling screams. "WHYYY."

"Sorry." A quiet whisper escaped his lips. Hoped the target would just die faster. But for all he knew, the list of things needed to be done to the target were far from few. 'You must stay strong Stolas. I.M.P's reputation is on your shoulders. Following clients wishes is to be carried out with no fail to spare.'

*CRCKK* Stolas pulling out the axe again, twisting it as it were very deep into the humans shin. "Millie, isn't there a batter way to do this?" A half shaky voice left him.

"Nah sugah. Just gotta put more strength into it."

"Iii iI iI I BEG yOU. STOP" The human continued. "WhAT DiD i even DO?" Those words hit Stolas like a train wreck.

"You killed a guy named James. And he's not happy, as you could guess." Blitz said, stern with his words.

Another hit with the axe bit into the silly humans wrist. "Missed, sir." Moxxie noted. "A bit higher and you got it sir."

And as he were told, he whacked the axe into the forearm, almost cutting it in half. Bones instantly crushing. Each swing meant one more horrid scream he would have to drown in absinthe. And Satan knows he had a lot of absinthe. Glancing a look at Moxxie, still recording. Millie just smiling, and Blitz... Blitz had an undecipherable expression. What did Blitz mind tell him, where were his mercy? Why would Blitz agree to this? The screams alone would be enough for Stolas to stop. But he shouldn't. A job is a job.

"Continue," Blitz ordered.

Stolas hesitated, the weight of the axe heavier than the guilt crushing his chest. A hundred thoughts in his head urged him to swing again, to finish the job. But his heart, twisted and torn, whispered a single word: Stop. "I… Bl… Blitz. I can't," Stolas stuttered, his voice trembling as his resolve crumbled.

He pleaded, the words escaping like a final, desperate breath.

"Blitz, please… just stop."

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Looking at Stolas was gut wrenching. He knew very well how beautiful Stolas was. But now. All he could see was a broken imp. Him still being in his imp form. Covered from head to toe in human blood. Blue streaks crawling from his blood red eyes down his cheeks. "Blitz, please… just stop." A shaky voice emanating from a distressed Stolas.

"Ss- Stolas? W- What's wrong?" A genuine confusion arose on Blitz face. Hurrying over to Stolas. "Stolas look at me." Blitz carefully cupped Stolas' face with his hands, whipping the tears away, looking deep into his eyes. Trying to find the tinniest of hints why he would be crying. "Stolas, please just fucking talk to me." It couldn't be from doing their job, could it? At the end of the day, all they have to do is follow the clients order. That's it. No feelings involved.

But why were Stolas crying? It didn't make sense. "Please Stolas. I don't know what wrong if you don't talk to me." Blitz locking eyes with Stolas. Feeling his hurt.

"Blitz, darling." Soft sops escaping Stolas as he tried talking. "Why do we have to do it like this? We could just kill him on the spot. Why torture him?"

"I- I'm not sure what you mean. It's just a job. Did you hear the story the sinner gave us? You know what he did? This guy is a fucking psycho. He's the bottom of the barrel scum. He had it fucking coming."

Slowly shaking his head in disagreement, eyes filled with slight disgust. "Blitz, just because he's evil, doesn't mean you have to be evil as well. Don't become the monster you defeat."

"Stols, we're not monsters. We're I.M.P. We avenging our clients. And so what if it's a little rough, we're from fucking hell." Confusing kicking in. There is no monsters in hell when everyone is a monster.

Breaths getting stuck in his throat. "At what cost, Blitz?" He leaned into the touch. "Avenge doesn't mean cruelty. You don't have to torture someone to avenge someone."

Not being one to back down, a stern answer leaves his lips. "He were already doomed to end up in hell. Fuck he might even be in the streets of hell as we speak." Why is Stolas so worked up from this? They are monsters, and they up in hell as a sinner. Together with every other sinner. "This is what we do Stolas. You know that. You gotta take every opportunity you get. Society ass.  That's what imps are. We only get half of the scraps the sinners get. We have no fucking choice."

Leaning into the touch, Stolas had but one question. "Does it make you feel better to inflict pain, Blitzy?" Concern filled his voice. Knowing full well of Blitz trauma. "Have any of your clients requested death by fire? What crosses your mind, when you push someone into a raging fire?" Stolas knew this was a very fucking low blow. But a necessary fucking low blow in his opinion. Hopeful this would make Blitz gears turn. "Does it chip away at your conscience ever so slightly with every hit, with every scream? Does it make you happy looking into their dread filled eyes?" 'Please understand Blitz.' Stolas were praying.

Blitz stood still, the words cutting through him like a knife. His breath caught in his throat, heart pounding in his chest. He could feel the sweat starting to bead on his forehead, his vision blurring as Stolas' voice echoed in his head. "Death by fire…" Blitz whispered, his voice cracking as memories came back with flaming fury, screaming, the smell of burning flesh. That smell he never forgot.

"T- To f- to far. You promised you FUCKING ASSHOLE. TO FUCKING FAR." Looking deep into Stolas' eyes, shaking as panic filled his heart. His mouth went dry, his breathing quickened, and his hands began to tremble uncontrollably. "I-I… Stolas, I… I can't…"

Felling judgement, disgust from all sides as if he were in a box. And all walls closing, getting more and more cramped. Stop. Run. Trying to detach from Stolas, pushing his hands into Stolas' chest. Backing away. Tears drowning his voice. "No- Not aa... A. Not a monster." He forced through. Trying to pry away Stolas' hands.

Quickly to catch on, Moxxie wrapped his arms around Blitz from the back. Locking his hands together, holding him in place. "Breathe, Blitz." Moxxie knew what was going on. Even though Blitz were always hard on him, he knew it was out of love. Being hard on their loved ones is a sign of compassion in the eyes of imps. Being hard so they can learn, improve, be better. Moxxie knew about the event Blitz were traumatized from. He had told him through a very drunk rant at bar.

"GET AWAY FROM ME!" Blitz yelled. "NOT BEFORE YOU CHILL OUT." Came a reply from Moxxie. "We know you're fucking hurting, but just fucking think for a fucking moment." Came another reply from Millie.

Stolas, simply just looking at them, what he'd set in motion. Not knowing why Blitz feared fire, just that he were afraid.

His breath hitched, his chest tightening as the memories of that night, the fire, his mother, clawed at his mind, pulling him under. "I didn't have a choice! I had to! I-" Blitz's voice broke, his legs giving way as he sank to the floor, clutching his head as if trying to block out the images that were overwhelming him. "I couldn't save her… I couldn't save her…"

He was trembling now, his voice barely a whisper, "I'm not a monster… I'm not…" But even as he said it, the weight of his actions, the lives he'd taken, the fire he'd used, pressed down on him like a crushing force, threatening to break him completely.

"Stop it Blitz. You fucking made up with Fizz, remember? He told you it wasn't your fall. You bumped into someone by accident. And your embarrassing excuse of a father wouldn't even spend a breath to fireproof the tents. AND YOU FUCKING KNOW IT TOO." Moxxie trying to calm Blitz, knowing full well the only way into his head were to point out the very obvious.

Heart wrenching sobs now waking up Stolas. Looking at the groups of imps, he notices that Moxxie and Millie has their tails wrapped tight around Blitz waist. 'Stolas you absolute waste of air. Now you've fucking done it. You threw out the little trust Blitz gave you.' He thinks to himself. Two days in and he already got Blitz a panic attack. Classic. 'Good going Stolas. Show them how a Goitian takes care of their loved ones. Ruin them.' Intrusive thoughts eats away at Stolas.

It takes what feels like an eternity to calm Blitz down to where he can talk. Making his way over to the group, standing half a meter from Blitz. Deeply regretting prying open old wounds. "Blitz." A course voice rang out. 'STOP STOLAS. You hurt Blitz, now fix it.' Thinking to himself. Gazing into Blitz eyes. "I'm sorry. I broke your trust. I knew you hated fire. Deeply afraid of it. But I disregarded everything you asked me not to bring up, but I did."

"S'fine." Wiping the last tears away. "Thanks Moxxie. For holding me down there. I'm a flight risk and you knew exactly how to handle me. I respect that. Hopefully there won't be a next time. But if there is, please just pin me down. And thanks for calling me Blitz, instead of the sir. Means lots to me."

"Should I open a portal, Blitz?" Still feeling down after the whole thing, just wanting to help the little he could.

"No, we can't have you loose your fucking challenge, remember? No magic. Imps can't use magic."

A sweaty Moxxie called Loona for her to open the portal.

Job done, finally.

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'Great going, Stolas. You gave Blitzy a fucking panic attack. You ruin everything.' Walking besides Blitz back to his apartment, constant self loathing thoughts plagued his mind. 'You just had to talk about the fire, huh?' Although he was aware of Blitz resentment for fire, he never knew the reason behind it. Be it rational or irrational. What was the story behind? He so wanted to know what haunted his darling so so much. But Stolas pride himself on not being one to pry, giving his loved ones the space they needed.

And now both Blitz and Stolas needed space. Or just as much space you can get when living together in the same apartment. Which isn't a lot, since the apartment is smaller than Stolas bedroom back at the palace.

"You hungry, Stolas?" The imp asked. "I'm dyin' for a filthy gas station burger." Said nonchalantly.

"I would certainly like to get some food." Still quite the awkward atmosphere, Stolas followed Blitz to said gas station. And Stolas, as oblivious to social standards as he is, was well aware how Blitz usually comforts himself after a tough day. And that is to eat greasy food. Especially today.

Stolas just can't shake off how he treated the love of his life. Why did he bring up the fire? He knew very fucking well not to do that. Maybe Stolas is just as selfish as everyone says he is. Just think about it. The only servant Stolas knows the name of is Pringles. Fuck, Blitz even knows the names of every staff at the palace. Even holding conversations with them and sharing experiences. For that, Stolas holds nothing but honor that Blitz is comfortable enough at the palace to open up to his staff.

"Stols?" With a simple question, Stolas is pulled from his thoughts, out to the real world. "Oh, sorry. I was just lost in thought."

"I could tell." Looking worried at Stolas, he asked another, more pressing question. "You ok? You don't seem that great right now."

"I could ask you the same thing." Came a tired response. "You know, after the whole fir-"

"Nope, not going there again today. Already panicked too much today." A grumbled Blitz cut off. "Plus I can feel something is annoying you. We're both imps, I know when something off. Let's just buy a burger for you too, aight?"

"I'm fine Blitz. Maybe a bit tired, but I'm fine. I'm not really a fan of heavy foods. Especially greasy." Stolas, now still not happy, but relieved that Blitz isn't against talking to him, and that he at least seem to hold it together.

"Stols, if you're fine, why is it that your tails is wrapped really tight around my waist? I'm not going anywhere, trust me, I don't want to run away from my problems any more, we talked about. And please, just understand that I'm an imp. I know every single instinct there is about imps, and they don't lie. And right now, your tail is telling me that your head is being mean to you."

"I-" Perplexed, Stolas had forgotten all about imp biology and their quirks. Knowing full well that imps wear their instincts on their sleeves. It's almost impossible for imps to lie, be it their body language or instincts.

"And this is something I 100 percent guarantee. ALL imps love greasy food. The more fat, the better. And chili sauce in the mix too. C'mon, we're here now. My treat for today and I'm not gonna take no for an answer."

"Greetings, this is HELL Donnals, what can I help you with?"

Blitz, as if talking from a script. "I’ll have two number 9s, a number 9 large, a number 6 with extra dip, a number 7, two number 45s, one with cheese, and a large soda."

"Take away or are you eating here?"

Looking at Stolas, fishing for his opinion.

"Take away, please." Stolas tells the cashier, reading Blitz like an open book. They would much rather eat home than here.

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"Oh my. Blitz, I must be very honest with you on the matter, but I was not prepared for food to be this... Fulfilling." A salivating Stolas said. Making their way home, Greas-A-FuckTM burgers in their hands. Stolas, still in disbelief that food could taste this magnificent, took another impossible big bite of his. "I was not aware that food tasted different from species to species."

"You usually eat rats and cereal, Stol. I doubt that there is must taste in that. But like, yeah. Imps love fat and meat. Grease an' shit like that." Looking over to Stolas, Blitz waved his burger towards Stolas. "Wanna bite?"

Nodding, he took a hold of Blitz' burger, while handing Blitz his burger. A mutual taste test. "Oh my Satan, what is this unholy concoction of flavors and aromas? A most pleasing texture to the meat."

"Don't forget the chili sauce." Blitz pointed out.

"Oh, quite the astute observation." Taking another bite, Stolas returned Blitz' burger, and got his own in return.

"Pretty great, huh?" Giving Stolas a small bump as they walked. "Burger make happy, yes?" Eluding to his comfort food.

Taking a quick glance at Blitz, steeling himself. "I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"Sorry for being a terrible friend. Sorry for not respecting your boundaries and giving you a panic attack. I promised I wouldn't pry about your... past, but I did. And I did it in such a hurtful manner. All I wanted was..."

"Sorry, but I gotta stop you there Stol." Blitz interjected. "We're both idiots. I could just have been more open about it. I did fucking trust you after all. And I still do. Just... Gimme some time, ok?"

"I... Ok."

"I got a question for you Stol. What was all that fuss about whacking that human with the axe? I thought you loved watching humans suffer?"

"Ughh. Whatever you hear from the humans or the other Ars Goitia, you can completely throw out and forget about. Bullshit all of it." Stolas, now off with his royal mask of complicated flowery words, completely fitting into general imp lingo.

"The whole thing about me bathing in human blood and wanting sacrifices is just something made up from my birth, so if a war with the human world would start, they would be more on edge, or something. It's stupid anyways."

"Yeah ok that's kinda shitty. But why were you so hesitant on the last part? Like cutting up a human shouldn't be hard for you? I've seen you do way worse things than that."

"I'm a pacifist, Blitz"

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"You're fuckin' pacifist, Stolas?" Exclaimed Blitz, almost bewildered by this newfound knowledge. "Why the FUCK didn'y you say that earlier? That way, you wouldn't have to kill anyone, let alone maul a fucking person."

"I... I just wanted to spend time with you, and you know, have some fun with the one I love. Getting to know you on a more personal level and experience your day to day life sounded like a dream come true." Taking another bite of his burger, he continued. "But I knew from the start that I wouldn't like killing people, even if their are human scum. So I tried to convince myself it was fine, because they also killed people."

"Ugh Stolas. You really need to let me know of shit like this, please. We fucking talked about this when we made up and got together. Fuck, I even told you about my hate for fire. You could just as well have said you didn't like killing. No need to get into details."

"Blitz I'm so sorry. I know we made a promise. I just... I just want to get to know you. Get to know each other. Deepening our relationship. And I know this isn't an excuse. I just..."

"Stol, it's fine. I get it. I also want to get to know you better. I really fuckin' do. But I want to be better also. I want to be a better friend first, before I can treat you like you deserve to be treated." Taking the last bite of his burger and locking eyes with Stolas. "Just, tell me if there is anything you don't want to do. It can literally be anything."

"I.. I will see what I can do. I might need to borrow a page from your book, and only stay surface level for now. If that is fine with you?"

"Don't sweat it. I know most of what you got trauma about is that-bitch-who-should-not-be-named."

"Thank you, Blitz. Truly."

Waking up the next day, Stolas still laying on top of Blitz, he began to notice something. Over the course of yesterday, he hadn't noticed it doing the day, but now, looking back. He's getting more attuned to his imp form. He can now somewhat control his tail, together with piecing together the meaning of each type of sway his tail does.

Plus there is also the matter with his purring. At this very moment, Stolas was purring, LOUD. That was coincidentally also what woke him up. He was well aware that imps purred, but he had only ever heard it whenever he managed to convince Blitz to stay after their full moon fornication.

The sounds was soothing, to say the least, but the feeling... That was truly something else.

It took him a few moments to fully register what was happening. He just woke up to the feeling of a deep vibration in his chest. As he focused on the sensation, he noticed how it resonated through his entire body, like a gentle hum that started deep in his chest and spread outwards, reaching the tips of his fingers and the end of his tail. It felt… grounding, like an anchor in the sea of unfamiliar impulses and instincts that came with his new form.

Still laying on Blitz, trying to feel if the purr came from Blitz or himself. Running his hands all over Blitz' chest, to find that the man he's so in love with is purring. But the rumbling from Blitz is not strong enough for him to be the only one purring.

Shifting to get a better connection between the two, he also felt a weird pull by his tail. Moving his hand down to get a feel, he noticed his tail was stretched from his base to under his stomach. No wait. Taking a closer look, his tail is wrapped so tightly against Blitz stomach, that it's stretching a bit.

Upon moving, Blitz lidded his eyelids, a lazy smirk pulling at his lips. “Well, would you look at that. Seems like someone’s enjoying being an imp a lil' too much.”

Stolas’ purring didn’t go down, though a hint of embarrassment crept into his expression. “I did not expect it to be this loud.” he admitted, his voice slightly raspy from sleep. “It’s… different.”

Blitz chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that Stolas could feel more than hear. “Welcome to the club, feathers. Guess you’re finally getting the hang of those imp instincts. Gotta admit, it’s kinda cute hearing you purr like that.”

Flushed neon pink Stolas looked away, his tail giving a small twitch. He tried to stop the purring, but the more he focused on it, the stronger it seemed to grow, almost like his body was going into high gear from this newfound ability. Blitz’ smirk widened as he watched Stolas struggle, clearly amused by the prince’s predicament.

“Relax, Stolas,” Blitz said, his voice unusually soft. “It’s natural. Hell, it’s kinda nice, if you ask me. You’re practically a purring furnace right now.” Stolas let out a small sigh, the sound tapering off into another deep purr. “I suppose there are worse things to wake up to.”

Blitz shifted beneath him, pulling Stolas closer until their bodies were flush against each other. Blitz' tail wrapped around Stolas’, and the contact sent a warm, tingling sensation through his entire body. For a moment, there was no need for words. The shared warmth, the steady rhythm of their hearts, and the soothing sound of Stolas’ purring blending with Blitz', created a peaceful intimacy that neither of them wanted to break.

For now, he wasn’t the powerful prince of Hell or the ancient, fearsome demon. He was just Stolas, a newly turned imp who had discovered that purring was an unexpectedly delightful experience. And in that moment, nestled against Blitz, he found himself content with that.

"You know, purring, while being bound together with our tails is a declaration of love." Blitz said with half lidded eyes, as he locked compassionate eyes with Stolas.

Stolas, now completely pink in his whole face, quickly pulled away. "Oh, so so sorry Blitz. I.. I wasn't aware. It just felt so natural."

"Hey hey Stol, it's fine. I might not be ready for a relationship yet, but that doesn't mean we can't enjoy each other a bit. We both got feelings for each other. So why not chill a little and enjoy the contact."

"Well, if you must insist." And with that, Stolas pulled them back with his tail. Skin against skin completely flushed together. Tails wrapped the two lovebirds impossibly close.

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"Stolas, maybe we should get up soon. We have the day off after our little incident yesterday. But maybe I should show you the reality we imps live in." Blitz said in a low tone. They have been snoozing their morning away. "Plus I'm kinda hungry too."

"Mhm... Blitzy, I can't. It's too comfy..." A drowsy Stolas exclaimed. Still purring with his tail wrapped around Blitz.

"I'll show you some more food places that you Goitia haven't seen before." A sneaky comment.

Stolas shot up from Blitz embrace, subconsciously untangling his tail from from Blitz. "More food you say? I'll have you know I'm quite knowledgeable on all sorts of foods here both in Hell and Earth, fuck, heaven also, mind you. What could possibly be hidden so well that even I wouldn't know of it?" Stolas, index finger pointed up as to make a point.

"Well, who wrote all of your books on imp food?" Quite the simple question.

"Why that would be none other than the head writer of the Ars Goitia, working together with my father, Paimon who is the most knowing person in Hell, except for the mighty Lucifer himself."

"Yea, and wasn't your father a massive imp racist? Calling us simply little creatures lower that dirt??"

"..."

"Duly noted." A deadpan looking Stolas replied.

"I thought so. Come on, I know some food you royals wouldn't even think exists."

"Ok, so. Imp City is not a place you want to get lost in. AT ALL. So I want you to wrap your tail around me. And I'll wrap my tail around you. It also shows other imps that we are together."

"I don't think I can, Blitz. I can't control my tail."

An idea sprang to mind. "Your tail is basically running on raw instinct, or somethin'. So just try to think about me? Look at my rough claws, my toned leg muscles. Remember my chiseled abs from when you woke up today. Remember when I said I wanted you? Think about that. Picture us holding ha..." And with that, a tight sensation ran through Blitz hips. Stolas was already hugging his hips with his tail.

"I think I got it Blitz. Any more words and I don't think I can hold myself back." Stolas said with a hungry look in his eyes. Almost drooling at the mere thought of their morning conversation.

A wide smirk appeared on Blitz face. "I knew you could fuckin' do it. All those shitty romance novels really got you into the right mindset, huh?"

"First off, the romance novels I read are rather critically acclaimed, mind you. Second, where are we going?"

"Well, I don't wanna spoil the surprise, but we're gonna get some grub. Oh yeah, before I forget, if you really wanna understand the lower class, try to notice the surroundings. Is there cracks in the floor. How much graffiti on the walls and shit like that."

As the two guys were walking, tails intertwined, Stolas had taking his mission to heart. As he were looking around, he couldn't help but notice the cracks in the pavement. Blitz did tell him to pay extra close attention to that. But that's not all. The closer to the city middle they got, the deeper and more frequent they became.

But that's not all. The buildings were absolutely smothered in graffiti. Badly done graffiti mind you, but still graffiti. And the smell. Yuck. If it wasn't sewer smell, it could just as well be burning trash. Either or, really. And not to forget, the odd dead imp from time to time laying in the gutter.

"And we're here." Pulling Stolas out of his mind with the statement. "IMPish Delight." Looking up, Stolas noticed the broken blinking neon sign. Looking closer, it seemed like each character in the sign was of a different style and color. It looked like each character had been stolen from somewhere else. Huh.

"The best burger place in Imp City. But don't buy the fries, worst fucking decision in my life." Walking into the store, a harsh, greasy odor invaded Stolas nose. Being an imp, he quickly noticed their noses were way more sensitive than the Goitian nose. He had experienced more odors and aromas he had never thought possible. Every single little detail and note to a smell was now way more pronounced. And this place was not gentle on the senses.

"Wait, why should I not buy the fries?" A weird detail, but curious still.

"Let's say I found out how they're made. But don't worry, the burgers are safe. Or well, the burgers I buy is safe. Because he owes me quite a lot of favors. And I sometimes babysit his kids."

Huh?? "You babysit? I was not aware of that." That's a new revelation for Stolas. He had not thought of that as a possibility. He knew Blitz always wanted to have a big family. This information is reassuring for Stolas, since Blitz is now pregnant.

"Yeah. I have been babysitting for a few years now. His kids are really well behaving. They love horses also, so sometimes I bring a horse comic I drew, with me here for the owner to give them, when I don't babysit. When I babysit, we draw horses together. Last time, I drew Rocket Launcher and Latex Glove. Its' the horses names."

'Aawwwwww that's so cute. That's my Blitzy right there.' Stolas thought to himself. He could NOT fucking wait for when their kids arrive.

Making their way to the counter, Blitz leads the conversation to get the burgers. The guy at the grill, presumably the owner, looked quite pleased when noticing Blitz' and Stolas' tails were intertwined.

"Huh, so ya' got a boyfrien', ya?" The guy said. Chuck was apparently his name.

"Well, you know, not boyfriend. At least not yet." Blitz said, a red glow on his cheeks. Feeling flustered, he steered the conversation into another direction. "So, how's it going getting that gift for Silla?"

"Uhh fuck ain't remind me ah tha'. Ya' kno' how FUCKAN' difficul' it ey deelin' wit sinnas." Chuck have been on the lookout for gift to his wife. A set of very specific set of axes. A collectors edition. And to no ones surprise, these axes are only sold by Camilla Carmine, the only one in hell making them. And to even further no one surprise, as much as royals don't want anything to do with imp, neither does sinners.

"You know, I got quite the sniffer back in the office. Fuckin' employee of the month for a year straight. He could prolly get some dirt on her, if you catch my drift? There is a reason I got my apartment at so low rent."

"Nah nah ain't no messin wit her. Trus me on dat."

"Ok ok, I'll leave it for now. But the offer stands, free of charge if you get me some of the good burgers for me and Sebastian here." Blitz nudged towards Stolas. He still had to get used to his pseudonym of a name.

"Aigh aight, cummin' righ up." He nodded towards Stolas.

And as he handed Stolas his Helluva Saucy :TM: burger, he whispered to him. "Nah don' tell Blitz ovar der, bot du mak' sur to look ou' for 'im, aigt?" Stolas had a hard time piecing together his accent, but as he did, he could only smile and reply. "Of cause, he's the most important to me."

"This aint no mainstream ass burger I tell you. This is a recipe brought down through generations. Not many imps know of the recipe, but it's only imps that know of it." Blitz started yapping. "But first, don't eat it. This is a ritualistic meal."

"Where did you ever learn of the word "ritualistic", my darling." Stolas chuckled.

"Moxxie has been teaching me how to read. Ok but enough of that. This is a meal originally made to be eaten while performing a ritual. One partner makes, or in this case, orders a burger with their taste, and the other does the same." Giving a brief pause.

"Once you have your meal of choice and taste, you get completely naked, and sit in each others lap. Press the bodies as close together, while looking each other in the eyes. Once that done, wrap your tails around the pressed together imps, so they are completely flushed." Blitz, now looking dead serious at Stolas. "Then you give your food to the other imp, and the other imp does the same. You then eat the food, and the volume of each others purring should give the result of the ritual."

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...

Blitz was waiting for what seemed like forever for an answer, but only to be met with a soft sniff.

"Shit, you ok Stolas?"

"Aawww Blitzy, you want to perform an imp ritual... With me?" Teary eyed, Stolas looked at Blitz.

"Of cause pretty bird. Do I need to remind you that I like you?? Of cause I will do it with you. You are an imp right now. And the challenge is for you to experience being an imp."

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"Blitzy, I was wondering a bit. What is this ritual about exactly?" Stolas pondered. He was ecstatic that Blitz wanted to do an imp ritual with him. Him, a Goitia. He didn't even know imp had rituals. They can't even use magic.

"Oh, yeah. It's to show compatibility between imps in love." A slight blush appeared on Blitz cheeks. "It's an intimate ritual. It's not a sexual ritual. Just intimate."

"How does it work? I've always been interested in rituals, but I never knew imps had rituals of their own. Maybe you're right about my books not knowing everything." Now Stolas was getting interested. Once he got to know about a whole new thing he never knew about, he gets all exited.

"And what about magic? Imps can't use magic, so how is this a ritual??" So many questions keep bubbling up, but Stolas must keep calm and not overwhelm his Blitzy.

"Hold your horse right there Stol. One question at a time. First, once the ritual is complete, we'll both just know the answer. It's an imp instinct kinda thing. We just know it." Blitz exhaled. "And yeah, imps can't use magic, at all. And third, it's a ritual no matter if there is magic or no magic, duh?"

"But what about being naked and having to exchange food? Why is that important? I don't really understand. And this seems like quite the important kind of ritual, wouldn't it be better to do a more mundane or lesser one?"

Blitz, looking at Stolas, started to flush a little bit more, then answered to the best of his abilities.

"Ok so, you remember this morning when you first woke up? How loud you were purring when our bodies were flush against each other? And how you couldn't control your purring. That's instinct. And instinct don't lie."

Huh? Stolas hadn't thought about that before. It was true that he had purred. And even more so that he couldn't control it. But he had thought nothing of it.

"If we're naked an close, our instincts will do all of the talking. And the food? Yea, since we chose food we love the most, we give it to our loved one, and if they like it, it's a sign that we're more than compatible, if our purring is in sync."

"In sync? That I'm not sure I understand."

To that, Blitz had only a smile and a short answer. "You'll understand soon enough."

"So are we just going to sit here in the middle of your apartment?" Came a question from Stolas. It didn't matter where they did it, but he would like to know the more intrinsic details. Or if there were any reason behind each detail and decision.

"Kind of. We're going to make a nest in the middle, with as many pillows and blankets and clothes. And don't worry, Loonie is with Octavia."

As he told, Blitz had an odd amount of blankets hidden all around the apartment. Some under the floor, some hidden in the ceiling, some in a cupboard. And some he even recognize.

"Darling, a quick question. Where do you have this blanket from?" Stolas pointing towards a blanket with moving stars as a motif. Or well, the stars were moving in relation to where you looked. Quite the magical item one might say.

"Uuhhhh. You remember when I got super sick and you took care of me? You never asked for it back."

Seemingly satisfied with the answer, he helped move the blankets and pillows, following whatever order he thought Blitz were doing.

As the pillows and blankets came into place, it had felt like a dance, really. Moving together with Blitz, laying down blanket after pillow, intermingling with Blitz, almost like a trance. Imps really are amazing. It really is a shame others couldn't see that.

Now that the nest building had come to a close, it looked rather comfortable. His newfound instincts told him the nest had the correct amount of comfy to warmth ratio. This nest could at least keep them warm for a lifetime.

"Ok, I know it's weird ritual if you're not an imp, but the nest is ready." Blitz exclaimed. "Why don't we get ready?"

"Right now? Is... should... should we just undress in front of eachother?" A sheepish smile emerged on Blitz lips.

"Huh? What's that? Is Hells horniest owl embarrassed now?" A devilish grin now in place. "I'm joking babe. Yes, it's totally fine. The more intimate, the better. No sexual tho. Just love." He responded to Stolas. "It's also fine if you get a boner, I'm fucking gorgeous."

"Aw hush you." Stolas replied, while taking off his shirt. Revealing a rather chiseled chest, with quite the detailed abs, and not to mention the slightly sweaty glean, blending his physique together nicely.

And the display would be the bane of Blitz half mast. 'Keep it down, Blitz. Be a good example here.' He thought to himself as a small boner were starting to form. Which might or might not, but mostly might, have earned him a happy hoot from Stolas.

As they made their way into the nest, it became harder and harder to hide their excitement. In more ways than one. Sitting down with each other, it was a little difficult at first to place their legs, and other appendages, where it wasn't too awkward.

Staring at each other, flush with pink as their cheeks were, Stolas couldn't help but admire the intimacy he felt towards his now fellow imp. And hopefully very soon to be boyfriend.

"You're ready, babe?"

"I'm as ready as I can be, Blitzy." And damn if that didn't go directly to Blitz' dick. Earning Blitz another hoot from Stolas.

As they exchanged food, Blitz and Stolas heart began to flutter. There might not be magic involved, but holy fucking shit did Stolas feel something. Something raw, yet soft. Something so personal, yet he wanted nothing but to share it all with Blitz.

After taking the first bite, Blitz' purring began as a soft hum, almost inaudible. But after the second bite, his chest was in full swing. A deep loud rumbling emanating.

And the very same could be said about Stolas. And to his surprise, he could feel Blitz purring deep in his core. And Blitz could feel Stolas' purr deep in his own core.

When the food had been eaten, Stolas couldn't help but wonder why he could only hear one purr. They were so distinct in the beginning, but now, only one purr could be heard. Wait.

Nay. It was not one purr. They were in perfect sync. THIS IS WHAT BLITZ TOLD ABOUT. Stolas understood now. They are compatible. Complete and utter compatible. It was no longer just a rumble, their whole bodies where vibrating in tune with the other.

It feels like a complete lie to say no magic was involved, but it's the truth. Imps are just build different. They don't need magic, when their bodies are this fundamentally different.

And bringing Stolas back to reality, Blitz asked a simple, but important question, with a wide smirk on his face. "So, babe. What do you feel?"

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"So how are ya' feelin', Stols?" A smirking Blitz asked. Looking at Stolas, Blitz couldn't help but notice sweat beads forming.

"This was fucking amazing Blitzy." Exclaimed Stolas, with beaming excitement. "I can't even words. It felt so... passionate." Stolas now moving closer to Blitz, who is sitting in the nest.

It had taken them some 10 minutes to go through the ritual, and in the mean time, Stolas had learned a lot about imp biology, not just theoretical, but hands on experience. Having something so instinctual, telling you what you feel, showing what you feel, to the whole world, to the one you love.

"It felt... so raw." said while moving closer to Blitz, just a hair width away from kissing him. "But I feel something different now." Massaging the area around his nose, together with his cheeks. "My nose feels sore, and I don't know why."

"Oh, ey wait a fuckin' minute Stol." Blitz leaning impossibly close to Stolas' face. Pushing his nose into Stolas cheeks and takes a sniff. "I had a hunch. Aight babe, so here's the thing."

Blushing now, Stolas looked with a curios, yet hunger look in his eyes. Feeling his heart rate ramp up at the mere touch of Blitz on his cheeks.

"You're releasing pheromones and prolly want to scent mark me." Taking a small step back, he asked. "Do you feel like you want to bury your face in my face? Not as in a kissing kind of way, but like just rubbing your nose and cheeks all over me?"

Stunned, Stolas couldn't help but feeling a pull towards his sweetheart. He wasn't sure if he wanted to smother his face across Blitz person, but it had a charming ring to it.

Smirking playfully, Blitz offered to help Stolas with his... curiosity. "You can if you want to, pretty imp." Switching out "owl" with imp. "My body is yours, babe. Don't hold back. Paint me in your scent." And with that, Stolas lounged at Blitz, pinning him to the ground.

He hesitated a bit. Taking a glance yet again at Blitz, receiving an affirming nod. Moving his claws down onto Blitz' torso, feeling the crevices between the muscles. Pressing down on his chest, feeling the volume with his hand. Closing the distance, he was but a hairs width from his throat.

"Do... Do I just press down on you with my nose?" A simple, but embarrassing question, in Stolas' mind.

"What does your body tell you. Can you feel anything near your nose? Maybe some pores feelin' itchy?"

Rubbing his index claw under his nose, and taking a sniff, he could definitely smell a difference. It was almost sweet, in a sense. Or maybe it was more over in the lavender side, with a tinge of sweetness to it.

'Oh, Blitzy was right. It does feel different.' He thought to himself.

And going back down on Blitz, who's still laying in their nest. He pushed the right side of his nose down into Blitz' right peck. Slowly, letting his body do the talking. Feeling the rough, burnt skin scraping against his now open scent glands. The feeling... Fucking breathtaking.

It's incredibly hard to explain, if even possible. But the feeling Stolas was having now, rubbing his scent glands on Blitz. It's almost like a missing piece being placed back in. Something innate in him. Telling him that his mate will now be protected. Sealing the deal. Making Blitz' his mate.

"You're enjoying this a lot, huh?" A wide smirk still on Blitz, as he knows exactly how Stolas feels.

"Blitzy, my love, darling, sun to my shadow, moon to my ocean. Is this how you feel when scent marking me in the mornings?"

Blitz' smile only grew wider, with a soft blush on his cheeks.

"Babe, you marked me so lovely." Blitz' knew exactly what gets Stolas going. He was learning quite a few important words to his birds heart.

"Your aroma is so daring. So bold, Stolas. So sweet." Pulling his love closer. "And I feel so covered in you. Your scent being all over me. Every single imp in Imp City is gonna know I. Belong. To. You."

Feeling a familier pressure on his thigh, Blitz knew the effect this had on Stolas.

"I feel so protected in your scent. So comforting, so... lovely."

Closing the gap between the two imp, just a breath away from Stolas lips. "I think it's time I smother you, making you mine for everyone to know."

Pinning Stolas to the nest, strong arms pulling him closer. Descending down on Stolas neck like he's pray. Slowly, but methodically, Blitz moving his scent glands up, then down, all the way from left to right over Stolas chest.

"You're mine, Stolas. You belong to me."

"Blitzy. Am... Is this... I'm your mate. And you're mine." Stolas and Blitz now almost in sync, smothering each other in their scent. Mixing together the earthy scent from Blitz, and the lavender scent from Stolas. Culminating in a garden aroma filled apartment.

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"Stolas... Babe. Put that fucking pole IN ME now" Blitz was now panting, grasping for air after their scent marking session. Their hours of passionate scent marking had turned into a heated makeout session. "Mhm... Babe. Stols..." Blitz was now panting hard. Almost as if in heat. "I needed your giant meat in me yesterday and I can't fuckin' hold back. So please just ram it in me."

"Blitzy darling. You're always so eager for me." Stolas had pinned Blitz down to their nest again. "So I take it that this nest is not only for scent marking and imp rituals?"

Smirking, Blitz takes the opportunity to grab Stolas dick, fondling it between his fingers. "Is this a good enough answer?"

That's seemed to get the engine going. And oh boy were Stolas roaring to go. "Blitzy, I'm going to fuck you so nasty you forget how to walk. Your mine tonight. Only mine."

Moving a hand from Blitz' cheeks, tenderly down his jawline. Stolas started rubbing Blitz soft lips. "You look so ready for me, love."

Letting out heavy breath, Blitz rotated onto his stomach, smiling as he placed his ass in Stolas' lap. Feeling his now throbbing shaft, Blitz started slowly grinding, as if he couldn't wait any longer.

Stolas, understanding the assignment, caressed his hands from Blitz waist to his hips, squeezing both of his ass cheeks. Measuring their volume while he jiggled them from left to right, and then left again. Kneading them with his hands felt more than natural.

"Stolas I swear to Satan that if you don't stick you huge schmeat in- MMmhmm."

Blitz was immediately interrupted by Stolas sticking a finger into the already moist entrance, earning him a loud, soft moan.

"I love when you voice how you feel, darling. You've been so patient, so let me return the favor in kind."

Continuing to finger his entrance. Inserting another finger. "Blitzy, love of my life. Say, since you now also have a vagina, would you let me be your very first visitor?" It was true. Since Blitz had become pregnant, his body had developed a vagina, right between his penis and anus, completely removing his testicles.

"Fucking ram it in Stols... You might not know this, but mind kinda mush. Haven't played with it AT ALL. So go ham Ssstols.. Mmhh YESS. Sssttolls." He cried out, as Stolas moved his finger from the anus to the outside of his pussy. Slightly spreading them open.

"You like that, love? I want to hear you moan. Let it all out." Feeling Blitz is completely wet, he couldn't help but comment. "I didn't know you wanted me that bad, darling. You're like a waterfall down there."

"Stolas. I fuckkk... I- if you don't put your ENTIRE hand in me NOW, I will burn down the nearest hospita- OHhhh ffuuuuuMMhhhnn Stols."

Now, slowly sliding his index finger under the lips. Slowly, methodically, spreading them. Earning a long, drawn out moan from his Blitzy. Stolas taking hold of Blitz' waist, hugging him closer. Blitz' back now completely flush with Stolas' chest, proping his head down on Blitz' shoulders.

"Blitzyyy. Are you ready? Because I'm going to play with this soaking cunt of yours." Moving his hand down to his dripping pussy. And for the first time in Blitz life, he gets the true feeling of having a vagina.

Moving with no resistance at all, Stolas was left to wonder. For just how long has Blitz been horny? You don't just get this wet from a kiss, that's for sure. And him dripping like a faucet just solidified his suspicion, that Blitz has been horny for at least a few hours before they started scent marking each other.

"So wet for me, lovely. Feel how easy I slip in? And your moans make me so incredibly hard."

Just the sound of Blitz was enough to hitch a breath from Stolas. The now imps heart was racing. Making his "not boyfriend" feel good was so thrilling. Just him, moving his fingers in a circles, up, down, left and right. Just the fact that it's Stolas that is making Blitz feel good. Making him feel loved.

This is all Stolas had ever wanted. Especially after their heartfelt talk the day after his apology tour.

Wanting to reward his lovely blitz, he slit in another finger, opening him up wider. Leaning closer to Blitz' ears. "You like how I play with your cunt, darling? The sloppy, lovely sounds my fingers make against your walls."

The only thing at this point keeping Blitz in sound mind, was the touch of his bare, sweaty back up against Stolas rugged chest. And the pillow he'd sneaked into his embrace, as he buried his face into the soft velvety surface.

Blitz' mind has become mush at this point. For only muffled, sloppy moans escape him now, as his face was completely buried.

"Now don't do that Blitzy. I want you hear your voice. I want to hear you cry out in pleasure, as I enter a third finger." Stolas moving his other hand under Blitz' jaw, to lift his face from the pillow. Moving closer, the two imps locked their wet lips together. Stolas exploring the others mouth with vigor. And releasing their mouths with a loud pop.

"Mmhnnhnnmmhhhmnn Shhtolsz. Morrre. Lob- lov yu."

"You like that?" Stolas chuckling a bit at Blitz loosing his conscience, as he entered a third finger, spreading him further. With his thumb and index finger, he began rubbing Blitz' twitching clit. Smiling as this all he needed for a response. Blitz is loving this.

"You're doing so good darling. Taking my fingers so well." With a kiss, he whispered into his ear. "I think you've earned a reward. What do you say I give you the real thing?"

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"I think you've earned a reward, Blitzy." Stolas whispered into Blitz, as pulled out his three fingers from Blitz wet entrance. "You took them so well, and you feel so wet. So wet for me."

Blitz, sitting with his back flush against the other imp, panting like his life depended on it. "Sshhtolss." Was all he could say, as the pleasure was just way too much for him.

Stolas was also panting, but not as much as Blitz. Moving his hand up to Blitz face, he started caressing his chin. Reassuring him of his presence. As they sat there for a few minutes, to catch their breath, Stolas asked. "What about taking a small break? I definitely need some water."

Blitz, seemingly regaining his conscience. "Yeahhh... I could use some water, babe." Moving his hands to his legs, Blitz massaged them a bit, almost as to just get a feeling of them. And to his surprise, he didn't get any feeling. "But I think you'd have to carry me." Directing Stolas' glance down to his legs. "Can't really move or feel them. You went kinda pretty fucking hard on my pussy. I'm still fucking leaking by the looks of it."

And almost as on cue, Stolas scooped his "not boyfriend" up into a tight embrace, walking over to the sink. And Blitz understanding the assignment, picked up a clean glass, reaching over to the sink, while still being princess carried by Stolas, and filled the glass.

"Open up babe." Motioning to Stolas, as he lifted the glass up to his mouth, in which he gladly drank from. And when the glass became half empty, or half full, depending on who you ask, Blitz then drank the other half. Which earned him a blush from the imp holding him. "Stols, you've literally just fingered me stupid, and this is what you blush at?"

Quickly looking away, Stolas couldn't help but chuckle. "Only for you, my love." Wrapping his tail around Blitz, he made his way back to the slick covered nest. "This is all from you Blitzy." Stolas feeling a little frisky. "You let out so much and you didn't even cum yet. That's is upmost impressive." Leaning down for a kiss, which Blitz gladly received with open arms.

"Love you Stols." Smirking Blitz let out, almost as a second nature by now. "You taking the lead has always been something I wanted. And fuck I love you so fucking much, I just want you to-"

"Say no more, you filthy minded, gorgeous imp. The apple of my eye. The heaven to my hell. I think it's high time for your reward." Laying Blitz down into the nest, back against the wet blankets, Stolas slit a finger inside Blitz' still moist pussy. "You're still so wet, leaking like a broken faucet. Even after an hour of fingering, you're holding up so daringly. So magnificent." And fuck if that didn't get him going.

"Ffuckk Shtols. Warn a guy pleash." Mind already getting foggy, Blitz tail began swaying in anticipation.

And Stolas had no care in the world. Taking his sweet time. This was a very important moment. Probably the most important in their relationship. So he was taking his time, swallowing up every centimeter of Blitz as he could, fuck, every millimeter even. Littering the smaller imp with kisses, from bottom to top. From head to toe. Listening to the way Blitz let out each and every little moan, as he connected his lips with the coarse skin of his lover. "You're so perfect for me, darling."

"Fuck Stolas. If you contin-mmhhnn-ue like that, you'll make me cum before poppin' my cunts raspberry."

"I think you might mean cherry, darling. I just oh so love hearing you moan and cry out for me." Licking his lips, pulling up his phone from somewhere in the nest, and takes a selfie with Blitz as the main attraction. "How deep do you think my tongue can reach?"

Embracing a wide grin, Blitz separated his legs with no shame whatsoever. And Stolas went straight to Blitz pussy like a predator honing in on the kill, sealing the entrance with his mouth. "Ffuuuckkk." Letting Blitz' moan fuel his endeavor, he begins to explore the narrow cavern with his long, forked tongue. Going from beneath the lips, to inside the walls, and back again. Almost as a warmup.

Looking up, he sees Blitz looking into nothingness, as he has resigned his fate entirely to Stolas. Completely consumed by pleasure, drool dripping from his mouth. Every lick sends an endless spark of joy. He'd been at it for 30 minutes at this point.

Unsealing his mouth from Blitz overstimulated clit, sounding with a pop, he was ready for some new action. "I think this is enough for a warm up, wouldn't you say, Blitzy~?"

"Fffuck yeah Shtols. I've been waiting the WHOLE fucking day for you to ram me. Make me your bitch."

"I think that could be arranged." A cheeky grin appeared on Stolas, as took hold of Blitz' waist. Fingers slipping into the coarse, scarred skin. Seating his hips against Blitz', fitting the nicely together as his member approached Blitz' entrance.

"But I'm not going to make you my bitch. I'm going to make you my boyfriend. Weather you like it or not." Leading Blitz' breath to get stuck in his throat, warmth filling his chest as he waited in anticipation. "I'm going in."

And as soon as that was said, did the head of his imp did enter Blitz' warm insides. Letting it soak in his moist creatives for a bit, he pushed it in. As he pushed further into Blitz, he could feel him moan. He could feel his purring. He could feel Blitz heartbeat. His everything.

And pushing his thick shaft all the way to the base, Stolas let out a moan of pure bliss. "You fit me so well Blitzy." Gashing out slick from Blitz pussy, Stolas couldn't help but admire his work. 'All of this, just by me scent marking and kissing him.' He thought to himself. 'I love this man so much.'

But that was not all. "Sshtols. Yo- You have spik... spikes." Spikes?

"Wait, what do you mean spikes? Dear?" A confused, but still very hard Stolas questioned.

"Im- imp dick hass spike under headdd." Maybe Blitz wasn't lying when he said his head was going mushy.

Pulling out, or well, trying to pull out, Stolas was met with resistance. He could only pull out half of his dick, but in doing so, he was met with the most lovely pleasure washing over him. "Oh my Blitz... This. I was not aware of how ethereal you feel. And these spik-oohhh-mhn-es feel." Troubled as he was, talking while feeling the spikes against Blitz' folds, seemed more difficult than imagined.

"You fit me so lovely. Oh darling, you clamp against me so strong. Your walls hang against my spikes so well, so soft~."

Ramping up his his pace, Stolas had opted to lift Blitz left leg over his shoulder, so he had better access to the moist, wet gates of heaven. Caressing the imps thigh, as if he held onto for his life.

"I'm gonna pump you so round Blitzy." An offhanded comment. And as Stolas continued, he felt a knot form around the base of his cock. A certain pressure building up. And as the pressure build up, his instinctual mind became more prominent. Singing out more vulgar by the thrust.

One thrust. "I'm gonna paint your insides in my seed." Two thrust. "You're mine. MINE and only mine."

Blitz was getting pumped hard. Rocked back and forth like an earthquake. And it was all Stolas. Kneading his insides. Making him his. Marking him in his scent.

'Mine mine mine mine mine' Stolas thought to himself. "Mine mine mine mine mine" Stolas exclaimed to Blitz.

"Y- youuss. Ime yourrs-mhm. Keeeeepp pumpin' me." Blitz were getting closer to the breaking point. "Stollll STOLASS." Letting his head fall back in pure bliss, he thinks of nothing but his Stolas.

"I'm gonna cum in you Blitz. And you're gonna fucking take it." Shoving his cock as far in as possible. Aching his spine back while drooling in pleasure. Seeing white as his thick seed exits him, and enters Blitz' tight entrance. Clenching hard as if his life depended on it, the spikes on his cock extended into Blitz' soft sensitive flesh, earning him a sloppy moan from his boyfriend.

"Sshhtolss." He said, panting while Stolas continues to fill him with his warm, messy white fluid, as the base of Stolas' cock is sealed flush against his entrance. "Stolasss. Yo- You spiks.... Your spikes. Feel Good."

"Blitzy, my love." Seemingly having trouble breathing, he falls down onto Blitz' chest, going limb in the process. "I don't think I can pull out."

"Don't. I- I want my boyfriend to keep me impaled with your huge spiked cock."

"Imp dicks does work quit different, it seems. But why don't yours have spikes?..."

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".."

"..."

"Wait. Did you just call me your boyfriend?"

Looking down towards Blitz, he couldn't help but notice a shy, by wide grin appear on his dashing lover. "You made me yours, remember? You already knocked me up while you were an owl, but you being an imp is different. Since we speak the same body language, my body now only want you."

Beaming with a neon pink blush, Stolas went down for a kiss, to which he received in kind.

"And yeah, my HUGE as fuck cock doesn't have spikes, since apparently I got the mixed sex gene, or whatever it's called. Only pure males have spikes." Still panting a bit, but seems to be getting his breathing under control.

"My boyfriend... Blitzy oh darling I love you so much." Now Stolas got into his sentimental mode. Tears started flowing as he repeated the words. "My beautiful boyfriend. Always so dashing in everything your wear. So thoughtful with all of your gifts" A wet kiss on Blitz forehead. "So witty with all of your remarks." Kiss on the left horn. "Always so brave. My knight in shining armor. How strong your looked when kidnapping Stella." Kiss on the right horn.

"And you see me as your boyfriend. Your mate for life, Blitzy." Kiss on the lips.

"I love you, Stolas. Look how much you filled me up. And you fill up my cunt so well, just with how big your cock is. I'm not even leaking any slick or cum. And we both know I'm still cumming a bit. Having a pussy is fucking wild. And when the baby is out, I'm keeping the fucking cave."

"Bath?" Stolas at Blitz.

"Bath!" He responded.

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"Blitzy, with all my love in the world, are you sure of this?" Having already done what would be Blitz' reward for winning their challenge, Blitz had in turn thought up a new idea. Instead of a challenge, they would experience the more harsher aspects of imp society.

"Not gonna lie there babe. This aint pretty at fucking all. But it would be for the better if you know about it." Picking up his backpack filled with purpose picked tools and miscellaneous objects. Stolas had but shown nothing more than morbid curiosity at Blitz' repertoire of asorted items. With a set of wonder, he went through the backpack one last time, just to wonder. Why these items specifically?

The backpack of "Get out of jail free cards" as Blitz had called it, was filled with 5 water balloons filled with... honey?, a pink hammer, a jar of glitter, a broken hourglass (with sand slowly leaking into the backpack), a taxidermy fox (one of Octavias projects), plus a can of the cheapest deodorant. The cheaper, the better.

"Blitz... for all the cumulative knowledge I have gained through all of my life, I can for the life of me not understand the purpose of these items. I mean... the hourglass is leaking sand and is making a mess in the backpack. I've studied ancient relics with fewer mysteries than whatever this... collection is meant to achieve."

"The backpack is a surprise tool that will help us later." Closing the backpack and making his way to his now boyfriend. "What's cookin' good lookin'?" Donning a wide grin before placing a timid kiss on Stolas bottom lip. Sending the demon in question into a blushing shuffle.

First order of business; get to a museum. Not a royal one, but a museum none the less. Which, not by Blitz omission, was pretty fancy looking. Glancing at the concrete stairs leading to the entrance, one would be blind not to notice the golden accent colored railings, with the pearly white door frames.

"Ok babe, let me handle this one." Walking up to the reception area, Blitz had snatched 10 "wait in line" tickets. And after a hellish amount of time passed, the counter had reached Blitz first ticket number.

And by but a glance, the receptionist skipped to the next number in line, which had Blitz elbowing Stolas softly. "Here comes the fun part." He said with a wink, while walking up to the counter, yet again with his numbered ticket.

"Sorry sir, but it would seem the museum is fully booked at this time of day. Please do come visit our museum at less hustling time." Extra pressure on the 't', whilst upping the ticked counter.

Flashing yet another ticket. "Um, there aint anyone here. It's a 7 in the morning, no ones here. S'not even any sound." Readying his theater mode, just in case the receptionist would become sassy with them.

"My apologies sir, museum policy." Flatly toned reply was all a classic 'just go away' type hint.

"Well, as matter of fact, museum policy is written on the free pamphlet over at the entrance. With bold letters no less, it dictates 'no demon or sinner, old nor young, shall be denied the gift of education.' So you kinda have to let us in. I got all the money and then some." Blitz at a matter of faculty pointed out, which were met with a now looming glare.

"Imps are not allowed. Hellhounds maybe, but no imps. unless sent by official channels or working under the Ars Goitia. Now fuck out of my sight or I'll have security escort you out."

"Aight babe, don't wanna stand next to the slow-roasted, washed up, day old turkey."

"At least I'm not a bottom feeding leech who can't comprehend counting to more than 10." The receptionist spit back.

And with one quick arm linking later, they were back to the van. "That was... a rather uncomfortable conversation you had there. And let me be rather frank for the a moment. What the fuck was that all about?"

"Fucking asshole I tell ya that. But yeah, that's just how this shitty cookie crumbles." He mumbled with a long sigh while nuzzling his boyfriends knee. "Oh yea babe, wanna see a magic trick?" Flashing his characteristic bad boy smile, while guiding Stolas hand into his shirt pocket.

"Wait. Blitzy don't tell me." Stolas let out, feeling an all to familiar softness between his fingers. "Why do you have a feather from the receptionist?" Looking up, he was met with an almost child-like giddiness from Blitz, hands on his mouth to hide his smile.

"I forgot to tell you. I'm petty as fuck, and that fat bitch is gonna get it."

Blitz and Stolas strode up to a rather bland looking food stall. They were in one of the new food avenues located in Pentagram City. And fuck if the weather wasn't perfect. Perfect enough to lift their mood from the earlier imp-hating encounter.

"One number nin-"

"We don't serve imps here." A slim looking sinner of avian descent, with rather jagged or neglected looking feathers. Maybe lack of quality preening oil, one would assume. Donning an oversized apron with the name of his food stall imprinted on. "Hells Fine & dine."

Smirking at Stolas, Blitz simply continued. "One number nine please, and two chili cheese fries." Folding out his wallet to retrieve the necessary cost for the food.

"Again, we don't server imps. You're scaring the customers."

"What customers? You're blind or somethin'?" Blitz giving Stolas a smirking grin. "We are just two itsy bitsy imps. Less than harmless. Closer to simple playthings than anything really. So why do you say we scare your fucking customers away?"

"First of, you're entire fucking species is ugly as fuck. No one likes you. Imp City is the most run down ass crack of Hell anyone ever seen. Your soul so filthy not even god wants to look at you. There is a reason weak little bitches like you are not allowed to roam free outside of your little city and don't get me started on your business sense. No imp should run a business. It taints the whole economy. You're dirtying the air just by being here. The only place you belong is on a leash for rich assholes to play with."

"Aha aha. Tell me more. I'm sure you're human brain can come up with waaayyyy more excuses. Not that that means anything important down here." Blitz responded idly while cleaning his claws.

"Fuck off or I'll have to kill you." Pulling out a gun from underneath his apron.

"Ok big guy, we'll go. Say hi to the girlfriend, I'm sure she miss me." Flipping off the offending sinner, Blitz interlocked his arm with Stolas' and began running.

"That was a rather blatant disregard of your character, darling." Taking a glance at his lover, to the untrained eye, one would see a playful filled flashy grin. But to Stolas, all he could see was a broken imp in a broken society. "By the looks of his personal hygiene, I would rather abstain from his views."

"Let's go to a club. It's the last stop before we use the backpack."

"Seriously, 100 souls for a margarita?" Stolas asked the bartender.

"120 if you don't want me to spit in it too." The bartender, a rather fine looking hellhound replied.

"Is this more imp hate? I'm sorry if you haven't noticed yet, but we are of the same social status, dare I say." Pointing to the bartender. "Why are everyone against us? I don't fucking get it."

Leaning in closer to Stolas, The bartender whispered "You're barely worth your weight in piss. So fuck off or security will show you out, little pet."

"Blitz, I think we should show our self out of this rather shabby, and moldy, looking establishment."

Sitting in the van again, cheek in his palm, Stolas couldn't help but ponder. Why? Why this hate? Looking out of the window, he glanced at Blitz through the reflection. "Blitz..." Not really sure what to say.

"Wassup babe?"

"Did... Did me calling you "my impish plaything" make you feel like this?"

Taking a long inhale, all that would escape his mouth, was a simple, shaking "Yeah..."

Stolas swallowed a newly formed lump in his throat, clearing out his airways. The weight of that word hung thick in the van, like a morning fog on a cold summer day. Shifting a little uncomfortably in his seat. "I... I had no idea." He whispered.

Blitz let out a humorless chuckle. "You're a prince, Stols. And as you've seen, I'm just an imp."

Stolas closed his eyes, remembering the way he had once flaunted his power and status, never truly considering how it might have felt for Blitz to be on the other end of it. "I thought it was… playful. You didn’t seem to mind."

"Stolas. I'm an imp. A bottom feeder. I didn't know you back then. We've been together once before that day, and that was 20 years ago. I didn't have a choice than to do what you wanted. The 13th prince out of 50. What was I supposed to do? Say no and get my ass killed in the royal dungeon?"... "Sorry. It wasn't supposed to sound like that. It's just... You've seen how we're treated today. There was just not anything I could do against."

Stolas’s heart sank further as the realization hit him like a blow to the chest. "You… you were afraid... of me, weren’t you? Afraid I’d throw you aside if you pushed back." Letting out a long sigh, as if he had held his breath for a millennia.

With a glance of pride, he shook his head. "I wasn't afraid of you. I've lived through more shit than to be afraid of dying or getting torture. What I was afraid of was what could happen to my friends. Or worse, my little Loony Toony." Feeling a little too open, he pulled out a single cigarette from his front pocket. He slit it in his mouth and winked to Stolas, who snapped his fingers and the cigarette came alight.

"You don’t get to where I am without knowing how to play the game. And when someone like you wants to play with someone like me? I play along." He sighed, his voice dropping lower. "Didn’t mean I didn't liked it, though."

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Stolas looked down at his hands, guilt curling in his chest. "I never wanted you to feel like that. Not ever. Blitz, you mean more to me than that. You always have." Taking the half inhaled cigarette, that Blitz offered him with a slight smile. He looked out the window, his reflection staring back at him, so different from the proud prince he once was. "I never imagined the world could be so cruel."

"Welcome to the bottom, babe. Happy to have you, lol."

Stolas bit his lip, a wave of shame washing over him. He had been blind for so long, caught up in his own privileged bubble, while Blitz and imps like him suffered under a system that saw them as nothing. "I'm sorry," he whispered, voice tight with emotion. "I'm sorry I was part of that. That I hurt you like that."

"Stols, it's fine. You hurt me, yes. But you're learning. Just look at us now, you spat back at that hellhound earlier. That's progress and you have learned to respect my boundaries. Fuck, I learned to listen to you too. For the longest fucking time, I didn't look you in the eyes. I didn't even fucking care, but I do now. We're here now. And I got my stomach full of your kids, so we better be better, aight?" Leaning over to kiss Stolas on his ear. "I'm here, and you're here."

Letting out a small chuckle, Stolas leaned back over to Blitz, and placed a wet sounding kiss on his lovers cheek. "We're here."

"You know, I got an idea." Raising a brow and growing a wicked smile. "I got a feather from the dry ass turkey earlier, I got the drivers license from the sinner at the food stall and the bartenders wallet. I think our "friends" could use some vacation. Don't you think?"

Almost instantly grasping Blitz' idea, he couldn't help but grow a smile as sinister as Blitz'. "Some unplanned involuntary vacation time sound about right. So what's the plan?"

"I'm sorry I don't say this more often darling, but you're a genius."

Stolas sat in awe of the chaos unfolding before his eyes. In all of his life, to think such a simple plan could wreck this much havoc. Simply fantastic. Nothing less.

In front of the library, Blitz master plan was unfolding. A series of events and relatively easy planning sat into motion. And it all stemmed from a backpack.

Step one to get into the restricted section of the Goitian library. Step into the back alley of the building, where the most guards were situated and hide in the nearest trashcan. Open the lid to check if the coast is clear, and place the taxidermy fox in the middle of the alley.

Step two. Sprinkle the glitter on it, and draw a line of glitter from the fox to the window.

Step three. Spray the taxidermy fox with the cheap deodorant, and light it on fire. Wait for some guard to arrive at the sight, 'cause they're hellhounds, the can smell it from afar.

Step four. Throw the pink hammer through the closest window.

Step five. Throw the honey filled water balloons at the guards and RUN.

Blitz grabbed Stolas by the hand, yanking him forward as they darted through the alleyway toward the now shattered window. Behind them, chaos reigned. The guards outside were scrambling to douse the flaming taxidermy fox, now a smoldering, glitter-drenched spectacle, while inside, confusion erupted as the loud crash of Blitz's pink hammer had sent guards into a frantic search for the intruder. And now, covered in sticky honey from the water balloons, the guards were more focused on trying to clean themselves than looking for anyone sneaking in.

"Move it, feathers!" Blitz hissed under his breath, pulling Stolas closer as they reached the shattered window. They ducked through the jagged glass and into the library’s dimly lit corridors.

Stolas couldn’t help but look back for a moment, mouth slightly agape at the beautiful chaos. "Blitz, this is absolutely insane," he whispered, eyes wide, still processing the sheer absurdity of it all.

Blitz flashed him a toothy grin, clearly proud of his improvised masterpiece. "Told ya, babe. You gotta think outside the box. Or in this case, outside the flaming fox." He winked, brushing a bit of glitter from his arm as he surveyed the corridor. "Now c'mon, we ain't outta the woods yet."

The library was massive, its towering shelves packed with ancient tomes and forbidden scrolls, and the cool, quiet air within felt a world apart from the chaos outside. They could hear muffled shouts and panicked footsteps echoing through the building as guards continued to scramble, chasing false leads and trying to make sense of the mess.

Blitz, the professional that he is, when it came to sneaking into places he had no business being, motioned for Stolas to follow. They moved swiftly, darting between tall bookcases and keeping low to the ground. Stolas, still catching his breath, tried to focus on the task at hand, but his mind kept drifting back to how oddly exhilarating it felt to be sneaking into his own library, well, the Goetia family's, technically. It was ironic, to say the least.

They reached a large wooden door at the end of the corridor, engraved with arcane symbols that glowed faintly. Blitz stopped in front of it, glancing at Stolas with raised eyebrows. "This it?"

Stolas nodded, his gaze locked on the door. "Yes. The restricted section."

Blitz nodded, his fingers tracing over the lock for a moment before pulling out a small, but oddly shaped, lockpick from his belt. "Let's see what we’re dealing with here…"

Stolas watched Blitz work, marveling at how quickly he handled the intricate lock. It was a far cry from the reckless chaos outside. In moments like these, Stolas was reminded of how skilled Blitz truly was, beyond the bravado, the jokes and the snark, he was a professional in every sense of the word. With a soft click, the door creaked open, revealing the dimly lit chamber beyond.

"After you, pretty legs," Blitz said, stepping aside with a mock bow.

Stolas smirked, stepping past him and into the forbidden chamber. The air inside was heavier, thick with the scent of old parchment and magic. Rows of ancient scrolls and tomes lined the walls, many of them bound in materials that sent a shiver down Stolas’s spine. This was knowledge not meant for most eyes.

Blitz stepped in behind him, his usual swagger faltering slightly as he took in the room. "So, what exactly are we here for? Ancient demon cookbooks? Some spell to make your feathers extra shiny?"

Stolas chuckled softly, though there was a hint of nervousness in his voice. "Not quite. There’s a tome in here, one with a forbidden spell. A spell that even the Goetia aren’t supposed to access without special permission." His eyes scanned the shelves, their dim glow reflecting off the old, worn books. "But I need it. There’s something in there that can… help."

Blitz raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "Help with what?"

Stolas paused, his fingers brushing against the spine of a particularly old book. Glancing back to Blitz, with an amused grin. "Let's just say it's a 'get out of jail free card,' as you so call it."

Blitz's eyes softened for a moment, but he didn’t pry further. "Alright, then. Let's find your magic doodad and get the hell outta here before they realize they've been duped by a flaming fox and a line of glitter."

They moved deeper into the restricted section, searching the shelves for the specific tome Stolas needed. As they searched, the distant shouts of guards continued to echo through the library. Time was running out.

Finally, Stolas's eyes lit up as he spotted a large, black leather-bound stone tome with a silver outline. "There." he said, pulling it carefully from the shelf. The weight of it was substantial, and the power thrumming within the pages was palpable.

Blitz glanced at it, then back at Stolas. "That’s the one? It better be worth all this trouble."

Stolas nodded, clutching the book tightly. "It is. More than you know."

Blitz gave him a small grin, pulling him close as they made their way back toward the shattered window. "Then let’s blow this joint before someone decides to take that honey bath a little less kindly."

As they prepared to slip back out into the night, the chaos they had left behind slowly beginning to subside, Stolas couldn't help but glance at Blitz, a warm smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"Blitzy…" he whispered, glancing down at the book in his arms. "Thank you. For everything."

Blitz rolled his eyes, though there was a hint of a smile on his face. "Yeah, yeah, don't get all mushy on me again. Let's just get outta here before they realize how much of a genius I am." And before he forgot, he pulled out the feather and drivers license from before, and placing the feather at the door and the drivers license at the floor, right beneath were the tome used to sit.

"What about the wallet? Should we place evidence with that too?" Raising an eyebrow.

"Nah babe, I'll take you to a pretty shabby drive in I used to work at."

And with that, they disappeared into the vent above, leaving behind a library in disarray and a bond stronger than anything ever seen before.

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Stolas and Blitz was both back to their normal lives (somewhat). Stolas was back to his owl form and Blitz... Well he's still Blitz, and is still working too much, running on nothing but coffee and good luck. After they had stolen the tome, Stolas had it hidden in a subspace of his. No one but himself could get to it. Although, Blitz as curios as he is, did not get any information on it. That would have to wait for later.

But now, Blitz had woken up and vomited, violently, which worried Stolas to the point of forcing Blitz to the hospital, which meant it was serious. l. "Babe, Stols, pretty legs, bird brain. What do they mean there are THREEEEE?" Blitz was squirming in his hospital gown, and he was not happy. Not. At. All.

Running a gentle talon over Blitz knee, trying to calm him down. "Sshhh darling. They're simply telling you what they know." To say Stolas was nothing but elated, would be a lie. He was fucking ecstatic.

"Fuck stols, I'm gonna fuckin' die. I got three fuckin' lumps of whatever in me. INSIDE HERE." Pointing to his belly, that had significantly swollen since last month. "I'm fucking fat Stols. I should have fucking remembered the plan-B pills. The only fucking time I don't and I get knocked up. You told me it was twins. Now they're telling me there are three!"

Stolas's expression softened, and he reached out to gently grasp Blitz's wrists, holding them steady. "Hey, hey, calm down. We'll figure this out together, okay? You're not alone in this. And at the time, you were in such an early stage. Even though it was one of the more potent spells for pregnancy tests, it's still susceptible to errors." His voice was soothing, but Blitz wasn't having it.

"Alone? I'm already drowning, Stolas! And now you're telling me I've got three tiny whatever the fuck growing inside me? What if I mess up? I'm already a fucking shit parent towards Lonna, and you're telling me I I'm gonna be a good parent when Loona won't even let me inside her room? It's her safe space, and I'm not safe enough for her." Blitz exclaimed. Really not happy with the revelation. "So how the fuck am I gonna be good for them?"

The latest outburst earned him a concerned look from the prince. Standing up from his chair and crawling into the hospital bed, wrapping his feathery arms around Blitz. "Blitzyyy. Don't be like that." He said after giving him a kiss on Blitz insignia. "Didn't you tell me once that you wanted a big family?"

"Yeah, so what?" He exhaled at length while taking hold of Stolas hand. "I was drunk as fuck. But just because I want a big family doesn't mean I can manage a big family. And like, I don't know what to do with children. I got Loona when she was 17. Not like you, 'cause you had Octavia from when she was born." He pouted, still not believing he could do this.

"She's still your kid in every way that counts. You've given he a safe space and respected her choice not to let you into her room. And that's what makes you better than every single other parent out there." Running his hand over Blitz' forehead, kissing the base of his horns. "My dad certainly didn't care at all for my choices. And seeing you help me find Via when she portaled to Topside. Caring for her as if she were your own. "

Now, cradling Blitz' cheeks in his hands, moving his thumbs to force the smaller male to smile. "You're selling yourself short, Blitz." Stolas said, his voice filled with conviction. "You've always been a good parent to Loona, even if it's not in the traditional sense. And you've taken care of me and the rest of the I.M.P. crew like we're your own family. You have a heart of gold, Blitz."

Blitz snorted, rolling his eyes. "That's just because I'm a softie for strays," he muttered. 

Stolas chuckled, nuzzling Blitz's cheek with his beak. "Maybe that's true, but it's also because you care deeply about those around you. And that's what matters most when it comes to being a good parent." 

Blitz looked away, his eyes welling up with tears again. "I just don't want to mess this up, Stols. I don't want to be the one who screws up our kids' lives." 

Stolas wrapped his arms around Blitz tighter, holding him close. "You won't, Blitz. We'll figure it out together. And even if we make mistakes along the way, which is inevitable, we'll learn from them and move forward. That's what parents do." 

Blitz took a deep breath, feeling a small sense of calm wash over him. Maybe, just maybe, he could do this after all. 

But as he looked down at his swollen belly, he couldn't help but feel a wave of panic wash over him again. "Three, Stols. Three tiny implets are growing inside me right now. What if I'm not ready for this?" 

Stolas smiled softly and kissed Blitz's forehead. "You'll be ready, my love. We'll face whatever comes next together, as a team." Grinning from ear to ear. "What are implets?"

"It's a play on words, Stols." He chuckled. "I thought you were good with words. Implets, Stolas, it's a mix of implings and owlets. We could also call them owlings- hey don't look at me like that. I can do words. Remember, Moxxie s'been teaching me how to read."

And if that didn't make Stolas laugh, nothing would. "And you're doing so good with that." Scooping Blitz into his arms and standing up, Stolas made his way over to Blitz clothes and placed him down. "Now as little as that hospital gown leaves to the imagination, you would look better in your normal clothes."

And so, Stolas slid off the hospital gown from Blitz with practiced ease, much to the imps surprise. Although over the last month and a half, it had become a routine for Stolas. "You're simply dashing, my Blitzy." Stolas let out, running gentle talons over the protruding stomach. "And so ~round~." The action had Blitz in a neon light high-beam blush.

Stolas, the everloving boyfriend that he is, had not only measured Blitz body in meticulous detail, he had outright bought a whole clothing line of every type of maternity clothes. But do keep that private, Blitzy doesn't need to know. Everything from sweatpants to hoodies, all the way to corsets. Why corsets, one might ask? No one but Stolas knows. But Blitz working theory is that Stolas just likes dressing up his boyfriend. And at this point, Blitz was all for it.

But, in all true Blitz fashion, it felt... weird. He's in love with Stolas, they are boyfriends, and he can now be somewhat honest with himself for once. But there's just some nagging feeling in the back of his mind.

As Stolas helped him into a comfortable pair of maternity pants and a loose-fitting, oversized t-shirt, Blitz couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off. He looked at himself in the mirror, taking in the unfamiliar sight of his swollen belly. It was weird, but also kind of... exciting? He felt like he was getting to experience something new, something that not many people got to go through. Especially something he never thought he would go through.

But then there was Stolas, beaming with pride as he gazed at Blitz's reflection. "You look perfect, my love." he said, his eyes shining with adoration.

Blitz blushed again, feeling a warmth spread through his chest. He loved the way Stolas looked at him, like he was the most precious thing in the world. And maybe that's what was weird? Not the fact that he was growing three tiny lives inside him, but the fact that he felt so... seen by Stolas. So felt by Stolas.

He turned to face his boyfriend, taking in the sight of Stolas' gentle smile and sparkling eyes. "You're really happy about this, aren't you?" Blitz asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Stolas nodded, his grin growing ever wider. "I'm over the moon, Blitzy." He said, pulling him into a tight hug. "We're going to be parents together. Can you think of anything more wonderful than that? And if you feel out of your depth, then I'm here to hold you."

Blitz felt a lump form in his throat as he wrapped his arms around Stolas' waist. He couldn't think of anything more wonderful than this. Being with the person he loved, growing a family together... it was all so surreal, but also kind of perfect.  A little too perfect.

And then there was that nagging feeling again, poking at the back of his mind like a tiny pinprick. What if he wasn't ready for this? What if he messed everything up? It certainly wouldn't be the first time he'd fucked up anything or anyone. Far from the first.

Stolas must have sensed his unease, because he pulled back and looked Blitz straight in the eye. "Hey, what's wrong?" he asked, his voice soft with concern.

Blitz hesitated, unsure of how to articulate his doubts. But Stolas' gentle gaze put him at ease, and he found himself trying to open up about his fears and worries. He would still be hesitant to share his thoughts, for who even needs to hear what he has to say. But with all of the conversations he'd had with Stolas about this habit of his... He felt that not being open, especially with this, would disappoint Stolas more than if he'd keep it a secret.

"I don't really know, I guess?" Pulling at Stolas sleeves, as a signal to be picked up, to which Stolas happily complies. "I- it just feels... I don't know. I love you, ok? But every time I'm in a relationship, it goes to shit. Even if it looks like it's going good. So I'm not fucking sure what's wrong. Or if there is anything wrong. I like this, don't get it twisted. I just-"

"Feel like it could be pulled away from you at any moment?" Stolas finished Blitz' sentence, almost as if reading his mind. Shifting Blitz in his arms so they could see eye to eye. "Blitz, I understand why you're like this. You've been through more, doing your 30 years of life, than anyone should ever have experienced in their whole lifetime." He sighed. "So please, please Blitz, don't stress too much about it."

"Let's... just go home an' watch some trash TV, okay?" Came a flat reply.

"The fuck? That's not even how- Why do they do this Stols? The guns are fucking wrong. She shot 30 times without reloading. That's bullshit as fuck." Blitz exclaimed, stuffing another handful of popcorn in his mouth. He was sitting in Stolas lap, his left cheek deeply buried in Stolas plumage, while watching the latest episode of Hella Novella. Blitz had though of taking a few clients today, but the hospital visit alone had drained him completely.

Stolas was keenly aware of this quirk of his boyfriend. And nothing in the universe would stop him from doing everything to help Blitz. Be it words of reassurance or endless gently kisses. He would do it all. And today, Blitz just wanted to watch some TV, not really sure what to watch, but just something, to which Stolas had gladly pulled up Hella Novella. His favorite show. "How is it going with finding that Striker friend of yours?"

Blitz, caught of guard, coughed out the half eaten popcorn. "The fuck?" Looking a little disheveled. "Stols, he aint my friend, ok? We're actively trying to kill him. Please tell me you don't actually think we're friends, because we're fucking not." Blitz bit back. There had been a time when Blitz had offered Striker to work for him. Yes. Once. But now he's very happy that Striker never took up that opportunity.

And Blitz especially regrets even offering the job in the first place. Not only is Striker a manipulating cunt, he's slimy as fuck and would ditch you at the drop of a pin. Or well in this case, a bag of money. But don't get him wrong. Back then, he wouldn't care what Striker would be up to. It's none of his business to be in the business of others. He'd learnt that the hard way. But now we're talking about someone who tried to kill his boyfriend. So yes, he's absolutely trying to be in the business of others, this time.

"Sorry darling. It's just that you're both assassins. And that you once offered him a job. So I honestly thought that you two might be friends." Stolas replied, taking a handful of popcorn, and stuffing them into Blitz' mouth, replacing the ones he spit out. "I'm just a bit thick headed. Just be a little patient with me, love. You know I'm a bit slow when it's about relationships and social norms." Taking yet again a handful of popcorn, and stuffing them into Blitz' mouth, to Blitz' confusion.

Not wanting to lower his walls anymore today, he decided to shift the wall-lowering over to Stolas instead. "How's the divorce? Stella still want the palace and Octavia?" He asked, earning him an audible grunt from the owl. And being the considerate boyfriend that he is, Blitz stuffed a handful of popcorn into Stolas mouth. Be it out of pettiness or because Stolas hadn't had any yet, who knows.

"Thanks darling, but it's not me that's eating for four demons." letting out yet another audibly sigh, Stolas pondered about the question. How did it go? Like, how did it really go? "It's going... Yeah, let's just say it's going." And it wasn't a lie. It really is going. He might be short-selling it a bit. But he was now getting help from Vassago. And truth be told, Stolas wouldn't want anyone else to help than him. Not only is he thorough and meticulous through the whole proceeding, he was also consistent. Every single time.

Always helping with the little things, always having eye for detail and always checking in with the offending party's lawyers. And not to forget, he's handsome. Extremely so, even.

Not only had Vassago a background in multiple underground scenes, he had also an informant, having eyes on a multitude of assassins. Excluding Blitz, because they were technically not killing sinners or hellborn, so nothing strictly 'illegal' was going on.

"Oh yeah, I almost forgot. I have a defendant now. His name is Vassago and he has been helping with sorting out all of the complications. And trust me, Stella and her lawyers has been sending me bogus claims and "evidence", if one could even call it that. They are sending me crap, in hopes that I won't find or understand the link between the actual information." He let out a sigh, stuffing Blitz yet, yet again with popcorn. "Please grow us big and strong kids, Blitzy." Earning him a frowning blush.

"How's he like?" Blitz asked, after having swallowed all the popcorn, genuinely interested in the divorce proceedings.

Stolas' expression softened slightly as he thought about Vassago. "He's... quite something, actually. Very charming and charismatic. I think you'd really like him, Blitz." He said with a hint of a smile.

Blitz raised an eyebrow, intrigued by Stolas' tone. "Huh? What makes you think that? If he's just another stuck up rich asshole, then I don't think I will."

Stolas chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Well, for one thing, he's got a great sense of humor. Always making jokes and lightening the mood, even in the most tense situations. And he's very... colorful, let's say. Has a bit of a wild streak, but it's endearing."

Leaning up against Stolas, Blitz exhaled at length. "I don't think that's enough babe."

Just then, Stolas' expression turned thoughtful. "You know, Blitz, I think it's interesting that Vassago often mentions working with... 'Hidden Eye'? I think he called it".

Blitz' eyes widened in surprise, and he let out a low whistle. "Aint no fucking way?!? That's one of Mox' companies." He nearly shouted, which gave Stolas a slight jolt. "Sorry, just got a lil' excited for a sec."

Stolas raised an eyebrow. "Really? Moxxie must be really overworked then. Hey wait a minute. Why does he hav- You know what, never mind. I don't know how you guys do it, but every time I look into someone, or anything really, either you or your friends seem to have some sort of connection to it." Stolas said in a perplexed tone. Not really a surprised tone. Just thoughtful. He really could have just gone through Moxxie to got all of the information they now had, and Vassago didn't have had to go to such length to even find a reputable investigation company. Oh well, Vassago is rich anyway, but that doesn't make up for lost time.

Blitz nodded. a proud grin spread through his features. "Yeah, Mox started it 'cause we were stupid close to shutting down I.M.P. On paper, it's a sister company, but Mox is the one who runs it, since he was the one to found it." Smiling at the memory, and through his whole facade, Blitz was really proud of Moxxie. He wouldn't show it, just yet, but he was really fucking happy with Moxxie.

"We, or well, Moxxie really. He mostly takes requests from sinners." He looked up at the ceiling, trying to remember the clients. "Sometimes we take requests from the Goetia. We also signed a contract with a human once, no idea where he came from though. Oh, and the odd 'Morning Star' jobs from time to time. But I can't say more or else I'll be killed on the fucking spot." He chuckled. "Yep, signed a contract with the big guy. Whole reason I.M.P is in the green."

Stolas, eyes wide as plates, could do nothing but look in utter bewilderment at his boyfriend. Fucking contracts with Lucifer of all demons. "Well, if he has contracts with you guys, then I have 100 percent faith in Moxxies abilities as a private investigator." He exhaled, now feeling too tired for anything. That revelation really punch everything out of him.

"But if he's a customer at Hidden Eye, then I'll trust Vassago. Between you and me, it's not only the targets that gets investigated, so don't worry, Vassago is clean."

Stolas hesitated for a moment before responding. "I have a feeling you two would work really well together. Including Moxxie, you would make a powerhouse of a team I'm sure."