This... This Was Lucifer? The Real Lucifer? The Actual--

This... this was Lucifer? The real Lucifer? The actual--

Fuck.

Blitzo's jaw dropped. He had just raised a hand to interject something when the man turned into a horse (and what a beautiful horse; all horses were perfect in Blitzo's eye, but that one was Perfect) with a snap of his fingers, and now the imp's hand fell back to his side very, very slowly, stunned. Because that hadn't just been casual shapeshifting. There was power there, real power, power that sizzled and crackled and left a tang on the air, that left no doubt about who or what this stranger was.

Running was probably a very good idea.

Maybe the only idea.

Blitzo was extremely tempted to do so, and even tensed up as he came out of his shock, preparing to do just that--but he stopped himself. If he ran now, when was he going to get another chance like this? To actually hang out with Lucifer? Who, as it turned out, was charismatic, friendly, intimidating, and a whole entire dangerous package all rolled up into one delightful little man? A delightful little man who could become a horse?

It was too late. Blitzo was already charmed. Hooked. Maybe enamored. Definitely going to get himself into hot water.

But, of course, he tried to play it cool. "Yeah," he said, and scratched at one of his horns way too casually, "I mean, sure. If you're offering, I uh, wouldn't mind spending some quality time with the biggest Daaaa-aaa..." Nope. No. Do Not. Do Fucking Not Call Lucifer Daddy. "Damned good um, leader. Like yourself."

Fuck. This was a train wreck. Not wanting to lose the opportunity, Blitzo put on a big grin and offered his hand.

"Let's try this again. Hi. I'm Blitzo, the O is silent. And I'd love to spend some time together. Working on any new creations or torments you'd like to show a big fan?"

It took a moment for Lucifer to register what Blitzo had said, but all of the sudden he doubled over laughing. "I can assure you that i'm the real thing, if there were any imposters you'd bet your ass I would have killed them already!"

With a snap of his fingers the demon turned himself into a beautiful horse.. minus the top hat before returning to his normal form.

"Buut if you do need a place to crash for a bit i'm sure I could find extra room somewhere." Lucifer was actually just avoid any of his responsibilities at the moment so in his mind this might just give him more time to shirk his duties.

"I don't exactly explore hell as much as I used to."

"Oh, uh. Thanks," Blitzo said, trying not to look or sound too skeptical as this person helped him up off the ground. Just because he'd been kicked out of a passing van didn't mean he needed help, did it? But he didn't want to be rude...

Well, no. He did kind of want to be rude, because he was cranky, but that wasn't this little guy's fault.

The imp let go of the stranger's hand as quickly as he could once on his feet, then brushed himself off and pulled some wet newspaper off of his head. He made a face and tossed it aside, then looked back at the guy helping him out--and grinned.

"Well you're a cutie. Nice cosplay, by the way. Lucifer, am I right? Does the big guy know there's someone out here dressed up like him? I actually already have a home here, but hey, if you're offering someplace to crash, I could stand to lie low for a few days."

"Welcome! Make yourself at home because you're about to spend eternity here!"

Sure, he was the "devil" but he didn't seem to bad right?

"Here, let me help you up!" Lucifer offered a hand, grin creeping up on his face.

"Be myself. Right. I don't know if you've noticed, Fizz, but myself? Kind of sucks." Blitz sighed and ran a hand over one of his horns, then shoved both hands into his pockets instead, not wanting to look so insecure.

"Thanks, though. I mean it. You're a good friend, and this talk... it means a lot. But hey, enough about my mopey bullshit." He would probably spontaneously combust if they stayed focused on his emotions anymore, so why not turn the focus onto Fizz? "What comes next for you and Ozzy? Like--you two already live together, right? You going to get married? Adopt a kid? All of... all of that?" Blitzo searched his sweet friend's precious face. "Cause I uh, I could see you two being pretty good parents. Loving. Really loving. Some lucky kid whose parents are gone.. they'd be winning the jackpot to get you two."

It's not like Fizz didn't want to be part of the conversation. It's just he hasn't been part of anything this messy in a long time. If anything Fizz really wanted to work things out with Blitz, for all times sake. For all the lost time sake. They did manage to talk a little bit back at the warehouse while dodging all the bad guys but there was still so much left to be said. But it gave a foundation for them to talk and start building everything up again.

Fizz was listening when Blitz finally spoke up, fixing his gaze at the other imp. The words hurt, Fizz could feel them slashing him internally. The think of Blitz even thinking he wouldn't deserve to be in Fizz's life was ridiculous. Not that he wasn't proud of being the most well known person in all across Hell, but he was still a humble imp who didn't think so all mighty of himself. Slowly he unwrapped his tail wile looking at Blitz with sad and concerned expression on his face. He took few steps closer.

"I have no idea where's you even come up with all that. If it was for me you'd have been in my life the whole time. Like I get you, the feeling is mutual. You were the only person who actually cared about me and having you in my life was the best thing ever!" Fizz wanted to just charge at Blitz and hug him. But he fought back for now. "We all fuck up, this is hell. If anyone is living a life without fucking something up they shouldn't be here. But we already talked about this. It was an accident, you didn't do it on purpose. Can you please, please just cut yourself some slack there. I'm not mad at you for what happened, and never will be again" yes he had been carrying the grudge for vain for the past 15 years. He knew Blitz didn't do it on purpose. The people who kept them apart were the ones on Fizz's list of anger. They'll get what they deserve.

"You are already doing it, Blitz. Just talking to me about this issue. Wanting to get things clear between us... I say you are up for a good start" there was a reassuring smile on Fizz's face as he slowly reached out to place hand on Blitz's shoulder. "I don't know why have you been hiding from your friends tho, is there any reasons for that?"

And then Oz was brought up and Fizz was visibly more shy about it. "Well you know, things tend to just happen. I didn't care about him for the first time we met, thanks to Mammon. He became a business partner and slowly I started seeing him in a different way and-.. you know, here we are. You really can't plan these things. Don't really know if I was helping you out with this matter" Fizz scratched his upper arm in awkward manner as he looked at Blitz. A small smile found it's way on the jesters face.

"Just be yourself, okay? I myself like you better this way" not that Fizz didn't like the sassy and smug side of Blitz, oh no he did quite enjoy Blitz all the way he wanted to act. But seeing him opening up with a difficult subject like this, it just warmed the jesters little heart.

"Why yes, yes I am, beautiful," Blitzo replied without missing a beat. "I'm Blitzo. The O is silent--but for you," he purred, twining his tail loosely up Asmodeus's leg, "I could make an exception to that rule."

Totally acceptable pickup line, right?

He had been looking around for his mark, and for a second there was sure he'd spotted them, but then the big dang chicken was there. Tall, muscular, feathery, flaming, fuck, what was there not to love? And he even smelled good. God damn it. Of course Asmodeus was stupidly attractive, the imp knew, but knowing absolutely did not equate to experiencing that first hand...

Maybe the murder could wait a while. It wasn't time-sensitive, from what he understood, it was just petty. Why not focus on this handsome chunk of artwork standing in front of him?

"So. Nice party. Good speech up there. You've got a really masterful presence. Really good at captivating attention--you've certainly got mine, Daddy."

@doublejango closed starter

Throughout this entire day he felt nothing but stressed, getting ready for the launch party that was tonight. Asmodeus got up early that morning to be able to start getting things ready to go. He had a lot to do today. Now that it was getting closer to the party he felt like he could finally relax a little. Everything had already been checked on to make sure it was good to go, so he shouldn't have to worry about anything going wrong.

After getting dressed up, he was ready to head out to the party. He was in an outfit that hid some of his hair, looking a little bit more laid back and casual. As he arrived, he noticed that people were starting to flood in. A smile on his face as he already began to make his rounds amongst the others. Thanking them for coming.

Eventually he made his way up to the podium so that he could give his speech. After that was finished, people were free to continue to dance and have a good time. While making his way down from the stage, he wasn't expecting to run into a familiar imp. "Oh, you're um Blitz right?" Asmodeus asked as he looked down at the other. He remembered hearing that name from his business partner.

"Oh, I definitely could take you," Blitzo snorted, confident in that at least. "I might be a little drunk, but whoever you are, I'm definitely still sober enough to make you regret sinning." He pushed his empty glass aside--ugh, that shit really was awful--and eyed the sticky residue left behind with disgusted doubt, but then turned his attention back to the sinner.

For whatever unholy reason, this jackass seemed like he didn't want to take advantage of Blitzo's intoxicated invitation, which was disappointingly decent of him. Decent people in Hell were few and far between, and they always made Blitzo feel a little more disappointed with himself. So, frowning, he folded his arms and leaned back. "We can go find out. Kick each other's asses til neither of us can walk home. What's uh, your deal though? I mean you're obviously a sinner, so I assume you're some kind of trash. In which case, welcome to the fucking club. Trash, not sinners, I'm obviously not--anyway. I'm Blitzo. The O is silent." He offered his hand across the table.

"What the fuck, dude."

Adam had dealt with some pretty crass interactions between himself and Lute, and of course coming down to Hell had made it more frequent. But Blitzo talking a mile a minute barely gave Adam time to register what was being spouted at him.

It did make him reconsider his drink, sliding it to the side to abandon.

"First of all, I'm not gonna fuck you, gross." A drunk imp who was clearly not alright in the head was not his idea of a fun time, even in his more sadistic moments. "Second of all, do you really think you could l take my ass in a fight??"

Honestly, Adam wasn't against the fighting bit, but it would be kinda lame to have the dude pass the fuck out before he could even get a proper hit on him.

.... Would make taking his wallet easier though.

The energy radiating through Moxxie was enough to make Blitz notice, to snap him out of staring in awe and horror at the fire, and so he looked over right before Moxxie grabbed him with his tail. Being tugged around made Blitz grunt, but he didn't resist. He also didn't let it happen again; instinctively protective, he put a hand on Moxxie's shoulder and squeezed, gentle but firm, still looking around.

"We can definitely hotwire a car," Blitz agreed, "but I don't know that trying to drive out of this is going to do us a fuckton of good." The fire was going to take the road below. Sure, the dirt wouldn't burn, but the trees coming down over it... Blitz swallowed hard, actually feeling sick, and he also looked over his shoulder towards where the humans were asleep. There were so fucking many of them, and most of them hadn't done anything. If they burned--

If they burned...

If more people burned to death because of him--

It won't be my fault. We didn't start the fire. Not warning them isn't the same as killing them. It's not!

But it would feel the same.

The hand on Moxxie's shoulder went cold. Blitz's entire body did, the imp's shock response, one thing he couldn't help. He tried to keep his expression calm though, and he shook himself out of it. If they let these humans die, it would fuck him up in ways he might not be able to handle. And for Moxxie, who actually had a good fucking heart, to do nothing when he could be saving lives?

"Moxx. Remember the lake?" Blitz pointed towards where a trail led down from camp. It wasn't far, only about a mile, but at night, with fire always coming closer, people might panic... That mile might be endless. But shit. They had to try. There were already trees coming down across the road, far below--the humans weren't going to get out that way.

He turned Moxxie around to look at him, meeting his eyes.

"Moxxie. I need you to go wait at the trailhead," he said, hands squeezing a little at Moxxie's arms, eyes serious, voice calm. "I'm going to wake people up and send them to you. You make them go down that trail. Tell them not to stop 'til they get to the lake. There's a sandy beach around it, and if they stand in the water, they should be fine. If anyone tries to hurt you--don't let them. And the fucking second you feel like the trees are getting dangerous here, you run down that trail and get your ass to the lake too, alright? Don't wait for me. I'll be right behind you."

Moxxie scrambled outside with Blitzo when he sensed the fire as well, tripping once but pushing himself back up. He had also assumed it to be a campfire or something but then it had gone on for suspiciously long and was far too permeating. Now he wondered how he could have missed the fact that the forest was on fire.

“It’s a wildfire!” he exclaimed. “Agh– crumbs. This is going to get worse before it gets better–”

The fire might not burn them but falling trees and other hazards easily could.

He looked around for quick methods of escape or shelter. Going underground until the fire subsided might be the best option if they could. But where was a bomb shelter or cave they could even use? And all the vehicles around were parked and locked. Unless they were willing to risk tumbling down the side of the mountain breaking several bones, they were going to have to think outside of the box.”

“Blitz, do you could help me hotwire one of those cars? We need to get out of the way of these falling trees and…” he noticed one burning tree in particular and dodged to the side as it fell, even if it was some ways away, his hypervigilance made him jumpy, his tail grabbed his boss by instinct too, to jerk him with him along with him. “All the gasoline from the cars! And–” he took deep breaths to stop himself from panicking but choked on the fire’s smoke as he did so. He tried to self-soothe, telling himself Blitzo was there so the situation would be under control. He knew he could hotwire a car again if his boss was there to tell him to do it. It was just taking the first steps that made it nerve-wracking. But something else was nagging in the back of his mind. He couldn’t stop thinking about all the sinners’ children who had been playing up here who must be sleeping right now while the fire raged. Still, he waited for some kind of instruction, not wanting to fuck a bad situation up even more.