Blitzo Hadn't Entirely Been Listening As Moxxie Rambled On. His Eyes Had Gone Half-closed And He'd Sort

Blitzo hadn't entirely been listening as Moxxie rambled on. His eyes had gone half-closed and he'd sort of slumped over into a more comfortable--if undignified--lean. He enjoyed the sound of Moxxie's voice. Even as shrill as it could sometimes get, there was something perpetually reassuring about Moxxie. The more he babbled on, the better things usually were.

And so at that sudden mid-sentence silence? Blitzo's eyes had opened wide and he had frozen, spray paint in one hand, going just as perfectly still as Moxxie was--

Until Moxxie spat it out. A spider? Huh. Blitzo turned his face up and grinned at the spider. "Fuck, Moxxie, inside voices, huh?

"A brown recluse? Is that even an okay thing to say? Sounds a little racist if you ask me. Really, Mox, you gotta come up with better names for these things. Like, this could be a Betty. Don't you think? She looks like a Betty. Actually--yeah. I've dated a Betty. And she does look just like them." As he chatted, he reached up and took hold of the spider's silk thread, breaking it. As the spider dangled, he held the strand of silk carefully, trying not to jostle her. Easy enough to just crush a spider, but fuck. She was alive, wasn't she? Why take that away? Wasn't like they were getting paid for it, and she wasn't some awful human--just some terrifying monster, ugly to most, born into a role she didn't ask for and couldn't change.

Not that Blitzo empathized. Really. Pffff....

With more care than he usually bothered to show to anyone--at all, ever--Blitzo put the spider on one of the nearby shelves, settling her down on a coil of rope.

"There you go, pretty. Fuck off." He brushed his hands off and settled back into where he'd been sitting, then looked over at Moxxie with the kind of grin that promised he was about to be insufferable. While he could say something sincere, like "you're right, there are better games to play; we played the Truth side of Truth or Dare way too much that time we were drugged," he went with:

"I spy, with my little eye, an imp who loooooves me. Don't even deny it, Moxxie. You love me. You don't want me to get bitten by a spider. You know what? Sometimes, I think I see what Millie sees in you."

After their target went down without a hitch, it had been nice to see that the resort was full of what appeared to be harmless, happy sinners. Some maybe even future ‘winners.’ And their children. Moxxie could never bring himself to think of human children as sinners or winners. But the imps had to hide. Lest they be thrown around again or mistaken for aliens or woodland critters.

Blitzo’s words interrupted Moxxie’s introspection. He stopped clicking the fidget toy he had and pocketed it, not wanting to annoy his boss with the sound.

“A g-game? Oh, to pass the time? Right– Not a bad idea. Ha,” he kept his worries about what might be the hold up with the portal to himself. With Millie out sick today his usual emotional support anchor was not there. He had to self-regulate.

“Maybe not so much…Truth or Dare, though,” he gestured. “Don’t think there’s much we can dare each other to do in our situation anyways. Something like ‘I Spy’ or ‘Would You Rather’? You know, um. Less action –” he froze, petrified in what looked like abject terror.

The little spider lowering itself on a web just above Blitzo seemed to cause Moxxie to lock up.

“Blitz– Be Careful!! It might be a BROWN RECLUSE!” he whispered. Or attempted to whisper. It was one of those attempts that ended up making the speaker louder than their usual voice. And with Moxxie’s already boyish timbre, he was practically squeaking. He was not scampering away though, instead gesturing above Blitzo’s head frantically so Blitzo could see. With Blitzo in danger of being bit, he would not disappear. Not yet, anyways. As soon as that particular spider was gone, that was a different story. 

for @moonlightsdew -- okay, this is probably going to end in tears, buuuuut... starter for Adam! Because Adam and Blitzo? What could possibly go wrong!

After a thoroughly shitty week at I.M.P, Blitzo was done. He was done, he was cranky, and while he probably could just go hide at home, drink, and not worry about anything, he wasn't in the mood for that. (Anymore. He had definitely gotten a start on the booze and, unfortunately, didn't let anyone know he was going out). Why worry? Everything was garbage. Life was pointless when you were just born to be an evil waste of space, and Stolas didn't love him, and Fizzie was so strong and good but not by choice, and Moxxie and Millie were just too precious for Hell and--

Why sit at home and cry when you could go out on the streets and cause problems on purpose?

Which was exactly what he was doing. But after picking a series of fights, he knew he was too sober: he won the fights and was able to walk away. He definitely needed to find some shitty little dark hole to hide in where he could get drunk enough to get his ass kicked, because this wasn't working. So, a little bruised and battered but unfortunately no worse for the wear, feeling bitchy and pissy and sorry for himself, Blitzo stalked into a sad little drinking den. Definitely not a speakeasy--those tended to have some level of class--this was the kind of place one never took their friends to, and sure as fuck didn't admit to knowing about--a place for losers and monsters.

And right now, he felt like both.

After getting a shot of some crappy liquor claiming to 'taste just like Valentino's Venom!', because who didn't want to suck moth face, the imp went over to one of the two sticky, cramped, pathetic little booths in the corner. There was another guy there, someone just radiating leave-me-alone energy, or so Blitzo interpreted him... which meant he absolutely had to fuck with him.

"You look like you suck," he said, sliding in to sit across from Adam. Er, attempting to slide. "Fuck, why are these seats so sticky?"

I really appreciate that even though Blitzo hated the musical Cats!, he still owns a Rum Tum Tugger costume. Presumably this is all for sweet Moxxie and how much they love him. Dammit, I love these precious imps!

Blitzo had to actually fight a laugh on that one, absolutely grinning. "You know me too well, Mox. Just don't go telling any of the clients, huh? Humans are dumb little pissy bitches, but animals? Nothing wrong with them."

Right as he stopped speaking, they could hear a car driving past with two loud, angry Americans yelling at each other about something that sounded shitty and transphobic. Blitzo rolled his eyes and resisted the urge to reach for his gun. They'd already killed their mark, all they had to do was wait. Law enforcement was gone, Loona would open the portal any time now--any time now, right?--and they'd go home and this would all be over.

Still, since Moxxie had confided in him about the spiders, and he had to do something to pass the time, Blitzo got up. He thoroughly checked over a bucket, inside and out and under the lip, to make sure there weren't any spiders, then carefully cleared out one corner, brushing away any debris, making sure there was nowhere for a spider to easily creep up on Moxxie, before setting the bucket upside down for him to sit on. "I'll keep an eye on you," he promised.

And he did. If any spiders wandered towards Mox, Blitzo shooed them away. It was something to do, totally not because he cared or anything.

But as the hours passed, he started getting more grumbly. What the fuck was taking so long? It was getting dark out there, at least, so they could escape soon. But it was also getting windy. Really fuckin' windy. Hot, dry, windy, up in a pine forest. It didn't occur to Blitzo at all what might happen--not until something changed subtly about a smokey smell on the air. He'd been assuming it was campfires, but the smell of the smoke started to get a little dirtier almost. Frowning, he raised an eyebrow at Moxxie and nodded to the shed door, then let himself out.

He didn't see anything at first, but when he walked out farther...

"Holy shit, Moxxie..." Blitzo's eyes widened and his jaw dropped. The humans had gone to bed, all throughout the camp they were quiet, tucked away in their RVs and their cabins, but the forest hadn't. Sometime during the day, there must have been a spark somewhere out in that forest. Because now?

There were flames.

Not roaring. Not yet. But fire was stretching out all across the mountains. It had already cut off the road down below the camp--the only road--and it seemed to be reaching up. Crawling up the mountains, coming up towards them. Whenever the wind surged, the flames blazed hotter, moved faster. The fire wouldn't hurt them...

Blitzo's tail drooped to the ground as he just stared at this massive conflagration, stretching out all around them. A disaster in the making.

"Moxxie... What the fuck is this...?"

Moxxie had all but ducked low to the ground to paste himself as far away from the spider as possible but still not abandon Blitzo there with a terrible, poisonous monster of his nightmares. So when Blitzo’s reaction was so calm– gentle even– Moxxie could only watch in wonder for a moment, half lying on his side, curled up, blinking. But as he pulled himself up and resumed a less ‘irregular’ imp posture and watched, the stunned expression tipped into a smile at seeing Blitzo react so gently to an animal most people would have squished without a second thought. 

It took him a second to catch his breath but he had his wits back about him again. 

“...they creep me out…” he huffed, a noise like a baby goat trying to sound tough.

And then at Blitzo’s jab rolled his eyes. He wasn’t sure what was more annoying, that Blitzo seemed to think the notion would annoy Moxxie or that it was treated like a revelation. Outside of work, had they been friends without a business running together, he might have asked Blitzo why that would be such a surprise. But it was work and such a thing was meant to get under his skin, and he knew it–

“Oh yeah, well–” he thought but it only took a minute to retort, “I spy with my little eye an imp who has a soft spot for animals. Would probably even save a kitten from a tree when nobody was looking.”

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."

"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.