Oh Shit, They Really Fucked His Friend Up. Blitzo Took In Fizz's Injuries, Already Trying To Figure Out

Oh shit, they really fucked his friend up. Blitzo took in Fizz's injuries, already trying to figure out how to fix them, how to help him, despite being chained up and battered himself. Who knew why the fuck he was here, but Fizz? Looking at how roughed up the former clown was, Blitzo was willing to bet this was something fucking personal. Someone had beef with Fizzie and really, really took it out on him. Blitzo scooted closer too, and sent his tail wrapping up around Fizz as reassuringly as he could. "Here, wipe your forehead on my shoulder so all that blood doesn't get in your eye," he said, trying to sound calm, trying not to fucking worry. Why? Why Fizzie? This bastard never did anything wrong to anyone, so why was he here? Blitzo was going to absolutely destroy whoever had done this to him. There was exactly one pure love in Hell, and that belonged to Fizzarolli and Asmodeus.

"Whatever sick sons of bitches did this, Fizz, we're gonna fuck 'em up. Are you okay? How--how bad does it all hurt? Where does it all hurt?"

He can hardly feel Blitz’s attempts in waking him up before a particular nudge has the imp groaning as he slowly comes to his senses. Everything is pounding and sore, he didn’t do anything that would lead to him feeling like that. Slowly opening his eyes he squints slightly as he tries to take in his surroundings, he was just walking his girls where the hell even was he?! Nose scrunching he takes in that familiar scent as He senses Blitz near by. He hears his voice ringing in his ears too. His head hurts too much to really concentrate right now.

Slowly rolling over onto his back he looks down seeing his arms and legs were taped up. Not again. He sighs before slowly sitting up. Bells jingling as he feels his head spinning.

“Blitz?” He mutters looking to him. It’s hard to keep his eyes open, probably because of the cut that’s bleeding on his head. Seems they were a bit more rough with the jester than Blitz.

“Where are we?” He blinks making a face as the blood rolls down close to his eye. He already misses Oz, he wants to go home. He can’t help but scoot closer to the other imo, his tail wrapping around him out of habit. All while leaning on him slightly just to be close to someone familiar.

When Lucifer's grin took on that sharper edge, his eyes a more dangerous glint, Blitzo stepped closer. Because, you know, he was smart that way. Lucifer was magnetic, and while Blitzo usually had a pretty healthy desire to keep himself at least relatively safe, was there even any point in trying to resist this guy? Lucifer was their king. The very damned reason any of them even existed. And he was hot--that grip of his, that promise that he could crush Blitzo like an eggshell and not even notice, that was nice. It all added up to a problem Blitzo was going to try and ignore... but then again, he'd never claimed to be anything but thirsty trash.

This guy was the bee's knees--

So why did he seem awkward, maybe even a little bit ashamed, about this passion project? He was literally carrying the rubber ducky around with him. There was no way he didn't love that little thing. It was great! A rubber duck that spat aside? Talk about chaos in a cute, compact little bundle. Blitzo started to grin one of his more devilish, delighted little grins, before a sadder thought crossed his mind.

Why?

Why was Lucifer doing this? And why was he just out on the street alone? Why wasn't this guy surrounded in adoring fans, letting them stoke his pride?

"I'll trade you," he offered, and pulled out a little horse figurine. Just plastic, no acid or flames about it, and he loved the damn thing. But fuck, Lucifer seemed like he really needed attention, and sharing toys, making trades, that was a good way to start a friendship, right? A friendship doomed to fail, Blitzo thought, knowing his own propensity for self-destruction, but damn it, he wanted to try. So, he held the horse out on his palm, meeting Lucifer's eyes with a surprising (for him) amount of sincerity in his own. "You know. If you want. I kind of love horses. But that duck? Now that is cool."

Lucifer was ever entertained by their entire interaction so far, the grin on his face maybe just a tad sinister than before but it was still inviting more or less.

He'd never heard of Blitzo, though he was actually excited to get to know him, possibly make a friend that wasn't someone his daughter thought he'd get along with.

"So glad to meet you too! And no need to ever be formal with me either, Lucifer is just fine." He winked shaking Blitzo's hand, even though he was small he had one hell of a grip.

"I do have something!" His eyes lit up but then his expression changed for a split second to embarrassment. There was so way he was going to tell someone he's trying to impress about his fire breathing rubber duckies. Playing it off like something else crossed his mind.

"I uh am sorta helping my daughter with her hotel but that's for another time.." Now he was the one getting a little nervous before letting out a sigh. "I'll be honest, i'm just a little rusty when it comes to random torture." drumming his fingers on his hip as he spoke. "I make these.." pulling off his hat Lucifer pulled out a very deranged looking rubber duck that when squeezed shot out acid. "They'd work great for weapons if anyone would use em."

"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.

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Not every love is sweet and kind Sometimes, love is dangerous Poisonous, addictive, obsessive Leaving emotional, mental and physical scars Don’t want to walk away, refuse to let go To need, no matter how much it hurts To know the same pain is returned Because some don’t want just the sweet They crave the bitter too

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. 

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.”