For @themosthatedbeingg -- As You Wish, My Friend

for @themosthatedbeingg -- as you wish, my friend <3 some sweet fluffy dash response for our bae

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The assassin wasn't in the habit of paying social calls to the Devil, but at a certain point, he knew he was going to have to admit that they had changed. Whatever they had been, whatever roles they had, they were something else now. Maybe more, maybe less. Blitz didn't know. What he knew was that for some fucking reason that day, he needed to get to Lucifer, needed to find him. So, as per usual for him, he plowed his way through the palace guards and made his way to Lucifer's chambers.

When he saw him there, bleeding that stunning golden blood, he understood. Maybe it was the fight between them, how closely the two of them had dragged each other towards death, how they kept choosing to let go. Maybe it was just Blitz's imagination. But either way, he knew. I'm here because he needed me to be here. There was a bond now, something there between them.

Enough.

Walking softly, in a way Blitz really only did ever for him, he went over to his bedside.

"Hey." Blitz smiled. He thought about making a joke, using crude humor to lighten the mood, but somehow... right now? It didn't feel right. Instead, he moved to sit next to him, leaning against the headboard, and just pulled Lucifer into his arms for a hug, holding onto him, gentle and close, loving as a parent.

"It's okay." Blitz kissed the top of his head. "I've got you. I've got you."

He's immortal. You are not. He'll probably grieve for you till the end of time, you know. But that's immortality of a sort, eh?~

Blitz shook his head, expression hardening--because if he didn't steel himself now, his heart was going to break and he'd probably break right along with it. Frowning, he looked down at his drink, idly running his claws through the condensation on the outside of the glass.

"Yeah. Of a sort. If there ends up being any way to become immortal. To change. To stay with him. I'll do it. Cause that's--that's the ultimate way to hurt someone, isn't it? To let them love you so fucking much that they remember you forever, when there's nothing left of you but a couple pictures and maybe some unpaid taxes.

"I'm gonna try to be worth remembering. But what about you? Huh? Asking this shit, you--must have some experience with this kind of pain."

did you know bowling balls are just extra large jawbreakers? I can prove it! CATCH!

Blitz probably should have ducked, but he didn't. Frowning, he just caught the bowling ball when it was lobbed at his face. The imp was ridiculously strong, especially in the forearms; he dug the tips of his claws into the ball, bits of it crumbling away.

"What exactly the fuck is wrong with you?" he asked, his expression flat, his eyes angry. Blitz tossed the ball in one hand, glaring back at the person who had thrown it. He looked at them for a long moment--then grinned and tossed the ball right back at them. But almost in the same motion, he had his pistol out and the shot taken.

Throwing a bowling ball at someone's head was attempted murder. Blitz wasn't in the mood to just attempt it. Brushing his hands off, his grim expression turned to a cheerful smile.

"Never do something half-assed, bitch."

Blitz had already holstered the gun, immediately after taking the shot; he couldn't let himself be tempted to fire again. Because fuck, under all of the rage, under the desperation, he still loved this bastard. To look at Lucifer was to love him, the imp was learning, and he didn't regret it. No, he didn't regret it at all. Lucifer was glorious, resplendent even in his pain, even in his fury.

Besides. Blitz was too tired to keep fighting.

When the bodyguards slammed into him, he almost welcomed it. Blitz made no effort to fight them. He watched as Lucifer stalked towards him, watched the way the flames danced around him; the fire served him, yes, but it loved him too, didn't it? To be loved by destruction... there was a tragedy there. But then, this was Lucifer. There were many tragedies wrapped up in that beauty.

Blitz watched him until Lucifer was close, studying his eyes. Then, finally, he looked at the fire in the king's hand.

Yeah.

This was going to fucking hurt.

But it's worth it, he thought. For all of the imps. For all of the Hellhounds. For the sharks. Even the fucking Goetia. It's worth it. And Lucifer was a beautiful last sight to see.

All of the fight going out of him, Blitz bowed his head. Even when the bodyguards let go of him and moved away, out of range of those flames, he stayed on his knees, his head bowed. In his mind, he could see Moxxie smiling. He could smell Loona's shampoo, hear her singing some song he didn't know but she and her friends loved, just belting it out in the shower. He could feel his claws running through Visage's fur. He could remember the first time he saw Eclipse smile. He could feel Stolas there beside him, imagine Stolas's hand on his shoulder. He could hear Fizz singing, defiance and strength personified. If there was any one imp who could maybe give Lucifer a run for his money when it came to strength of heart, Blitz thought, his own heart aching with love, it was Fizz.

And Lucifer is going to make things better for you all. Somehow. And for all the little fuckers to follow.

"Thank you," he said softly. "Your Majesty. I'm--" Blitz imagined's Stolas's hand tightening on his shoulder. Imagined Vizzy whispering something encouraging.

"I'm ready."

Lucifer eyed the gun when he saw the holister , oh well now this is interesting … where did he get that ? He’d have to talk to his overlords about that .

Ah he sees now what his hierarchy has done .. it was ment to Protect but it backfired it seemed , he would need to rework it— crack.. the shot of the gun startled him out of his thoughts .

And he suddenly felt a sharp sting in his upper left wing .. oh wow .. he had been shot … right through his wing .. the blood pouring down .

He tucked in his wings and landed on the ground hard enough to shake it, inspecting the damaged done to the middle of his wing.. a burning bullet sized hole was seen, “.. hmm.. well well you did it~”

He stalked towards Blitzø eyes bright red Horns glowing , as fire scorched the ground around his feet.

“You managed to what none but my brothers could… “ his voice was everywhere and no where at once .

His guards were rushing in to tackle Blitzø pissed at him for daring to shoot their king .

“I will honor the terms of our agreement , I can’t do everything at once to fix it but ..I can do something that should even the playing field for now..”

He raised his hand a ball of unholy fire building within it, “Now as for you…. “

Just look my way ♥️🌙

Cutest imp ever. No wonder the Prince fell head over heels for you

Blitz started to answer cheerfully, but then over-thought it. He was quiet for a long moment, then shook his head.

"I think maybe... maybe Stolas got really unlucky. Maybe he was, you know. So fucking lonely and neglected, and abused by that asshole of a wife, that he was ready to... I guess fall for the first person to be halfway kind to him? Which, I ain't complaining. I love him, too. Fuck, fuck me fucking dead, I love that pretty goddamn bird.

"But sometimes, I can't help wondering... is it fair, you know, to him? To be with me? When there are so many people out there who are... sweeter. Less damaged. I want him, don't get me wrong, and I'll never give him up until he wants me to. But still. It's hard not to wonder."