Love? How Could Anyone Love A Washed Up Circus Imp Like You?

Love? How could anyone love a washed up circus imp like you?

"What, you mean like Stolas and Vizzy? And Angel? Fuck you." Blitz waved his hand dismissively at the stranger, although there wasn't really any heat to his voice; he didn't sound upset, or even like he really disagreed with them.

"They might have chosen the wrong guy, cause I--am. The wrong guy. A walking piece of shit and we all know it. But, listen." Abruptly, he plopped down on the empty stool next to this person, scooting over closer to them. "It's not my call. Whether or not they get to love me. I thought, for the longest fucking time, I thought that I had some say in it. So it always felt like I was tricking people, if they gave a shit. It always felt like, like I was doing something, fucking... You know. Wrong.

"But that is why I kept pushing people away. That shit attitude. That somehow, because I didn't believe in myself, no one else could either. You know how fucking long it took me to figure that out? How fucking many people I pushed away and hurt before a light clicked the fuck on? It's--listen. Bud. Take my advice? One drunk fucker to another: don't decide for other people that they're right or wrong to love you. Just try not to be a dick about it."

The immediate flirting caught Blitz off guard. He faltered for a moment, unsure whether or not he'd actually just heard that, but he rallied just as quickly and put a grin on, slipping back into his most comfortable public persona, the shield coming as naturally as it ever had--even if maybe, maybe, it didn't fit quite as well these days.

"Well, guy as handsome as you, I could be persuaded," he practically purred back at the man. "I wanted to talk about something you offered, writing lessons? But I mean, if you have something else in mind that you'd like to hold and a pen just ain't cuttin' it..." Blitz leaned his shoulder against the bird, not quite rubbing against him the way a cat might, but something similar. It was a very brief contact, and then he moved away again, to a more comfortable distance. "Did you mean that? About teaching me to write better? Or were you pointing out how fucking uneducated I am?" He asked it like it was nothing, but deep down, even under his hope, there was an ember of resentment; it was easy for those with privilege and security to look down on those who didn't have enough of either to get the same education they had. If that was what was going on here? Well, Goetia were Goetia, he shouldn't be surprised.

Maybe it would be easier if all the guy had meant was let's get together again under any pretense, I want a quick fuck. It would almost definitely be safer.

Usually these days, he'd send Baron out to do small errands for him. But this was one of his days of full freedom from what one might call work, albeit how leisurely it was, you might not. And thus the Goetia had to go out and about himself. Turning heads left and right, nobility walking amongst the rabble.

That essentially made it Blitz's lucky day. Any other Goetia would never be caught dead in public if they could avoid it. But he enjoyed his time on the streets, these were the people he favored. No pomp, no circumstance...just living 'life' in Hell as best they could. And being as tall as he was, and vibrant as sin itself, he was easy to pick out.

When called out with such a ridiculous name, Eclipse smoothed down his already slick feathers. Being a raven, he wasn't as puffy or fluffy as certain other birds...such as Owls.

"My existence is Important, Blitz, I'm a Goetia....but no, I'm just doing some minor errands since Baron's off today. Though I do have to ask, are these fuckin' minutes or "fuckin" minutes?" He teased playfully.

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…. “

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How that fight with Lucifer go? Was the king to depressed to show up?

"Hey!" Blitz snapped. "Don't talk about him that way. He showed up, and he's a fucking badass. And he fucking listened. Just because he's got depression doesn't mean he can't listen and do a good job. It got through to him, you know? At least, I'm pretty sure it did." Not to be meta, but it wasn't really over yet, so Blitz could only know so much.

He thought again about how vividly he had sensed Stolas and Visage's presence there near the end, and how he remembered Eclipse's smile, and Moxxie and Loona and Fizz, and the anger went out of him. Expression softening, he nodded to the stranger. "Drink some water and get some real food in you before you go home. All this booze is making you almost as fucked up as me. And I mean it. Don't talk shit about my king. He's the most beautiful--and he showed up. He could have ignored me. But he didn't. He showed up. Listened. Met me where I needed to be met. Lucifer is worth so much more than most of us have any fucking idea of, and I'll fight for him til the end."