How That Fight With Lucifer Go? Was The King To Depressed To Show Up?
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."
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@moxxietude said: "You are loved, Blitz."
Those simple words hit hard, in the best way possible. Blitz turned, not having expected Moxxie to be there, but the moment he saw him? He smiled. Heart softening, body seeming to just relax, tension falling away just because Moxxie was there.
"You too, Mox." Reaching out with his tail, he lovingly brushed the spade over Moxxie's upper arm, smiling, heart in his damn throat. "You, too."
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.
Will I.M.P torture a target if the client pays for it?
Yes and no.
Torture is a pretty big investment of time and a huge risk; to do it right requires a lot of intimacy (non-sexual), and a lot of time. The risk of someone coming to save the target, or avenge them, just goes up and up the longer they spend with them. Not to mention the risk of the target themselves getting free and doing some damage.
If the money was there, Blitz would do it. He has before. He struggles with it a lot--while he enjoys killing, the torture dynamic is harder for him to maintain, harder for him to enjoy. He is good at inflicting pain when it's necessary, but the drawn-out infliction of it, the head games, the destruction of the victim's hope? That fucks Blitz up.
If torture was really necessary, if IMP needed the money that badly, Blitz would take the contract, but fulfill it alone. He wouldn't want to risk Moxxie, Millie, or Loona on something like that. And it would be expensive--the longer he's there with the victim, the less time he has to go out and fulfil other contracts. So there's the expense of that, and then the ridiculous fees he'll add on just because he hates doing it so much. But if the client's pockets are deep enough?
Blitz is good at it.
Even if he hates it.
He's good at it.
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."
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"It's the jacket, isn't it?" Blitz asked, tugging on his own lapels with a pleased smile. "Stalkers love this thing! And hey, can't say I blame 'em. This is some Grade A primo fashion right here. Hitman chic, am I right?"
Realizing that wait, maybe, maybe it wasn't the best idea to get that enthusiastic with some rando off the street, he cleared his throat and stood up straighter, pointing at them. "But don't go getting any ideas, fucko. I may be cute, but I bite."