Cutest Imp Ever. No Wonder The Prince Fell Head Over Heels For You

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."

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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."

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.

This was bizarre, the imp thought as he walked in. Whatever he had planned to say, he completely forgot about it as he just looked around at this place. Who lived like this? It was so vibrant and soft... If this Cardan guy thought he was going to order Blitz to abduct her, or kill her, he was going to need to pay extremely well, the hitman decided.

Realizing he hadn't taken in anything that she'd actually said or offered, just that it was something about tea, he nodded vaguely, turning in place as he looked around again. "Yeah, that sounds... nice... what the... how did you get the floor like this? All these plants, all this um, greenery. How are you getting them to grow without any real sunlight?" He wasn't actually interested in the ins and outs of fae gardening, but if this woman had some kind of crazy light powers, or sunlight powers... shit, those were things he needed to know. Fuck Cardan for sending him in here without any real explanation of just what exactly a fae was.

Well, that was an interesting turn of events, the way this man interacted with her. Zephos tilted her head curiously, noting at first, he was somewhat taken aback, then the shift to a semi-polite cascade of introductions and questions. Then he pulled that packet of seeds out, thyme.

She could smell it even in the package he carried. Thyme had a certain scent to her that was familiar, a welcoming gesture once again. He surely meant no harm with that kind of introduction and mispronounced fae speech. Was he here upon his accord or was he here upon the demands of another?

Zephos would chuckle, similar to a babbling brook, finding this Blitz person rather charming, if a little awkward. She would take the extended hand in both of her small gloved ones, "You may call me what you wish, Zeph, Zephos, or another form if you desire, Blitz. You may come in, should I put on a kettle for tea, or another drink be more your preference?"

She would move aside to let him in, the place she resided in rather small, yet comfortable. He would see that it was rather homey, with plants in most windowsills, and the floor akin to a forest meadow. The home also smelled of kitchen spices, like cinnamon and sugar, with the floral smells adding a nice non-overwhelming touch. The lights were dim like candles, but light enough to see. Odd to note since Hell was mostly a cold concrete jungle in comparison.

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."