"Of Course. You're Doing So Very Well With Your District, Visage, I'd Be Quite Pleased To Spend Some

"Of course. You're doing so very well with your district, Visage, I'd be quite pleased to spend some time with you, if you would like that. It's always good to see the--" Vepar's speech faltered for a moment, when the cat Sinner whispered something to him, and his expression abruptly softened. "I know, little one," he murmured, and rocked him gently, as if he were a child. "I know. Hush." Only when the cat quieted did the Duke look back up at Blitz, then at Visage. His black, black eyes drank in the light, their depths almost inviting, as if one could fling themselves into those eyes and fall forever, finding sweet oblivion, peace, and acceptance.

"Forgive me. As I was saying, it's always a pleasure to see the little local governments in action, such as you have here. And really, you're doing so well. Your district is surprisingly safe, for what it is." He hugged the cat closer; by this point, the battered submissive was very nearly asleep. His eyes were half-open, tears slipping out, but the look on his face was the contentment of someone truly exhausted who had finally found their way home. And, all around him, subtle blue-green magic glittered, fine lines in a netlike pattern hugging all around the little Sinner, holding his wounds shut, keeping him together.

"Come at three o'clock tomorrow afternoon, Ms. Visage. The club is not open at that hour, but you will be expected. You are welcome, of course, to bring bodyguards, should you feel more comfortable that way, and you will be able to leave with a substantial reward.

"Thank you both for your efforts here tonight." He turned and swept out, taking the cat with him.

Blitz, swaying slightly, flipped him off as he went. "Fuck that guy. Looking down on us!" He growled, but didn't really have the energy to stay angry. So, deflating, Blitz turned back to her. "So yooouu... are an Overlord? That's, you know, fuck it. I'm not questioning anything else tonight." He hopped down off of the table--faceplanted--and stood quickly, brushing himself off. Exhausted didn't even begin to cover how the fuck he felt right now. Still, he looked up at his ally, a woman he'd never seen before and never could have imagined, his golden eyes gleaming.

"I did promise to thank you in a pretty particular way. You want me to do that now? Or if there's another room you like better...?" It didn't matter that he could barely stand, or that she was mysterious as fuck. Blitz had offered a deal, and Satan fucking damn it, he was going to follow through on it if she asked him to. It didn't matter how exhausted he was. Blitz was tired of letting people down, and determined to keep his word whenever someone asked it of him.

The she-wolf's head snapped back to the doorway at the sound of another unfamiliar voice, a single brow raising at the appearance of the unexpected sight. A Goetia? Here...? As far as she knew, all of their kind were high-and-mighty nobility among hellborn. Fancy birds that lived in grand estates, ruling over the lowly 'rabble' beneath them. To see one of their kind in a place like this...? A myriad of questions flooded her mind. A cast-down pariah of a noble family? A bored duke or prince with a strange hobby? The curiosity was neigh overwhelming. Even so, Visage was always one to trust her instincts and everything about the avian put her immediately on edge. Something was ... off. The ease with which the feline sinner was won over was too convenient, the bird's offer too seemingly sincere. Alarm bells were ringing. But the hellhound found herself at something of an impasse--if she looked further into the club's odd owner and remained behind to ensure the sinner's continued safety, she couldn't also make sure her newfound imp comrade's obvious injuries were properly tended to. What to do? With a momentary crease of her brow, a forced smile quickly swept across her face to mask her ill-ease. "Oh, no, we were just leaving ... though I'm sure you won't mind me coming back tomorrow to follow up? I have some questions for our feline friend, here, but his treatment takes top priority right now. A shit Overlord I'd be if I didn't conduct a proper investigation into an incident like this in my own domain, mm...?" She let the question hang in the air with a small cant of her head, smile widening. It wasn't much, but it was enough to imply that she expected to see the sinner again, which would hopefully be enough to keep him safe until she could return while not openly voicing her distrust. Besides--the opportunity to remind the Goetia that his establishment resided within the territory of a hellhound Overlord was too delightfully petty to resist.

Has Blitzø considered giving his son a job at I.M.P? 

Yes. The one time they actually met, Blitz offered it. He could tell that [redacted] was interested, but reluctant to leave his community, so Blitz left the invitation open and promised to go check on him again soon. But that being said... I will probably only play plots with the son on Discord. I would actually love to do things with him, I fucking adore him, but don't think it's something I am comfortable putting on Tumblr for a few reasons <3 So, for the most part, Blitz having a biological child will never actually be a plot anyone needs to interact with.

That being said, I would fucking love to do a thing where [redacted] gets to meet Stolas, or M&M. Even if it's just a short little one-off thing, Blitz would be so like.. torn between pride and awkwardness at getting to introduce them--while also probably having a fucking silent breakdown because [redacted]'s presence brings up so many fucking things Blitz does not want to remember.

Tumblr offered this gif and it feels appropriate xD I LOVE YOU JUUUUDE! Am going to get disowned by the entire dash tonight, nO REGRETS

@doublejango — you WOULD make a cloaca joke. Set the bear traps FOR YOUR ASS ;;

Has Blitzø ever been tracked down by one of the humans he killed? Vengeful sinners out for revenge? 

He absolutely has, and it usually doesn't go well. Thankfully, most of them don't seem to remember him, or seem particularly inclined to come down to Imp City unless they have a damn good reason. Which, one could argue, revenge against the imp that slaughtered you is... but the traffic's a nightmare, there's nowhere to park, and it's not like he can un-deadify you.

But despite all of that, some of them absolutely come and find him. Blitz does his best to make sure they know it was him, that he is the boss, that Moxxie and Millie were just doing their job. Since they almost never see Loona, she doesn't tend to catch much flak, but Blitz will do whatever it takes to draw attention off of his employees and onto himself, hoping to give them time to get the fuck away. And then? He will fight. Hard. Blitz may not have any powers, but he has experience and the will to fight, and I can tell you from my own real life experience that just having the will and the confidence? Can make all the difference. If you're up against a huge opponent, but that person doesn't really have what it takes to dive in and go hard? You actually stand a pretty good chance if you do. I've been in a few fights irl--previous occupation, had hazards, glad to be long since quit of it--and remember always being struck by that. Going in with a hefty serving of confidence matters so much more than being the bigger one sometimes... Not always, but sometimes.

and Blitzx absoultely has that confidence. He fights hard, with everything he has, and even if he can't permanently put a Sinner down without the right kind of weapon, he can hurt them. He can kill them for a while. He can be the torment they thought they escaped when they realized 'oh Pentagram City is kinda nice!' Blitz will turn absolutely vicious, no holds barred, when he needs to.

Most of the time though, some smooth-talking (or nonsensical babbling with a confident smile) helps to cool their temper--especially when he reminds them that hey, you can hunt down the person who took a hit out on you and keep on killing each other and respawning for all eternity! Have fun! Byyyyeee!

Oh thank fuck, Stolas replied! Blitz's talons actually scratched the screen as he got his phone back out--fuck, fuck, fuck he was way stronger like this, this was fucking weird. He started to type a response, but when he pierced the screen? Realized that wasn't going to end well.

So, he called him, pacing back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And the instant he heard Stolas's voice on the other end, he blurted out: "I was messing with your book and I had a papercut and forgot about it and might have bled on a page and the power's out here so I'm like, surrounded in fucking candles and--listen." He clicked and clacked his beak, then shook himself hard, ruffling all of his feathers.

"Can you like, fix me? I will give you head every day for a week. Two weeks if you want. Like, first thing in the morning. Or, or--fuck. Anything. This is--I can touch the fucking ceiling. Without climbing the walls. And I can hear everything." Pace. Pace pace pace pace pace. Was that how Stolas's ears worked? Could he hear absolutely everything too? And was his vision this insanely sharp? This was fine. Everything was fine. It was fine.

@doublejango from here.

He blinks at his phone. Stolas scrolls through their texts, looking for any indicator that might suggest the most recent one was a joke, some sort of weirdly themed prank. Eventually, he gets down to the text box and replies.

My devilish little imp, I don't believe it is possible for you to have a cloaca. Or feathers, for that matter. What ever do you mean. . . by all of this? Shall we meet?

"Damn right!" Blitz couldn't stop smiling at how cute all of them were. "Hey, do any of them like scritches? These little fuckers are adorable. Yes you are, look at you! You're gonna grow into those big feet, and you're gonna get biiiiiiig chompers, and everyone's gonna live in terror, yes they will, oh yes they will."

The little dinosaur Blitz had scooped up blinked in confusion, but didn't really object to the affection. The imp was scratching it and rubbing its horned head on it, and that felt homelike enough to settle the dinosaur halfway to sleep.

Blitz looked up at Lucid before reluctantly offering it back out. "You tell me if anyone ever tries to hurt these fuckers. Oh, I will end a bitch!"

I mean Blitz brought Audrey II home. How bad could it be if dinosaurs come to Hell too? Lucid should definitely bring them all! What could go wrong? - @doublejango

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“You know what? You’re right! I will bring them all home. I bet Luci would be thrilled to have dinosaurs back too!”