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[for @themosthatedbeingg - because it's fight day! Apparently! Please tell Lucifer I am so sorry for my muse's behavior xD ]
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This was a bad idea. This was a bad idea and Blitz knew it. It was a terrible idea--but fuck it, it was the only idea. The imp had been pacing for hours before he actually issued his challenge to Lucifer, and now that that emperor of Hell had accepted? There was no turning back. Not that Blitz would have turned back even if he could--this fight was a long time coming.
He quickly pulled on what was clearly the only attire appropriate for fighting Lucifer Morningstar himself: leather pants, a leather jacket, weapons all over the damned place... and a pin on his lapel with an image of a little rubber ducky crying.
Yeah.
This was going to be fine.
He was gonna die, but it was going to be worth it. Blitz sent a few texts to the people he loved most, trying to say goodbye without actually saying goodbye, grabbed the few angelic-steel knives he had, and hurried off to the parking lot of doom where he and Lucifer were going to meet.
The second he saw Lucifer, two things happened: Blitz immediately wanted to protect him, to keep this man safe from all harm, to help comfort away his grief, to ease away whatever fears his trauma left him with... and he started growling. The spines between the imp's shoulders rose, and his tail started swishing in sharp, angry esses.
"I wasn't sure you'd actually have the balls to show up," he snapped, a blessed dagger in each hand now. "And you know what? It's time to answer for your fucking creations. You made us to serve the Sinners, created this whole fucking class of imps to look down on and laugh at, and you abandoned us. And I'm tired of it. Imps deserve more. If we were made in your image, and let's be fucking for realsies here, we all know we were--why the fuck did you leave us to become the forgotten punchlines, janitors, and jokes of Hell?" He was literally shaking, he was so angry--all the more so because Blitz couldn't help loving Lucifer. He didn't want to, but who could help it? One look in those eyes, eyes of an angel, a being of pure light and creation, eyes that had lost everything, and who could fail to love him? But for all the pain Blitz had gone through, all the abuse Fizz had suffered, all the mockery and belittling and misuse every imp had to put up with at the hands of all of Hell's more powerful denizens--
This was a long time coming.
Blitz knew he wasn't going to last long. He was going to die today, but fuck it, he was going to die for a good reason. Standing up. Demanding answers.
He didn't attack yet, wanting to give the beautiful royal the chance to answer--but fuck, the imp was trembling with the need to fight him, to start and end this, here and now.