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Everything went to shit in the blink of an eye.
Blitzø really shouldn’t have been surprised by it at this point, life always did get a kick out of fucking him over. And of course it never prepped him first. Which, fucking typical. Life would be a shitty fuckbuddy. No foreplay at all. Everyone knows you’re supposed to prep someone before you fuck ‘em! Well, anyone with some fucking manners does anyway… But, he’s getting off track here.
They were finally settling the score with the ice bitch.
Elsa and his bitch of a sister with the brother kink got cocky. They never noticed that Octavia saw Striker in the palace. Never realized she had overheard their PLOTTING to take out Stolas. And were too busy GLOATING to be bothered to pay attention to the kid long enough to see her leave the palace in a fucking panic.
Or, at least, not until they got word from their staff that Octavia had run away. AGAIN. But by then, the trap was set and ready.
It was all Sparkles’ idea. Ever since the red parrot decided he was actually going to be helpful after that shitshow of a trial forever ago, Blitzø could admit that the parrot was a pretty good ally to have around. Initial annoyances aside, the sparkly twink was a Goetia that DIDN’T have a stick shoved so far up his ass that he was chocking on his own bullshit. AND he appreciated Stolas. So Blitzø could give him that, and swallow his usual misgivings about letting someone else lead his team long enough to get this shit over and done with.
Plus, the plan was pretty simple. Easy even with how Sparkles talked it up. And of course Moxxie was all over that shit, the fact that there wouldn’t be any danger in it. Blitzø would normally have had something to say about that, but he was as unwilling to put M&M mini in any danger as their actual parents were… So, Sparkles’ simple plan it was.
Octavia was going to post on her Sinstagram that she had gone to Sparkles’ place for some ‘Truths’ or advice or some shit. Stolas and the star twink had gotten a bit fancy word happy about their Goetia roles and/or powers cover story. Blitzø stopped listening after they debated it for, at least , half an hour.
Basically, Octavia was making it look like she was going to parrot boy for some Goetic advice, which would then be the lure for The Bitch and her brother to pay a visit to Sparkles’ palace (Octavia swore up and down that the post would be brought to their attention, somehow). Sparkles would then play asskissing host and secretly tag team with Octavia during a ‘session’ to get some damning evidence on the incest siblings.
Add in some eavesdropping imps and a hellhound with recording equipment and a ‘surprise’ drop in from Stolas himself, and they were a shoo-in for getting everything they needed for a retrial.
Stolas could get his crown and powers back, the shitty siblings would be thrown out on their asses, and Stolas and Octavia could be a happy family again! Then maybe he and Loony could even… Actually, no. That could wait. The plan was perfect as is. A win-win for everyone! Well, everyone that mattered anyway. So, he would go along with it.
And it actually worked!
Octavia made the post, Tweedledee and Tweedledum took the bait and showed up at Sparkles’ palace in a fury trying to insert themselves into Octavia’s meeting. Sparkles did his asskissing shtick. Octavia huffed and grumbled like the typical put out teenager. And IMP hid in the shadows alongside Stolas as he prepped himself for his “entrance”. Things were going great! All according to plan!
But of course , that’s when things went to shit. And all in the blink of an eye.
Story of Blitzø’s life.
Striker swaggered in out of nowhere, acting as if he owned the joint and shooting Octavia and Sparkles one of his shit-eating grins. And Elsa and The Bitch didn’t look the least bit surprised. Had the fuckers planned this?
Blitzø didn’t get the chance to really think on it. Because at almost that exact same moment, Stolas all but tore from his position to bodily put himself between Octavia and the known assassin. To the shock of everyone, Blitzø easpecially. Of all demons to break from a plan, Stolas was the last one he’d expect to lose himself enough to go AWOL.
“What the actual FUCK is he doing here, Stella?!” Stolas all but shrieked, jabbing an accusing finger angrily between his shouldbeEx and Striker. “You’re allowing the same assassin YOU hired to kill me in the same room as our DAUGHTER?! Have you lost what little mind you have?!”
“STOLAS?!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!! HOW DARE YOU—!!!” Blitzø stopped listening at that point. Both as a safely measure to avoid losing his hearing from the harpy’s screeching, and because his mind blanked at that unexpected bit of information.
Stolas KNEW who had hired Striker to assassinate him? All this time? And he never bothered…CARED to tell Blitzø? Why? Why would he keep it a secret that he knew-
“B!” Millie’s shout ripped Blitzø from his almost-spiral in time to see her barrel towards Striker. Her axe already in flight as she’d chucked it towards the imp-hybrid as he backpedaled to try and pull something from the inside of his jacket. “He’s going for a Holy weapon!”
“Right,” Blitzø spat, already bolting from his own hiding spot to tear after Striker even as he muttered to himself. “We can hash that out later, right now we have a threesome to fuck over.” Louder, he shouted over his shoulder. “Loona, you’re on birdwatching duty! Mox, stay back and cover us! Don’t leave your position!”
“Yes sir!” Even from Moxxie’s position high up in the balconies, Blitzø could still hear the relief in the other imp’s voice. Safe as the plan originally was, they’d still had some pushback on bringing M&M Mini along. Sparkles had offered to allow one of his staff to look after the baby imp, but M&M weren’t gonna let that kid out of their sight anytime soon. So they’d settled on having Mini hang out on Moxxie’s back in a sortof baby carrier thing while he hung back up in the balconies. That way Moxxie could still be close enough to offer cover, while still being far enough to get away if M&M Mini got fussy. Now, they were all regretting putting them anywhere near this situation.
“Fuckin’ seriously?!” Loona grouched, even as Blitzø saw her move towards Stolas’ and Octavia’s position out of the corner of his eye. “I’m stuck watching the Bitch Off between the exes while you guys fight an assassin? Fuckin’ lame.”
Blitzø had just enough time to see her pull out her cellphone to start recording Solas and the shouldbeEx’s back and forth. There was a lot of good info being tossed out in the open as if it was nothing (Loony truly was the best), while Sparkles and Elsa tried to act like buffers even as they got pulled into their own screeching match. Goetia were all just a bunch of bitchy birds, who knew? Then, Blitzø managed to get the jump on Striker and knocked the both of them into a clawing and biting heap on the palace’s overly polished floor. Millie joining in on the jumbled chaos not a heartbeat after.
It was as they were rolling across the floor trying to tear into each other, Blitzø and Millie couldn’t always tell who they were clawing/biting at in the confusion of flailing limbs, Stolas’ sudden enraged screech cut through over the sounds of their own angry hissing and pained grunts.
“Well maybe if your family could afford the class they pretend they have, maybe you wouldn’t have been forced to marry into a family that has the money AND class to make up for it!”
Blitzø froze in shock. Hell, they all did.
He wasn’t entirely sure why the insult hit as hard as it did, all the fancy backhanded insults and non-insults but were actually really bad insults always went over Blitzø’s head. But the tone? And the purple color the harpy and her bother were turning? As well as the absolutely mortified looks Octavia and Sparkles were giving Stolas? Yea, the insult had definitely hit. And it hit HARD.
“Dad,” Octavia gapped. Looking floored, but not angry, at least. Just like she’d been hit with something information that she wasn’t anywhere near prepared for. Blitzø could relate, honestly. When Stolas decides to flip that ‘bitch switch’ of his, he tends to go right for the throat. Blitzø would typically be proud of his and the rest of IMP’s influence on the royal bird, if it wasn’t usually so terrifying when he did go off.
“You dare-“
“HOW DARE YOU?!”
Even Elsa and the harpy were taken off guard, unable to actually finish a sentence and just opening and closing their beaks uselessly as Stolas went on some tangent about family lines or whatever.
“Yea, Stolas! You tell them.” Blitzø laughed, proud in spite of himself. Watching almost giddily as Stolas finally stood up for himself and tore into the shitty family he was forced to marry into. Blitzø could have happily watched him go off all day, but it was then, as he was distracted watching his bird, that Striker decided to kick him upside the head.
It was his own fault, really. Blitzø should have realized that Striker wasn’t going to sit back and watch as his employers got their own asses handed back to them on a shiny verbal platter. Though that didn’t mean Blitzø had to like the sudden boot to the head. So, he laid there in a heap trying to get his bearings back accordingly.
Millie apparently didn’t care much for the sudden sneak attach either. If her sudden shriek of outrage and the surprised shout of pain Blitzø heard Striker give in response was anything to go by. Hah, sneak attack for a sneak attack, bitch!
A sudden crack from Moxxie’s rifle, a bloody squelch accompanied by a pained yelp from Striker, and a downright demented cackle from Millie with more squelching noises told Blitzø that M&M had the Striker situation covered. Giving him time to check back in with his daughter and bird.
Though not much seemed to have changed in that particular area. Stolas was STILL screeching his hate for The Bitch, while said bitch was still an ugly bluish-purple that couldn’t do much more than make angry harpy noises. Loona was still recording everything with an air of boredom. And Sparkles was still trying to play middleman, though now he was trying to keep Stolas and the harpy from clawing at each other. Poor Octavia had wandered off by this point though. Beanie pulled tight over her eyes as she ground her beak in obvious distress. And Elsa…
“Oh, fuck me,” Blitzø gasped, trying to force his uncooperative body back on its hooves.
Elsa was grinning, having distanced himself from the squabbling duo and thus posing himself as no concern for Sparkles to keep an eye on. Making it so the parrot would focus solely on the two trying to claw each other’s eyes out, so all the while, Elsa could prepare an attack. And the attack looked nasty , whatever it was. A bluish purple looking light was oozing out of the Ice Queen’s extended pointer and middle fingers, floating around the peacock fucker like steam billowing out of the nozzle of one of Stolas’ fancy ass tea pots. Whatever that shit was, it wasn’t gonna be good. And he was looking right at Stolas.
Finally forcing himself back on his hooves, Blitzø tore into a run. Beelining right for the group of oblivious birds and his inattentive daughter.
The peacock saw him move, and only grinned wider. The fucker knew Blitzø was too far to reach Stolas before he’d fired off whatever spell it was that he had between his fingers. “Too late, imp,” he mouthed, extending his arm to point his glowing and steaming fingers right at Stolas, the light already dancing at his fingers flaring brighter.
He only had seconds to react, and he knew it. Blitzø also knew that he was nowhere near close enough to Stolas to be of any damn good. So, he improvised.
“Loona,” Blitzø all but shrieked, still tearing towards the group at a breakneck pace. “5 o’clock! Grab and drop!”
Whatever their differences in the past, Loona always knew when Blitzø was being serious. Knew exactly when she could get away with being difficult or rebellious, or the typical uncooperative teen/employee. And she knew precisely when she couldn’t. And now was one of those times, and she knew exactly what she needed to do.
Without a hint of hesitation, Loona dropped her phone and pounced at Stolas. Keeping her body low, the hellhound used all four limbs to launch herself at a startled Stolas. Bringing them both hard, though safely, to the ground as a glowing chunk of…something, shot eye-blurringly quick over their heads.
Only to then be heading straight towards Octavia. Who had been pacing blindly somewhat behind her father with her beanie still tightly pulled over her eyes and ears.
Blitzø had anticipated this. Having seen the angle the peacock was shooting from and had assumed that Elsa might have been aiming for Stolas AND his daughter. Though thankfully, he’d been wrong on that one. The glowing ice chunk looking thing was a 1hit killer. Which would make this easier, but also not…
“Fuck me, sorry guys...”
Blitzø may have been too far to be able to get anywhere near Stolas before Ice Bitch fired his shot, but Loona wasn’t. And that gave him more than enough time to reach Octavia in the time it took the glowing chunk to fly over his bird and daughter, though it didn’t give him enough time or the angle needed to get them both out of the line of fire. So Blitzø took the hit.
Using his momentum, Blitzø managed to put himself bodily between Octavia and the flying ice chunk. Taking the hit right in the chest and getting knocked flat on his back right at Octavia’s feet from the force of it. He wheezed, a freezing vapor of mist leaving his lips as he managed to smile up at a horrified looking Octavia in relief.
I did it, Blitzø thought. Only vaguely noticing as his family suddenly erupted into chaotic movement. He was too busy being preoccupied with how cold he was, and how heavy and uncooperative his body was. Oh well, he thought, unconcerned. I protected Octavia… That’s all that matters... I protected… family…
Still smiling, Blitzø closed his eyes.
O-O-O-O-O | O-O-O-O-O | O-O-O-O-O
A new soul is born suddenly into Heaven under the gentle glow of the full moon. The new soul is alone, and it is confused. And very, very upset. It does not recognize its blue scaled and feathery body, nor does it seem to be happy with the large magnificent wings growing from its head. Its three eyes roll and flit in alarm at Heaven’s glorious, unblemished landscape.
And it wails, loud and musically, and in absolute misery.
There is no one but Him that bears witness to this new Heavenborn’s antics, and He does nothing to interfere. For this is how it should be. This is how He has planned it. All is how it should be.