Three rapid knocks came at the door, a sign that it was a messenger and not his wife trying to enter his personal lounge. "Yes?" Answered Stolas in his sultry voice. His feathers were splayed on the couch he was sprawled out on, and a glass of iced white wine tinkled in his hand.
Still, he was quite stressed, all things considered. He had had to do face masks twice this week due to his stress Or, to be more accurate, his sex deprivation. At least from the sex he really wanted to have.
No one quite filled the cavity - in his heart - as Blitzo did. "Sir," his messenger greeted, shutting the door behind him swiftly as he entered the lavish, purple, and blue room. "We've asked everywhere, looked in the apartments of all his colleagues as well as his own, searched beyond Imp city, even, but we're afraid Blitzo seems to have vanished." "Vanished?" Stolas repeated in a distressed voice, his grip tightening on the fine glass holding his wine.
"That simply cannot be. What of his clients?" "Nobody can get ahold of him, sir. We searched the I.M.P office, and all potential clients, as well as previous ones, have been unable to contact him." "How curious, and you're certain he's not in Hell?" Stolas asked, perplexed.
He side-eyed the book that Blitzo regularly took from him, gathering dust on his shelf. He couldn't have gone beyond Hell without it, but what was more worrying than that was that his precious little Blitzo couldn't have just run off when he had clients to attend to.
He was an ambitious sort, that one. "I'm not entirely sure. We can search the rest of it." "No need, I have my ways of learning. But if I can't find him… then he must be upstairs." "Sir?" "Oh, nothing, nothing. Thank you for your report," Stolas waved the half-man away and stood up, dodging a sex swing hanging above his head as he did so. His messenger did a small curtsy and exited. Stolas grabbed the old book from the shelf and looked at it, sighing.
He might not have been Lucifer himself, but he still had ways of knowing whether someone was in Hell or not, and if his research found that Blitzo really had vanished from Hell, then he had probably been taken or had gotten stuck somewhere he shouldn't be.
In any case, Stolas would have to go out looking for his favorite stray pet - it simply wouldn't do to have him running amok.
Stolas passed a fluffy finger against the spine of the book and already imagined everything he would do to get his sweet little Blitzo back between his cheeks again.