Author's Note:
So I have fallen headfirst in love with VivziePop's works and now I must share my sinful writing. This is the first time I've written in over a year, so be gentle with me lol
We don't get a whole lot of information about I.M.P and Stolas before the events of the pilot (at least not yet), so I'm head canoning that I.M.P was just a Hell-based assassination business before Blitzo stole the Grimoire. They reference it multiple times as their only way to the living world, so it can't be too far of a stretch.
Warning: this will contain so much smut. I'm talking a lot, like every other chapter. Including this one.
Blitzo sighed as he ran a clawed hand over his horns. The bank statements scattered over his desk glared back at him with the red stamp burned in the bottom corners.
Payment Overdue.
I.M.P was in a serious pickle—a pickle that, if not handled, would lead to Blitzo losing his company and his apartment. He was barely paying his own bills because he was giving all the money they were making to his three employees for their salaries.
He refused to tell them how close the company was to being in the shitter.
The lanky demon didn't regret how he was spending his company's money, but he was afraid for the future of it. If he didn't make ends meet soon, he'd lose everything. Despite the fact he had truly little pride in himself, he cared about this, and he wanted to make it work.
Blitzo needed money, and he needed it fast.
The imp sighed and sank down in his chair, putting his head in his arms. What he really needed was some wealthy benefactor to help finance his business, but he knew no such person. And even if he did, no one would want to help a lowly imp with an assassin's agenda.
The only other option for Blitzo would be to steal (which would be easy, but from who?). Imp City was a dump—there were certainly no decent banks to rob nearby. And he really didn't want to make a deal with any Overlord for his soul.
Blitzo sat up and pulled his phone out. He had some contacts in low places; maybe one of them could do him a favor and find somewhere for him to get money. It was a long shot, but just maybe he could eke a win out of a desperate text message. He sent a few quick texts and then slumped back down in his chair to wait.
A notification from his hellphone distracted Blitzo from shining his boots. He set aside the cloth he was using and picked up his phone.
3 pm tomrrw. Goetia Palace.
Blitzo's heart pounded loudly in his chest. Could it be his attempt at saving his business would work? His hands shaking, he shot back a 'thx owe u 1' and quickly began researching Goetia Palace.
Oh, I know this place, Blitzo thought as he saw a picture of it pop up on his screen. That rich bird dude lived there, right? Stolar or something like that?
Whatever the guy's name was, Blitzo knew he was loaded. He was a real powerful demon, not an Overlord but just as incredibly rich and influencing as one.
And, Blitzo noted with a toothy smirk, the big guy lived closer to Imp City than he'd thought.
But why would his contact send him this? What could three pm mean? Stepping foot onto palace grounds as an imp would draw attention, and he'd probably be spit on before he even got close.
Blitzo hummed in thought. Well, seemed he had some scheming to do.
Turned out, sneaking into Goetia Palace would be easier than thought.
The palace was enormous, and from what Blitzo could see from across the street in a bush, there was a garden party of sorts going on there. Using a pair of binoculars, he determined that there were actually about half a dozen imps just outside—they were servants. All Blitzo had to do was jump one, steal its clothes, and he was free to wander as he pleased.
From there, it was as simple as steal something valuable and pawn it, or, if he was tenacious enough (which he was), find some sort of safe and get in.
Blitzo grinned malevolently and pocketed his binoculars before beginning his creep around the outside of the palace gates. The tall bushes and trees were well kept and beautifully maintained, and they provided enough cover for him to sneak around without being spotted from inside. He stayed low to the ground, slinking around on all fours, tail hovering just over the ground.
He eyed a dense fruit tree and wiggled his haunches, preparing to jump. Blitzo launched himself up into the branches, the tree barely shaking. The foliage maintained his cover as he continued to spy on the party.
Each guest was dressed to the nines in bright colors and ridiculously expensive outfits. Blitzo scoffed silently at the pomposity of it all. Who did these fucks think they were?
Shaking away the annoyance of the spectacle, Blitzo instead focused on his first target. Another imp strode past. No, too short.
The next imp Blitzo saw was also a no. He wasn't about to parade around the palace in a skirt.
Next. The imp serving a table across the lawn caught his eye. Perfect.
Blitzo followed the chosen imp with his eyes and began the hunt. He snuck through another row of bushes to cut off the other demon as it prepared to go inside to get another tray of hors d'oeuvres.
The servant imp didn't even have time to utter a choked cry as Blitzo's clawed hand grabbed it by the throat. Swiftly drawing the smaller demon into his body to keep it still and silent, Blitzo shoved a rag soaked in chloroform over its nose and mouth. The chemical worked its magic after a minute, and the assassin made quick work of undressing himself and the other imp. Disguise now donned (though a tad small), Blitzo stashed his clothes in his backpack and shouldered it before stepping out of the foliage.
No one around.
Blitzo grinned and made toward the palace's garden doors. From there, he entered a staggeringly elaborate hallway decorated with portraits and busts of many nobles. Aside from him, the hallway was empty, so Blitzo casually browsed the displays for anything of monetary value.
A long line of avian royalty later, Blitzo came upon the most recent portrait. He scanned the gilded placard at the bottom.
"Prince Stolas," Blitzo murmured, saying the name out loud. Well, he'd been almost right.
Shaking his head, the demon returned to the burglary at hand. He followed corridor after corridor, each one more ostentatious than the last. Nothing stood out to him as being exceptionally worthy, and each room he'd come across so far had been some sort of guest room or servant's quarters. There were few other creatures roaming the halls save for another imp or two, of which gave him a nod and kept scurrying about to take care of business. The garden party seemed to have pulled all life outside the palace walls.
Blitzo finally came across a rather large set of doors. They were gilded with small details and intricate patterns, and to him, they screamed open me.
Blitzo wasted no time—besides the second it took him to glance left and right—in opening the grand doors and peeking his head in. A toothy grin stretched across his face. Jackpot.
The demon hurried to the large ivory vanity and began going through drawers. Expensive jewelry was plentiful, and despite the fact he was greedily stealing it, he had to gag at all the wealth in one spot. He planted an arm on the vanity's table and drew it across, a cascade of top-of-the-line makeup and even a pearl studded hairbrush falling into his backpack.
Blitzo was about to move onto the nightstands when he heard the doors begin to open. Wide red eyes snapped to the sound, and when he saw that the room was indeed being entered, he bolted toward the curtained balcony.
"Oh—what are you doing in my chambers, little imp?" came a smooth voice. Blitzo winced, not quite to the curtains, and forced his face back to a neutral expression as he turned around. He could have fainted if not for the fact he was a professional.
Prince Stolas—it had to be—stood, well, more like towered, just inside the doorway. He wore a long cloak, blood red in color, that matched his vest. The hat upon his head stared down at Blitzo just like Stolas' actual eyes, and sleek tail feathers swished as the silence lasted a beat longer than it should have.
"Uh," Blitzo said, forcing through a stammer, "just . . . cleaning your room, Sir!" He gave his best smile and feigned innocence.
Stolas didn't seem to believe it.
"My room was tidied before the party. You, hm, you're not a face I recognize," the owl demon continued.
"Uh . . ." Blitzo's mind scrambled for an excuse.
"Tell me why you're really in here, and I just might let you leave." Stolas' eyes glowed brighter for a brief moment in the still dark room.
Blitzo sweated nervously. Did he dare actually spill the beans? Would this pompous demon really let him go without first breaking something?
"Talk, now," Stolas demanded, his eyes narrowing. "Or I'll make you."
Blitzo groaned. "Fine! Fine. I'm not a servant or any shit like that. If you wanna know I . . . was actually just here to rob you," he ended in a grumble, face red hot at being caught. He tensed, waiting for the Prince to make a move, to snarl, anything.
The silence seemed to last a millennium as Blitzo and Stolas stood there.
"Oh, is that all?" Stolas finally asked, his voice lightening. He strode forward, flipping on the lamp on the nightstand as he did so, approaching Blitzo with a few long steps.
"W-what?" the imp choked. He backed up as Stolas came to stand in front of him. The prince crouched, coming down to meet Blitzo's eyes.
Blitzo's heart pounded in his chest, throat dry.
"Why don't we talk, little imp? I must say I'm rather impressed by your courage. To come into my palace, into my room, and try to burgle me? Why, you're very brave," Stolas said, voice sounding amused. He stood tall again and threw himself down onto a nearby chaise lounge, crossed his legs, and beckoned the smaller demon forward with a claw.
Blitzo hesitantly followed but stopped when Stolas gestured so. An armchair was pulled by magic to touch the back of Blitzo's knees, and the imp sat. His claws dug into the ends of the arm rests, his eyes never leaving Stolas.
"So, imp, let us first start with introductions," the owl demon began. "I am Prince Stolas, as you probably know."
"Blitzo," said demon responded, his voice tight.
"Blitzo, hmm? Alright, Blitzo, why were you brave enough to attempt to steal from me?"
"I'm . . . I'm kind of in a shitty spot, financially speaking." Blitzo rubbed the back of his head nervously.
"Of course. With what endeavor?"
"I run an assassination business, and, well, we're not doing so hot."
"Well, of course not! Demons have a plethora of killer for hires to choose from, don't they? And if they don't, they do it themselves," Stolas said. He leaned back in his seat and gazed with slitted red eyes at the imp before him.
"R-right, but—"
Stolas cut him off with a wave of his talon. "No matter. I won't hurt you, nor will I bother discussing what transpired here with anyone else. Our little secret." He winked, then reached forward and pulled at the straps to Blitzo's backpack with a claw. "I will, however, need to confiscate this. I am going to need what's in there or else I fear the wrath of my wife."
Blitzo dejectedly watched as Stolas emptied the backpack, wincing with each valuable item that fell out. The prince merely raised an eyebrow and smirked at his discomfort.
"These must be yours? You can have them," Stolas said. He tossed Blitzo's clothes back to him. "Now that that's out of the way—and I must say, very good work ransacking the jewelry first—back to business; I will fund your little exploit."
Blitzo nearly had a heart attack. He almost leaped out of his chair in joy—shock? Both? His claws ripped the ends of the arm rests in his emotion.
"WHAT?" Blitzo shouted. He hoped to whatever gods there might be that he wasn't being played.
"Shush, shush. On one condition," Stolas continued, holding up a claw.
Blitzo slumped in his seat. Of course, it was too good to be true.
"I'm not selling you my fucking soul, so you can shove it up your ass. I may have low standards, but I do have th—"
"Quiet!" Stolas chided gently, "Don't insult me, Blitzo, I have no interest in your soul. If I did, we wouldn't be sitting here."
The imp paused, confused. "Oh? Then . . . what do you want?"
Stolas leaned forward to put his head in his hands, elbows on his knees, looking into Blitzo's eyes. The gaze made him wary—there was something hungry about Stolas' stare.
"You will join me in bed, and you will fuck me until I can't walk," Stolas purred, his voice dropping, tone dripping with arousal.
Blitzo's mind stuttered.
"Y-you—me—bed? Fuck? Sex?!" the imp blurted, confused beyond all belief. "I steal from you, and you wanna fuck me?!"
"Yes, absolutely!" Stolas grinned. "I'm positively soaked thinking about your attitude, your bravado, to try and rob me! I like your spirit, your spunk, little imp." He ran his hands down his feathery chest. "Well, I'm hoping not so little."
Blitzo had the urge to cross his legs as Stolas' gaze went obviously to his crotch.
"And if I . . . fuck you, you'll give me money?" Blitzo asked. "That's it?"
Stolas nodded.
"Fine, fuck it. I'll do it," Blitzo said.
"Perfect~" Stolas purred, standing up and walking to the bed. He undid the clasp at his throat and let his cloak fall to the floor, then took his hat off and tossed it onto the nightstand. The prince splayed across the bedspread, arching his back, tail flicking away from his ass. Glowing red eyes looked back at Blitzo (oh shit those second eyes were also Stolas', fuck), who was still too stunned to move quite yet.
"Don't keep me waiting, Blitzy," Stolas cooed, and fuck, that went right to the imp's dick.
"Fine—don't call me that. How you wanna do this?" Blitzo asked as he stood up, shedding the shirt and jacket he'd stolen from the servant.
"Rough," Stolas said, flipping onto his back and spreading his legs.
"You normally this much of a cock slut?" Blitzo stripped his pants off, leaving his boxers on. He stepped onto the bed and crawled into position between the prince's legs.
Stolas let out a small, aroused growl, his body giving a quick shiver.
"Not normally, no, but," the owl said, "something about you has me weak. I've never felt like this, I must admit."
"Never been this horny for the guy about to rob you? Fucking weirdo."
Stolas reached up and took Blitzo's head in his hands and dragged him down for a kiss.
Fucking birds, Blitzo thought as Stolas' beak contacted his lips. It was like kissing a piece of plastic.
Okay, maybe not that bad.
Stolas moaned into Blitzo's mouth as the imp opened for him, allowing their tongues to slide together.
"So fucking desperate, huh? You never get any action or what?" Blitzo asked as he pulled away.
"None," Stolas whimpered, his hips bucking up to contact the other demon's.
"I can tell. Now, you good with what I do from here?"
Stolas once again nodded fervently, his face red.
Blitzo dipped his head in acknowledgment and then busied himself with stripping the clothing from the prince. It took way longer than he wanted to admit to slide Stolas' pants down his legs because god dammit, why did he have so much leg?!
As soon as Stolas' underwear came down, the smell of arousal hit Blitzo's senses threefold.
"Fuck, you're so wet, it's a damn wonder no one smells you from here," Blitzo growled, his cock hardening in his boxers. Stolas only let out a soft moan, spreading his legs farther.
The feathers around the prince's cloaca were soaking wet. Stolas' chest rose and fell with rapid breaths—he was excited, and it showed.
Blitzo lowered his face to Stolas' opening and inhaled deeply before his long tongue slid from his mouth to lap at the entrance. It drew an instantaneous response from the owl, who gasped and twitched his hips into Blitzo's mouth.
"You fucking stay there," Blitzo ordered, using his hands to hold Stolas' hips down. "Little whores have to wait."
"Mm, Blitzo, I want you in me," Stolas groaned, his own hands gripping at his face.
"Yeah? Good."
Blitzo continued his assault on the avian's wetness, rapidly licking and sucking with his tongue and mouth. Stolas squirmed underneath him but couldn't get much leverage because of the clawed hands holding him down and open.
Stolas whimpered, his hands going down to Blitzo's horns.
"Fuck me-!" the prince begged, pulling at Blitzo.
The imp smirked into Stolas' heat and just continued with fervor, diving deeper than before to remain where he was even as the bird squirmed under him.
"I-I'm—!"
Stolas didn't even get out his sentence before he shuddered, a wave of ecstasy flowing over him. Blitzo was nearly drowning in cum as he vivaciously ate out the other demon. Only after feeling the tremors subside did the imp pull back, wiping his mouth with the back of his arm and sitting up.
Stolas was sweating, his chest heaving, head thrown back into his pillows. A few feathers were scattered on the comforter.
"Hope you liked that, because that's only act one of this horny little play," Blitzo said. Stolas let loose a soft hum, his eyes watching the other demon intently as he pulled down his boxers.
The prince smiled as Blitzo's cock sprang free. It was long, a good girth, and speckled with white just like the rest of the imp's body. The triangular head of it leaked precum, a testament to how excited Blitzo had gotten by watching Stolas unravel.
"Are all imps this well endowed, or am I just lucky~?" Stolas crooned. His tail twitched in anticipation, already down from his high and twice as horny as before.
"Dunno," Blitzo grunted with a shrug, casually running a hand down his length. His other hand reached to finger Stolas' sopping wet hole. The owl demon sighed and grabbed Blitzo's hand, pushing his two fingers deeper into him.
"You're too good at taking this for a prince, aren't you?" Blitzo scoffed, pretending to not be interested even as he slipped another finger in and rubbed the front wall of his partner's heat.
"You would not imagine how lonely I get here, Blitzy. I have to find ways to pass the time now and then," Stolas murmured. He was distracted by the sensations in his cloaca, the warmth building down there again. Another finger and he moaned loudly.
"I fucking said not to call me that." Blitzo frowned, flushing, and then removed his claws from Stolas' folds and wiped his hand on the sheets. "Do you want this demon dick or not?"
Stolas trilled, his demeanor switching back to excitement. "Yes! Please, fuck me!"
Blitzo couldn't help the slight roll of his eyes and instead scooted up to align his erection with Stolas' entrance. Every feather on the owl demon trembled minutely in response to his tensed muscles. Long legs pulled Blitzo in further, though the imp adjusted his position to not slide in just yet.
"Blitzo! Come on, what are you waiting for?" Stolas whined, grinding his crotch against the other's.
"You are gonna give me money after this, right? You're not just fucking and then eating me or something?" Blitzo asked, his claws grabbing Stolas' hips and tightening.
"Of course not! I would never—you'll get your money, I promise, just put that red monster in me!" Stolas bucked up into Blitzo's hips, desperate for a smidgen of friction.
"Okay, good. Calm down, ya long legged fuck, I'm getting to it."
Blitzo lined up and pressed the tip of his cock against Stolas' folds. The prince cooed, his feathers ruffling. Nearly smirking at how hungry Stolas was for dick, the imp slammed his hips forward, hilting himself fully.
"Blitzo!" Stolas wailed, back arching off the bed.
"Like that?" Blitzo asked, now grinning ear to ear. It sounded so good to hear someone calling his name in pleasure.
"Y-yes, keep going-!"
Blitzo took Stolas' thighs in his hands as leverage and wasted no time in beginning to thrust in and out of his moist heat. The imp set a back breaking pace, determined to follow through with what the prince had wanted in exchange for money. Blitzo needed to make sure he got something out of this, after all. But . . . while he was there, he might as well have a good time.
Stolas was letting out little, well, bird sounds, Blitzo could only describe them as. Trills and squeaks were interspersed with moans and actual words, mostly along the lines of:
"Oh, f-fUCk, Blitzy, harder!"
Stolas' hands were all over himself, tugging at his plumage, running down his shoulders, and carding roughly through his dark hair as both sets of his eyes closed in ecstasy. Blitzo found it exceedingly hot, how the owl kept moaning his name and looked to be enjoying himself more than he had a reason to. At least Blitzo could make others like something about himself.
Stolas made it obvious when he was close to coming, what with all the noise he was making.
"G-gonna cum, so close~!" the prince gasped, his back arching off the bed. Blitzo slammed in extra hard with his next thrust, and it sent Stolas over the edge immediately. Another wave of wetness resulted in a lewd series of suction noises as Blitzo continued to fuck the owl demon without hesitation. He wasn't there yet, but he would be soon.
As Blitzo neared his orgasm, Stolas rode out his own, the pleasure still coming in sharp, almost too intense spikes as he was still pounded by the imp's large cock. His hands dug into the bedspread, and his legs shook as he clutched tightly onto Blitzo's sides.
"You're taking my dick so damn good," Blitzo said through partially gritted teeth as he got closer. Stolas shuddered in response to the praise and tightened around Blitzo's length as an aftershock sent lightning up his spine. That was finally enough to send the imp over the edge, and he came, hard enough to see stars.
From his position, Blitzo could only reach to about the prince's chest plumage, which was good enough for him. As he pumped Stolas full of semen, he fell forward and buried his face in the fluffy gray feathers, his clawed hands digging into the bed on either side. Coming down from his high, he went slack and found himself laying on top of the other demon.
There was a touch on his back. Blitzo hazily realized it was a hand, Stolas', tracing a finger along the spines between his shoulder blades. The imp's tail flicked—that touch almost felt good. He resisted the urge to snap something rude and instead continued to lay there, basking in his afterglow. He couldn't help but notice that Stolas smelt like dust and lilacs underneath the layer of sweat and sex.
"Blitzy?" came Stolas' voice, gentle and coaxing, "stay for a few hours?" His finger was still running down the imp's spines.
Blitzo grunted; why was he being asked to stay? He was just there for a quick fuck and some money. It hadn't been his initial goal, but, well, plans change.
"Don't you have a damn party to get back to?" Blitzo asked, finally pushing himself onto his elbows. They made eye contact.
"They don't mind if I'm gone; Stella will deal with them."
Blitzo huffed. "You're not gonna go back on our deal, are you?"
Stolas simply shook his head. "How many times must I say no? I am a demon of my word, Blitzo. Even if you are to leave, I will get the money to you." He paused. "Will you remain?"
Blitzo hesitated. He was tired, sure, but he was wary of Stolas. He decided to just acquiesce and then sneak out after.
". . . Fine. Guessing you're pooped from being fucked so hard and want a warm body next to you?" Blitzo rolled off the owl demon, settling on the bed next to him.
Stolas laughed softly. "You could say that." He adjusted the blanket so they were both under it. He turned to his side and looked at Blitzo.
". . . What?" the imp asked. The four eyes seemed to stare into his soul.
"Nothing. Just watching."
"Well could you cut it out? You're giving me the heebie jeebies." Blitzo turned to his other side, leaving his back to Stolas. There were several long moments of quiet before the sheets rustled. A soft snuffle told Blitzo that the owl was falling asleep, and once the breathing turned deep and rhythmic, the imp sat up carefully and glanced over.
He was right; Stolas was passed out, his chest rising and falling in turn with the small hoots that occasionally slipped out as he slept.
Blitzo gently pulled the blanket back and scooted to the edge of the bed. After checking over his shoulder that Stolas was still sleeping, he grabbed his clothes, brushed a stray feather off his shirt, and prepared to get dressed.
He didn't even get his pants on before something distracted him.
Blitzo had seen the book when he first entered the room but ransacking the vanity had taken priority. But now that he was no longer robbing the place, the book was . . . more enticing.
Blitzo approached the lectern. The book was opened, revealing a spread of pages, and a clawed hand reached out to brush against the lettering. As his eyes scanned the faintly glowing ruins and symbols scrawled in the magical tome, Blitzo's heart began pounding louder in his chest.
This book allows access to the living world, the imp realized, his eyes wide. This could change everything.
What was the point in a boring old assassination business in Hell? They were a dime a dozen, and almost all were run by bigger and stronger demons.
But a hitman's venture into the realm of the living? Not that could bring his business into the front and center, set him apart from all the others.
There was only one problem—Blitzo had just dicked down the owner of said book, a demon who could no doubt know exactly who took it, where he lived, and could probably kill him in an instant.
Blitzo huffed, pondering his choices. It took him all of five seconds to decide he was indeed stealing the book. It was such an enticing opportunity, and he couldn't just let it slip away.
Stolas shifted in bed behind him. Blitzo hissed out a curse and bolted toward his pile of clothes to grab his jacket and pull it on—good enough. Mostly naked, he closed the book and pulled it off the lectern.
Oh, fuck, Blitzo thought, it's heavy. Hefting the weighty tome, he fumbled toward the balcony. He couldn't let this slow him down. Stolas was still sleeping, evident by his soft snores, but Blitzo couldn't risk being caught stealing. Again.
After making a deal to get money, he definitely couldn't.
Grinning maniacally, Blitzo whispered gleefully to himself, "Got this book, got this fucking heavy book!"
If he could use this book to save his business, then dammit, he was gonna try no matter what.
