PILOT (RECAP)
"So…" Blitzo beamed nervously at the I.M.P. office, "What can I do you for this time, Stolas?"
The owl overlord replied, lounging on his couch in a royal red robe and a crown.
"Remember that time when I told you that a political candidate was causing problems up on Earth for a few of my associates? That he tried to convince people that global warming existed?"
"Yes?" Blitzo answered.
"And that it does, but more people die when nothing's done about it? Oh, how lonely I felt."
"Okay well, yeah that makes sense," Blitzo said.
"But now…" he hooted in laughter. "There are tons of new sinners coming down here every day! I just had a feast and a murder party several nights ago. I wondered why a horde of people arrived and it's because of a disease called the coronavirus! My, it's the best thing to ever happen since my wedding and my darling daughter Octavia's graduation from flight school!"
"Well…I'm very happy for you, sir," Blitzo said. "I hope that…corn-ah virus does its thing."
Stolas sighed. "My wife Stella wasn't happy with me, though. She said you fell onto a cake in the middle of a lunch with her and the royal officials during her tea party."
A tense silence.
Blitzo examined his chest and arms. "I still have the talon scars and peck marks to prove it."
"And she also said that you stole one of my books, is that true?"
"No! No way!" Blitzo lied with a nervous laugh. "That was another imp long ago. I…may not have sneaked out while you slept and shed feathers and said, 'I got the book, I got the book, I got this fucking heavy book!' And then I yelled, 'Oh shit!' and fell down from the balcony into the cake with the book. Then I told her 'Sorry I fucked your husband!'"
A tense silence.
Blitzo added nervously, "Can I tell you how great it felt…sleeping with you?"
"Indeed," Stolas agreed with a contented sigh, forgetting about the imp's troublemaking. "Your sharp horns and claws ruffling through my feathers, and my talons and beak exploring your multicolored flesh. You know what happens when I'm lonely, Blitzy?"
"Oh, god fucking dammit…" Blitzo muttered to himself.
Stolas' eyes grew red. "When I'm lonely, I become hungry. And when I'm become hungry…I want to choke on that red dick of yours! **** your ***** then lick all of your *****, before taking out your **** and **** with more teeth until you're screaming ******** like a fucking baby!"
Blitzo hung up the phone, the words on Stolas' picture reading "creepy mouth: aka one night stand bird dick." And smashed it with a rotary phone. He threw the pieces into a blender and mixed it up.
"Eat this!" he told Loona who walked in and drank the red liquid.
"And then y'know that bridge over the freeway?" he asked.
"Yeah?"
"Shit off it! It's time for the meeting, let's go."
MURDER FAMILY (RECAP)
Ring! Ring! Ahh!
A startled Blitzo scrambled to retrieve his yellow cellphone, which was ringing a yelling ringtone. He eventually caught the phone before pressing it to his ear. The phone had a GFY (Go Fuck Yourself) on it and a laughing devil emoji with imp horns.
"This is a really bad time," Blitzo whispered harshly.
At Stolas' palace, the owl prince was currently lounging in an ornate bathtub, several lit candles with blue flames positioned around the edges. Astrological symbols glowed white in a circle on the floor. The midnight blue curtains looked like the night sky, with starry designs on them. Floating constellations hovered around the room. He was the prince of astronomy as well as being horny.
"When isn't it a bad time, Blitzy?" he mused, stretching his long slender arm. He held a rotary phone to his ear, the speakers shaped like sunflowers.
Blitzo sighed in frustration. "What is it?"
Stolas' four red eyes blinked. "I've been meaning to follow up on our last conversation regarding my grimoire?"
Blitzo's angry face appeared in a bubble.
"What did you just call me?" Blitzo asked. Stolas popped the bubble with a finger. "My book, Blitzy. The book I was given to do my job that I have allowed you to use to do yours?"
Blitzo ducked as a bullet flew through the tree, he was behind. Martha's shadowy figure appeared in the hole, her eyes and mouth glowing red.
"I can hear ya, darling!" she called out.
"Shit," Blitzo muttered, scurrying off.
"Any who," Stolas continued. "I have been thinking. You know, I have been permitting you to access the mortal realm less than legally for quite some time now, but I do need it back to fulfil my duties. I was thinking, what if we worked out some sort of exchange?"
He ran a finger along the edge of the tub. He then did a walking motion with his fingers as they glowed red.
"Favors for favors? Doesn't that sound…" He spoke seductively, "…enticing?"
Blitzo skidded to a stop as another bullet hit a tree. He ducked behind another one and frantically whispered, "You gotta stop using your fancy-ass rich people talk, okay? I'm trying to concentrate on not getting fucked in my hay!"
Bam!
Another bullet hit a spot on the tree.
"Then let me keep it simple," Stolas explained. "Once a month, on the full moon, you return the book to me, followed by a night of…"
His eyes glowed red, his beak open in lust…
"…passionate fornication." He briefly slid lower in the tub with a blush before rising up to lean against the tub.
"And…you get to keep it the rest of the time. Sound fair my little imp?"
"Fine, whatever!" Blitzo replied.
Stolas let out a happy sigh. "Oh Blitzy! I'm so excited! I cannot wait to fill your slimy cock inside of my mouth…"
Blitzo cringed as Stolas went on about the sexual things he planned to do to him.
LOO-LOO LAND (RECAP)
Octavia jolted awake suddenly, her pink eyes angular with constricted white pupils. Her hand rested by her face. Her eyes narrowed in anger; her fist clenched as piercing yelling from another room echoed off the walls.
Her parents were having yet another fight.
Octavia knew that her regal mother, Stella was pissed that Stolas had fucked the imp Blitzo behind her back. Octavia often worried that Stolas would go on some honeymoon with that creature and leave her behind with Stella. Stella wasn't cruel but she was sterner than Stolas was. Octavia didn't know which was worse, her father's childish attitude laced with a perverted nature…or her mother's cold critiques of Octavia's behavior. Stella loved her but expected her to mold into the royal role she was given from birth. Stella was more concerned with tea parties, fashionable attire and her appearance than Octavia's many thoughts.
Currently, Octavia was just a typical emo/goth teenager who had to deal with a lot of shit going on.
Octavia's room was currently different as well. More spacious, it had a couple of slanted windows between purple drawn curtains that let in some light. A solar system mobile hung from the ceiling in the center of the room. A mirror hung on the wall along with several banners with suns and moons on them. A long couch in the style of white feathers sat off to the side, complete with comfy cushions and pillows. There was a smaller purple telescope as well. Her bed still had the sparkling starry drapes and above that, were hanging purple drapes with a small moon on it and a large pink eye at the very top. Her bedspread was midnight blue with crescent moons on them and the chest by her bed was plainer than before.
Octavia sat up in bed, with her feathers ruffled, quite literally as well as figuratively. With a grumpy look on her face, Octavia inserted earphones into her ears and held a blue phone in her hand, decorated with a yellow crescent moon. Octavia got dressed in her usual pink shirt with stars on it, black pants, shoes and a crown on her head.
A playlist of songs appeared, the majority of them were by My Chemical Romance and some were by Lilith. An icon with flames and a sad face appeared on the screen and she pressed the play icon. Pop music played in her ears as a person sang: "My World is Burning Down Around Me."
"My world is burning down around me
My deep despair is what surrounds me, (yeah)
The dark decay
I feel so sad
It's black and gray
I hate you, dad
You'll never change
You'll only lie
It's all the same
My world is burning down around me
My deep despair is what surrounds me, (yeah)
My world is burning down around me
My deep despair is what will drown me, (yeah)
It's not a phase
It's not a phase
It's not a phase
It's not a phase
It's not a phase
It's not a phase
Mom, I swear, it's not a phase
My world is burning down around me
My deep despair is what surrounds me, (yeah)
My world is burning down around me
My deep despair is what will drown me, (yeah)"
The screams grew with intensity as she got out of bed and walked down a hall lined with Venus Fly Trap plants of different colors. They were arranged in a pattern of brown, magenta and purple. One poor potted planet crashed to the floor in front of Octavia. She stepped over the mess as she continued listening.
She could hear the vehement arguments form her parents as she walked into the spacious kitchen.
There was her mother, Queen Stella in a white dress with the top part of her outfit a light pink. A crown was on her head and light gray feathers fanned from her head like long hair.
"I can't believe you slept with an imp, in our fucking bed!" she screeched.
"It was unexpected!" Stolas replied. "I didn't have time to go to a motel!"
Stella seethed in disgust. "A motel?! Like a fucking plebian?!" (Roman word for commoner)
Stella screamed in rage.
"You want to fuck this one too?!"
In a fury, Stella grabbed a small white dressed imp butler and violently tossed him at her husband.
Stolas flinched, holding up his hands. "No! Of course not!"
Stella pointed a condescending finger at him. "You are a god damn embarrassment! I'm not spending another moment looking at your pathetic, imp-sucking face!"
Stella stormed out of the room, tossing and breaking more of Stolas' beloved potted plants as she yelled.
Stolas sighed in exasperation before turning to look at his sulking daughter who was sitting at a table with a box of cereal.
"Good mooorning, Octavia!" he greeted. "Did you sleep well, my owlet?"
"Was that a serious question?" she deadpanned as she drank coffee from a mug.
"Mm-hmm…" Stolas began as he walked to an old-fashioned white refrigerator with the royal crest on it. He opened the door and took out a slab of zebra meat on a plate. In a corner shelf was a can of soda and a cartoon of chocolate milk. In a zip-lock bag were three white dead mice for a later snack. (They were owls after all!)
"What's that you're listening to?" he asked, with a snap of his fingers.
"This song is called "My World Is Burning Down Around Me." It's by Fuck You Dad. It's a band."
"Ohh…how charming…" Stolas chuckled bemusedly, hurt by what he heard. He shut the door and fed the meat to a large white potted plant in a small alcove off the kitchen as he pet it. The satisfied plant closed its three eyes. A starry calendar hung on a nearby wall.
"So…you two done screaming for the day?" Octavia asked with a sip of her coffee.
"Um…" Stolas began as Stella let out another scream of anger along with a shattering of another object.
Stolas walked over to Octavia, who had a box of Robo Fizz's Greed Seed cereal next to her. He placed a hand on her shoulder. "You know what I haven't done in a long, looong time? I haven't taken you to your favorite place in all of Hell! Why don't we go to Loo-Loo Land?" He mentioned to a portrait of Stolas, Stella and a happy child Octavia in a dress at an apple theme park.
"I'm not five anymore," Octavia muttered.
"You always were so happy when I took you to Loo-Loo Land! What do you say we go there again, have a day, just the two of us!"
"I'd rather kill myself," she deadpanned.
"There we go!" Stolas beamed, bypassing her comment. "Anything but staying in this house." He lifted a finger. "Now, I'll arrange our security."
He picked up a white rotary phone carried on a platter by the battered imp servant.
"Security for a theme park?"
"We are rich, and we're hot. People want our money and our bodies!"
"Our money, maybe," Octavia said under her breath. Stolas rotated the dial a few times.
"Speak for yourself, Princess. Now, I'm calling the only man who can fuck me!"
Octavia looked with disgust, cereal falling from her hand. "What?"
"Who can protect me! Us," Stolas said. "Being part of the Goetia family is rather valuable, you know." The imp collapsed.
Octavia groaned and pulled her hat down over her eyes.
At the I.M.P. office, there was a picture of Blitzo wrapped in a towel with the words "#1 Bitch" on it, with the word "BOSS" in red over the letters. A paper crown rested on one corner of the picture frame.
Blitzo played with crude representations of Moxxie and Millie made of office supplies. "Millie" was made from a stick and clips while "Moxxie" was made from an eraser.
"Oh, Blitz, you're such a good boss!" Blitzo impersonated Millie. "Yeah, I really want you sir," he impersonated Moxxie. "Me too!" he said as Millie. "Let's three-way!" he said as himself before lowering the office puppets to his crotch. The screaming ringtone of his cellphone interrupted his pansexual fantasy.
"What?!" Blitzo yelled angrily into it. He lounged in his chair; legs propped up as he drank iced coffee from a bloodstained mug. A poster with SpindleHorse on hind legs with "Wild and Free," hung from the wall.
"Why hello, my big-dicked Blitzy!" Stolas spoke lustfully.
Both Blitzo and Octavia forcefully spit out their coffee. Blitzo slammed his "Boss Bitch" mug onto his desk.
Blitzo spoke angrily, "What…"
Octavia said, "The…
Blitzo: "Fuck…"
Octavia: "Dad?!
"Language! Everyone!" Stolas shouted out loud before speaking into the phone again. "I have a special request..."
"Aw G- Look," Blitzo mentioned, "I just had a chemical peel, so you'll have to find someone else's face to plant that feathered ass!" He was in no mood for another intimate session.
"It's for my daughter."
A session with Stolas' daughter? "Ah, well make sure she washes it."
"Oh! No! No, no, no!" Stolas cried taken aback. "I'm taking my daughter to Loo-Loo Land, and I was hoping you brave little imps would accompany us!"
"We're assassins, not bodyguards, 'kay? Don't invite us to shit unless someone's gonna die."
"I'll pay you."
"With what?"
"Money."
"Done!" Blitzo yelled in confirmation, accidentally smashing his phone against the desk.
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Meanwhile at Loo-Loo Land later on, Stolas pulled Octavia close with a gasp, letting go of his balloon.
"Oh, look, Via! You used to cry such tears of joy at this show!"
Stolas mentioned to a large circus tent with promotional signs of Robo Fizz on either side. A mother imp tried to drag her crying child toward the tent.
"Oh no…" Octavia breathed, her white pupils constricting. A flashback of when she was a young girl came back to her. She was pushed against the stage by other cheering imp children. Robo Fizz was a robotic imp jester who posed on the stage with his arms spread out. An animatronic band was behind him. A neon sign above read "Fizzarolli and Friends," with the "R" burnt out which made it look like "Fiends." Robo Fizz sparked and cackled, wiggling his fingers and leering over a crying Octavia. Off to the side, a scowling Blitzo was dressed in clown makeup and attending a food cart.
Back in the present, Octavia and Blitzo muttered at the same time: "I hate that fucking clown!"
Meanwhile, Stolas happily waved as he was being held captive in the air by the gang of imps pointing weapons at him.
"Oh Blitzy! I need my bodyguard, please!" Stolas smiled unconcerned before another imp jumped up and put a purple cloth sack over the owl's head. Another imp grinned and held Stolas' wallet. One imp jumped, trying to skewer him with a pitchfork. Blitzo turned around and fired his rifle, shooting the imp in the torso. Black blood splattered against the cloth sack over Stolas' head. The imps dropped him and quickly scattered away. Blitzo carried Stolas into the tent and set him down on a wooden bench before leaving. Octavia sat next to him, rolled her eyes and removed the blood-soaked cloth from Stolas' head. The owl blinked, wondering where he was.
Two spotlights merged into one on the stage and Robo Fizz flapped open the curtains. He wore a jester outfit, and his horns were covered with stripped cloth and little bells hung from the ends. A happy face and sad face pin were by his shoulders along with a string of lights as a necklace. His pants were striped, and he wore gloves. His shirt had small white broken hearts near the bottom and his eyes glowed an eerie green.
Six lit up arrow signs pointed to him and read: "Fizzarolli," "Robot property of Mammon," "Look at him go!" "Yes! Love 2 c it!" "Wow!" "He."
Robo Fizz held up a sign with "Lu" crossed out in red with "Loo-Loo, the better one," on it. He also briefly held out a red and gold contract signed by Mammon: "This is a statement regarding the unfair accusations that my theme park "Loo-Loo Land" is trying to profit off my friend and ruler Lucifer's park Lu World. This is false. These allegations are baseless and untrue. You are all just dicks. Fuck right off and stop saying that, alright? They are legally distinct. I checked. Signed Mammon."
"Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Implings!" he said in his showman voice. "It's me, the Robotic Fizzarolli! Shipped from Mammon's factory to bring you a wonderful show celebrating Loo-Loo Land (spelled with Os to avoid lawsuits!) H-H-H-H-Hit it!"
He snapped his fingers. Rows of spotlights lit up and he began to sing. The curtains opened and Robo Fizz's Five Nights at Freddy's band played. An open clown mouth served as the stage backdrop. Robo Fizz rapidly pointed at a boy imp and a girl imp and made his rounds toward Stolas and Octavia. He moved back to the stage just as Blitzo aimed his sniper at him in warning. The band played on a rising structure shaped like a cake, decorated with eyes and sharp spikes.
"Loo-Loo Land, Loo-Loo Land!
Everybody sing along with the Loo-Loo band!
Every girl, every boy, every woman, every man
Loves Loo-Loo Land!"
An animatronic bear and a smaller rabbit meshed together played a red banjo with a pentagram on it. A lopsided dinosaur played a guitar decorated with flames. A green frog with large human teeth played the Robo Fizz head drums and a brown dog played the triangle. The two speakers on either side were shaped like weapons and had skulls on them. "Fizzarolli and Friends" sign glowed at the top.
"Loo-Loo Land! Loo-Loo Land!
Everything is beautiful in Loo-Loo Land!
Ugly children holdin' hands
In Loo-Loo Land!"
Robo Fizz briefly pulled a crowd of imps into a hug before spinning around and tossing them aside. They crashed back into the stands. He hugged the animatronic dinosaur which fizzled and slapped the bear and rabbit, which squirted black ink at a nearby imp.
He poured gasoline onto a pile of "cease and desist" papers, causing them to go up in flames.
"Everybody's friendly, and nobody is mean
No copyright infringement's ever seen!"
In an imitation of Princess Charlie, Robo Fizz then posed on top of a piano. He stood on top, hand over his heart in the spotlight.
"I have a dream…"
The backup singer added ("He has a dream…")
"I'm here to tell…"
("He's here to tell…")
"About a magical fantastic place called Loo-Loo Land!"
He spun his body around and landed in a pose with arms and legs spread out. Octavia watched with disgust and boredom.
"Loo-Loo Land, Loo-Loo Land!
Everybody sing along with the Loo-Loo band!
Every girl, every boy, every woman, every man
Loves Loo-Loo Land!"
The show ended with a pyrotechnic display. Green flames ate up one of the curtains and Robo Fizz laughed manically as he did a final pose up front. Octavia leaned her head back and pounded her fist on the bench in annoyance. Stolas cheered and rapidly clapped.
"Ohhohohoho! How delightful!" he hooted. "Haven't had this much fun since the last Harvest Moon Festival…" Octavia hid her face in her hat again.
Behind Stolas, an imp armed with a wave-shaped keris sword rose from beneath the seats, ready to stab him. The imp's head was quickly blown apart by Blitzo at the back seats.
"Oh! My, what aim you have, Blitzy!" Stolas praised.
"Ugh! I can't do this anymore!" Octavia shouted in fury.
"Octavia!" Stolas reached out in concern as the owl teen stormed off. Stolas chased after her as Blitzo followed suit. Robo Fizz cackled as he spotted the imp dashing along.
"Mu ha hoho-oh! Is that Blitzo my sensors spot up there?" He emphasized the silent "O" in his name. "I bet the kiddies are still running away from you, huh?"
He spun his head around in loops and cackled.
"The 'O' is silent now!" Blitzo stopped and yelled.
Robo Fizz mocked him some more and did wild dance-like poses. "A-awwww, just like your audience always was when you to-told your lazy jokes here!" He laughed.
Blitzo tossed his sunglasses aside. "I make more money killin' people than you do being a cheap-ass robo ripoff of an overrated sell-out jester!"
Robo Fizz glitched. "Oh ho! Someone's salty! Real or not though, people love me! Does anybody love you…"
His face turned dark, and his eyes glowed menacingly, grin stretched wide, "Blitzo?!"
"No. But I'm really good with guns now!" Blitzo took out his sniper. "Dance, bitch!"
Blitzo slammed a new magazine into his rifle, switched it to full-auto and opened up on Robo Fizz, who cartwheeled out of the way of the rounds. He rapidly spun like a wheel up the stairs to where Blitzo was. He coiled himself around Blitzo like a snake, before using his momentum to launch the imp out of the tent.
"Ohhhh! Fuck meeeee!" Blitzo yelled.
Outside, Wally Wayford, an imp with a southern accent was selling lit torches from a cart. There were two posters of Robo Fizz, the first was "Fizzarolli and the Handy Dandies."
The other showed Robo Fizz with handcuffs: "Robo Fizz Personal Companion. Gives and receives. Ribbed for your pleasure. Real tentacle action. Ten speed vibration. BDSM feature. Machine Washable."
"Torches, I say, I say!" Wally said in a southern accent. "Get your inconvenient torches here!"
Blitzo landed on the cart with a yell, which scattered the green torches everywhere.
"Oww! I say ow!" Wally screamed.
The flames lit the big top of fire. The emerald flames rapidly spread to all corners of the park. The burning melting animatronics fled the tent as Robo Fizz cackled with demonic glee at the chaos.
Back at the blaster game, Blitzo had crash landed through the roof and into the pervert carnie just in time, saving Millie.
"Sir?!" asked Moxxie, surprised.
"Oh hey guys!" a dazed Blitzo replied. "You should probably go and uh…make sure Stolas is okay! I got some…unfinished business to take care of."
Blitzo stood up and drew a brown flintlock pistol and fired. Robo Fizz swayed creepily toward Blitzo, a red eye showing on his burning grinning face, green flames behind him. His metal arms and body were revealed. The impact spun Robo Fizz's head around…but the jester was unharmed by the shot.
"Oh what a mouth!" Blitzo exclaimed as Robo Fizz caught the bullet in his mouth and spat it out. Blitzo grimaced as Robo Fizz rolled at him again. Moxxie, Millie and Blitzo jumped out of the way as the jester hit the booth, destroying it in a large explosion. Shrapnel and several white imp head prizes flew through the air on fire. The piece of a stuffed animal hit a young imp boy on the head, leaving him unconscious. The photographer then snapped the picture of the imp family.
"Goddammit Nathan!" the fat father yelled to the fallen boy. "You ruined another bloody photo! Why were you even born?!"
Stolas wandered around other booths: Aim and Fire Shoot Apple, Happy Ducking, and a bomb themed Knok game. One was called Eggs in the Basket, Poison Apples sold caramel apples decorated like slimy skulls and a dunking game was called Drown the Sinner.
Stolas then gasped. "Octavia?"
"Just leave me alone!" she fired.
Octavia ran into a fun house shaped like an elongated head of Lucifer. The face was white with the blushes on the cheeks and the eyes were green and snake-like. The steps were positioned onto a long tongue and the fun house entrance was shaped like Lucifer's fanged mouth. A top hat and an apple reading "Fun House" was at the top. Stolas followed her inside as two grinning imps held rope and weapons close behind.
The neon purple interior was filled with eyes, tubes, swinging pendulums, mirrors and disembodied hands. Stolas went further into the room and looked around. A sign reading "Smile" had an arrow pointed down at a tunnel. A shadow appeared behind Stolas as a random imp jumped onto his shoulders.
"Um, I think I'm supposed to be body-guarded right now!" Stolas said, annoyed.
The imp covered Stolas' mouth with his shirt sleeve, but was shot in the head, falling to the ground. Moxxie and Millie appeared in the entryway, Millie had just shot the imp.
"Ugh. That's better," Stolas said, brushing his sleeve. "Where is Blitzy? He's my knight in shining armor, not you littler ones." Even his apple hat got an annoyed expression on it.
The imps came over to him, Millie hugging the thing stuffed animal. "He's…uh busy."
"Being a fool," said Moxxie.
"What kind of fool?" asked Stolas.
"The "everything is now on fire," kind," Moxxie replied.
Stolas left the imps, dodging two swinging pendulums, and headed down a tunnel into an adjoining room filled with eyes on the wall. He then spotted Octavia sitting in one of four apple-themed rail cars, crying.
"Octavia…" Stolas breathed. He took off his apple hat and it fell to the floor, the goofy face now a sad face, reflecting Stolas' emotional state.
Stolas scooted next to Octavia, leaving a bit of space between them. "I take it you are…not having fun."
"I didn't even want to come here!" Octavia protested; arms folded.
"I'm sorry, sweetie. I…I thought you loved it here."
Octavia glared at her father and sniffed. "When I was a kid and my parents didn't hate each other, and my dad didn't flirt with some…weird red dickhead the entire time."
Both owls looked downcast.
"I'm sorry, Via," Stolas said. "I'm sorry for…everything happening right now. I know it's a lot but I…uh…I should have listened."
Octavia sobbed. "I just want to go home, but home doesn't even feel like home anymore. You ruined it." More tears fell from Octavia's eyes as she shook her head and wiped more away with her arm.
"You need to understand, you mother and I…" He stroked the back of his head, nervously. "I just…I felt…she's always been…I haven't been…" He stuttered, "…we weren't in…" He buried his head in his hands, "I'm sorry, I-I-I don't have the words."
"Are you going to run off with him? And leave me behind? Go away where…I can't find you?"
"What? No!" Stolas pulled her close. "No, no, never. I'd never do that. Never."
Both of them embraced in a tight hug for several quiet moments.
"I think it's time to leave this place," Stolas said. Octavia smiled a bit through her tears. Despite his mistakes, her father loved her dearly. It wasn't too hard to forgive him. Stolas lifted her up into his arms and continued, "You were right. You are too old for it, anyway." He walked through an apple shaped opening.
Stolas carried Octavia out of the Fun House as an imp grinned manically in the space above the drop-ceiling. The imp dropped down and flicked open a switchblade behind him. Stolas immediately turned around, his red eyes glowing brightly. The frightened imp was turned to stone on the spot, then was knocked over by a pendulum.
As dusk feel outside, the park was reduced to pandemonium. Millie tried to shoot Robo Fizz who wildly rolled around. The red dragon picked up Robo Fizz, tossed him into the air before catching him and swallowing him whole. On the dragon's back, Moxxie gaped in terror.
Stolas and Octavia left the park gates.
"So, what would you like to do now?" Stolas asked.
Octavia smiled. "Oh, can we go to Stylish Occult? They sell weird taxidermy there."
"Hmm," Stolas said reluctantly, but then said "Okay."
Octavia let out a small laugh. "Thanks, dad. You're okay sometimes."
Stolas smiled down at her; his face bright against the starry sky above. It was nice to get a compliment from her. "Thank you, Via. Thank you…"
HARVEST MOON FESTIVAL (RECAP)
Sunlight cast a cheerful reddish light against the polished walls of the exterior of Stolas' palace. The double doors displayed half a sun and a crescent moon on them, while thin see-through drapes curved over the balcony. Stolas' sigil glowed on the wall below the balcony. An array of coffin-shaped stained glass windows added to the decorative design.
Inside Stolas' bedroom, Stolas let out a deep sigh of passion. Sunlight shone through the stained glass windows. The tied up curtains, walls and hanging banners all bore small crowns within the family crest designs. Blitzo lit up a cigarette and proceeded to smoke with his hands folded behind his head against the pillows. Blitzo glanced over as Stolas leaned his head toward him.
Stolas smiled. "I'm sorry for having to move our little rendezvous early. I have an engagement this month on the full moon."
Stolas briefly moved his head upside down playfully. His gray feathery chest was visible, with leather straps crossing his chest and shoulders. Both his black hands were tied over his head with rope to the headboard. A red ball gag was around his neck and a harness. Blitzo's chest was a natural red and white and a small black sleeveless jacket was the only thing he wore.
Blitzo reached up and pressed his cigarette tip against the rope, freeing Stolas' hands. Stolas took a long drag from Blitzo's cigarette.
"When this happens, it's not really something I fuss about," Blitzo mentioned. "But do you really need the book for this farm bullshit? I have like fifteen new clients waiting for heads to roll." Blitzo tapped a finger to his palm several times for emphasis.
"As shocking as it may seem, Blitzy, my grimoiiiire is actually incredibly important," said Stolas. "And it isn't supposed to be lent out to itty-bitty imps like yourself."
Stolas put out the cigarette on Blitzo's head and pinched the imp's cheeks. An annoyed Blitzo grunted and shoved his hand away.
"The Harvest Moon is a very special occasion!" Stolas explained. "It's been my annual duty to showcase it in the Ring of Wrath." Stolas flexed his thin dark arms while Blitzo pulled a stray white feather out of his mouth in disgust. "It's celebrated by a very charming little festival with the locals," Stolas added. Stolas rested his head on his hand close to Blitzo.
"Wrath, huh?" Blitzo asked. "My employees are from there. I've never really been there. I've heard it's full of inbred chucklefucks."
Stolas sat up in excitement. "Oh! Why don't you all join me at the festival? I can guarantee you all…"
With a playful shake of his shoulders, Stolas pulled the cover over his head. His grinning face then appeared near Blitzo's crotch.
"…special access." Stolas chuckled, holding onto Blitzo's legs.
"Look, I told you, we're not bodyguards, okay?" Blitzo explained. "That was a one-time thing we did badly." The Loo-Loo Land event wasn't something he'd forget anytime soon.
"I'm simply offering a work-free day of fun!" Stolas mentioned. He stood up with the covers on his head and did a playful owl head tilt. "I feel quite safe at the Harvest Festival. It's the same every year." He smiled, eyes briefly closed.
Blitzo sighed. "Well if you promise this isn't some fuck fest invite, it does sound like it could be a blast and a half. Plus, it's not like we can do jack shit without your book anyway."
Stolas leaned toward Blitzo and spoke in a baby talk voice. "Aww, I'm sowwy your clients will have to wait."
Blitzo chuckled and waved a dismissive hand. "Oh, fuck my clients!"
0 0 0
Wally Wackford stood on the wooden stage, holding a gray microphone decorated with an eye in the center and small horns on the top. He wore his usual white shirt, vest, white pants and dark boots. He twirled his black cane and tipped his black top hat. Large speakers with skulls on the inside stood off to either side. Nested under a stripped tent in the back center of the stage sat Stolas on a stool. He wore his usual crown, black top hat and royal red robes. The grimoire lay on his lap. A white banner held up by high spears read "Harvest Moon Festival" in bold blood red letters. Stolas' sigil and a pentagram decorated the banner background.
Wally Wackford spoke dramatically through the microphone.
"Welcome, I say-a welcome all to Wrath-a Ring's annual Harvest-a Moon-a a Festival! To kick things up, we have the great prince Stolas-a here to user in this here Pain Games!"
Stolas took the microphone from him and chuckled in slight embarrassment.
"How kind, Wackford."
Stolas then addressed the audience. "Greetings tiny Wrath Ring imps! I hereby welcome you all to another year of celebrating the spoils of your labor that continue to feed the citizens of Hell!"
A crowd of imps glared at him and several boos were heard. Many of these Wrath imps were impoverished farmers who lived on scraps, meat or good crops if they were lucky. The food they worked so hard to produce was consumed by royalty and those in the other Rings. But the reward for their work was being underfed, underpaid and underappreciated instead. The unbalanced cycle had lasted for generations.
Striker too, stared at Stolas with a burning hatred. Here was this owl prince who paraded around in his garb while he had to deal with war and a daily battle for survival.
Stolas obliviously continued. "I'm happy to kick off the start of these games that will challenge the toughest imps to show their skill and dominance." He did a little wave with his fingers. "Good luck to you all!" He noticed Blitzo in the crowd beside Moxxie and Striker and spoke lower. "Especially that sexy little one there! Yoo-hoo! Blitzy!"
"Ugh. Fuck me," Blitzo scowled.
A gun went off and the games began.
The first event was the race. Moxxie was instantly trampled by the other racers.
The second event was the high jump. Striker climbed over the high wooden ramp structure with ease and raced after Blitzo who jumped past him. Moxxie struggled to keep his balanced as he reached the top. He slipped down, trying to use his claws to hold on. He fell with a splash in a small puddle…and was promptly chewed on by a monstrous black and white shark with several red eyes.
The third event was an event with rope. Striker grinned as he held a tied up Blitzo. Blitzo's arms, legs and horns were all tied up. Moxxie gulped as a stronger grinning imp tied him up with ease.
The fourth event was tug of war. The crowd cheered as the two teams pulled hard. Striker, Blitzo and Moxxie were on a team. Moxxie stumbled and fell into nearby water, where the shark attacked him again.
The fifth event was mud wrestling. Blitzo and Striker grinned as they wrestled each other, Striker getting the upper hand as he held Blitzo down, arms locked. Moxxie was instantly crushed in a football hurdle by a group of imps. As they got off of him, Moxxie sat up. And the shark leaped out of the water and over the fence.
"Mother fucker!" Moxxie screamed as the shark crushed him. (Moxxie somehow survived all this.)
Wally Wackford was back on stage.
"I say, I say for the first year ever, we have a tie for winner of the Harvest Moon Pain Games!"
Stolas took the microphone from him again.
"The winners are…Striker, aaaand my darling Blitzy!" Stolas did a one-legged pose as the crowd cheered.
"Just say my name right!" Blitzo hollered. He muttered "Fuckin' dick!" as he and Striker walked onto the stage.
0 0 0
Back on stage, after tapping the microphone, Stolas magically flipped through his grimoire, which hovered in front of him.
"My dear commoners of the Ring of Wrath! I Stolas of the Ars Goetia, hereby curse this year's harvest with the glow of the true Harvest Moon!"
The sunset sky swirled above him until a portal appeared with a light purple sparkly rim. The portal revealed a beautiful pink-orange colored full moon in a clear starry night sky. The imp audience oohed at the splendid sight. One of them yelled out that he knew that Stolas would do the portal trick.
TRUTH SEEKERS (RECAP)
Moxxie banged on the door. "Quick! The book!" he called to Loona. Loona growled and squinted.
"Shit," she muttered. "I can't…I can't read the spell in this light!" She slammed her knuckle on the page and squinted her canine eyes. "I can't see dick!"
For the first time, Loona and the others had fearful looks on their faces.
"Well shit! Looks like we milked this weapon dick dry and now we're out of badassery." Blitzo groaned.
"Ha! You demons aren't going anywhere now!" Agent Two laughed as she and Agent One aimed their guns. The crew growled at them.
"Ah!"
Suddenly, a multi-eyed shadow growled and appeared high on the wall. It appeared to morph from Blitzo's imp shadow. The agents lowered their weapons and glanced around. A screen fuzzed to static near them, showing a grainy image of something plowing through the metal door. The screen shook then clicked off. A pair of glowing red eyes appeared in the screen reflection.
One by one, the screens snapped off from the pipes and wires, crashing to the floor. A chilling voice whispered…
"Who dares threaten my impish little plaything?"
"Who said that?!" Agent One demanded, aiming his gun at the ceiling.
Faint bird prints appeared on the linoleum tile floor, near I.M.P. Agent One aimed his weapon but a screen crashed into his head, knocking him down. He glanced over at Agent Two, who stood in a very strange manner. She was moving her head rapidly from side to side, her arms slack at her sides.
"Agent Two?" he quavered in fear.
Her face was contorted in pain, her mouth open in an angular shape. Her hands cupped her cheeks and her eyes were wide with red irises. Behind her, the bodies of other agents rose, their eyes sunken black, faces blank. Agent One extended a shaking hand toward her…
She whirled around and Agent One screamed as he flinched back. Her eyes took up much of her face and she bore a wide sinister grin with sharp white teeth. Veins popped out on her skin and eyes. She cracked her neck a few times.
"What's the matter, demon hunter? Never seen a real demon before?"
Her voice was intermingled with a darker voice and appeared to be distorted. As Agent Two let out a demonic laugh, Agent One noticed the mindless agent bodies, eyes black and empty, drawing Stolas' sigil in their red blood around her feet. They were creating it at breath-taking speed. Before long, Agent Two fell to her knees and a gush of black energy rose from her mouth. Agent Two, now free from the possession, coughed, black liquid around her mouth. Her eyes were wide in fear as she gasped at the horrific sight before her. Feathers fell around her.
Blitzo and the others watched as a huge shadowy bird slowly rose over them, dark feathers dripping red. Its body was interlaced with what appeared to be red liquid energy that merged with its body like lava. Two demonic red eyes stared back at them, while its mouth displayed a gaping beak with five sharp claw-like appendages on either side of it.
The two agents cowered together in fear on their knees as the towering owl demon owl beast roared at them with a terrible screech. They covered their eyes as the monster showed four glowing red eyes on its face and a gaping open mouth with little sharp teeth on the sides. Its feathery body was silhouetted in the crimson light, as was its talon feet.
With a swoop, the beast diminished in size, twirling in a spiral until revealing the angry four eyed regal figure of Stolas. He glared down at the cowering agents before turning on his heels. Stolas pushed a button and all the doors unlocked, the red light fading.
Stolas walked over to the group, his eyes glowing under the flickering florescent light. His face was in shadow before a light revealed it.
"Stolas?!" gasped Blitzo in disbelief. "Wha-hold on, how did you know we needed help?"
Stolas smiled and lowered to Blitzo's level. "I have my ways, darling," he mused. He cupped Blitzo's cheeks gently. "Are you alright?"
"Ugh, I'm fine, Stolas," Blitzo muttered.
Stolas pat his head. "Mm. Good."
Then he roughly grabbed Blitzo's cheek, eyes blaring in anger. "How the fuck did you get caught by humans?!" He then stepped back and addressed the crew. "Are you little creatures not being careful up here?" He booped Blitzo in the nose. "You know, if you get in trouble, I get in trouble. We don't want that!" He pinched Blitzo's cheek hard and he glared.
"They caught us off guard, your highness!" Moxxie exclaimed.
"Yeah, you can unclench your bird-puss, Stolas, it's not gonna happen again, okay?" Blitzo remarked.
"Luckily for you, most don't believe the word of the demon-obsessed lunatics," Stolas mentioned. He bent down toward the shaking agents in the corner. "They are seen as kooks!"
Stolas stood up and giggled. "Kooks! Such a silly word."
Stolas clapped his hands. "Now! Let us all return!" He spread his hands as if opening a curtain and blue light appeared around a portal. The I.M.P. office lay before them.
"Yes please!" Moxxie said. "I'd like to get back to the correct hellhole as soon as possible."
Moxxie then glanced back at the cowardly agents and a look of concern came to his face.
"Wait...don't you guys think we should kill off those agents first? Or at least wipe the camera feed?"
"Nah," said Blitzo. "We won that fight."
"Seriously! Why are they still there?! We'll get in trouble once humans know about our existence…"
"Come on, Mox!" Millie called, dragging the protesting imp through the portal by his hand. Stolas, indeed figured that the two agents were not worth his time…but Blitzo certainly was.
Loona carried the grimoire through. Stolas scooped up Blitzo in his arms before he could walk further.
"Am I going to get any thank you for the rescue, Blitzy?" Stolas asked.
"Well, I suppose you should. Want me to fuck your brains out tonight?" Blitzo replied.
Stolas beamed, eyes briefly closed in bliss. "Very much so."
"Alright," said Blitzo with a chuckle, caressing Stolas' head. "But you're keeping quiet or I'm using those bear traps!"
He ran a slow finger down Stolas' feathery neck and the owl prince shivered and sighed in delight. His face was beat red as he said in lust, "Oh, please do." Blitzo and Stolas then merged their mouths together, their long tongues intersecting and dancing in a passionate French-kiss.
The two agents stood and stared in disbelief as the portal closed and the blue light vanished, a blue compass symbol blinking away.
"So what now?" asked Agent Two.
"What now?!" Agent One beamed with his hands out. "We finally got the evidence we needed to be taken seriously!"
With a swoop of his hand, he cleared a space in front of him. Among the ruined bloodstained pipes, he typed rapidly on a keyboard. Four camera screens lit up after static appeared. The first one showed Blitzo and Moxxie fighting the agents, the second one displayed Millie fighting with her ax. The third showed Loona fighting a guy with a curved sword and the fourth showed in red, Stolas appearing in his demon form, the agents cowering.
Under the flickering rectangular ceiling light, the two agents smiled and put on their sunglasses at the same time.
Agent One paused the screens, showing the faces of a smiling Blitzo, Moxxie, Millie with an ax, Loona with teeth barred and a regal Stolas in battle. The screens faded as "no signal" appeared on them in green.
"Nobody in corporate is ignoring this," said Agent One before letting out a dark evil laugh.
OZZIE'S (RECAP)
Stolas poured milk into his bowl of cereal at the palace dining room. He used a purple spoon to eat. His cereal had blue, red and yellow stars and moons in it. The purple and yellow bowl had the family crest on it.
Stolas slumped in a high-backed purple velvet chair, his glowing red eyes slanted and fatigued. He heaved out a sad sigh, sitting all by himself at the long empty table. A bronze space mobile quietly creaked from the ceiling while the hanging potted plant stems extended outwards, giving the room an unkempt look.
Stolas, too, appeared unkempt and dreary. Every day, his relationship with Stella grew worse and worse. Without a word, Stella had led Octavia outside and into their family car. Octavia was spending the weekend with her mother instead, a temporary truce. But one piercing glare from his wife's pink angry eyes and Stolas knew divorce was imminent.
How cold and empty his castle felt without his family there. But it was even darker without his lovely imp companion. How could Stolas reconcile with his wife and daughter after being so tempted by his sexual desires for him? As fun as being intimate with Blitzo was, a part of him longed to step out of his sensual comfort zone. If he could gather up the courage to really get to know Blitzo…who he was like on the inside…hell forbid, actually feel genuine romance as well…
But everything was so hopeless; he was all alone after all. Would he ever see his loved ones happy again?
Scooping up his cereal bowl, Stolas slumped onto the couch, his red housecoat drooping on his arms. He clicked on the television; the Hell-G Network activated. On the screen, "Hella-novela" appeared in elegant writing. As the show started to play, Stolas turned up the volume several times, briefly escaping from the dullness of reality. He slumped lower in his seat.
Against a pink and white bubbly background, an imp woman with long black hair with a white streak, black horns, and a black dress appeared on screen. She wore a gold necklace, a bracelet and matching hoop earrings. Her mascara trailed down her face like black tears.
"Why, why won't you love me, Alejandro?" she sobbed.
"That's a mood, Gabriella," Stolas sympathized sadly, eating a spoonful of his cereal.
Just then, the rotary phone on a side table rang. The phone speakers were shaped like sunflowers. The ringing of the phone sounded like owl hoots; "Woo-woo-woo-woo-woooo!" Smoke rose from the phone and appearing in lavender letters was a bold message: "Blitzy Is Calling."
Stolas' heart leapt; his eyes went wide, and he briefly chocked. He frantically reached for his phone, knocking over his bowl of cereal in the process. He lifted himself up from the couch and hastily grabbed the phone.
"Helloo? Hello Blitzy!"
"Stolas, hey you-uh, shit," Blitzo stuttered. "You busy tonight?"
Stolas glanced at his spilled cereal on the floor. "Umm, why do you ask?"
"I was wondering if you…wanna come with me to a club tonight?"
Stolas' eyes lit up. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Are you asking me on a date, Blitzy?" He blushed, white hearts appearing in his eyes.
Blitzo paused. "I-yes, I suppose that is what's happening. How fast can you get down to Lust?"
Stolas eagerly leapt from the couch and raced to his room.
"I can be ready in 20!"
He searched through his closet, pushing aside a hanging red and white shirt from Loo-Loo Land.
"Alright, fantastic. See you soon," said Blitzo.
"I'll see yooou, Blitzy!" Stolas crowed as he hung up. He put on a fancy outfit and applied eyeliner in front of a large vanity mirror bordered by purple flower lights. He happily put on blush and admired himself again. With a snap of his fingers, a portal appeared to Lust.
0 0 0
Blitzo paced back and forth on the street next to the "Horny Hotel," "Position," "Chucklefucks," and "Fun House."
"Come on, come on, come on," the impatient imp tapped his foot.
"Oh Blitzy!" called a familiar voice. Blitzo turned around and spotted a glowing bluish portal. Stolas strolled out of it. "I'm here!"
Stolas wore a fancy dark high-collared suit with white buttons and a white frilly ruffle. He had long sleeves with white trim by his hands. His magnificent robe displayed a moving red night sky decorated with stars. Blitzo thought he was looking at outer space through Stolas' clothing. Stolas' head of feathers was sleeked back.
A spotlight randomly shone on Blitzo, illuminating his dark spiked leather jacket and reddish shirt. "Wow. That's a bit overkill, don't ya think?" he deadpanned.
Stolas chuckled nervously and blushed as the portal closed behind him. "W-well I-I just wanted to look a little nicer for you. This is our first real date after all."
Stolas offered Blitzo his hand and he reluctantly took it. They walked hand in hand toward Ozzie's.
"Oh yeah, I guess this is, huh," Blitzo replied, unsure.
They walked up to Jesse the bouncer. He spotted Blitzo and glared.
"You again? Beat it, shithead…"
"Ahem," Stolas cleared his throat. "Do we have a problem?"
Jesse looked taken aback at the sight of the towering prince. He bowed apologetically. "Oh uh, shit…my apologies, your highness. Uh, please go right in."
Stolas and Blitzo walked up the stairs and into the building. Blitzo briefly peered from behind the curtain with a triumphant grin and flipped off the angry bouncer before going inside.
Blitzo sneaked around with darting eyes as he entered. Stolas, however, grinned and stood amazed at the grandeur of the dinner theater. He gasped.
"Oh my!"
Blue and pink lighting filled the elegant space. Drapes and string lights hung from the ceiling and blue lotus lights added to the attractive contrasting atmosphere. The wallpaper consisted of Asmodeus' crest with bull and ram imagery. Blue flames burned behind glass in an impressive display. A mural of an imp with a white dress with a heart on it was displayed on the ceiling. The light fixtures were shaped like large hearts, decorated with dotted lights.
Under a chandelier with blue inward facing drapes and blue flames were hovering cages with glowing teal bars. Inside the cages were dragon-like demons, contained for sexual purposes. A red female imp with dragon wings flew around with a platter of food.
"Oh no; no, but yes!" Stolas contradicted himself as he glanced around in childlike wonder.
Near the penis-shaped runway stage was an array of round tables with white tablecloths and two heart-shaped chairs at each one. A short squat imp waiter showed them to their seats. One of the seats had a stack of books on it. The waiter pushed Stolas' chair in and left. Stolas happily sighed and sat down in his seat as Blitzo sat on the stack of books. A blue candle was in a holder at the center of the table.
"Oh, Blitz, how romantic is this?! What made you choose such a place to bring me?"
"Oh, it just sounded like…" He pulled out a pair of binoculars, "I just thought we'd have a blast here, you know?"
Blitzo peered through his binoculars. At one table, he saw the white-dressed imp butler surrounded by a harem of demons at one table. There was a fat female imp, a slender female imp with curved horns and a blue flame candle on her head, a snake-like jester, a black-haired imp wearing upside down cross earrings and a fish net shirt and finally a large goat with an upside down cross and a red flame candle on his head. The butler held a glass of orange liquid, a look of satisfaction on his face.
At another table, Josh and Ace, two male members of Verosika's crew, sat together at a table, leaning close to each other.
At a third table, a muscular imp appeared to be thrusting and receiving oral from another imp under the table, a long tail pointing out.
Two winged succubi kissing at another table…a lone imp raising a glass…
…Moxxie and Millie staring at each other lovingly at their table.
"Gotcha!" Blitzo grinned.
Stolas sat confused. "Oh, Blitz. What are you looking at?"
Blitzo stayed in place. "I'm looking at nothing; how about that?"
Just then, a small female waitress imp named Crane came up to the table. She wore a feathered headband with a small teal heart on it.
"Can I get you two off…I mean, start you two off with some drinks?"
"Yes!" said Stolas, looking at the menu. "Um, perhaps some wine to share; do you prefer red wine or white wine, Blitz? Or perhaps some champagne?"
"Yeah, whatever," Blitzo shrugged, still not turning around.
Stolas chuckled nervously. "Well, perhaps all three. Why not?"
The waitress scribbled down their order and walked away. Stolas tapped a finger on the table. "So, Blitz, how was your day?"
Blitzo finally looked at Stolas. "Huh? Oh, good I guess. We killed a bunch of beardos." He glanced back through the binoculars.
"That sounds fun!" Stolas added. "How did you kill them?" He asked a question like it was a typical conversation starter for a date.
Blitzo turned around.
"How? I-I-I mean, there was a lot of them, so I- bullets."
Stolas laughed nervously again, wondering why Blitzo was acting so standoffish. Maybe Blitzo was nervous at this first date and was trying to act disinterested in him. Or was it an act?
Stolas continued. "Right, right…so what made you decide to ask me out after all this time?"
"Uhhhhhh…."
Blitzo couldn't tell him about him wanting to spy on Moxxie and Millie. He didn't want to hurt his feelings or say he wasn't interested. Mostly he wanted to avoid this awkward moment and go back to looking at his employees. Seeing the people he knew were so happy together…it secretly warmed his heart. But it also made him envious. They could please and love each other as they wanted, with no worry of betrayal. Why was he the one stuck with Stolas who wanted to use him for his own pleasures?
This owl prince who somehow accepted Blitzo for who he was, despite his lower status?
The one who seemed to care for him underneath the lustful exterior?
Stolas stood up in concern for Blitzo during the lust song. Fizzarolli winked at Asmodeus.
"Who's that at the table? Is your date a demon prince?" Asmodeus asked in song.
Fizzarolli looked at Stolas through a pair of binoculars next to him. The red spotlight shone on Stolas and a frightened look appeared on his face as he looked around.
"Stolas, is that you?" Asmodeus asked.
"Are you sleepin' with an imp?!" a surprised Wally Wackford bellowed, pointing.
"Wooo! My dark lord, how the mighty do fall!" Asmodeus added in song as Fizzarolli leered at Blitzo on the ground.
Asmodeus sat Stolas in a heart-shaped chair. Appearing on either side of Stolas from blue flames were illusions of Stella and Octavia, eye glowing, faces stern.
"You used to have a smoking wife, a kid, you had it all," Asmodeus mused.
The illusions disappeared in front of him, only leaving a humiliated Blitzo that Fizzarolli placed onto the chair.
"I hope you didn't give it up, so you and him could get it on!"
Blitzo and Stolas looked away from each other in shame. Stolas hid his face behind a menu.
Asmodeus was tickled pink at Stolas' mistake. "You sold your life for a thrust!
Now that's the spirit of lu-u-u-ust!"
Before long, Stolas looked with concern at Blitzo, who was angry and closed off. Stolas tentatively reached a black hand to comfort him, but Blitzo pulled back with a clenched hand.
"You know what? This was a mistake. Alright, let's just…let's just leave."
A disheartened Stolas responded, "Oh. Right. Of course."
Both of them got up from their chairs.
"I'll take you home in my van," Blitzo offered, looking straight ahead.
"Ok then."
Blitzo crossed his arms and Stolas clutched his head, both of them feeling vulnerable, exposed and worn out.
Blitzo drove the IMP van through a portal that Stolas created, stopping by a water fountain at the front of Stolas' castle. Stolas winced as he bumped his head getting out of the van. Stolas tossed some apple-shaped straw holders back in the van before closing the door. He peered through the open window.
"Thank you for…inviting me out tonight. Despite everything that's happened, I…I enjoyed spending time with you."
"Yeah," an irritated Blitzo replied, not looking at him.
"You know, I have some more wine in the house. Octavia's with her mother this weekend so we could…"
"I'm not fucking you tonight, okay?" Blitzo spat. "I'm really just…" He sighed. "I'm really not in the mood, Stolas."
"We could talk, or…watch a movie, or…maybe cuddle?" Stolas suggested, trying to soften the mood.
Blitzo glared at Stolas, anger and pain in his eyes. "Stolas, don't act like what we have is anything but you wanting me to fuck you, okay?" His voice broke in sadness, "You make that really clear all the time." He added, eyes downcast, face turned away, "But I just, I-I can't do it tonight, okay?"
Stolas and Blitzo stared at each other with sad looks on their faces. "I'm sorry," said Blitzo.
"Okay," Stolas sighed, with a sorrowful bow. He stood up and stepped back. "Goodnight, Blitz."
"Night," said Blitzo.
Blitzo drove away from the castle and out of sight. Stolas was left all by himself again. Shedding a tear, he sat alone on the steps, head in his hands. Everything was his fault, it seemed. Just when he thought that he and Blitzo had grown closer…Blitzo had pushed him away.
Just like Stella and Octavia.
All because of his sexual urges and mistakes.
More tears fell from his eyes. Would Blitzo break up with him like Stella? Would he be truly alone?
Stolas looked up forlornly at the starry crimson sky…and for the first time, he felt like the cosmos and fate were watching over him instead of the other way around.