A/N: Haven't updated you people in a few chapters. Hello, I'm still writing this. I still have a rough idea of where everything is going, it's just getting to the bigger idea that's the hard part. Good thing for y'all that my new meds are kicking in. You're still not ready. Enjoy Chapter 5.

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Chapter 5: The Sunlight Hurts My Eyes

Blitz was in the middle of nowhere. His feet were heavy, and he found much struggle to take the simplest of steps. The visions of past and present experiences manifested in a dark forest, swirling around in a dense mist only broken by the trail of the imp himself. After what felt to him as an endless battle finally lost, he was pulled away. His feet returned to the beginning, only this time, there was no moving. His yellow eyes reflected the distillation of fear escaping his face as he remained paralyzed by outside forces.

"The Fuck is this?" Blitz asked, his breath grabbed as a burning sensation pressed his throat and past his lips. Every word carries the weight of his own body. He wheezed, being unable to return any energy after wasting his first and last breath.

A figure pulled itself upwards from the ground. It's robe of royal blue threads dripped with black gold as it rested above the stones. It held a gold-caresses staff spiraled upwards into a purple sphere, surrounded by four cobra heads all meeting in the middle. It perplexed Blitz, who no longer needed to worry about menial tasks in the presence of the being.

The staff was raised and clashed with the ground, allowing a string of blackened cracks to assault Blitz with a symphony of high-pitched noises and feelings of irrationality. He tried to scream, but nothing came out. Finally, the noises ceased, and the imp found himself rising above the ground and still unwillingly fixed in place. He gritted his teeth, unfiltered rage pouring through his veins. The entity approached, smiling underneath their hood.

"Which of your past lives is this?" The entity asked, voice booming against the sky.

Blitz's eyes widened. He said nothing.

"None yet?" The entire ask, appearing genuinely surprised."You act so wise, and yet… hold no wisdom. An empty soul preaching to the choir. Entrapment of the mouth."

Blitz's gaze wavered. The entity forcefully returned the gaze towards himself, much to the imp's resistance and groans of discomfort and straining to escape.

"You entangle yourself." The entity seeped, claws outstretching. "Pushing others towards your discomfort. Tell me, when will it be enough? Isolation? Abandonment of all? What will satiate your lack of acceptance?"

"Fuck. You." Blitz strained.

"A little imp filling his head with promises made by his neverending libido."

"I can think with my actual head as much as my other hand, thanks."

"Yet you continue your path of destruction, and deny your acceptance."

Blitz's anger dropped. "Accept what?"

"That you were never important." The entity said, and crushed the imp with the clasp of his hand.

Blitz jolted awake. The morning sun has begun to seep through the gaps of the blinds. A particular beam had perfectly focus itself directly into the imp's eyes, which would explain the blinding light of death that he had experienced as the entity in his dreams crushed his ribs.

Yes, that entity. Who were they? Why did they want Blitz? Why was this shit happening all of a sudden? Is this a poorly written fanfiction? These thoughts crossed Blitz's mind as he forcefully pressed the weight of his own body upwards into a sitting motion, stretching as the exhaustion continued to creep over. He was still on the couch, and the sinner adjacent to him the night before was nowhere to be seen.

"Well I'm still here." Blitz said tiredly. "Usually out on the street by now."

He glanced towards the clock, and almost seemed surprised; It was noon, and the imp being allowed to sleep until such an undemonic hour on a stranger's couch was almost, and dare he believe it, a miracle. He stood and stretched his back before leaning against the wall, seemingly pondering what to do next. "The fuck is this bitch trying to pull?" He thought, "Being nice and shit? No fuckin strings attached? Genuine concern for the common hellborn? Fuck, that was a good sentence. I need to remember that for when I give my commencement speech. Where is that hippie bitch anyway?"

Blitz began to look around. There weren't many valuables, though he figured most of the appliances could be sold easy. Sinners had a weird relationship with utensils - They craved for how easy it was to stab or gouge, especially if you were lucky enough to sharpen the dull knives. A lot of people on the top ring would pay for those. The imp shook his head. "You're staying here for free and you still want to pay a fucking price?" his mind declared.

"At least I'm not afraid to take risks, you bitch." He answered internally to his mind.

"Yeah?" His mind answered. "Then cut the shit and accept the fucking bed."

"It's a fucking couch." He exclaimed, turning to find no one there. He sighed.

The door to the right at the end of the hall was cracked open. The imp quietly glided through the lightless walls before piercing a glowing yellow eye through the gap. Styx was still asleep, no doubt due to the early morning the two shared yesterday after their early departure from the bar. Blitz knew those spending their second chance in Hell enjoyed to heave their past lives onto others, but listening to the sinner's brief talk of their past life was… rather uninteresting, if the imp was being honest to himself. However, he still wished to share his own and did not mind if Styx did the same. Is this what real conversation felt like?

"... Blitz?" The groggy sinner muttered as they slowly sat up. In his surprise, Blitz had attempted to stand from leaning forward and pressed the door further open. The two we're now staring at each other. Blitz glared with wide eyes in what felt like fear from being caught, while Styx stared at the imp, prepared to choke a bitch, but grinned.

"Already trying to get a look?" Styx teased despite looking completely disheveled with dimly lit eyes. Blitz blushed, feeling a sense of dread and the intense desire to flee as he quickly walked away.

"Apparently not." Styx sighed amusingly, and swung their legs over the edge of the bed. They stretched and stood before exiting towards the same pathway the imp had just taken. After entering the living room, he found the imp quietly brewing coffee, with seemingly no powder or sugar, which Styx considered proof that Blitz was definitely born in Hell.

"I was just kidding." Styx said.

"Yeah, uh… I know." Blitz responded while casually leaning against the counter with crossed arms. "I was just wondering if you were here."

"Yeah?" Styx smiled, grabbing their own mug while waiting beside the imp. "Tell me about that."

"Well…" Blitz trailed. Just, uh, y'know, like to know where people are and shit."

"Worried I might leave or something?" Styx asked, setting the mug down.

"Suck off." Blitz retorted harshly.

"I'm serious." Styx responded. "Were you afraid?"

"The fuck do you need to know my fears for, so you can write them into a song and make money off the less fortunate?"

"Blitz-"

The imp quickly turned and pointed directly at Styx. "Don't fuckin think I'm falling for your false worry shit!"

"Blitz."

"What?" Blitz snapped.

"Can you maybe not?" Styx piped up, presenting a tone of hostility.

"Could YOU fucking not?" Blitz retorted with similar frustrations as the duo were now aggressively leaning towards each other.

"If you're that paranoid then just leave." Styx snapped.

"If you're that nice then why are you down here?" Blitz fought back.

Styx sighed. "Not every sinner is pure and not every pure action is a sin. Does that work?"

"My killdergarden teacher has less bite than you and she was a fucking turtle." The imp laughed.

Suddenly, Styx grabbed Blitz by the wrist almost instinctively, sending the latter into a daze of confusion and pure indecision. The sinner, on the other hand, was smiling.

"You would like me to bite, wouldn't you?" Styx growled, and a penis in the room grew an inch. He laughed before letting go of Blitz. "I'm kidding, but seriously I -"

A large weight rammed itself against Styx, forcing them onto the ground as something caught their head. Their hands were quickly forced above their head, and the hungry eyes of a lonely imp stared back at them.

"You have no fucking idea how much I can bite." Blitz snarled, his eyes dilated to his hunger. "Don't try to fuck with me like that again or I'll make sure you wonder which hole I'm fucking in your ass."

Styx stared. Their heart raced out of fear and a strange interest. They felt as a hunter trapped by their animal, pinned to the ground by sheer primal instinct… and they wanted to feel more of it.

Blitz shook his head, suddenly snapping out of his aggression and freeing the sinner from the grasp of the imp. Both were shocked, with Blitz remaining on their knees next to Styx, and Styx sitting up next to Blitz. The two stared at each other almost as if something was supposed to happen, or someone was supposed to act. The hearts of the duo desperately ached for room to expand, and as the sunlight shone brighter in the room than ever before, the coffee maker declared its completion with a quick tone and a red light.

"Coffee?" Styx asked.

"Coffee." Blitz answered.

"Not the other kind." Styx said. "Actually coffee so we can get away from each other."

"No, yeah." Blitz said. "Not arguing with that."