AN: Finally, the Hotel assault is over. If this one feels rushed its because I'm glad I got it over and done with. I think I need a break from Imp on Fire for a bit. So I'll put this on hiatus until September cause it was a pain to do this part. Thankfully I am excited for the Prince Gaap arc.
I've also decided to split Imp on Fire into a series. This being the first of three. Reason being is to help me get a little breathing room. Don't worry we still got a number of chapters to go.
Disclaimer: I do not own Helluva Boss or Hazbin Hotel
Thilvos Kur'lin had seen his fair share of slaughters in his lifetime. Having been born in the Ring of Wrath, bloodshed was common as breathing. In fact, it was a miracle to have even successfully reached your teen years without ending up six feet under. His parents had long since died before he could walk, and he was raised by Imps despite being your typical demonic humanoid-looking fiend. They taught him how to be strong, take no shit, and successfully kill in mass quantities. Especially since some other families were always trying to steal their land and produce for their own. Thilvos had no intention of staying a farmer forever, however, and joined the military when he was old enough.
The training his adopted family gave him, as well as the experience in various conflicts with other families, had given Thilvos an edge over the other recruits who either were kicked out or died during the grueling training. Seeing his skills in action for himself, his Staff Sergeant suggested adding him to Special Ops training, where he graduated before going out on missions that saw him travel everywhere in Hell. After three years of traveling the rings to deal with insurgencies and terrorist groups that threatened the standard way of living, Thilvos decided to ask for an extended leave to see his family. But when he went home that year, he found himself staring at the burning farm he had been raised in with sorrow in his heart. On that year's Extermination Day, his entire family was slaughtered by the Exorcists with no survivors. The adopted family he had loved all his life was gone, and he was forced to bury their remains before returning to the army, where he spent another ten years fighting to forget the pain.
When peace between Heaven and Hell was officially made, Thilvos quit the army in disgust and joined the true devils of Hell who would not accept this peace. No part of him felt sorry for slaughtering anyone in the Hazbin Hotel. He had done wet work like this working for the government he was rebelling against, so why would this be any different? They were traitors either by hoping to become angels in their efforts for redemption or helping said traitors in their efforts. There was no sympathy to be had.
"No! No! Please!" One Imp chef begged before Thilvos blew his head off with a shotgun.
Turning over to his squad, Thilvos asked, "Are all targets eliminated?"
"Affirmative," one of the taller demons under his squad confirmed with a nod under his helmet. "Next location?"
"We need to-"
"This is squad Charlie-Six! Requesting reinforce-GAH!"
Thilvos went for his ear mic. "Charlie-Six, repeat your last transmission."
"Son of a...we were going after that annoying little one-eyed bitch that's been killing squads left and right when she ambushed us! We're about-" The transmission ended with static only filling the airwave.
"Charlie-Six? Respond, Charlie-Six!" Thilvos ordered, but he got nothing. "Shit."
"That's the seventh squad that one demon killed," Another member of Thilvos squad commented with nerves in his tone. "I thought we weakened every demon in this damn building?"
"Somehow, she's still able to keep up that ridiculous speed of hers," Thilvos commented with a huff.
"Do we know who she is?"
"Based on the description, we assume that she's one of Charlie's friends. Her name is-"
Thilvos' words were interrupted when a body flew through one of the rear doors of the kitchen with a fire poker through the head. It landed on one of the waiting tables before a fast red and white object zoomed over on top of it with a mini-chainsaw in hand. Everyone in the squad watched in silent shock as she took the spinning blade and sawed off the head of one of their comrades in a quick stroke as blood splattered all over her and the nearby room. Giggling, Niffty licked the blood off the blade before turning around to face the five other stunned fanatics. "Oh! More naughty vermin to clean out! Who wants to be chopped up and used for tomorrow's blood-soaked stew?!"
"Fire! Fire!" Thilvos shouted as he fired his shotgun at her, with the others following suit with their weapons. However, just as reported, the tiny cyclops was lighting quick. Dropping her chainsaw to avoid getting hit by the bullets, Niffty ran around the kitchen in a blur. She zoomed around like a hamster on coffee from the floor to the walls to the ceiling. No matter how hard the troops tried, they could not hit her.
The first of them went down when Niffty zoomed onto the vegetable chopping cutting board, grabbed three knives, and threw two at the closest demon shooting at her. Both went deep into the chest, causing him to fumble back in pain, but he was soon sliced around the knees with a third knife from a zooming Niffty, who forced him down. Once he was wounded, she launched herself to the back of his neck, took her knife, and slit his throat open like a fish. His blood sprayed out as he tried to stop it with his hands, but Niffty bounced off his head while leaving him to twitch in a pool of his own blood.
"Motherfucker!" The only female of their squad, a Hellcat, screamed as she continued firing her assault rifle at Niffty, who would pause running at moments to wave or stick out her tongue. This only made the Hellcat scream furiously as she switched her clip and went into full auto.
She continued holding down the button as Niffy ran off, but she then changed direction to one of their imp squadmates, who was in the way and ran past him. The Hellcat couldn't stop herself from firing and filled her comrade with bullets before he fell down dead. Thilvos shouted, "Watch your fire!"
"Sorry-GUH!" The Hellcat was cut off by a knife thrown deep into her neck, followed by a frying pan into her face as she was left to bleed out on the floor.
"Damnit!" Thilvos cried out as he realized it was just him and one other Imp soldier under his command. "Fall back! Now!"
Suddenly, Niffy ran towards the oven and turned it on before zipping over to the frightened Imp, who tried to fire, but his gun was out of ammo despite the number of times he tried pulling the trigger. She knocked him down with a running knee before taking him by the leg and zooming over to the oven. She opened it, tossed his tiny body in, and locked it while setting it for the highest setting: Holy Fire. The Imp screamed in agony as blue and white flames cooked him from the inside.
With Thilvos as the last one, he ran towards the door and hoped to regroup with another unit. That's not possible with the A.E.P.! How the fuck did she manage to keep that speed?!
He had just turned towards the hall when he found something pointing at his face and paused. It was a flintlock pistol. "Wha-"
Blitzo fired, and Thilvos went down with one shot, a perfect hole in the middle of his face as his body twitched a bit before going limp. Blitzo spat on the corpse before noticing Niffty running over to him. "Hi, Mr. Blitz the O Is Silent!"
"Hey, Nifty," Blitzo said as he nodded to her. "Still alive?"
"Yup! Been dealing with some annoying rats. You?"
"Just got here. My team is helping your friends out," Blitzo said as he put his duffel bag down and pulled out two grenade launchers all loaded up. He tossed one to Niffty, who took it with glee and hugged it as if it was a puppy. "Saw a bunch of guys coming this way via the bar when I was heading over here to check the commotion. Want to give them a welcoming surprise?"
"Sure! It will be just like the last housewarming party I gave when I was human! Only I didn't use explosives that time!" Niffty said with a smile.
"What did you use?"
"Cyanide!"
The two strolled down the hall without any rush before noticing the upcoming kitchen doors that led to the main dining room with at least two dozen armed hostiles looking for survivors. Kicking them open, they lifted their launchers just as every armed fanatic looked at them and froze.
One of them said what they were clearly all thinking. "Oh...shit..."
The sound of explosives echoing across the hotel made Loona's ear twitch a bit before smirking. "Dad's going to work already, it seems."
"How can you tell?" Vaggie asked.
"Living with Blitz for so long makes you know which explosions are his and which ones aren't," Loona answered before she looked at the flip phone she used to call Heaven of all places.
While a part of her was scared shitless of the idea of seeing angels up close and personal, she was willing to let it slide if it meant that they could come to save their asses. "So when do you think the calvery from above will come?"
"Hopefully soon," Vaggie said as she turned to a moaning Charlie, who slowly started to come through. "Hey, Charlie. You feeling okay?"
"...What happened? Where's the..." Charlie winced and held her head. "Ugh, I feel like I've had the entire pentagram fall on my head."
"It's okay," Vaggie said as she handed her a bottle of water to drink. "Blitz's here with his friends to help us, and Loona called backup from Heaven."
"...Wait, what about the Reaper?" Charlie asked with worry.
"Reaper?" Loona and Vaggie asked at the same time.
"You...you felt that, didn't you? That power was one of them. A Reaper. A servant of Death himself..." Charlie whispered in fear as she wrapped her arms around his body for comfort. "I know that power. I've felt it once when Death himself came to visit Dad, and...that was the only time I ever saw my father visibly afraid and terrified."
"Wait! Hold a minute! Death as in Grim Reaper, Horseman of the Apocalypse, and creepy skeleton with a scythe Death? He's real?" Loona asked in disbelief, while Vaggie looked equally surprised. Charlie nodded her head and closed her eyes. "So...what are they like, Angels of Death or something?"
"No, Death is neutral. He doesn't take the side of God or Lucifer. Their duty is to ensure that souls are placed in their respective areas upon death be it human, angel, or demon. But they also eliminate anyone who disturbs the balance of life and death, acting as assassins to eliminate anyone, be it an Archangel or a Ring Lord. Death himself is powerful enough to go toe to toe with my father. Maybe even win."
"B-But I don't remember seeing one when I died," Vaggie pointed out.
"They can hide themselves from anyone, even to the naked eye. Only when they use their powers are they visible," Charlie whispered in fear before gulping. "And that usually means someone is going to die. Only permanently. Because when you are killed by a Reaper, there is nothing that can bring you back. It's like demons with angel steel...only it can affect anyone, including humans and angels."
"...Oh," Loona whispered, turning pale as a ghost. "D-D-Do you think they're still here?"
Charlie sighed. "I don't know. I don't sense them, but..." She then paused and looked upward. "They're here."
"Who's here?"
"Heaven."
In the distance, crowds had formed around the barriers police had set up to try and see what was going on. So far, all of the demons in Imp City knew that the Hazbin Hotel was under attack, and the police were powerless to do anything. Many were wondering what was going on with the army or special forces since the Princess was in danger. Still, reports were coming about terrorist bombings happening all over the nine circles, including the Capital city housing the Royal Palace. It wasn't just the Hazin Hotels being attacked. Everywhere in Hell was starting to get assaulted by the fanatics who had already claimed so many demonic lives.
Suddenly, the sound of rumbling from above got everyone's attention. Looking up, demons gasped in horror and fear as a series of bright white streaks, like comets from the stars, began descending down towards the city from the direction of a specific white realm with a halo around it up above. Flashbacks of past Extermination Days echoed in many demons' minds, and they fled in fear while others just stood there in silent, horrified awe. Even from this distance, one could feel the holy power of the angels coming. Demons began to relax more as the white streaks ended up heading away from the crowds and instead were making for the Hazbin Hotel.
Well, not the demons outside of it, such as Gustav Wulf, who had a fearful expression on his face for the first time since the operation started. He knew what this was and quickly turned to what few men were around him, looking ready to piss their pants. "Retreat! Now! Get the Emergency Teleport Sphere active!"
"What about the men inside?" One of the soldiers asked.
"They're already dead. They gave their lives for a better cause," Gustav stated as he growled. "Activate it now!"
The local magic user in their group didn't even hesitate. He took out a glowing purple sphere, whispered some words, and a glowing orb surrounded him and all the other armed demons outside before they were out in a flash. Leaving behind everyone else in their group to their fate.
"Last mag!" Moxxie said as he reloaded his pistol. The fanatics had started assaulting them again not long after they heard explosions from what had to be Blitzo. Millie was throwing whatever knives she could spare, and Husk had just run out of shells.
An entire squad of the armored thugs was about to assault again when a large steak of hot light burst out of nowhere between the two groups. Like a bolt of lightning, there was a flash and a loud series of booms that echoed in every demon's ears while more were heard in other locations around the hotel. Once the light faded, every demon froze in absolute shock and terror for what lay in front of them. Wings of white uncurled as shining golden halos sparkled above their heads. Wearing sleek silverish armor like knights of the ye olden days but thicker and cybernetic, they stood with pride and readiness. White cloaks and robes decorated their battle armor with holy symbols of the Christian faith while armed with weapons of blessed steel and burning fire: Swords so tall and sharp that one could cut a building in half as runes of the angelic language glowed in ocean blue. Shields of emperiyan iron held the sacred cross, trinity, or crown of stars. Axes so thick and large in blade they would cover the body of an entire Imp. Bows of pure light seemed like miniature stars in the hands of their armored wielders. Their helmets hid their faces that were glowing with the pure light of the Lord, with their own golden wings adored for their sides that were sleek and sharp with diamond encrusted edges. Lastly, noticeable to all was that they were all female.
The one in the center of this specific group, wearing golden armor rather than silver like her comrades, unsheathed her sword. It was a longsword with a golden handle with the pommel holding the diamond carved Fleur De Lis and a white-hot blade that glowed with a silver cross in the center. She raised it above her head and, with a french accent, shouted so loud the entire hotel and surrounding streets could hear her powerful and mighty voice. "Maiden Knights of Heaven! You have been called to protect the niece of our great Archangels! These heretics and devils of Satan have angered the will of the Great Lord. In his name, we shall purge these demons from existence with fire and steel! To battle my sisters! En avant pour l'honneur et la gloire!"
"DEUS VULT!" Screamed not just the angels around their leader but all angel knights around the hotel.
In an instant, before the fanatics could react, the knights charged forward so fast it was like watching living lighting move. Their swords cut through demons like a hot knife through butter, and their entire bodies were turned to ash upon being killed. Not a trace of them remained as they silently screamed before oblivion took them. The knightly angels of God were like a combination of warriors and dancers. Their blows were swift, pieces, and deadly. What few shots were taken on them were easily ignored thanks to their armor, and it ended up being the last thing any of the demons did before their fate was sealed. Many tried to flee, but they could not run for long before being shot down by those with bows whose arrows were made of pure light and sailed quicker than one could blink.
Moxxie, Millie, and Husk all stood there in awe as the angels slew every fanatic in the area and finished them off in less than three minutes. When it was all over and the last of their enemies had fallen, the knights quickly regrouped and stood in attention with absolute discipline worthy of those who served in God's Army.
The golden armored one, their leader, marched forward to the three, who gulped. Moxxie and Millie held hands as their hearts beat so fast that they felt ready to jump out of their chests. Husk had his tail between his legs and was sweating down all parts of his body as the angel appeared before them. To their surprise, she placed a fist over her heart. "You serve Princess Charlie in this hotel, correct?"
"Um, yes?" Moxxie answered, realizing that he was speaking to an actual fucking angel. My life has really gone off the rails.
"You may rest now. My sisters and I shall slay these bastards and give them the holy judgment they deserve. You and those who have defended this place shall ease while we do our holy work!" The Golden Angel Knight stated as she nodded before ordering her fellow angels to move out. Using their wings, they flew off with their weapons before the sounds of more demons dying were heard.
"What just happened?" Millie asked, looking ready to fall down in shock.
"I think we just got a miracle," Husk whispered as he lit a cigarette and lit it up. "Fuck I'm getting too old for this shit..."
"Twenty-one!" Blitzo shouted as he pulled out his machete from the body of the recently killed fanatic. He then grabbed a grenade in his coat pocket and threw it around the corner of the hallway he was in before wincing as it exploded. "Make that twenty-six!"
Niffty, who just finished putting a feather duster in the forehead of a demon, happily claimed, "I got forty-eight!"
"That's because I arrived late to the party!" Blitzo shouted as he loaded up his flintlock pistol and charged down the hall. He arrived in the bar room and ducked behind the bar just as a few magical spells hit the bottles of booze behind him. Grabbing an unbroken one for a quick drink, he got up and fired a few shots, taking down a few fanatics, before ducking again. Niffty zoomed in and started picking up broken glass pieces and throwing them like shurikens into a few of the intruder's throats before meeting with Blitzo at the bar.
"Okay, I gotta ask, how are you still moving so fast?" Blitzo asked, eyebrow raised. "Didn't they do something to get rid of all demonic abilities?"
"Oh, my speed is natural," Niffty explained with a smile. "I was running this fast when I was human. The only thing that I didn't have was stamina. That's why the police caught me, and I was executed two years later."
"...That only raises more questions!" Blitzo shouted, but a few holes near his head made him jump. "Ugh, forget this. We need to-"
Suddenly the ceiling above broke, and a silver armored figure descended with a bow of pure light. Blitzo, Niffty, and every other demon just stared at the angelic figure with open mouths as she pulled her bow and released a single shot. This single angelic arrow flashed and turned into multiple arrows that each hit their targets perfectly in the chest before causing them to explode into atoms. The angel turned to the stunned demons behind the bar, nodded, and pressed forward with their wings.
Blitzo and Niffty looked at each other before the latter grumbled. "Great, angel guests. And I left behind my angelic tea back at the main hotel."
"Angelic tea?" Blitzo asked, head tilted.
"It was a gift from Alastor after he went up to Heaven. Can't use it on demons, though. It eats right through their stomachs. Found that out the hard way."
Blitzo's phone then rang as he picked it up and answered it. "Hello?"
"Blitz! Thank goodness you're okay! How are things at the hotel?! I'm coming with Dad's-I mean-my Legions right now!" Octavia shouted on the other end. Blitzo sighed in relief that he knew who was talking to him and that he didn't lose his memory of Stolas's daughter.
"Um, I think we're good over here. Reinforcements arrived, and they're the kind I never expected to see," Blitzo answered as he sighed and leaned back down against the bar with another drink in hand. "We're gonna need medical equipment, though. So I hope you got a lot of doctors. Especially for Charlie. She's not in the best of shapes."
"Right, I'll be there soon!" Octavia shouted before ending the call.
Turning his phone off, Blitzo took out two glasses and poured a drink into each of them before handing one to Niffty. "Well, since we're no longer needed. Cheers."
"Cheers!" She replied as she clinked glasses and drank.
Needless to say, the Maidens worked fast. It only took them half an hour to clear the entire hotel of the invading force that had assaulted it while keeping a few alive for interrogation. Just as they finished and announced to all survivors that the whole hotel was clear, Octavia arrived with her armed Legions. There was a tense standoff between the two groups, but Octavia and Charlie had managed to get them to stand down and focus on recovery. Shortly afterward, official police arrived and tried to take control of the situation. Still, one glare from Octavia made it clear they were to just contain the area only, especially the press. Any captured prisoners were going to be interrogated by her personally, and the Goetia Palace had a broad enough dungeon that would see to it that nobody would escape. Or be quiet for long.
Meanwhile, The Maidens were offering to heal to anyone who needed it, but only a few demons took this officer as most were still scared shitless upon seeing them. If the Maidens felt insulted, they showed no sign of it due to their faces hidden behind their helmets. However, they were quick to point out that what had hit the hotel that caused the lack of demonic powers (and the inner pain every demon had been feeling since) was an A.E.P (Angelic Energy Pulse). This made them furious as such technology was strictly watched over in Heaven. Not even Lucifer himself could have gotten this.
Meaning there was a traitor in Heaven, and that didn't sit too well with anyone. If there was one angel, or more, helping these fanatics, then that only increased the seriousness of the situation. Combined with the bombs that had happened in multiple cities, including the capital, it was clear this was no outright terrorist organization of zealots.
This was a full-on revolution.
And all because a bunch of dickweeds don't want peace, Blitzo bitterly thought as he sat on the stairs of the Hazbin Hotel, watching the action before him. Millie and Moxxie were getting checked out by E.M.T. 's, but it was clear they were going to be okay. Loona was watching Charlie being carried off, with Vaggie by her side, to a teleportation glyph. They were having her sent back to the Royal Palace where her parents and their best doctors were waiting. The A.E.P. was designed to make the strongest demons feel like utter crap, and Charlie would need time to recover from it.
Meanwhile, Octavia's legion and the angels had been placed in strategic locations to ensure there were no other attacks while searching for survivors or bodies that had not been found yet. Those who survived, such as the ones in the shelter, were getting checked out by professionals. Many were traumatized and in tears. Others were silent and fuming with rage.
However, there were more corpses than live ones. It was estimated that at least 90% of the staff had been killed, and 80% of the guests were also dead. Any dead bodies that were found were lining them up outside before covering them with a blanket. Husk and Niffty had to help identify them so their families could be adequately notified of their loss.
"Hey?" Blitzo looked up and saw Octavia walking toward him with a stoic expression on her face. She soon sat down and sighed next to him. The two of them just stared at the scene before them for a few minutes. "Never thought I'd see angels and demons working together after a tragedy."
"The whole realm has gone to shit, so I'm not surprised by anything anymore," Blitzo muttered as he sighed. "How are you doing?"
"...I don't know," Octavia muttered as she closed her eyes. "Is it wrong for me to still be thinking of the fact I have a dead older brother and that I accused my mother of killing my father when she was innocent this whole time instead of all this?" Covering her face with her hands, it was clear that Octavia wanted to cry but was doing everything in her power to not do so. "I feel like the worst daughter in the world..."
"Well, Stella feels like she's the worst mother in the world," Blitzo pointed out as he leaned back and looked at the sky. "Look, I'm not saying she's not blameless about your family issues, but it's clear she's just as lost about your relationship as you are. I think you two need to focus on building that up and fixing it. Because you're all, you have left of each other. I know you want to love her, and she wants to love you two. The two of you need to deal with it together because that's the only way either of you is going to feel better."
"...What if it doesn't?" Octavia whispered as she looked at Blitzo as a tear dropped from her eye. "What if we're already too late to fix things?"
"Then at least you tried," Blitzo said as he got up and looked at her. "Octavia...trust me when I say this, you would want any chance you have to patch things up with your mother..."
He then thought to himself, Because I can't remember a damn thing about my own thanks to that stupid deal. At least this time, I only forgot something unimportant. My favorite meal at WacDonalds I can live without that.
Octavia was about to say something when she stood up with alert and wide eyes. Turning around, Blitzo saw that the leader of the angelic knights, draped in gold, walked over to them and pressed her armored fist into her chest. "I was told I was to talk to you two in Princess Charlie's stead. My sisters have checked, and our enemy seems to have fled the coop. We will provide what aid we can before we leave to return to Heaven."
"What are you going to do regarding the A.E.P. that was obviously stolen from Heaven?" Octavia asked.
The angel's tone became harsher with fury as she answered, "There is clearly a traitor among our ranks. This traitor will be found and punished. This peace is something that God wants with Hell, and we will not let a bunch of zealots on either side let it come to ruin. His will is to be obeyed, and those who deny this will are not truly on his side."
"Gotta say, you pretty much kicked ass in there," Blitzo said, pointing to the corpses of the dead zealots being piled up and lit on fire. "Don't suppose you can help us out more in the future?"
"Should Lucifer allow it since it is his domain. Our presence here was allowed as an emergency. No doubt the Prime Archangels will be in further discussions with their brother about this. Perhaps seeing his daughter injured greatly will change his mind. Despite all his issues, he is a caring father, at the very least. Something that is still hard to process for me due to what I believed in my mortal life," The angel answered.
"Mortal? Wait, you weren't born an angel? You were human?" Blitzo asked curiously
"Yes. I was born in the Year of Our Lord 1412 in the humble lands of Domrémy of my home nation of France. What I thought was a simple life for me changed when I heard God's commandment to fight for my people. Though I died young, I defended my nation and inspired many others for years to come. I am the Patron Saint of France and all female soldiers in the world. Later in my afterlife, I became a personal apprentice to St. Micheal who taught me all that I knew before I founded this order which takes in female warriors of all kind to defend Heaven and defeat the forces of evil," The knight angel said as she slowly took off her helmet revealing a young woman with dark brown hair tied in a bun. "I am Commander Jeanne d'Arc of the Maiden Knights of Heaven. But you can call me Joan."
"...Holy shit," Octavia and Blitzo whispered in awe as one of the most popular and well-known Saints smiled at them.
"That is quite a common reaction whenever I am met. Though I disagree with the cursing," Jeanne chuckled before turning to Blitzo. "You should be proud of those you have under your command. They held off countless enemies and fought with determination. Though considering the power I sense in you, I suppose death is your skill is it not?"
Blitzo's eyes narrowed. "You...you can sense...that?"
Jeanne nodded before seriously asking. "How are you still what you are? Aren't those who he takes become-"
"We have a deal. That's it," Blitzo said harshly to end the subject. He knew it was probably not wise to talk such a way to a Saint of all things, but he wasn't going to talk about it.
Thankfully, she merely nodded. "Very well. This is not my business, so I will not ask. Hopefully, we will meet again in the future should agreements be made. I do not like the idea of these zealots causing harm to those seeking redemption. Those who seek God must be protected so they can know his embrace. For now, we shall continue to protect and heal until our task is completed. Farewell."
She turned and left as Blitzo thought about how Anthony and Alastor acted as angels and compared them to how high and mighty Joan of Arc had just performed. You couldn't find two different angelic behaviors even if you tried.
"Blitz?" He turned to face Octavia and saw that she was confused. "What was she talking about? What power is inside of you? I can't sense anything?"
"...One day, and I pray that day never comes, I'll tell you everything. Before you ask, it's personal. So personal I didn't even tell your father," Blitzo said as he turned away and sighed. "I'm going to talk to my team. We need to plan our next move."
"Now? After all this?" Octavia asked in surprise.
"Especially after all this..." Blitzo muttered as he knew that things were getting serious. They had to find out who the Big Hand was and get names to expose them. Once that happened, not just him but Hell itself could strike back. But to get those names, they needed one more target. The last of the three who donated to the cause of assassinating Stolas.
Prince Gaap.