AN:Originally, this chapter wasn't supposed to happen, but I figured this would be a good time to introduce a new character to the fic. Someone that I suspect some of you will get who he is considering I'm basing this off a scene from Supernatural.
Also I know I said I had an announcement for the fans involving OC's and all but that's not going to happen this chapter. Next chapter it will. Sorry. Before you ask, yes I did reference that comic where Blitzo asks Stolas for help in killing a cult and he gets turned on by Stolas doing so. I forgot who made.
Disclaimer: I do not own Helluva Boss or Hazbin Hotel
Although Hell was about to fall into Civil War, business still needed to be run, and demons needed to go about their everyday needs. Regardless of all the intensity going around, it wasn't hard for Octavia to get a seat at her favorite burger restaurant for herself and her mother. It had been Stella's idea for them to do something together before she went off to the Sloth Ring with the rest of I.M.P. to go through with their plan to capture and or kill Prince Gapp. Octavia initially wanted to come, but Stella and Blitzo put their foot down on that one. Besides, she still had to prepare for the upcoming Goetia Grand Council.
Still, despite all this, letting her hair down and being herself again was a welcome change. She even managed to get back into her old clothes out of familiarity. Of course, her security detail refused to have her unprotected, and thus the entire burger joint had been emptied save for Octavia, her mother, their bodyguards, and the staff. Plus, the thirty or forty Legionaries station around the place armed with machine gun turrets. Needless to say, nobody was walking or driving near the area out of fear. The owner was furious at first and feared for his business until Stella paid him quite well, and it was all quiet after that.
"Here you go. Two bacon mushroom cheeseburgers and fries. One with mozzarella and one with swiss," the imp waiter said before leaving them to eat.
Stella, wearing a simple black long-sleeve shirt and pants without her royal regalia, picked up the burger with her hands and eyes with suspicion. "I still don't understand how you can eat this unhealthy thing. It's so greasy."
"Don't knock it until you try it," Octavia chuckled before she took a big bite of her burger and moaned. "I missed these. I swear commoner food tastes better every time I eat it."
Shrugging, Stella took a bite out of her burger and nodded in understanding after eating some of it. "Not bad. Maybe I should have done medium well instead of medium, but it's not bad."
"Try the fries with your vanilla shake," Octavia suggested, and the swan demoness did so before her eyes lit up like stars. "It tastes good, huh?"
"I'll say! Genius combination," Stella cheered as she dipped a few more fries before going to work on her burger again. Octavia nodded before she continued to eat as well. There was some small talk between the two, but they primarily focused on the food and the occasional familiar popular song playing on the restaurant's speakers.
Eventually, however, Stella paused in her eating and sighed. "Octavia? May I ask you something?"
"Uh, sure?" Octavia answered as she finished drinking her chocolate shake.
"...Are you gay?" Stella asked, which made Octavia's mouth drop in surprise. "I mean, if this is why you were so against getting married because I kept suggesting men, then I completely understand now. And apologize. If you have a secret girlfriend, I'll accept it. Is it Blitz's daughter?"
"W-what?! No!" Octavia shook her head before letting out a small laugh. "I'm not gay, Mom. I like boys. What brought this on?"
"Oh! Well, I just assumed since I never saw you with a boyfriend, and you were always so dismissive about looking for a husband. I just thought you know? You liked girls," Stella admitted with a shrug.
"Would it have been a problem?" Octavia asked curiously. "Would you have been...ashamed?"
"No," Stella said firmly. "Even if we didn't makeup on our issues, I wouldn't have a problem with it. I honestly would be telling you how to keep a secret lover while ensuring you had a husband to continue the bloodline. And that's only because it's expected of you."
"Oh," Octavia bit her lip and sighed, "I always thought you were...homophobic because of Dad and Blitz."
"Well, I was for a time. Early on in our marriage, after your father revealed he was gay, but that was mostly out of frustration that my dream of a perfect marriage had been ruined," Stella admitted with a downcast glare. "I got out of that phase around the hundredth year we were married. Honestly, I stopped caring about your father being gay, even if it hurt knowing our marriage was doomed from the start because of it."
"What about when Dad and Blitz were together?" Octavia asked, leaning on the table.
"That was more along the lines of how Blitz was an imp and Stolas was using his grimoire for sex despite the risk that it put us in," Stella shrugged with a wave of her hand. "Honestly, Blitz could have had the biggest tits in the pentagram, and I'd still be as pissed at him as I was back then."
"He's not that bad," Octavia pointed out with a frown.
"No, I know that now. He's...got some good qualities, and I owe him for helping me deal with...this issue between us," Stella admitted while slowly dipping more fries into her shake. "Honestly, I've stopped caring about him being an imp at this point. I'm not saying I'm still a huge fan of the race, but I suppose that's just another thing to change about myself."
There was another brief silence between the two before they ordered more shakes. While waiting, Octavia then decided to ask a question herself. "Mom?"
"Yes, sweetie?" Stella asked, wiping her lips before paying full attention to her daughter.
"Did I disappoint you?" Octavia asked, which made Stella nearly rear back in surprise. "I mean...I'm not exactly like the other princesses of the Goetia family. I know you think what I did in my spare time was a waste and that you were upset I wasn't more like you. But-"
Octavia soon stopped before Stella put a finger on her lips. The young girl's eyes widened as Stella solemnly leaned forward and kissed her on the head. "My dearest Octavia. The only thing that is a disappointment is me. I let my fears, hatred, and sorrow control me for so long that I selfishly put my feelings before you. You who were struggling to find yourself and grow up. I missed so much of your life that your father managed to see. Every time I had a chance, I rejected it out of fear."
"Fear?" Octavia asked curiously.
"Fear that if I loved you too much, I would forget about Octavian," Stella admitted with a sigh. "I didn't want to forget him. No matter how much pain it brought me. If I moved on from his death, that would mean accepting that he was gone. There was so much I wanted to do, and I wished I could do it despite having those moments with my own second child. But I was still too lost in my first one despite him being dead for so long. I wasted all the chances I had for a second chance with you because I felt like it should have been for him. I loved a dead child more than the one living before me, and deep down, I hated myself for doing it. I tried, Octavia. I really did. But I couldn't move on. I don't know anything about you. I mean, I just asked if you were gay without knowing anything about your sexuality."
Octavia frowned and slowly lowered her head. Since she emanated a similar expression, Stella seemed to have taken this as a negative thing. However, Octavia soon smiled and put her hand on Stella's hand. "Then we'll start now. Moving on and getting to know each other."
"How?" Stella asked.
"Well, we are kinda doing it, right?" Octavia pointed out with a giggle. "You ask me a question, and I'll give you an answer. Then visa versa. Sounds good?"
"Okay," Stella replied with a smile of her own. "I'll go first. Um...favorite animal?
"Eagles," Octavia answered. "I like how bold and proud they look as they fly. Plus, they make great taxidermy objects."
"You're into taxidermy?" Stella asked in surprise before letting out a big laugh that made Octavia tilt her head. "Your grandfather was into that habit as well! It freaked my brother and me out with all the creatures he had."
"Really? Guess that's where I got it from," Octavia replied with a grin before asking her question. "What's your favorite place to visit in the human world?"
"Japan," Stella answered with a melancholy sign. "Seeing the sakura blossoms is something that never gets old. The hidden Yokai shops have some of the rarest and most beautiful jewelry you'll ever find."
"I've never been to Japan before. It was one of the places I've never got around to asking Dad for us to visit," Octavia said before rubbing the back of her head. "Maybe one day you can show me around?"
"I'd love to do that, dear," Stella said.
The two quickly ordered more fries and shakes and continued their Q & A for quite some time.
The plan was set for tomorrow, and everyone was prepared for their next assassination. A Prince level demon of the Goetia was among the highest ranking targets that anyone in I.M.P. had ever done, and this was not counting the fact that there would be other similar powered demons in the area as well. This would be like facing Stolas himself if one needed a comparison. Blitzo knew how powerful his lover had been. He had invited Stolas a few times on targets in case the situation required magical help or if he just wanted to spend quality time. He remembered the first time Stolas had come to one of their jobs involving a dangerous cult regularly sacrificing humans for power. One of those sacrifices ended up in Hell and paid the imp assassins to get revenge on them.
Because there was a chance that magic could be a factor in this, Blitzo summoned Stolas for help since he didn't want to get a lightning bolt to the ass. It only took five minutes for Stolas to rush in there, faster than Blitzo thought possible, and slaughter the entire cult. When he was done, he was covered in blood and guts while giving that cute smile the owl demon had always shown and asked how he did.
Blitzo thought it was one of the hottest things ever, and his dick, which he let Stolas ride right afterward, thought so.
Yet, for all his power, Stolas had died to a single shot to the heart. A bullet powered by the energy of God's realm but still one shot. It was a reminder that however powerful one person might be, a single action at the wrong moment could see you in a coffin regardless of your status. Blitz, walking down the streets of Imp City, still could see it in his eyes. The shocked and dying expression of Stolas as he bled to death. The open hole in his chest that one could see through the other side if you looked closely.
And the blood.
So much blood.
Stolas's blood.
Closing his eyes, Blitzo shook his head and tried to force those memories out of his mind. He didn't want to be thinking about his before the mission tomorrow. It would require him to be in tip-top mental shape, especially if they were going to pull this off without anyone ending up dead. Millie and Moxxie had already left ahead to the Sloth Ring to get prepared for their part in the event, while Blitz, Loona, and Stella would be arriving on the day of the opera event that Gaap would be attending. The plan was for Blitzo to go as their limo driver and Loona as Stella's bodyguard while Moxxie and Millie went through the water systems to get into the building. Blitzo would focus on ensuring security was out of the way before joining up with them.
The main target was Prince Gapp, and Blitzo was hoping that Stella could get information from him by listening to his feelings for her. They still needed to know who the Big Hand was in their revolution, and Prince Gaap was their only lead. Regardless, the fucker was going to either die tonight or have his little get-together to get more nobles to his cause sink faster than a boat with holes in it. Octavia had been very reluctant to get her mother involved, but Stella was happy to do it. If only to help prove that she was now fully onboard with avenging Stolas.
Getting revenge on the asshole who killed her son was just a bonus.
With everything set and planned, Blitzo ordered pizza for him and Loona and went out to get it. Wanting to clear his head for a bit with a walk. Because of his newfound fame, the imp had to walk around with a heavy gray sweatshirt with the hood on (with holes for the horns) and shades to help hide his identity. Passing a few other imps, he heard his name mentioned once or twice, either involving his actions in Pentagram City or the rumors that he had helped save Princess Charlie and the Hazbin Hotel earlier in the week.
The reasons for the latter were everywhere.
Some thought he was Princess Charlie's secret bodyguard and assassin trained from birth to be her loyal shadow and that he was enacting her wrath against these enemies. Everyone knew that Princess Charlie had issues with Valentino as the two had classed many times before. So it wasn't entirely out of mind to think such a thing. There was even a side rumor going around that they were secretly lovers but were forbidden to be married to each other. An actual princess and servant romance sort of thing. Blitzo couldn't help but snort at that one. He would admit that Princess Charlie was cute, but she was way too nice for him.
Another rumor was that he was actually an angel sent by Heaven, disguised as an imp, to do the Lord's work in protecting the peace between Heaven and Hell. After all, he had fought beside two angels in Pentagram City and later on had an entire small army of angels, led by a Saint of all things, come to his aid during the assault on the Hazbin Hotel. The fact that Blitz and his team used angel-based weaponry only furthered the proof of that rumor in those gossipers' eyes.
Blitzo laughed at that since he seriously doubted Heaven would take him if he tried getting into their good graces. Besides, his soul would belong to someone else either when he died, or their deal ended.
But in the end, it didn't matter to Blitzo. Rumors were rumors, and he didn't give a damn about the public's thoughts. Well, mostly. It was nice to get a little recognition and fame sometimes, but that was only when you weren't trying to get unnoticed by a bigger fish trying to hunt you down and swallow you whole.
Entering the pizza establishment, Blitz saw a few demons eating away at the tables before heading over to the counter, where a sinner demon, a purple-looking fish guy, looked at him and nodded. "How can I help you?"
"Pizza pick up for a Mr. Horsefluff," Blitzo said with the false name he had given on the phone.
"Your seat is already prepared, and the pizza is waiting," the pizza guy said before turning back to fixing a few price signs on the board above.
Blitzo raised an eyebrow and lowered his shades. "Um, I didn't order a seat. I ordered a pickup."
"That's not what your friend said," the pizza guy replied, which sent warning bells into Blitzo's head. "He's waiting for you at the table over there. Must be hungry because he's already eaten half of it.
Something was wrong. Very wrong.
Not only was his order changed without his knowledge, but someone was waiting for him? Usually, that spelled trouble. The kind of trouble that means someone is after you. And considering he had a bunch of angry, powerful zealots after him, he wasn't taking any chances. Blitzo didn't bother wasting any more time and just hurried for the exit. If he managed to cross the street, he could find a good place to keep running before finding cover or calling for backup. However, the moment he touched the door, he found it unable to move. He couldn't push it, and he couldn't pull it. It was stuck as solid as a rock.
Growling, Blitzo pulled out his flintlock pistol and pulled the trigger...only for nothing to happen. No gunshot. No sound of gunfire. Nothing.
Something really was wrong.
He turned around to yell at the pizza guy, only to see something impossible, even in the depths of Hell itself. The pizza guy he was talking to was standing still.
Pure frozen sill.
He was just about to remove a letter from the board above and yet had stayed in place as if he was in a photo or a painting. And it wasn't just him. Everything was still.
And silent.
Slowly, Blitzo walked forward to the counter to find that the other workers were frozen. The pizza dough one worker had thrown into the air had stopped mid-fall as if gravity was turned off. The fountain drink fizzled out of its container had no single molecule in motion. It wasn't just the workers either. All the customers were as still and silent as a graveyard. Not moving or breathing. No blinks or flares of the nostrils. Even a fly was stuck in flight.
Time was frozen still.
All but Blitzo and a single person in the corner in the back are eating his pizza. Blitzo knew who it was right away and felt the pistol drop from his hand out of sheer terror. The figure before him was one that Blitzo knew very well. And the one being he was afraid of most in his life.
He was no demon. He didn't even look like one. If anything, he looked more human, except for three features that made it clear he was not normal. One was his lighter-than-average skin color, which wasn't quite pale but wasn't quite normal either. It was like looking at an albino. The second was the hair color. It was bone white with a slicked-back design that made the being, who seemed no different than your average mid to late 50's male Caucasian, look quite handsome for his age. Even if he was far older than he was portraying himself to be.
But the most noticeable thing was the eyes. The raven-like icy blue eyes could see deep into your soul, and upon gazing at them, you saw the infinity of the void itself.
Something beyond infinity.
Older than eternity.
More unknown than any enigma ever conceived since creation.
The man wore a simple white button t-shirt with the top unbuttoned and a loose black tie around his neck. A long black trench coat was hanging on the seat, a similar color to his slack pants and shoes. Finishing the latest slice of pizza, he took a drink from his red soda cup without looking at Blitzo. Putting it down, he sighed and shook his head. "The pizza is getting cold. Aren't you hungry?"
"...I think I lost my appetite," Blitzo whispered as he closed his eyes and looked around at the windows.
"They aren't going to open either," the mysterious man in black replied as if he was reading his mind. Blitzo winced and reached for his cell phone. "And I blocked your cell too."
"You know, you could have sent a text if you wanted to meet," Blitzo harshly growled. In hindsight, insulting the presence before him was a terrible move, but he knew the pizza-eating bastard wouldn't harm him. Such threats were impossible to bother him.
Mostly because nothing could threaten him.
And that wasn't a statement. That was a fucking fact.
"You'd just try to run away again," The Man in Black replied with a chuckle. "But you should know by now. Nobody-"
"-outruns you. I know," Blitzo grumbled in defeat as he slowly walked over and sat on the seat across from The Man in Black. "What do you want?"
The Man in the Black raised an eyebrow before motioning to the pizza. Grumbling, Blitzo took a slice, took a big bite, and chewed it slowly before swallowing it. Once he saw this, the man in black took another portion of his own. "Well, let's just say I wanted to catch up."
"Our deal-"
"-is still going on, I know," The Man in Black finished with a smirk. "But you realize the more you use that power, the more you become one of mine. And considering what awaits you with your whole roaring rampage of revenge, you will be using it a lot more often than you think."
"What are you talking about?" Blitzo asked, now curious.
Taking a bite of his pizza, The Man in Black leaned back and frowned. "The path you are walking will test not just you but all you associate with. Some of them may not even survive."
Blitzo immediately stood up and growled. "If you go after them, I swear I will-"
"Oh, Blitzo. Blitzo. Blitzo." The Man In Black rolled his eyes. "I will go for everyone eventually. You. Your sisters. Loona. Moxxie. Millie. Octavia. Stella. I'll even claim God and Lucifer one day as well. Both in this dimension as well as all the over versions of them. Be it in another timeline or universe of all other infinite similarities that feature all the versions of you, it doesn't matter. When it comes to me and what I do, It's not a matter of if ." He leaned forward and smirked. " It's a matter of when."
Blitzo gulped and slowly counted to ten before he closed his eyes. "Why are you here? There is no reason for you to be here unless-."
"-something is happening that is interfering with my work? Yes," The Man in Black replied before finishing his slice. "Now, it hasn't happened yet. Rather it's in the works at the moment. But suffice it to say the people you are after are ones I want dead as well, but I have to follow the rules. I can't personally get involved. Not unless it gets drastic, and that hasn't happened yet. But you, however, can do so since you are technically connected to me. I am the one who made you who you are, after all."
"Maybe, but I'm not working for you," Blitzo said while ignoring the "yet" part in his mind. "The fact that our paths are crossing is a coincidence...unless you had something to do with it?"
"Maybe or maybe not," The Man in Black answered. "You can always ask my cousin, Fate."
"Would I get a clear answer?"
"You'd get an answer but not a clear one."
"Then I'll pass," Blitzo answered before rolling his eyes. "Are you here to just tell me this, or will you help me with what I'm doing? Considering it's somehow in your interest as well."
The Man in Black stared at him for a while before pulling out something from his coat pocket and handing it to Blitz. Taking it, the imp looked at it and saw that it was some kind of necklace with a dull gray orb. "What is it?"
"A soul-summoning orb," The Man in Black stated as a matter of fact which made Blitzo raise an eyebrow. "Any corpse wearing that will have its soul returned to the body so it can be talked to for information. And it will obey every question asked with an honest answer. It won't do anything else. They won't attack you or try to stop you. Even demons killed by angelic weapons will not be immune from it."
"Holy shit," Blitzo whispered as he stared at it with awe. He could think of a thousand ways this could be useful for someone like him.
"Yes," The Man in Black smirked. "You know the saying: dead men tell no tales? This slaps it in the face."
"Wait, can I-"
"No, you can't talk to Stolas with it," The Man in Black interrupted as he held his hand up. "There are a few limitations to it. First, the body must have only been killed in the last hour. Otherwise, the soul will not return. Second, the head must be intact. Mostly because it's hard to talk without a mouth. Third, this only lasts for three minutes, so make every question count, and it will not work on the same corpse twice. And finally, if the soul didn't know the answer when it was alive, it shall not know the answer when they are dead. Clear?"
"Crystal," Blitzo said as he took the orb necklace and placed it in his pocket. "At least I don't have to worry too much about keeping my targets alive now."
"Yes, I thought it might be useful," The Man in Black said as he got up and slowly put his coat on. "Well, I must be going. You really should finish the rest of the pie. The pizza is good."
"I'm still surprised you even eat," Blitzo commented.
"You think I can't enjoy life's offerings just because of who I am? Please, I am allowed some measure of pleasure," The Man in Black snorted before he started to walk away before he paused. "Oh, one last thing, Blitz?"
"What?" Blitzo asked as he turned around to face the man.
In an instant, when he turned and stared at Blitzo, he felt everything turn numb and cold. For the moment the Man in Black spoke, everything in the entire form of reality went beyond words and feelings that Blitzo could comprehend.
"̸̯͕͚̲̟̱̙̮̓̊́͐̑͝D̷̝͈͕̗̰̱̤̾o̷̤̹̻͓̟̯̟͠ń̵̺̟̗̞̈́̑̆̄͘͜ͅ'̷̡̨͖̮̠̅̓͋̌́́͘t̵͉̫̫̘͍̏͗͋̌̏̈́ͅ ̷͇̩͇̺̚t̸̛̮̫̏͋̊̄h̶̛͚̲̹̩͒́͛̀͛͘͝i̸͎̤̮̫̜̋̔͋̒ń̸̨̞̣̲͔͍̱̗͊͂̐͒̿̈͝k̷̢̧̨͈̦͇̐̈̀̀̑͘̕͝ ̷̭̓̒̋̂͜ą̸̭̤̝̪̿̉͂̆̌̿̾́b̷̰̝͎͙̯̑̌̾̓ͅỏ̶͙͉̺͐͌͊̚̚ư̵̠̂͛́̀́͂͠t̷͉̻̻͕̮̠̤͗ ̶͔̞̲̱̪͙̞͊̾̔̈̐̌̾b̵̨̫̞̪͓̠̂̾̕r̴̨̝̦̣̬̲̆î̵͎̦̹͙̈́͑̍̄͗n̷̦̲̮̰̻̯̦̗̂̈̎̄̍̾̕͝g̷̻͚̏i̸̟̝̞̜̿͛̐͗̑̑̕͠ń̴̻g̵̰̳̘̳̞̉̈́̿̎̈́͜ ̵̗̖̦͕̩̩͒̌̆͑̇́͝S̸̬̻̲̙͉̈́͐͌́͗̔͝͝t̶̳̮͉͎̥̰̬͉̑o̸̧̿͐̅̋̐͝͠l̶̖͙͓͝ǎ̶̯̖͌̒̅̂͌̓s̸̟̙̥̠͒ ̷̖̓͝b̴͈̩͍͍̝̰͛̏̋͊͊̚̚ạ̸͕̺̉̋͑͆̈́͋͜͝c̷̳̭̲̿́̈͒̊̔͘͝k̶̢̙̯̝̆̐̀̕͠ ̴̡͕͕̗̻͔̬̀̽̾̈͜ţ̸͍̦̖̞̍͒͜͝o̴̜͈̹̜͍̯͐̋̑ͅ ̵̜̼͘ḷ̸̢͕̺̭͔͛͗̉̑̓̒͜ï̴͎̜̓ͅf̷̲̓̾̉̽̈́̐̕͝ė̸̢̡̳͖̰̤̊́ ̵̖̗̐̔̆̋̕͝͠͠ẁ̸̱̬̻̽̌͑͜͠î̶̩͎̇͛̈́̇͘t̴̨̪̱̖̹͘͜ḫ̷̼͇̖̜̫͐̎͜ ̶̲͋͜t̴̢̳̳̠̣͖̀͂h̶̨̹͙̪͖̔̀a̶̢͒̒́̈́̾͋͝͝t̸͚̽̋̇̑̈ ̶͔̥̱͔̮̲̼̲́̓͋̌̿̆̃͠ļ̶̝̥͔̰̥̩̖͋̐̃͂͌͘͘î̵̡̬̲͎̗̫̌̏̅̀̇́t̸̛̗̠͖̮̼͛̔̊̅̕t̵̻̙̘̥͊̈́͋̒͗̌̐͠ļ̶̡͙̠̗̪͓͊̒̽̚̕͝e̵̺̽̈́̈́ ̵̘͓̲̘͕̠̍̿r̸̢̖̮̖̰͈͈̫͂̎̑͑̉i̶͚̙͎͍̗̲̋͛̏̾̓̕̕t̶̤̦̬̫̼̪̤̄̓̐ų̸̛̓̍́͝a̷͇̭̮̠̹̓͒͗͌l̵̺̍͌͛̓ ̸͕̝͙͋̀̂͌͆͠ỳ̶̯͇̹̱͝o̴̹͍͆̓͘͠u̷̪͛̔̓̽̑̂̽̇ ̴̙̩̬̞̺͔̗̆̌̋̎ͅf̷̠̠̝͕̎̓͆ǒ̴̠̙̥̗̳͒͒͆͋͝͝ǔ̷̞͉̳͖̝͎͚̠͋͒̀̈̚n̸̜̺̫͖͍͑́̄̉͝͝d̷͓̹͇̳̺̠̣̐͆̈́͘.̷̜̈ ̴͍͈̙̈̂͛̈́̊͛̂Y̴̖̠̯̦̓̄̂̃̽o̶̰͓̣͓̪͑͒̓͒̌̓͝ư̸̡̹̲̫̦͖̹̅̈́̌ ̸̟͔͔̼͎̹͒̽̍̌̆̎͝i̸̛̭̬̒̅̐͒̊͝n̴̰̹̮̐́t̴̡̧̻̐̑̍̃ͅe̷͈̬͖͔̤̐͆r̶͍̠̂͒̉̀̋̄͠r̶̭͚̖̮̃͋̓͘͝ǔ̶̥͚̰̓̍̀͐͝p̶͕͎̖̫͉͂͘͝ť̸̢͉̥̩̖̞̦̎͆̍͋̓ͅ ̵̨͙̻̯͐w̶̢̠̖̗̺̠͆i̸̪͔̻̻̖̿̈́̒ͅẗ̵̮̹̺̳̔͆͐̅͊h̶̡̡̢̗̳͂̐́ ̶̛̛̳̭̙m̷̯̥̻͇͊͗̇̾͘̚͜͝ŷ̶̧͈͍̩̪̥̑́̾̐̕ ̸̨͎͙̝͍͔̠̞̒̀w̷̢̯͖̠̓͗̐o̵͖̫̐̎r̵̥̤̖̗̽͂ͅǩ̴̛̯̀͒̎͌ ̶̫̯̱̫͇̥̱̄̐̎̍̕̕͜͝a̴̧̪̻̻̞̬̽̇͋́̃̄̔͐n̴̬̗̐̍̉͒d̴̩̖̪̐͝,̵̯̭͇͑̾̆͆̓̑̋̈́ ̶̢̡̘̙͔͍̦͔̂d̵̦̪͗͛͑̔͛͋̈́͘e̵͇͓̠͔̟͖͂͛̚a̸̫̳̱̓́͗̊͂̂͠ļ̴̼͈͍̍̒ ̵̼͐͒͂͋̐̈́̋͝o̶͎͇͛̃̋̆̀͒ȓ̵̨̢̞̠̜͙͇͇͌̀̀̒͒̓ ̷̭̩̱͉̅̆ṋ̶̿̆͒͆ȏ̴̡̥̜̻͍̼̰͍̂ ̴̢̞̞̹̞̆̇̔͝d̴͔͊̆̋́͗̋̓e̷̢̢̹̟̰͉͉̪̒͂͒̑̆͊̍a̷̢̰̋̎͌̊̈͘͝͠l̶͈͉̭͍͇̥̙̇̈́͆̈́͜͝,̷͈̠̂͝ ̶̲̼͋̀́͊̃̒Ì̷̡͓̣̯̪̙̈̏͜ͅ ̶̡̟̠̯̭̏̃͒̄̉̚̚ͅẅ̵̦̍́͘͘į̶̦̒̋̌̍͂̀̋l̸̠̿̂̓̂͋̉̓l̵͙͔͖͙̎ͅ ̶͓͍͇̪͈͒̃͠ḿ̵̥̝͉͈̉̈̈͊ͅa̸̝̱̙͖̳̳͉̩͗͐͝k̵̢͈̻̹̺̭̳̠͋̆͋̍̾͂̾e̸̤̬̹̝̺͂̐̏̅̾̑̈̐ ̷̟͙̩͉̠̏̒͊ỳ̶̲̟̤̞̹͔̐́͜o̷̪̦̜͆͑ủ̶͈̘̰̱͙ ̸̛̖̭͗̆̇̇̕͝͠ẃ̸̖͉̝̚͜͝͝i̵̪̰̜̐͠s̸̞̪̼͈̪͛̈̊̐͑̚̕͜ͅh̴̡̞̙̩̳̥̰̯́͆̆̉̅́ ̷̡̺͂y̶͚̯͈͍̞̌̒͝o̷̙̗͊̅̓̀͘͘͝ừ̷̪̾̃̈́̏̕ ̸͔̹̞̦̈́́̆ͅd̸̮̜̗̫̅͒į̵̛̛͎̝̰̙̮̝͚̔̈́̋d̴̮̰̠̜͈͊̈́̐̊̇̌͘̕n̴̟̤͔̦̂͂͋'̴̢̨̞̣̺̗͇͛̉̓́̚t̴̢̻̭̍͊͗͘͝ ̶̰̲͗̃͌̍͗͝i̸̡͍̥̱͎̼͖̒̈́̈͑͑̑͜͠ǹ̵͔̼̟̈́̋̊́͊͜ ̶̨̥̼̖̒̕ͅw̴̨̤̮̭̳͈͇̽̈́͛͛̕͜ȁ̵̧͍͙͛͌̚y̶̦̰͙͙̏̏̈̀̂̋̿s̴͔̜̼͖̄̃̔̋͛ ̷̗͌̅̆͊͊̋̑͝y̵̨̤̝̘̪̿ȍ̶̢̧̞̫̠͒̌̾͜u̵̧̼̜̹̲̺̙͌͒͂̓͒̊̽̑ ̸̙̯̖̮͚͗̽w̸̨̟̪̤͉̽̄̽̀̾̓̄͜ö̸̢̦͇̼̯̣̭̼͑̀̋u̵̧̙̘̩̜͂̒̉͆̎l̵̰͎̔̍̂̆d̴̛̫̗̱̝̮̀̀̈́́̓̔̃n̸̠̰̮̯̻͇̫̣̂̐̈́͐̔̂͛͝'̴̨̟͇̞̻̙̼͓͐̓̂͘̚ţ̶̯͇̩͉͈̺̭͒́̕͘ ̸̯̻̩̗̑̃̈p̵̨̱̹̩͈̜̖̰̔̾͂ǫ̸͇̜͓̙̬̹͍̂̄s̴̭͔̲͙̆̈̉̓̈́̂̆ś̵͔̬́̒̾̈͘ỉ̵̲̅̓̐̃b̶͉̦̌̀͒̿͠ľ̷̢̺̙͑͆̌͠͝ý̴̺͖̠̲̘̦̍͒̔ ̸̝̠̥̜̻̈́̃͒̿́̑͠i̴̺̤͉̣̜̽̆m̸̭̃͝ä̷̧͓͍̭̖̘̪̲͛͠g̴̞̘̭̦̚ͅḭ̴͈̜͋̅͜ņ̴̳̥̞̬͈͒̂̈́̓̓͜e̸̖̫͖̻̳̰̪̊ͅ.̴̨̛̦̼̘̭̙͉̀͑̃͗̍̏"̷̲̖̖͈̓͗̅͛̌̓̈͜͝ ̷̻̩̮͉͎̙̠͊̅͝
Blitzo slowly leaned back against his seat and took the final slice of pizza before shaking his head. Nearby, a bus boy noticed him and snorted. "Dude, was the pizza that bad? You look like someone just walked over your grave."
"Trust me," Blitzo snorted before giving the bus boy a dirty look, "you don't know the half of it."