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Heaven's Halo
by
KingJustin1019
Chapter 1
Blitzo was walking with Moxxie and Millie, trudging through a forest covered in snow. The imps were wearing jackets to keep themselves warm. Their target was just beyond the forest of trees ahead of them. Blitzo saw Moxxie shivering. The possum-looking imp looked fidgety from all the shivering. Moxxie's wife, Millie, went over to him to keep him a little warmer.
"You know, maybe we should have brought Loona with us, sir," Moxxie said. "I bet her fur would keep us a little warmer than these jackets are."
"Moxxie, I just spent some money getting us these jackets after I ended up coming back home with a cold the last time we came here. Your micro-dick isn't gonna freeze off and get frostbitten," Blitzo said. "We just gotta get through these trees and find that stupid cottage where our target is and blow their brains out. We don't have time to listen to your bitching Mox, so let's get a move on. Our mark isn't going to kill itself."
"Ugh... yes sir," Moxxie said.
"Come on Moxxie, I'll keep you warm~," Millie said, comforting Moxxie.
"Thanks, Mills," Moxxie said before kissing her on the cheek.
The three imps walked into the forest. The wind was moving through the trees, creating all sorts of noises, not that it would deter Blitzo. It was quiet and peaceful, except for the winds making those eerie and mysterious sounds. Blitzo continued to walk through the forest with his coworkers not too far behind. Looking up at the sky to see its blue color and all this sunlight left him puzzled with unanswered questions.
Questions that he admittedly wasn't all that interested in.
He was an assassin and a damn good one at that. He never missed his mark, not even once. He is the CEO and founder of his own company called Immediate Murder Professionals or I.M.P., a group of hitmen for hire. The premise of the company was that they would kill their targets on Earth as a way for Hell's residents to take care of some unfinished business. Sinners would come and pay the assassins to kill someone. Once the payment is made, the assassins head up into the living world using a portal. From there, it was simply a matter of time of locating and killing their mark before coming back to Hell to announce their result to their clients. It was a win-win scenario for Blitzo. He gets his money and the client leaves satisfied knowing that they finally settled their unfinished business.
Moxxie was the company's weapons expert and his wife, Millie, is a natural-born killer. How someone as meek as Moxxie could marry someone as vicious and violent as Millie was still a mystery that Blitzo wanted to solve for himself, even if it meant violating their privacy. Blitzo liked to belittle Moxxie to simply get a reaction out of him for the fun of it.
Then there was Loona, his adoptive Hellhound daughter who works as the company's receptionist. Hellhounds are ranked lowest in Hell's hierarchy alongside Imps. She is rather tough to read. One moment she would be calm and go straight to violence the next moment. Blitzo still treated her as his daughter and would try his best to make her happy.
At the moment, those three were his only employees. IMP was just a start-up. Unless he can rake in more dough faster, or at the very least, land himself a big pile of money, he has to make do with what he has.
As the trio was walking, there was a sudden muffled scream...
Which was coming from Blitzo's pocket...
Which was his phone's ringtone.
"Damnit..." Blitzo cursed.
He hates it when someone starts calling him in the middle of work. He has clients who want heads to roll. There was money to be made and someone just decided to call him while he was out in the living world. Thankfully, no one was around and nothing was happening at the moment. He reached into his pocket and pulled his phone out.
He didn't even look at his phone as he answered it and held it to the side of his head.
"Hello?" Blitzo asked.
"Why hello, Blitzy~"
A vein popped off in his head as a sudden jolt of adrenaline went through him. He gripped his phone tightly.
'Goddamnit Stolas!' Blitzo thought to himself.
Stolas Goetia, a prince within the Goetia family and the horniest owl demon Blitzo knew in all of Hell. He was not in the mood for that demon's antics. Not now, not here, and certainly not in front of his coworkers while he was out on a hit.
"Make it quick feather brain, because I have heads that need to roll and profits to make!" Blitzo said. "Tax fraud doesn't commit itself!"
"Now now Blitzy, let's not get feisty... just yet~," Stolas said. "You still remember our little... arrangement, yes~?"
Blitzo bemoaned and planted his palm onto his face before removing it. "Yeah, I still remember..."
It's not like he could say no at this point. That "arrangement" was the only reason he had access to the mortal realm. The grimoire that belongs to Stolas creates portals leading to the living world, making it integral to Blitzo's business. But "borrowing," the book came at a cost. On one night of a full moon per month, he had to give it back, followed by "passionate fornication." After that, he'd be allowed to borrow the book for the rest of the month.
"If I'm not mistaken, tonight's gonna have a full moon," Stolas said. "You know what that means~"
"I'll deal with that feathered ass of yours when I get back from this hit!" Blitzo yelled. "Now quit bothering me about it!"
"Ah Blitzy, I love it when you—"
Blitzo hung up immediately. He was not going to put up with that horny owl demon's limitless libido right now.
"Come on, we got some heads to roll," Blitzo said.
Blitzo pulled out a rifle with a scope on it, Moxxie took out a pair of pistols, and Millie pulled out an axe. The three imps continued to move forward through the snow.
Emile and Ezekiel were resting in a cottage. Emile was sitting across from Ezekiel while in human form. He had blond hair and more rounded eyes. His halo faded and his wings were retracted. He had a faux hawk hairstyle. He was wearing a jacket. Ezekiel had donned a human disguise himself, wearing a beanie to cover his crest feathers. The locator led them somewhere in the state of Maine where Emile grew up. The two were resting in the cottage for a while to relax and reminisce. The cottage had a table, a bed, and a couple of other things too.
"Remember how we first met?" Emile asked.
Ezekiel sighed. "Yeah... when we became partners..."
That day always lingered in their heads for as far as they had known one another. Emile was fairly new to HALO while Ezekiel had only been in HALO for a little while. The two didn't immediately get along. Ezekiel preferred working alone and saw his partnership with Emile as a burden. Emile was new at the time and knew next to nothing about working as a member of the Heavenly Hosts' intelligence and espionage division. The two eventually bonded throughout their cases together and have been best friends since then.
"You know, my dad would take me out here to this little cottage. He said it was where my grandpa lived," Emile said.
"This place was your grandfather's?" Ezekiel asked.
"Yup," Emile said. "Then he moved out and lived in the city before dying of old age."
"Huh..." Ezekiel said. "So I'm guessing this is the reason you stopped here?"
"Yup, nostalgia and a place to kick back for a while before we go looking for our imps again," Emile said.
He looked a little down.
"You know... it's been a while since I got to see mom again... you know... after... I attended my funeral..." Emile said.
Ezekiel held onto Emile's hand. Ezekiel looked at Emile. Emile shed one tear.
"My mom... my friends... they all had it rough from losing me," Emile said. "I wonder if they've moved on from my death."
A hand brushed Emile's cheek. Ezekiel looked Emile in the eye.
"I'm sure they have," Ezekiel said.
Emile looked at Ezekiel. Ezekiel looked so sure of it like he was certain of it. Emile wished he was as certain as his partner is. It had only been a few years since Emile had died and he misses all the people that he had left behind in the land of the living. All of his friends and his mother have to live without him. The laws of Heaven forbade any angel from interacting and interfering with the lives of mortals on Earth. Emile could understand why such a law was necessary in the first place.
Mankind had to be left to its own devices. There was to be no intervention, no interference, and no interaction with the mortal realm. Doing so would risk contaminating mankind's perception of Heaven and Hell and such contamination must be purged from mankind. Then again, such a law only applies to direct contact, not indirect contact. HALO exists to covertly monitor mankind and protect it from within the shadows.
So while he cannot be with them, he can still watch over them.
He smiled.
"Maybe you're right..." Emile said. "Maybe I'm just worrying too much."
Ezekiel sighed.
"You always worry too much," Ezekiel said. "Now about those imps we're supposed to be looking for..."
The two got up from the table.
"How do we handle this?" Ezekiel asked.
A golden bow materialized in Emile's hand.
"You go high, I go low," Emile said.
"That's a bit risky, isn't it?"
"Yeah, but we can cover more ground that way."
"Alright, we'll do that then," Ezekiel said. "Just remember, we need them alive for questioning."
Emile nodded. The two angels headed outside of the cottage. Emile looked to his right and headed in that direction with Ezekiel not too far behind. Ezekiel jumped up high and landed on a tree branch as Emile began to walk past the trees.
Blitzo was scoping the environment for anyone or anything lingering in the woods. Moxxie and Millie were covering Blitzo's back, scanning for anything in the forest. They continued to move forward, pressing on through the cold winter wonderland surrounding them. Blitzo kept his eyes peeled before he pulled himself away from the scope of his rifle. He didn't much like the silence he was getting from this place.
It was too quiet.
That made him feel a bit jittery.
"I don't like this at all..." Blitzo said. "It's too damn quiet."
"Sir, we're in the middle of nowhere—"
"Shut up, Mox. I wasn't talking to you," Blitzo interrupted Moxxie.
Blitzo and the married couple continued to trek through the snow. As they did, Blitzo started to feel like something was off. He couldn't put his finger on it, but he felt as though something was wrong. He looked through his scope again. As he did, he noticed what looked like a black feather falling, moving along with the wind.
'A black feather? Wait a minute, I don't see any birds here...' He thought to himself.
That furthered his suspicions.
"Um... Sir? Do you ever get the feeling that you're being watched?" Moxxie asked.
"Your wife is standing next to you, Mox," Blitzo said. "She's always watching you."
"No, not that, I mean it feels like something or someone is watching us," Moxxie said.
"Don't worry Moxxie, if anything comes at us, I'll be right here to protect you," Millie said. "I ain't about to let some bear maul you."
Moxxie sighed. "Thanks, Millie, but I seriously doubt a bear would attack us. Besides if there even was a bear, we'd have seen claw marks or something."
Blitzo continued to look around. He looked at the trees for a moment before seeing a black blur fill his sight for a split second.
"What the hell?" Blitzo muttered to himself. 'What the hell did I just see? It was moving fast, I don't even know where it came from...'
Blitzo felt a chill in his spine, and it wasn't the low temperature doing that. Something felt wrong. He could feel it in his gut.
Emile was walking through the forest. He kept walking, focusing on the mission at hand. He kept walking up until he stopped and spotted a silhouette in the distance. He hid behind a nearby tree and looked at the shadowy figure. His eyes glowed and his vision turned blue. He saw a dark red orb right where the silhouette is.
No... now he was seeing three dark red orbs.
'Demons...' Emile thought. 'And they're Hellborn...'
He looked up to see a white orb. It was Ezekiel's soul. Those demon souls could mean one thing and one thing only.
The imps were there.
"Zeke, do you have visual?" Emile spoke—telepathically—to his partner.
"Yes, it looks like we found our imps," He heard Ezekiel say. "And they are armed to the teeth. I spot one rifle, a pair of handguns, and an axe. Two male imps and one female imp. One of them has our white splotch."
Emile's vision went back to normal and his eyes dilate. His eyes zoomed in on the silhouette and there he saw it.
One tall imp with a white splotch over his right eye.
"So that's the leader, huh?" Emile asked. "Is he one of Malphas's goons?"
"We'll just have to ask after we apprehend them."
"Then let's get the jump on them."
"Are you sure about this? It's us two against three imps that are armed."
"Then let's simultaneously take them by surprise."
"Good idea."
"On me."
"Got it."
Emile held his bow up and peeped behind the tree. He pulls an arrow from a quiver on his back and pulls it against the bowstring. The arrow in question had a blunt arrowhead. It was the perfect arrowhead for non-lethal attacks. He aimed the lead imp.
"Let's do this."
"I'm telling you, sir, I feel like we're being watched!" Moxxie complained. "Something doesn't feel right! We should just... call this thing off!"
"And for the last time Moxxie, GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER AND STOP ACTING LIKE A TOTAL WUSS!" Blitzo yelled back at Moxxie said. "I am not going to just turn around, go back, and then tell our client that ran with our legs between our legs because of some feeling you got!"
"Uh... sir?" Millie spoke up.
"What is it, Millie?" Blitzo looked at Millie.
"Is it me, or is there a human holding a bow with an arrow aimed at you?" Millie asked.
Blitzo turned around for a split second before he saw something flying straight at him. He blinked for one moment and felt pain in his head as something hit him with enough force to knock him down. He fell on the back of his head. He saw a shadow with wings spread coming down fast with what looked like a sharp blade. He rolled off to the side as he heard Moxxie scream. He got up and saw the unknown assailant, pulling his rifle up and taking a quick shot without looking into the scope. The unknown assailant moved back in response. He saw what looked like a beanie falls off the assailant's head.
The assailant turned to Blitzo, revealing a set of grey eyes. He noticed what looked like a trio of crest feathers dropping down over the assailant's face. Lastly, floating atop the assailant's head was a halo. One with a central grey-colored gem and three smaller crystals on both sides. He saw two large wings coming out of the assailant's back.
Before he had time to think, a black blade with a glowing silver edge swiped toward him. He had only a split second to back away. Blitzo fell onto his posterior, looking down to see if he was injured. He noticed the rifle was out of his hands. He looked to his right to see the rifle, only for a human to stand in between him and the rifle. He looked to his front to see the assailant again.
He was then met with sudden paralysis, followed by a surge of adrenaline. He could hear his heart beating louder and louder, his breathing was quickening, and his eyes began to flit left, right, up, and down. He looked at that halo as well as the wings and tried to put it all together.
That's when he realized the situation he was in.
This wasn't a human that was attacking him.
This was an Angel.
But not just any Angel.
This was an Exterminator, an Angel whose sole purpose is to kill Demons. They would come down to Hell along with an army of other Angels to bring about the annual extermination where most of Hell's population is purged, all because Heaven sought to solve Hell's overpopulation crisis.
He pinched himself, hoping this was all a bad dream, only to find that this was no dream. An actual angel was staring him down with a cold expression written all over its face. He backed away from them. Moxxie and Mille went over to him and stood before him, acting like a wall.
"Are you the leader of this bunch, Demon?" The angel asked.
Blitzo had to think of something to get himself out of this mess. But what could he do? This was an exterminator staring down at him. He could be killed within an instant if he tries to fight back and he would be lucky if he could take one with him. But if he does that, then the others will...
"Yeah, that's me," Blitzo said. "Now who the hell are you?"
The angel stepped forward, planting his scythe into the snow.
"Agent Ezekiel of H.A.L.O.," the angel said. "And this is my partner,"
The human stepped forward and a halo appeared above his head. The human's skin turned pale white as the skin turns scaly. Hair comes off the human's head as the eyes change to form ovals instead of circles. The nose disappears along with the ears and a tail could be seen. The legs changed, with the joints being reversed.
"Agent Pale Snake," The boy said. "And you three are under arrest."
Blitzo couldn't believe his eyes. He watched a human turn into an angel right in front of him. Sure, he saw Loona and Stolas transform themselves into humans, but the angels were in a whole different league. These angels had perfect human forms, all the way down to the smallest, minute detail.
"I... I can't believe it..." Millie said. "They have human disguises too..."
"I knew there was something fishy about our client!" Moxxie said. "He had to be selling us out to Heaven!"
Blitzo drew his trusty golden flintlock pistol and cocked the hammer. If he was going to die at the hands of angels, at least he could go out swinging instead of cowering behind some street corner. Though he would still prefer to come back alive. He did have to return that blasted book after this is over.
'First C.H.E.R.U.B, then D.H.O.R.K.S, and now H.A.L.O?' Blitzo asked himself. "And just what is H.A.L.O? I've never heard of it before."
"Sir, me and Millie are right here—"
"Retard says what,"
"What?"
"Ratio."
Moxxie made a disgusted noise.
"The Heavenly Host's Angelic Logistics Organization specializes in intelligence, espionage, and counterintelligence against any potential threats to either Heaven or in the land of the living," Ezekiel said. "We also investigate demonic activity in the living world and neutralize demonic threats and demonic influences on mankind."
"In short, we beat up the bad guys, toss them into the garbage can, and leave without a trace," Pale Snake said. "You know, like in Men in Black."
Blitzo wasn't paying attention to them. He was trying to think of a way out of this. He could make something up, or try to reason with them, but they don't look like the type to fall for anything. Fighting them was practically a death sentence in every possible sense of the word. Running away would delay the inevitable.
At times, he wishes he'd just drag Stolas along...
'Wait, that's it!' Blitzo thought. "I'll have you know that I have a Prince Stolas Goetia on speed dial. So unless you want to piss off a member of the Ars Goetia family, I suggest you forget we were ever here."
Moxxie looked at Blitzo completely dumbfounded by his actions.
"Sir, have you lost your marbles?!" Moxxie asked.
"That or I'm saving our asses," Blitzo said. "These guys are angels. They wouldn't want to start a fight with us if they knew we had that horny owl in our corner."
"But you don't just name-drop someone, especially when they're powerful demons!" Moxxie said.
"Uh... why are their eyes glowing?" Millie asked. "Is that an angel thing?"
Blitzo looked at the two angels and their eyes were glowing. It was unsettling. He didn't know what was going through their heads. Their eyes stopped glowing.
"So, I'm guessing your boss told you to back off, right?" Blitzo asked.
"Far from it," Ezekiel said. "You'll be coming with us, now. Fail to comply and we will use force."
"Fuck," Blitzo cursed to himself. He should have known that was never going to work, especially in Hell of all places.
"Why did you even bother?" Moxxie asked.
"Honestly, I thought they'd run at the mention of his name," Blitzo said. "Let's dance, fuckers!"
Blitzo pulled out his flintlock pistol and started shooting. The angels scattered.
"Why do they always do this whenever we tell them that they have to come with us?" Emile said, standing behind a tree.
"It doesn't matter, just incapacitate them. They're useless to us if they're dead."
Emile peeked behind the corner and shot an arrow into the sky. The arrow lets off a burst of light, blinding the imp. Emile springs towards the tall one and tackles him to the ground and attempted to hold him down. The two rolled around for a while, tumbling through the snow. The imp got on top of Emile and pulled out a knife. Emile grabbed the imp's arm as the imp attempts to stab him.
"Come on! Be smart about this! Do you want to do this right now?" Emile asked. "Both of us could die and neither of us wants that!"
"Not if I kill you first!" The imp said. "Just... fucking... die... you angelic... piece of... shit!"
Emile punched the imp in the face, knocking the imp off of him. He got back up just as the imp did. Emile draws another arrow and shoots it. The arrow suddenly bursts into a net. The net wraps around the imp. He suddenly felt something climbing onto his back. Emile had his hands behind his back and grabbed onto something before throwing it over his head. It was the small male imp. Emile flapped his wings, kicking up some snow at the imp. He quickly moved to the side and glides across the ground while the imp was shooting blindly. Emile grabbed the imp by the horns and chucked him at a tree. The imp hits the tree with his head before falling back down to the ground. The snow on the branches fell right on top of the imp.
"Moxxie!"
He turned to the female imp, who looked concerned for her fellow imp. She didn't notice that Ezekiel had gotten behind her and knocked her out with the butt end of the scythe. The imp fell to the ground. Emile went over to Ezekiel and tried to give him a high five.
Ezekiel sidestepped him, causing Emile to miss.
"Zeke!" Emile whined. "You can't leave your partner hanging like that..."
"We still have a job to do," Ezekiel said. "Call it in."
"Right..." Emile whined.
He looked at his partner and sighed. His eyes glowed as he lets his mind reach out to Forfax's mind.
"Lord Forfax, come in," Emile said.
"Yes, what is it, Emile?" He heard Forfax's voice.
"We caught the imps you asked us to look into," Emile said.
"So Pinkerton's little gadget worked then?"
"Yup, we caught them by surprise," Emile said. "We're waiting for backup."
"Good work, both of you," Forfax said. "I knew I could count you two. I'll be right there shortly, so sit tight."
"Roger."
Emile cuts the connection.
"Lord Forfax will be coming here," Emile said.
"Good, now get the cuffs on those other imps," Ezekiel replied. "Actually, tie them together."
"Good idea," Emile said.
He turned his attention to the pile of snow when an arm erupted from it. The smaller male imp got out of the pile, feeling dazed before hitting the ground again. Emile went over to the unconscious female imp and brought her over to the male. As he did, he noticed that the two imps had rings around their fingers.
Wedding rings to be exact, with M&M inscribed on it.
'A married couple,' Emile thought.
The male saw his fellow imp. Emile ties a rope around the two imps, making sure they couldn't go anywhere. Emile couldn't help but look at the couple in sympathy. Imps are at the bottom of the ladder in demon society and are the least respected demons in Hell. Hell may seem like a lawless land, but it's not entirely devoid of any rules or laws. Hell has its own hierarchy, albeit crude and only defined by power. Imps, being at the bottom of the barrel, do all the hard work in Hell and are hired by greater demons of higher rank as servants.
Still, what would drive a bunch of imps to come to the mortal realm? Were they trying to get away from their old lives in Hell? Did they want to see what the human world looks like? Was there something he was missing?
Heaven
Forfax was getting himself dressed. He had his uniform on and was holding a sky-blue-colored book with Enochian writings on it. It had a white-gold cover with a lock on it. He saw an angel that looked mummy with grey hair on his head. His mouth and eyes could be seen and he had a luxurious mustache. His name was Alfred, and he serves as Forfax's personal butler and the caretaker of his daughter, Amelia.
"Going somewhere, master Forfax?" The angel asked.
"Yes, Alfred," Forfax said. "I have received word from Emile about that little task I gave him and Ezekiel and said that I'd be there for them."
"I see then," Alfred said. "Should I prepare lunch, sir?"
"Go ahead, I'll be back before you know it."
"The usual, sir?"
"Yes, Alfred," Forfax said. "Baked Peach Pie with Earl grey tea for me, grilled snails with strawberry pie for my wife, and blueberry pie for my beloved daughter."
"Right away, sir," Alfred said. "Oh, by the way, sir, you still have that appointment with Lady Zadkiel and Lord Raphael."
Forfax removes the lock on the book and an aura surrounds both his right hand and the book. The book's pages turn as he began to speak in Enochian. A portal opens in front of him, showing him a snowy landscape. The cold of the winter blows into the foyer of the mansion.
"Brrr... it's cold out there master! Did you send them to Siberia?"
"No, I think it might be Ohio or Maine," Forfax said. "Wait, no, definitely not Ohio."
"Father,"
He looked away and turned to see his daughter, Amelia, standing about. The adolescent peacock was looking at her father. He smiled as he looked at her. He felt pride in his gizzard as he looked at her. She looked just like her mother when she was only 18 years old.
"Don't worry sweetie, I'll be back home before you know it!" Forfax said. "And yes, I'll tell Emile that you said hi!"
He walks through the portal and closes it. He turns around and looks at Emile and Ezekiel as they saluted before him. He looked to see the imps that the two had apprehended. One of them, the tall one, was staring right at him, looking confused and perplexed.
He looked at Emile and placed a hand on his shoulder.
"You did well my boy," Forfax said. "I trust that these imps weren't giving you too much trouble, yes?"
Emile laughed, scratching the back of his head.
"Well, they were armed to the teeth, but it wasn't anything me and Zeke couldn't handle..." Emile said. "I mean, they were shooting at us, but—"
"They were shooting at you?!" Forfax exclaimed in outright concern. "You weren't hit, were you?! Oh, Lord, tell me you were wearing that kevlar I gave to you! Are you bleeding anywhere?! Do you need a healer?! I-I'll get Alfred to bring me an emergency aid kit and—!"
"We're fine," Ezekiel said. "You're babbling over nothing."
Forfax stopped for a moment. He took a few deep breaths, his beak left open. He recomposes himself and cleared his throat.
"I-I knew that! I was just... you know, being a father makes you worry a lot sometimes, and uh... ahem!" Forfax cleared his throat again. "I'm just glad that the both of you are unscathed."
He knew this whole job was dangerous, even for some of the rookie agents being accepted into H.A.L.O. As a father and the head of an entire organization, he feels responsible for not only his daughter but also his own subordinates. He sees Emile and Ezekiel as his own sons, so he has every right to be worried about those two. He was relieved that the two were unharmed.
"Now then... I believe we have something of importance to do, yes?" Forfax asked.
Emile pointed to the tall one.
"Right over there, Mr. F," Emile said. "I mean Lord Forfax."
Forfax looked at the tall imp and began to make his way toward him, donning a cold expression that he never showed to his friends and family. He tapped his claws on the snow as he marched towards the imp.
Blitzo had so many questions running through his head. That angel that just stepped out of that white portal, the book he was carrying, and that cold demeanor that made his blood freeze and his stomach curl into a ball. Why does that angel look like Stolas? Why was he carrying that book? Why was he referred to as a lord? What does this angel want from him? The angel stopped in front of Blitzo and kneels down.
"So, you're the one leading this ragtag group of demons who dare to make an excursion into the mortal realm..." The angel began. "Did you think that we would not notice your actions? That we would turn a blind eye to what goes on in the mortal realm? That we did not care about the mortal realm?"
"So what if I did, what are you gonna do about it?" Blitzo asked. "I already told your boys that if you hurt me, Stolas will come over to beat the shit out of you."
The angel looks to Ezekiel and Pale Snake.
"Take the couple away," the angel said, before opening a portal behind Moxxie and Millie.
"Yes, Lord Forfax," the two angels said.
Blitzo could hear Moxxie calling out to him. He looked at Moxxie as the angels were taking him through the portal.
"What are you doing?" Blitzo asked. "Where are you taking them?"
"I'm not as cruel as you think," the angel called Forfax said. "I am nothing like the Exorcists who take pride in killing demons in the most violent of ways possible. Your friends will be imprisoned, tried for illegally entering the mortal realm, and then tossed back into Hell, under surveillance."
He looked at Blitzo.
"As for you, we have a lot to discuss," Forfax said.
Blitzo's phone suddenly rang, and at a very, very bad time. It was in that pile where Ezekiel had tossed out all of his weapons.
'Fuck...'
The angel got up and picked up the phone. He gave it one look and Blitzo, for the first time since that disastrous trip to Ozzie's, felt his heart plummet into his stomach.
Stolas was sitting in the bath with his rotary phone, waiting for his Blitzy to pick up the phone after the last call. It has been a while and he hasn't come back, so he was calling Blitzo again to make sure he was alright. He hummed to himself as he waited for the phone to pick up. He wondered what was taking Blitz so long to answer the phone. Did he put it on silent? He probably did. Why wouldn't he? He doesn't want any distractions, but that's the thing about his Blitzy. He's a man of action, and boy was he a man alright.
At long last, he heard a voice.
"Hello?"
"Ah, Blitzy! I was just calling to check up on you and wanted to—"
He heard a chuckle. Stolas stopped mid-sentence. Blitz wasn't the type to laugh. He would just be annoyed and flippant, but he was never the type to just chuckle at the sound of his voice. Speaking of which, his voice sounds a little deeper than that.
"Blitzy?"
"It's been a while, hasn't it, brother?"
"Brother? Blitzy what are you—"
"You don't remember your older brother, do you?"
The world around Stolas slowed to a crawl. Stolas's pupils shrunk into dots and his heart stopped for just a second. He hadn't realized that he dropped the phone at all. Stolas came back to his senses and picked up the phone. He held it tightly. A swirl of emotions began to run through his own head. Memories from so long ago rise up from the depths of his own consciousness.
'My older brother? But... he... he died. Killed in some assassination attempt... a-along with mother... t-there was a body! I-I saw it! I know I did! But what if... no...' Stolas struggles to recompose himself before his eyes furrowed in seething anger. "No... No. You can't be him... you're not him! You're not him and you're not my Blitzy! Where is he?! Put him on the phone so I can talk to him!"
"I'm afraid that won't be necessary," The voice claiming itself to be that of his brother said.
"LOONA, CLOSE THE PORTAL!" Stolas heard Blitz's voice. "Let her go, damn it! It's me you want, not her!"
Stolas did not like where this was going.
Forfax had pulled the Hellhound holding a spell book in her hands. She had white fur on the inside and black fur on the outside. She had a very angry face, growling. He took the book from her claws and tossed her through the red portal that was made before it closed. He looked at the cover.
'There's no doubt about it,' He thought. 'This is his grimoire. They were using this to access the mortal realm. If that bastard found out, he would have skinned the thieves alive and Stolas would be disinherited.'
"Well, this is interesting," Forfax said. "Tell me, Blitzy, was it? Care to explain why and how you got your hands on this book?"
"I... I ain't saying shit!" The imp said.
"You won't say? Well then..." Forfax said. "Listen well, Stolas. If you want your servant and his friends to stay in one piece, you and I must talk, alone. Do that, and I guarantee the safe return of your servant, his friends, and the grimoire."
"..."
"I'll see you in the manor," Forfax said before he hung up on Stolas.
He crushed the phone. He looked at the imp.
"I suppose you're wondering whether or not he and I are actually brothers," Forfax said. "If you're having doubts, then allow me to clear them for you."
He kneels down again, meeting the imp's eyes.
"Do you know of King Paimon Goetia?" Forfax asked. "That demon is my father."