A/N Welcome to the sequel! Quick rundown: More fanfic stuff, more real show stuff… and plot hole corrections of my own grovel. Alrighty, enjoy yourselves!

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Chapter One: Joy to You and Me

Blitz awoke with a newfound vendetta against the world. He sat upright from the bed and glared emotionless at the wall in front of him, pulling up the shoulder of his tank top to hide the markings of the night before. The hellborn was less than enthusiastic to stay awake while groggily standing to his feet and looking around. Styx was nowhere to be found as the imp let out a frustrated sigh and prepared the subpar coffee the room provided. The bitter liquid found newfound relief for Blitz, and created a newly energetic hatred for life.

"He's alive!" Erosa exclaimed sarcastically. He exited the bathroom in a red flannel, which the imp thought was really hideous. Blitz barely produced a sniff and a stifle in his throat as Erosa took the hint and hastily went around the imp. Blitz squinted his eyes at the door opening to reveal the harsh blood red sky of a morning after the purge. Despite the violence leaving a deafening silence like a blanket of snow, birds chirping returned to the trees and grew louder as the morning trudged on. Erosa's shadow provided little shelter from the sunlight stabbing into the dimly lit room.

Blitz turned his eyes off the coffee to face Erosa before joining the cat on the balcony. "If that bird bitch shows up here again I'm gonna ask him how it feels to die and if he wants to fuckin feel it again through my dick… why is he a bird anyway? I think I asked him that before I kicked his ass. God and Satan damn it, last night was rough."

"Drinking your own weight in alcohol will help with that, you fuckin drunk." Erosa poked fun before his smile faded as he turned the side. "Your, uh… friend went out the back to do… whatever it is that deeply troubled sinner's do when not with their manic depressive boyfriend."

"Manic depressive and regular depressive, bitch. Get it right." Blitz snapped.

"I'll be sure to not do that." Erosa said. "Me and Polter are going to talk to another potential client now that our old one is batshit insane. Feel like tagging along? You seemed to be pretty good in a fight."

Blitz nodded. "Yeah, you learn self defense pretty fast when you're left to fend for yourself. Learned how to drop kick my own sis before she learned how to beat the shit out of me. She won most the time but I fucking had it that last time! Whatever, I'll suck dick in the back seat until we get there. Let me finish my morning coffee first."

"No worries." Erosa said. "I think Styx wants to talk to you anyway. Not sure what it is because I forgot. We'll go in, like, a half hour. That work for your morning coffee?"

Blitz gave a perverted chuckle at the ending question. Erosa immediately scoffed and hastily made progress down the motel stairs, and Blitz was left alone to his own devices. He sighed as he took a seat in the room near the oddly placed table in the corner designed for half of a person, and pleasurably closed his eyes after sipping more coffee. The imp's eyes opened again and he felt nothing - The absence of emotion mixed up in the exhaustion of being thrown around a ragdoll and still finding willpower to stand, as well as the eventful week which introduced him to another group of colorful characters that Blitz believe would be torn apart from the inside. He sighed before tapping the table with a free claw, and wondered why he was perpetually cursed to experience loneliness over and over again like a form of demonic bane placed upon the imp since birth.

Blitz looked at the curtains. He parted them. Erosa and Polter were talking next to what the imp assumed was their car. The former seemed rather worried with a frown on the cat's face, where as Polter smiled and mouthed something before Erosa broke into a quick and joyous laugh before the two quickly shared a friendly embrace. Blitz sighed a remorseful grunt and looked down at the table, letting the curtain gently swing back into place after it's disruption. The world was colorful, basking in the waves of a new day and a new opportunity to spend the year chasing resolutions that would never be fully reached or sought after. The cities near the top were known as the graveyards for having the most casualties of the purge, and for leaving the largest mess to clean up. A field of death tapered to a point as the result of weapons of destruction, and the imp felt so unbelievably insignificant to it all that he stood before pouring the rest of his coffee into the sink at the sudden loss of appetite.

Styx quietly rested in the chair behind the motel, eyes closed as they daydreamed about the events of their life through the chilly winter weather being partially interrupted by the fortunate peek of early sun making their outside rest bearable in a generous warm and cold breeze. A heavy weight shifted on to their midsection, and the sinner opened their eyes to find a tired and excited imp with a goofy smirk from still waking up. Styx smiled and pulled the imp close as the two shared the sound of the water gently swaying side to side in the morning winds. Blitz closed his eyes. "Damn it all." The imp stated begrudgingly, and Styx brushed a hand across their partner's face in a look of concern followed by a kiss. The duo blushed together.

"This early?" Styx asked in an amusing tone. "You're already horny and angry?"

"I'm in love and angry at myself." Blitz admitted softly. "Haven't even been in your life a week and I'm already fucking everything up."

Styx borrowed a moment of silence as their hand rested on the back of their imp. "What are you messing up? It's not our fault some random guy underneath a bridge happened to be working for a psycho bird person that absorbed their husband and almost killed us for… uh, reasons?"

Blitz suddenly lifted their chin to look up at the sinner. "Nah, I think he'd been edging for a while before we got to him. Probably knew Caterpillar Dick's story was faker than my second cousin's tits and just sent the mercs after us to scoop my ass up. You got caught in that shit and I'm a horrible person for that."

"Any idea why someone would want you so bad?" Styx asked before giving a wink, receiving a peck on the cheek from the imp.

Blitz sighed as he considered his answer. "No idea. Something about needing power and my dick being potent or something."

"I don't think that's how words work, babe." Styx said through laughing before recieving an amused and disgruntled stare below their chest by the glowing amber eyes of their partner. The wind began to slow and the waves were greatly suppressed and a look of worry fell on Styx. Blitz noticed and sat up on their knees, looking quietly at the sinner as if to prepare for a response, but nothing ever came out of it as the imp's mouth continued to open and shit in a sentence that he was desperately trying to form, but it was never there. He gave up and looked at Styx with worry in his eyes for them and hatred in his heart for not knowing how to reassure the ones he cares about the most.

"I'm not fine." Styx said bluntly with a sigh that was as their tone began to subtlety shake, to which the duo embraced each other closely. "Blitz, Leroy called me this morning and said I had to leave."

Blitz's eyes widened. A grimace of shock and boiling blood flooded the mind of the imp, and his sharp teeth bared themselves out of anger. "That fucking quickly?! Leonardo Da'Cunt wants a FUCKING war? Who the fucking shit tits does that fucking bitch think he is? I'll twist his goddamn nips for thinking it was a good idea to leave us here to die."

"Don't do anything to him." Styx exclaimed. "He's still my friend."

"That's not how the world works, babe." Blitz said. "You get your shit handed to you or you don't see another sunrise. This motherfucker is gonna pay big time for thinking he could hurt my bitch."

"It's his choice." Styx defended. "He'd be risking a lot just to have the two of us there. Not to mention all the times his place got messed up.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Blitz exclaimed in irritation, heart racing from newfound adrenaline an a call to action out of revenge. "That first time wasn't my fault! Second time wasn't either but I get it. We got fuckin kidnapped and bird boy decided to wreck all of our collective shit. I got that. One time ain't enough to be doing all that, babe. Dickstache cares about his business and it's the fucks like us that die because of it."

"What are you talking about?" Styx asked bluntly.

Blitz remained silent. He shrugged and released an exhale before roughly laying his body down once again, their partner gently caressing one of the imp's horns, much to Blitz's delight as his eyes closed and he began to quietly purr. Styx's trembling rone began to be soothed by the noises of the imp resting peacefully on their chest and the duo found themselves drifting off to sleep in the sun warming up the winter morning.

"No sex?" A voice suddenly awoke the duo, and Erosa laughed as he stood near them. His overbearing shadow blocked what little sun had began to rear its head.

"No explanation for your sudden character development?" Blitz retorted disparagingly, recieving a frown from the cat.

"Yeah I still hate you for the abhorrent bridge fucking, you creep." Erosa said. "It's almost like people can still hate you but not want to kill you anymore because you beat the shit out of my old boss."

"Hey, your old boss came after us!" Styx suddenly exclaimed, sitting up slighting and causing Blitz to push them back down into the chair so they could continue their embrace.

"That's besides the point." Erosa waved a hand with crossed arms. "Point is, you're a lot tougher than I thought, and since I saw you crying and laying on the cold hard ground before Blitz woke up, figured you have more going on than some bastard cat with a vendetta. Besides, I've been meaning to be nicer recently."

"Leroy kicked us out." Styx said solemnly.

Erosa's eyes widened, their mouth slightly agape. "Oh, shit. I'm really sorry, River. That's awful. Wish we had a place for you but ours barely covers two people. You've at least got the motel for a week."

"Don't worry about it." Styx said. "I gave him a piece of my mind on that call."

"Did you?" Blitz attempted to mutter seductively. A strange sense of pride filled Styx as they failed miserably to hide their blush.

"W-well." The sinner stuttered. "Yeah. I wasn't very nice after he made fun of you."

A single claw made it's way past Styx cheek, much to the fiery enjoyment of their imp.Looks of burning desire were shared but not acted upon, as Erosa looked on in bewilderment and a sense of jealousy.

"You two coming with or not?" Erosa asked. "This guy isn't gonna wait for your sex."

"Hold your horse dick that you don't have, pussy lips. I'm getting up." The very ruffled imp responded as he lifted himself up and over the chair before standing and pulling his partner's hand to lift them up into his arms with a smile. "You ready to go, babe?"

"Yeah." Styx said as they kissed the imp. "Ready."