AN: Hey guys, been awhile. Due to a combination of commissions, personal stuff, summer being hell, and a new job that makes me work late at nights, fiction has been slow, but I'm back to doing it and ready to post my main fics again so here we go!
Disclaimer: I do not own Hazbin Hotel or Helluva Boss
Diving into his soul was still a weird feeling for Blitzo every time he did it, but he would not deny that he was getting used to it. He just wished that he could make it more than just the same black and starry background he kept seeing with all those orbs of his memories floating around. It wasn't that it wasn't pretty, but he just liked to see some change occasionally. He looked at the nearly millions of memories he had made in his one-hundred and twenty-year life. The average Imp lived up to two hundred and fifty and was close to reaching middle age, which made him realize how much he had done since his birth. All the good and so much of the bad. It made him really feel like he had wasted so much of his life in the past.
The only times he felt alive were when he was in the circus, his times with Zella, and everything that came after he adopted Loona. It wasn't much compared to all the years he spent trying to get revenge for his family's death and the years he spent self-suffering for the misery he had caused after said revenge was complete. He didn't read the bible; he was a demon after all, but there was a fitting quote: "Those who live by the sword die by the sword."
That's how he always thought he'd end up. Hell, that was what he wanted to end up for a long time until the past twenty years. And yet it was those twenty years of memories and good times he was fighting to stay alive and sane for.
"Are you ready for the next set of memories? We're getting close to the corrupted one," Rachmiel said as he walked towards Blitzo, who was still focused on the endless void before him.
"...Yeah, and I think I know what they're going to be about," Blitzo muttered as he thought about who else was left in his past that he had yet to really confront. He had seen him in some memories but never as the primary focus. He had been hoping they wouldn't have to see him that much because whenever he did, Blitzo felt the pain of guilt over what he had done to Fizzarolli. His best friend. His first love.
The memory they were in was a very familiar one to Blitzo. It showed the circus doing its usual ending act, with the crowd cheering for them as the clowns danced and performed. The hell horses leaping and galloping with their riders. The elephants blew their snouts, and Blitzo's family twirled in the air, landing on them as the fireworks went off and everyone posed in their final act. The crowd was cheering and clapping as the ringmaster bowed, followed by everyone else, before thanking them for coming and telling them about the open gift shop.
Once the show was over and the audience began to leave, many performers started to go off and wash up after another successful show. Some decided to stay back and still do a few tricks for the young ones, including a certain jester juggling fake wine bottles. He was a young Imp, around twelve years old, and wore a green clown outfit with red fuzzy buttons. His sleeves were a mix of green, pink, and white stripes, while his shoes were a funny, curved black pair. A traditional red clown nose was on his face, as was some slight white makeup on his cheeks and two red bells at the end of his black and white striped horns.
But the most crucial thing that Blitzo saw was the smile. The smile of someone who loved entertaining everyone and had the optimistic joy of a newborn child. Blitzo couldn't help but smile upon seeing it. It was always the most beautiful thing about Fizz.
The younger version of his ex-boyfriend and ex-best friend then let the wine bottles drop on his head and break, but since they were fake, they didn't cause any pain. The small crowd he had formed clapped for his encore act while he bowed in thanks. A few even threw flowers he caught with his teeth, thanks to his fantastic flexibility. Even to this day, a hundred years later, Blizo had yet to me anyone who was more flexible than Fizz. He walked away where a young Blitzo was waiting for him.
"Geez, do you have to always do an encore act every time? Come on! I wanna see Linda's new baby!" Young Blitzo said while shaking with excitement.
"Okay, okay. Jeez, Blitzo. She only gave birth yesterday. The baby isn't going anywhere," Fizzarolli said with amusement.
"Just come on!" Young Blitzo said as he grabbed Fizzarolli's hand and dragged him out of the circus.
"So, you never really talked about him that much," Rachmiel said as they followed the duo.
"...Fizzarolli was my best friend growing up. Our parents knew each other, so we grew up almost like siblings. He was a clown performer and had a lot of talent. Especially as we got older. He even got his own solo act when he was fifteen," Blitzo answered.
"Wow, that's young for a solo act. He must have been quite the performer."
"He still is," Blitzo said with a snort. "His shows are sellouts, and he's practically the most famous Imp in Hell."
"Oh, he's alive? Is he still one of your friends?" Rachmiel asked.
"...No. We're not friends anymore. He hates me. With good reason," Blitzo muttered as he lowered his head in shame.
"...I see. Well, we'll see it anyway in the future, so you don't need to tell me now," Rachmiel said before pausing. "Wait, I thought Imps weren't seen as that special in Hell due to the caste system. How did he become so popular?"
"Well, the most common way for an Imp to gain any attention outside his own kind is to have a patron. That's why my company was able to work at all. Stolas wasn't just the one I was sleeping with to use his book to get to the mortal world. He was also helping by funding and advertising it in exchange for a small percentage of the sales," Blitzo admitted before muttering. "Of course, Fizz somehow found someone even higher than I ever could to support him."
"Who?"
"Asmodeus."
This made Rachemiel freeze in place, and Blitzo nearly tumbled upon the angel stopping so suddenly.
"Wait, THE Asmodeus?! Ring Lord of Lust?! The King of Seduction and Depravity?! One of Lucifer's most trusted generals during the Great War In Heaven?! Former Angel of Love, Asmara?! That Asmodeus?! How in the Nine Spheres of Heaven did he manage that?!"
"Trust me, I wish I knew, but all I know is that they are fuck buddies," Blitzo muttered as he recalled hearing about Fizzarolli being Asmodeus's lover years ago. He then paused and looked at Rachmiel in surprise. "Wait, Asmodeus isn't his real name?"
"No, all the Fallen Angels took different names when they fell. Save for Lucifer, they were once known as Asmara (Asmodeus), Beatrix (Beelzebub), Matthias (Mammon), Beluolisa
(Belphegor), Levion (Leviathan), Bellamy (Belberith), Melchior (Mephisto), and Samual (Samael)."
"Huh, that's interesting. I wonder what would happen if I called one of them by their real names?"
"Probably kill you."
"...Fair point."
They eventually caught up to the younger Blitzo and Fizzarolli and saw that they were by the stables of the Hell Horses. One white one with a burning red mane and tail was nuzzling a baby version of themselves that looked like a newborn. Both Blitzes stared at it with adoration as if it were the cutest thing in the universe. Fizzarolli looked at Younger Blitzo and rolled his eyes. "I'll never get your obsession with horses."
"Because they're awesome! Beautiful! And I saw them kick Bobo in the butt once," Young Blitzo.
"Oh? In that case, maybe they aren't so bad." The two laughed at the fact that their childhood bully got hurt by the horses in the past. Fizzarolli then leaned on the railing and sighed. "You know, Blitzo? I think we live the best life."
"What do you mean?" Young Blitzo asked with a tilted head.
"I mean, look at what we got? We have the biggest family in the world, and we all care for each other, unlike those Goetia nobles who always tear each other apart for political power. We look out for each other. We get to make people laugh! We're the stars of our own world! Everyone says you need money or fame, but I got enough right here. With my family," He then turned to Blitzo and grinned. "And the best friend in the world."
"...Fizz," Young Blitzo whispered in surprise before snorting. "What's with the cheesy speech? Did you get that from one of the pictures on the movie screen?"
"Kinda," Fizzarolli chuckled. "But you have to admit, it was pretty good."
"You should try acting," Young Blitzo said as he got off the railing. "But I don't intend to be just a trapeze person my entire life! I wanna be the ringmaster of my own circus!"
"Really? Why?" Fizzarolli asked.
"Well, look at Ringmaster Horus! He's the most respected and trusted member of our entire group! Everyone loves him, and he does so many important things! I wanna be like that! Someone important! Someone big! Someone who can be the boss," Young Blitzo claimed as he jumped onto the railing and posed with his hands on his waist.
"Come on, Blitzo," Fizzarolli laughed. "We all know that out of the three of you, your sisters are more boss-like than you are."
"That's not true! I'd be a helluva boss!" Young Blitzo said as he shoved Fizzarolli. The young clown grinned before pushing him back, and the two were soon roughhousing on the ground, laughing and getting dirty as they tried to pin the other down.
Finally, Young Blitzo pinned the jester and laughed in his face, but slowly, that laughter faded when the two realized they were staring at each other face to face. Their bodies close, and their lips near each other. The two blushed before Blitzo got up and let out a nervous chuckle. "Um, sorry about that. Kinda got a bit carried away."
"Y-Yeah, don't worry. Happens," Fizzarolli said as he rubbed the back of his head.
There was a moment of awkward silence between the two as they looked away from each other, still blushing, while rubbing their arms. Blitzo knew what this was. This was the moment he awakened his pansexual self. He had thought he liked girls in the past. After all, his first crush was the Horse Tamer's daughter when he was ten, but Fizzarolli was his first boy crush. The moment he realized he liked boys just as much as girls and then some.
"Um, let's go get dinner?" Fizzarolli suggested.
"G-Good idea," Young Blitzo said as the two walked side by side, closer and their tails brushing against one another.
Rachmiel and Blitzo emerged from the memory, and the angel looked at Blitzo with amusement. "I take it that Fizzarolli was your first serious crush?"
"Yeah," Blitzo whispered with a warm smile. "That day, I discovered I liked my best friend more than...well...a friend. I didn't fully realize until puberty hit."
Zella may have been his wife, and Stolas might be the one he has current feelings for (Feelings he is still figuring out), but Fizzarolli was his first. And you always remember your first. That's what made their current relationship all the more painful.
Suddenly, a white orb with pink appeared in front of Blitzo, making him pause. Rachmiel looked at it with interest. "Looks like thinking of Fizzarolli caused this one to appear. Pink means love. Romantic love. Perhaps we should check it out?"
"...I don't know," Bltizo muttered. Do I really want to remember the good times with Fizzarolli? It would only make the bad times worse...
"I have a feeling Fizzarolli is tied to your regrets of the past, yes?" Blitzo didn't answer. "I'll take the silence as a yes. To which I believe you should check it out. It's tied to your corrupted one, after all."
Blitzo hesitated at first before sighing. The angel was right. He needed to do this. He needed to confront that which was both beautiful and yet also tragic. Touching the orb, it soon turned into the portal, and the two entered it.
The party was in full swing. A giant chocolate and strawberry cake with Fizz's face on it. Large piles of presents despite there being a downward economy in Hell. A colossal tent usually reserved for shows was being used to celebrate the sixteenth birthday of a very special Imp. The tent was full of decorations, balloons, games, and more. You would think that a sixteenth birthday like this was overkill, but sixteen was an important year for an Imp according to their culture. While capable of living to two hundred and fifty years, in ancient times, most Imps were lucky to make it past thirty, considering how hostile Hell was thanks to monsters, disease, war, and famine. Thus, sixteen became an "adult age" for Imps.
While Hell had become safer over the various millennia (to a certain extent) and Imps lived far past thirty years old, the tradition of marking sixteen as the age of adulthood among Imps still lived on. One could compare it to a Bat Mitzvah in Jewish tradition or the Dastar Bandgi in Shikism without the religious importance. Blitzo remembered his sixteenth birthday with his twin, which was twice as big as this one, but seeing Fizz brought so many memories that he couldn't help but smile. A part of him sometimes wished he always stayed in the circus. That he never left that world.
Only that world would be eventually burned down without his say.
"Wow. Big party," Rachmiel said in awe.
"Never been to one?" Blitzo asked.
"Not one that wasn't family related," Rachmiel rubbed the back of his head. "I don't...really have a lot of friends. And even then, we just know each other in passing only."
Before it could be pressed further, Blitzo and Rachmiel spotted the younger sixteen-year-old Young Blitzo holding a slice of cake as he watched his sister, Barbie Wire, dance with Fizzarolli, who was wearing a big purple and puffy birthday crown. A hoedown-like music was playing from members of the circus as everyone was dancing or cheering for those swinging it down. Blitzo smiled as he saw so many familiar faces.
Ones he hadn't seen in years.
And some he would never see ever again.
The atmosphere was like a giant, warm home filled with love and fun. Young Blitzo was smiling in adoration as he watched his sister and best friend dance it up before Barbie Wire smirked, rushed over, and grabbed Young Blitzo by the arm.
"Come on, Blitzo! Dance with the birthday boy!" Barbie Wire said as she dragged him out and pushed him into a blushing Fizzarolli's arms. The two best friends stared at each other, red in the cheeks then normal, before smiling and grabbing each other's hands. They started dancing together, smiling and laughing as they let loose. Everyone was clapping as they saw the two best friends enjoying themselves.
When the song ended, Young Blitzo and Fizzarolli were smiling at each other, but soon, a few others carried away the birthday Imp for his attention elsewhere. Young Blitzo waved goodbye before sighing and walking to his twin sister, who shook her head. "Seriously, Blitzo. Are you ever going to give him that letter?"
"Confessing your feelings to your best friend with a letter isn't as easy as you think," Young Blitzo grumbled as he pulled out a letter addressed to Fizz. Blitzo remembered spending four nights with multiple edits from his sisters for that letter. All without his father finding out. Homosexuality might not have had such a significant stigma in Hell as it somewhat did in Heaven (Even if being Gay wasn't a one-way ticket to Hell despite some beliefs). However, there were still plenty of demons who were homophobic in various areas. Blitzo never did find out if his father, a very conservative person in general, had such feelings before he died.
Tilla walked over and smiled at her younger siblings. "Still haven't told him?"
"No, and I bet it's going to take him all night to do it," Barbie Wire joked.
"I bet it will take him until tomorrow," Tilla giggled.
"Nice to know my sisters have such confidence in me," Younger Blitzo muttered before pocketing the letter. "I'm going to get some punch."
Young Blitzo walked away from his laughing sisters to the punch bowl, where Blitzo and Rachmiel followed. He poured himself a cup and was about to drink it when Young Blitzo got dragged by his collar towards one of the exits and thrown out while landing in the dirt.
"Ow! What the fuck?!" He looked up and spat. "Oh, it's you. What do you want, Bobo?"
Bobo was a seventeen-year-old demonic-looking green-furred and red-eyed monkey with horns on his head. He wore clown shorts, a small purple tophat with a green feather, and a red vest with golden banana buttons. Blitzo scowled at his old childhood bully and wished he could go there and kick the giant ape's ass with his assassin training. Rachmiel winced and pointed out to the glaring monkey demon. "Is this the same Bobo that made fun of-"
"Me killing my mother because of my birth? Yeah," Blitzo muttered while crossing his arms.
"Asshole was just a jerk. He hated the fact that he wasn't as big of a star in the show among our age as my siblings and I. He wasn't even that great of a clown. His whole stick was just using bananas, but it was cheap comedy. Fizzarolli was ten times better than him. He had actual talent. Bobo was only good for shitting crap out of his mouth."
Bobo, grabbing Young Blitzo up, growled at him. "What the fuck did you do to get the pre-star spot for next week's big show at Sheol City, Blitzo?"
"Maybe the Ringmaster can recognize actual talent?" Young Blitzo answered, making Bobo slam him against a few work crates. "Careful, Bobo. People will talk if they see you manhandling me."
"Maybe I should handle your neck by strangling it until it sounds like an accordion!" Bobo shouted. "You always do this to me! You and those whores you call sisters and that freak you call best friend! You always are taking my spotlight! Me! A respectful demon in our society while Imps like you get more than you deserve!"
"Don't you dare call me sisters a whore or Fizz a freak, you damn dirty ape!" Young Blitzo shouted as he tried to punch Bobo, but instead, he got his arm caught, twisted, and forced back into the crates.
"Please, Blitzo. Like you can even fight. You're pathetic. Weak. Just your mother was," Bobo said, which made both Young Blitzo and Blitzo glare at him.
"Okay, normally? I am not one for violence, but someone needs to punch this guy," Rachmiel squawked angrily. Making fun of a boy's dead mother was a low blow that any angel would reply with their own punch.
Thankfully, Bobo was shut up when a barrel fell on him and trapped him inside, allowing Young Blitzo to break free as he struggled to get the barrel off him. Everyone looked up to see a smirking Fizzarolli up on the crates before flipping down and kicking Bobo off his feet. The screaming monkey demon, still trapped in his barrel, rolled down the road until he was but a glimpse in the distance.
"You know, I think he should put that in his act. It made me smile," Fizzarolli said as he helped Blitzo up. "You okay?"
"Yeah. Thanks, Fizz," Blitzo said with a big smile before looking confused. "Why are you out here? Shouldn't you be celebrating your birthday?"
"I wanted to talk to you, and your siblings said they saw you near the punch bowl. I saw Bobo grab you and figured he was up to no good as always, so I waited for the right time to trap him in that barrel. Much of an improvement since nobody gets to see his ugly mug," Fizzarolli chuckled as Young Blitzo soon joined in.
"You're lucky to have such a loyal friend," Rachmiel said with a smile.
"Yeah, I was," Blitzo whispered with a small smile.
"Thanks for saving me," Young Blitzo said with a big grin. "Why don't we go have more of that cake?"
"Sure!" Fizzarolli said as the two prepared to head back in before he noticed something. "Oh, you dropped something. Huh? This is for me?"
Young Blitzo turned around only to gasp upon seeing that it was the love letter that he had made. "Wait! Don't read it!"
"Why not? It's addressed to me, right?" Fizzarolli said with a grin as he opened it. "Some kind of late...birthday...card?"
Fizzarolli's eyes widened as he read it, and Young Blitzo covered his face in embarrassment as his secret was out. There was a loud silence between the two as Blitzo couldn't help but smirk at the scene. The day Fizz found out his true feelings for him. Rachmiel was also smiling at the adorableness of it all. It felt like something out of a fictional story with how romantic and cute this was.
"...Blitzo," Fizzarolli whispered, his eyes focused on his friend, and his cheeks turned pink.
"I'm sorry!" Young Blitzo shouted as he put his hands together in a praying position. "Look, just forget it! It was stupid! I mean...I like you! I mean, you're my friend! I wanna be more...but...I...please...I just didn't mean...It wasn't..."
"Blitzo?"
"...Yeah?"
"...This is the best gift I could have ever asked for."
Young Blitzo's eyes widened as a smile soon decorated his face. "R-Really?"
"Y-Y-Yeah," Fizzarolli whispered as he looked at the card. "I...I feel the same way...I just never...I always thought we were just friends..."
"Then...do you want to...be more?" Young Blitzo asked hopefully.
Fizzarolli's response was to kiss him on the cheek. The two young Imp smile lovingly at each other before hugging with tears in their eyes. After a moment of tenderness, they soon walked back to the party. This time, holding hands.
The two left the memory and returned to the center of Blitzo's soul. Blitzo had tears in his eyes but was smiling. The first time he fell in love. The first time, he had someone who he cared about. It was a magical and memorable moment for him. Fizz and he had a great relationship that lasted for a year and a half until...until...
Blitzo closed his eyes. He knew what memory was going to come next. There was only one left to face. The day it all happened. The day he lost his family, his home, and all that he held dear. A day that set him on a path that would lead to more ruin further down the line and make him lose everything for a second time. He was not ready to deal with that. Not now.
But he knew it would be time to soon do it. It would be time to face the event that wrecked his life and made him who he is today. He didn't want to face it, but he had to. For not just his sake but everyone's. Opening his eyes, he gazed up at the corrupted memory he would face the next time he came here. The black and green oozing orb that was glowing with sinister energy. Mocking him as if to say he would never be able to move.
Never be forgiven.
"...I'm ready to leave," Blitzo sighed. "But next time? I'm ready to face it."
"Okay," Rachmiel said as he touched Blitzo's shoulder. "Are you sure? Once we enter that memory, there will be no going back out. No matter how much you plead or cry, I will not have us leave until you see it all."
"...I gotta face it some time, don't I?" Blitzo muttered before hugging himself. "But...not now...maybe a week or two?"
"Of course," Rachmiel said with a smile. "Let's get out of here."
The moment they returned, the two could instantly feel that something was wrong. Before they could act, Loona burst into the room with a panicking face. "Holy shit! Thank whatever the fuck you guys are back! Moxxie and Millie are injured!"
"What?!" Blitzo shouted as Rachamiel gasped in horror. "What the fuck happened?!"
"I don't know! Moxxie called two minutes ago and told us to get him and Millie because of a bomb that exploded nearby!"
"Are they okay?! How's the baby?!" Blitzo shouted as he pushed past Loona and hurried down the halls as fast as possible.
"Stolas and his guards just grabbed them! They're heading for the hospital wing section of the palace!" Loona shouted as the three of them hurried up.
"I'm flying ahead!" Rachmiel shouted as he zoomed in the air with his wings.
Blitzo was thankful that Rachmiel was a doctor from Heaven because he was this close to grabbing all the company funds and paying as many doctors as necessary to look after his best friends. Blitzo and Loona all but skeeted towards the stairs and rode the railings down as fast as possible before landing on the bottom floor, where they hurried ahead. They just made it to the center hall, and they saw Stolas's guards carrying an unconscious and lightly bleeding Millie on a stretcher while Stolas carried Moxxie, who was both crying and looking ready to have a panic attack. Rachmiel was scanning and healing Millie with both hands while ordering servants to prepare medical equipment and requesting things from his room.
"How is she?! How is the baby?!" Blitzo shouted with worry as he shadowed Rachmiel.
"She's unconscious and has a slight concussion! Bruised and cut, but nothing serious. The baby seems uninjured—thank you, Mother Mary—but I need to check for internal injuries and post-trauma effects. Symptoms from explosions can kick in after a certain time," Rachmiel answered as he spoke like a true professional. Say what you will about the nervous caladrius, but when he went into "Medical Mode," he was a hundred percent serious.
"Are you sure you can help them?" Loona asked.
"Loona, trust me. I am a doctor. This is what I do," Rachmiel said with conviction that slowly eased her worries.
Blitzo put his hand around Loona's and nodded to her. He trusted the angel so far with his life and soul. He knew he could trust him with his best friends' well-being. Loona nodded back and turned to Rachmiel. "Thank you."
"Of course," Rachmiel said with a smile before returning his focus to Millie.
Blitzo rushed over to Moxxie, shaking and sobbing in Stolas's arms and gripping his hand. "Moxxie! Tell me everything that happened! Now!"
"Tyson...I should have...Millie...all my fault..." Moxxie muttered over and over again while rocking back and forth.
"He's in shock, Blitzy. I'm afraid he can't tell you much," Stolas whispered as Moxxie suddenly sobbed and buried his face in his hands.
"Goddamnit, tell me you got the place they were attacked locked down!" Blitzo shouted with rage in his eyes. He didn't care if he wasn't up to a hundred percent. Nobody fucked with his family and got away with it. He didn't care who it was or why they did it. They were dead.
"Already have Grimbeak and others closing the area down. I have them interrogating witnesses, getting evidence of what happened, and pulling whatever security footage they can find in the area. Whoever did this, we will know and strike back," Stolas said firmly.
"Thank you, Stolas," Blitzo whispered as he looked at Moxxie, still sobbing in shock and horror, and then Millie, bleeding and unconscious. What the fuck happened?!
Once both Moxxie and Milie were in the hospital wing, Rachmiel forced everyone but the palace medical staff out so that they could do their work. A few servants came in and out with some equipment that Rachmiel had requested, but everyone was forced to wait outside, no matter how badly they wanted to check on the married couple. Stolas paced around, waiting for the results of his men search of the area where the attack happened or from Rachmiel about Moxxie and Millie. Octavia looked down at her seat, fidgeting while wrapping her arms around her. Loona and Blitzo were also sitting down, but both held each other's hands while staring at the door. Reginald had arrived with tea for them a while ago to drink, but nobody touched it, and it was now stone cold.
So far, it had been an hour, but it felt like five hours. No word had come forward about what was going on in there, and while often people said "no news was good news," in this case, it was "no news was worrisome news." Especially since Rachmiel was requesting items that none knew about, only that they were obviously Heaven-made and were a lot more advanced than what you would see in Hell or Earth.
"...Was it like this for when you had to worry about me?" Blitzo asked his daughter.
"Yeah," Loona whispered.
"...I'm sorry," Blitzo whispered as he closed his eyes. Worrying about Moxxie and Millie like this was terrible. He could only imagine what his condition in the hospital with his situation was like, especially after his suicide attempt. Finally, the doors opened, and Rachmiel came out of the hospital wing, looking confused and concerned, which made the demons worry as they stood up to face the angel. "How are they?"
"Well, Moxxie refused to lie down and wanted to be with his wife, so I had to put him to sleep before I could check on him, Millie, and their baby," Rachmiel said as he lifted his Aion, and it glowed before showing some notes floating around in a holographic image. "The good news is that they were far enough from the blast that they didn't get seriously injured. Millie's worst condition is that she banged her head pretty hard and suffered a concussion that I can fix easily. The shockwave didn't damage her or the baby, so she's lucky in that department. Save for some small cuts and bruises, she'll be fine. It's Moxxie that I'm...well...honestly, I'm baffled!"
"Huh? What's wrong?" Octavia asked. "Is he that injured?"
"No, his injuries were slightly worse than Millie's but nothing life-threatening. It's what my scans showed that has me utterly confused. It's why it took so long for me to come out. I've been double-checking to make sure what I found was accurate," Rachmiel said as he looked at them all seriously. "Are you sure that Moxxie is an Imp?"
The four of them looked at each other in confusion before Loona said, "Uh, yeah? He's got the horns, the tail, the figure, and is as red as a baboon's ass. Why wouldn't he be?"
"Because not only is his biology completely different from any normal Imp, he has extra organs that function differently than most demons," Rachmiel revealed, which made their eyes widen.
"Extra...what?!" Blitzo shouted in shock. "Like two hearts or lungs or stomachs?"
"How can someone have extra organs?" Octavia asked in disbelief.
"These aren't just any organs. From what I can tell, these are all designed and artificially made through some kind of bio-alchemic science," Rachmiel said as he continued reading his notes. "I've never seen such advanced bioengineering before, at least not in theory. But based on my scans, he has an organ that allows him to process food and drink in an advanced manner that breaks it down and pumps extra protein and iron into his bloodstream. Some kind of smaller lung function between his two main ones that allow extra oxygen and blood to be pumped. An implant in his brain that allows him to think quicker and react faster. An extra valve in his heart is releasing some kind of chemical inside of him, increasing his demonic regeneration healing. Some kind of nerve organ, that I have never seen before, in between his eyes that has increased his eyesight beyond most average levels and advanced vision. Not to mention, all his organs seem to be just tougher and made out of something that's making them function at such a pure optical level that I doubt Moxxie's ever been sick or ill his entire life."
Nobody said anything. This was just mind-blowing to all of them. Extra organs? Additional parts for functional features? His organs were made to be tougher and healthier?
"Then there is his blood. Some kind of strange enzyme is being produced and flowing through his bloodstream. I've never seen one like this, but his body is making it in addition to all the natural stuff a body produces. I traced it to the pancreas, but that was where the weird stuff started. His pancreas is not the shape of any normal one I've seen in all my books of demons, angels, and humans. It's also artificially made. In fact, I'd say that Moxxie is at least seventy percent artificial as a living being based on the designs of his organs, the tissue samples I have, and the biological structure of even his bones, which produce a strange light metallic surface under them for added protection. Even his skin is different despite how it looks."
"Wait, what are you saying?" Blitzo asked.
"I'm saying that Moxxie is not a natural-born Imp. He's a synthetically made demon made to look like an Imp but superior in physical and mental prowess. In other words, he's an artificial demon produced and made by someone. And based on what I've discovered, he was made to be a living weapon."