BLEH! (read, this is important lol)
(I've opened commissions.)
You guys already know, new chapter of Holy Hell and the life of a 6-year-old who was dead longer than he knows, and Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to everyone. By the way
I've opened writing commissions, lol, more for experimentation than anything (I'm only on page 156 of my personality theory book, who would have thought Freud was an incestuous person going up and down the family tree, should I make him appear in a chapter?)
I'll probably charge like 1-2 dollars for every 500-1000 words or so, I need to experiment and all that stuff. Well, that was it, enjoy the excessively long chapter xd. I always say not to expect chapters with more than 5k words and then I come up with this nonsense. By the way, the third shard of Hell is already uploaded on my p. (free as always), it deals with moments before this chapter.
Oh, and pray for me, a typhoon is forecasted for my area in a few hours, that's why I'm publishing this chapter now and not tomorrow, which is the scheduled release date lel. If I die from some stupidity, let this count as my final mark in the story.
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"Can you shut the your damn mouth!? The last one doesn't even sound like an onomatopoeia!"
"SCREW YOU!. ¡First stop trying to kill me and pay me you piece of shit!"
Blitz dodged the sinner's punch, seizing the opportunity to grab the hood of his hoodie and flip his body over a table, knocking bottles of alcohol to the floor as a result. Unaware of another demon's arrival, he received a powerful kick to the back, staggering until falling onto a sofa.
"Ugh, damn, I think I fell on a Vibr-" he didn't even bother finishing his sentence when he rolled off the sofa, groaning as he felt the sticky floor. However, that was preferable to having an axe through his beautiful (and already messed up) face.
"Why the hell won't you die disgusting roach!" one of the sinners tried to exploit Blitz's disadvantaged position. Unfortunately, due to his own stupidity, the insults alerted him.
The imp rolled on the floor to dodge a stomp aimed at his skull, used the momentum to jump up, only to be forced to crouch again to avoid attacks directed at him. The imp dodged from kicks to bottles sent his way until ending up in the corner of the room, making sure to locate each demon to avoid future surprises.
'Well, now that we have a little break to think, everyone must be wondering, 'Blitz, why don't you just kill them? Isn't that your damn fucking job anyway?''
And I would grab all of you by your soft and weak asses, sit them in a comfortable chair, and politely say
THIS ROOM WOULD HAVE BECOME A NECROPHILIAC'S LUCID DREAM IF IT WEREN'T FOR ONE OF THESE DAMN BASTARDS OWEING ME MONEY
And as Blitz had to find out the hard way in the past, the dead don't pay, unfortunately (unless you want to sell their organs, but we haven't expanded that much yet).
'Well...'
The imp's finger pointed threateningly at the hooded sinner on the other side of the room, thinking that maybe an early expansion wouldn't hurt. While he lowered his phone to look at him scared by how he just pointed at him without saying anything.
And before Blitz could continue with his mental diatribe, one of the demons wanted to take advantage of his distraction to try to "grab him by the horns." However, the Imp, without even looking at him, just smiled and slid to the side of his attacker to provide a sweeping kick, slamming his body face-first into the floor
The smile only widened upon hearing screams of pain, which, combined with the sound of shattered glass bottles, served as a soundtrack to their hatred. Bottles that likely embedded themselves in the demon's body, confirmed by the increasingly agonizing screams.
The imp squatted to dodge what seemed to be a knife thrown in its direction, taking the opportunity to whisper something in the ear of the writhing demon on the ground, "want to know what it feels like to be a cockroach?"
Laughing to himself, Blitz used the body on the floor as a springboard to maneuver, kicking aside the last demon in the room charging towards him, eliciting more cries from both demons, leading the impaled sinner to unconsciousness.
'Hey, as long as someone gives me my damn money...'
Speaking of money, Blitz quickly turned around and glared at the sinner who started all this, the reason he couldn't have a single damn day off.
"GIVE ME MY F***ING MONEY." Blitz aggressively shouted at the hoodie-clad sinner while continuing to dodge the murder attempts of the second sinner, who seemed to recover from Blitz's kick faster than expected.
"SCREW YOU, YOU DIDN'T HOLD UP YOUR END OF THE DEAL!" the hoodie-wearing sinner spat blood while retreating, unsure of which direction to hide.
Blitz couldn't take it anymore (it only lasted 5 minutes without leaving permanent scars on someone) and kicked the last demon attempting to attack him in the stomach, leaving him on the ground writhing in pain, with a knee to the jaw as the finishing blow.
Considering it done, he continued arguing (threatening) with the money-owing sinner.
"Listen to me, 'bitten scrotum'..."
The threats took the form of an approach, and Blitz hesitated whether to draw his weapon to end this. However, bullets would finish the job too quickly. Blitz didn't need speed; he needed discipline, and discipline is slow, painful.
Despite the threatening tone, he seemed to be walking calmly in their direction, a calmness cut short when he reached the sofa. With a single kick, he overturned it, causing more screams from the unfortunate sinner who had fallen into the glass bottles earlier, unfortunately (depending on who you ask) getting trapped under the sofa.
Blitz just kept walking, leaving the screams of pain and suffering as the only ambient sound. With a small leap, he was already on top of the effortlessly overturned sofa, making the strength difference between all the sinners and Blitz clear.
Blitz's face intentionally contorted into a serious expression, attempting to seem threatening. However, he couldn't help but let his lips curl at the sound of the screams. And there he was, the little devil they thought they could walk all over like any other, only to end up in this situation.
With the screams of suffering being the only constant noise in the room, beyond the devil's teeth grinding, who was using the little mental strength left not to rip out this sinner's organs.
Nervousness crept into the still conscious sinner, unfortunately the one Blitz needed breathing.
"The deal was to kill your ex-partner, who found your intestines tastier than your own penis, AND WE DID THAT! It's your damn fault for not specifying that he had a twin. Oh, and you also forgot to mention the damn part where they were CANNIBALISTIC INCESTUOUS TWINS! I almost lost two of my best (and only) workers because of you." He can't even blame Moxxie for vomiting all over the van... Oh, wait, yes he can. SCREW YOU MOXXIE, WHEREVER YOUR FAT ASS IS SITTING RIGHT NOW!
The idea of a car wash doesn't sound so bad now...
…
Exhausted by the situation, from the outrageously high fees to wash a damn van to the ongoing issue with the usual sinners, Blitz decided that venting mattered more than collecting his debt. With overflowing rage, he launched himself off the sofa, grabbing the first thing he found as a weapon. So furious that the phallic shape of the 30-centimeter object he took mattered little, causing the target demon of the peculiar weapon to smirk in mockery.
The smirk lasted only an instant when that phallic object approached his face at a speed sufficient to produce a loud crack upon impact, changing his position from standing to lying on the floor with a broken jaw.
Blitz observed with interest and amazement the weapon in his hands, momentarily calming down as he paid too much attention to it. "Wow, almost as lethal as my-"
The demon he thought he had disabled earlier with a knee to the head charged him from the side, grabbing him around the waist and carrying him aimlessly towards the first thing they could collide with. Unfortunately, his body ended up being the point of impact.
*¡Crash!*
A pair of red eyes widened as he could feel boards being smashed by his back, subsequently feeling his back break through the common fragility of glass.
'What kind of cartoonish crap is this...?'
His fingers dug into the back of the bastard who was charging him, while in the background, he saw the demon who owed him money finally getting up, holding his jaw in pain. Before losing the beautiful view due to his free fall, he managed to see in the background how the room's door opened slowly, unable to distinguish what was on the other side.
"BASTTTTttaaarrdddss." Whether in free fall or on the ground, he would never miss the opportunity to insult the idiots he had just humiliated invincibly (they're off the floor, it doesn't count)
...
Oh, wait.
Becoming aware, Blitz realized they were still falling from what seemed to be the fourth floor.
"SONS OF BITCHES"
The imp's mouth spat an insult into apparent nothingness and decided to maneuver in the air to position himself above the demon who had thrown him, having enough time to achieve it,
He managed to use the demon's body to cushion the impact that would inevitably happen.
And that inevitability came faster than expected; after all, sinners seemed to be professionals at falling into hell.
¡Crash!
…
A little devil and a sinner fell from a fourth floor. The joke? No one gave a fuck. Because that's hell, nobody, except one person...
"Ugh…" a groan came accompanied by an annoying cough, more from swallowing dust than the fall.
The imp staggered out of the body beneath him, falling to one knee and grunting at how his legs felt. Was anything broken? No, but let someone try to tell him to his face that falling from the fourth floor leaves you without some damn aftermath.
Luckily for him, the adrenaline he was feeling now allowed him to ignore that kind of thing.
As he staggered out of what seemed to be an alley, he could feel a syringe plunging into his leg, leaving him with the intention to curse, until his body began to contract, his eyes slowly dilating, and his heart starting to beat faster.
'Speaking of adrenaline,' his hand quickly ripped the syringe from his leg and moved on.
His body now moved more freely towards the end of the alley, mostly filled with syringes and trash, ignoring the complete lack of beggars that usually inhabit hell, gradually regaining his mobility, and focusing specifically on escaping the place.
'To hell with the assholes above, I should get out before the whole orgy descends from up there...'
Near the end of the alley, his nose was assaulted by a smell before he could realize it, interrupting his plans to escape as fast as he could and leaving him too confused to keep moving.
It was an extremely strong aroma, to the point where, for a moment, he stopped, forced to cover his nose to continue. He soon realized it was the abundant earthly scent... Only this one was different, a more intense aroma than usual, but without even feeling disgusting like the others... just 'intriguing.'
'Well, it's not my damn problem that some idiot died in a fragrance factory; Satan knows these alleys need them anyway.'
Relief began to flood the imp's body when he could perceive the beautiful scent of the streets of hell. However, it was a relief that turned into pain in less than a second, letting out curses as he fell abruptly to the ground, feeling like someone had stepped on his tail.
Left defenseless on the ground for what felt like a second, but a second was all the sinner needed to pounce on him.
His body quickly tried to get up, leaving the imp in doubt about whether the adrenaline was wearing off or maybe he was just a damn heavy guy, but he found himself unable to move with the amount of weight on his back.
And without wasting time, the sinner took advantage of his advantageous position, attempting to strangle him.
One arm encircled his neck while the other struggled to immobilize his arms. With no chance to react, he could only notice some details in the corners of his vision, like the arm choking him, which was filled with syringes, probably from the fall they had.
Something he couldn't give much importance to when he felt the air escaping rapidly from his lungs.
'Shit, shit, SHIT.'
He only had two options: the first was to curse himself for not staying in character, and the second was... Well.
'SCREW YOU MOXXIE!'
The imp's eyes moved quickly in all possible directions, an almost useless action in his situation, as his head remained still, fixed on a single point.
And although he strained his increasingly cloudy vision, he could only see the horrible streets of hell, which even seemed emptier than usual, being the only thing out of place, making clear the normality of the rotten and disgusting smells they always had... Plus, a person.
And strangely, he looked human, a human appearance that could even have confused him with one of his targets on the land of the living, more for what would probably be a piece of crap like any other.
His eyes roamed over his entire body, this being the anchor that allowed him to concentrate enough not to fall into unconsciousness, finding his attire just as odd as his physical appearance, until reaching his eyes, and curiously, they made eye contact.
His body slowly began to give in, still watching the sinner who was a few meters away, leaving him so dizzy that his mind could only focus on what lay ahead, which was... Confusing. Most sinners, even the hellborns, would either laugh or watch this situation with vice.
But his face radiated... doubt, not revealing any emotion beyond that. His eyes observed him with curiosity and a smile that didn't seem to reflect any enjoyment. The sinner just looked at him, hesitating about things that couldn't matter less to him.
Well, every sinner with Lucifer, didn't even bother trying to ask for help; it's damn hell, he'll probably record it or masturbate to this view.
...
The imp's hands stopped struggling, his eyes blurred, his brain experienced a lack of oxygen, and his stomach twisted as dizziness intensified. He wasn't even experiencing fear or desperation; his being was simply sinking into annoyance. Feeling like he would die this way was even insulting, but he could only hope to fall into the cold hands of unconsciousness.
But that feeling never came because, for a moment, his body seemed to lose and regain all sense at the same time; the arm around his neck was gone, as was the weight on his back. His vision began to lose itself, as if he were falling...
And it's because he was. He could hear a squeak whose origin he didn't know, but he knew one thing: the only person in the whole street, the same person he had seen before, was still in the same place. Only now, his arm was slightly raised, with a chain on his wrist, which was levitating slightly despite still being coiled.
The sensory overload was so strong that he didn't even realize he was about to smash his face into the pavement.
Being 'The fuck...' the last thing he could think before his face hit the dirty street. Everything seemed to stop for the imp: his surroundings, his breathing, even his thoughts; everything, everything except his heart, a beat that was so strong that it reminded the imp that he was still alive and kicking, a beat so strong that it made his whole body awaken to the pain.
...
Oh, sure.
"I'M STILL ALIVE YOU BASTARDS!"
His body rose faster than he could even feel it, emitting a crack when his head turned abruptly, leaving his dilated eyes fixed on the sinner who helped him, something that seemed to disturb him a bit by the way he moved.
Something that seemed to give Blitz a damn, as in less than a second, he sprinted the meters between them, tearing even the ground.
Blitz only had to hear the clinking of the chain to decide that he should take this person with him, preparing to even drag his damn savior if necessary.
His eyes were wide open, injected with adrenaline, and as he ran as fast as he could, he couldn't help but glance back, seeing the guy who almost killed him suspended in the air by what seemed to be chains manifesting out of apparent nothingness.
In what felt like a blink, Blitz was already in front of the white-haired guy, who never lowered his arm, giving rise to a meeting between adrenaline-injected eyes and golden eyes that seemed to regret a bit more with each passing moment.
"Hello—" the voice of the white-haired guy got lost amid the abrupt movements and indecision about the consequences of his own actions.
And another blink took him behind him, finally deciding to bring him along, grabbing him by the left arm and praying to damn Satan that the chains wouldn't break by moving him from his position, not caring about what the sinner was about to say.
Fortunately, the guy followed him like his shadow, keeping the same pace. It would have been something to applaud if it weren't for the fact that his hands were feeling his suit for his weapons, while he heard a distant noise, cursing his damn luck in advance.
Even knowing what it was, the imp glanced back, seeing a group of people emerging from the same building from which they had thrown him. A group that didn't hesitate to start following them, completely ignoring the person who remained suspended in the air.
"OH COME ON!" he couldn't help but shout as he turned around and finally pulled out his beautiful gun, leaving a clear impression on Isaac, who just looked confused and a bit amazed while Blitz seemed to dodge all obstacles in their path without even looking at them.
Ignoring the strange look his helper was giving him while opening fire, he dismissed his pursuers as he focused on finding an exit, devising a plan to quickly get out of the place and lose them, finding what he needed a few meters ahead.
"CAN YOU KEEP UP?" Blitz glanced back, seeing how his savior easily kept pace. He seemed to have trouble hearing him, but after a few seconds (and being run over almost 4 times), the sinner following his trail nodded.
Taking the nod as an affirmation, the imp decided to turn into the next alley.
And as expected, the alley was infested with vagrants and piles of syringes, along with garbage bags and much more crap, the beautiful standard of hell. But that was the idea, and acting as if he didn't have broken legs, he moved agilely through the entire alley, maneuvering around every obstacle and occasionally glancing back.
He cursed himself as he looked back, hoping that his companion hadn't gotten stuck in anything, but to his surprise...
Isaac felt light. No, that's an understatement; it was literally as if he had several speed-boosting items on him! Objects, trinkets, he just felt surrealistically fast!
Although it was initially challenging to handle such speed (mostly because he was being dragged and had to pull himself up to avoid being left behind).
He couldn't help but laugh a bit at how light he felt. He was not only fast in movement but also in perception! It was as if he had a mental sensor telling him what to dodge next; he could even use the walls to propel himself and dodge piles of garbage.
It would have been an exciting and unique experience. The only drawback was the bullets flying around him, which made the experience more... "exciting," so to speak, something he didn't appreciate when a bullet grazed his arm. At least he could focus on whether it was a bullet from the demons behind him or the one in front.
On the other hand, at least the demon in front seemed to enjoy the acrobatics he was doing; his hysterical laughter was a clue.
...
After a few seconds, Isaac and Blitz finally managed to exit the alley. The white-haired guy was about to keep running, but he stopped, glancing sideways at how Blitz hid on one side of the alley, with a smile growing every second as he seemed to search for something in his suit.
Setting aside any trace of common sense and self-preservation, Isaac decided to wait by his side, a bit curious about his actions. He figures the moment to abandon this plan should have been before helping him, so he brought it upon himself.
...
Did he mention how much he loves the suit he's wearing?
The imp chose to wait patiently on the side of the alley, already having a vague idea of his grand plan. Blitz began searching for the necessary materials in his suit to make it work before they reached them.
Disturbed by the "direct" way (too close to his personal space, for now) his companion was looking at him, who quickly realized this and made an apologetic gesture while patiently waiting by his side as if he were a puppy waiting for its owner.
Blitz rolled his eyes at this gesture, but wasted no time and continued with his plan by inserting one of his hands into his suit.
Now, filled with enthusiasm to showcase his brain-devised plan, demonstrating that it matched the size of his ego, a smile lit up the imp's face as the demons finally reached the halfway point of the alley.
He quickly pulled out the hand that had ventured into his suit, proudly revealing a grenade now without a pin. Despite the several meters' distance between the middle and the end of the alley, one of the demons noticed what Blitz was holding, managing to alert his companions but being too late to do anything.
"SCREW YOU, BASTARDS!" with a sadistic smile, the grenade was thrown with a good level of force, bouncing off every possible surface until landing in the middle of the alley, in front of a sinner that Blitz could recognize by their hoodie, and one who was in an alley just large enough for two people but too narrow for a group.
The premature grave for these sinners used debris as soil, and the grenade had the honor of being their makeshift headstone.
Capturing the screams of suffering and the rumble of collapsing walls as signs that his plan had been executed, with precision, especially considering that, in case someone was outside the alley, they would encounter the insurmountable barrier of debris.
"Alright, problem solved," muttered the imp as he dusted off the dirt that had fallen on his suit and quickly walked away from the scene.
"RUN NOW BEFORE THE BUILDING OWNERS CATCH US!"
Streets of hell-isaac,blitzo
It might sound repetitive, but, unsurprisingly, the land of eternal suffering remains the current residence for the white-haired guy and the imp.
"Sorry!"
"My apologies!"
"My fault!"
Isaac apologized repeatedly to the people he bumped into, showing a remorseful face. He received a variety of different insults in response, and strangely, some whistles. He quickly got used to his new speed, but not that quickly!
Although he didn't feel tired, he noticed that the person in front of him, the demon he had helped before, started to lose firmness in his strides, displaying a tired posture.
Isaac easily matched his pace, watching as his breathing became erratic and irregular. He decided to put a hand on his shoulder to stop him: "We've gotten pretty far from the place, don't you want to rest for a bit?"
The imp reacted with a defensive posture, turning and about to remove the hand from his shoulder. Still shaken by what happened minutes ago, Isaac caught his hand before he could slap him, giving him a few seconds to regain composure.
With the body finally settling into the calm sought by Isaac, the aftermath of adrenaline took its toll. He felt as if his body had been through a shredder, thrown into a plastic-only trash bin, and finally dumped into a dumpster where vagabonds would copulate over his remains...
"Sure..." Blitz cautiously leaned his back against the wall, scanning the entire street for people, and slid down to the ground once he saw that there didn't seem to be anything dangerous in sight, allowing himself a few moments of calm that he used to rest.
Isaac just looked at him with empathy, sensing an abysmal difference between his previous attitude and his current state, deciding that it would be best to let him rest a bit. He was still unable to comprehend the nature of demons, but increasingly felt that there wasn't much difference between the people he knew and them, something that might be considered a bad omen.
The imp's groans of pain prevented him from firsthand noticing how someone else had sat down beside him, something that didn't seem to matter much anyway. He preferred to focus on the pain throughout his body, which, by the way, was ALL his damn body...
Even his mind was halfway exploding; he swore he would go back to the jerk who didn't pay him and beat the crap out of the whole group he was with... Well, he would do it as soon as he could recover from this crap.
As he sat there half-agonizing, his subconscious, eager to mess with him, didn't stop reminding him how all this had started...
First, a client offered him a large sum of money for a "special" job, which he accepted after a long time analyzing the deal (no. Just no), only for it all to end with that disgusting group of twins and their weird fetishes... Oh, and Moxxie couldn't hold back the visceral reaction and ended up vomiting on the way back home, right inside the van.
Do we even know why we were in the van? Oh, right, Loona was coming back from buying a new phone when we returned from the mission.
Ugh... Damn Moxxie.
…
A strangely comfortable silence emerged between the two. Blitz tried to rest as much as he could, somewhat facilitated by a calm whistle he could hear beside him, the only prevailing sound beyond the incessant gunfire and the screams of agony that characterized the infernal scene.
"Well, time to move on!" Blitz quickly got up, confusing Isaac a bit, who didn't hesitate to stand up and start following him. This decision displeased Blitz a little, thinking that maybe he could get rid of him if he kept quiet.
"Are you feeling better?" Isaac asked with concern as he inspected the imp's body, noticing the marks of broken glass still lingering on his side.
"Nope! Every inch of my body begs me to Kill myself to stop feeling so much agony and pain. Well, things happen when you throw an imp from a fourth floor" Does simply breathing cause him pain? Sure does! But even some sessions with Stolas are similar to this...
...
Or worse.
An awkward silence followed this conversation, along with the fact that Blitz kept moving forward, occasionally looking back and noting that Isaac was still following.
Choosing to act a bit considerate for once, Blitz introduced himself, "Thanks for the help earlier. I'm Blitz, the 'o' is silent." The imp turned around and shook the hand of the white-haired guy, ignoring the urge to scream in agony just to leave a second good impression (considering he almost died on the first one).
Without letting the sinner beside him speak as they walked, the imp continued, "Sorry, but I'm broke. I have nothing to give or offer unless you want something of 'this." He gestured towards his own body with a chuckle while saying the last part.
Isaac deliberately ignored this detail.
He received the handshake firmly, refraining from asking about the "o" because he was a bit unsure how to respond to that, opting for simplicity for now. "Isaac Mo-, I mean, my name is Isaac, but why would you give me something?" He couldn't help expressing his confusion, leaving the imp a bit puzzled, managing to overlook Isaac's initial slip. It was unthinkable for someone in hell to do something without expecting something in return.
At least, until his eyes opened to realize what was happening here
"Biblical name, huh?"
"Uh..." For the first time in his life, no matter how absurd it might sound, Isaac realized that, yes, his name was inspired by the Bible, ironically exaggerated given his experiences now that he thinks about it.
"Probably..." Isaac couldn't help but get lost in the irony of comparing his life to that of Biblical Isaac.
"Oh, well, look..." Blitz approached Isaac, putting his arm around his shoulder while gesturing with his other hand to everything unfolding before them: demons killing each other, fighting, and with the "quieter" part of the place being demons simply running or getting high on the streets.
"Seems like you're new to being damn dead and destined for 'eternal suffering,' or whatever they want to call it up there, so let me give you a piece of advice as a thank-you for your help. This. is. hell." The imp shrugged at Isaac, going face to face as he spoke these words with an annoyed voice, wishing he had put it more explicitly as he saw Isaac slowly tilt his head onto his shoulder, not dropping that stupid smile as if he was stating the most obvious thing in the world.
"Look, you're a sinner, also religious, you should know. This place is filled with despicable types who would only save you to then kill you themselves. You should be cautious with each and every one of them." Blitz kept moving, ignoring the fact that he was heading in the opposite direction of I.M.P.
"So, you're a 'piece of shit' too." The imp's footsteps resonated, closely followed by another pair of steps.
"Obviously, I'm the biggest piece of shit that exists!" Even though he was saying something like that, Isaac couldn't help but marvel a bit at how proudly the imp seemed of what he said as he continued walking, accompanying the imp's laughter with a small chuckle from his part.
Well, explain a bit why that strange demon before gave him money; everyone seems to be messed up in this place, even the 'good' kind of messed up!
"You don't seem like the biggest piece of shit that exists." Blitz gave him a shit-eating grin as he heard the words from the sinner behind him, who now seemed to maintain a more serene smile compared to the one he had when they first met.
"HA, give me 5 seconds, and I'll show you what a piece of shit like me can do." The demon chuckled to himself as he turned into a street.
"So, did I save the worst piece of shit in all of hell?" Isaac could only smile a bit at the imp's attitude, receiving a thumbs-up from the demon instead of a vocal response. Blitz didn't even bother to turn around, just gestured backward as he kept walking.
...
Several minutes have passed in which the two demons have been immersed in peaceful stillness. Blitz continues to ponder what he could say when he has to talk to his employees about the "missing payment."
Meanwhile, Isaac's life seems to have momentarily departed from the calm. Not that he has many options anyway; he's practically alone in hell, with no clear destination or way to get anywhere. He doesn't even know where he could go...
So he decides to wait patiently. He wouldn't gain anything by rushing the demon who continues to walk as if he hadn't perpetrated a genocide a few minutes ago. Meanwhile, his mind wanders into any thought that avoids boredom.
He observes the streets around him, noting the common traffic of demons. For some reason, now everything seems a bit calmer. Perhaps it's related to the increase in demons resembling Blitz, something curious.
And it wasn't the only thing that sparked his curiosity now that he thought about it...
"Are... Many religious people end up in hell?" The young white-haired man asks with doubt, presupposing the answer beforehand. Still, this is just curiosity; he doesn't care much about what each sinner did in life.
...
Blitz remains still for a few seconds, making Isaac doubt if he perhaps asked something he shouldn't have. The doubt turns into clear confusion when he sees the demon ahead start to twist as his body contracts, and...
"Pfft-" The imp's hands try to cover his mouth to prevent himself from laughing, a feat he seems incapable of achieving. He uses every part of his body not to roll on the floor in laughter at the thought of the faces of religious people when they first arrive in hell.
"Cough, Sa-tan, you don't know the number of religious people that end up in this place. You have to see the beautiful look of agony they put on when their egocentrism is shattered, and they realize they're no different from the shit they hated in life..." His face showed more delight with each word he uttered, accompanied by a laugh that indicated the sincerity with which he spoke, finding incredible satisfaction in this kind of suffering.
...
"Uhh, you're not into that, absolutely out of that, yep..." Blitz quickly turned around and kept walking, feeling a bit uncomfortable for potentially having insulted his savior. But maybe that'll make him back off... Or kill him.
A couple of steps quickened the pace, with a touch of discomfort. He should have chosen his words more carefully, but another couple of simple steps did not continue. While he was already reproaching himself for not measuring his words and preparing the blandest apology that could exist, simply because he didn't know if he'd be able to make it back to I.M.P. in one piece, he was forced to shut up once he turned around.
For the first time since he encountered this peculiar person, his smile had almost faded, and his eyes no longer had that spark they had from the very beginning. Now they seemed empty, as if they were out of themselves. The same eyes that seemed to be expectantly watching for a response.
"How... common are religious fanatics?" Even his voice had shifted from the once calm tone, sounding involuntarily more lifeless. Although his eyes remained as empty as before, something seemed to rise in the depths of the golden pool those pupils displayed.
"Uhh, quite? Actually, most of them are." He explicitly avoided mentioning that he particularly enjoyed mocking that group of religious people, only to be met with eyes that seemed happy to hear that news, contrasting significantly with the personality Isaac appeared to have.
"That's... Heh, great, it really is, thanks." Isaac closed his eyes and sighed reassuringly, digesting something he didn't think would affect him so much.
Meanwhile, Blitz looked at the sinner in front of him and refrained from throwing a fit when he realized that this group of people seemed to have affected him, leaving him pensive with this information consequently. In simple terms, the individual in front of him got philosophical with himself on the streets of literally the worst place in collective existence.
...
Blitz rolled his eyes and snorted with annoyance. He could take advantage of this opportunity to escape, but among all the crap that could exist in this place, at least this trash bag smelled the best. As an extra, it didn't seem to be in bad condition, unlike himself, who was a damn mess of shit
Isaac looked at the putrid ground of hell, trying to grasp onto something concrete and avoid plunging completely into his thoughts as he had done before. He didn't want to wish ill upon anyone, he never would have, but "would have" is in the past.
He just smiled, regardless of the fact that the reason for that smile was others' suffering. He couldn't help but feel a strange satisfaction knowing that those who ruined his life and the lives of so many were probably suffering eternally...
It was just... great. His life, just like his death, may not have a remedy, but they are not irrelevant facts. It may not be now, and perhaps not tomorrow, but just like his, all deaths are an eventuality. The day they die, they will suffer for their actions, the same way they made so many people suffer, the same way his family suffered because of them.
And not just them, but all those who think they can gain something by victimizing innocent people. At the end of their days, the moment they die, karma will take its toll, and they will be condemned to the same suffering they inflicted on so many.
...
Uh, it's quite satisfying to know that.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU LOOKING AT, HUH? WOULD YOU LIKE ME TO LOOK AT YOU LIKE THAT WHILE YOU'RE SCREWING SOMEONE? BECAUSE I WOULD." Isaac shook his head to regain a bit of consciousness after getting lost in his thoughts. Only to look to the side and see the imp pointing a gun at the head of another demon who had been staring at them, who got scared and ran away when Blitz got distracted to pay attention.
"Hey, kid, you done there? I don't want to pull you out of all that mental chatter you're having and all that, but we gotta keep moving, hell, you remember? If it makes you feel better, next time I come across a religious fanatic, I'll kill them, just for you." The horse lover (not in that way, I hope) started moving again, signaling for Isaac to follow, determined to stick close to the person who basically had a weapon to immobilize demons.
"Of course," Isaac spoke as he began to pick up the pace with Blitz, leaving a slightly forced smile as he didn't know if he was serious or not, trying to overlook the last words spoken by the demon in any case.
The group seemed to move calmly, except for the times when they were forced to run when something happened that didn't concern them, usually related to gunfire or explosions. And it's in those moments when Isaac noticed how Blitz stared at him, always nervously focusing ahead when he seemed to realize his actions.
Until he realized what he was looking for when the demon's ears twitched in an involuntary tic, a fact that occurred every time the chain on his wrist jingled.
It took a few seconds to understand what he wanted and another couple to recall the rules of hell and what kind of behaviors exist in this place. The fact that even asking a demon what weapons he has probably already counts as a death sentence.
...
"Just in time". Blitz stopped completely and then turned around to get Isaac's attention and show him something while having a smile.
"Uhmm." The white-haired guy's mouth stayed open for a few seconds, then snapped shut without saying anything. Not like he could say anything in this situation anyway.
In front of him, or rather, leaning against the sidewalk wall, was a person, or rather a body. Among all the things he found in this place, it wouldn't be anything unusual, if not for the fact that their stomach was open with organs sprawled all over the ground.
...
"Is it... a corpse?" Or so he hopes. He might be delirious, but he thinks he saw some of their fingers move. He even thinks he can hear heavy breathing despite their "chest," if you can call it that now that it's a mess of organs, not moving.
It's not the first time he's seen something so grotesque and visceral, but he can't help but look at the body a bit saddened. Maybe they deserved it, most likely they did, but that doesn't rule out the possibility that just like that body, it could be the body of anyone he'll meet from now on.
"Ugh, I know, Sherlock. You act really smart for someone who died. Half of this place is dead, and they'll keep dying even after death. But, what do you think is special about this piece of shit?" Blitz kicked the corpse as he spoke, spreading its organs even more, which didn't even look human.
"That it has the stomach open in the shape of a cross...?" Isaac asked with doubt as he inspected the corpse for any detail he might have missed. He didn't notice anything strange, except for the black tuxedo the body was wearing.
"For Satan's sake... it's so damn simple! Hell is full of bastards looking for any opportunity to make you suffer, you know, sadists and all that shit. Sinners are the trickiest to deal with; some are even stronger than hellborns despite being newcomers," Blitz moved forward, ignoring the body leaning against the wall, with Isaac following him, not taking his eyes off the corpse as they walked away.
"I'm sorry... but I can't understand you," Isaac's voice sounded more muted as they distanced themselves from the corpse. Now that he looked closely, he realized they weren't so rare to find on the street, something he hadn't noticed before and would prefer not to have discovered.
"Ugh, basically, avoid fighting in general, and especially if it's a sinner. You don't know what shit they can pull out of their ass at any moment," Blitz spoke annoyed, as if it were common sense.
But for Isaac, it simply wasn't. He figured this is living in hell, getting used to blood, death, that any day you could just be killed, if you don't kill yourself first. Did he even have the right to compare his life to this place?
It was something to think about, but not the main topic of that conversation. "And... how do you know the cause of death for this guy?" He never mentioned it, but Isaac thought Blitz seemed too convinced for it to be a guess.
"I was present at the fight. It happened this morning while I was collecting a debt," by the way, A DEBT I STILL INTEND TO COLLECT.
"Why... why didn't you just start with that?" Isaac sounded a bit annoyed. Blitz's actions seemed more like a joke than anything else; it's not that it bothered him, he just didn't understand it yet.
"Gaining time to avoid going back to I.M.P," Blitz muttered irritably as he thought about how he would discuss the missing payment with his employees when he returned to the company.
Unfortunately for Blitz, Isaac's ears had also improved, allowing him to hear his slip, prompting him to ask a genuinely curious question, "What?"
Blitz's eyes widened when he realized he had been heard. There wouldn't be an issue introducing his business to a potential client in the future, except that he got the morally cleanest sinner who seemed to know his business! And one who had a clear advantage over him. It was also unnecessary to know that there had been previous attempts to stop I.M.P because of individuals who believed they were "justice heroes," or some similar nonsense.
"Obviously, to see if you were smart enough to understand what I'm talking about. Do you doubt my educational capabilities? You witnessed how I blew up an entire alley to get rid of a group of demons!" The demon's arms crossed as he averted his gaze indignantly, trying to divert attention from the slip he made.
'And I also witnessed how you almost got hanged to death after being ejected from a building,' thought Isaac, who just sighed tiredly as he kept his gaze fixed on the demon in front of him.
Isaac gave the demon an unperturbed look for a few seconds, while the demon glanced at him sideways, waiting for his reaction. An annoyed sigh was all it took to decide that he would ignore whatever I.M.P meant and play along, all for his well-being, evidently psychological.
"I apologize for doubting your methods... Professor Blitz?" Isaac spoke somewhat unsurely, in his best attempt to emulate some elegant words he remembered from the few regular movies he had seen. "Could you continue with your lesson?"
"Master Blitz, for you, my dearest and retarded student!" The demon straightened up as he spoke, approaching to stand face to face with Isaac, raising his index finger to poke him in the chest, jabbing it while scolding him.
Turning around, Blitz adopted a more haughty attitude as he continued walking, even straightening up more to maintain his instructor role. Strangely, his tail fluttered with enthusiasm.
"Let me illustrate with the sinner from before, the one who spanked a female sinner, assumed he was stronger than her, and underestimated her, thinking he could do whatever he pleased with any demon lower than him. But this is hell, and size isn't everything!" The demon's shoulders shrugged as he pointed to the sky with his index finger.
Then lowering it until it aimed at his crotch, 'Unless you're me,' he whispered the last part to himself with a mischievous smile, continuing with his words.
"And in less than a second, BAM!" Blitz stretched his arms to the sides while shouting the last part, trying to emphasize his words.
"The guy ended up half dead on the sidewalk with his stomach open. Honestly, I didn't even see how he did it; I was too busy running. Unlike you, I am smart," the demon poked Isaac's nose, snapping him out of his daze from being absorbed in Blitz's words. He realized the demon had already started walking without him, forcing him to run a bit to catch up.
Isaac was only hearing praises for himself from the demon, which made him roll his eyes involuntarily at the demon's egocentric attitude. However, after a few seconds, he smiled, realizing that despite his personality, Blitz was quite charismatic.
"The point? Be careful with what you face in this place. Everything is too messed up and unexpected. Besides, you are an example of that!" The demon laughed while looking at Isaac's attire; it didn't look bad, it could even be said that it looked good, but it also seemed too "pure" for what he could do with those chains.
"You look so weak that I'm sure some demon will try to attack you at some point, and in the end, they'll end up fleeing like a useless one, ha!" Blitz just smiled with satisfaction, imagining how that chain would look in action. Everyone can understand the use of something just by looking at it, but action is the best part.
Isaac averted his gaze with embarrassment, unsure whether to tell his companion what had happened in the first 15 minutes after arriving in hell. He chose not to address the issue for the time being, as if waiting for a silence that could ease the uncomfortable situation.
Beyond that initial encounter, several doubts converged in Isaac's mind. The derogatory way Blitz spoke about sinners and "hellborns" aroused his curiosity.
"So... are you a sinner too?" Despite the question, Isaac's eyes weren't fixed on the demon walking a few steps away. His gaze was lost in the hellish landscape, his hands slowly intertwined as he inhaled the scent of hell. He noticed a radical change from 'decay and misery' to 'blood,' a clear improvement for him, and something he never thought he would say in his life.
'The land of suffering' didn't fit with what he thought of this place. It was strange and curious at the same time, watching how the architecture of places changed, even the atmosphere. Violence was constant, but even that varied. Rarely did he find relatively quiet streets, with demons busy with their chores or conversing about trivial matters. There were too many things he would like to know, like the "pain Olympics" or rumors about problems in some hierarchy, things that piqued his interest.
In contrast, Blitz looked at him annoyedly while answering the previous question. A laughter without grace came from the demon, getting closer than Isaac would have liked.
"HA, never in your death say something as stupid as that again, but nope, I'm a hellborn. I was born and will die in hell, but that doesn't mean I refrain from killing the living on the surface." Isaac stepped back a bit from Blitz's proximity, wondering if the demon was speaking seriously or just spouting nonsensical words.
Feeling that this was indeed relevant information, he was about to ask what Blitz meant by that, but he was interrupted by a frustrated growl from Blitz. The imp buried his hands in his face and then slid them up to his horns, pushing them back to thrust his body forward, once again facing Isaac.
'I'm not having another nosy bastard like Moxxie in my life,' the imp's hands grabbed the shoulders of the sinner in front of him, maintaining an expression of annoyance directed at poor Isaac, who didn't understand what was happening.
"Listen well, I'm not repeating all this shit more than once." They made a brief stop where they were. Blitz sighed, using his 500 IQ to review all the important crap he had learned about hell throughout his life and prepared to introduce all this knowledge to Isaac, whether he liked it or not.
"Hell is divided into 7 rings, each representing a deadly sin. All the assholes who die in 'life' end up in this dumpster, like those of your kind, specifically in the pride ring, which is this shit place." The imp's arms stretched out, spinning on his heels in a stupid way to complete a full turn, ending by pointing at the sinner in front of him.
"Got it?" Isaac nodded, trying to remember everything he said to analyze later. He doubted he had time to think about every word coming out of the demon at that moment, but at least the interpretation of the 7 rings he heard seemed correct.
"In hell, there are two main species, sinners, and hellborns. Sinners are what their damn name means, and the same goes for those born in hell, whether they are damn plants or a species like me." The imp's fingers pointed to themselves as they spoke, making Isaac's eyes widen in realization, understanding much better the words Blitz had said earlier.
"Imps are the lowest class. Then there are ehe whores of the succubi and incubi. On the other hand, there are hell's pets, or better said, hellhounds, and so on with all the crap you can find." Blitz kept talking, and as his mouth moved, so did his index finger, pointing to different people on the street.
Blitz's words made sense in relation to what Isaac saw, although he had some doubts. It seemed strange that all imps were completely different from Blitz, being smaller, and some even seemed to be down to the bones. Then he saw what literally looked like a werewolf from some movie, ending with some succubi. How did he know they were Succubi? The fact that they were dancing in a window of an establishment gave him a clue.
"Oh, right, sinners have a 'pseudo-immortality.', tsk, It wasn't enough that they are damn tough to face, but they also made those bastards immortal, well, unless you have an angelic weapon, which as its name suggests, is freaking angelic." Blitz resumed his walk, making his frustration clear with the current situation as he kicked a vagabond lying on the sidewalk.
Isaac apologized to the vagabond as he followed Blitz, undisturbed by his actions, preferring to focus on something that didn't seem to make sense. "Didn't... we find a corpse? I'm pretty sure that one looked like a sinner."
"I said 'pseudo-immortality'; they can die, but they come back. However, be prepared to suffer if you're stupid enough to die a second time. They say that shit is one of the most painful things a being could experience in this place." While Blitz tried to think of any other information to provide, Isaac took the opportunity to digest the information.
The part about mortality didn't affect him as much; anyway, it wouldn't be his second death. He was more interested in the fact that sinners could simply return after death, unless one of those "angelic weapons" was used. However, the same was never mentioned regarding imps and other species.
It's not uncommon for people to die in this place; I've been seeing that quite a bit in the last few hours. It's just... he doesn't know what to think about the fact that the people he's going to meet have to be sinners for him not to stop seeing them from one day to the next. Moreover, the sinners he encountered are not "necessarily" pleasant.
"OH, and I almost forgot, due to 'a shit-ton of people dying,' every 365 days, there's a massive extermination throughout hell. You'll probably kick the bucket before reaching that day anyway, so you can relax, at least for now. Remember the angelic weapons? Well, your task is to guess who the hell they take them from." Blitz finished talking and kept moving as if it was the most normal thing in hell.
On the other hand, Isaac expected to feel anything upon hearing that news, but as Blitz said, he took it, sounding like a "I'll die before that happens" problem at this point. Getting to the extermination day seems more complicated than the catastrophe itself.
While they were settled in their place, the imp took Isaac's Jaw and pointed it to the side, his gaze fixed on a window.
"All these counters mark the day of extermination, and this shit is all over the damn place!" Isaac stared at it; it was a counter with three digits, apparently burnt, so the exact numbers couldn't be seen. But this wasn't the only one. Blitz's hands moved his head several times, pointing at different counters all the time. There was even one with succubus decorations dancing around it.
"And that would be all I can give you for the first lesson of 'hell and shit.' It's time to move on!, ugh, No wonder the owl complains so much after our sessions." Isaac looked strangely at how Blitz checked himself from the waist down while muttering things about owls and stakes, grimacing in pain as he mumbled, 'at least it doesn't hurt as much as angelic wax.'
Hell, obviously, where the hell do you think an aside could end? We haven't even reached the first chapter! — Isaac and Blitz
Isaac's golden pupils stared intently at the imp walking ahead of him. Blitz seemed to be humming a song that he couldn't recognize; not that he had much knowledge of humming. Nevertheless, it sounded strangely cheerful for someone like Blitz.
As this was the only interesting thing that had happened in the last few minutes, the simple "endless walking" was becoming a bit dull. Fortunately, he had been talking the entire time with Blitz; otherwise, he would have realized that they had been walking aimlessly for the past hour.
Isaac's face slid slowly to the side, glancing at the other street, where the sequence he witnessed when he arrived in hell was repeating: a place explodes, people enter to loot, and it explodes again, dragging surrounding businesses into the fire. There were also constant robberies and...
"HEY." Isaac's ears retracted upon hearing a shout, puzzled to be the only sound he could distinguish from all the chaos around him. He glanced back only to see a demon running in his direction, on the verge of alerting Blitz, but...
The air seemed to have been cut like a whistle. He felt he caught the reflection of something.
*thump*
The body fell to the ground; a spear pierced its stomach, and screams of agony emanated from the mouth of what seemed to be a sinner. A figure walked slowly behind; the body tried to crawl, and it succeeded, reaching its feet, begging for help. Isaac just stared at it without reacting, unable to do so anyway.
Only for a foot to slam its head onto the pavement, and the perpetrator of the attack looked at him; black pupils accompanied by an entirely gray aesthetic made contact with a golden pool and a whitish body. Isaac decided that the growl the woman who looked like a moth gave was enough to say that this was not his business.
He quickly realized that Blitz's whistle was getting quieter, turning around and seeing him walk away without him. Isaac caught up quickly, unable to avoid hearing the words of that woman telling the man lying on the ground as she slowly pulled the spear from his back: "If you grab his ass again..."
This was all he managed to hear before all the other noises of the streets and their distance drowned out the voices lost in the cries of agony. Isaac only assumed that this was like any other interaction in hell: you get involved in something that's not your concern, and they'll make you remember why you're here.
...
Isaac had many qualities that were respectable, even admirable—his incredible imagination, tenacity, perseverance, and, upon closer inspection, he was quite intelligent. Well, "was" before he became even more "intelligent" or perceptive, whatever you may call having your mind remodeled for survival.
But one thing he clearly lacked was the ability to socialize properly, whether in life or in death; he just didn't know how to do it. Introverted? It didn't fit. In the past, other kids used to bully him, so he simply didn't talk to anyone and stayed with his toys. And now, well, it's hell, and as far as he's concerned, in the less than 2 hours he has been in this place,
he has been mugged, unintentionally humiliated his mugger, got paid not to mug the guy who made money at his expense, saved a demon, whom he followed for most of the time he's been in this place, and is pretty sure he was an accomplice to the death of a group of demons. Sinners can revive, but he doubts that the other types of demons survive an explosion of that caliber, not to mention half a building collapsing on them, and not to mention the more than 40 times that something remarkable happened, whether it was robberies or attempted murders around him.
...
A melodramatic angel with a taste for theatricality also falls into the list of things?...
So he'll just do what he used to do with the guys from his class when he needed something, quickly thinking about his options and realizing the only thing that might work in this case. Isaac swiftly ran and went from walking behind Blitz to moving in front of him, causing one of the imp's eyebrows to raise in curiosity.
"Do you want to use this?" The white-haired guy caught the imp's attention as he quickly unscrewed the chain from his wrist and tossed it, caught on pure instinct.
The imp's eyes shifted from the hanging chain to the sinner in front of him, a cycle that repeated for a few seconds before he groaned, dug his nails into his face, and tore it off while screaming. Not deep enough to cause harm, but sufficient to remind him that he still has a hobbyhorse competition to attend, so suicide is not an option, wishing he had enough strength to resist the urge to kick the nearest baby stroller.
And unfortunately, his wish came true.
"Ugh, Are you stupid!? It's not a question; obviously, you are. You have poop in your brain! Poop!" Blitz started a rant while Isaac's smile only grew larger, further annoying the demon by feeling like he was being teased (yes, this is a joke), but unable to stop even for a moment to consider that everything he said was a waste of time.
"Didn't you hear a damn thing I just explained to you 10 minutes ago? DON'T, TRUST, ANY, DEMON! And that obviously applies to not giving them your damn weapons, imbecile!" Only aggression and frustration could be noticed in Blitz's words and behavior, amusing Isaac, who got a bit of a better sense of the kind of person Blitz was.
Was it stupid to give his weapon to a demon? Yes, but first, he had a connection with the chains, and second, common sense doesn't apply in this place. He easily could have died more than 100 times if it weren't for his companion in front, so anything to gain his trust faster could work.
The imp's eyes traveled from the chain to its countless owner, trying to show disinterest, as if he didn't care, but it was noticeable otherwise simply because he never made an effort to return the chain, giving up with a frustrated sigh, wishing he wasn't so messed up to wipe that shit-eating grin off Isaac's face.
"Okay, you got me, how the hell do you use these things?" The imp inspected the object in his hands until he took the simplest option and wrapped it around his wrist the same way it was arranged by the indecent one who doesn't listen to advice from complete strangers.
Isaac could feel "something," that being the best way to describe it, the same feeling he had when he used it before, and the same "nostalgic" feeling that comes with putting his tools to use, but for Blitz, Isaac just shrugged, pretending he didn't really know how the tool worked, responding with an annoyed snort as Blitz finished adjusting the chain on his wrist.
The fingers turned into guns as he aimed at the demons on the other side of the street, hastening his attempts so that no demon would suspect what was about to happen or try to interfere. His fingers pointed at various objects, discarding each one until he ended up focusing on what looked like a hellhound harassing another hellhound against a wall, which looked obviously uncomfortable as a pair of claws tore down the wall behind her.
'Hey, besides having a hellhound daughter, you also have to polish the member when you have a morally upright person by your side.'
*Pium* his mouth made a childish shooting sound, but it was answered by something more significant than a mere imaginary shot.
*Zzzzrrrrr*
The imp's pupils began to dilate as a smile began to emerge on his face. He could see how everyone stood still for a moment, feeling that beautiful adrenaline and excitement he considered something beautiful, similar to trying out a weapon for the first time.
Isaac focused too much on Blitz's position, giving him a raised eyebrow in confusion while he slowly felt that connection intensifying in his chest, turning his head so quickly that he let out a sound from his neck, watching as what he assumed was a hellhound was slowly caught by a chain, only for more and more chains to ensnare it.
The chains warped out of nothingness, emerging from black voids that had no beginning or end, only an unreal position, leaving a beautiful creaking sound in their wake, something that managed to alert the hellhound but was a late warning.
It was left in a state that could be likened to petrification, with chains keeping it fixed in place, preventing mobility, leaving it in that embarrassing position while the hellhound fled the scene quickly.
Despite not being able to move a muscle in its arms or legs, with a bit of effort, the hellhound could move its neck backward, locating the perpetrators of this situation and giving them the more calmly threatening "I'm going to devour you" look of a hellhound while growling like an enraged dog.
"As far as I'm concerned, this is your fault, you made me shoo-" its speech was interrupted by the sound of a creak and a chain snapping. The head of the pair moved slowly to one side, noting how this cycle repeated itself slowly but steadily with each chain.
"Just run," Isaac spoke to the imp while demonstrating what he had learned correctly, making Blitz proud of how quickly his student had grown. Isaac had managed to master and refine the perfect technique Blitz uses when in danger, and he hadn't even reached that part of the course yet.
Run like the fool you are.
Well, chapter finished, there were a couple of weird revisions; I appreciate the crazy guy for being a beta reader, if you want to be beta readers for the series, well, send a message on Discord.
Merry Christmas, and have a beautiful and happy New Year!
Fun Facts with As! (Story facts or future story ideas you might want to know, which may or may not be mentioned in the future, I don't know yet)
These data will be quick and may be updated; I usually write them while working on the chapters, but this is literally being written 15 minutes before the chapter is uploaded.
*Blitzo's behavior, he's tired, damn tired and worn out. He doesn't want to go back to the IMP because he doesn't have the money he was supposed to collect (for now), and he doesn't want to face his employees. Also, he clings to Isaac because of how volatile hell is. No matter how much he seems like a person, to Blitzo, Isaac could simply chain him in the air and slit his throat at any moment. He doesn't know if he's morally weird for hell or not, that's why his decisions are ambiguous. You continue and act as if you're going somewhere, at least until you come up with something.
*Isaac's behavior is strange, everything is for him, and sad. He starts feeling things he had never felt now that he is free from his mental (lack of understanding) and physical (being locked in the chest) bindings. But it's also exciting for him; I want to write it as if this is an extra for him. He has finished his reason to live, a second chance of this caliber is extra, there is no waste, every moment is seized, and his view of hell varies at times. At the beginning, he arrives curious, expecting the worst but ready to adapt, but in the end,
It was just worse than he expected. It would have been easier if all demons were 100% horrible with nothing good, but he found diversity. He found that he felt empathy for these beings, something that in the past would have been punishable just for thinking such a thing. Now he is free to do whatever he wants, and hastily decided to help Blitz, gaining a better understanding of hell thanks to him and making it clear that at this point, it's him or nothing (what's the difference between Blitz and the other demon who was pierced by you-know-who? Perception. With Blitz, he could see and analyze it from a distance and out of danger, with Miss Moth, well, you know how brutal it is)
*I feel Blitz has a very diverse attitude depending on the individual, oscillating between feelings of inferiority and superiority. But with Isaac, he simply takes him along because he's too hysterical and pumped up on adrenaline, lol.
*aiuda espitiru santo
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