Despite Blitzy's distracted mood, which sadly seemed to indicate that perhaps he had other reasons for inviting him out, Stolas was nevertheless having a marvelous time.

Not only because the venue was romantic. If a tad…forward in nature.

But also because this was perhaps the first proper date he had been on in since…well ever.

His pre-marital outings with Stella didn't really count since they had occurred under the supervision of both sides of their family. And after the wedding, his attempts to try and establish some sort of romantic connection had been done within the privacy of their home instead of a more public setting.

And since his other public outings with his beloved Imp had involved the presence of other interested parties, chiefly his daughter, his student, and the employees/family members of Blitzy's little company, the Demon Prince would not classify those delightful little get togethers as dates.

But this?

A high-class nightclub in the Rings of Lust?

THAT, he would consider not only a date, but THE date.

Or at least he would if Blitzo wasn't letting him do all the talking.

"Ummm. Lets see here. What do you think we should start off with Blitzy? White wine? Red wine? Or perhaps to celebrate the occasion, Champagne?"

While his words managed to illicit a reaction from his favorite Imp, it was still rather obvious that he was not the first thing on Blitzy's mind.

"Uhuh uhuh sure. Drinks sound great. Come on. Get your fat ass out the way."

Coughing rather nervously, Stolas tried once again to attract Blitzo's attention.

"Soooo, did anything exciting happen at work today?"

Luckily, his efforts were successful.

"Huh? Well, yeah. I mean, we killed a fuck ton of people."

"Oh how exciting! Is this something you normally encounter on a job?"

"Well….honestly it depends on the type of asshole we've been hired to take out. This one was the rich and eccentric type. The bastard had the cash to hire not only an entire army of body guards, but also have them cater to his bizarre lumberjack fetish. I mean, it made it easier to kill them cause none of them carried a gun. But we still had to watch our back since a chainsaw is still a deadly weapon."

Flashing the lightly boasting Imp a smile, Stolas played with the idea of mentioning how flexible one had to be in order to dodge that type of weaponry, if only because it gave him the opportunity to flirt with his darling Blitzy.

However, before he could even open his mouth to get a word in, another, somewhat familiar voice echoed throughout the dining room.

"Ladies and gentlemen! I see some sexy faces around here tonight! Welcome, welcome, to Ozzie's! Lust ring's number one place for all kinds of sick twisted fantasies. Put on display for all you 'Sleaze' and 'Sleazettes'. The gin joint of Asmodeus himself! C'mon, give him some LOVE!"

Despite being at perhaps the only table that wasn't loudly cheering, or even clapping at the announcement made by the cybernetic jester, Stolas's reaction to this news was somewhat different from that of Blitzo's.

"Did…did he just say Asmodeus?"

His Imp lover sadly did not hear the very audible hint of nervousness that was present in his voice. For after he shot a brief glare at the newly arrived performer, he had proceeded to hide his face behind a menu.

"Oh no fucking way. Not him!"

Though he knew some of Blitzo's past history with the demon's robotic counterpart, Stolas was uncertain as to why his favorite Imp was currently trying to remain unnoticed as the announcer continued his introduction.

"I am the one and only Fizzarolli! Some of you may recognize this dashing clown face from my numerous toy-botic replicas across the rings of Hell. Gloriously designed by the big man himself and ribbed for your pleasure tonight."

Shooting Blitzy a look of concern as he flinched at the sound of Fizzarolli's cybernetic arms, Stolas found his attention directed away from his nervous lover as the club's spotlight moved to the whims of it's announcer.

"We have a great lineup for you tonight! Standing at the bar, gulping down her drink with the type of flair that has inspired countless wet dreams, is Verosika Mayday!"

His eyes slightly narrowing at the famous Sucubus, for her status as Blitzy's former lover afforded her some form of jealous recognition, the four-eyed Goetia completely missed Fizzarolli's lament about the loss of his most productive animatronic counterpart.

Though his attention was recaptured by the announcement that this club allowed for the audience to participate in the entertainment.

"So, without wasting any more time, our little opening act is a fresh one! Coming at us is a little Imp from the Wrath Ring. Give it up for Moxxie!"

Politely clapping as Blitzy's least intimidating employee took the stage, Stolas had to admit that he found the Little One's voice to be somewhat charming.

It of course lacked the same sort of quality he possessed. And his lyrics, while both heartwarming and sweet were perhaps a touch out of place for a place that celebrated the more physical side of love rather than the emotional.

Still, considering how receptive the Little One's wife was being to this musical display of affection, he supposed that it didn't really matter.

Though that feeling quickly disappeared as the Imp's performance no longer became a solo act.

…

Cackling evilly as both he and his favorite underlining/lover finished adding to the pathetic Imp's love sonnet, the multi-faced personification of Lust wasted no time in putting the love sick loser in his place.

"You singing love songs in my lustful lounge?"

And as always Fizz was there to back him up.

"Ozzie's not the place for sentimental sounds."

Towering over the little pipsqueak, he moved to ask a question that every Demon with a hint of intelligence could answer.

"What you expect from a provider like us?"

The answer of course was easy.

"Your Demon host. Asmodeus! The embodiment of luuuussst."

Basking in the attention that his presence demanded, whether it was the admiration of the crowd or the fear of his latest 'project', Asmodeus moved forward with his performance.

Helpfully aided by Fizzaroli and his air trumpet playing.

"Give me a thrust! Yeah show me some lust. From the groin to the bust. In desire we trust. In the house of Asmodeus."

Dropping to the floor so he was at eye level with the Imp, the Rooster Demon allowed his tone to adopt a slight lecturing quality to it as he continued to mock the love-sick dumbass.

"Little Imp. You came here to sing your serenade? Perform your feelings on a velvet stage. Well, we got a sayings that's popular in these parts.

"Only little bitches strum the strings of their heart!"

Shooting Fizz an approving smirk for his lyrical additions, Asmodeus got back to it.

"You wanna hang around this lustful town? Knock off that lovey-dovey before I knock you around."

Of course his manhandling of the Imp caused his woman, a pretty little thing that made him wonder if the small fry was somewhat gifted below the belt, to stand up in protest.

But since he was in the midst of restoring the proper vibe to his club, he didn't really give a fuck.

"Here we sing about want and desire."

"Depravity! Savagery! Loins hotter than fire!"

Banishing his less valued employees with a wave, for even if the Baphomets were pleasing to look at their skills as on-stage entertainers were somewhat lacking, Asmodeus proceeded to once again get into the Imp's personal space.

"So give me a thrust! Show me some lust! From the groin to the bust! Little Imp you just must, in the House of Asmodeus!"

Now was time to really drive home the point that this club was about one thing and one thing only.

"Come on sing us a sooonggg! Make sure the subject is getting it on! Make it graphic and tactfully long."

"Be sure to rhyme thong and schlong."

"Go ahead your mic's on!"

Satisfied that he had successfully managed to convey just what sort of musical entertainment he expected to play in his club, Asmodeus allowed his smirk to gain just a touch of support to it as the Imp proceeded to belt out his hopefully improved song.

"I want to..."

"Yeah what do you want? Butt stuff? Piss play? Bondage?"

Shooting a quick look of approval at his underling, who would perhaps later get to experience at least two of those things once they had some time to themselves, the Rooster Demon felt his smirk morph into a frown of disgust as his advice went unheeded.

"To make gentle love to you."

At least the Imp had the decency to look somewhat ashamed for his pathetic lyric.

Not that it would save him from further humiliation.

"Ugh. What a limp dick Imp. Your really killing the vibe. Take a look at this dweeb and his unsatisfied bride."

Enjoying the look of shame that was currently being worn by the little one and his surprisingly supportive chicky, Asmodeus felt all of his eyes widen in surprise as one of his guests yelled out something that wasn't a mocking insult.

"Hey now! I've watched those two many times. And honestly, they make missionary look very exciting."

"Wha…Blitz!"

….

Despite there not being a single day where he didn't levy some sort of insult at his employee, there were some lines that Blitzo would never dare to cross.

He would dance dangerously close to it on several occasions of course.

Especially when he was certain that both Millie and the Kid were not in a position to slip a knive into his guts.

But to poke fun of the sickeningly wholesome relationship that existed between Moxxie and his manic pixie psycho?

He was an asshole.

But even he had standards.

Which sadly always managed to get him into the sort of trouble that he desperately tried to avoid.

Something that his former best friend knew all to well.

"Is that Blitzo? You here showing your face? Hey everybody! This guy's a total disgrace! Some nerve you have to comment on a relationship! Last I checked your love life's a pile of shit!"

Enduring Fizz's scorn with a depressed-looking glare, Blitzo felt his mood worsen as another unwanted reminder of his past love life decided to jump in on this special brand of Imp bashing.

"Oh Blitzo? I used to date him!"

Refusing to look at his no doubt smirking ex, for he knew that he would only make the situation worse as he did, the former circus performer could only grumble his feelings as Verosika provided a heavily biased account of their relationship.

"I'd stroke him I'd felliate him. But when it was my turn, he did no reciprocating!"

Hoping to avoid any further humiliation by refusing to defend himself from that sadly slightly truthful accusation, Blitzo quickly found his hopes dashed as the blonde succubus proceeded to knock him to the ground.

"A selfish Imp in the sheets. And just as bad in the streets! A selfish heartbreaking freeaak!"

Ok so maybe he could have put more effort into finding an appropriate way to end things with the currently glaring sex demon that didn't involve a public spectacle and leaving her in debt.

And perhaps also a less insult-riddled letter to explain why he had decided that they no longer worked as a couple.

But it wasn't as if he had much choice in the mat..

"Whose that at your table? Is your date a Demon Prince?"

…..

Though he was momentarily shocked at this discovery, Asmodeus's surprised expression quickly shifted into one of twisted glee as he released that this public humiliation had just been greatly enhanced.

"Stolas is that you?!"

"Are you sleeping with an Imp?!"

Letting out a slightly impressed woop as the Goetia's panicked expression answered that particularly dangerous question, the TYPE OF DEMON wasted no time in sauntering over to Stolas's table in order to offer his 'respect'.

"My dark lord, how the mighty do fall. You used to have a smoking wife, a kid you had it all. I hope you didn't give it up, so you and him could get it on."

Fighting the urge to cackle at the depressed expression that had come over Stolas's face after the conjured illusions of his wife and daughter turned their back on him, and ignoring the heartbroken expression that was currently being worn by the Imp, Asmodeus proceded to finish driving home the lesson that he had been trying to teach.

"You sold your life for a thrust! Now that's the spirit of luussst! Grab a groin or a bust. Prepare to get your head mussed. Pretend you don't see that crust. Hump til your junk turns to dust. In the House of Asmodeee.."

….

ANNNNND Stopping here

I do apologize for how short the chapter is, and perhaps leaving it before the actual episode is finished. But I pretty much covered everything I wanted to.

Next chapter will get back to Hogwarts, after another brief time skip…so I can finally begin wrapping up book 1, and address some of the hints I've dropped in for future development.

As always please review…no flames.

Til next time.