AN: Oh I've been waiting to do this one. Alright before we begin I would like to remind everyone that I came up with this entire series and backstory for Blitzo BEFORE episode 2 of Season 1 came out. So obviously there is going to be a LOT of canon derailment. Not that this series hasn't done that lol. Also, Fizzarolli wasn't originally in this backstory I had planned out since the character didn't exist at the time, but I was able to find a way to get him inside with a few quick adjustments.

But regardless please give your thoughts on the flashbacks as I am very interested in learning what you thought of them and what you are hoping to see more of in the future.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Helluva Boss or Hazbin Hotel.


The first thing that Blitzo did when he fully opened his eyes was scream. Mainly because he was falling into a pit of darkness where a very solid bottom waited for him at the end.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" Blitzo shouted in terror to the point he nearly wet his pants. He closed his eyes just as he was a few feet from impact until something grabbed his pants and jerked him back up. Feeling himself hanging from his belt, he slowly opened his eyes and saw that he was floating in the air. Turning his head up, he saw a sweating and sheepish Rachimel holding him. Needless to say, Blitzo was not pleased. "WHAT THE FUCK?!"

"Sorry! Sorry! Forgot you didn't have wings! I tested this with other Angels when I learned it! Forgot not all demons can fly! So sorry!" Rachimel apologized as he floated downward and let Blitzo land on his two feet.

Catching his breath, Blitzo took a few gasps of air before growling at the angel. "Great start, Doc! Thanks for nearly killing me!"

"You wouldn't have died," Rachimel pointed out as he landed next to Blitzo with a nervous smile. "Nothing in your soul can kill you unless you want it to. You would have just woken up with the mother of all headaches."

Blitzo was about to yell again until he took in the sight of where he was. "This...This is my soul?"

Blitzo's eyes widened as he looked around and thought he was in space. His soul was as pitch black as night in all directions, with whisps of red and purple aurora mixing around like cosmic gasses in a nebula. Shiny orbs of various colors floated around and moved in multiple directions like satellites or stars in endless motion. Their platform was made of pure gray stone and extended into various pathways deeper into the darkness. I have to admit, I wasn't expecting my soul to look like this.

"Yup! It's not that different compared to how most souls look inside," Rachimel said with a relieved smile as he looked around. "So far, everything seems to be good. We actually got into your center quite easier than I expected. Stable platform. Access to memories. Your inner consciousness is wide and empty-"

"Is that a joke about me being stupid?" Blitzo demanded.

"No, it just means that there is a lot to work with. If your soul was crowded, that would be because of other factors, but they're not important right now," Rachimel answered before clapping his hands. "So, any questions so far?"

"Yeah, is it always going to look like this? 'Cause nothing seems to be wrong at the moment with my soul," Blitzo replied as he spread his arm around. Things seemed peaceful for the most part.

"Yes, this is how most souls look like. Only the truest masters of themselves can manipulate their souls to look different like a castle, a library, or something else," Rachimel answered. "Such a skill takes hundreds if not thousands of years to do. But all you have to do is focus on summoning your memories."

"My memories?" Blitzo asked before, suddenly, all the glowing orbs stopped. At once, they sped towards Blitzo and started making massive walls in front of him. They were so tall he could look up and not even see the top. "Woah! What just happened?"

"You subconscious was reacting to your wishes," Rachimel answered. "In your soul, you're practically a god. Anything you want or desire can be granted here. Within reason, of course."

"So if I wanted a milkshake?" Blitzo asked before noticing, out of nowhere and without blinking, a milkshake was in his hands. He slurped it up a bit before nodding in approval. "Huh. Nice. Let me think of something else too."

A large falling sound was heard as Rachimel looked around before looking back up, and his eyes widened before a large brick fell on his head and made him hit the ground face first. Blitzo smirked and continued to drink his milkshake while a moaning Rachimel slowly stood up. The Spirit Healer rubbed his head and shook it before asking, "Alright, I get it. I'll make sure you land on your two feet next time. Are we even now?"

"I was going for an anvil like in those cartoons, but a brick is good enough, I guess," Blitzo said as he finished his milkshake and tossed it away. "Surprised you're not bleeding."

"We angels are made of sterner stuff," Rachimel answered with pride.

"Right, so now what?"

"Now we should do a few test runs in accessing your memories," Rachimel said as he walked over to Blitzo and pointed to the entire multi-colored wall of orbs. "These are your memories that are all color-coded based on your emotional tie to them. White is happy. Blue is sad. Red is anger. You get the idea. We're going to start with happy memories or ones that are relatively pleasing to you. Just to test it out and get a feel for it. Everything you've ever done is here, even if you forgot about it."

"Wait, I can call upon all the times I've fucked?" Blitzo asked before the orbs began to separate back into floating around them save for a large cube the size of a destroyer-sized ship. The orbs made out of it were all pink colored while mixed with other colors such as white, blue, and yellow. "Huh. What about all the times I took a shit?"

Once again, the orbs began to change directions and place. This time there was an even larger skyscraper-like version of them that were all painted brown, with some having a few other mixed colors.

"Okay, this is fun," Blitzo said gleefully. "All the times I ever embarrassed Moxxie or made him look like an idiot!"

This time the orbs took the form of a medium size wall the size of a house and were glowing multiple times white. Blitzo frowned and crossed his arms. "That's it? I expected more."

"If we could move on," Rachimel coughed into his hand as Blitzo shrugged and let the orbs go free. "Like I said, we should focus on happy memories first. Think of something that would make you happy, and the memories centered around it will show up."

That was easy. Loona was the first thing that came to Blitzo's mind that made him happy. An entire wave of happy memories overwhelmed the two in an instant as Blitzo looked at each of them with a warm smile. There were a lot more than Blitzo expected, especially since she was only nineteen years old while Blitzo had lived to be almost a hundred. Knowing that she had such an impact on his happiness had made him nearly flutter with joy. I hope I've had just as much of a positive experience with her.

"Okay, so now what?" Blitzo asked Rachmiel.

"Now, you pick a memory and hold on to it. Afterward, the memory will do the rest," Rachmiel said as he nodded to the giant wave.

Shrugging, Blitzo decided to walk forward and just grab the first one he found. Rachimel placed his hand on his shoulder as the white orb that Blitzo held soon started to glow. It then jumped out of Blitzo's hand, separated itself by floating backward, and then warped itself into a portal similar to the ones he and his team used to get into the living world. Blitzo looked at Rachmiel, who smiled and nodded. Taking a deep breath, Blitzo slowly walked forward with the angel in tow as they entered the portal...


After reopening his eyes, Blitzo blinked and looked around to find himself in a place he never thought he'd see again. "My old apartment from twenty years ago?"

He hadn't remembered this little shithole in forever. This was back when he freelanced on his own and rarely stayed in it for long. They were currently in the living room, the black couch covered in blankets and pillows, while the coffee table had porno magazines, fast food wrappers, and the remote to an old 90's era TV that was currently off while a SNES could be seen on the side. There was a bookshelf, but it was covered in dusty books that hadn't seen the light of day. A weapons case filled with various guns and daggers (that was the only thing that looked clean), and the floor looked like it needed to be waxed.

"Was this a place you lived in?" Rachimel asked as he stood next to Blitzo, observing the area.

"Yeah, this was my apartment in the 80s and '90s," Blitzo said while walking over to his old boom box and noticing numerous CDs from bands both from Hell and Earth he used to listen to. "It was a good place for a while, but I had to move out of it to a newer and bigger apartment."

"Why?" Rachimel asked.

A large crash followed by a white streak dashing out of the kitchen interrupted them. It dived into the covers of the nearby couch. Seeing the figure moving made a warm and heartfelt smile appear on Blitzo's face as he chuckled. "That's why."

"Loona!" The two watched as a younger Blitzo, who didn't look that different save for shorter horns, rushed into the living room with a frustrated expression. He was wearing not his current era of clothing but a brown jacket with a white t-shirt that had "666" on it in blood red with imp horns over the letters. He was also wearing ripped black jeans but no shoes or socks on.

Younger Blitzo was stomping towards the couch when he pulled the blanket to reveal a baby puppy Loona looking at him with her tongue out and her red eyes fully wide. Baby Loona was wearing a black onesie with a red pentagram on it while she wagged her tail around and barked with happiness.

Sighing, Younger Blitzo shook his head and poked her head which made her giggle. "I thought I told you to stop making a mess in the kitchen. I don't care if you see a rat, spider, roach, or whatever. You need to stop chasing after them and knocking over everything."

Loona's response was to lick his face, which made him chuckle. "Okay, I'll take that as an apology."

Blitzo, the present one, chuckled along with his younger self as he crossed his arms and looked at his adopted daughter. "Ah, the good old days."

"Huh, she's quite nicer looking as a baby," Rachmiel muttered.

A corded phone rang as Younger Blitzo, carrying his baby hellhound, walked over to it and picked it up. "Blitz, Freelance Assassin. The 'O' is silence. Who do you need dead? Oh, hi Jackie. Are you still able to babysit Loona this Monday?" There was a moment of silence before Younger Blitzo growled. "What do you mean you have to cancel?! I have to take this important job! I...Ugh, fine! See if I help pay for your college tuition! I hope you fail!"

Slamming the phone down, Younger Blitzo grumbled as he looked at Loona, who was sucking her thumb. "Great, that's another job I have to turn down. I guess I will have to get that part-time job at the circus. At least they have a daycare for free."

Rubbing his forehead, Younger Blitzo then muttered. "Damnit, Blitz. You knew taking care of a baby was going to be hard. But you can pull yourself together, Blitz. You said you would do this, Blitz, so suck it up."

"Blitz."

"Hmm? Who said that?" Younger Blitzo asked, looking around.

"Blitz."

Younger Blitzo's eyes widened, and he slowly turned to the smiling puppy in his arm. She opened her mouth and pointed to her adopted father. "Blitz!"

"...Oh my Satan," Younger Blitzo whispered as he began to get water-eyed. Present Blitzo also started to cry with a big smile, while Rachmiel was torn between smiling at the scene and shivering from hearing the praising of the Dark One. "My name...your first word is my name..."

"Blitz! Blitz! Blitz!" Baby Loona shouted joyfully as her father hugged her and nuzzled her fuzzy face, which made her laugh.

"Oh! Loona! My little puppy! I love you! I love you!" Younger Blitzo cheered as he tossed his laughing daughter into the air, caught her, and twirled her around. "I'm your first word! I'm your first word! Woohoo!"


Suddenly, Blitzo and Rachmiel returned from where they started as the memory portal turned into an orb again and floated away. Blitzo, still smiling, held his chest as he closed his eyes with a single tear falling down his cheek. "That...that was nice."

"That was very cute," Rachmiel said with a big smile. "You were a good father to her."

"Thanks," Blitzo said before rubbing his eyes. "So, are we going to look at another one?"

"Yup. Pick anything that might make you happy," Rachmiel replied with a nod.

Rubbing his chin, Blitzo tried to think of something until he snapped his fingers. "How about a really good kill? One that made me smile?"

The orbs began to flee or arrange themselves, and soon there was a large amount of them that was big enough to fill a large house. Blitzo whispered and made a note to check some of these more often. "Damn, I knew I was good but not this good. You gonna be upset about this since you're an angel doctor and whatnot?"

"I was notified of your...profession," Rachmiel said hesitantly. "And while I do not approve of it, I understand that things are different here in Hell, so I am not going to judge."

Shrugging, Blitzo decided to pick the first one next to him. Like before, a portal opened up, and the two walked inside.


What Blitzo and Rachmiel were expecting to see on this end of the portal wasn't some warehouse near the outskirts of a city of Hell about a few miles from a large city with a giant red pentagram surrounding it. The town was in Hell's typical dark and demonic atmosphere and structure, but it was far from its modern skyscrapers and apartment complex areas. No, this one was similar in style to cities one would see in the Roaring 1920s of America.

"Where are we?" Rachmiel asked as he looked around.

"Pentagram City. The Outskirts District," Present Blitzo answered as nostalgia began to creep up inside him. "I used to live here in my young adulthood. Working for a crime syndicate."

"Does this place ring any specific memory?" Rachmiel asked.

"Not really," Present Blitzo muttered as it wasn't even close to some of the more memorable moments in his life at this point in time.

Their attention was soon directed to a group of figures sneaking close to a nearby wall. Moving closer, they saw it consisted of six figures all moving together as quietly as possible. Two were regular sinner demons, one looking like a cross between a purple-skinned human and a dog with canine ears and tail, marking him as a half-breed. The other had hair that covered most of his face save for three glowing red eyes, and his entire skin was dark blue with bat wings and devil horns. The biggest one of the bunch was an elephant-looking demon with black eyes and tusks, a muscled body, and four arms instead of two, like something out of a Hindu textbook. Another was a crow-looking demon dressed like a scarecrow, and finally, there was a green-skinned one-eyed tall being in a fedora and brown trench coat with slimy worms for hair. The only recognizable was the imp that accompanied them, a much younger Blitzo.

The Younger Blitzo, in this time, was dressed in a white shirt with a black and white vest and blue jeans with brown work boots. Unlike the previous Blitzo, this one looked much younger with some baby fat still in his cheeks and had none of his make-up on, which showed a large burn scar over his right eye. He led the group while carrying a Colt M1911 while the others all had Tommy Guns or Repeater Rifles save for the elephant demon, who had a double barrel shotgun.

Present Blitzo and Rachmiel moved closer to observe them coming to a halt behind a corner right next to a large red brick warehouse with a lone imp guard looking around with a bolt action rifle in his hands.

"See?" Younger Blitzo said as he grinned at the others. "Told ya this is where Cyther keeps his dough."

"Fine, ya were right. Doesn't mean I don't think yer anythin' less than an asshole,' ' The Half-Hellhound thug in a thick city accent replied as he walked over to Younger Blitzo and then pointed out the guard. "How 're we goin' ta get past him without alertin' da others inside?"

Younger Blitzo's response was to pull out a small throwing knife, aim, and throw it so fast it was a blur. The blade dug right into the guard's throat, which prevented him from saying anything more than a wet gurgle before he fell dead. Younger Blitzo smirked and asked, "That work for you, Buddy?"

"It's Bud, not Buddy," The Half-Hellhound growled before motioning the others to move up. Slowly they made their way to the warehouse entrance, which was just a large red door. Rachmiel and Present Blitzo followed them, and the latter decided to try something by trying to tap his younger self's shoulder, but it only phased through it.

"That won't work. Nothing here can interact with us, and we can't interact with them. We're like ghosts," Rachmiel stated.

"Well, let's check which suckers are going to get raided," Present Blitzo said as he rushed through the wall and, like a specter, phased through it and landed on the other side only to see nothing. "Huh?"

"You can only see what your own senses are remembering," Rachmiel said, poking his head out from the void and grabbing Present Blitzo from the shoulder to bring him back where he saw the scarecrow-looking bird lock picking the lock. "Anything beyond what you've seen or heard in a memory will just be a black void."

"Damn, I wanted to see the cool entrance from the victim's side," Present Blitzo muttered as he folded his arms and pouted like a child.

Once the lock was picked, Bud counted down from five and then nodded. The elephant demon kicked the door and started firing his double-barrel shotgun while the others moved in. Present Blitzo, rushing ahead, wanted to see what was going on and saw himself and the other gang members all shooting down a bunch of other demons who had been caught with their pants down. They had tried to duck for cover or grab their weapons, but they were too late, and each of them went down after being filled with lead and screaming in agony before going permanently silent. Once the last of them went down, everyone reloaded just in case and began to search for survivors. Younger Blitzo found a moaning imp and silenced him with a headshot, much to Rachmiel's disgust.

"Ugh, this is barbaric," Rachmiel moaned as he looked at the destruction.

"Eh, I've been in more bloody massacres," Present Blitzo said with a smirk.

"Found something!" The worm-haired demon said as he motioned to a nearby early 1920's style refrigerator.

"What? Lunch?" The elephant demon asked.

Rolling his eyes, the worm-haired demon pushed it aside, and there was a large entrance to a secret room with stashes of money inside, some smaller bags of jewelry, and a few folders. One or two accountant-looking demons were cowering in the corner, but they got blown away before they could even beg for mercy. Rachmiel looked even more disgusted at the lack of pity but stayed silent. Everyone walked inside, and Bud whistled about how much money there was. "Damn. 'Dis 's gonna piss off Cyther when we brin' 'dis back ta da boss. "

"Like I said, I knew what I was talking about," Younger Blitzo said as he walked towards a glaring Bud and smiled at him. "You really should think about trusting me more often. Zucco does."

"I don't know what ya did ta get Zucco ta think ya 're his new top bitch, imp," Bud poked Younger Blitzo in the chest and growled. "But I don't like ya. 'N if you're smart, you'll stay out of mah way. There 's only one number two in 'dis organization 'n it's me. Not a stupid circus imp like yerself. So know yer goddamn place."

"Well, this circus imp isn't stupid. In fact, he's actually quite smart 'cause he's got a lot all figured out," Younger Blitzo said as he folded his arms and rested his back near a table.

Bud narrowed his eyes and gripped his Repeater Rifle with frustration. "I also don't like yer fuckin' cocky attitude. Ever since you've joined us in da past four months, you've been makin' yerself look like some kind of big shot. All ya 're 's just jaw. Just because ya saved da boss's life once doesn't mean yer da new hot mama 'ere."

"Oh, does that mean you're the hot mama? Do you dream of sucking Zucco's cock whenever he's not around? 'Cause I doubt he'll want your two-inch dick,'' Younger Blitzo teased, which made Bud even madder. Clapping his hands, Younger Blitzo got up fully and walked over to Bud before looking up at him. "Let's cut to the chase, Buddy. You don't like me. Not just because I'm an imp, Zucco sees me as his new favorite fiend, and not because I'm from outside Pentagram City. But I'm a threat. A threat to you because you've had it so well being Zucco's number two guy that you get all the rights and privileges of that. Then I come in and get his attention faster than you ever did in the sixteen years you've spent trying to worm your way up to his good graces."

"It's Bud. Not Buddy," Bud growled as he glared down at the imp, who didn't look intimidated.

"Whatever, Buddy," Younger Blitzo said, twitching Bud's eye. "The point is you hate me so much that I figured you're already planning to kill me, right? So I've decided to kill you first."

"And just a few moments ago ya were callin' yerself smart," Bud snorted before pointing to the rest of the gang who soon appeared behind Bud. "Ya realize that ya just told all mah boys that ya were plannin' on rubbin' me out? Now we're goin' ta fill ya with lead before lettin' da fishes in da river 'ave their way with yer dead ass."

"Ah, you misunderstood, Buddy," Younger Blitzo said as he poked an annoyed Bud on the nose. "I'm going to kill you today. Now, as a matter of fact. Your life is going to end in this room."

"Any chance we can get some popcorn for this?" Present Blitzo asked, and a bowl of popcorn appeared in his hands with a pop. He started munching on it with glee as the scene continued.

"Oh? How 're ya goin' ta do that?" Bud asked, looking ready to laugh.

"Well, you see, when you're going to kill someone, you need to look for their weakness, and yours happens to be money," Younger Blitzo said as he swiped a few bucks off a table and waved it in Bud's face like it was a treat for the half-breed. "Do you want it, boy? Do you want it, boy? Fetch!"

Younger Blitzo tossed it and chuckled with Bud looking not amused before the imp cleared his throat. "Yeah, you're a greedy son of a bitch. You love money so much that you'll do anything to earn a few extra dollars. Including..." Younger Blitzo grinned and winked, "paying your boys a really lousy salary just to keep some extra dough to yourself."

At that moment, the elephant demon put Bud in a full nelson as the others all pointed their guns at their surprised former boss. "What da fuck?!"

"Sorry, Bud," The elephant demon replied with a chuckle. "Nothin' personal, but rent's goin' up. "

"Ohhh, now I remember this one!" Present Blitzo said with a chuckle as he tossed a few more kernels into his mouth before holding it over Rachmiel. "Want some?"

"Uh, no, thank you," Rachmiel said with a sigh.

Younger Blitzo pulled out a pocket knife and flipped it open while twirling it in his hands as he got closer to a struggling and scared-looking Bud. "A single increase in their pay was all it took to get all your men to turn on you. Lesson number one on being a boss, pay your employees well enough so they can afford a decent living and stay loyal to you. Otherwise, this shit happens. But it seems greedy fucks like you just can't seem to learn before it's too late."

With a quick jab, Younger Blitzo stabbed his knife into a shocked Bud, who screamed in pain. Younger Blitzo, with a look of pure pleasure, continued to stab Bud over and over despite his howling and screaming until his entire chest was filled with holes and blood red. Eventually, the damage was too much, and Bud whimpered a final time before closing his eyes and going limp. His tongue flopped out of his mouth, and once it was clear he was no longer living, Bud was dropped onto the ground in a pool of his own blood. Cleaning the knife, Younger Blitzo spat on the corpse and snorted, "Get the point now, Buddy?"

He then turned to the others and nodded. "Alright, remember the story. Buddy here went to check on a corpse. They weren't dead and got stabbed to death before we could save him. Let's get this money packed and return it to Zucco. I'll find a box or a bag to drag his dead furry ass back. Also, as thanks, feel free to keep a few bucks for yourselves.``

Younger Blitzo's new gang of boys all grinned and started obeying his orders while he walked out with a cigarette.


"Did you have to be so...stabby with him?" Rachmiel asked as Blitzo tossed away his popcorn.

"Hey, I don't tell you how to Praise The Lord, so you don't tell me how to kill," Blitzo pointed out before crossing his arms. "Now, let's look at another one."

"Alright, how about something from your childhood?" Rachmiel suggested as Blitzo froze and bit his lip.

"I...I haven't thought about my childhood in a long time...It's...painful," Blitzo replied while closing his eyes. Yet, when he opened them, a long line of white orbs was waiting for him, but some were in various colors. Curiously, he looked at a light blue ball mixed with white and pointed to it. "What's with the blue coloring?"

"That means it's both a sad and yet happy memory simultaneously," Rachmiel explained. "Not all memories are simply one type. Different moments can be mixed feelings or have started out as one feeling before becoming another. You won't know which unless you watch it."

Although a part of Blitzo didn't want to look at it—the fear of what he could uncover—a more significant part of him was too curious. Plus, he knew he would have to face his past sooner or later. Blitzo took the orb in his hand, taking a deep breath, which soon turned into a blueish-white portal. Blitzo shook as he tried to force his feet to move, only to feel a comforting hand on his shoulder. Looking up, he saw Rachmiel smiling warmly at him. "Hey, I'll be here with you all the way. You're not facing this alone, Blitz."

Nodding, Blitzo prepared himself and slowly stepped into it with the angel.


When the memory formed around them, Present Blitzo and Rachmiel saw they were inside a small yellow and red striped circus tent. It appeared to only be for storage as there were boxes full of clown items such as rubber noses, big shoes, colorful wigs, bowling pins, and other things. Trucks of colorful and bright uniforms could be seen scattered around with stage equipment like chairs, display platforms, and poles. Most of it was broken or junk, but it crowded the place. Present Blitzo nearly had a heart attack when he found himself half-phasing through a large target wheel but relaxed upon remembering what Rachmiel had said earlier about them being unable to physically interact with the memory environment.

There was no sign of anybody in the tent until the two heard the sound of a child crying. One that sounded very heartbroken. The two followed the sound of the sobbing until they both stopped upon seeing the source of it. The child was a tiny imp with familiar-looking horns and appeared around five or six in age. He was wearing a pink and frilly shirt with blue overalls that were stained with his warm tears. Tears that he couldn't stop as he sat on the grass, holding his knees close to his chest with his eyes closed in a vain attempt to control himself. Rachmiel's face was sympathetic, and if it wasn't for the fact that this was a memory, he would be hugging the young imp. Present Blitzo, however, looked at his child self with a mix of emotions that were swirling inside his chest.

There was surprise because he realized how much he had grown since his baby days.

Anger because the Child Blitzo before him was weak and pathetic.

Sorrow because of how often this was an occurrence in his past.

And most fear. A fear of seeing this past version of himself tearing themselves inside and out.

Their focus was then distracted when the tent opened, and someone's voice echoed, "Blitzo?"

Turning to their left, Present Blitzo gasped upon seeing someone he hadn't seen in a long time except for that horrible time with the Nightmare Parasite. Despite his thin frame, a mountain of an imp with thick muscles and a long and robust thick tail walked in front of the sobbing Child Blitzo, looking up with a whimper. The adult imp had black and white horns shaped like a bull with white hair combed behind him and a white goatee. He wore a set of blue overalls and brown pants, yet no shirt was on his body to hide the various scars on his chest. His eyes were stern, and the glare he was giving only made Child Blitzo squirm.

"Who is that?" Rachmiel asked.

"...My father," Present Blitzo whispered before returning to being silent.

"...I'm sorry, Papa," Child Blitzo whispered as he lowered his head and rubbed his eyes. "I'm...I'm sorry for crying...like a baby...again..."

Sighing, Blitzo's Father crossed his arms. "Do you mind telling me what happened? And what does it have to do with your sister and Fizzarolli beating the stuffing out of Jojo's kid?"

"...Bobo said that the reason Mama is dead is that I killed her," Child Blitzo said, which made his father tense up as Present Blitzo winced while Rachmiel looked at him with surprise.

Seeing the angel look at him, Present Blitzo turned away and scoffed. "She died giving birth to me, okay?! She wasn't expecting twins, and when I got out...I caused a complication, and she...died soon after..."

"Oh..." Rachmiel whispered with horror. "I'm...I'm so sorry..."

"Whatever," Present Blitzo muttered.

Blitzo's Father stood there for a while before sighing. He sat next to his son before putting an arm around him. This surprised both Blitzos as their father's face relaxed for a moment before shaking his head. "If he said that, then Bobo's lucky I wasn't there, or I would have smacked him in the face."

"Papa?" Child Blitzo asked as he looked his father eye to eye.

"Blitzo, listen to me. You are not responsible for your mother's death. Shit happens sometimes, and we have to do with what life gives us," Blitzo's Father started with a saddened tone to his voice. "I miss her too. Satan, I wish Barbie and you could have met her longer than those short moments she had you in her arms. But in that short amount of time, she loved you both. She had no regrets about giving birth to either of you and was proud to have you both. Even as the life drained from her, she continued to hum and sing to you both until she died. Don't let anyone tell you that you killed her because you didn't. Remember that she was willing to do whatever it took for you to come into this existence of ours. So honor that memory by being a strong imp. Not a crybaby. Got it?"

Sniffing, Child Blitzo rubbed his eyes and smiled with a nod. "Yes, Papa." He then frowned. "But is Barbie Wire or Fizzy going to be trouble?"

"No, they won't," Blitzo's Father stated as he got up while helping his son get to his two feet. "Your sister won't be in trouble, and I'll convince Fizzarolli's parents to let him off without any punishment. Do you know why? Because your sister followed the most important rule."

"What's that?" Child Blitzo asked, tilting his head.

"You never give up on family," Blitzo's Father answered with a soft smile. "Family is the most important thing in this universe, Blitzo. Be it of your blood, such as Tillie, Barbie Wire, or myself, or with friends you care about like Fizzarolli. Family is always there for you, and you must always be there for the family. Because this world is cruel, especially to imps. Only an idiot thinks that they can get by in this harsh existence without anyone by their side. But with family? You can achieve anything. You must always be there for them, even in the darkest or worst times. Never give up on them no matter how far they fall and how much they might hate you. Because this circus is a family. We've managed to last generations together because we've seen each other as such."

Blitzo's Father then picked up his son and held him on his shoulder. "Someday, you will have a family of your own. So you must always be there for them. And if you are honest and strong, they will be there for you. So never give up on family, son. That's the most important thing you should live by in life."

Child Blitzo smiled and saluted. "Got it, Papa!"

"Good, now let's go back to our coach. Your big sister's got dinner warming up," Blitzo's Father said as the two made their way towards the tent's entrance just as the memory ended.


Rachmiel stood there in stunned silence as he felt he had seen something he had only expected to find outside Hell. Hearing a demon say such a moving and loving virtue, such as taking care of his family, had almost sounded like something you would listen to in Heaven. And yet, an imp said something so virtuous that I know a few angels would just be flabbergasted to hear it.

The Spirit Healer smiled and felt his heart soar. He knew he made the right choice in doing this. His brother was wrong. There were good demons in this realm. Turning to Blitzo, he found the imp silently staring at the orb with wide eyes and a trembling mouth. Sensing he was in various emotional states, Rachmiel put his hand on his shoulder. "Are you okay?"

"I...I...I..." Blitzo rubbed his face and took a deep breath. "I...almost forgot about that...I mean, I knew Dad always went about family and such...but...It was nice to see him again..."

Rachmiel smiled and nodded. "He sounded like a good man."

"...Yeah," Blitzo whispered with a warm smile. "We had issues, and he was a tough father...but he loved us. All three of us."

He then frowned and felt anger roaring in his heart as he remembered the fate of his father and his siblings. His family, which he had loved and promised to protect, had been taken from him. And he was too weak to do anything about it.

Rachmiel could see the stirring of the emotions inside of Blitzo and was about to say something when he noticed the orbs changing again, mixing around and going in and out at various levels. However, narrowing his eyes, he saw something standing out from the multiple colors, and his eyes widened.

Raising his arms, Rachmiel shouted, "There you are! Gotcha!"

In an instant, all the orbs froze save for one that zoomed right in front of the two. Blitzo reared in disgust and fear as the orb before them was unlike anything he had seen. It was pitch black, but it looked to be completely sick. Green pus wrapped around it, and veins of toxic-looking liquid swirled into the orb's center while giving off feelings of malice, hate, and loathing. Whispers were coming from it as Blitzo felt his skin turning pale while familiar sentiments from that day echoed in his mind.

"YOU LET US DIE!"

"BLITZO, HELP ME!"

"PATHETIC!"

"THEY ALL DIED BECAUSE OF YOU!"

"I LOVED YOU! HOW COULD YOU JUST LEAVE ME LIKE THIS!"

"No, no, no! Stop! Stop it!" Blitzo cried as he covered his ears.

"Hold on!" Rachmiel shouted before he quickly muttered a few words, and soon a golden bubble appeared outside the orb, making the voices go silent. "Sorry, I think we found one of the memories we're looking for."

"What...What the fuck is that?!" Blitzo shouted, looking at the orb like a bomb ready to go off.

"This is one of the memories that the Nightmare Parasite used to make you suffer," Rachmiel explained as he looked on in disgust. "It's corrupted. Poisoned with the sinister eldritch magic driving you into your current emotional turmoil state. I'm guessing you heard voices? That's the memory's pain amplified into your soul and causes you to suffer."

Closing his eyes, Rachmiel raised his palm, and it began to glow a white, bluish aura while waving toward the corrupted orb. "From what I can sense, there are three more similar auras of this orb in your soul. We have four main memories to focus on confronting to fully heal you."

"You want me to confront that?!" Blitzo shouted while pointing at it.

"Not now, and not right away. The first thing we have to do is have you go through the memories that this one is connected to see the events that lead up to you, gather the necessary knowledge to create the simulacra for you to confront it, and prepare you mentally for the challenge." Rachmiel waved his arm again. More orbs began appearing, and soon they began to place themselves while white-wispy lines connected them into a web-like pattern with the corrupted sphere in the center. "All these memories are key to view at first before we go into the main corrupted memory. Each of them is connected to it. Once we have viewed enough of them, then you'll need to see the horrible memory."

Turning to Blitzo with sympathetic eyes, Rachmiel asked, "This isn't going to be easy, but I promise you we will succeed."

Blitzo took a deep breath and nodded. "Okay...at least we got a game plan..." He then poked his fingers. "Can we go back now? To the real world? I think I'm done for the day."

"I believe we've done enough as well. Let's head back," Rachmiel said as he soon snapped his fingers, and all went white.


Gasping, Blitzo sat up and felt like he had just woken up from a dream. He was a bit dazed before shaking his head and getting up with the aid of Rachmiel, who smiled at him. "How do you feel?"

"Like I just had a long nap," Blitzo answered. "How long were we in my soul?"

"About an hour and a half," Rachmiel said pleasedly. "Everything went perfectly. There doesn't appear to be any side effects from our travel, and we have a connection that we can use without issue."

"Save for the falling part," Blitzo pointed out.

"Which we will avoid again. I promise." Rachmiel then turned to the double doors. "Hey, everyone?! You can come in now! We're done!"

The doors opened in practically a split second as Loona, Moxie, Millie, Stolas, and Octavia nearly crowded Blitzo with wide eyes.

"Dad, are you okay?!"

"Sir, is everything good?!"

"You're still in one piece, Boss?!"

"Nothing went wrong, I hope, Blitzy?!"

"How did it feel?!"

"Hey, personal space here!" Blitzo shouted as everyone backed away. He then opened his mouth and paused. There was a brief moment when he was silent before saying. "Actually...I feel pretty good."

"Really?" Moxxie asked in surprise.

A smile slowly appeared on Blitzo's face as he nodded his head, looking relaxed. "Yeah...I...kinda feel pretty good. Hungry, but good."

"Small side effect of the ritual," Rachmiel said with a wave of his hand. "Sometimes, people who go through it feel hungry in the aftermath. I recommend a good meal."

"Well, then we'll have something nice to celebrate the success of this first attempt," Stolas said as he put his arm around his lover and guided him towards the doors. Everyone looked happy that Blitzo was okay as, one by one, they left.

Rachmiel watched with a smile of his own while feeling proud of his accomplishment. Everything had worked out better than he hoped, and now it was a matter of going forward. He was about to check some of the runes to ensure they were okay when he saw Loona coming back in. He gulped upon seeing her walk up to him and was preparing himself for another yelling when she stopped and stared at him.

Keeping his mouth shut, Rachmiel stood there before Loona closed her eyes. "Thank you."

"...Huh?" Rachmiel said in surprise.

"That smile Dad just had? It was a real one. Not the fake ones he sometimes uses, but the honest ones he rarely gives," Loona whispered while lowering his head. She hid behind her hair for a bit while looking at him with a softer look. "I...I haven't seen him look like that in a long time. But you did that."

"Well, I only helped. He's the one who deserves most of the credit," Rachmiel said, rubbing the back of his head while blushing. "He's a stronger imp than I thought. Not that I thought he was weak or anything!"

Loona snorted before sighing as she rolled her head back. "Fuck I hate doing this..." Rachmiel was about to ponder what she meant before she looked back at him and said, "I'm sorry."

"...Oh! Um, for what?" Rachmiel asked.

"For threatening you like that...and kinda being angry at you...I mean, it was an accident and all," Loona said before folding her arms and raising an eyebrow at him. "Besides, you look like the guy who's never even seen a naked woman outside medical textbooks or something."

"Why would I want to look at a naked woman for any other reason than studying her biology for medical reasons?" Rachmiel asked innocently.

"...Yeah, okay. You are not a pervert. Way too dorky to be," Loona chuckled as she nodded her head. "So thanks, Feathers."

"Does this mean we're friends?" Rachmiel asked with a hopeful expression.

Loona snorted. "No. We're just... acquaintances for now. Now come on. Let's get some lunch. I doubt Blitz is the only one starving."

"I thought the dining room was for family only?" Rachmiel asked as he followed Loona.

"I'll make an exception but don't make a big deal out of it, Feathers."

Rachmiel only smiled more as he followed his new acquaintance to get something to eat. A thought then came to him. "By the way? You looked really cute as a baby. You were so adorable! Like a little puppy!"

"...BLITZ! WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU SHOW HIM?!"