Chapter 7

Oof

This chapter includes sexual content. If you prefer to skip that part, it lies between the -%- markers.

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"...and they sat down and proceeded to BLESS the guns!"

Back in Blitzø's private office, M and M relayed the events of the evening prior.

"They what?!" questioned Blitzø. "That's not possible."

"We thought that too Blitzø, but Moxx and I watched 'em do it."

"We don't understand it either, Sir. We were hoping maybe the prince would able to talk with someone in heaven and see why they are still able do this."

"I don't know if Stolas has angelic connections or not. I can ask but that's going to be one fucking wierd conversation."

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"I've been SO Naughty!"

Stolas lay face down, ass up on the bed. His hands were tied to the bedposts while Blitzø, suspended above him by his tail, swung a wooden paddle.

"Yea, You like that dontcha you kinky little bitch." Blitzø clapped the board against Stolas' ass.

"YES!!!" Stolas arched his back as Blitzø swung and spanked him yet again.

Blitzø threw the paddle on the floor with a clatter. He dropped to his feet on the bed and stood shifting Stolas hips to meet his. He laid Stolas' long tail feathers over his shoulder.

" I'm gonna split your bruised ass wide open." Blitzø growled. The way stolas shivered in response excited him.

"You savage!" Stolas turned his head, the way only an owl could, to watch as Blitzø readied himself. He slid himself through soft down before slamming deep into Stolas.

Blitzo moved in a consumed and steady rhythm, wrapped in Stolas' tail feathers with a death grip on his hips. His eyes were wild and his scars shimmered like pearls from the sweat that covered his body.

"You're so devilishly handsome! Stolas cooed.

Blitzø paused and looked up to meet Stolas' gaze. He had not been aware he was watching. Blitzø blushed and his eyes faltered. He never knew how to respond when Stolas told him he was attractive. That bird had so many kinks. "Shut up..."

He would never admit how much fucking Stolas left him so completely undone. He felt confident and uninhibited with the Royal. Blitzø could unleash anything on this creature and he would absorb it like some kinky sponge.

"Oh, Blitzø, I love your cock!"

"Oh, Christ I love your ass!"

"What??"

"What!!"

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Blitzø untied Stolas and gently ran his hands through the feathers on the owl's back, smoothing them and removing any loose ones.

" It's not even my birthday." Stolas said coyly.

"Yea, well, I just thought it would be a fun suprise for you tonight." Blitzø replied rather sheepishly. "Listen, Stolas, I need to ask you a weird question."

"Yes, darling, what is it" Stolas rolled to face Blitzø.

"M and M tracked Striker to a warehouse in Greed where 3 fallen cherubs were blessing weapons for smuggling."

"Smuggling blessed weapons is not a new practice in hell, Blitzø." Stolas answered sleepily.

"No, but blessing them this side of purgatory IS."

Stolas sat up.

"What do you mean, 'this side of purgatory'?"

"I mean, 3 of those little banished-from-heaven fuckers are actively blessing weapons on HELL SOIL. Meaning any Tengu, Daeva, and Hanbi will be able to get Royalty Killing Weaponry anywhere! I'm personally NOT OK with that! Do you have contacts in Heaven that you could check in with about this?

"That is worrisome." Stolas got out of bed and walked accross the room to his bookshelf. He studied the spines intently.

"I have Michael's contact info somewhere...Ah, here!" He pulled a book off the shelf entitled "Voynich" and carried it to the nearby chaise to sit down.

"Humans are so silly." Stolas flipped through the pages.

"Purson left a copy of this on earth a millenia ago. They think its a wonder because they are unable to translate it. It's just a phonebook." Stolas chuckled.

"Here we are. Its been years since I spoke with Michael." Stolas dialed a number on his vintage style phone.

Yes, good day. Stolas of the Ars Goetia for the Archangel Michael, please. Wonderful, thank you." Stolas set the book aside and began pacing back and forth.

"Michael, hello! Yes, my friend it has been too long. My apologies, after my marriage things went a little downhill. Yes, yes Im well, however, I do have an assassin after me right now with access to blessed weapons. Thats not even the interesting part. These weapons were blessed on HELL SOIL. Yes, dear, you heard me correctly. I have 2 witnesses in fact. Names? One moment "

Stolas briefly covered the receiver with his hand to ask Blitzø for the names of the fallen cherubs.

"Cletus, Colin, and Keenie. I believe they were banished for killing a human... OH! Oh Really! Well I would very much appreciate that being cleared up. My sweet little bodyguard is having a bit of a time keeping me alive due to their overlooked abilities. I will keep that in mind. Thank you, Michael. Ta Ta."

Stolas calmly hung up the phone and moved to put the Voynich away.

"Ok bird, Spill!!" Blitzø had been nervously listening to Stolas' conversation with the Archangel.

Stolas slid the book back on the shelf.

"Turns out there was a clerical oversight in their dismissal. They were sent straight to hell for their involvement in a murder, but were never actually stripped of their blessed abilities. Michael has assured me he will remedy this situation."

"Great. So no more blessings in hell, but they have access to whole warehouses full of things they've blessed! No telling who will be targeted when they all realize their moneymakers are busted."

Blitzø got up and stumbled into his pants.

"Christ on a stick my list of targets is longer than my dick!"

He turned to Stolas who was still standing naked amongst the books. He pointed at him and growled "If you die after all this, I'll never forgive you!"

He stepped into his boots, grabbed his clothes and his gun, "And put all these loose fuck feathers in a box. Im gonna need them."

Blitzø stalked out of the bedroom leaving a bewildered Stolas behind.

"This shit is getting out of hand." Blitzø mumbled as he walked through the palace to the main door. He shoved his arms through his coat before shoving his underwear in the pocket. He pulled out his phone and dialed Moxxie as he exited the building.

"Moxx, I think Stolas has the blessing crisis solved but now they're on the list. We're gonna have to move fast to keep the fire from coming down on our heads. I want eyes on that factory. As soon as Striker and those cherubs show up I want you or Millie to text me. They're going down first."

Blitzo climbed in the van and threw it into gear peeling out of the drive and leaving a trail of rubber in his wake.