Author's Note: I've decided to start things differently with this story. If you do read this, I hope you enjoy.

Chapter One:

Blitz cursed as he blew the head off another guy in a black suit with a shot gun. The job was supposed to be a simple get in, kill the guy, then split. The client did say that it was a gang, but they had seriously understated the number. "I fucking swear, we're having words with the client when we get back to hell." Blitz growled. "Moxxie duck!" He called, bringing his flintlock up and shooting the guy who was sneaking up on the other imp.

"Thanks boss!" Moxxie called, bringing up his own gun and shooting three others in quick succession.

"Just watch your ass!" Blitz turned his attention to the guy behind him who thought he was being sneaky. The three assassins worked well together as they moved between at least 30 more guys that had appeared.

"It's like there's no end to them!" Millie cried.

"I know Mils! Just group them together and get the fuck out of the way!" He called, pulling one of his grenades. Seeing his employee move out of the blast range, he tossed the grenade. The sound of it going off was music to his ears. After about ten minutes the three of them had thinned the heard of sheep but there were still quite a few left. "Damn it and we still haven't gotten to the target." he grumbled.

"We can take the rest of these guys boss. You go get that fucker." Moxxie said. Blitz looked around at the handful that were left and the lone warehouse on the water front nearby that the humans had been protecting.

"Fine, first one to finish will provide back up to the other." Blitz replied, tossing the bag to Millie after taking out some more ammo for his flintlock and another pistol. "Don't fucking die." He ordered them before running and jumping over the swarm heading their way and making his way to the warehouse. He heard M and M take out his pursuers and couldn't help his pride at how far the duo had come in the past years, Moxxie especially. Shaking his head, he refocused on his task and scaled the side of the warehouse.

According to their client, the target enjoyed looking down on others and would frequent the top floor. Blitz looked into one of the windows and spotted another group of people around their target. "Fuck. Fine, let's do this." He growled, breaking through the window and starting to shoot with the pistol. He had to focus on the fodder before he could move on to the target.

He ducked and dodged his attackers, shooting when he could. He wasn't ready, however, for the cross bolt that ripped through his side. "Satan's titties!" he cried, swiftly ducking under the next guy's fist and throwing him into the others as he backed away, looking for the culprit. It was the target. And he was shakily reloading the cross bolt, almost panicked causing him to fumble. "It's the 21st century up here! Who the fuck uses a cross bow?" Blitz snarled, bringing up his flintlock and shooting the target between the eyes. "Fuck!" He snarled, when a blade was dug into his shoulder by one of the others. He spun and kicked the attacker in the face and sending him over the railing.

He faced the rest of the group, about six more or so. He scowled and reloaded the guns as he backed up to the wall a little as they cautiously pressed forward. "Bring it on fuckers!" He snarled. The group surged on him and he swiftly ducked punches and elbowed others. He got cut up a few more times much to his chagrin, but within ten minutes he had them down, the last one falling over the railing and onto one of the crates below with help from his trusty flintlock. He huffed in annoyance and dropped down. He blinked his eyes a few times as the air seemed to swirl almost. The familiar sight made him sick. He shook his head, taking a deep breath and allowing it to pass.

Blitz looked around the empty warehouse before looking out the window. M and M were taking down their opponents and seemed to be enjoying themselves. He could look into something. He walked over to one of the crates. The gang weren't peddling guns, he knew that. However, as the air swirled again, he knew they were peddling something. He tried to open the lid, but grimaced when the blade in his shoulder prevented it. He scowled and reached behind him and yanked it out. A glance at the blade showed something mixed in with his blood that now coated it. He grimaced and tossed it aside.

Once more, he tried to open the crate, this time he succeeded. He blinked at the three large vials of orange liquid and snarled at the sight. He hadn't seen this since... He shook his head violently to throw that thought out of his mind. He looked back at the shit in the crate. He couldn't leave this. A quick search of the near by area revealed some fuel and after soaking the place, he lit a match and tossed it before darting out of the warehouse and towards the imps who had just finished killing the last of their group. "Good job M and M. Time to go!" He called just as the warehouse exploded.

"What the hell?" Moxxie cried as the inferno blazed. Blitz winced, realizing he may have over done it. But hey, there was a storm brewing and it was next to a large lake. And the nearest trees were too far away to be immediately affected.

Blitz pulled out his phone. "Loony sweetie, a portal if you wouldn't mind." he asked.

"On it." she said, hanging up. Blitz sighed and tucked the phone into his coat as the air swirled again. Shit. It was fine, though. He just needed to get back to the office, then he could crash on the couch for a few hours. It would pass by then and he could do some first aid afterwards. The portal opened in front of them and the trio jumped through, returning to hell. Blitz felt relief as the sulfuric air of hell washed over him.

"Welcome back!" Blitz's head snapped over to see Stella and Stolas sitting at the table in the office with Octavia.

"What are you guys doing here?" Millie asked, getting a soft chuckle form the two goetic royals.

"We were just dropping by to see Via and see how your job went." Stella said with a prim smile.

"It went. There were a few more guys than the client said there would be." Blitz sighed, feeling the exhaustion starting to hit. 'Fuck, I'm going to pass out at this rate.' he realized, the swirling making him sick to his stomach.

"A few more? Sir, there were at least 50 more than the client said there would be. It got dicey!" Moxxie cried. Blitz sighed. Moxxie had a point he supposed.

"Yeah, we're going to need to-" Blitz was cut off as a wet cough left his mouth, splattering blood over his sleeve and hand. "Well, fuck."

"Blitz!?" he heard them cry in alarm as he swayed dangerously.

'Fuck. This was the last thing I wanted.' he thought before darkness crashed around him and he sank into it.

:The Hellaverse:

It was ridiculous how many demons were in this club. Hadn't the guy in charge heard of a 'max occupancy'? He grumbled as he shoved his way through to the crowd and towards the bar, ignoring the curses to watch where he was going. He hadn't been here before and was already disliking it. He really hoped that the alcohol was worth it like the inn keeper promised. He finally got a seat and sighed in relief at being out of the main part of the crowd. "What can I get you?" The bartender, a tall, muscular hell hound asked him.

Blitz looked at him for a moment before speaking. "A double shot of ever-clear." the bartender raised a brow but nodded and got to work.

"A good choice." A voice said next to him, causing Blitz to startle. He glanced over to see a tall, red-haired sinner. He wore a dark red suit and looked posh, not someone Blitz would expect to see in this place. But then, he also seemed to be a low ranking one and there were a lot of them here. "A favorite of mine. Not many can handle that brand. Let alone a double." the sinner commented.

"Yeah, well, I have a better tolerance than most." he replied. He wasn't sure why the guy seemed to put him on edge. Usually Blitz could handle the usual sinners.

"Is that so?" the sinner asked. But his voice seemed to imply he either didn't believe the imp, or wasn't actually interested in the words. Blitz ignored him. He hadn't asked the other to talk to him.

"Here you go." The bartender placed the shot glass before him. Blitz knew both of them were watching him, even if the sinner wasn't being obvious. He ignored them both and shot it back.

He did not want to deal with anyone tonight. He wanted to get drunk enough to forget the date and go back to his room at the inn down the road. "Another." he requested, looking back through the crowd. It would take another couple double shots to really feel anything, then it could hit him later when he was in bed. The hound nodded impressed and poured another, having brought the bottle with him.

He saw the sinner next to him down his own double shot of ever-clear, which the bartender refilled for him at a nod. "So, what has you so down in the dumps?" The sinner asked after a few minutes of silence, neither comfortable or uncomfortable. Blitz glanced at him, disbelieving he would ask that so casually of a complete stranger.

"I don't like today's date." Blitz settled on, deciding not to get into an argument or make any new enemies. The dagger in his boot remained a heavy reminder of the possibility though. "Why are you here?" he asked, not sure if he'd get a reply or not.

"I just wanted to relax and take a break from some work." the other replied. Blitz blinked, not having expected it. He glanced the demon up and down. Then looked at the club they were in.

"I'll be honest, I don't really see this as being your scene." Blitz told him. The other laughed.

"And yet I'm here." the sinner replied, both getting a refill of their shots.

Blitz nodded. "So you are. Apologies for the assumption." he murmured. The other seemed amused by the apology but was accepting of it none the less.

"Can I ask why you don't like today's date?"

"You can, but I can't say I'll answer. It's a rather personal and touchy subject."

"Understood." the stranger replied.

"So... If I were to ask what you did with your work, would you be willing to answer despite my own refusal to answer your inquiry?" Blitz asked out of curiosity, not sure where the desire to talk to the other was coming from.

"I host. But that's about as much as I'd reveal." Blitz nodded his acceptance. Somehow, some way, another half hour passed as the duo took shots and discussed non-personal things. Eventually though, Blitz knew he was reaching his limits.

"Well, it's been nice talking but I'm going to have to head off." Blitz told the other a bit regretfully, as he went to pay for his drinks.

"Oh please, let me cover that for you." The sinner said. Blitz blinked.

"Um, what?" he asked, wondering if he had misheard.

"I'd like to cover your tab for you." the sinner repeated.

"Why?" Blitz asked, not following the other. He knew ever-clear was expensive shit, especially with the tax raise in hell. And between the two of them, they had finished off two extra large bottles.

"Relax, I don't have any ulterior motives if that's what you're worried about." the other soothed, a smile never leaving his face. "It's not everyday I meet someone who can keep up with me. I'd like to commemorate this occasion." he replied. Blitz weighed the options for a moment before sighing in acceptance.

"Fine, but I'll be paying next time if we ever drink together again." Blitz settled on.

"Lovely." the sinner purred, putting down the payment before glancing at the imp. "By the way, you can call me Astor. What's your name?"

Blitz felt a small smile on his face. "You can call me Blitz. The 'o' is silent." The sinner raised a brow.

"There's an 'o' in Blitz?" he asked in amusement.

"Exactly." Blitz chuckled. Before turning to make his way through the still large crowd. "Thanks for the drinks tonight, Astor. Until we meet again." he called, disappearing through the crowd. When he finally made it to his room, he fell into bed. It wouldn't be until the next day that he realized that he had, in fact, forgotten the date. Just like he had hoped he would.