Chapter 2:

Blitz groaned as he opened his eyes. His body hurt all over and he felt sick to his stomach. The slight swirling of the air certainly didn't help. He glanced around and noted from the dim light it was still very early in the morning. He pushed himself up with a hiss of pain and looked around. Then froze. He was in a hospital. 'Why the fuck am I in a hospital?' he wondered, shifting. 'Oh, fuck. That's right.' he had passed out. In front of everyone. Fuck, he hadn't wanted to worry them.

Realizing that they must have brought him, any escape attempts left his mind. He didn't want to worry them more. He glanced around, watching the swirling slowly starting to die down. A glance at the clock showed... 15 hours since he had returned to hell. "Thank fuck for immunity." Blitz muttered. He spotted his file at the foot of the bed and carefully crawled over to grab it.

According to the chart, he had multiple wounds that were taking longer to heal than they should considering his hybrid status- the worst being the stab wound below his shoulder blade and the wound in his side from the bolt. There had also been an unrecognized substance in his blood that broke itself down before they could analyze it.

Which sounded about right, if it was what he thought it was. Estimated recovery time was unknown. Sighing he tossed the file back and slumped into his pillows. This sucked. And if his calculations were right, it would be several days- if not an entire week- before his wounds healed. Fucking poison!

Ultimately, he decided against calling for a nurse because he was coming to terms with the whole situation. He hadn't thought he'd see that stuff again. And from what he could feel, the formula had been improved upon. Which really wasn't a good thing. Especially considering the original purpose of the concept.

He sighed. He didn't want to get involved, but despite everything, he couldn't let things stand like this. But... what's to say it had even reached Pentagram City, anyhow? Maybe it was just in the human world. He could accept that. He looked up when the door opened and he blinked at the nurse who came in and looked shocked to see him awake. "You're awake?" she said in disbelief.

"Fucking obvious, but yeah." he grumbled. She scowled.

"Well I'm fucking sorry! We weren't expecting you awake for another day or two." she retorted, doing a quick check over the machines. "I'm going to get the doctor." she huffed turning and leaving the room.

"Yeah, you do that." he muttered. He wanted out of there.

"Hey, good to see you're awake." the doctor said, coming in. Blitz glanced over and figured Stella or Stolas put the fear in them to treat him right. Or at least better than most imps are treated, at any rate. He was looked down on even more for being a hybrid but that was fine. He had grown to live with it.

"So what are you going to tell me?" Blitz asked, tired already. The doctor nodded and began to go over the imps numerous injuries while the nurse changed the bandages. Blitz nodded in acceptance with each one.

"The biggest concern was the unknown substance in your blood. It broke down before it could be analyzed though."

"Is that something you see often?" Blitz found himself asking before he could stop himself.

"The unknown substance? No, you're the first one we've gotten with it in their system." the doctor replied. Blitz closed his eyes, relieved. "Well, the first one that lived anyways." His eyes snapped open.

"What?" he asked, voice a bit strangled. The doctor raised a brow before shrugging.

"This wasn't our first time seeing the substance. But it's been found in dead demons up in Pentagram City. None have survived and the substance is always out of their blood by the time they've died. We're thinking it's a type of drug circling the markets. You're the only one who survived so far. Which leaves me to ask, how did you get it?"

Blitz shrugged. It wasn't that he didn't want to help, but he really couldn't. There wasn't a way to counter the affects as far as he was aware. As for his living, that was due to his immunity, which couldn't really be replicated, considering how he got it. The doctor sighed. "Very well. We'll keep you over night for-" he began but Blitz spoke up.

"Actually, I'm going to sign myself out." Blitz replied, looking around for his clothes. He had shit to do and there wasn't much that could be done for him except just letting the wounds heal and keeping them treated. The goetic family would already be paying more than they should for bringing him here, no need to extend that stay any longer.

"Are you sure? Prince Stolas and Lady Stella were rather... firm, that you not leave to early." the doctor said.

"Just send them my way if they have an issue. I have shit to do. Where are my clothes?" he demanded.

"The clothes you arrived in were soaked in blood, but an extra were procured by your group. They did inform us the brooch was not to be touched, do not worry. Would you like us to call them?" the doctor asked while the nurse handed over the clothes and brooch, ready for him to leave no doubt.

"No need. I'll do it. Thanks for everything doc." Blitz said.

"Very well, stop by the front desk on your way out. Have care." he told the imp as the doctor and nurse left, closing the room behind them. Blitz sighed and changed quickly. A darker version of his normal suit. That worked. As he got dressed he hit call on the client's number. "Yeah, hey. Have the team gotten a hold of you?" he asked. "No, okay. I need you to meet up with me. The job's done, but there were some issues. Yeah, that works. Bye." He snapped his phone closed and placed it in his pocket before leaving the room. It took about 30 minutes before he was meeting with the client at an old cafe in Imp City.

The client had been a tall, coyote sinner wearing a black trench coat with a torn, singed gray suit underneath. "You wanted to talk?" He asked as they shared a table and both had a coffee.

"Yeah. First off, you seriously understated the number of potential enemies. There were close to 50 more than stated there would be." Blitz began. The sinner winced.

"Really? Sorry. He doesn't usually have that many guys unless there's a really big operation. And last I saw before that bastard killed me, there weren't any operations set to take place for another month." the sinner told the imp earnestly. Blitz sighed, realizing the other was being honest.

"Alright, I believe you." Blitz sighed. "Normally, monetary compensation would be demanded." he told the sinner who blinked.

"Normally?" he asked.

"Normally." Blitz repeated. "I'll wave that this time for some information." Blitz told him seriously. The coyote nodded.

"Whatever information I have, I'll give you." Blitz nodded.

"While we were doing this job, I found some crates in the warehouse. In it were vials full of an orange liquid. Tell me everything you know about them." Blitz said.

"Like what exactly?"

"Where did you guys get it? Who? How long have you been dealing in it? What were the affects on those who shot it up. That kind of thing." The coyote nodded.

"Right, I don't know the name of it, just some of the basics. The boss first brought it into the warehouse about three months ago. Didn't tell us who or where it came from. Just told us it was a new partner and not to dig into it if we knew what was good for us. We believed him. The product was pretty popular as far as I'm aware. Some of the guys talked about trying it. A few weeks later, they went missing. One of them was actually a friend who got me into the gang. I was concerned and started snooping."

"And that's why you got killed off." Blitz realized. The sinner nodded.

"Found a file in one of the offices and learned that everyone that had 'left the family' as the boss put it had used the shit and died from apparent over dose." Blitz nodded.

"And you didn't find anything else out about it before they killed you? I thought ass holes like that enjoyed telling their victims everything before killing them." Blitz mused.

"I would have agreed with you too. The guy is mostly an idiot with a few moments to his name." The coyote replied before sighing. "But something was off about him those last months before he killed me."

"Was he normally stupid enough that he was confident when wielding a weapon?" Blitz asked, a thought occurring to him.

"Yup. Confident when using any weapon. Fucker liked cross bows for some reason. He was most confident with that."

"So he wouldn't have been trembling in fear reloading the cross bolt?" The coyote shook his head.

"I think he was afraid of that partner." the sinner confessed. "Scared enough that he wouldn't even tell us anything when he was about to send us to hell. Funny, huh?" the coyote asked. Blitz paled a little, but quickly gathered himself.

"Yeah. Thanks, I think that was all my questions. Be careful out there." Blitz said, allowing the sinner to pay for the drinks. The coyote nodded and the duo went their separate ways. Blitz had a lot to think about. But first, he had a stop to make at Imp City's library. Blitz hadn't been sure why Hell had a library, but he decided that he wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth.

:The Hellaverse:

Blitz was not expecting to be ambushed at his office. He should have expected it, admittedly, not having told anyone that he had signed himself out about two hours ago. But he hadn't. And now he was on the couch in his office while his employees, daughter, Fizz, and the Goetic Royal family scolded him for leaving early.

Apparently when Stella had decided to call and see how Blitz was doing, not only did they tell her the extent of his injuries and the lack of speed they healed, but also about his signing out. He gave his reason which they ultimately accepted even if they hadn't approved. "Blitz, you're going to be hurt for a while." Millie said in concern.

"Just a week or so." Blitz replied, wincing at the dead pan look they gave him.

"Not helping your case, fuck face." Fizz told his friend with a scowl. Blitz looked a bit offended.

"Boss, you've been working on cases nearly non-stop. And that isn't including those solo assignments you do. And no, I don't mean the guard duty for Fizzirolli." Moxxie said.

"When was your last day off?" Stella asked the imp.

"Today." Blitz answered immediately.

"Over two months ago." Loona replied from next to Octavia.

"Two months!?" Fizz and Stolas cried.

"You force us to take the weekends off and you're not even doing it yourself?" Millie cried offended.

Blitz sighed. "We get some solo assignments sometimes and I'm not the one married or in a relationship." he defended himself. "It just made sense to take care of them myself."

"Blitzy. Blitzy. You're pushing yourself too hard." Asmodeus said, just appearing next to Fizz in a thankfully smaller form so he blended in, size wise at least. Blitz groaned.

"Not you too!" Asmodeus laughed.

"It sounds to me like you need a vacation." the deadly sin said.

"Ozzy, that's such a good idea!" Fizz cried, placing a big kiss on the other's face. "Blitz, you need to go on vacation!"

Blitz sighed. He couldn't afford to go on vacation right now. I.M.P couldn't just be closed for days, not with the requests they had waiting. Then there were the company's bills and M and M's bills. Octavia was still learning her new job as secretary with Loona's help so the hell hound could be more of an in field worker. "I can't afford that right now Fizz. There's too much to do right now." Blitz sighed.

"Blitz, just leave I.M.P to us. The four of us can handle it." Moxxie told the other.

"He's right. Mox and I can take care of most of the requests we have, and if it's a bigger job, Loona can come along."

"Octavia is still in training and probably will be for another week or so." Blitz replied.

"I can help with that!" Fizz said. "After all, I sometimes do secretary work for Ozzy. All I need is a bit of a run down on things here and I'll be good to continue training." the other said excitedly. "Then that leaves Loo-Loo here free to accompany M and M on bigger jobs or as back up."

"Uncle Fizz is right. And you do need a vacation. It's not like you're going to be allowed in the field while you're injured." Loona replied, causing Fizz to wiggle with happiness at the familial title Loona had bestowed on him a year ago.

"And the doctor said your healing has been impaired by what ever was in your blood." Stella added. "He said you were lucky that impaired healing was the only side affect, since other demons died from over dosing on it." she sent him a sharp look.

"It was coated on the dagger one of the fuckers stabbed me with. By the way, I've already gotten into contact with the client, things are concluded. He honestly hadn't known that the fucker would have that many goons to get through." he told them. That seemed to put M and M more at ease.

Just then, Octavia returned from the corner of the room. Blitz wondered when she had gone over there. "Alright, the reservation for Blitz is made. Tomorrow he will be the newest guest at Hazbin Hotel in their recovery program." the princess told them, getting a nod of approval from her mother.

"Perfect. I will get Blitz's bag packed. Not to worry. Just get some rest. Our limo will deliver you to the hotel in the morning." Stella said, and Blitz knew that he had been seriously outnumbered. Oh well, he needed to go to Pentagram City anyways, might as well do it under the guise of a vacation. He sighed heavily.

"Don't pack just skirts and dresses please, give me at least one or two suits." he begged. Stella laughed in a way that had Blitz unsure if his request was followed- she and Fizz did love dressing him up after all. And if anyone thought he had given in just a little too easily, they chalked it up to him being in more pain than he let on- which was true- and accepting it with his usual lack of grace.

Maybe if any of them had even considered what was going to happen in the coming weeks, they wouldn't have been so excited for Blitz to finally take some time to himself.

Author's Note: The next chapter will have a new introduction between some of our characters.