Author's Note: Here's the first part of the story revolving around some of Blitz's past for this story. This is the event of the past for the story. The next chapter is the official first chapter. I hope if you're reading this, you'll enjoy.

TW: There is a brief scene that indicates some self-harm, be aware, this will probably happen throughout the story.

Past 1

Blitz grumbled to himself as he tried to move through the large, packed crowd. There were all sorts of Hell's Citizens around; from the lowest imps to some of the mid-tier overlords. He knew there was a big to-do happening in the Pride Ring that day but he hated that so many overlords had shown up. For fuck's sake, he was pretty sure he spotted a sin further in the crowd. He could deal with the sinners just fine but that was about as high as he was able to deal with.

He sighed and shook his head, ignoring the cat calls and shouts in general. He just wanted to find Astor or Cypher, before he got stabbed or groped by someone preferably. He knew they were both here somewhere, he was hoping to introduce them to each other... If they didn't already know each other that was. He did a double take when he saw Astor's familiar dark red hair over the crowd, with a sinner that seemed rather afraid trailing behind him as they walked further away. Blitz sighed in exasperation.

It wasn't a surprise the sinner was trembling, as Astor could be terrifying without even trying if he felt like it. Rolling his rose red eyes, Blitz began to follow his friend through the crowd from afar, figuring Astor had been annoyed somehow. Probably by some persistent advances made towards him and now the perpetrator was realizing his mistake. Astor wasn't a fan of being touched after all which, you know, fair. Besides, Blitz really wanted one of his friends, the last time he had been in a crowd like this wasn't a fun time and he preferred to be with someone he knew.

He soon reached the edges of the crowd and made his way towards the alcove the duo had disappeared into. When he reached the end of the short alleyway, he peeked around the corner to the dead end and froze. Astor was 7 feet tall, a good head taller than what Blitz knew him to be, dressed in mostly red and black. He also had dark antlers and what looked like deer ears? But that wasn't what was causing his blood to run cold.

It was the dark, glowing collar around the sinner's neck, the chain leading to Astor who was wrapping it around his hand and cane. One Blitz had never seen before. "Did you really think that you would get away with it?" Astor asked the sinner deceptively soft, his voice taking on a near radio like quality he hadn't heard from his friend before.

"I- I'm sorry Master! I was just trying to carry out my assignment, but I didn't have enough information!" the sinner was crying in fear at that point. "So I was trying to get more to complete my job."

"What you did, Jackson-" Astor hissed, his voice crackling sharply as the sinner- Jackson- let out a yelp when Astor yanked on the chain, sending him to the ground on his face in front of the taller demon. A black heeled boot stepped on Jackson's head when he tried to raise it. "Is called betrayal. Trying to find out why I had you on this assignment to use it against me." Astor tutted as Jackson sobbed. "Oh, don't cry Jackson. You only have yourself to blame for this. But don't worry. You're in luck" Astor's voiced lowered. "I don't plan on erasing your existence." Then the air crackled. "But you'll wish I had." He promised, a demonic aura shooting through the chains.

Blitz could feel a phantom pain- a reminder of the past- and couldn't help his intake of fear at the action as Jackson cried out in pain. As Astor, or whoever the fuck he was, didn't stop smiling once.

Astor's head snapped around an entire 180 degrees, having heard a noise. He only saw an empty darkness though. "Oh. Is someone hanging around?" his voice sang. He stalked towards the entrance of the dead end, tilting his head around the corner. Nothing. And no demon or some other Hell's spawn. "Hm... The little eaves dropper got away. How unfortunate." he murmured before looking back to Jackson. "Try your little stunt again, and I won't be so lenient." he promised before leaving the sobbing sinner behind in the dead end. 'Now, I need to find Blitz. He's probably not doing well in this crowd.' he thought to himself, a simple disguise he was used to over the past couple months melting over him. A busy and unexpected couple of months. But he certainly wouldn't call them regrettable.

HB/HH

Blitz pushed through the crowd, ignoring the grunts and curses of annoyance and rage, as he tried to keep his heart from beating out of his chest as he struggled to breathe. 'Need to get away.' he thought desperately. 'How could Astor be an overlord? And Satan's tits, which one was he? How badly have I fucked up? And why is an overlord hanging around me? Unless... Is he here to find me? To return me? Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!' Blitz was definitely panicking now. 'Why else would a fucking Overlord be hanging around me?' Shit. Blitz felt like crying. He wanted Cypher.

He glanced around before he caught a glimpse of bright white hair- bright even for the whitest hair- through the crowd of dark monochromic hair that he was surrounded by. He was standing near one of the raised tents all along the side of the clearing. The sinner was standing under a banner that provided some shade for side dealings. Relief hit Blitz like a tidal wave. Cypher!

Smiling in relief at finding him, he made his way towards his light-haired friend, only to stop when he realized his friend was in a heated, harshly whispered discussion with what looked like a pretty high ranked Overlord. He froze and ducked behind a thick pole near the two, the one holding up the banner they were under. 'Why is he arguing with an overlord?' the young imp wondered, straining his hearing.

"You can't keep skipping out on your responsibilities!" the Overlord was telling the light-haired sinner.

"Hey, I am not skipping out on my responsibilities! I'm just taking a break!" Cypher replied with annoyance.

"You've been taking several breaks for the past couple months, Sir." The overlord replied harshly, neither of their voices being heard by anyone over the crowd except for Blitz who was closest and actively straining to hear them.

Blitz frowned, dread pooling in his gut... Why was an overlord calling Cypher 'Sir', like he was above him? The only ones that were above overlords were more powerful overlords, the Seven Deadly Sins, the Heir and Lady of Hell, and the King himself.

"I still do my work! It's just not as single mindedly as before." Cypher told the other.

"But Sir! You've skipped out on three meetings with the sins! There are things you are unaware of because you're not present."

"I don't need to be present for every meeting." Cypher argued.

'The sins? But they only usually have to meet with...' Blitz's mind blanked at the overlord's next words.

"And they're starting to lose their faith in you, Your Majesty."

'Fuck.' Blitz thought, panic returning and destroying whatever relief he had felt. 'I have to get out of here.'

"Fucking fine! I'll be at the next meeting. Just go!" Lucifer growled. The overlord bowed and headed off, leaving the King of Hell on the outskirts of a large crowd. Lucifer took a deep breath to calm himself. His head snapped to the side when he was sure he heard the sound of wood snapping. But no one was there. At least, no one he recognized. Nor anyone actively listening or paying him any attention.

'I need to find Blitz. He might be lost or getting passed at. Or with that other friend of his.' Lucifer scowled, before calming down and heading through the crowd. At some point he was shoulder checked by a tall red-haired sinner. "Watch yourself, pal." he growled warningly.

"Fuck off." The red-haired sinner growled back, barely glancing at the shorter white-haired sinner. The duo snarled before continuing on their own ways.

'Damn it, Blitz. Where the fuck are you?' The two unknowingly thought at the same time.

HB/HH

Blitz curled up in his room, struggling with the panic in his chest. He had fled the concert or whatever it had been hours ago, staying in another inn for the moment. After all they knew about the other inn. "Fuck! How did this happen? I- They were just supposed to be low ranked sinners! Not fucking-" Blitz's downwards spiral was interrupted by the radio in the room turning static before another broadcast came on, interrupting the previous transmission. He glanced up, eyes wide when he heard the voice out of the radio.

"I hope you enjoy this irregularly scheduled broadcast. Dedicated to those of you who are thinking about stepping out of line. Don't." The now hauntingly familiar voice sounded over the radio before screams filled the air. Blitz choked and crashed out of the bed. He scrambled over to the radio and tried shutting it off. But his hands were shaking too much to turn the knob or flip the off switch.

"F- Fuck!" He shoved the radio roughly to the side, relaxing when it broke, and silence filled the room. "Fuck!" he curled in on himself. He took a shuddering breath and glanced out the window to the Pride Ring's dark sky. "They were just supposed to be some low ranked sinners. Not Alastor the fucking Radio Demon or Lucifer, King of Hell. Shit titties." he gripped his forearms, ignoring the pain and blood starting to drip. He let his head fall into his crossed arms. "What am I supposed to do now?" he wondered helplessly, ignoring the drops that began to mix with the blood on his arms.

Author's Note: And there we go! Poor traumatized Blitzy. The next chapter is the present for this story. These Past chapters will happen periodically throughout the story from different Point Of Views that are either Blitz, Alastor, or Lucifer pertaining to their times together in the past.