Helluva Love

Chapter 4: Shattered

Stolas had never been so excited or nervous in all his years alive. Tonight was the monthly full moon, which meant it was time for him and Blitzo's one night together of passion. However, this wouldn't be just some night of sex for favours. Or, in this case, sex in exchange for using Stolas' grimoire to access the mortal realm. No. Tonight, Stolas would present an Asmodean crystal to Blitzo. With this, Blitzo would have free access to the mortal realm without using Stolas' book. That would mean that their deal would be over, and the imp would no longer be required to have sex with the prince every month to maintain his business.

Stolas was doing this because he had feelings for Blitzo, dating back to when he first met the imp performing at a circus when they were kids and even after he'd tricked the young prince into helping him rob his family of countless valuables. It had been years since they'd seen each other. Still, the moment Stolas had discovered Blitzo in his mansion during the prince's wife Not Divorced Party, held by his eventual ex-wife, just as handsome and cute as the day he first laid eyes on him, and now sexy as well, Stolas' heart fluttered with excitement he'd never felt in all of his years.

This had followed with the first of many nights of passionate sex. Even though Stolas enjoyed it, over time, as his feelings for Blitzo continued to deepen, he began to realize that if he genuinely cared for Blitzo, he couldn't force him into a sexual relationship. As the old saying goes, if you love something, set it free. And that was what Stolas intended to do. End the contract between him and Blitzo by giving him the crystal. At the same time, he would offer his heart to Blitzo.

Stolas was worried that the imp wouldn't accept this. Their first and only date had not ended the way the prince would've liked, and it did appear that Blitzo only thought it was a sexual relationship. On the other hand, the assassin did seem to have cared for Stolas when he texted him after the prince had been sent to the emergency room following his abduction and torture at the hands of that mercenary. His heart fluttered when he saw that text telling him to get better.

And while they hadn't spoken until their next sexual night afterwards, Blitzo had appeared to be gentle when pleasuring him as he was still recovering.

Stolas knew deep down that Blitzo had feelings for him. He just knew it, though he couldn't be sure. All he could hope for was that Bltizo embraced with a mutual desire when he offered his love, and the two would become passionate lovers.

In preparation for the sparks that may fly tonight, Stolas had his servants clean the whole mansion from front to back—making the entire place sparkle like a thousand stars. He'd bought chocolate-dipped strawberries, the most romantic snack, and had his main butler bring up a bottle of his family's finest and most expensive wine from the cellar, all placed in his bedroom, ready for consumption. The bedroom itself was littered with rose peddles and was lit with scented candles. Stolas lay on the bed with the crystal he would give to Blitzo lying under a pillow.

As some extra precautions, Stolas not only sent his daughter to spend the night with Stella but also dismissed his entire staff, giving them the night off and paying them.

Now, all he had to do was wait until-

Suddenly, the doorbell rang, signalling that Blitzo had arrived.

The Goetia prince squeaked with excitement. Despite his nervousness, his hopes were consuming his mind.

"By God, this is going to be a wonderful night."

A few minutes earlier…

"By God, this is going to be one shitty night," Blitzo cursed, ignoring the sound of the car he'd just cut off honking at him furiously.

There was a full moon tonight. Meaning he would typically go to Stolas' place to fuck the bird so that the imp could continue using the grimoire to go to the living realm and kill humans. However, the unexpected happened last week: Blitzo made amends with someone important to him: his ex-girlfriend, Verosika Mayday. The two hit things off again, with Blitzo doing something he'd never done before that shocked his employees: he apologized. He apologized for how he treated her back when they'd dated and for being a shitty boyfriend. Surprisingly, Verosika had forgiven him and confessed to missing him. As a result, the two decided to give each other another shot, leading them to spend an entire day together in bed. The week that followed had been one of love and happiness between the two, and also lots of hot, passionate, dirty sex.

However, one pothole in their relationship that needed to be fixed was the sexual deal between Blitzo and Stolas. While Verosika had reluctantly allowed her boyfriend to continue it, despite it hurting her heart, Blitzo had decided to end the literal fucking relationship with Stolas. Choosing to devote himself to Verosika. Which made the popstar very happy.

However, the imp knew it wasn't going to be an easy thing to do. Not that he didn't mind ending the fucking arrangement; he felt it was getting old anyway. It was just that he was making someone of royalty unhappy, which never led to anything good.

And it wasn't like his past relationships where he'd usually do some asshole-like stunt that would skip to all the sappy, heartbreaking shit. He needed to tell Stolas upfront and in person that he was ending what they had.

Not that it was like this was an actual relationship he was ending. What he and Stolas had were more two dudes who fucked for benefits. Blitzo's access to the grimoire, and Stolas… well, both his desire to piss off his bitch wife and to satisfy his fetish for imps. But still, the contract killer had gone through some changes in the last while, and he didn't want to be a complete dick when ending it. He'd go in, return the book, and end it before Stolas could get any kinky ideas. He would tell Stolas that he had a new means of accessing the mortal realm, and most importantly, he'd fallen in love with his ex-girlfriend and was working on being better for her.

He wasn't sure if the prince would understand that last part, but he had to try.

"Besides," Bltizo said to himself, "I'm sure he's gotten tired of the same old, flameless fucking. Maybe he'll understand and want to go find some royal prick that he can love and fuck at the same time."

Despite his motivational pep talk, it didn't hype him up as much as it should've. So he pulled out his flask and started chugging down some hard, strong liquor, which barely soothed his frustrations.

After another minute or two of driving, hitting a fire hydrant and some pedestrians along the way, Blitzo made it to Stolas' mansion, parked his company van outside, and got out with the heavy grimoire, getting a piggyback ride from him.

Blitzo expected the prince or one of his underlings to open the door when he knocked. But nothing happened, and he got no response when he knocked on the door again.

"Oh, for crying out loud. STOLAS! OPEN THE GOD DAMN DOOR!"

Looking around, Blitzo noticed a note taped to the door.

Blitzy,

The door is open. Please make your way to my chambers and come on in. I have something for you, my little imp.

Sincerely Stolas ;)

Bltizo crumbled the note, tossed it aside, and opened the door.

"Christ's sake. Why can't he answer the door himself," he cussed. He knew all too well that the prince was probably trying to present himself in some sexual way in hopes of turning him on. "Well, not tonight, prince. I'm with Verosika now. And even though I haven't told her yet, I love her. And you're not going to fuck it up for me like you did your marriage."

He went up several flights of stairs, dragging that annoyingly heavy book, passing one overly decorated room after another. Blitzo had to admit Striker had a point with his distaste for the higher-ups. They were a bit spoiled, and Stolas was no exception.

Reaching the door he'd been through repeatedly since starting this affair, Blitzo opened it, revealing a candle-lit room with rose petals all over the floor. Oh, and how could he not see, resting on the bed in a sensual pose, wearing nothing but his usual silk red robe, which revealed both his chest and lower private area? Much to Blitzo's annoyance, it caused him to cover his eyes.

"Oh, Blitzy," Stolas chirped. "I've been waiting for you."

The imp reluctantly removed his hand from his eyes, fortunate to see Stolas had gotten out of the sexual position, reaching under his pillow, looking for something.

"Now, before we begin, as I said in the note I left you, I have something important to give you," Stolas said eagerly.

Knowing it was now or never, Blitzo lifted the grimoire just above his horns, then threw it as far as his skinny imp limps could. The results caused the book to drop hard onto the rose peddle-covered floor between the two, making a thump loud enough to distract Stolas from what he'd been doing and look over towards the imp.

Seeing as he had Stolas' attention, Blitzo said something he'd wanted to say longer than he'd realized.

"Stolas, it's over! The sex. The affair. It's all fucking over!"

This caused the four-eyed owl demon's eyes to twitch and his beaked mouth to open, with no words to follow.

Blitzo knew what was about to follow. Rather than take it as a respectful person should've, the imp decided to leave things at that and get out of this god-forsaken place. "Well… see ya," he waved before dashing through the door and hurrying through the hallway.

However, he heard the sound of the door opening again, followed by the princes' cries.

"Blitzy, wait! Come back! We can talk. Work out whatever it is you're not happy about. Please, come back. PLEASE!"

Blitzo had just reached the front entrance when he turned his head around to see Stolas on the far end of the entrance, his left arm reaching out to him, his eyes leaking tears.

The imp groaned. He knew he couldn't get out of this without an explanation. While he'd planned it, he'd also hoped to avoid it for Verosika's safety if possible. Though he knew he'd find out about them one way or the other. It might as well be from him.

"Sigh… I have a girlfriend now. She's an ex, but we met again at a bar, had fun, talked a bit, and decided to get back together. You met her at Ozzie's. The hit, successful, sexy popstar, Verosika Mayday. It's great. We've been on three dates in the last week alone and haven't shouted at each other once. Not to mention, the sex is phenomenal. Like way better than any of my other sex partners, including you. Anyway, I'm working on being better for her to show her how committed I am to our relationship; that means no sleeping with other people, not even for benefits. Unless, of course, she's involved in it somehow. Meaning, I can't keep screwing you."

His explanation only made Stolas feel worse than he already was. His legs gave out, and he dropped onto the floor. He couldn't believe what was happening after what he planned for tonight, the gift he was about to give Blitzo. "Wait, the crystal!" Stolas thought. If he gave Blitzo the crystal, maybe he could salvage things between the two. But first, he had to keep Blitzo here.

"But… what about the grimoire?" the prince asked. "How are you going to get to Earth so that you can kill all those potential sinners for your business?"

Stolas had expected Blitzo to reply, saying he'd figure something out alone. Then Stolas planned to say, "Say no more." Then, dash back up to his room, grabbed the crystal, and presented it to Blitzo, revealing what he'd been planning tonight. However, fate had other plans in store.

"As it happens," Blitzo replied. "I found another way to access the human world. One that isn't… illegal. And it doesn't require me to have to stick my dick in you once a month."

That shattered Stolas' hopes. "But… but… but…"

"Listen, Stolas, what we had… it wasn't anything more than two guys fucking for different results. You wanted pleasure that you weren't getting from your sucky marriage. And I, well… wanted your magic book so that I could make a living killing filthy human waste. But things have changed. I have someone in my life I care about. And you… well… you have your money and power. That should be more than enough to get sex from whoever you want. Besides my daughter. God, if you go anywhere near my little girl, I will shoot you like the pest you are."

Blitzo spoke hurtfully and calmly as if none of this was an issue to say to the bird that cared so much about him. Stolas felt his sad pain replaced with the anger and hatred he only felt around his miserable wife.

However, unlike when dealing with Stella, whom Stolas had years of experience holding in his anger for, the prince of the Goetia family couldn't keep it in check.

"Oh. I see! It would seem that everything they say about you filthy imps is true," he cried out. Standing up, the anger continued to boil inside himself. "How you're all filthy, disgusting rats who feed on the venerable, taking all that they have until you have no use for them."

This pissed off the imp. "Hey! You higher-ups are no better. You force us imp, and all others you believe to be beneath you, to do whatever you want for barely payable wages—stuffing yourselves with the finest foods and wearing the finest clothing. All the while, people like us filthy imps wear worn-out outfits that we have to sow together and sometimes pull out of the literal trashcan and eat whatever we can get our hands on to survive. Hell, the only reason you fucked me was because you're horny and have a kink for the forbidden crap. And at least I'm ending it because I found someone I love. Unlike you, who marries for power and doesn't care if he hurts people, like your own daughter, for a simple fling just for kicks."

That was the last straw for Stolas.

"Get out," he calmly demanded.

"Hey, in my defence, I was already going when you-" Before Blitzo could finish, Stolas threw what was probably a costly vase at him, which the imp barely dodged.

"GET OUT!"

"Geeze! Okay, alright, I'll leave. But just so you know, I've had exes who were less bitchy than you are after I dumped their shit, and unlike us, we were in actual, romantic relationshi-"

Stolas threw another priceless antique on display at the imp. Then another. And another. And they then reached for furniture.

Taking the hint while dodging what the prince was throwing at him, Blitzo hurried out of the mansion, back to his van and drove off.

"That could've gone better," he snarked as he drove home.

With Blitzo gone and out of the prince's life, maybe forever, Stolas dropped the chair he'd been prepared to throw at the imp and slumped his back onto the stairs he'd been standing in front of. He breathed in and out super fast, and his heart rate had risen by a hundred beats.

He had never felt such pain in his heart before, probably because he'd never felt such betrayal in all his life. The imp he'd liked, no loved since childhood, the one who'd stolen his heart and given him pleasure unlike anything his miserable marriage had ever given him, had just returned the bloody organ, and it was completely and utterly shattered. It hurt so bad. He expected this night might not go as smoothly as he'd hoped, but he'd at least thought that he and Blitzo would be able to work out some arrangement that kept them together in some way. Maybe even as simple friends.

"But no," he said aloud to no one. "Before I could express my true feelings to him, he shattered them like glass. Saying what we had was meaningless! I mean, who does that sort of shit to someone, anyone, regardless of the social class?"

It was then that Stolas realized something. "I disgraced the Goetia name for that imp!" he cursed. "I motivated my wife to hire mercenaries to kidnap, torture, and attempt to murder me because I thought there was something meaningful to us. I pleaded with a member of the Seven Deadly Sins to help his business. A business that is illegal and risks jeopardizing relations between Hell and Heaven! All for a two-timing, backstabbing, LOWLIFE IMP! AAAARRRGGGGHHHHH!" he screamed, nearly going into his complete demon form.

He then collapsed onto the stairs, wallowing in his misery, crying a pool of tears around himself.

Good thing he'd sent his daughter and servants away for the night. He could not bear to let anyone see him in this state. Hell's media was going to get a knockoff if they learned that a member of the Goetia family, who'd been cheating on his spouse for an imp, had gotten dumped by the very same imp. He'd already been receiving rude comments and insults from those within the avian community. Every time he interacted with any of them, he'd be ridiculed, especially by Stella.

Stolas nearly puked at the thought of his soon-to-be ex-wife.

"Stella," he coughed. Oh, of all the people in the universe, Stella, whom he'd cheated on with Blitzo, was the last person he wanted to learn of this breakup, yet she was probably going to be one of the first to hear about it. It would start a level of torment far worse than what that cowboy assassin could ever do to him. She'd annoy him constantly, reminding him of the breakup. She'd use it to gain favour for their divorce, probably acquiring much of Stolas' assets and getting a majority, if not complete, custody of Octavia.

That was when a new realization came into the prince's mind that made him tremble. Octavia had not been dealing well with him cheating on her mother or their divorce. And she was already distancing herself from him. With all the shit that was sure to come down on Stolas, it would hit her as well. The humiliation. The disgrace. The shame. All for being the sole heir to Stolas. She would hate him so much that she would never speak to him again.

He was going to lose his daughter. All because of…

"DAMN YOU BLITZO!" he cursed. "GOD DAMN YOUR ROTTEN SOUL TO THE ABYSS!"