Helluva Affair
Chapter One:
Driving from Pride to Lust, he ended up in Gluttony. On a rainy and gloomy night. He watches as the rain begins to drizzle against his windshield. .
It was the middle of the goddamn night!.
When he got a call from his daughter, asking to be picked up from a Hellhound Bash that turned awkward at the arrival of Tex's girlfriend.
With a relentless headache pounding behind his eyes, Blitzo grabs his jacket and heads out into the cold and wet.
Grumpily, he swings open the car door and climbs in. Taking a moment to collect himself.
Before starting the car and heading out.
He arrived three hours later pulling up to the valet to wait.
After being conned into a night out. At the bar, Blitzo sat idly, trying to forget.
His throbbing heartache and the agonizing eight hours left a bitter taste in his mouth. He vaguely remembers the phone call. The long mind-numbing drive.
The deep rumbling voice asking if they were leaving and asking if they could stay for a drink.
"One drink, just one Loony and then straight home!" Says Blitzo.
But he should have known. That one drink quickly turned into two snowballing into three until he lost count all together.
Blitzo spun around in his swivel chair at the bar, where he could see the concert venue. There was someone out there giving him free alcohol tonight, and he wasn't complaining.
In fact he was willing to suck the dick of the imp responsible for allowing him to drown his sorrows in high-tier liquor.
A bottomless supply of alcohol. But as he scanned the crowd, not one imp stood out from the throng.
Blitzo's gaze fell upon his daughter who sat in a large circular booth surrounded by a bunch of hell-hounds who were spilling out of the booth.
A server placed a punch bowl in front of them along with an array of various appetizers.
The hell hound from before was in a race with another bloke matching him shot-for-shot while Loona slumped deeper into the booth nursing a drink. Staring morosely at her adoptive father who strangely looked out of place and was just tired of everyone's shit.
Blitzo's gaze fell upon his daughter who sat in a large circular booth surrounded by a bunch of hell hounds who were spilling out of the booth.
A server placed a punch bowl in front of them along with an array of various appetizers.
The hell hound from before was in a race with another bloke matching him shot-for-shot while Loona skunked deeper into the booth nursing a drink.
Staring morosely at her adoptive father who suddenly looked out of place and was just tired of everyone's shit.
She was so deep in her own thoughts that she barely heard her name being called out. Bringing her out of her daze and back into conversation.
Laughter erupted from the booth.
Blitzo could only shake his head, as his gaze went back to roaming over the bar, as he considered nine possibilities as to whom, his mysterious supplier was.
"That could be him, '' he thought with a slight purr, eyeballing a tall muscular imp with short ivory hair and coal black eyes.
Soulless obsidian eyes that bore into him sending a shiver down his body as they locked gazes.
"I wouldn't mind tapping that" He smirked while smiling around the glass of Beelzebub Honey. The sweet nectar was addictive, similar to Beelzebub that Verosika liked to guzzle down.
But only sweeter more toned down. It was a known creeper the imp didn't mind he needed the slow burn tonight. His eyes roam over the crowd landing upon another imp with serpent like features.
Short blood wine hair and deep electric green eyes that bore into his as a thick Irish accent rose up from the thrumming crowd.
A few burly imps, reminded him of the bouncer back in the Lust Ring. Blitzo's mood sours as his heart twinges while licking the golden residue from his lips and the stained glass that was painted to look like a beehive. A lump forms in his throat which he swallows, he needs to forget about Stolas. His only goal for tonight, was to go home sloshed with no recollection of this night, Then he could pretend none of this ever happened.
He downs another drink before resting his head against his arm, the buzz he felt was amazing.
The Bartender looks at him with a worried frown upon her face, setting a glass of water down in front of him. "On the house" she says. Blitz looked up, his eyes felt like their bleeding, swimming in misery. And, for a heart stopping moment Blitzo stilled as the bartender reminded him of his sister.
"Will this night, turned awkward fast" he thought as his mouth ran dry, her voice was deeper, and more motherly which brought him out his drunken stupor.
"Whatever it is, that is bothering ya, it'll get better, sugar." Blitzo gives her a broken hearted smile as he takes the glass sipping on it. Another glass of Beelzebub honey was placed before him along with three long necked bottles of smooth bourbon whiskey.
"Or maybe sugar-cube, I'll catch you" Striker purrs while slowly approaching the bar. Blitzo was out of Loona line of vision. The city- imp raised an eyebrow. "It's a small world after all Blitzy"
A rough night, for the boss, Bossman?" striker asks, while glancing at his disheveled appearance. "Heh, that distsy blueblood bail on ya?" "Then, Darlin, you're in good company tonight. Drink with me, let's make amends and start over" the cowboy insists. While pouring himself another glass and topping off Blitzo's.
" What's your game Cowboy?'' blitzo asks, suddenly turning to face Striker.
"Well, I'm still in the market for a partner, and between you and me, Blitz, the way your vermin called me partner, left an almost sour-bitter, rancid taste in my mouth. My heart is set on you, and cannot be swayed. "You have all the criteria I am looking for in a partner, I want to pick up where we left off at the festival, and most importantly Blitzy, I want my answer.
These past few months have given me time to think, and I've come to a decision. I want more than just a partnership from you" he purrs. His tail wraps around Blitzo's waist pulling the devil in closer to him.
The legs of the barstool screeched across the intricate marbled flooring.
Blitzo's answer was drowned out by the roar of the pit, as the Cowboy shoots a scathing look over Blitzo's shoulder to an approaching imp.
Striker's eyes narrowed into slits, as his arm coils around Blitzo's waist silently warning the muscular imp, A surly a son of a farmer to stay away from this one. This one was his. Golden eyes narrowed even further as the cowboy twisted his wrist, quietly revealing his holstered revolvers that rested at his hips.
Revolvers that held an ethereal light to them, they were surrounded by an ivory glow.
The imp with the broad chest took a step back, as if reconsidering. The Cowboy could hear him muttering under his breath a slew of foul words that would make a sailor blush. Striker smirks at another silent victory. He turns his attention back to the Boss imp.
"What in Lucifer are you saying!" "you inbred hick, how many brain cells do you have?.
Are you drunk?.
"I can handle my liquor partner," Striker reassures.
"You want me to marry you!, Blitz Slurs. "Only so you can get your claws on Stolas" Blitzo accused.
"You want to marry me, '' Blitz repeats again. Half joking, there was a somber edge to his voice: like what lurked beneath the surface was a torrent of a storm.
"If that is what it takes to have you by my side sugar-cube, to keep you all to my little o'l self" says Striker replacing the Beelzebub honey with another bottle of whiskey and a several shot glasses of burning toquilla. The bar-tender shot the cowboy a weary look as the snake imp