Chapter 1: The Client and the Box:
Hell, Pride Ring, eight months earlier:
A van sped down the streets of Imp City, blowing through traffic lights and stop signs. The tires squealed as it rounded a corner, the rubber leaving skid marks across the asphalt. Three of the van's four occupants gripped their seats tightly, annoyed by the fourth's atrocious driving.
"Sir! Please slow down!" an imp shouted from the backseat.
"Shut up, Moxxie!" The driver shouted back, "It's too early for your bullshit!" The imp, Moxxie, just grumbled and gripped his seat tighter.
"It's okay, hon," a female imp, his wife Millie, sitting next to him said in a thick southern drawl, "He's just being predictable."
He mumbled something inaudible before taking a sip of his venti traditional misto. The van went on two wheels as they rounded another corner, nearly making him spill his coffee in his lap. The female hellhound riding shotgun growled in annoyance as she braced herself, dropping her phone on the floor.
"Blitzo!" she said angrily.
"Relax, Loona," the driver, Blitzo (the o is silent) said, "You know you love daddy's driving!" The hellhound, Loona, just rolled her eyes and grabbed her phone from the floor.
A few more minutes and several broken traffic laws later, the van pulled into a rundown parking lot behind an old office building. The four demons hopped out of the van and headed inside. Taking the elevator up to the third floor, they walked to a door labeled I.M.P. Blitzo pulled a key from his pocket and unlocked the door. He threw it open and walked inside, the others following him in.
The door led them into a reception area, a large desk placed on the wall in front of them. The desk had a computer monitor in the center and a phone on its right corner. Loona, without looking up from her phone, walked over to the desk and sat down in the padded office chair behind it. The others went through another door beside the desk and continued further through the office. They walked down the hall towards a door labeled 'Conference Room.' Blitzo grabbed the knob and opened the door. He flipped on the lights, revealing a long table lined with chairs in the center of the room. The wall to their right had a giant dry erase board nearly covering the entire wall. The board was covered in childish drawings, colorful graphs, and profanity ridden ramblings. Moxxie and Millie sat down on the right side of the table while Blitzo paced back and forth in front of the board.
"Alright, I know that business has been a bit slow lately," he said, "It's no one's fault, not naming any names here, Moxxie."
"This again, sir?" he asked in annoyance.
"What, Moxxie?" Blitzo asked in reply.
"Blaming me for slow business," he replied.
"Well, it's your fault, Moxxie, deal with it," Blitzo said childishly, crossing his arms over his chest. Moxxie facepalmed with a groan, dragging his fingers down his face.
"Anyway," Blitzo continued, "Does anyone have any ideas?" Moxxie and Millie shared a glance before returning their attention to him, a blank look present on their faces.
"Alright, fuck me then!" he said angerly. The door to the conference room opened and Loona poked her head in.
"Blitzo, that horny rich guy is on the phone," she said.
"God damn it!" he shouted, storming out of the room. He followed Loona to the phone on her desk and grabbed the receiver.
"What do you want, Stolas?" he asked.
Across the city, inside a lavish mansion, a giant owl demon was relaxing in a warm bubble bath. He spun a finger in the water, making a small whirlpool. His other hand held a red phone to his head.
"Come now, Blitzy," he said in a seductive tone, "You know I can't go a day without hearing from my impish plaything." Blitzo groaned on the other end of the line.
"Ugh, seriously? I'm busy right now!" he said.
"I'm sure you are," Stolas said, "But while we're on the subject of business, you remember our little agreement over my Grimoire?"
"This again?" Blizto asked with annoyance.
"Of course, Blitzy," Stolas said cheekily, "If you want to keep using my Grimoire, you must..."
Outside, a young, female owl strode down the hall, carrying a cup of coffee. Walking by the bathroom door, she stopped when she heard her father's ridiculous crooning.
"Then, I'll (bleep) your (bleep)," he said in an almost deranged voice. The owl girl let out a sigh and continued to her room.
Once inside, she set her coffee down on her dresser then sat on her bed. Putting in her ear buds, she flicked on her favorite song and laid down on the mattress. She stared at the stars on her ceiling while the music hit her ears. She'd been doing this a lot lately, as her home life began to deteriorate over the years. She remembered when she was young, how she and her parents would always do things together, whether it be the lavish dinner parties with Hell's elite, or trips to Loo Loo Land. they'd seemed like the perfect family, but as time went on, the cracks started to show.
It seemed that every day, her mother, Stella, would fly into a rage, yelling at her father about being a terrible husband. These insults were usually followed by broken furniture. She couldn't understand why her mother acted this way. She always seemed happy with Stolas. Or maybe she was just good at faking it, she didn't know. She tried to push through it, telling herself these were just normal marital arguments.
But all that changed with the imp. She didn't know the full extent of their relationship, but the imp made her parents failing marriage even worst. Apparently, Stolas had slept with him in their bed, and the imp had told Stella he slept with Stolas right to her face. And that went about as well as you'd think. After that, her mother only yelled at Stolas more. She even attacked his defenseless plants. Stolas remained submissive, and despite the pain it caused, he only continued to see the imp.
The owl girl removed one of her ear buds. She sighed as she could still hear her father rambling off his sexual fetishes down the hall. She briefly wondered if the imp was even still on the phone. She reinserted her ear bud and turned up her music. She closed her eyes, letting the music flow through her, creating a world where she could be free from her misery.
"Okay, enough! Goodbye!" Blitzo said, slamming the phone back on the desk. He could only handle Stolas' sexual ramblings for a couple of minutes before his patience ran out.
"Hey, don't break my phone!" Loona said with a growl.
For once he ignored her and headed back to the conference room, grumbling the whole way about the 'feathered freak.' It was times like this where he wondered if sleeping with Stolas was worth it. He barged through the conference room door and went back to pacing at the front of the room. Moxxie and Millie looked on with concern.
"Are you alright sir?" Millie asked.
"I'm fine, Millie," he replied, "I just...what were we talking about?"
"Uh...how to get our business going again," Moxxie replied.
"Right!" Blitzo exclaimed, "So, the privileged asshat told me through his sexual ramblings that he needs his book back tonight, which means we need a client right now! The question is how?"
"Well, we could do another commercial," Moxxie suggested.
"Okay, first off, the old one is fine," Blitzo said, "And second, that would take too long."
"Well, I got nothing, sir," Moxxie said with a shrug. Blitzo pinched the bridge of his nose.
"You're useless Moxxie," he grumbled.
"What!?" he asked angerly, "I'm trying my best, sir! It's not like a client's gonna call out of nowhere." A knock came from the door.
"Blitzo," Loona's voice said from the other side, "There's a client on the phone."
"Ha! Hear that!?" he exclaimed, "Suck it, Moxxie!"
He flipped him the bird before excitedly skipping out of the room. Moxxie gripped the table tightly, Millie scooting close to him. She pulled him to her chest, slowly rubbing her hands across his head. His grip loosened on the table, and he took a deep breath to calm his nerves. Blitzo, meanwhile, skipped into the reception area and grabbed Loona's phone.
"Thank you for calling I.M.P.," he said happily, "My name is Blitzo, the O is silent, who can I kill for you today?" There were a few seconds of silence before a male voice was heard.
"What O?" he asked.
"Uh...don't worry about it," he replied, "So, what can we do for you?"
"I need an old partner of mine dead," the client replied, "I'll pay ten thousand for confirmation of death, and another ten if you find his lockbox."
"Lockbox?" Blitzo questioned.
"Yeah," the client replied, "Silver box, 'bout the size of a suitcase."
"Uh, okay," Blitzo said, "So, where's this guy live?"
"Fairfield, California," the client replied, "He works a day job at the Walmart, his house is a few streets down. Just look for a red Ford F150, Jurassic Park emblem on the door."
"Alright, consider this asshole offed!" Blitzo shouted, again slamming the phone down.
"Blitzo! Again?!" Loona yelled in anger. Like before, he ignored her and ran back to the conference room, kicking the door open.
"Alright, listen up, fuck sticks!" he shouted as he entered the room, "Someone wants someone dead, and is paying ten thousand!"
"Wow!" Millie exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
"And he's paying us ten thousand more if we find his target's lockbox!" he continued.
"What's so special about this lockbox. sir?" Moxxie asked.
"Who cares, Moxxie! It's more money for us!" he replied, "Now, come on, slow fucks!"
He ran from the conference room, heading down the hall to where they kept the Grimoire. Moxxie and Millie followed shortly after, seeing the door to the room wide open. They stepped inside to find Blizto drawing the pentagram for the portal to the living world. They opened their lockers on the opposite wall to get their guns. Both grabbed their favorite handguns, the Arex Zero 1. They also gabbed and put on their 'human 'disguises', which were just a collection of loose-fitting clothing that concealed their imp features.
Blitzo finished the pentagram, placing the Grimoire on a stand in front of it. He went to his locker and grabbed his Star Megastar with a custom-made threaded barrel. He dug around a bit before finding his suppressor. He stuffed the gun into the holster he had under his coat, slipping the suppressor in his pants pocket. He quickly dressed in his 'human disguise' and joined Moxxie and Millie near the pentagram.
"Alrighty," he said, "Let's get this shit goin'!"
He ran his fingers across the Grimoire. A small fire appeared in the center of the pentagram, slowly expanding across its entirety. The flames died down, revealing trimmed hedges and a parking lot on the other side of them. Blitzo waved Moxxie and Millie forward and they stepped through the portal. Blitzo grabbed the Grimoire and followed them through the portal as it closed. Before long, their clothes were soaked with rain. Somehow, they hadn't noticed it was raining heavily before the went through the portal. The freezing November air didn't help.
"What is this weather!?" Moxxie complained, pulling up the hood on his tacky jacket.
"Shut up, Moxxie!" Blitzo snapped, "Let's just find this asshole, kill 'em and leave!"
They crept through the bushes, moving towards the Walmart parking lot. They looked over the parked cars, searching for their victim's truck. Finally, a few rows form the store's second entrance, they spotted their target's truck.
"Thank God this asshole didn't park close to the street," Blitzo said, seeing the street on the opposite side of the lot filled with traffic.
"How do you want to play this, sir?" Moxxie asked. Blitzo looked over the lot for a moment, thinking of a plan. He pointed over the cars, speaking softly to himself. After a few moments he spoke.
"Okay," he said, "We'll sneak through the cars, then hide in the bed of his truck."
"You're sure he won't notice us?" Moxxie asked, unsure of his plan.
"Maybe, but if you got a better plan, I'm all ears," Blitzo said through gritted teeth.
Moxxie sighed. He knew it would be pointless to argue. Especially since he didn't have a plan. They glanced around for any humans who might see them. Seeing none nearby, they crept towards the truck, staying low to the ground. They quickly ducked behind a SUV as a family of humans walked by. Once they passed, the imps jogged towards the truck.
Blizto climbed the rear bumper, seeing the bed filled with wooden boxes. He hopped inside, motioning Moxxie and Millie to follow. Moxxie hopped up on the bumper first before climbing over the tailgate. Millie jumped onto the bumper, Moxxie extended his hand, helping her over the tailgate. Blitzo laid himself against the side of the bed. He pulled a wooded box lid over him to block the rain. Moxxie and Millie squeezed themselves inside another box. It was uncomfortable, but it was better them sitting in the rain. Now, they waited.
They weren't sure how much time had passed, but eventually the heard the sounds of footsteps approaching the truck. Blizto, who had dozed off, was stirred awake by the noise. They heard the truck door open, feeling it shift as someone climbed inside. They then heard the door slam shut and the engine start. Moments later the truck began to move, slowly making its way out of the lot. The imps were roughly jostled when the truck rolled over a couple speed bumps. Moxxie grumbled as he rubbed his head, having hit it against the top of the box.
Soon after, they were heading down the road. The rain had died down somewhat, making the ride a bit more pleasant. After stopping at a few intersections, the truck made a left turn and drove down a residential street. The truck then pulled into the driveway of a house near the end of the street. They heard the truck's engine shut off, and the driver door open. Their target grunted as he climbed out of his truck. They heard him walk towards his house, the jingle of keys accompanying him. The target unlocked and opened his front door, slamming it shut a moment later, the deadbolt turning with a clunk. The imps peeked over the bed of the truck, making sure the coast was clear.
"How do you want to do this, sir?" Moxxie asked. Blitzo rubbed his chin in thought.
"M&M," he began, "Sneak around the back, shatter a window or the patio door for a distraction, I'll kick in the front."
"That's...actually a good plan," Moxxie said, astonished by his moment of brilliance.
"No shit! I'm a fuckin' genus!" he said, screwing his suppressor on the muzzle of his Megastar. Moxxie rolled his eyes before he and Millie jumped from the bed of the truck and ran towards the backyard. Blitzo dropped to the ground and jogged to the front door, waiting for Moxxie and Millie.
Inside the home, the owner sat himself on his couch, taking a sip of coffee from his thermos. The caffeine wasn't helping, his eyes felt heavy. The morning was spent meeting with an old friend, or acquaintance really, of whom he owed a favor to. And, oh, he wished he hadn't. But at the very least, he was happy to finally be rid of the thing for good.
The sound of his fence creaking pulled him from his thoughts. He reached down to his waist and grabbed his Walther P22. He slowly stood from the couch, moving quietly towards his kitchen. He stood on the side of his living room wall, peeking around the corner. From here, he could see through his patio door into the backyard. It had stopped raining, droplets of water falling from the gutter and onto the patio. The bush near the corner of the yard was slumped over slightly from the weight of the water soaking its leaves. The owner scanned the yard, seeing nothing. He turned around and started walking back to his couch.
Suddenly, the patio door exploded in a shower of broken glass. The owner immediately whipped around and fired a few rounds at the two figures that charged inside. They dove behind the island in the kitchen. The owner moved into the dining room, his gun at the ready. A loud bang came from the front door, like someone was trying to break it down. The owner moved further into the dining room, using the wall for cover. A second bang come from the door as it was forced open. The owner turned and fired several rounds through the wall, the slide on his Walther locking back. He dropped the empty magazine on the floor and reinserted a new one. Before he could send the slide forward, a bullet came through the wall and struck him in the stomach.
His world seemed to tilt as fire erupted in his gut. His Walther fell to the floor as he stumbled back, landing hard on the tiles. A figure rounded the corner, a suppressed handgun in its grasp. The two figures from earlier appeared from behind the island. The owner noticed the figures were rather short, two standing under four feet, the last standing just under five.
"Nice work, sir," one of the short ones said, its voice giving it away as a male.
"No shit, I'm amazing," the taller one, also male, boasted.
"He's still breathing, Blizto," the second shorter one, a female, said.
"So he is," the one named Blitzo said, strutting towards him.
He kneeled down next to the owner, who met his gaze. The owner saw that this Blizto was not human. His skin was red, long horns jutting from under the tacky hat he wore. The two shorter ones had the same red skin, and smaller horns barely stuck out from their hoods.
"What the hell are you supposed to be?" he asked weakly.
"Who cares. We're here 'cause someone wants you dead," Blitzo replied, aiming his gun at his head.
"But Blitzo, we need the box," the female one said. He groaned in frustration and lowered his gun.
"Alright you, the guy who hired us said you had a box, where is it?" he asked. The man coughed a few times before answering.
"It ain't here," he said.
"Look, we have to get back to Hell sometime today, fuck stick!" Blitzo snarled in anger, "Where is it!?"
"Don't tell him that, sir!" the shorter male exclaimed.
"Enough, Moxxie!" he shouted.
"Hell huh?" the man said, "I think I know who sent you. Another reason to not give you the box. He probably didn't tell you what your messin' with." Blitzo rubbed his temples, stepping aside to calm himself. Moxxie stepped forward, kneeling next to the man.
"Look Mr..." he began, waiting on the man to tell him his name.
"Childs," the man said, "David Childs."
"Okay, Mr. Childs. Just tell us where the box is," Moxxie demanded, cocking his gun, "We promise we'll make it quick."
"Can't do that," Childs said with a cough.
"Alright, fuck it!" Blitzo shouted, stepping up to Childs and shooting him in the head, "M and M, tear the house apart, find that box."
Moxxie and Millie left the dining room and headed to the bedrooms. Blitzo searched the floor for a few moments before finding the spent case from his pistol. He picked up the .45 A.C.P case and stuck it in his pocket. He sat himself down on one of the dining room table chairs, using his phone to take a picture of Childs' body for proof of death. He could hear Moxxie and Millie throwing things around further in the house. He got up from the chair and went to join them, stopping in the doorway of a bedroom, seeing the floor covered in clothes, dresser drawers, and electric cables. Moxxie was on all fours, rummaging under the bed while Millie was digging through the closet. Blitzo walked inside, stepping on top of the discarded clothes.
"Find anything?" he asked.
"Nothing yet sir," Millie replied.
"Okay, I'll go check another room," Blitzo said, leaving the room and entering another across the hall.
Before he could start searching, a sound hit his ear. It took him a moment to recognize it, but when he did, he let out a growl. Someone must've heard the gunfire and called the police.
"Shit! It's the cops!" he said, "We need to leave!"
"How, sir!?" Moxxie shouted back.
"We'll uh...cut through the back!" Blitzo replied, running from the room, Moxxie and Millie close behind.
They ran through the shattered patio door and into the backyard. They quickly hopped the fence and moved through the bushes beside the house. The first patrol car pulled up to the curb, two officers quickly leaving it and running to the front door.
"Police!" one of them shouted as they charged inside.
"Let's move before more show up," Blitzo said.
They snuck through the bushes and ran across the street to another house lined with thick hedges. The moment the three climbed inside the hedges, two more patrol cars showed up, parking behind the first one. The imps moved deeper into the hedges.
"What now, sir?" Moxxie asked.
"We have to find to open portal, think," Blitzo replied. Moxxie looked down the street. Near the end, he saw a few houses under construction.
"How 'bout there?" he asked, pointing at the houses. Blitzo followed his finger.
"Whatever," he replied, "Let's go."
They made sure the cops where inside the house before they sprinted towards the unfinished ones. More sirens could be heard in the distance, whether it was more police or an ambulance, they didn't know or care. They moved through the open doorway and headed deep inside the house, away from the windows. Blitzo pulled the Grimoire from his coat, drawing a pentagram beside it. He opened the book to the spell they needed and opened a portal. They quickly ran through it, the portal closing behind them in a cloud of smoke.
Travis Airforce Base, Spot H13, two hours earlier:
A puff of cigarette smoke was carried away by the wind. A man stood in front of a Boeing 747-8F, waiting for their final piece of cargo before they could depart. Flicking the cigarette butt away, the man adjusted his parka's hood, irritated about having to stand in the rain. A loud roar got the man's attention. He looked up towards the sound, watching a C-17 slowly disappear inside the low clouds.
A white bus pulled up in front of the man a minute later, another man stepping off it, carrying a large, metal case. He slipped in an ear plug into his left ear before approaching the other man. He set the case on the ground in front of him, the bus driving away from them. The man opened the case, inspecting its contents.
"What is this?" he asked in an annoyed tone, "I had to stand here in the pissin' rain for a bunch of fuckin' rocks!?"
"It ain't just rocks, Garret," the other man said, "You heard the rumors about what happened at the lab in Antartica? Back in '82?" Garret thought for a moment before he cocked an eye at him.
"You serious, Bill?" he asked, "You really believe that?"
"Yeah, a friend of mine was there, told me what happened. He told me to hide these from someone," Bill replied.
"Well, in off chance the rumors are true, I don't think giving it to InGen is the best idea," Garret countered.
"He didn't have alotta options," Bill said, "Come on, let's get out of the rain."
The two men walked towards the plane. They climbed the stair truck and into the cargo deck. Bill carried the box up the flight deck stairs, Garret closing the crew door behind him. Bill placed the case in the rear of the crew compartment, then joined the pilots in the cockpit. Garret climbed the stairs and sat in a seat behind the galley, across from the crew chief and loadmaster.
"Buckle up, Garret," Bill said from the cockpit, "We're getting ready to leave." He buckled his seatbelt before resting his head against the backrest. He wasn't looking forward to an eight-hour flight.
Bill sat down in one of the jump seats, the other holding the relief pilot. The main flight crew started the engines once the stair truck pulled away. The pilots taxied the 747 across the flightline towards runway 21 R. Bill stared out the windscreen as they went, glancing back and forth among the jets parked on the base's flightline. He moved his gaze from the line of C-17s to the C-5s before the pilots turned onto the runway. Cleared by the tower moments later, the pilots powered the engines to max thrust, the 747 slowly gaining speed till halfway down the runway when they became airborne. Bill shuffled himself in his seat, getting comfortable for the long flight to Jurassic World.
Hell, I.M.P. Building, ninety minutes later (short lemon):
The wall of the backroom erupted in flames before a portal opened in its center. The three imps jumped inside, the portal closing behind them. Blitzo brushed himself off, taking off his coat and tossing it to the side. He left the room to phone the client while Moxxie and Millie changed from their disguises. He barged into the reception area, seeing Loona still fiddling with her phone. She desperately needed a hobby. He grabbed the other phone on her desk and redialed the client. The phone rang a few times before the line picked up.
"Ah, Mr. Blitzo," the client said, "So, tell me the news."
"Well, uh," he began, "We killed the guy, Childs, but we couldn't find the box. He said he gave it to someone." He heard the client sigh through the phone.
"Yeah, I figured," he said, "I was hoping I could beat him to the punch. No matter, at least he's dead. I'll send the ten thousand for Child's death, plus another five for your troubles. Expect it in a day or two." Blitzo slammed his fist on the desk in excitement.
"Thanks so much, mister!" he said, "Hope to do business with you in the future!"
"Uh, yeah, well I'll see you around," the client said before hanging up. Blitzo hung up the receiver and headed to the conference room. Moxxie and Millie were sitting at the table, waiting for him.
"How did it go, sir?" Moxxie asked.
"Great," Blitzo replied, "Guy's paying us for the kill, plus some for our troubles."
"Oh wow, that's amazing!" Millie exclaimed, stars in her eyes.
"Yeah, it is," he said, uneased by her enthusiasm, "Welp, I have to go drop this back off at Stolas' place so, see ya tomorrow."
He left the room, heading back down the hall to grab the Grimoire. Moxxie and Millie shared a glance before the got up and left. They told Loona they were done for the day as they passed her, but she seemed too invested in her phone to acknowledge them. She'd figure it out eventually.
Blitzo emerged from the backroom shortly after, quickly heading to his van. He dreaded these 'meetings' with Stolas. That feather faced freak was always making him do such weird things to him. It wasn't like he had a choice in the matter. At least, if he wanted to keep his business alive. So, against his wishes, he had to satisfy Stolas' weird kinks once a month. However, even though he wouldn't admit it, a part of him enjoyed his time with the prince. He parked in front of Stolas' Mansion. He took a deep breath before he grabbed the Grimoire and climbed out of his van. He walked up the steps to the front door, knocking when he arrived. He waited from about a minute before the door opened. Standing in the doorway was a young, female owl, one he recognized.
"Oh, it's you," she said in a monotoned voice.
"Hi there, uh, Octavia, was it?" he asked.
"Yeah," Octavia replied with a sigh, "My dad's upstairs."
She moved from the doorway, allowing him to enter. She closed the door behind him and followed him upstairs before heading down the hall to her room. Blitzo went the opposite way, walking towards Stolas' bedroom. He knocked on the door, hearing Stolas' voice from inside.
"Come in, Blitzy," he said. Blitzo sighed and opened the door, seeing Stolas in his bed, dressed in a bathrobe. He twirled a glass of wine in his hand, all the while staring at him with an almost predatory look.
"Why, Blitzy," he crooned, "You look dashing tonight."
"Whatever," he said, walking to the bed, "Let's get this over with."
He set the Grimoire down on a table by the bed and begun removing his clothes. He climbed onto the mattress, dress only in his boxes and undershirt. Stolas opened his arms, welcoming him into his embrace. He ran his hands down his horns, planting a kiss on his forehead.
"Are you ready, my impish plaything?" he asked seductively.
"Of course, feather face," Blitzo said, matching his tone.
They locked their mouths together, their tongues fighting for control. Stolas reached down and squeezed Blitzo's butt before sliding his fingers into the waistband of his boxers. He curled his fingers and slowly pulled them down, his erection springing free from its fabric prison. He gripped the burning flesh, a moan of pleasure leaving his mouth. They released themselves from their kiss.
"Ravish me, Blitzy," Stolas whispered.
He moved to the head of his bed, laying his top half flat on the mattress and raising his hips in the air. Blitzo moved behind him and pulled off his robe, firmly grabbing his cheeks. Stolas giggled at the sensation, letting out a gasp when he felt his tongue press against his rear entrance. He pressed his face into the mattress, moaning in pleasure. He pushed his butt back into Blitzo's face. He gave both cheeks another firm squeeze, keeping the pressure with his tongue. He reached down between Stolas' legs, grabbing his shaft. Stolas let out another moan, each hand grabbing a fist full of the sheets. If Blitzo kept this up, he'd cum before the main event.
Blitzo soon released his shaft and pulled his mouth away from his butt. He stood to his feet and lined his cock with Stolas' spit lubed hole. He pressed the tip against it and slowly pushed inside. He placed his right hand on his butt and grabbed his tailfeathers with the other. Then, he slammed his hips forward, the slap of flesh echoing in the spacious room.
"Oh my, fuck!" Stolas moaned, his voice muffled by the mattress. Blizto continued slamming his hips against him, his cock awash in the heat of Stolas' hole.
"You like that!?" he asked, "You feathered freak!"
"Oh Blitzy!" Stolas crooned, "You're so rough today! Someone got paid, huh?"
"Fifteen K, bird boy!" he shouted, pounding Stolas further into the mattress.
He was getting close to his climax now, and he could tell Stolas was too. He sped up his thrusting, driving his heels into the mattress to brace himself. Sweat dripped from his forehead and his chest, the droplets landing on Stolas' ass. He clenched his teeth, the fire of his impending climax burning hotter. He gave a few more hard thrusts before slamming his hips home. He leaned forward and bite Stolas' neck as his climax spread through his loins. His cock pulsed, firing hot imp seed deep into his bowels.
"Oh Blitzy!" Stolas moaned into the mattress, the combination of the bite and the hot semen filling him triggered his climax.
His cock flared, sending thick strings of white onto his sheets. Blitzo grunted into his neck as the clenching of his anal muscles squeezed his shaft. Coming down from their highs, Stolas flopped down on the mattress, Blizto falling with him. Both were panting heavily, covered in sweat. He rolled off of Stolas, his cock sliding from his hole. He laid on his back and stared up at the ceiling. Stolas shifted over and laid his head on Blitzo's chest.
"Can you go again?" he asked.
"Yeah," Blizto replied, "Just give me a minute." Stolas giggled and cuddled closer to him, eagerly waiting for another round of hot demon sex.
Imp City outskirts, abandoned warehouse, one hour earlier:
The door to the old supervisor's office opened with a creak. A large demon strolled in the room and sat himself down in an old office chair. He drug his hands down his face. Fucking Childs. He knew Childs would send the box off to those bastards at InGen. He was hoping those imps from the billboard he saw when he arrived here two days ago would've got to him before then, but it seemed the universe wasn't on his side. It was bad enough Childs had put a bullet in his brain, but losing the box added insult to injury.
The demon sighed. He still had contacts in the living world, but he needed to get a hold of them somehow. He couldn't use those imps again, he needed this to stay quiet. Maybe he could try stealing their special book. No. He didn't know much about Hell, but he knew that imps were the bottom of the totem pole, so doubted something that powerful actually belonged to them. He'd have to some digging to find another way to the surface.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out his freshly stolen phone, the dried blood from the previous owner staining the case. He opened the web browser and began looking up everything he could about this place. While the place he was in, Imp City, did not have much use to him, another place, Pentagram City, did. According to the website he was on, this was where most of the so called "Sinners" ended up. He read that there were classes of Sinners, some being as low as the imps, others, called Overlords, that were incredibly powerful. While they might be in the best position to help him, he decided against it. This was Hell, after all. Working with these Overlords might end up bad for him.
He scrolled further down the web page, seeing an advert for something called The Happy Hotel. The website didn't explain much about it, but said it was run by the Princess of Hell. Huh. He could think about that later. Another advert was one for a concert from a succubus called Verosika Mayday. A picture above the article showed a tall, pink female demon, dressed in rather revealing clothing. He cocked an eye at her appearance. He read through the article, stopping about halfway when saw something interesting.
It was a short sentence, but it told him everything he needed to know. The sentence stated that incubi and succubi have access to the living world through something called an Asmodian Crystal. A smile appeared on his face. While succubi and incubi appeared to be high level demons, they were still low enough that someone wouldn't notice one missing. He read through the rest of the article, seeing this concert was one month away.
He locked his phone's screen and placed it on a table next to him. Now that he had a goal, his mind began forming a plan. He'd have to get to the city, lure one of them into an alleyway or something, kill them and steal the crystal. Shouldn't be too hard. He stood up and walked to a nearby window. He took a deep breath, his energy returning. Once he was back in the living world, he could meet his contacts, get the box back, and together, they'd create something that will have the entire world at their feet. He looked over Imp City's skyline. A sinister smile formed on his face. Maybe, after they conquered Earth, they would take over Hell, too.
Stolas' Mansion, the next morning:
The hot water flowed over Blitzo's body, soothing his sore muscles. Maybe round two wasn't such a good idea. Or maybe it was, since he could enjoy a nice, hot shower without Stolas fawning over him. He grabbed a bar of fancy soap and lathered his body before rising off the suds. He turned off the shower and toweled himself off, dressing in the bathrobe Stolas bought him. Though he was annoyed when Stolas first gave it to him, he grew to like it.
Leaving the bathroom, he walked downstairs to the kitchen. Halfway down, the smell of freshly brewed coffee filled his nose. Assuming Stolas was awake, he hesitated outside the kitchen. He took a deep breath and peeked around the corner. Inside was only Octavia, no sign of Stolas. He sighed in relief and strolled inside the kitchen. He stopped at the coffee maker and poured himself a cup.
"You're still here?" he heard Octavia ask in a dull tone.
"Don't worry, I'm leaving," he grumbled in reply, "After some coffee."
He downed half the cup before topping it off again. The air in the kitchen was tense. He knew Octavia didn't like him that much, but he didn't care. He didn't care what a lot of people thought about him, really. Or at least that's what he told himself. He downed the second cup of coffee, pushing that thought aside. Leaving the kitchen, he headed back toward Stolas' bedroom to grab his clothes. When he arrived, he quietly opened the door and peeked inside.
The room was a complete mess. The furniture was knocked over, the bedsheets were ripped, and there were questionable fluids on the floor. Stolas was lying naked face down on the bed, hooting softly as he slept. Blitzo tip toed across the room toward his clothes. He quietly dressed himself and snuck back to the door, closing it behind him. He headed out of the mansion and back to his van. Starting the engine, he stomped the gas a few times to warm it up. After a minute, he put the gear into drive and sped back to his apartment.
Stolas let out a groan and rolled onto his back. His eyes fluttered open, their gaze focused on the tan paint of his ceiling. He looked to his right, seeing that Blitzo was gone. He sighed, hating when he did this. Sometimes he could be so difficult, making Stolas wonder if he was the problem. He sat up in his bed and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He grabbed his robe, slipping it on while stuffing his feet into his favorite bunny slippers. He stifled a yawn as he left his bedroom and walked to his bathroom for a quick shower. Afterwards, he headed downstairs to the kitchen. Inside, he saw Octavia sitting at the table, shoving her hand inside a box of cereal.
"Good morning, Octavia!" he said, "How's my owlet today?"
"Alive," Octavia replied dully. A frown appeared on Stolas' face. He hated seeing her upset. But he knew just how to cheer her up.
"You know what we should do today?" he asked slyly.
"What?" Octavia asked in reply, clearly not amused.
"We should go to your favorite place in all of Hell," Stolas replied, "Let's take another trip to Loo Loo Land!"
"Loo Loo Land was destroyed last time we went," Octavia said, shoving a handful of dry cereal into her mouth.
"Oh yes, that's right," Stolas said, remembering the raging fire that burned the park to the ground. He thought for a moment, surely there was something they could do together. That's when an idea come to him.
"I know," Stolas said, "How about I take you to the human world?" Octavia froze upon hearing those words.
"The human world?" she questioned.
"Yes!" Stolas replied excitedly, "I think it'd be fun! You'll get to see so many fascinating things up there! Now, I'm going to go get dressed. Met me in the library in ten minutes."
Stolas left the kitchen, leaving Octavia with her thoughts. The human world? Stolas had often told her stories of his visit's topside, and they've always captivated her. Part of her hoped one day her father would take her with, but now that she had the chance, she was a little unsure about it. What would it be like? How will they blend in? All these questioned swirled in her mind. She took a couple deep breaths to calm her nerves.
Setting the box of cereal on the table, she stood up and walked to the library. She could hear Stolas humming inside. Had it been ten minutes already? She opened the door and stepped inside. In the center of the room, Stolas was standing in front of a podium, the Grimoire upon it. He rapidly flipped the pages, stopping halfway through the book.
"Now, tomorrow is what the humans call Thanksgiving," he began, "I'll be speaking at a small festival some weirdos are hosting. That gives us all of today to explore."
"Where are we going?" Octavia asked.
"The festival is in Gilroy, California," Stolas replied, "But we'll start in Suisun City. I have a few things stashed there from previous exploits. And nearby is the greatest store humanity has to offer!"
"What would that be?" Octavia asked curiously.
"You'll see my owlet," Stolas replied, "Once we're done there, then we'll head down to Gilroy."
"Okay," Octavia said. Stolas smiled and he rubbed his finger on the pages of the Grimoire. A small ring of fire appeared before it expanded outward, the center revealing a wide-open field and a busy road that could be seen in the distance. Tucking the book under his arm, he extended a hand towards Octavia, which she quickly took.
"Ready to go, my owlet?" he asked.
"Ready," she replied. Stolas gave her another smile, and they walked hand in hand through the portal.
Author's Note: Here's chapter one of Hell Freezes Over. I hope you enjoy. I did manage to find time to finish this chapter quicker than I had anticipated, however, that may not hold true to the other chapters. Like I said, MHWA and Haunted are the center of my focus for the time being. You can expect quicker uploads once one of those two stories are complete. Chapter five of MHWA is almost complete, I apologize for the delay, but the chapter turned out to be longer than anticipated, currently sitting at 9100 words. I hope to get the chapter uploaded before the holidays. In the meantime, please enjoy this chapter. A bit of a side note, I changed the alien of The Thing from it being discovered in a alien spaceship to it having been found in a meteorite. Constructive criticism welcome.