That evening, after closing the guest room door, Stolas went to kiss his daughter goodnight, before letting himself sink headfirst into his own bed. How he longed for Blitz's warm skin to caress his plumage, while hearing the imp's soft purrs in his sleep. So dangerous, but then again, so damn sweet! It was hard to even imagine him to work as an assassin…

Stolas rolled on his side, and remembered that one time Blitz had spent the night with him. They were just about to end their last round, when the imp gasped and came in Stolas, before collapsing onto his feathery ass, breathing unsteadily. The Goetic prince had seen his lover's reflection in one of the many mirrors ornamenting the room: his Blitzy, usually so strong and so tall, had come like a virgin, nearly taken by surprise by his own body… Still shaking, he had pushed himself upon his hands and whispered: "Hard day", before rolling back in a ball to sleep.

Stolas smiled, and recalled how Blitz had allowed him to hug him tight, when he usually pushed the prince away… Sometimes with a blush gracing his handsome face.

That particular night was the one following the rescue from the D.H.O.R.K.S. office in the human world. Blitz had seemed distant, melancholic, unreachable… He had never shared with Stolas what happened prior to the havoc I.M.P. crew had wrecked in the building. Apparently, both him and Moxxie had been taken prisoner by those agents. Stolas sighed. He was about to reach for his hellphone and call Moxxie, but decided against it. After the conversation he had earlier with Fizzarolli, he didn't want to talk anymore, with anybody.

Apart from Blitz.


Blitz woke up next morning with a massive headache, the kind that follows a long, far too long, sleep. He saw that he was in his underwear, in Stolas's palace, which was normal, but not in his room, which was less normal. He heard Olivia and the prince walking to the kitchen for breakfast, and decided to borrow a t-shirt from Stols in order to appear more… Presentable.

He found a Loo Loo Land Official Merch t-shirt. Perfect.


Olivia and Stolas were eating breakfast cereals quietly when they heard some rummaging coming from the owl prince's bedroom. Stolas simply quirked an eyebrow, and shrugged. "Must be the butler making the bed," he groaned while taking his first gulp of dark, sweet coffee, before going back to reading the morning paper. He only lifted his nose from his edition of The Hellington Post when Olivia gasped after seeing Blitz entering the kitchen and peevishly muttering, "Hello, y'all…"

As the teenager started to frantically text Loona about her dad, Stolas stood up and walked slowly towards the imp.

- Blitz… Dear Satan… Are you sure you're even well enough to be out of bed? And… And without your IV!

Blitz rubbed his neck, feeling way more guilty than he should…

- Oh, Stolas… I'm sorry for everything that happened. You shouldn't have had to act as my caretaker. I'll make sure to get out of your hair as soon as-

But before Blitz could even end his sentence, Stolas lifted him in his arms and sobbing his heart out against his relatively tiny frame.

- Stols… Please don't… C'mon, buddy, settle down…

Olivia came to pat her dad on the back (after taking a picture and sending it to Loona, followed by an "Awww" gif with a kitten on fire), and freed Blitz, who came to sit gingerly next to them all, still focusing on his feet.

- I don't know what to say. I acted like an-

For the second time, he was interrupted by Stolas, who still had fountains of tears streaming down both pairs of eyes.

- IF YOU EVER DARE SCARE ME LIKE THIS AGAIN, I SWEAR TO SATAN, I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'LL DO, BUT I'LL DO IT!

For the first time since he'd come, Blitz genuinely smiled to his lover, before leaning forwards and giving him a peck. Olivia could easily have made a rude comment about them both getting a room, but decided against it. She was relieved to see her dad, and Blitz, in the state they were.

Blitz suddenly clapped his hands, and called out, "Alrighty then, time for pancakes!"

In a matter of minutes, and after founding a lonely pack of pancake mix, fluffy blue pancakes had flown out of Stolas's pan and onto a set of plates. Blitz looked exhausted from standing up, and Stolas glared at him to sit down and rest while he went to fetch the syrup and butter.

Olivia, Stolas and Blitz happily gulped down their warm breakfast, the cereal bowls lying forgotten on a side of the table. Olivia even thanked Blitz, who answered he was used to fixing Loona's breakfast anyways, before frowning…

- Loona didn't come, did she?

Stolas felt a pang of hurt in the imp's voice. Loona hadn't come at all to visit, even having been invited. Olivia gave Blitz a comforting smile.

- She has sent me texts ever since you came, and has always insisted on how she was feeling a bit too sad to see you. She wanted to be sure she'd find you in good shape. I think she wouldn't have been able to bear seeing you with… You know.

- Oh… The IV. Yeah, probably not. My baby can't stand shots.

Blitz sighed, looking thoughtfully at his empty plate. Olivia stood up and said she would prepare to leave for school. Stolas came behind Blitz, and hugged him from behind. The imp let his horned head droop onto Stolas's shoulders.

"Why does everything I do backfire at me… And all the people I care for?" he whispered, his eyes held tightly shut. Stolas bent forwards to kiss his lips amorously. Satan, he had missed this forked tongue of his so much…

- Just shut up… Bloody shut up…

- Is that an order, Your Majesty?

Stolas snickered. He felt Blitz's chest heaving against his, his breathing quickening and eyelids drooping. The imp nipped Stolas's neck, before murmuring lustfully, "I think Olivia left the palace…"

Stolas smirked. "Oh, how I missed you, my impish little plaything…"

Blitz grimaced in disgust. He shoved himself away from Stolas, shaking his face. Stolas realised he'd acted exactly in the way Blitz had described on Halloween morning.

- I… Blitzy, I didn't mean to…

- Don't.

Blitz's tone was final. His head was turned away from Stolas, but the prince heard him gulping back the tears he was trying to hide.

- Don't, Stolas. It was stupid of me to come back. I should have known… We are, and will always be miles apart.

Stolas grabbed Blitz's wrist, and twisted him back for him to face him. He couldn't risk losing him again. The imp let out a sharp cry as the Goetic prince's talon seized his forearms, drawing blood, but Stolas didn't pay attention anymore, and thrusted him against the wall, panting, trembling.

"Bli… Blitz… You've got to listen to me," Stolas gasped, squeezing Blitz's arms harder in his hands, as if he was panicked the demon would escape if he released his grasp ever so slightly. "Please… Please listen to me… I've… I thought you loved it… Being called this way… I thought…"

Blitz let out a scream of pain. "Stop it! You're hurting me! Too tight! Too tight!"

Stolas held his breath. What had he done? The feathers on his arms and hand were dripping with black blood, and Blitz was biting his lip in pain. He let go off him immediately, sputtering, "W-what… What have I d-d-done? B-Blitz, I did-didn't mean t-t-to…"

Blitz marched away from Stolas, his eyes focusing on the ground. He rinsed his arms, and pressed some paper towels upon the bruise to stop the bleeding. "People hurt each other without meaning it all the time. Even if they…"

The last few words disappeared into nothingness. Stolas gazed at Blitz's back, gauging the words he just said, and those he hadn't, before approaching him cautiously.

- Was that why you wouldn't accept… When I tried…

Blitz gently pushed Stolas away, his large gleaming eyes were still turned away from his lover.

- Were you afraid of me hurting you… Or you hurting me?

Blitz dropped the paper towels he was holding, freezing on the spot. He looked like a doe about to get run over by a car. "I had a chat with Fizzarolli and Verosika," Stolas confessed apologetically. "I wanted to know what could have pushed you to this point."

The imp's red face became, if possible, even redder. Stolas had already figured this subject would be difficult to handle for the proud devil, but he couldn't have imagined he'd be so ashamed of it. Blitz went back to chewing his lips nervously, looking twice as anxious as Stolas had ever seen him. The owl demon softly squeezed his lover's palm in his hand.

- It alright, Blitz.

- No, it's not. It's never alright.

- Why wouldn't it be?

- Because of me…

Stolas was flabbergasted. He had expected Blitz to be mad at him, for some reason, not to express such a blatant demonstration of self-loathing. Stolas cupped the imp's face in his quivering hand.

- Please don't run away from me…

Blitz was hypnotized by Stolas's words. He took a step forward, and whispered:

- What if I hurt you, or you hurt me?

- We'll get over this, together… But living without you would hurt much more than you… Crushing my feelings

Stolas imitated the mock British accent Blitz used when he wished to make fun of him, owning him a wide grin from his lover.

- You can't even guess how much I've missed you, you pompous rich asshooo… Woops-a-daisy!

Blitz momentarily lost balance, before being caught just in time by Stolas. The owl prince decided he couldn't ignore the deep cuts he had made any longer, as Blitz started to get a tad dizzy… Not to mention vulgar.

Unclench your bird puss, Stoools… Momma raised no bitch…

Stolas snorted… It was good to have Blitz back.