Quick Reminder, Because There May Be A Really Emotional BDSM Scene Starting Soon Here (under Read-mores,

Quick reminder, because there may be a really emotional BDSM scene starting soon here (under read-mores, but still): my tag for explicit adult shenanigans is just NSFT. So if you're not already filtering that and would like to be, it would be good to add that to your filters now ❤

I want Ghostfuckers to come out just for the chance to see Blitz in this fit, serving so much rizz that it should be illegal.

That's it, that's the post.

THIS MEANS YOU CAN WRITE ALASTOR NOW. THIS IS NOT OPEN TO NEGOTIATION. DO IT.

You do not want this, habibi. Trust me. If I played Alastor, he would probably be an actual monster, probably not very nice, not very fun. I don't even know what I would do with him but like... you know how there are Alastors who are actually sweet, and then there are the ones who will cut you up and talk to you all the way through the experience? Like oh, you feel that? That's your liver! I mean. Yeah. See? You don't want that hgsjkgdfj. Or, if you do, then maybe you need hugs more.

A certain owl is going to pepper Blitz's face in soft and fleeting kisses! The final one landing right in the middle of his forehead upon his marking! And then he will retreat back to his tasks.

Blitz batted playfully at the first few kisses, then laughed and closed his eyes and turned his face up to them--without even realizing he had also stretched his body up as much as he could and was standing on the tips of his hooves, trying to get as close to Stolas's kisses as possible.

When Stolas relented and retreated, Blitz didn't bother actually returning to what he himself had been doing. Instead, he flopped down onto the ground, tucked his arms and legs in, and started wiggling around, scratching his back on the floor without a single fucking regret. Stolas was the only other one here, and Stolas? Stolas was allowed to see him without any walls or pretensions. The kiss peppering had been so fucking sweet, and left the imp a little over-stimulated; getting some scritches out like that helped.

That done, he relaxed, flopped onto his side, and gave a big, contented sigh as he just watched Stolas with adoring eyes.

"Oh yeah?" Cheery as could be, Blitz stretched out a few kinks, shook himself, then stretched again. "What did we miss? Sure wasn't our targets! Record time, and it was pretty fucking artistic, if I do say so myself." He tugged on his lapels with a ridiculous smile before going over and flopping down into one of the chairs by the conference table.

Loona, who was maybe a little less enthused than Blitz, sat at her desk with a grunt. "It was a machine shop. My fur is full of little fucking--ugh. Metal shavings!"

Blitz looked over at her. "You want some help, Loony?" he asked, momentarily forgetting that Millie had new for them.

Loona bared her teeth and growled. Blitz couldn't help but beam at her, give two thumbs up, and then settle down to spin around in his chair a few times before he stopped and actually focused on Millie, trying to be serious.

"Sorry, Mills. What's up? And how come it smells like electrical shit got overheated in here?"

That sort of comment only made her more curious as to why Vox seemed to have it out for Striker. Considering that imp was someone that normally went after royals it'd be interesting as to why he got into a predicament with an overlord of all people. "My company is one of the most trustworthy ones out here. Especially considering we don't judge when it comes to wanting to kill someone." Millie states. She gives off a small shrug. However she doesn't push the topic further. Even if she still was curious as to why he had it out for Striker. The good thing was that she can defend herself whenever something goes wrong with someone.

But being on Vox's bad side wasn't exactly something that she wanted. She was curious about him honestly.

Whenever he zapped himself away she couldn't help but blink a couple times. How she wished that overlords wouldn't do that. Millie always forgot that they practically had magical abilities. It truly wasn't fair. Though at least Blitz had the crystal now, so that was kind of like magic.

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Eventually Millie notices the portal open and she knows that everyone was back now. It was going to be something else telling them about what she had experienced while they were gone.

"I take it everything went well then?" Millie questions. When she's lifted up she can't help but giggle as Blitz nuzzles her face. He was honestly too adorable sometimes. Her eyes light up at the mention of food. She hadn't eaten yet and trying some more earth food would definitely hit the spot. Millie reaches out and takes the bag, pulling out one of the burgers already so that she could chow down. "You definitely missed something."

Although by that point the imp was so damn tired he wasn't sure he could stand, he managed to push to his feet. He swayed a little, but kept upright, looking up at Lucifer warily. In his experience, mercy was usually not a gift, it usually came with a worse punishment than one would have expected, just through a more circuitous route... And this was Lucifer he had challenged. Lucifer, who could imagine anything, create anything. Lucifer, who could create endless torments for anyone.

Blitz clenched his fists at his sides. Don't be afraid, he told himself. And don't look away. So, he kept his eyes on Lucifer's--not quite daring to hope yet, because if he hoped, if he let himself really hope that he might make it out of this alive and that Lucifer would do something to help the many species of Hellborn who suffered, then the pain would be too damn much to handle. Hope was the worst emotion, one Blitz had tried to give up a long time ago. It was too heavy to carry and it took such a damn toll on the heart, especially when a heart was already bruised or broken.

But whatever he does to me, it'll be worth it. And I'll take it like a man, Blitz promised himself, determined not to shame either himself or Lucifer by breaking now. He wouldn't beg. He wouldn't grovel. Lucifer had fought him like an equal--and now, it seemed to the imp, he wanted Blitz to stand like one. So, he did. Eyes defiant, chin raised, tail making tired but still defiant little whip motions, Blitz waited to hear his fate.

And all the while, in his heart, a litany repeated: Vizzy. Stolas. Moxxie. Loona. Fizz. Vizzy. Stolas. Moxxie. Loona. Fizz. Millie, Millie, Millie. Vizzy. Stolas. Moxxie. Loona. Fizz. Vizzy. Stolas. Moxxie. Loona. Fizz. Millie, Millie, Millie. Vizzy. Stolas...

He stood over Blitzø wings raised high blood still dripping down , and sliding down his torso , this Imp this creature dared to fight him , dared to suggest he could take on An Archangel , a fallen Archangle , the Light of Hell itself .

And he learned , Lucifer made sure he learned his lesson learned that he was so unmatched compared to him, that he would think twice before daring to challenge him, and even now he was ready for death .

But Death would not come from the Devil today, no this Imp has proved his right to live had impressed the King.

But first—-

Lucifer sent his fire down , however it didn’t strike Blitzø but the gun, melting it to nothing in an instant without touching the Imp.

“Rise Blitzø … you won’t die today .. not by my hand “ he smiled at him.