"Of Course. You're Doing So Very Well With Your District, Visage, I'd Be Quite Pleased To Spend Some

"Of course. You're doing so very well with your district, Visage, I'd be quite pleased to spend some time with you, if you would like that. It's always good to see the--" Vepar's speech faltered for a moment, when the cat Sinner whispered something to him, and his expression abruptly softened. "I know, little one," he murmured, and rocked him gently, as if he were a child. "I know. Hush." Only when the cat quieted did the Duke look back up at Blitz, then at Visage. His black, black eyes drank in the light, their depths almost inviting, as if one could fling themselves into those eyes and fall forever, finding sweet oblivion, peace, and acceptance.

"Forgive me. As I was saying, it's always a pleasure to see the little local governments in action, such as you have here. And really, you're doing so well. Your district is surprisingly safe, for what it is." He hugged the cat closer; by this point, the battered submissive was very nearly asleep. His eyes were half-open, tears slipping out, but the look on his face was the contentment of someone truly exhausted who had finally found their way home. And, all around him, subtle blue-green magic glittered, fine lines in a netlike pattern hugging all around the little Sinner, holding his wounds shut, keeping him together.

"Come at three o'clock tomorrow afternoon, Ms. Visage. The club is not open at that hour, but you will be expected. You are welcome, of course, to bring bodyguards, should you feel more comfortable that way, and you will be able to leave with a substantial reward.

"Thank you both for your efforts here tonight." He turned and swept out, taking the cat with him.

Blitz, swaying slightly, flipped him off as he went. "Fuck that guy. Looking down on us!" He growled, but didn't really have the energy to stay angry. So, deflating, Blitz turned back to her. "So yooouu... are an Overlord? That's, you know, fuck it. I'm not questioning anything else tonight." He hopped down off of the table--faceplanted--and stood quickly, brushing himself off. Exhausted didn't even begin to cover how the fuck he felt right now. Still, he looked up at his ally, a woman he'd never seen before and never could have imagined, his golden eyes gleaming.

"I did promise to thank you in a pretty particular way. You want me to do that now? Or if there's another room you like better...?" It didn't matter that he could barely stand, or that she was mysterious as fuck. Blitz had offered a deal, and Satan fucking damn it, he was going to follow through on it if she asked him to. It didn't matter how exhausted he was. Blitz was tired of letting people down, and determined to keep his word whenever someone asked it of him.

The she-wolf's head snapped back to the doorway at the sound of another unfamiliar voice, a single brow raising at the appearance of the unexpected sight. A Goetia? Here...? As far as she knew, all of their kind were high-and-mighty nobility among hellborn. Fancy birds that lived in grand estates, ruling over the lowly 'rabble' beneath them. To see one of their kind in a place like this...? A myriad of questions flooded her mind. A cast-down pariah of a noble family? A bored duke or prince with a strange hobby? The curiosity was neigh overwhelming. Even so, Visage was always one to trust her instincts and everything about the avian put her immediately on edge. Something was ... off. The ease with which the feline sinner was won over was too convenient, the bird's offer too seemingly sincere. Alarm bells were ringing. But the hellhound found herself at something of an impasse--if she looked further into the club's odd owner and remained behind to ensure the sinner's continued safety, she couldn't also make sure her newfound imp comrade's obvious injuries were properly tended to. What to do? With a momentary crease of her brow, a forced smile quickly swept across her face to mask her ill-ease. "Oh, no, we were just leaving ... though I'm sure you won't mind me coming back tomorrow to follow up? I have some questions for our feline friend, here, but his treatment takes top priority right now. A shit Overlord I'd be if I didn't conduct a proper investigation into an incident like this in my own domain, mm...?" She let the question hang in the air with a small cant of her head, smile widening. It wasn't much, but it was enough to imply that she expected to see the sinner again, which would hopefully be enough to keep him safe until she could return while not openly voicing her distrust. Besides--the opportunity to remind the Goetia that his establishment resided within the territory of a hellhound Overlord was too delightfully petty to resist.

You know Stolas could kill you with a flick of a wrist, right?

Blitz snorted, leaned back, and put his feet up on the table, crossing one booted foot over the other.

"Yeah. He could. You think I'm not into that? That guy may seem all sweet and soft and harmless, but Stolas is as dangerous as they come. And he chooses not to be. He chooses gentleness and self-control. And maybe it's a weird kink, but I find that pretty damn sexy." He eyed the stranger for a moment before his grin turned a little more dangerous, took on a little bit more of an edge. "Besides. I can destroy him with a flick of my tongue. So, you know, it's a fair deal."

How many chomps does it take to get to the bone of a bird?

For some reason, Blitz looks incredibly guilty when asked this. He freezes, eyes going wide, and immediately puts a paper bag behind his back.

"You mean like, a bird bird? Like a little tweety fucker from the living world? Or like, a Goetia? Because let me tell you, I've yet to even break the skin no matter how hard I bite, and he seems like, really into the pressure. Anyway, oh, wow, look at the time! I've got to, um, you know, oh look! A train!"

And he's off, racing away down the street.

In EXES AND OOHS, Blitz mentioned that killing other demons in Hell "ain't exactly our business no more." So...what's the story behind that? What kind of hits did Blitz do before getting his [gremlin] hands on the Stolas' grimoire?

Anything and everything he could. He had to make ends meet and was fucking determined to do it purely with hits--honest day's work, honest day's pay, etc. Taking contracts for people in Hell wasn't his first choice, it always felt a little more sleazy, but he would do it.

He actually got into a lot more trouble, more dangerous situations, doing that than he has on Earth yet, even including the penguins, because Blitz had absolutely no problem taking on highly powerful targets. Blitz was getting hurt all the time, sometimes pretty badly, but it paid the bills. He did what needed to be done and set money aside, knowing that once he adopted a kid--which was part of his plan for a long time, wanting to do what little he kid to make help someone--his expenses would go up. But eventually, he started making enough money--and gaining enough notoriety--that starting up a new venture didn't feel out of the question anymore, and he couldn't have been happier.

He had to be a much more vicious person then, but he did it and did it well. Now, though, Blitz feels more like a person, more like who he wants to be--less like a monster. Which, you know. Still a murderer. But hey at least he's... not killing his own kind? That's a win, right?

Has Blitzø considered giving his son a job at I.M.P? 

Yes. The one time they actually met, Blitz offered it. He could tell that [redacted] was interested, but reluctant to leave his community, so Blitz left the invitation open and promised to go check on him again soon. But that being said... I will probably only play plots with the son on Discord. I would actually love to do things with him, I fucking adore him, but don't think it's something I am comfortable putting on Tumblr for a few reasons <3 So, for the most part, Blitz having a biological child will never actually be a plot anyone needs to interact with.

That being said, I would fucking love to do a thing where [redacted] gets to meet Stolas, or M&M. Even if it's just a short little one-off thing, Blitz would be so like.. torn between pride and awkwardness at getting to introduce them--while also probably having a fucking silent breakdown because [redacted]'s presence brings up so many fucking things Blitz does not want to remember.

Bend over and think happy thoughts Blitz, it's annual prostate exam time!

"You know my anatomy is pretty different from a human's, right?" Blitz asked, about to argue--before he realized that actually, this was probably going to be a good time. So fuck it, why not? Taking off his belt, he looped it around the neck of the person flirting at him, tugged them close, and purred affectionately into their ear, "You can go first, baby, but I'm going to ruin you when it's my turn."