Helluva Fight Day - Tumblr Posts

[for @themosthatedbeingg - because it's fight day! Apparently! Please tell Lucifer I am so sorry for my muse's behavior xD ]

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This was a bad idea. This was a bad idea and Blitz knew it. It was a terrible idea--but fuck it, it was the only idea. The imp had been pacing for hours before he actually issued his challenge to Lucifer, and now that that emperor of Hell had accepted? There was no turning back. Not that Blitz would have turned back even if he could--this fight was a long time coming.

He quickly pulled on what was clearly the only attire appropriate for fighting Lucifer Morningstar himself: leather pants, a leather jacket, weapons all over the damned place... and a pin on his lapel with an image of a little rubber ducky crying.

Yeah.

This was going to be fine.

He was gonna die, but it was going to be worth it. Blitz sent a few texts to the people he loved most, trying to say goodbye without actually saying goodbye, grabbed the few angelic-steel knives he had, and hurried off to the parking lot of doom where he and Lucifer were going to meet.

The second he saw Lucifer, two things happened: Blitz immediately wanted to protect him, to keep this man safe from all harm, to help comfort away his grief, to ease away whatever fears his trauma left him with... and he started growling. The spines between the imp's shoulders rose, and his tail started swishing in sharp, angry esses.

"I wasn't sure you'd actually have the balls to show up," he snapped, a blessed dagger in each hand now. "And you know what? It's time to answer for your fucking creations. You made us to serve the Sinners, created this whole fucking class of imps to look down on and laugh at, and you abandoned us. And I'm tired of it. Imps deserve more. If we were made in your image, and let's be fucking for realsies here, we all know we were--why the fuck did you leave us to become the forgotten punchlines, janitors, and jokes of Hell?" He was literally shaking, he was so angry--all the more so because Blitz couldn't help loving Lucifer. He didn't want to, but who could help it? One look in those eyes, eyes of an angel, a being of pure light and creation, eyes that had lost everything, and who could fail to love him? But for all the pain Blitz had gone through, all the abuse Fizz had suffered, all the mockery and belittling and misuse every imp had to put up with at the hands of all of Hell's more powerful denizens--

This was a long time coming.

Blitz knew he wasn't going to last long. He was going to die today, but fuck it, he was going to die for a good reason. Standing up. Demanding answers.

He didn't attack yet, wanting to give the beautiful royal the chance to answer--but fuck, the imp was trembling with the need to fight him, to start and end this, here and now.

I need to know what texts Blitz sent!?!

[Aww no problem! And if you play any of these characters, feel free to assume he is texting your version <3 Whatever makes it a more fun day for you on the dash!]

To Stolas >> I think I was in love with you before I even knew I could fall in love. Your voice, your kindness. The dangerous truth of you just below the surface. You've been there for me more times than I can count, in more ways than you know. I love you, Stolas. And I hope you're happy. And that one day, you forgive me. Because I'm sorry. For everything I've said and done. All the ways I hurt you. I'm sorry.

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To Moxxie >> You always were the best of us at IMP, Mox. Never stop loving life--or loving your shitty music for that matter. Loving hard is good. Keep on doing it. You make the lives of people you know a fuck tone brighter, just by being you. Just by being there. None of us deserve you. You're too good for this place. You're sure as shit too good for me. I love you. Kick all the ass, Mox, and never go down quiet.

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To Visage >> I'm sorry. I thought we would have more time. Viz... Don't go back into the dark places inside. You stand taller than the bad shit does, babe. I'm sorry. I miss you already. I'm sorry. [since there's only one of you, am going to tag: @visage-of-hell ]

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To Fizz >> Hey Fizz. Don't freak out or anything. I just want you to know, I love you. Always have, always will. You were always my soulmate. Maybe sometimes platonic, sometimes romantic, sometimes just family, but a fucking soulmate all the same. I wouldn't be me without you, for better and for worse, you fucking ridiculous clown and amazing best friend. Thanks for being there. For caring. I hope that every good dream comes true for you, for all your fucking days, you know?

- To Roth >> Fuck. Man. I wish we had more time. Wish I coulda been there to help kick that asshole's ass for fucking with you. Fuck the Wire. That was his name, right? or whatever bitch it was that murdered you. You'll get him one day. You got this. Don't give the fuck up, man. [also only one of you, so @hellcab ] -

To Angel >> You deserve better than you're getting, you sexy motherfucker, and you know it. Fight hard, babe. You deserve redemption. You deserve happiness.

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To Loona >> The apartment is paid off. You're listed as a co-owner. Make it your own, Loonie. Make it everything you ever want it to be, and do whatever it takes to be happy. You deserve good shit. I'm so proud of you. You're one hell of a daughter.

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And then Blitz was out of time to write and he had to leave, if he was going to make it on time--so he left his phone behind, along with any regrets.

Blitz's eyes widened, first when Lucifer practically undressed, and then again when he drew that flaming sword. Maybe that was the moment that the imp realized exactly what he was doing and who he was fighting, the moment it hit home that this being was so much more than Blitz could ever be, so far above his station that even looking at him was like a cockroach gazing up at the night sky and daring to dream...

But starlight shone equally upon palaces and gutters. Eyes were made to look and hearts to burn, and no matter how beautiful Lucifer Morningstar was, Blitz couldn't forgive him. Whatever happened after this, however quickly Lucifer might forget him, none of it mattered. The imp knew there was no getting out of this now--not that he wanted an escape. He didn't. He strode into this lot knowing full well that he was walking to his death, knowing full well he was leaving a life of friends and lovers behind--knowing that there was no turning back, not from some times. But all the same, seeing Lucifer like this? It was glorious. The king bared his chest, enough that what almost looked like fractures from a horrible scar were just visible. Although the flaming sword he bore was brilliant, Blitz almost felt like Lucifer's skin was all the more so. There was a softer radiance there, something pure--something that made the imp love him all the more fiercely.

And with Lucifer saying he would treat him fairly, fight him the way he would any other Hellborn? That love burned hotter, deeper, accompanied by a sense of gratitude so profound that it almost eased some of that pained fury. The words were a death sentence, but they were also a respect, something Blitz felt oddly grateful for.

"We're fighting for something, Your Fucking Royal Hotness. If I wound you? If you bleed from this," he ducked his head down, moving at a smooth, calculated pace, side-stepping around his opponent, "then you do something for me: you make life better for the Hellborn. I don't know how, I'm not a fucking Creator. But you know. You're a genius. You're an inventor. And you're a fucking father," he added, his voice breaking a little with grief, with love. "So you'll think of something. Put me in the fucking ground, I don't care. But if I make you bleed, you show up for the Hellborn. Love them. Be their advocate. Whatever it takes. Because their lives matter, even if mine doesn't." Because it didn't. He was here to throw it away, but God fucking damn it, Blitz was going to throw it away trying. Because he believed in Lucifer. He actually believed, crazy and stupid as that belief was, that this man could make things better. That he would honor the terms of a fight.

And so, trusting him, loving him, believing in him, Blitz dove in to try and kill him.

He rolled under the crackling, searing heat of that flaming sword, trying to come up with both knives, attacking again and again. Every time Lucifer parried, Blitz snarled, teeth bared. He could feel the heat of that infernal blade starting to overwhelm the small daggers in his hands, but it didn't matter.

All he had to do was cut him. If he could do that before his life was snuffed out, then everything would be worth it. Then maybe, maybe, there would never be another shattered Fizzarolli, or another young Blitzo being sold by his father. Maybe no more Hellhounds would end up in the fucking pound. Lucifer had the power. He had the creative genius. And if an imp's life could help buy the passion? Lucifer could make everything better.

To say Lucifer was surprised would be an understatement , he hasn’t accepted a challenge in over centuries , and then again an actual fight challenge hasn’t been issued for him in that long anyway.

Not since the early days of the established kingdom, back when he was a more benevolent tyrant King , and less the wild god that took his anger at the heavens out on everything that wasn’t his inner circle .

No back then he would take on challenges by anyone and anything it was fun for him, provided exercise and kept the sinners and rowdy hellborns in line , and it worked every win reinforced his might his right to rule .

And since then no sinner or even overlords dared to outright challenge him in over 10,0000 years .

Which is why it was a shock that one should come up now, that an Imp of all hellborns should have the balls to point a weapon at him.

He had to admire it , reminded him so much of himself back when he was younger , back when his anger had been at the heavens instead of himself.

Some might see it cruel and insecure he should accept a challenge by one so below him, but he saw it the opposite. He was treating the Imp as he would any Hellborn, or sinner or overlord .

Giving him equal treatment , he wanted to fight .. sure Lucifer wasn’t doing anything today .

He would give him a fight his surviving family would remember him by, he would reward the courage it took to challenge him throughly.

He stepped into the lot out of the large limo flanked by armed guards , something he didn’t think was needed but they insisted . How ironic his guards were Hellhounds .

They crossed their arms and glared at Blitzø , no doubt disproving the imps decision to fight their king .

Lucifer patted them on the back and made his was over the center of the empty lot, shrugging off his jacket and vest and hat , eyes glowing , he snapped them away no need to get them dirty .

Leaving him in an half unbutton dress shirt and his usual boots and pants , he spun his cane around Idly in his hand.

He was quiet listening to his accusations, accepting them.. yes his ideas might have gotten misconstrued , he had created the hirarchy as a means to protect his Hellborn but it had gotten away from him while he was wrapped up in his family.

“Technically Satan had a hand in that I just offered input and a bit of my magic to help him out ,” he chuckled.

“I won’t lie I did fail you a bit .. it wasn’t supposed to be like this .. not originally .. but the road to hell and all that .” He ignored his insult letting him get it out of his system .

“You are brave you know that no ones out right challenged me in eons .. I’ll reward that and respect you by giving you a full fight, you do deserve more so I’ll treat you as I treat any Hellborn or sinner or overlord ..” he gripped the end of his cane and let it slide, brandishing his sword .. the light around the area dimming in comparison as he gave it a swing a rolling wave of Hellfire circled the red eyed king .

“I’ll make this interesting , do you best to wound me, and I’ll tell you what you want to know but only for a bit then I Start hitting back”

That blow to the chest had knocked all the air out of Blitz's lungs and sent him sprawling, rolling away across the ground. He lost one of the daggers along the way, but managed to retain the other one, holding it close against himself with one hand, while he used his other arm to block his face as he rolled. The second he stopped rolling, Blitz leapt to his feet--albeit a little unsteadily--and his gleaming, angry eyes tracked the Devil's every movement.

His body ached. A hit like that? Maybe Lucifer was being gentle with him, but Blitz could only imagine that was what it would feel like to be hit full-speed by a fucking semi truck. Lucifer was strong, so much stronger than his slender, graceful form would lead one to believe--and that sword? Blitz's leather jacket had probably saved him from a grievous burn, but there wasn't much left it now. Baring his teeth, he growled again, then ripped the rest of his jacket off as Lucifer spoke. Rather than toss it aside though, he spun it around his left hand and wrist. Might come in useful, he thought darkly.

When Lucifer kicked the knife at him and growled at him to pick it up, if this was any other fight at all, Blitz might have immediately been aroused by the raw sensuality and violence of the command. But here, now? He was trying to fight to get his people a voice, to get them representation, and he couldn't think of anything else. This was worth dying for.

Imps were worth dying for. Hellhounds were worth dying for. Goetia were worth dying for--or one of them, anyway. Blitz kicked the knife. It flipped up into the air, and rather than grab it with his hand, he used his tail, nimbly gripping the knife with it; his tail had as much strong and dexterity as his arms did, and the fight was getting serious enough now that it was time to resort to less noble methods.

"Oh yeah. You care about us so much that you leave imps to what, feel honored if they're allowed to serve? We're a fucking servant class, the peasants who grow the food, sweep the dust, raise the little rich royals. Maybe you can't fix everything right away, I get it, change doesn't come soon. But it doesn't come at all if you don't try." And with that, Blitz attacked again. His chest ached and was already bruising deeply from Lucifer's first blow, and although he was well-aware that it had been a warning, practically a love-tap from a being who could probably shatter an entire world if he struck it a little too hard? So be it. Blitz had signed up for this.

He was learning the way Lucifer moved now, and so while they had been fighting genuinely enough before, the intensity deepened now. Blitz was no slouch when it came to combat, especially when he was fighting for something--and especially when it was for the people he loved. He was quick to adapt to Lucifer's moves and style, and while he might not be an angel with an entire war's worth of experience under his belt? Blitz was an assassin. He was a killer--and a fucking gymnast. This was practically what he had spent his entire life preparing for.

His blows became harder to dodge. He got in closer every time, strikes coming in faster, although not fast enough. Not yet.

Not until the last strike. Blitz knew he would wear out if this went on too much longer, while Lucifer probably never got tired in a fight, and so he put everything into this last attack. After a series of damned good feints, he suddenly lunged in, slashing towards Lucifer's chest with the knife in his hand. His leather-wrapped hand grabbed onto that flaming sword--even though the leather he felt the horrible heat, the familiar sear of cooking alive--and with his tail?

He slashed into Lucifer's thigh.

If he missed now, he was defeated. But if he could make Lucifer bleed? This would all be worth it. Let life be better for them after this, he thought, feeling a strange sense of clarity, as if time was slowing down. And please. One day, let Lucifer forgive me.

I love you, Your Majesty. I need you to do more, to do better. But I love you. And I'm sorry.

That rage was good.. it made him determined but it wouldn’t do any good in the long run, Blitzø knew how to brawl and kill sure .. but did he know how to fight? How to get the better of an opponent ?

Certainly not with how easy Lucifer was parrying his blows , there were several openings for him to choose from but he focused on just dodging and blocking, side stepping here and there leading him in a circle to trip him up.

“You know I can’t tell if your angry at me.. or flattering me~” he laughed, eyes bright once more this is the most fun he’s had in a while , a bit of his old spark coming to his life .

He was an inventor , a creator and a father one of the best titles he’s ever had .

Perhaps this Imp knew about that.. in that case he won’t make his child an orphan . Not today , but he will leave Blitzø something to remember him by.

He suddenly , finally swung out his sword, knocking the imp in the chest with the flat of the blade the hellfire spitting and hissing into the leather.

His first hit, he didn’t put his full power in it but it was enough to send him into the ground hard— a reminder that he was fighting not just an Angel, but an Archangel .

“You really think I value sinners more then Hellborn? Have you ever wondered why sinners can’t leave the pride ring .. why the exorcists never target the Imps and hellhounds?” He stalked towards him as he talked , his shadow growing and shifting into a unknownable form, the crown of fire appearing above his head as two large Horns grew from his head.

“Ever wonder why the overlords seek other sinners or royalty to get their souls and power from ?” He asked him again .

He kicked one of the Angelic blades over to Blitzø, “Pick it up”

what the FUCK blitzo!

"What, because I'm trying to get my ass killed by fighting Lucifer? Listen. It's worth it. If it works, it's all going to be worth it, because the people I love... they fucking deserve it, you know?

"I trust him. Uh, Lucifer, I mean. If he kills me, I trust that he'll find a way to follow through on what I asked him to do."

Blitz choked back the cry of pain. Between the cracked sternum and ribs from Lucifer's first oh-so-gentle blow, the burning of the blade he had grabbed, and then being struck and dropped by angelic wings? It hurt. Everything hurt. But he wasn't giving up. That wasn't the goal here. The goal was to die, if that was what it took, to get this fucker to listen to him, to hear that there was more going on than he was letting himself believe.

He had hit the ground hard after Lucifer's launch. Blitz got to his feet quickly, shaking the ashes of his leather coat off his hand and arm. The Devil's sword was too heavy for an imp to hold--some fucked up, infernal magic, probably--and his arm felt half-numb after it. Which, he concluded after a glance down at his burned flesh, was probably a good thing. The burns were bad, from his hand up to his elbow. Well, Blitz thought, burns on top of burns, who gives a shit? His fury at Lucifer's words burned hotter than the blade could have anyway.

"Are you fucking serious? You really think you've done enough? That it's enough to just be a ruler and leave it at that? You think it's really an honor for the highest position imps can attain to be one of service--to you? I know about the family that serves you. Yeah, great, real great, fucker. You're a real hero to the people, letting us live to serve you." Blitz's shirt was ruined too, so he pulled it off and tossed it aside, bare-chested now. That, of course, revealed the firearm he had been concealing under everything, that he told himself he wouldn't use unless he had to; putting that holster on under his clothing had been a deliberate choice, a last resort he was giving himself.

Now, as layers were burned away, seemed like the right time.

Blitz drew the gun.

"Fuck you, Your Majesty. You're beautiful. You're--a fucking angel. And part of me wants to love you. But fuck you. Why won't you listen to me? Or see? That it's not enough. You're not doing enough." He aimed at him, aim always adjusting as Lucifer moved. "You think it's enough that you set up a hierarchy? You think you, with all of your power, are doing enough, as our king? Imps and Hellhounds are forced into sex slavery to eat. To lives of service. Hard labor. With no hope of climbing any fucking ladder, unless they fuck their way to the top," he said, voice breaking on the raw words. "That's our fault, huh? That we were made powerless in a place full of power? Our fault that we're here to serve, that our entire lives are lived in the dark, no way up?

"If you're not going to fucking listen to me, to take this shit seriously, then guess what." Abruptly, the rage inside the assassin went quiet. Everything inside him went quiet, turning to perfect calm.

"Then it's too late."

And the uprising will come. And you'll learn what happens when you hold power and refuse to use it. Blitz loved him, he didn't want to know that this was coming, but the inevitable was what it was: inevitable. Maybe he had been foolish to come here and try at all.

The assassin took the shot. In his heart, he was sure of it. This time, the hit would land. The bullet would tear through one of Lucifer's wings--

The holy bullet, jacketed in angelic steel, designed for exactly this.

Designed to hurt Lucifer Morningstar.

A spark, for a flame more dangerous than any the Devil ignited.

Lucifer stood before him watching the imp take the hit and still roll to his feet ,impressive very impressive , he could take a hit .

He was really starting to like him .. he would have to be careful not to kill him out right at least not too soon.

“That’s all I have done is try .. the rest is up to you, I made the hierarchy with the intent to protect you and the other hellborns ..” he told him gently even as he blocked his attacks ;

He looked mildly surprised when Blitzø grabbed for his sword , the flames reacting and burning hotter to protect their barer.

He saw the other’s fients and felt the family tingle of an Angelic blade being close to his skin; heh Smart move, there was hope yet after all it seemed for this man.

Stepping back he dropped his sword knowing it would be come a sudden heavy dead weight the moment he let go , He let the blade tear through his clothes as he unfurled unfurled his wings and took to the air knocking the Imp off of him with his lower pair of wings he floated above him, the bright red glow of the sky and hellish sun giving him a haloed look as he stared down at the fallen Imp.

“Well well you got me.. I think..” he checked , “oh so close Got my clothing though .. that is very impressive .. now it’s my turn..”

He wouldn’t need his sword for this his fists would do just fine .

“Im proud of you Blitzø ..not many have gotten that close to me in a long time ..not many care for their own kind as much as you do”

He would reward him, as soon as he won this fight he would reward the imp with his life .

Blitz had already holstered the gun, immediately after taking the shot; he couldn't let himself be tempted to fire again. Because fuck, under all of the rage, under the desperation, he still loved this bastard. To look at Lucifer was to love him, the imp was learning, and he didn't regret it. No, he didn't regret it at all. Lucifer was glorious, resplendent even in his pain, even in his fury.

Besides. Blitz was too tired to keep fighting.

When the bodyguards slammed into him, he almost welcomed it. Blitz made no effort to fight them. He watched as Lucifer stalked towards him, watched the way the flames danced around him; the fire served him, yes, but it loved him too, didn't it? To be loved by destruction... there was a tragedy there. But then, this was Lucifer. There were many tragedies wrapped up in that beauty.

Blitz watched him until Lucifer was close, studying his eyes. Then, finally, he looked at the fire in the king's hand.

Yeah.

This was going to fucking hurt.

But it's worth it, he thought. For all of the imps. For all of the Hellhounds. For the sharks. Even the fucking Goetia. It's worth it. And Lucifer was a beautiful last sight to see.

All of the fight going out of him, Blitz bowed his head. Even when the bodyguards let go of him and moved away, out of range of those flames, he stayed on his knees, his head bowed. In his mind, he could see Moxxie smiling. He could smell Loona's shampoo, hear her singing some song he didn't know but she and her friends loved, just belting it out in the shower. He could feel his claws running through Visage's fur. He could remember the first time he saw Eclipse smile. He could feel Stolas there beside him, imagine Stolas's hand on his shoulder. He could hear Fizz singing, defiance and strength personified. If there was any one imp who could maybe give Lucifer a run for his money when it came to strength of heart, Blitz thought, his own heart aching with love, it was Fizz.

And Lucifer is going to make things better for you all. Somehow. And for all the little fuckers to follow.

"Thank you," he said softly. "Your Majesty. I'm--" Blitz imagined's Stolas's hand tightening on his shoulder. Imagined Vizzy whispering something encouraging.

"I'm ready."

Lucifer eyed the gun when he saw the holister , oh well now this is interesting … where did he get that ? He’d have to talk to his overlords about that .

Ah he sees now what his hierarchy has done .. it was ment to Protect but it backfired it seemed , he would need to rework it— crack.. the shot of the gun startled him out of his thoughts .

And he suddenly felt a sharp sting in his upper left wing .. oh wow .. he had been shot … right through his wing .. the blood pouring down .

He tucked in his wings and landed on the ground hard enough to shake it, inspecting the damaged done to the middle of his wing.. a burning bullet sized hole was seen, “.. hmm.. well well you did it~”

He stalked towards Blitzø eyes bright red Horns glowing , as fire scorched the ground around his feet.

“You managed to what none but my brothers could… “ his voice was everywhere and no where at once .

His guards were rushing in to tackle Blitzø pissed at him for daring to shoot their king .

“I will honor the terms of our agreement , I can’t do everything at once to fix it but ..I can do something that should even the playing field for now..”

He raised his hand a ball of unholy fire building within it, “Now as for you…. “

How that fight with Lucifer go? Was the king to depressed to show up?

"Hey!" Blitz snapped. "Don't talk about him that way. He showed up, and he's a fucking badass. And he fucking listened. Just because he's got depression doesn't mean he can't listen and do a good job. It got through to him, you know? At least, I'm pretty sure it did." Not to be meta, but it wasn't really over yet, so Blitz could only know so much.

He thought again about how vividly he had sensed Stolas and Visage's presence there near the end, and how he remembered Eclipse's smile, and Moxxie and Loona and Fizz, and the anger went out of him. Expression softening, he nodded to the stranger. "Drink some water and get some real food in you before you go home. All this booze is making you almost as fucked up as me. And I mean it. Don't talk shit about my king. He's the most beautiful--and he showed up. He could have ignored me. But he didn't. He showed up. Listened. Met me where I needed to be met. Lucifer is worth so much more than most of us have any fucking idea of, and I'll fight for him til the end."

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.

The brightly colored poster was almost too much, Blitz almost didn't look at it twice, but something caught his eye.

Still aching from his brawl with Lucifer, he took the flyer down from a post and read it over, eyes widening. "Fuck," Blitz whispered, before immediately ducking back into the building. The sheet of paper felt illegal somehow, some kind of trap--

But all the same, he snapped a photo of it and sent it to Moxxie along with the words: 'it ain't just us feeling disgruntled'

Then, before he could overthink it, Blitz went to the copier and put the sheet in. A dozen freshly printed copies in hand, he grabbed some pins and headed back outside to put a few more of these up. Maybe it was dangerous, maybe it was foolish, but he didn't want anyone to feel alone in this. Their voices were goddamn legion, if they used them right.

After putting the last poster up, Blitz rested a hand on the paper and let out a slow, shaky breath. Maybe they could do this without violence...

But then again, maybe not. Blitz loved Lucifer and loved Hell, and would do whatever it took to help bring a new future forward, a better future, but as the cracked bones and deep bruises reminded him, there would always be a cost.

Always.

Time for a Revolution

*A series of flyers and posters appear in all rings of Hell. They're everywhere, any demon or sinner will eventually read them.*

RISE UP AGAINST THE OPPRESSORS!

For too long, Hell’s elite have crushed the backs of hardworking Imps, Hellhounds, and demons of all kinds.

The Goetia live in luxury, while we are forced to serve them, fighting for scraps and left to rot in the dirt. How much longer will we be slaves to a system designed to keep us down? How much longer will we suffer under the weight of their greed, their arrogance?

THE TIME FOR REVOLUTION IS NOW!

We are the backbone of Hell’s society. Without us, nothing would work. They depend on our labor, our sweat, our blood—and what do we get? NOTHING. We are treated like trash, disposable, while they hoard power and wealth!

IT’S TIME TO FIGHT BACK!

Let’s break their system! Let’s shatter their illusion of control! We will no longer be the tools of the Goetia and the powerful.

We will riot in the streets, occupy their grand palaces, and tear down their walls. Together, we will turn this place upside down, and show them that WE will no longer be silenced, no longer be used!

Occupy their streets!

Burn their symbols of power!

Tear down their walls of privilege!

Make them hear our cries for justice!

Join the revolution. It’s time to claim what’s ours.

We are the force of change, and nothing can stop us. Together, we will build a new Hell, a Hell where everyone has a voice, where no one is above another!

FOR FREEDOM! FOR JUSTICE! FOR US!

(This is a call to ALL Ocs and muses who would agree with Striker about starting a revolution. If your oc agrees and either writes a comment or goes into the streets, creates chaos, or even if they don't agree please tag this blog! I'd love to read all the reactions!)