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Assistant: Title: One helluva time with Iruma kun
        Author: 616mcu 616mcu 
        Chapter: 37/60 
        Summary: We know that Iruma is capable of surving pretty much anything. Avoiding danger is just second nature to the little guy, espically when it comes to the underworld. But what happened when his parents sell him to hell ... the wrong hell ... with the wrong demon. In a much cruler world, ful of sadistic radio dear, IMPs that never make his life easier, an angel unable to help, and a plucky princess with dreams, or delusions, of a better tomorrow, can he keep his smile on, or is dispair his ultimate fate?
        Contents: Chapter 37: Chapter 35: The Spirit of L@st
    

    
      

        
          
          
            The spirit of regrets
          
        

  

  
  
    
    
  Loona got the signal to open up the portal, letting the f@ck@rs back in. “Maaan, I did not think we were going to get into a bar fight with lumberjacks of all people.” Blitz laughed as he walked in. “Could have sworn it’d be bikers.”

  “Not saying I could’ve prevented you from killing anybody…” Iruma sighed as he shook the leaves out of his hair. “But you could’ve avoided the entire bar fight if you just went after the one target instead of shooting everyone’s drinks out of their hands.”

  “If they’re going to get THAT p@ssy over barely alcoholic drinks, then they deserve to be murdered brutally and painfully. Am I right, Mills?” Blitz smirked.

  “It does get one all jazzed up all over.” The b@tch cracked a smile. “I know for sure Moxxie’s pretty riled up.”

  “F@CK YOU ALL, YOU BEARDED MODERN DAY CAVE BASTARDS!” The fatty jumped into the portal, where he held a bl@@dy chainsaw in his arms with a crazy smile.

  “Why did he even use that? He’s the gun specialist?” Iruma asked.

  “I think killing those sunglasses-wearing sh@theads made him get an ego boost,” Blitz whispered. “It’s a huge turn on…. I’m so proud of him.”

  “For once, I’m not going to argue or try to counter that crass statement!” The fat b@st@rd grinned as he threw the chainsaw off to the side. “Millie, I hope you’re still jazzed up for our anniversary tonight!”

  “Oh baby, you know you always get my motor running.” Millie grabbed the limp d@ck as she pulled him in for a dip.

  “It’s your anniversary today?” Iruma asked. “I wish I knew. I would’ve gotten you guys a gift.”

  “Aw, you being here is already more than enough of a gift for me, tot!” The b@tch rubbed the kid’s head. “Sides, it’s been pretty hectic the past few months, and it’s only our first anniversary since we’ve been married.”

  “Really, only one year?” Iruma asked, blinking a few times in surprise. “With how you two act, I thought it was five years at least.”

  “That’s the power of true love right there,” Millie smirked, kissing her husband.

  “I seriously don’t know what you see in the fatso.” Loona scoffed.

  “And I don’t see you dating anybody.” The shrimpy d@ck smugly shot back c@ckily.

  “… Alright, I hope you weren’t planning on having kids cause I’m going to 
  
    rip your b@lls off!”
  

  “I deeply regret nothing!” The limp d@ck b@tch shouted as she began chasing him.

  “Moxxie definitely seems like he’s gotten a lot bolder in the past few missions.” Iruma nodded as Loona tried to bite his head off.

  “So much bolder! No one can say my husband’s a wimp now!” Millie grinned. “You are gettin’ so much attention tonight, Mox.”

  “All three of us.” Blitz pulled the two into a hug, forcing Loona to stop her hunt at the moment. “That anniversary date’s gonna be magical.”

  “Actually, I need someone to babysit our little tot.” The female imp told him. “So I picked you.”

  “What!? Why!?”

  “So you won’t stalk us.” Moxxie pointed out.

  “And if we leave him at the hotel, then he will stay with Alastor,” Millie added.

  “I’m in favor of staying away from the radio demon please.” Iruma raised his hand.

  “F@ck@n-why do you even need a babysitter? You’re self sufficient and sh@t.”
“I refer to my previous statement of trying to avoid the tot staying with the radio demon.” Millie glared.
  “And again, it’s to keep you away from us.” The fatty added. “Because we don’t want you on our anniversary.”

  Blitz threw up his arms. “But it’s 
  
    our 
  
  anniversary! You two have been working with me for just as long, if not longer!”

  The kid blinked. “Did you guys get married before or after working with Blitz?”

  “After,” Millie said. “We met on the job, I was fresh out of Wrath trying to find my place in the world apart from my family, and Moxxie was coming out of a bad experience in Greed.”

  “Thus if Blitz wanted a company anniversary, he should have done it two months ago.” The limp d@ck stated firmly. “This 
  
    isn’t 
  
  about you Blitz. At 
  
    least 
  
  give us the courtesy of giving me and Millie 
  
    one 
  
  night to ourselves, you already film us in the privacy of our home enough as it is.”

  “So thaaaats why I found a bunch of cameras in my room.” The kid spoke up. “Thought it was another Vox thing after Pentious’ attempt.”

  “… Blitz…” Millie took out a knife.

  “Hey; I don’t do anything weird with the kid’s videotape, I just burn them cause it’s boring…” Blitz thought for a second. “Maybe I could sell them to his birdie girlfriend though-”

  Smack

  He was punched in the face as the b@tch dragged her husband through the door, slamming it shut. “D@mn it …”

  “I mean… maybe Octavia would want them.” Iruma shrugged “Although there’s not much on them. Most of the time I don’t do anything in my room other than sleep and change clothes.”

  “Yeah, a girl wanting to see her boyfriend naked, why would she ever want that?” Loona snickered.

  “Exactly, it’s just me without clothes. How is showing off genitals interesting in any way?”

  Loona and Blitz stared at the boy for a moment, before the man turned to her. “Saaay Loonie...” Of course, that was his next choice.

  “I’m not watching him so you can stalk the @ssh@l@s. I’m going to a party tonight.” Loona stated dryly.

  “Really?” Iruma asked. “You don’t seem like the party type.”

  “Tex invited me, and I rarely get to talk about hellhound stuff with other hellhounds.” And it would be nice to have other friends aside from the one human stuck in hell.

  “Wait, are you going on a date!?” Blitz shouted. “First off, is everyone in my life going on a date but me!?”

  “Octavia hasn’t asked me out on a date today.” The kid smiled. “Although maybe I should ask her out if you don’t want me around.”

  “… Yes!” He shouted. “Excellent idea kid, knew you had it in you. Use the landline-”

  
    Shink 
  

  A knife was thrown  right next to Blitz’s head. “And for the record.” The female imp gave off a smile. “If I hear that you ditched the tot later... 
  pain
   and dead 
  horses.
  ” Millie turned to Iruma. “Bye Sweetie, see you in the morning!”

  “Bye Millie!” Iruma waved. “Guess we’re stuck together tonight.”

  “Fuuuuuuuuucck!” Her boss screamed, pounding his head. “D@mn it. Curse you radio f@ck@r!” 

  “You’re the one that wanted free advertising.” Loona rolled her eyes.

  “Curse you actions of my past self coming back to haunt me! Karma is something that shouldn’t exist at all!”

  “That’s just life.” The kid shrugged. “We can still have fun though, right?”

  That made Blitz have 
  
    another 
  
  stupid expression on his face. “Yeah. We 
  
    can.” 
  
  Blitz cackled. “Mox thinks watching you will stop me. Well think again, bucko.”  He grabbed the kid by the arm. “You’re helping me watch them tonight.” Wait...

  “Did you just-?”

  “Okay.” Iruma nodded, accepting it immediately. “Should I grab my old set of binoculars?”

  “No need, got my own little kit. We’ll use it for tonight.” He patted the boy on the back. “Get in the company van and wait for me there.”

  “On it!” The kid headed out.

  “Millie is going to kill you.” Loona rolled her eyes, but feeling slightly frustrated.

  “What? I’m still watching the kid-”

  “You used one of the trigger words.” Loona glared.

  “… And?” He shrugged. “You used them all the time. You know, when you made him that maid.”

  “That was for simple sh@t, and even that got on the b@tch’s nerves.” She explained. “You think she’s going to enjoy you taking the kid on your voyeur sh@t?”

  “Oh, she’d hate for a boy to be interested in watching and being near his family. Sure, the mom obsession can’t get involved in the least, right?” He responded sarcastically.

  Loona rolled her eyes. Blitz was impossible to deal with like this. “Your funeral.” She went back to texting. “Why the f@ck do you even want to f@ck those losers to begin with?”

  “Cause we’re a happy murder family and I love the closeness.”

  “… So you want to f@ck family?” She asked, her brow raised. “Like are they siblings you want to f@ck or kids you want to f@ck?”

  “… Have a fun night Loona,” Blitz said with a strained smile as he walked out of the room.

  “… I don’t know if it’s more or less concerning that he didn't give me an answer.”

  ========================================================================

  Iruma looked up at the deep blue sky. “Back to L@st... a bit of a weird place for a date.” He noted. While Iruma was reluctant to have Blitz go and do something Moxxie and Millie didn’t want, he did need help, and it was probably still better than the two of them sitting alone in a house... they didn’t really have much in common. With Millie, Iruma had hunting, with Moxxie, he had a love for cleanliness and morality… even if that was a very 
  
    loose
  
   morality…. But Blitz out of all the people in IMP was always more of his boss than his friend, so, he wasn’t really the closest with him.

  “Kid, you are-how are you still this clueless even with a girlfriend?” Blitz glared at him.

  “What?” He questioned. “Gluttony would have been the perfect place for a forest dinner, Envy for beach fun, or Pride for a restaurant,” Iruma said. “I’m not all that familiar with what L@st has to offer other than chocolates and prostitutes.”

  “… Going to pretend for a moment that you’re not a dumbass and just say you’re still new to hell,” Blitz grumbled.

  “Thank you.” 

  “If they’re going to L@st, there’s only ONE place in all of hell that could be 
  
    worth 
  
  going on a big night like this.”  Blitz walked ahead with a determined face. “The swankiest and most fancy schmancy sleaze joint L@st has to offer, Ozzie’s! The gem of the big Sin cock f@ck@r himself!”

  “… So a fancy restaurant that’s so fancy a Sin goes there?” Iruma questioned.

  “A Sin 
  owns
   it.” Blitz corrected. “Most exclusive joint in all of hell. If they’re not there, I’d eat doggie kibble.”

  “I can recommend brands of it if you’re looking.” Iruma offered.

  “… Wow, you just have no dignity, do you?”

  “Doesn’t help me live.” He shrugged. “Though that may be one of the few things we have in common.”

  “… What the f@ck do you mean by that?” Blitz glared.

  “Well, we both do pretty much anything for money, both humiliate ourselves on a regular basis, oddly we both like putting cheese on a stick and covering it with ketchup.” No idea why no one else liked that. “And we both get beaten up by the people around us, even by the people that like us.” 

  “Hey hey hey, I do 
  
    not 
  
  humiliate myself-!” Blitz tripped over a beer can and fell on his face. “That doesn’t prove your point. You just distracted me with your dumbassery.”

  “Okay.” He didn’t believe it, but it seemed easier than to keep the conversation open. “So, we going in through the vents?”

  “F@ck that, we’re heading inside the front door.” 

  “But then Moxxie and Millie would see us coming.”

  “Hehehehe.” A couple of nearby succubi chuckled as they walked by.

  “It’s a big joint, and we’ve created enough distance for us to get in unnoticed.” Blitz grinned proudly as they reached a big building with bright and shiny letters on top of the building, spelling out OZZIE’S. “And it may be fancy, but they’ll let just any hoe in, so an eligible bachelor like me and even a runt like you could get in.”

  “Oh, alright.” Iruma smiled as they walked forward. “Wait, but aren’t you and Stolas dating?”

  “I just f@ck his brains out, nothing more than that.” 

  “Ooohh, he just wants to give Octavia siblings...” That checked.

  “What the f@ck-?!” Blitz glared, before getting stopped by something in his way. “Watch it @ssh@l@-!” He started yelling…

  … before a surprisingly tall imp with large muscles and tiny wings stepped in front of them. “Hold it.”

  “Oh come on, is this place really a f@ck@n’ VIP section?” His boss glared.

  The imp pointed at a sign. “Couples only.”

  The two of them stared at it for a moment. “… Would you believe me if I said we’re a couple?” Blitz asked-

  “Ew, gross!” Iruma gagged, his stomach churned at the idea.

  “Hey, I’m a hot commodity!”

  “No entry without couples.” The imp crossed his arms.

  “Guess that’s the end of that.” Iruma shrugged. It was probably for the best. “Maybe we can still grab some chocolate before we head back-”

  “You know...” Blitz bashed his eyelashes at the imp-like something out of one of the pages of First Love Memories. “You have 
  
    really 
  
  pretty eyes… daddy.”

  Iruma stared blankly at what even 
  
    he 
  
  had to call a bad idea. Said fact was proven right when Blitz was tossed away a second later. “You gonna try and flirt too?” The guy asked with a raised eyebrow.

  “No, I have a girlfriend that isn’t here… so I’m just going to grab my boss and leave.” Iruma began walking back to Blitz. Maybe he could spend the rest of the day on the couch eating a few snacks….

  “Hey cutie.” A random succubus moved next to him, a strange grin on her face. “Heard you had a girlfriend, experienced much?”

  “We’ve had one full date so far... then there was dinner with my new boss...”

  “Yet you’re Chastity is still intact...” The succubus sniffed him almost like a dog. “Early squirter or just shy?”

  “I... don’t follow.” He was feeling uncomfortable.

  “Aww, how about we take it back to my place and I can show you... pretty please?” She did a pout and fluttered her eyelashes at him.

  “O-o-okay…” D@mn it! Why couldn’t he say no even after all this time!? Did he use up all that willpower to say no to Alastor!? Granted that was worth it, but he’d like to have some of it back please!

  “Yay!” The succubus hugged him, smothering his face with her bosom. This didn’t feel right... this wasn’t a friend, this wasn’t family, this wasn’t 
  
    Octavia
  
  . “Give mama a big kiss~”

  “I... feel weird kissing someone that calls them my mom..” He tried to back off as much as he could.

  “Oh you’ll be 
  
    screaming 
  
  mommy when I’m done…” The demon stuck their tongue out-

  
    Bam
  

  Only for the woman to go cross eyed as she fell backwards, letting him go in the process. “Didn’t they teach you anything in wh@r@ university?” A familiar voice rolled her eyes as she held a metal pipe, then dropping it. “The path to consent is to make them 
  
    happy 
  
  first, not uncomfortable.”

  “Oh, Verosika.” Iruma took in a deep breath. “Thanks for that. That was getting, 
  
    really
  
   uncomfortable.”

  “No problem, Cutie.” She smirked, ruffling his hair. “So, you came here for another scavenger hunt?” The pop star asked.

  “Nah, Blitz wanted to stalk on Moxxie and Millie’s anniversary date, but we got split up.” He explained. “They were going to... Ozzie’s, I think.”

  “The Big O… well isn’t this a coincidence?” Her smirk widened. “I happen to have a gig there tonight and I am in need of a little stage assistance. Would you mind?”

  “Oh no problem. It’ll definitely make me feel less guilty about coming here.” Iruma smiled. 

  “Blitzo making someone do something uncomfortable, how original.” Verosika rolled her eyes as she offered him her hand. “Want to escort me inside, Cutie?”

  “Sure.” Iruma wrapped his arm around hers as they started going towards the entrance. “Hey, I’ve noticed that most succubi use please whenever they want me to do something, but you don’t.”

  “I listen to your show. The most important rule of a succubus is to 
  
    always 
  
  get consent out of everyone.” She smiled as she rubbed his face tenderly. “And the last thing I want is a cute little thing like you uncomfortable around me.”

  “Aww, thank you.” He smiled. “And that’s a rule? Could have sworn demons did whatever they wanted for funsies.”

  “Sinners do. And most imps definitely.” Verosika grumbled. “But succubi are literally 
  
    born 
  
  to please. L@st is our home, and there are standards to be met. After all, it’s this trust in regulations that gives us access to the human world.”

  “Oh yeah. I did think it was a bit weird that you were on the beach, but given everything else it kind of slipped my mind.” He recalled, also remembering she also had a human disguise. “Your human form was very pretty.”

  “Aren’t you the little complimentary champ.” She ruffled his head. “You just earned yourself a cup of hot cocoa.”

  “Yay!” This night was actually turning around to being pretty great.

  The tall imp from before stood at the door. “Told you kid, no entry without-”

  “He’s with me,” Verosika smirked.

  “… Little boy knows how to land em, apparently.” The man said with mild surprise, before shrugging and opening the rope.

  “Thank you.” Iruma waved as they entered. “Though now he probably thinks we’re dating.”

  “Oh really…” The woman looked at him funny with a small blush. “Oh well, can’t change how he and everyone else here will see it, might as well roll with it.” She pulled him in closer. “And hey, see it as a chance to get ideas on how to treat your little birdie sweetheart the next time you go out together.”

  “Ideas?” He asked.

  “I know you’re new to both hell and the dating scene. I’ll give you some tips, and if at any time you feel uncomfortable, just let me know, alright?”  She smiled.

  That was more control over his life than Blitz was giving him, and she wasn’t a jerk about it either. “I guess I see no problem with it if you’re helping.”

  “Happy to help that.” She gently rubbed his back. “Now come on, we’ll start with the bar, then get you set up with the stage crew in the back to help my performance later.”

  “Sounds like a plan.” Maybe tonight would be pretty-oh wow. “You have really nice hands.”

  “Ah, you say that to all the girls.” She chuckled.

  “Huh. I kind of do. Guess I’m just lucky to meet all the nice ones.”

  ========================================================================

  “Pedro, I must confess. I am... a man!”

  
    “Le gasp!”
  

  
    “And I am pregnant!”
  

  
    “Le gasp!!”
  

  
    “From your sister!”
  

  
    “LE GASP!!!”
  

  Why did Stolas have this channel on record again? Right, because it made the drama in his OWN life seem tame by comparison. “That’s a mood…” Here he was. In an empty house, all alone at night eating 
  
    cereal. 
  
   For once he had the time to think clearly and it was only because Stella took Octavia out of the palace on weekends, even though they 
  
    still 
  
  weren’t divorced and had NO custody rights whatsoever!

  He was just... too tired to fight. His medication was running low and he just didn’t have the energy to keep arguing with that woman every hour of every day. Apart from Blitzy and Octavia... his life was starting to lose meaning and purpose. He commanded legions he didn't want, told prophecies for people he hated, and was surrounded by hundreds of cousins and siblings he could care less about…why did everyone want to be a royal? If you weren’t studying or doing paperwork, then there just was no spark to the lifestyle.

  One day they’d be just like him, sitting here alone... his daughter with his wife... she was probably listening in to what her love was doing on the radio right about now... maybe he should tune in and listen... then again it was getting late, so the fun might end …

  Ring

  He idly looked over to the phone, seeing the caller ID. “Ah, Blitzy’s calling,” Stolas noted as he took a bite of food... before choking. “BLITZY’S-gak-CALLING!” Blitzy 
  
    never 
  
  called first, it was always the other way around. Mostly to remind Blitzy of their arrangement on the full moon. But this wasn’t a full moon, this was 
  
    before 
  
  a full moon!

  He tripped and stumbled his way to the other side of the couch to reach the phone, which was probably unneeded given his long limbs. “Bli-Blitzy, hello-hello! You’ve-you called.” He had to sound awkward, d@mn it.

  “Heeeeeeey Stolaaaas.”
   The imp said in a smooth and buttery tone.

  “Yes, hello.” He chuckled nervously. “What-what-what’s up, as the kids say?” ‘What’s up?’ Stupid! Stupid!

  “Yeah…. I….. “
   the man muttered something couldn’t hear. 
  “Are you busy tonight?”

  “Ahhh…” He looked back to the empty house and spilled cereal now on the floor. “Why do you ask?”

  “Cause... look, I wanted to go to Ozzie’s, and …”

  Ozzie’s... fancy restaurant... asking him... “Blitzy… are... are you asking me...
  
    on a date!?”
  
   Please be real, please be real, please be real!

  
    “
    Sh@t...”
  
   the man spoke as if he was also realizing this 
  
    marvelous 
  
  revelation. 
  “I… I guess I am… you interested?”

  “YES!” Stolas exclaimed with glee. “I’ll be in L@st in twenty minutes!” He needed to look his best, oh, he was a mess!

  “Great, great, see you then...”

  “I’ll see 
  
    yooooooou
  
   Blitzy~!” His lover, his first 
  
    true 
  
  love had finally asked him on date! Blitzy finally came 
  
    to 
  
  him! And they didn’t even have to have s@x for it either!

  “This is happening, this is really, truly happening!” After their little mishap with the human government, Stolas almost feared that Octavia may have had a point, that their relationship may have been 
  
    less 
  
  mutual than he had expected it to be.

  But here he was, having a mutual, tender moment with the man... “I need a shower!” He wallowed in nothing but misery all day!

  He 
  
    did 
  
  have something to look forward to in his life, 
  
    he did 
  
  have purpose! They would go out and have a grand time... 
  
    in public
  
  ! They would show the world that they were in love and embrace the prying eyes that shined on them! Neither class or scrutiny would keep them apart!

  They could hold hands, talk about their life, kiss! Tonight would be nothing short of spectacular and magical!

  He put on his best suit and lightly pressed the foundation on. Stolas was so happy he didn’t bother taking the last of his happy pills! Tonight. And maybe beyond that, he would no longer require them.

  “Okay, okay, portal, portal.” Come on, you know this spell. Twirl and imagine stars bending and shifting as you channel energy... there! “Blitzy!” He posed as the gentle rain pitted on them. “You like the look?”

  “Yeah... super... fancy.” Blitzy checked him up and down. “A bit much don’t you think?”

  “Well, this-this is our first official date after all? Why not indulge on this special occasion?” Was it too much? He was sure that this was the type of wear for a classy place like Ozzie’s.

  “Right, first date...” Blitz held his hand as they walked to the entrance. Given Stolas was royalty, they had no need for lines at all.

  “Hey @ssh@l@, I said couples-” A imp/succubus hybrid began glaring at Blitzy, forcing Stolas to step up.

  “
  
    Is 
  
  there a problem here?” Stolas glared intensely.

  The little hellborn paled in fear. “N-n-no your highness. Right this way.” He backed away, then muttered. “Where the heck are they getting these people?”

  “Not up your ass, that’s for sure, you f@ck@n prude!” Blitzy flipped the man off as they entered inside. “Hell yeah, we’re in!”

  “Oh my...” Stolas looked around as baphomets and succubi flew around, decadent blue flames dressed the floor all over them. “Oh yes. Oh no in so many ways, but oh yes. I knew Asmodeus could decorate, but this is beyond what I expected.” If it wasn’t so... R rated, he’d recommend it to Octavia. Maybe when she was eighteen.

  “You know the big O?” Blitz called as he took out a pair of binoculars for some reason.

  “Hey may be a Sin, but he’s also a high ranking member of the Ars Goetia.” He told Blitz. “Just above my father, and the only one higher than him was Bael.”

  “Was?” The imp asked. “Did he croak or something?”

  “Oh, I wasn’t there so I wouldn’t know for certain, but apparently he was the Sin of vanity... and tried to prove it by forcefully sleeping with Queen Lilith... in front of Lucifer.”

  “….Yeesh, I don’t know if that’s a result of big b@lls or a smooth brain.” Blitz winced. “Even if he is a puss, who the f@ck f@cks with the king of Hell?”

  “Last I checked, your own were rather impressive.” Stolas cheekily teased as they sat down... sat down in public at a restaurant, oh he could barely contain his excitement! “Talking to the radio demon as an equal, given his violent nature.”

  “Oh, that f@ck@r, I deal with worse demons like him on a daily basis. Angry clients, h@rny clients, 
  
    really 
  
  h@rny clients, they talk big, but none can knock down my big d@ck energy!” Blitzy shouted as he continued to look through the binoculars.

  Stolas tilted his head. “Are you looking for something Blitzy?”

  “Nothing, nothing at all!” He called back.

  “Oh… “ Was this normal on a date? Most of his experience on this front was from when he needed to ‘escort’ Stella in their teen years, which mainly consisted of him drinking the bar dry to drown out her b@tch@ng. “So... how goes... life?”

  “Huh?” Blitz stared at him back. “Whataya mean? Life’s life, right? Sh@tty but we get by.”

  “I mean… when we’re together I feel like it’s less so,” Stolas spoke honestly. 

  “… Really?” The imp tilted his head. “I mean, I get I’m a good f@ck and all but …”

  “Blitzy, I don’t just spend time with you for our… arrangement.” Okay Stolas, he could do this. Confess your true feelings, say the words that couldn’t be taken back and say them proudly to the one man that made his life worth living again. “I-” He looked past the imp for a second, something moving  in the back. His four eyes blinked. “-Is that Young Suzuki?”

  “Huh?” Blitz turned his head with his binoculars in hand. “How the f@ck did he get in without-oh you have got to be f@ck@ng kidding me, she’s here!?”

  “Is there something I should be aware of?” Stolas asked.

  “LADIES AND GENTS, sleazebags and sleazettes, welcome one and all-!” The stage began to light up with sparks as a raspy voice announced itself to the audience as metallic arms and legs flung what looked like an imp in a jester costume through the air. “To the gem joint and jewel of the L@st Ring, Ozzie’s! Hosted by the one and only original Fizzarolli!” 

  “Oh f@ck@ng Satan, why!?”

  ========================================================================

  Verosika gently rubbed the boy’s back as he drank some cocoa. “So, first thing you have to take into account when dating someone. Sexuality.” The idea of her ex being here did damper the mood a little, but it was all worth it to hang out with the little sweetheart. Especially when it was on the topic of romance and sensual expression.

  “Isn’t that something to do with making kids?” The naivety of this boy was just adorable.

  “Nope.” She popped her lips with the statement, grinning. “It’s about what you like in a partner.” 

  “So personality? Something like that?” Iruma asked.

  “It’s cute 
  
    and
  
   good that’s your first response, but what I’m referring to is on a more physical level.” She explained. 
  
     
  
  “Let me put it this way.” Verosika slid over and gave him a hug. “Does this feel comfortable?”

  “Yes... very actually.”

  “What if Charlie was doing it?”

  “She’d hug me a little harder, but still comfy all the same.”

  “Angel Dust?”

  “Huh… A little weird given he’s not the biggest fan of me, but it still feels nice, even if the spider fur might get itchy.”

  “Husk?”

  “That’s a funny thought… Husk hugging anybody.” Iruma snorted. “He’s a cat, so that’d be fluffy and nice if it ever happened...”

  “Octavia?”

  “Undoubtedly.”

  “Blitz?”

  “Eh… Honestly can’t imagine him doing that to anybody that isn’t Loona. He’s kind of… pr@ckly on that front.” No surprise there.

  “Missi Zilla?”

  “Cozy enough even with the scales.”

  “Moxxie?”

  “Honestly he probably needs me to hug him more, though he has gotten more confident lately.”

  “Nifty?”

  “I switch from being glad she hugs me to being mortally terrified.”

  “Alastor?”

  “Never in a million years.” He growled.

  “Now, what do all the people you like hugging have in common?”

  “… They’re all people… All older than me… All demons… and… all nice to me?” Iruma nodded slowly.

  “And can you state any differences? Any ones at all in your mind?”

  The kid put on a cute thinking pose for a second. “No, not really. Some are mostly nice than others, but hugs are nice no matter who they come from.”

  “And do you have a 
  
    preference 
  
  to who hugs you? Men. Women. Anything between that?”

  “Why does that matter?”

  “It’s all under the umbrella of s@xuality, Cutie.” Verosika smiled. “Some people only date those of the same gender, some the opposite. Some both, some neither. It helps figuring out why you like a person, and what you one day hope to do together.”

  “Ahhh.” Iruma nodded. “I guess that makes sense.”

  “Now I’m going to ask you something that you’ll 
  
    really 
  
  have to think hard about the answer to. It’s simple, but a bit challenging.” Verosika hoped the little birdie girl was listening. “If Octavia was a boy, would that change how you feel about them?”

  “No. Octavia’s a nice person deep down, her kindness and thoughtfulness doesn’t have anything to do with her gender. Why would being a guy make a difference?” The kid said practically instantly.

  “Excellent answer.” The things she would do if he was single. “So if I were to put you under any label, I’d mark you down as demis@xual.”

  “Is that a good thing?”

  “It’s not good or bad. It’s just a part of you that makes you you.” Verosika rubbed his face fondly. “Did you only have the desire to kiss Octavia after you’ve established you liked her romantically?”

  “Well, yeah.” He nodded. “She became one of my closests friends... it’d be weird if she wasn’t.”

  “If she walked up to you and kissed you before you got to know her, like I did, would you find it weird and uncomfortable?” She asked.

  “… I’d find it more confusing, but yeah, something along those lines.” He blinked. 

  “Demis@xual means it’s not that you’re uninterested or don’t want it, it just means that you can only form those types of bonds from people close to you. The 
  
    connection
  
   with another is what’s attractive.” She explained.

  “Ahhhh…. That… that does feel right to me.” The kid looked to himself, reflective.

  “Meanwhile, there’s other people like say... Alastor.” She heard some tidbits from the shows. “He’s an as@xual and aromantic. Completely uninterested in relationships, and pretty much hates touch unless 
  
    he’s 
  
  the one initiating it.”

  “I feel like anybody that gets touched by Alastor needs a shower.” The boy snickered. “Like… who would even 
  
    want 
  
  to touch him?”

  “Every single lady in cannibal town… and possibly Vox if the rumors are true.” Verosika nodded.

  “Gross.” He shivered.

  “Touch isn’t bad per say.” She smirked, rubbing her hand gently down his arm. “Can you imagine how Octavia would feel if you did this to her?” 

  “... No not really.” He replied. “I mean, isn’t romance about making sure the person you’re with is happy? Me and Octavia already do that.”

  “Oh you sweet, sweet naive boy... that’s only the first step.” She chuckled. “There’s 
  
    many 
  
  ways to make a girl happy if you play your cards right. For example…” She lightly tapped her foot against his under the table. “Small expressions of affection couples do when they’re together is footsie. It’s nothing too major, but a small affirmation that the two of you are on each other’s mind.”

  “Okay... like this?” He tried to do the same.

  “That was more of a kick. Try a liiiittle lighter, and aim for the sole of my foot.”

  “Like…” The boy gently pressed it.
“Yes, like that...” She felt her heart pace a little. It was like she was back in highschool seducing her first teacher, except more innocent and the situations were reversed. “Now slowly rub it clockwise around it with the tip.” He did so. “Your girl’s gonna love that.” Verosika knew she did.
  “... She will?” He asked. “I get it might be a normal thing, but would the situation stay the same if she has talons? There aren’t a lot of nerve endings there.”

  “Take it from a gal that’s had.. experience with a lot of demons, 
  
    she 
  
  will.” Verosika grinned. “Half of it is the physical stimulation, but there's always another half of emotional stimulation too. Like how good and fluffy your heart feels when you hold hands or feel an embrace.”

  “Oh, like when everything feels light and warm whenever she gets into a ramble about taxidermy?” Iruma asked with wide eyes.

  “Exactly. Little touches like this can even make the most mundane activities feel magical.” Verosika sighed fondly, remembering what it was like to experience moments like that… until the 
  
    b@st@rd 
  
  ruined it all. “Once upon a time ago, that little b@tch of a boss you call Blitzo used to know how to do that.” She growled. “Until he realized he’d rather drain dry anybody’s sympathy for him and rip apart the bridges he built.”

  “Right, you two used to date.” Iruma nodded.

  “He was my bodyguard.” Verosika nodded back. “I had a little gig for Loo Loo Land, and he was one of the clowns… he was terrible at his jokes, but the effort he went just to tell one… it was endearing.” She sighed. “He made me laugh, and this was just as my career had really taken off. He was just there…mentally, emotionally, it made everything better.”

  “Wow... that sounds amazing.” He smiled. “And… it really doesn’t sound like Blitz. Why would you give that up?”

  “Oh, is 
  
    that 
  
  what he tells people?” Verosika rolled her eyes.

  “No, I was just... saying why would either of you give that up?” The kid clarified. “It seems like the type of thing to fight for, you know? I mean, Via-chan and I literally ran to each other during extermination to not give us up.”

  “I heard… what you two have is incredible.” Verosika grinned as she rubbed his face. “And I didn’t, Satan knows that I fought for him... I thought helping him out, making him my bodyguard would be enough. We both got paid to 
  
    literally 
  
  spend time together, there was 
  
    nothing 
  
  getting in the way of that... but he... just started shutting himself off from everyone.” Verosika groaned. “No friends, never spoke to his family, every time I tried to get him to cut loose and open up, he’d do the 
  
    stupidest 
  
  sh@t to push me away. Like during our fifth month anniversary of dating, I got him this golden horse locket, two hours later my apartment was on fire.”

  “Oh… maybe that was coinci-”

  “Then there was the time we agreed to get matching tattoos. I had his name printed right here.” She pointed to her shoulder tat, where Blitz’s name was in a heart, now crossed off. “And what tattoo does he get? One on his ass saying ‘all horses eat this for free’.”

  “... He does have a weird thing with horses-”

  “And THEN there was the time where my parents were coming over and I asked him to put on a suit so we could introduce him and hang out. Five minutes later, they open the door to the guy shooting our neighbor!”

  “He does take murder way too casually-”

  “Or there was the time I made us breakfast in bed, spent 
  
    hours 
  
  cooking for the two of us, he then threw it all out the window, left the hotel for two stealing 
  
    my 
  
  car and credit cards, and maxed them all out on sh@tty horseback lessons in Wrath that I’m 
  
    still paying 
  
  for!” Her hand gripped very tightly, her nails threatening to make it bleed.

  “…. oh god that’s… I can’t find a single good thing about that.” Iruma winced.

  “Cause he’s a selfish jerk that self-destructs and pushes others away,” Verosika growled.

  “That’s really... bad.” He said, looking considerate. And also confused. “Why would you hurt someone who wants to help you?”

  “That’s one of the many things you have over him, Cutie... you’re not a prideful little sh@t.” She rubbed his head, soothing not just herself but also him from her moment of scornfulness. “Honestly from the rantings you give to hell, he sounds like your parents.”

  “... Nah.” He shook his head. “He treats Loona alright. It’s not like he tries to use her for money …” 

  “No, just validation,” Verosika explained. “Everything he does, every single f@ck@ng action he takes, is just for him to find an excuse to justify his sh@tty behavior. Does he treat those other imps like equals?”

  “I... not really …”

  “Does he go out of his way to help or annoy people?”

  “… He does get on everyone’s nerves more often than not.”

  “And does he even 
  
    care 
  
  about you?” Verosika pointed out, looking straight in his eyes. “Did he take the time to listen to you and what you had to say or think…. Or did he pull you here against your will to do something you’re uncomfortable with?”

  Iruma’s eyes widened. “He…”

  “LADIES AND GENTS, sleazebags and sleazettes, welcome one and all-!” The stage began to light up with sparks as a raspy voice announced itself to the audience, metallic arms and legs flung what looked like an imp in a jester costume through the air. “To the gem joint and jewel of the L@st Ring, Ozzie’s! Hosted by the one and only original Fizzarolli!” 

  “Oh f@ck@ng Satan, why!?” Ha, she could at least hear him suffer.

  “Wait, isn’t that the robot from Loo Loo land?” Iruma asked.

  “Some of you may recognize this dashing clown face from my numerous toy-botic replicas across the rings of Hell!” The imp explained before she had a chance to. “Gloriously designed by the big man himself and uh-” He rolled up his sleeve, seductively tracing the metallic arm. “-Ribbed for your pleasure tonight.”

  “Ooooh, that checks out.” They nodded.

  “We have a great lineup for you tonight! Verosika Mayday, Wet Dream and The Squirterz!” The spotlight began to move on them.

  “Ah, forgot I didn’t want Moxxie or Millie to know I was here!” He moved under her seat as the light shined down... he was in between her legs... oooh she 
  
    really 
  
  wished there was more she could do now, her heart was pacing at the opportunity right before her.

  “Ah, seems like she’s having fun with her own boy toy of the night before her time in the spotlight.” The imp had 
  
    no 
  
  idea how right he was. “Speaking of toys, anyone heard about the broken one at Loo Loo Land!? Please, tell us about it! Because we were 
  very much
   looking forward to sue everyone involved.”

  “Not going back to Greed anytime soon, it seems,” Iruma muttered as he peeked out, his hand brushing on her legs. Ooooh, so many things were making her heart race right now, and he still had such cute, innocent eyes while in that position.

  “Such a shame too. We made more money making kids laugh at that off brand cr@p hole than we did selling robots to all you freaks to jerk you off, if ya know what I mean.”

  “I do!” Someone shouted. “I got four under my table!” How h@rny did one b@st@rd have to be to have four robots to jack you off?

  “Ahaha… great…. keep that freak far away from me,” Fizzarolli grumbled loudly, obviously to the hidden mic.

  “What are they doing under the table?” Iruma asked in innocent curiosity.

  “Ssssh… just stay down and stay close,” Verosika whispered as she wrapped her legs around him. “Feel comfortable?”

  “Strangest hug I’ve ever had, but it feels nice.” Oh, she was DEFINITELY keeping the kid like this until her time on stage. Or maybe she can bring him into performance somehow? Something to think about.

  “Alright, to get you all off, and start the night off with a bang, we have a special little performance from a little imp hailing all the way from the Wrath Ring, give it up for Moxxie!” Fizzarolli announced as there was a small clapping from the audience. “With no creative stage name whatsoever!”

  “Ooooh,” Iruma mumbled from her legs (the vibrations alone, 
  
    come on
  
  ). “Wonder if he’s gonna sing his love song?” And that cut her thoughts to a halt.

  “Love song?” At Ozzie’s?

  “Well yeah. It’s his first anniversary with Millie.” The kid explained. “Even my parents did something like that on their own... of course they had me be the butler... and table... and footstool...”

  “Ooofff…” Verosika winced. “Sorry to say this kid, but... your friends are in for a rude awakening. Ozzie’s ain’t the place for mushy romance.” In spite of how much she wanted it to be with this kid right where he was.

  Iruma slowly blinked at her. “... Oooh boy.”

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  Fizzi giggled as he sat down next to the big man himself. “How bad do you think it’s gonna be?”

  “Hey, after that ‘F@ck’ song a year back, nothin can be TOO bad.” Ozzie chuckled. “Seriously, who thinks one word repeated over and over counts as a song?”

  “At least it was catchy. And their mermaid costumes were on point.” Fizzi snorted as the imp walked on stage. “Oh get this Ozzie, this guy brought his 
  
    wife 
  
  here... on their 
  
    anniversary
  
  .”

  “Holy f@ck, they think they can get schmaltzy in 
  
    my 
  
  house with that monagamy sh@t?” Ozzie laughed.

  “I know right?” Fizzi snickered. “It’s the L@st Ring, were they expecting sunshines and rainbows?” All of it was nothing more than mindless, emotionless f@ck@ng... and when they were in public, it would 
  
    stay
  
   that way. “Should we ride their coattails before or after the song?”

  “Let it play a bit, then we’ll jump down and give ‘em some pointers.” The big man smirked.

  They watched the imp f@ck@r walk onto the stage, lightly moving the mic and pulling out a chair. The guy pulled out a guitar, smiling. “This song goes out to the love of my life... Millie.”

  “Oh this guy is hopeless, and he hasn’t even started.” Fizzi laughed. “This is either a case of childhood sweethearts or two people stuck with a premature pregnancy.”

  “I don’t know Fizzipop, it could be true love...” Ozzie and him paused for a second before laughing. “Hahahahaha, oh that’s never not funny.”

  “I know, true love. What f@ck@n’ b@llsh@t.” Fizzi snickered. Love... something you earn, not get.

  The little b@tch boy began playing his little instrument. 
  
    “I love you... more than the brimstone loves the fire.”
  
   He sang out. 
  
    “More than Beelze- loves her -bub. More than a maggot loves gangrenous stubs.”
  

  “Beelze and her bub?” Ozzie snickered. “Okay, that one I’m keeping. She’d love the line.”

  “I’m more surprised the B@tch of Gluttony doesn’t have a straw permanently connected to her mouth to drink the stuff.”

  “She tried, Belphegor made her stop on her third day.” He shivered. “Chick is crazy when we’re stupid.”

  
    “You make my spirit sing …”
  
   He went on. 
  
    “Yeah, you make me glad I live in Hell, our love is a story sweet to tell.”
  
   The two freaks were smiling at each other.

  “Ugh, this is almost as sappy as that radio kid everyone freaks out over when he’s with that owl chick.” Fizzi rolled his eyes.

  “I keep hearing about that. Any good stuff?”

  “Nothin’ at all.” Blitzo made sure of that. F@ck@r couldn’t help but ruining EVERYTHING he touches, Fizzi didn’t need a 24/7 broadcast to know that.

  
    “Yeah, you cast a special Satanic spell over my heart!”
  
   The smoke machines released as the air became pink and fluffy and everything romantically sappy. Seriously, who the hell went for this cr@p in L@ST! The only missionary couples that came to L@st were the ones that wanted a threeway or an open relationship.

  
    “Love is a journey we decided to start, Yeah, I hope we'll never ever be apart.”
  
   The shrimpy imp stated. 
  
    “I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you….!”
  

  Nodding mutually, the two of them slowly moved into the smoke... and joined in 
  “
  
    
      I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you.”
    
  
   The shrimp slowly slowed down as he finally noticed that his little song was about to get hijacked.

  
    
      “I love you, I love you, I love you.”
    
  
   They cackled at the imp’s stupid expression of confusion. The man REALLY thought he was going to get away with the sap fest, HA! You don’t get to be sappy in this house!

  And then... Ozzie layed down the 
  law. 
  
    “You singing love songs in my l@stful lounge?”
  
   He asked, voice filled with power and offense.

  
    “Ozzie's ain't the place for sentimental sounds!”
  
   Fizzi pointed out.

  
    “What'd you expect from a proprietor like us?”
  
   His boss asked.

  
    “Your demon host, Asmodeus, the Embodiment of L@st!”
  
   Fizzarolli introduced, arguably, the greatest demon in all of hell.

  “Oh crumbs….” The sappy imp whispered.

  
    “Give me a thrust!”
  
   Ozzie began dancing, thrusting his hips forwards as he marched towards the imp.

  
    “Bwabwabwabwa bwaaaah-”
  
   He added back up music.

  
    “Show me some l@st.”
  
   He moved around, overpowering the imp with his height. 
  
    “From the groin to the bust! In desire, we trust!”
  
   The Sin of L@st was unmatched, attractive and irresistible to everyone around them. There was NOBODY that could gaze about this man without getting a little hard.

  
    “In the house of Asmodeus!”
  

  
    “Trumpet! Hah!”
  
   Fizzi giggled.

  
    “Little Imp, you came here to sing your serenade, perform your feelings on a velvety stage.”
  
   Ozzie gently told them. 
  
    “Well, we got a saying that's popular in these parts.”
  

  
    “Only little b@tch@s strum the strings of their hearts!” 
  
  Harsh truth, but the truth nonetheless.

  
    “You wanna hang around this l@stful town?”
  
   Ozzie questioned. 
  
    “Ditch the lovey-dovey before we knock you around.”
  
   And threatened. 
  
    “Here we sing about wants and desires!”
  

  
    “Depravity! Savagery! Loins hotter than fire!”
  
   He brought the imp next to a baphomet that spewed flames.

  
    “So, give me a thrust!”
  
   In this house, you didn’t bring up romance, you didn’t bring out the hearts and flowers. 
  
    “Show me some luuuuuust!”
  
   Only raw passion. 
  
    “From the groin to the bust, little Imp, you just must. In the house of Asmodeus.”
  
   The rule of Asmodeus, keep love enclosed.

  
    “Come on, sing us a song!”
  
   The Sin danced on a pole, swinging around and showing off that 
  
    delectable
  
   ass as Fizzi had no choice but to throw money at the beautiful sight of debauchery. 
  
    “Make sure the subject is gettin' it on!”
  
   As long as the song changed and spiced up, they could stay. 
  
    “Make it graphic and tantrically long~”
  

  
    “Be sure to rhyme "thong" and "shlong"!”
  
   Fizzi helpfully added, looking through the dictionary.

  
    “Go ahead, your mic's on!”
  
   Ozzie offered the imp one more chance to not f@ck it up.

  They hesitated, before taking a deep breath, resuming their song. 
  
    “I want to…”
  

  
    “Yeah, what do you want? B@tt stuff? P@ss play? Bondage?”
  
   He asked, hoping for something fun.

  
    “Make gentle love to you.” 
  
  They groaned. Okay, this f@ck@r was asking for it. The humiliation was all on him now.

  
    “Ugh, what a limp-d@ck Imp, you're really killin' the vibe.”
  
   This was lust, romance just killed the night everyone wanted. 
  
    “Get a load of this dweeb, and his unsatisfied bride.” 
  
  If you want romance, go back home, and stay unseen... Just like Fizzi and Ozzie did.

  “Hey, now! I've watched those two pork many times.” … Wait.

  “What?! Blitz?!” The singer b@tch screamed out in confusion.

  “And, honestly, they make missionary look relatively exciting!” Ooooh, he DARED to come here of all places!?

  “WHAT ARE YOU DOIN’ HERE AND NOT WITH OUR KID!?” The b@tch date shrieked out as what looked like fire spouted from her eyes.

  Oh, looks like Blitzo was in a bit of a bind tonight…. What better time than to take a piss on the pr@ck than when he was down!? 
  
    “Is that Blitzo? So, you're showin' your face?!” 
  
   Fizzi had the lights dark and shine bright red.

  
    “Hey, everybody! This guy's a total disgrace!”
  
   He told the world. 
  
    “Some nerve you got to comment on a relationship.”
  
   SOME nerve indeed. 
  
    “Last I checked, your love life is a pile of sh@t!”
  
   Always a failure that ruined everything and everyone.

  
    “Oh, Blitzo?”  
  
  Verosika stood up, a blue haired kid falling out from underneath where she was sitting. Wow, what a lucky guy for someone so young. 
  
    “I used to date him.”
  
   The pop star shouted out to the world.

  
    “Date him, date him!”
  
   The crowd cheered.

  “Wait, Iruma-YOU’RE WITH THAT SK@NK!?” The date b@tch shouted.

  “Hey, she’s a HOT sk@nk!” Someone shouted.

  
    “I'd stroke him, I'd f@ll@t@ him.” 
  
  The succubus popstar sang as she pulled the kid up and twirled him around playfully.

  
    
      “F@ll@t@ him, f@ll@t@ him.”
    
  

  
    “Yeah, but when it was my turn.”
  
   She smirked, gently pulling the kid into a seat.

  
    “My turn, my turn.”
  

  
    “He did no reciprocatin'.”
  
   The singer glared at the red B@st@rd.

  
    
      “What a d@ck bag.”
    
  

  “Blitz!” The b@tch roared. “I’m going to kill you!”

  “Yeah, you and everyone else here!” The prick shouted as the lights kept pounding down on him.

  
    “A selfish Imp in the sheets.”
  
   Verosika kicked the f@ck@r out of his chair, and into the stage. 
  
    “And just as bad in the streets.”
  
   The woman marched forward, glaring down at him. 
  
    “A reckless, heart-breaking freak!” 
  
  She hissed venomously at the last word.

  “And here I thought he couldn’t fall any lower.” Fizzi laughed. Now THIS was the spiciness he was looking for.

  
    “Who's that at your table?”
  
   Ozzie asked suddenly, getting attention changed. 
  
    “Is your date a demon prince?”
  
   Was he... what? Sure enough, there was a nervous looking bird man. 
  
    “Stolas, is that you?”
  
   Said goetia looked downright panicked.

  “Are you sleeping with an Imp?!” Wally Wackford screamed out.

  “I… uh…” The goetia tried to get a word out, only to sink deeper into a chair.

  
    “Woo! My dark lord, how the mighty do fall!”
  
   He moved forward, grabbing onto Blitzo as Asmodeus grabbed onto Stolas to keep him from leaving. 
  
    “You used to have a smoking wife, a kid, you had it all.”
  
   The king conjured up images of them, staring down the patriarch with disappointment. 
  
    “I hope you didn't give it up so you and him could get it up~” 
  
  Giving up a healthy family for someone like Blitzo…. What sh@ty taste.

  Stolas stared nervously at Blitzo as the figures vanished... before putting his face behind the menu…. He was ashamed… just like ANYONE that associated with Blitzo should be.

  
    “You sold your life for a thrust!”
  
   Asmodeus cackled as the lights shined with delight, the smoke dancing with the Sin, the very nature of reality sharing his glee. 
  
    “Now, that's the spirit of lust!!”
  
   F@ck@ng a single imp instead of the mother of a family. F@ck@d up, but it fit PERFECTLY with the mood.

  
    “Grab your groin or a bust, prepare to get your hair mussed. Pretend you don't see that crust, hump 'til your junk turns to dust.”
  
   The Sin cackled out as Fizzi took his side.

  
    “In the house of Asmode-!!!”
  

  
    
      CRACK
    
  

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  Blitz wasn’t sure what to expect out of the night... But... this wasn’t f@ck@ng it. It was just supposed to be a simple stalking of the M and M duo. Unfortunately, it escalated in the wrong direction. First he got stuck babysitting the brat, then the brat ditched him to hang WITH HIS F@CK@NG EX of all people, meanwhile Blitz had to resort to calling upon his sugar daddy to get into this joint... where he felt TOO many emotions spoke up, emotions that only surfaced when he got high on that truth telling sh@t.

  And now here he was, embarrassed by his old friend, his old flame, his new friends angry, and his new flame... nothing but a f@ck. And he thought that’s the note the song would end on... until Mills knocked Fizzarolli out with one swing of a guitar.

  “Hey!”
   The Sin shouted as he picked up the unconscious d@ck. “Fizzipop, speak to me, come back!”
   

  “F@ck@ng hypocrites.” Blitz rolled his eyes. Of course that’s how it worked. Because EVERYONE got to be happy instead of him…

  “I think you were trying to sing something for me, Mox.” Millie handed Moxxie the guitar. “It’s still our night …. Let’s focus on us for now... and get 
  
    answers…”
  
   Millie glared at Blitz. “...In the morning.” Welp, he was a dead man walking.

  “You’re right… you’re always right…” Moxxie chuckled as he played. 
  
    “I love us, I love us just the way we are.”
  
   He sang as the crowd smiled on. 
  
    “Don't have to pretend to like to do things we don't. I've always got you around to laugh at my stupid jokes.”
  

  “I know you said a rude awakening, but I think it worked out fine.” The brat smiled as he stood next to the b@tch.

  “Yeah... your mom figure just knocked out the best man of the guy who’s scarier than Stolas when p@ss@d,” Verosika said with a blunt nod. “If they don’t die, they’re definitely banned for life.”

  
    “I'll never take you for granted…”
  
   Who the hell even promised something like that? You could only get what you want in life by taking it for granted. 
  
    “I'll always give you my best…” 
  
   Who the f@ck was ever at their best? Everyone was a sh@tty mess waiting to get pushed over. 
  
    “And if you can offer the same fate will handle the rest…”
  
   How the F@CK could two people trust so much of themselves to another person, WHO trusted themselves with someone else?! You could only trust yourself!!!!!! 
  
    “'Cause I love you... 'Cause I love you”
  
   … Something he’ll never have.

  “Blitz….” Stolas…. That 
  
    b@st@rd
  
   tried to put his hand on his own.

  “... This was a mistake, " he said, pulling his arm back. “I’ll drive you back home if you need it.”

  “That…. That would be fine…” The two of them stood up… and walked out without another word.

  The drive was long and uncomfortable, arguably more for Stolas due to the height of the van not suiting his giant size, but Blitz had no plans to comfort the @ssh@l@… he showed his true colors tonight...he had ONE chance to prove those bastards wrong, to just… not be ashamed of him…. But he did…

  They arrived back at the fancy ass mansion, parking at the door. “Welp, this is your stop.”

  “Right …” They opened the door, spilling a few bottles. “... You know Blitzy, Octavia is with her mother this weekend. Maybe you …”

  “I’m not in the mood for a f@ck Stolas.” Blitz made it clear. “Not tonight.”

  “...We could... talk… or… watch a movie….” Did… was he REALLY going to act like he was supportive NOW!? “...Or… maybe cuddle… I… I meant what I said before-”

  “You made it perfectly clear that this is just a f@ck, you’ve made it clear ALL the time. Don’t act like what we have is anything special.” It was just for the book and kicks. Nothing more, nothing less. “It’s just you wanting me to f@ck you. Not, tonight.” He sniffed…. Why the f@ck did this hurt, why the f@ck did he feel bad?! “...I’m sorry…..”

  Stolas simply backed away, lightly bowing. “...Goodnight Blitz.” No pet name... Already too late to change anything about it…

  “Night.” Blitz drove off before he could get deluded enough into thinking things would be better if he stayed….because nothing got better in the end. “Time for a night of ice cream and booze.” At least he’ll have Loonie at home-no, f@ck, she was at that party…. Maybe the kid…. The kid…

  “Great, left the kid at Ozzie’s.” Guess he’ll get a ride from M and M, where they’ll have more time to talk about how much he f@ck@d up, the kid getting all sappy and sh@t, and then they could continue this endless cycle and pretend nothing happened. Yeah, that seemed like the best outcome. Pretend it didn’t hurt, pretend it didn’t hurt…
  
    pretend it didn’t hurt-
  

   He blinked, crashing into a hydrant as he saw someone in the driveway of his apartment. “Hey, get the f@ck out of the-” He blinked again. “Kid, what the f@ck are you doing here?”

  “Oh... we’ll I’m staying with you right?” The brat asked.

  “BUT... how... why... how did you find my place?!”

  “Oh, Verosika helped me. She walked with me here so I could wait by the door till you showed up.” Of COURSE the b@tch f@ck@ng did!

  “Yeah, and she did that out of the kindness of her heart after you ate her out.” Blitz rolled his eyes.

  “I didn’t eat her. I’m still trying to avoid cannibalism.” Iruma glared. “And she actually IS pretty kind, more than you were tonight.”

  “Kid, I don’t have time to deal with your dumbassery. Step aside and let me open the f@ck@n’ door.” He glared right back.

  “....No.” The kid stood his ground.

  “Don’t make me say please.” Blitz laid down the law.

  “Like how you said help to make me come with you tonight?”

  “Oh why the f@ck are you even mad about that, you had a great f@ck@ng time ditching me and talking behind my back to my ex!”

  “I didn’t ditch you, you DRAGGED me to L@st when we didn’t have to, I ALMOST had sex with a random succubus against my will if I wasn’t lucky enough to run into Verosika, who’s actually HELPFUL and nice to me!”

  “Oh wow, sex, so terrifying.” He rolled his eyes.

  “Oh you… you-You-!AGGGGGH!” Iruma kicked a nearby trashcan. “Verosika’s right about you, but you know what, just because YOU’RE a sex hungry maniac doesn’t mean EVERYONE likes it like you do!”

  “... Never said I like it.” He grumbled.

  “Then why bring it up?! Why always brag how good you are, why make Moxxie and Millie uncomfortable by trying to have sex with them?!”

  “I don’t need to tell you anything.” He said.

  “Yes you do, because I really, REALLY tried to say something nice about you, to prove that Verosika was wrong about you-!”

  “Good on you for trying when I admit I’m an @ssh@l@ who murders for fun.” Blitz shot back.

  “OH LIKE THAT MATTERS!” Iruma shouted. “I can count on ONE hand how many people I know in hell that haven’t killed people, but I still need to use both to count those that kill people that are NICE! Being a murderer doesn’t make you a jerk, you’re just… you’re just a horrible person!”

  “Nothing I haven’t heard before.” He pushed the brat out of he way, trying to find his apartment keys.

  “And you still don’t see it, you really don’t… Aggh, this is just like when I got to hell…” The kid grumbled.

  “You and I are NOTHING alike kid…”

  “We’re both surrounded by people that care about us… well, you WERE. And I was like you…” Iruma began walking in a circle. “Constantly questioning whether or not anyone could actually care for me, whether or not that was even possible…”

  “... Shut up.” He kept searching for the key.

  “But I woke up, it took a lot of pain, but I realized that these people DO care about me! It was hard, but I was able to move past it and accept it!”

  “Shut up…”

  “But you… I’ve seen it with Moxxie and Millie, I’ve heard it with Verosika, and now the same thing is happening with you and Stolas…”

  “Shut up-!”

  “You’re surrounded by people who care about you, or at least, CAN care about you, but you alienate yourself! You build this wall of negativity and you keep everyone out! You’re rude, you’re selfish, heck, this is the most we’ve talked to each other in the past few months, and it’s only because you’ve USED me for something that you wanted!”

  “Shut the f@ck up!”

  “Not until I get an answer!” The brat screamed. “Why do you keep pushing people away!?”

  He gripped the door handle tightly as he finally unlocked the f@ck@ng door. “Because I’m gonna die alone…” He muttered.

  “What?”

  “BECAUSE I’M GONNA DIE ALONE, ALRIGHT!” Blitz screamed. “You’ve got your friends and family and sh@t, but no matter what choice I make, I’m going to rot alone! With NO ONE caring that I left because I don’t deserve it! And I, learned, to 
  
    live
  
   with that. Now shut the f@ck up, or I’m not gonna let you sleep on the f@ck@ng couch!”

  “Why the hell wouldn’t you deserve it-?”

  “CAUSE I KILLED MY MOM!” 
  He cried out. “There! Happy!? Now all of Hell knows I’m a f@ck up!? Satisfied!? Did that make you happy!? Did me revealing my personal sh@t give you the closure you need for your so-called miserable life!? No!? Too f@ck@ng bad, cause I’m still right where I started, and I’m going to stay here, right where I am in life until I die, with the only, the ONLY thing that confirms it meant anything being that the radio f@ck@r lets you hang around the M and Ms cause I’m so sh@tty!” He kicked the door down. “You’re welcome for the miserable experience!”

  The brat didn’t say anything, simply staring with wide eyes, before mechanically trudging into the room.

  “Couch is yours..” Blitz muttered… he was too f@ck@ng tired for this shit. “Don’t go into Loona’s room.” The only other thing that proved his sh@tty life mattered.

  Ding

  He looked at his phone, seeing Loona’s new text. “... Great.” Blitz rolled his eyes. “Get in the van kid. We’re going to swing by Gluttony.”

  “I can stay-”

  “Like I’d let you stay alone in my house.” Where all his private shit was…
  
    where he was reminded he was all alone.'
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