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“Dad, something’s wrong with you. Why have you been so depressed lately?” Octavia asks Stolas.
“It's nothing, Via. I'm fine,” Stolas says with a forced smile.
“You can't fool me, Dad. Those bags under your eyes tell a different story. You look exhausted.” Octavia steps toward him and pulls her headphones out of her ears.
“Is it about this Blitz guy? Did he do something wrong?”
“Oh, Via, how can I explain this? You know, your mother and I never had a good relationship. I never loved her, even though we were married. But when I met Blitz, I felt such a deep connection with him. I thought he didn't feel the same and that I pressured him into meeting me and spending some 'special’ time together. So I gave him an Asmodeus crystal so that he wouldn't be bound to me and the Grimoire,” Stolas says in a sad tone.
“And he just took the crystal and ran off?” Octavia asks with a frown on her face.
“He didn't. I was the one who teleported him away. I couldn't bear to hear what he had to say…” Tears fill Stolas's eyes, and Octavia gives him a hug.
“I'm sorry, Dad, but wouldn't it be best to talk to him?”
“I can't, Octavia. This shouldn't have happened in the first place, and the sooner I end this, the better it will be. I just need to heal and move on. Now, let's not talk about it anymore. I have some work to do,” Stolas says, going to his library to work.
~
“Good morning, Blitz. It's time to wake up. We have work to do,” Valester says, snatching Blitzø's blanket away from him.
“Just five more minutes,” Blitzø groans and curls into a ball.
“No, no, no~ I've been awake for some time now and have already thought about new strategies for your business,” Valester says and scoops Blitzø's body up.
“Hey, what are you doing? I can walk by myself. I'm not some kind of baby.” Blitzø tries to wriggle out of Valester's grip, but he's too strong.
“I'm not sure you can, but I'll grant you mercy. Now, get ready,” Valester says, letting Blitzø down in front of the bathroom.
After everyone was ready, they drove to the agency to discuss Valester's ideas for improving the business.
At the office, Blitzo took a seat and received a confused look from Moxxie.
"Um, sir, why is that guy here?" Moxxie asked, glaring angrily at Valester.
"I said if he succeeded in the mission, I'd hire him, and he did. And I'm not one to go back on my word. So, let's welcome Valester. He's very skilled, I must admit," Blitzo said with a slight blush.
"Oh, thank you. I'm quite skilled with many things, but killing is one of my main talents.", Valester says with a wink.
“I'm not sure if we should trust him.”, Moxxie tries again.
“Oh, come on, Moxxie. We talked about it yesterday. We kill people for money, so what's different with him? Yes, he was a target, but I'm sure Blitz knows who to trust.” Millie says and looks him deep in the eye.
“Yeah, but-” Moxxie tries, but Blitzø stops him.
“Moxxie, I saw what he's capable of. Now, shut your small mouth and listen. Valester has some ideas to improve I.M.P., and I'd be very grateful if you listened to him.” Blitzø says and glares at Moxxie.
“Thanks, Blitz. Well, I thought about your business for a while and thought that we should invest more money in this office and the rest. It's looking run-down and cheap. No wonder people will think that we are scammers. So, in order to improve everything, we should buy new furniture and paint the walls. Now, you may ask how we should afford it. We need contacts; we need to expand the business. Some cheap flyers and an ad on a television channel that has almost no active viewers won't help. We need to let people know who we are and what makes us special," Valester explains.
"Since I'm new here and don't know many people, I'll need some time to make contacts, but this won't be a big problem. I have charm—and what's better than a club with many people around? Loona bought some tickets for a club tonight, and to make an impression, we will simply attract attention," Valester says.
"Um, nice idea, but don't you think we've tried that already?" Moxxie questions.
"Speaking as an experienced business person, people like you try too hard. You force them to look at you, and that's what we don't do. We have confidence; we know that we'll succeed, and most of the time, we don't even have to try. Just watch and wait; I won't disappoint you."
After discussing the plan for the evening, they make their way to a club that's mixed with lower and higher-ranked people.
“And don't forget, we'll do everything according to the plan Valester set up.”, Blitzø says, and the rest agree. They sit down at a round lounge and order some drinks. Valester sits in the most noticeable seat, smoking a cigarette. While the group is talking, a girl approaches their table.
“Hey, handsome, do you want to dance or do other stuff together~?”, the girl asks Valester in a seductive voice.
“I'm sorry, baby, but I'm here for work purposes. You know I work at this fancy business where we kill people to fulfill our clients' wants. It's a dangerous job, but, you know, the money's worth it.”, Valester chuckles.
"Oh, you do? I didn't know there was such a business around here.” She asks with a questioning look on her face while leaning down on the table.
“You didn't? We are I.M.P. and have already worked for some famous people. It's a shame that a pretty girl like you doesn't know us.”, Valester says in a disappointed voice.
“You worked for famous people? Who?”, the girl asks, interested.
“I can't tell you. I've already said too much, but I'm sure a pretty girl like you will keep this a secret.” Valester smirks at the girl, and she nods.
“Now, that's a good girl~”, he praises, and the girl blushes.
“I don't want to interrupt you, Valester, but we still have to discuss our next mission.”, Blitzø says, and Valester nods.
“Sorry, pretty girl, but he's right. We came here for work purposes only, but maybe we'll see each other around next time. Remember to keep I.M.P. a secret.” Valester says, gives her a note with his number, winks at her, and the girl nods again, going back to her friends at the bar. As expected, they start to talk and look toward them.
“See, that's how easy it is to take advantage of people. A little flirt here and praise there, and they're head over heels for you. She's definitely telling her friends about us. You know people love gossip, and they feel special when they expose other people's secrets." Valester says, and the rest are stunned.
"That's impressive," Millie says, and Moxxie has to admit that she's right.
“Now, we move on to the next step. Millie, your turn." Millie nods and gets up to the bar, getting another drink while listening to the girls.
"Oh, and he said he's working for this killing business, I.M.P., but keep it a secret. I'm not supposed to tell-" the girl gets interrupted by Millie.
"Excuse me, but weren't you supposed to be quiet? Who do you think you are?" Millie says it angrily and pushes the girl. She gasps and looks angrily at Millie.
"Chill, girl, they won't tell a soul." she says.
“Bullsh*t you agreed to not tell anyone and did it. How am I supposed to trust your friends when you can't even keep it yourself, but what did he expect of a girl like you?” Millie laughs disgustedly, and after some arguing, they're fighting, getting attention from the other people, and quickly they are surrounded by people watching them and cheering them on.
“That escalated quickly.”, Blitzø says, and Valester nods and stands up.
He walks towards the girls and separates them.
“Excuse me, but what's going on? What are you fighting for?” Valester asks, and the rooms suddenly remain very still.
“This bitch told her friends about our business, but you asked her to keep it quiet, she totally deserves to be punished.” Millie says.
“That's not true; she's lying.” The girl tries to defend herself, but Valester shakes his head.
“I don't believe you, Millie would ever lie.” Valester defends Millie.
"Okay, fine, I told them, and what now? Everyone, this guy works for this company, I.M.P where they kill people!", she shouts and the crowd begins to murmur.
“How dare you, I told you not to tell anymore.” Valester says and grabs her throat, lifting her up, his eyes starting to glow red and his voice darkening.
“Grab your friends and leave, and don't you dare come near us again.” He squeezes her throat harder and than drops her brushing of his hand in his coat. Now lokking around the crowd, his aura darkening.
“What are you looking at mind your own business unless you want to experience the true strength of me.” Valester growls, grabs Millie and sits down at their table.
“Are you fine?” Moxxie asks and grabs Millies face.
“Yeah I'm fine she was weak as f*ck.” She laughs.
“You did a good job Millie. Now everyone thinks that this is a secret, and it will spread even more.” Blitzø looks at Valester.
“I'm impressed. Now who wants to party?”, Blitzø asks, and the five of them spend their evening drinking and talking, without anyone interrupting them.
When they get in the car, Valester drives because the rest is too wasted, to drive. Well, he himself was a bit drunk, but not as drunk as the rest were. He drops Millie and Moxxie off and drives to their own apartment. Loona goes to her room, and Valester and Blitzø sit down on the sofa.
“You should get some sleep, Blitz, you're so drunk the hell you drank this much, haha.” Valester laughs, and Blitzø shakes his head.
"I’m not tha' drunk, jus' a lil' tipsy, an’ I’m not even tired yet…” He says and sits down at Valesters lap.
"I'd like... I'd like ta do somethin' else, y'know... you reaaally are good lookin'~”
“ Oh and what would tha-” Before Valester can finish his sentence he's interrupted by Blitzø's lips on his own. Very sloppy, they kiss, and Valester holds onto Blitzø's waist, who's now grinding his lap. After some kissing they seperate longing for air.
“Blitz you're drunk we should not do that.” Valester says and tries to put Blitzø down from his lap but Blitzø hangs onto him.
"Ohhh c'mon, you were the one who made me haaard the otherrr day, an' now you don' wannaaa?” Blitzø aks whiny.
“Are you really sure that you want this? There's no return once I start to do things to you~” Valester whispers low into his ear.
