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If only he would have said more to his raged filled imp that he loved him and that his feelings really matters and that how much it hurts him. Instead he whisked him away, out of his mansion and left him to wallow in his misery.
Blitzø is a lot of things, deeply troubled sure, he knows because of the reaction he has when he gave the Asmodean Crystal to him. He thinks he's tired of him, he thinks he felt rejected and thrown off, to be left behind, to be alone.
No one wants to be alone. He shouldn't have thought about that, he tried his best to make things right only that he made this worst not for him, but also those surrounding Blitzø.
He remembered vividly after what happened when Fizzarolli found him hugging Blitzø's limped-hanged body.
Fizzarolli had the strongest reaction next to Loona's own. The hellhound howled as if she's been stabbed, she ran off outside to be alone. The jester was standing there with disbelief, staring wide eyes at the prince and the body.
"T-this has to be a joke..." He muttered uneasily. He then slapped himself with his gloved hands. "C'mon just... Wake up, you idiot, this isn't funny...!"
Fizzarolli started to lose it, he started laughing as if this whole thing was a cruel prank played on him. "Seriously, stop this act, you f*cko!" He laughed as he shoved Stolas away from the hanging corpse as he cut the rope. Blitzø's body fell on his arms limply, he began to shake him gently.
"Blitzø, this isn't funny...! Wake up, man!" Fizzarolli stated with a cracked voice.
There wasn't a reaction from the assassin.
"YOU PIECE OF sh*t!! YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST PULL THIS sh*t ON ME AFTER WE GOT BACK TOGETHER AS FRIENDS?!?!" Fizzarolli cried as he shook the body wildly.
Stolas just stood aside, he can't do anything to fix this now. Eyes filled with tears as his mouth covered, if he makes a sound now, he would be thrown into a blame game, yes, he is aware he was the last straw, he didn't need more constant reminders that this was his fault. Fizzarolli stopped shaking as he pulled the corpse close and outwardly sobbed loudly.
Moxxie and Millie were the last to enter and when they saw the body, they didn't take it very well, Moxxie especially. Millie was downright sobbing and clinging to her husband, Moxxie slowly stared at the one demon who gave him the best moments in his life despite his annoying flaws, dead right in front of him.
"Y-You... You... You..." All the words were so choked up in his throat as his eyes glimmered with pain and sadness at the sight of his first ever real friend. The one who treated him better than his own father, the one who gave him hope in this shallow life he lived in, the one he could ever relate to due to his own issues when he was a kid.
For a brief moment, Moxxie covered his mouth in an attempt to stop a sob from escaping. The poor imp ended up having a panic attack before he fainted into Millie's arms, the female imp began panicking as well, she was so distressed by the double disasters, she is freaking out as she doesn't know how to handle the situation.
Finally it was Asmodeus who came in after he heard Fizzarolli crying. He gasped silently at the sight, he turned to Stolas who was silently watching while he was holding his breaths as more tears spilled from his eyes, even the secondary top ones on his head is spilling more of it.
Asmodeus stayed strong for Fizzarolli as he shuffled quietly towards him, he placed a gentle hand on the jester. The imp turned to him, makeup ruined and his face a mess from snot, tears, and makeup stains.
"H-he... He... Ozzie, I-"
"Come here, Froggie..." He gathered the jester into his arms as Fizzarolli let go of the dead corpse gently as he sobbed outrightly into the Sin's warm arms. Asmodeus' gentle gaze turned to Stolas who walked up slowly towards the dead imp.
Stolas looked like he wanted to say something, even though he knows it won't bring Blitzø back. "I-I... I didn't mean... I shouldn't have whisked him away... I should've talked to him...!" The prince held the corpse in his arms as he hugged him tightly.
Asmodeus nodded in understanding as he continues to cradle the crying jester in his arms. "I'm sorry birdie..." That's all he could say as of now, while he wasn't close to Blitzø, he is still Fizzarolli's friend and the reason why the jester is safe and unharmed from Crimson's mafias in Greed.
The cries never stopped that day.
Stolas felt like a lot of glares are around him when he was standing right in front of the crafted coffin that held his darling Blitzø.
When he looked at the face inside the open coffin, he saw a face filled with so much more opportunities, something filled with much more than just what he can offer, what was it he said back then?
'I can do better'?
Blitzø sounded afraid.
Could that mean that Blitzø is losing him? That he has some sort of feelings for him too?
Oh, the revelation about the whole thing. It hurts doesn't it? He has never felt his own heart feel so much pain in his life.
He really couldn't face this whole thing.
He's a coward.
Blitzø is a coward.
They're both cowards.
He walked away, he felt the eyes turn to his directions. When he left another imp who looked like Blitzø except that they're a female passed by him, he did not dared to look at her again, her features reminded him greatly of his darling Blitzø.
Fizzarolli saw her, a bitter scowl on his face when the imp came forward, she has a bouquet of dark red hell roses in her hands.
"What are you doing here, Barb?" Fizzarolli asked.
"He's my brother." Barbie replied emotionlessly.
"'Was'," the jester bitterly corrected. "You don't think I know what you said to him, Barb." He sniffed harshly as he turned away from her, he doesn't want to cause a scene in a time of mourning.
Barbie said nothing as she turned towards the coffin. While she and her brother inherited their face from their deadbeat father, their smile greatly resembles their mother. Her brother reminded her greatly of their mother, despite how she acted, Blitzø always cared and loved her, something he always did ever since.
As she thought of this, a tear fell from her eye as Barbie placed the bouquet on his coffin. "Tell mom I'm sorry... I'm sorry for everything, big bro..." Barbie sighed as she walked out, not wanting to linger any longer.
Stolas watched the entire thing from afar. His daughter is there to support Loona. While the Hellhound may be uncomfortable with him, she has no ill intention or any negative reaction to Octavia. The prince allowed his daughter to stay there, Loona needed someone to comfort her in this trying times.
When the coffin is being buried, Stolas left for his mansion, his daughter texted him that she'll be with Loona to help her. The prince allowed as he set his phone aside, it's just him inside his room.
Alone again.
That's how he always feels.
No one wants to be alone.
He doesn't want to be alone.
Blitzø doesn't want to be alone.
Stolas felt something when he lost Blitzø, it's as if he lost all his senses on anything. Blitzø looked like he wasn't ready to let go when he whisked him away. In truth, Stolas wasn't even ready to let Blitzø go.
A very twisted thought came into his mind.
He won't let Blitzø go.
He still had a chance, right?
Blitzø isn't truly gone. All what's left is his body. He could still salvage it.
He will never part ways with his beloved imp.
Stolas can have him by his side, all for himself.
Nothing can come between them.
Weeks past and no one knows what happened after Stolas vanished. The manor is quiet and so are the rest of the other Goetias. Who is to read the prophecy of the stars now in his mysterious absence?
Octavia tried to look for him, but come out short after searching every inch in hell. Without her father and because of the divorce, Octavia will be under Vassago's care, this also includes Loona since the princess allowed her to be part of the household. Loona has nowhere to go after Blitzø passed away, Octavia offered to be with her and she agreed.
The rest are quiet. Millie and Moxxie went back to Wrath to find work there after weeks of mourning, promising they would visit the grave when they can. Fizzarolli wasn't himself ever since he attempted to visit his former friend. When he did visit Blitzø's grave, the imp's body was digged up gone from the coffin. Of course, this sent him spiraling and made things worst for him, Asmodeus never left the jester's side, trying his best to support his lover after he fell into a deep state of depression.
Barbie was readmitted back in rehab, she couldn't handle her brother's passing when she claimed that it doesn't affect her much. Blitzø was the only living member of her family left after the incident, now she is all alone in the room where she was admitted in in the first place.
And what about Stolas?
Where did he ran off to?
Somewhere on the topside in a hidden, quiet farmhouse in the middle of the Rhode Island, a familiar silver haired man entered the house, he came back after gathering some food for himself and his beloved.
Said beloved is a tan skinned man- sitting lifelessly on the dinner table as the silver haired man came in and kissed the unresponsive man by the cheek.
"I'm home my darling..." He spoke, "I'm sorry I'm late, I just had to make sure no one is on my trail..."
There wasn't response from the other man.
"You silly dear, Blitzy." he stood up and nuzzled his cheek. "You were always a chatty one, I suppose you're saving your pretty voice just for me..." He giggled.
Stolas now lived up on earth in disguise as a human, he unearthed Blitzø's corpse and took it with him to live up on earth where no one can bother them. This house the prince found belonged to a dead witch from the 18th century, her curse have little effects on him.
Nothing can part him from his Blitzø.
"I promise I would sing very high for you tonight, my love." Stolas spoke gently as he placed the bag of food on the table. "This house is too quiet, but... It will be filled with the most beautiful sounds later."
The former prince had cast an enchantment on the corpse to keep it from rotting away- to preserve Blitzø's beauty and health from aging.
Stolas was that desperate to not let go of his imp. Willing to leave his home and steal the imp's corpse and keep it all for himself.
Just for himself.
Just Stolas.
"Come now, darling. I'm hungry, how would Blood Stew for dinner sounds?"
