![]() “You trying to tell me that I could have lost my shameless cum slut? Not much of a threat when I fuck you so good, babe. ![]() He took a hand to rub his thumb in a caress across the end of the scar under Blitzo’s eye.ĭespite a stray moment of frustration in his brow, Blitzo stiffened entirely before smiling wide. The look of confusion on Blitzo’s face made Stolas frown. That he was referring to Blitzo himself went without question…at least Stolas assumed that it did. “Better be careful, Blitzy …you know how I love my short kings…” “To answer your question…short.” With a pause, Stolas regarded Blitzo with a hooded look. Laughing a warm laugh, Stolas snuggled Blitzo into the curve of his neck. “Don’t poke holes in my theory,” he said, whipping his tail lamely against Stolas’s arms still holding him feet above the floor. “I suppose that would depend on the height of the demon meeting his majesty,” said Stolas plainly. Though Blitzo was not speaking directly to him (that much was clear…it was the little white-haired imp that Stolas had come to know as “bitch boy,” after all), Stolas could not help but smile at his antics. An absolute nobody like you has seen our supreme ruler without melting into the pavement like a sour strawberry shake. ![]() “Is he as short as the tabloids say? Because I say that he’s a Short King ™ but noooooo …Moxxie says he’s soooooo tall and that he’s soooooo seen him in person. “.yeeeesss?”īlitzo’s eyes seemed to shine before he wore a strange, almost pondering expression. Squinting at Blitzo as if trying to understand the workings of his mind, Stolas tilted his head. “Lucifer? Like the Lucifer? Like the holy fuck…FUCK ME, DADDY…Hell’s Daddy Baddie Bofanawahnahdingdong?” Stolas made a small “mmph” at the loss of contact. “Ah shit,” said Blitzo, perking up and putting his arm stiff by his side. “I received a prophecy today…for the King of Hell,” said Stolas. He could merely feel his cheeks redden and his groin grow pleasantly hot. That Blitzo’s gun was what his hand reached for when Blitzo slid a hand down Stolas’s arm escaped Stolas entirely. “No,” said Stolas, voice still weighed with sorrow. The touch, as always, served more like fire to Stolas’s blood. “It hasn’t even been that lo- eek!” Blitzo exclaimed, his hands carding through the feathers on Stolas’s chest to give his mouth room to breathe. It was not an easy endeavor - Blitzo immediately began to wiggle and jolt his head to and fro in annoyance. With a swiftness Stolas gathered Blitzo up in his arms to clutch him against any sliver of skin he could find. Those yellow eyes stared up at Stolas expectedly and he could not take the slightest of spaces between them any longer. “Blitzy,” he warbled, words seeming to fail him. Pound Town! Oh Christ on a stick…why’d it take me that long to get there? It was right there! Could have helped a guy out there, Stolas.”įaced with his beloved and his ridiculous humor, Stolas found his breath growing even despite the shake in his very bones. “Ready to take this ‘D’ train to ‘P’ Town? Like…like Pleasure Town. “‘Sup, slut,” said Blitzo, standing to his full height in front of Stolas. As he always did, Blitzo snatched up the window and slithered into the room just as sly as any snake. He did not have to ask himself what the rattling of his brown-gray walls meant. What’s safety in the middle of the fucking apocalypse? Where in the Hell will we go? Stolas frowned, his upper set of eyes shutting against the stray thought as he caught the lower set of eyes began to tear up. Stolas gasped for air, his hand clutching at nothing and everything all at once as his fingers ruffled through the feathers of his chest. One that had come as sure as sin without any of the pleasure.Ĭlawed feet dug into the plush red rug in front of his lounging chair that he felt drawn to for the simple fact of wanting something present should he faint. Political suicide was another.īut he also hadn’t planned on spewing the most damnable prophecy that had ever fallen from his beaked lips. Okay…so he was never actually going to use the last one. From one fallen to temptation to another…let me have this. So let’s rewrite the rules! Who’s to say I can’t marry my Blitzy? We’re already FAR more acquainted than Stella and I EVER would be. Unfortunately, I think there may be some sort of misunderstanding. I did not sleep with that imp, your majesty. That he had not tried at all - in fact was actively begging the universe to offer Lucifer only the most straightforward and simplest of answers - haunted him. But the harder he tried, the less what arrived made any sort of logical sense. He could force it - well, kind of - if information was needed. He could never determine when a prophecy would come to him. Stolas could still feel the snaps of Lucifer’s shoes as he stalked from the mansion tattooed onto his skin.
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