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The Light outside became evermore dull.
Stepping over the blood gathering in the cobblestone outside with a spring in his step, brushing off the broken teeth of demons and succubus that stained his long coat with their tears, the only thought that the hellish imp would give to what just happened outside his office was this: "Who in the fuck taught those limp dicks how to fight?"
Almost hitting his head on the doorway with the large horns that curled around his narrow head, Blitzo turned around with a cracked, toothy smile, absolutely flabbergasted and slightly curious about what had to be going through their minds just now. "Well, at least the dumbasses who still had theirs. Fucking hell, people..." He turned to face the pile of people, dead and otherwise. "Right in front of my own fucking building, too... What gives?"
The men and ladies barely able to stand up, let alone find their balance wouldn't be able to give him an answer past moans and groans. They didn't leave much else for the imp to do except shrug, wave off the whimpering, fleeing remainders of the foolish gang who were way in over their heads, and turn around whistling with a jolly tune.
The audience outside going about their own business startled. But they gave the start-up gang running down the street screaming and crying no mind; the peace was disturbed, and all the passersby craned their necks to the entrance of the building, curious and slightly worried about what could've done that to such a large group of people.
The Light outside stayed the same.
Each floor he went up revealed nothing out of the ordinary, nothing out of place or disrupted by the merciless yet efficient slaughter outside. The echoing windows with silhouettes of bosses cheating with secretaries; the distant thuds of other struggling companies getting impromptu renovations by considerate(ly angry) employees blowing bloody holes through the walls where said bosses and married secretaries once stood.
Indeed, the fluid, nonchalant motion of Blitz stepping over the skipping, bouncing, and trickling dented bullets meant only one thing. Not only had that assault left him unfazed, but the entirety of Hell continued as if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred.
Up and up he went until he finally reached the penthouse of the crack den he called the humble beginning of his most beautiful, flourishing business. The dented doors now barely hung on their hinges, and Blitzo kicking the door wide open didn't help a single bit.
The right side of the double doors plopped face down, causing his early-rising employees to jump in their seats. "Mooooooorning, my sweet little dickshits!" He hung off the groaning metal like it was a light pole in the rain, smiling just as brightly as one would dancing in it. "WHAT ARE WE SAYing... Fuck happened to you, guys?"
There his handy, reliable, dear employees sat, all three completely normal... if one managed to look past the extra coat of black blood that now caked the couple tending to each other's clean up in their usual, sickeningly endearing fashions, ripe with even the most painful to look at, playful flicks of blood. But more importantly...
His secretary, his sweet, beloved daughter, sitting there in her chair with phone in hand, seemingly completely unaware of the stained black clothes dripping onto the floor. Though she certainly knew of him, if her already exasperated eye-roll and muttering under her breath were any indicators.
But for him? Bulging eyes, a lighter shade of red for skin, and the voice and breath sucked right out of him; the very first, instantaneous reactions from the CEO of their murder business before he barreled across the room. In such a frenzy he didn't even feel the sharp corner of the table rock as he went to coddle her.
The Light outside flared for but a moment.
"Blitz! Don't you fucking-and you're ALREADY hugging me. GREAT." The Hellhound tried her damnedest to get up out of the chair before the red rocket torpedoing towards her in the air could grab her, but she was reminded that would and could never happen. "LOONIE!? WHO!? WHAT?! FUCKING WHO?! OH, NO, NO, NO! Hey, I'm here, baby! WHO FUCKING DID THIS TO- Oh, my shitfuck, where!?"
"Where?!"
"Where does it HURT!? JESUS FUCK SHIT, look at you!" The imp spun in circles around her, lifting her hair, checking her armpits, fully surveying the full extent of how the blood covered her entire face and leaked down. "For the love of- Blitz! Im not-! See!? Shit, Millie, see what a damn problem he was gonna make this!? "Don't need to clean up," MY ASS! Hey! BACK IT UP! DAMN!"
Being pushed away did little to discourage the father figure; he only latched on the arm throwing him away and hung like a gecko, eyes going up and down the scratches he now thought littered her fur. Her head snapped down at the other imps. Her eyes grew wide with embarrassed frustration as she growled out all the anger at the now shy giggles coming from the wife. "Heh heh... Sorry 'bout dat, Loon..!"
This continued on for a moment, the loving moment rife with the young woman's desperate, cut-off sentences trying to convince the hysterical man that she was alright. That, and save what little 'edge' she had left in the eyes of her fellow employees. Little did Loona know, though, that died on her first day. Their little chuckles at the expense of her dignity was all she needed to hear. Enough was enough.
Loona reached down, expertly and efficiently snatching the man by his coat collar. Holding him out right in front of her, she could finally glare all her frustrations at him. But as mean as she was, even she couldn't stop the faint, surprised blush as Blitzo latched onto her head like a sac of sensitive potatoes when he screamed out, "MOXXIE! You BETTER tell me what in THE FUCK HAPPENED this FUCKING INSTANT!"
Normally, the only response the smaller, well-dressed imp would give back is a chastising remark about what HR said last session, or how Blitz was overreacting. Which he definitely was. But even that did not mean Moxxie couldn't see how near and dear the Hellhound was to his boss. Everyone could. This is why he was able to calmly spin around and finally whip the blood from his sharp face as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening. "Sir, I can ASSURE that-!"
"-WENT WRONG!? HOW DID EVERYTHING GO WRONG!?"
"- nothing actually went wrong..." Now, even the refined husband started seeing how overboard this all was, his awkward trail off earning an uncomfortable clearing of his wife's throat.
To that, it seemed even tall, lean, white hellhound had enough, finally letting out a "Holy SHIT, fiiiine, I'll go GET CLEANED UP, BLITZ!" before she dropped the imp right down on his cheekbones, stomping away furiously, tail hugging herself as she gently rubbed the crook of her neck where the imp wouldn't stop rubbing his head in. Just as she wouldn't stop kicking the unfortunate furniture and muttering about her ruined makeup and whatnot.
The Light outside broke through the dark blinds, brightening their table.
The couple watched as Blitzo's pouting, stressed face, stars twinkling in his eyes watching his adopted daughter walk away, suddenly went hard and serious. Getting up, dusting off the last of the dust caused by the scuffle outside, stomped right beside Moxxie and slammed both hands on the table. "What in the SHIT just happened to my DAUGHTER, MOX?!"
No answer would be his immediately as an accusatory finger stuck itself right in his eyes. "SIR!?" Moxxie gave him a glare right back, expecting, tired, confident as if he knew Blitzo knew exactly what was being implied. To their surprise, after a brief yet visual moment of contemplation of Blitzo wondering if he could bite a finger off... the boss relented to the power of HR.
Making his way across the table, he plopped himself down on the throne at the very top of the table. Huffing and puffing as if he was sent to time out, Blitz gave Moxxie a side-eye. "There. Fucking... 'nough space for you to take the stick out'cha ass, Mox?"
Straightening his bowtie, the satisfied imp stuck his chest out like a dramatic peacock. "Most definitely! WAIT." Regrettably, the quick snicker from both still-upset Blitzo and charmed Millie made him know he lost his victory just like that, slumping in his chair. Much to Millie's satisfaction and contentment, what would've made the man pouty and disgruntled for the whole day just a year ago was quickly brushed aside as if nothing.
She watched as he got back his confidence, plainly yet efficiently explaining everything that had happened in the last thirty minutes before Blitzo showed up.
The Light outside bounced off the table and all around the room. Everyone winced.
"Well, you see, sir, if you were able to COLLECT YOURSELF," that earned nothing but a huff in response, "you would know that nothing ACTUALLY happened! Nothing worth detailing, anyways. Me and Millie got up, had breakfast, right before treating ourselves to the double frapachinno expresso I've wanted to try for a while now, see if the reviews about it were right -- THEY WERE NOT-- all right before brushing each other's teeth!"
"Fucking rivetting, Mox..." Ignoring the weird dental ritual that nearly made him fall out of their roof laughing upon first seeing it, Blitz crossed his arms, getting comfy.
The Light outside lit up the walls, let alone all the imps' faces.
"Gosh, Millie, what did we do next? I mean, we took that little detour, of course! I mean, WOW, really, who actually thought bartenders of that level of audacity really existe-!" With such grace that even the silenced Imp did not mind-- in fact, he melted underneath the firm yet gentle finger pressing his lips together-- his wife overrode the conversation with a toothy, knackered, yet understanding smile. "I THINK... I can take it from here, Mox." This meant, thankfully, Blitz was spared the lecture on the declining quality of the cider industry.
And immediately, he was thrown for a loop when the wife all but exploded with energy. "Shit was FUN, Blitz! Two gangs, just outta nowhere come HURDLIN' towards us, big bats n' bags! First, I jus' thought it was Moxy-bear bein' all romantic wit' me again, ya know?" Batting her eyelashes at the flustered, cheeky imp fanning out his shirt only further confused Blitzo about what that statement could possibly mean.
The Light outside shone directly on the couple's faces.
Millie leaned back in her chair, eyes sparkling, hands making a wave of awe. "THEN ME AND HIM GOT CROTCHED TAPPED TOGETHA'! Shit, lemme tell ya, Blitz, it HURT LIKE A-! A-! A... Hmm... Tsk..."
The Light outside made Millie grimace, forcing her to move spots.
Rubbing her eyes clean of the irritating blue light invading the office, Millie quickly got back on track. "Where was I? Hmmm... Meh, whateva'! WE KILLED THEIR ASSES! Shit got me PUMPED! UP! But you know what was the WEIRDEST thing about all dat' shit, sweetie?"
Moxxie leaned on his wife's shoulder, only shrugging alongside her. "Don't need to tell me, honey!" Both turned to the now slightly confused Blitzo. Simultaneously, they spoke, "Not one of them had a knife or gun! It was just so WEIRD..!" "Hmm!" "Yea'... SURE WAS FUN, THOUGH, WEREN'T IT!?" "Everything with you is, Millie!"
Blitzo spun in the opposite direction, groaning loudly as the feminine man let his wife pepper his face with pecks from her well-done lips, both basking in the memories of entertaining fun the morning brought the perma- lovey-dovey couple.
But as he pouted and acted like a child ignoring his parents showing love-- something he thankfully didn't have to do since it was so rare growing up-- there was something... slowly making itself aware in the back of his head. Something not so much concerning as it was... curious.
He rocked back and forth. Twisted left to right. Bathed in the blue Light. Gone was the worried father, or the immature child. Only the broken man who didn't get this far being stupid. Time after time, this has happened to him.
Gangs jumped people, especially imps they thought easy pickings. It was Hell. It just HAPPENED. So why did it feel all so wrong now? What did those dipshits do so differently? They won't be the last broke bastards who can barely afford knives, nor attempt a hostage situation with some shitty potato sack.
So why did this still feel so... special?
And then it dawned on him, as surely as the blue Light illuminated the growth of a formulating idea.
The bastards who jumped me had the same things...
The Light outside reflected off his many discount trophies and into his eyes.
As quickly as his train of thought came to that conclusion, did it leave. With a quick squint and shake of his head to spin around to his employees, even the memory of said contemplation left with it.
Such coincidences were so commonplace to entrepreneurs like Blitzo and company that their consideration of such horrific attacks was as to them as kicking a rock is to a human: extremely temporary. Something to dismiss with a simple mutter of, "Eh, fuck it."
With his daughter opening the door to the company bathroom with old, stained clothes in hand, Blitzo had much more important things to concentrate on. She stood against the door frame, blowing her hair out of her face, wearing her normal gym attire, a skulled tank top, grey sports bra and even darker shorts. Not like I had anything else to wear after THAT night... Wincing at the bright comparisons of the dark room she left, her slight swaying was barely noticed alongside her muttering, "Fuckin' hell, Beez. 'Natural heavy weight', my ass..." She had a flashback to her barely holding onto her dear life as she guzzled down as much of the tacky beer hat that the Great Sin, Beelzebub, had challenged her to wear during a particularly obscene game. How she had to fake not feeling the absolute chaos her stomach was facing amidst the laughter of the Sin of Gluttony and her boyfriend rolling on the floor at her bulging eyes and how that made her feel. The drink inside still made her blush, and her stomach churned, all as she faked her leaning against the doorway in an attempt to look cool. Sadly, even that would fail. Blitzo was far too relieved to see his precious daughter without a single wound as he jumped up, completely ignoring how she looked now. "Aaaaaw, Loonie! You feeling better? You didn't let me get you the medic-AY!"
With a dismissive snort, the young lady only tossed her old clothes, silencing his pestering. "Listen, dipshit, like I was trying to say: I only had to get the taste of ASSHOLES out of my teeth. That's ALL. So stop trying to claw at mine!"
Blitzo, she noticed, still continued to stare at her with worry. And it was only then, seeing the deep black of his eyes... that she relented, sighing lightly with a smile. "I'm fine, Blitz... Really." That seemed to do the trick for the older imp. One last squinty visual check up and down her body, and he returned a soft smile.
And for the couple? Millie and Moxxie were treated with a rather touching scene of father and daughter softly smiling on a beautiful, sunny morning.
But during all of this, an ominous feeling lingered in the air. The moment the door was kicked open, something more sinister and unknowable had entered the room with Blitzo. As this was all happening, the entire room was bathed in an ethereal blue.
The Light outside was with a new found glare, and its presence was not to be ignored anymore.
As if it had finally earned a mind of its own, Millie and Moxxie winced, putting their hands to their face as it slowly crept over the table in rays of blue, reflecting off everything.
But even with the pervasive lights blinding them, their eyes shot open and their expressions became wary and nervous with the next phenomenon: flickering lights and faint warbles in the air gave the surroundings gentle vibrations. And most horrifically...
"AAAAAAH!" The entire table snapped to attention at the shrill shriek. Loona's screams of immense distress. Blitz nearly punched a hole in the table with how fast he used it to stand up, completely pale. "Loona!?" Almost immediately was the cause clear. She was clawing at her face, covering it from the Light that now fully shone in from the curtains not yet closed. Millie and Moxxie stared at each other, unsure and scared of her sudden reaction to the Light reflecting off into her eyes.
Blitz was by her side immediately. 'What happened!?' Only whines and growls were his responses as she curled over, making his heart pound louder in his ears than the echoing shriek of his daughter in pain. Blitz searched with frantic movements, and so found the probable cause of torment for his daughter: the nearest window.
With the grace of a deadly ballerina, he dove across the table, right past Millie and Moxxie, and pulled the blinds down. His head snapped back to her, eyes wide and mouth panting as he scrambled back to her side.
Millie and Moxxie had been at her side for but a few moments, almost using their bodies as a sort of shield to make it as dark as possible for her. Their expressions and body language screamed confusion, anxiety, and their yearning for Blitz to say anything.
It was but a few moments in reality that Millie and Moxxie had to wait. Blitz was quick to scootch in by his daughter's side, his hand covering her back with small sweeps as she kept to the floor. His face became tense, his eyes already distressed.
Oh fuck. Oh shit, shit, SHIT! What in the fuck is this?! That's- what's happening..? His mind would not stop racing, desperate to find some sort of logic in such a worrisome situation. But as much as he didn't want to focus on it, he wouldn't stop replaying the morning news broadcast in his mind.
That single line of information that the rich fucks controlling the media were forced to release.
That seemingly useless, fearmongering piece of information Blitzo had ignored in favour of focusing on his day... now something he had wished was the only thing he paid attention to.
The Light covered all four in its radiance.