Chapter Text
Blitzø was currently driving in his fucked up van to go see why Stolas asked him to come over with the grimore on a night where there was no full moon.
Blitzø was sure it was just to try lure him in for a quick fuck, but Stolas sounded so sad on the phone?
He brushed his thoughts outside as he reached the prince's palace, parking his van, grabbing the grimoire and making his way towards the palace's doors.
He stood there for a few moments, hesitating to knock on the door. He shook his head and knocked three times, the door immediately being opened.
"Oh Blitzø I'm glad you're here early, I promise I won't keep you long, do you have the grimoire?" the prince asked, looking down to see the small imp.
"Yeah, it's here Stolas." the imp replies as he hands the grimoire to Stolas, feeling the prince's soft feathers briefly brush his hands.
"Perfect, I just have to grab something but just head to my study in the meantime." Stolas replies, avoiding eye contact with Blitzø as he heads in the direction of one of the many rooms in the palace.
Blitzø sighed as he made his way to the study, taking a seat on the couch, his legs dangling over the edge.
He had an uneasy feeling in his stomach.
Something about Stolas was off.
He looked devoid of emotions.
It had been two weeks since he had come back from the hospital so that could explain it.
Something still felt off though.
Stolas came back through the doors, holding something in his hands, taking a seat next to the imp.
They sat in silence for a while, Blitzø looking at Stolas's face, his eyes avoiding Blitzø entirely.
"So... why'd you call me here? Was it for a quick fuck, a job, a babysitter?" Blitzø started to speak awkwardly, sending a reluctant smile to the prince.
Stolas chuckles lightly.
"No Blitzø, I'm here to give you this." he says as he hands Blitzø some sort of crystal.
"Oh please don't tell me you want me to shove this up your-"
"NO, no, no. It's not like that at all, Blitzø." Stolas says, his eyes widening at Blitzø's words. "That's an Asmodean Crystal, they're used to travel to the mortal realm by Asmodeus' demons." Stolas continues, his eyes filling slowly with sadness.
"Wait does this mean-"
"Yes Blitzø, you don't need the grimoire anymore to access the mortal realm." Stolas says as he abruptly cuts him off.
"Oh." is all Blitzø could muster up.
A brief moment of silence ensues, both demons looking away from each other.
"Does this mean we don't have to, you know, do our agreement any more?" Blitzø suddenly says, making eye contact with the prince for the first time this night.
"Yes Blitzø, we can go our separate ways now. I just wanted to give you my thanks. I will always forever appreciate you for our many nights together and all your help over these years." Stolas says, as a bittersweet smile forms over his face.
Blitzø felt empty.
No, Stolas wasn't really out of his life now was he?
This can't be the end.
Can it?
"Stolas I-"
"Blitzø it's okay. You don't owe me anything, I just hope you know that this was more than just... "intimacy" for me." Stolas says as he looks away from Blitzø guiltily.
Blitzø lets out a deep breath.
"I guess this is it then." he says, letting out an empty laugh.
"I guess so." Stolas replies, looking back at Blitzø, tears forming in his glowing red eyes.
Blitzø puts the stone in his pocket and gets up off the couch, walking towards the palace doors for the last time.
He hoped something would stop him from reaching the palace doors.
An attacker suddenly going to kill Stolas, a sudden collapse of the palace trapping him with Stolas, Stolas actually revealing himself to be Striker in disguise and him having to go and save Stolas from him again.
Yet, no.
Blitzø walked out of the palace, looking back one last time as the doors closed.
He sinks to his knees as tears begin to fall down his face.