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Fire, Ashes and Scales
Fandom: None
Rating: M
Pairing(s): N/A
Shay typed vigorously on the keyboard in front of her moving her gaze from the computer screen to the sheets of paper then back again when a knock interrupted the blonde’s progress. Permitting whomever it was to enter a young brunette girl opened the door, Shay’s assistant Kelly informing her that there were a couple policemen here to talk with Shay. Although this sort of news might have alarmed many others when you own a mortuary and crematorium all in one it’s not all that unusual thus Shay told Kelly to escort them to her. Kelly did as told showing the policemen to Shay’s office before closing the door to allow the group some privacy of course at that point Shay acknowledged the police officers. As Shay thought they were there to inform her a body was on the way for cremation, a small smirk crossed Shay’s lips for only a millisecond before she passed a form to the officers to fill out. Once paper work was taken care of the officers left, Shay finished her own paperwork then headed downstairs to fire up the crematorium and prep her overnight room as she’d be there for hours no matter whom the body was.
Dressed in a black suit Shay presented an urn to a tearful woman standing next to a saddened man whom thanked Shay. Respectfully Shay whispered a welcome when the woman requested to open the urn to see the ashes to which Shay agreed showing them to a table in the lounge area where the woman placed the urn. Shay obliged in opening the urn for the client eliciting a slight surprised look followed by the question of shouldn’t there be more? Shay responded promptly telling the woman that there’s always less then what people think. Seeming happy with the answer the couple requested to be left alone for a moment to which Shay told them to take their time and to leave only when ready. Eventually the couple left just in time for an older woman to come storming into the mortuary demanding to speak to the person whom handled her husband’s body before burial of course that was Shay, striding from her office Shay attempted to calm the woman but she was irate claiming her husband’s body had been desecrated as his arm had come off during placement of the coffin for the funeral precession. A displeased grimace flashed across Shay’s face for a split second before twisting right back into that calm persona to explain that sometimes during preparation of the body pieces can deteriorate faster than others meaning false pieces need to be put in place of the real ones especially for open casket funerals such as the woman’s husband’s however all replacements are noted in the final report given to the appropriate family member and if the woman wished they could go over the report in her office.
Hearing this explanation the old woman calmed eventually seeing the logic in what Shay was saying even apologizing for the intrusion. Shay assured the woman everything was forgiven, offered her condolences then walked the older lady out to her car before watching her drive off into the setting sun only walking back into the funeral home once the car was out of sight. Another day with new challenges namely in the form of a young male reporter named James who’d come regarding the latest string of complaints regarding Shay’s funeral home. Sitting in one of the lobbies Shay listened patiently to the reporter’s bombardment of accusations followed by a laundry list of questions yet Shay remained unfazed eventually summing all of it up into a simple answer “it’s a funeral home. What else do you expect?” Shay explained how every complaint had already been handled with reasonable explanations which the families had accepted happily. After answering a couple more questions the reporter seemed satisfied and thus left leading to a deep sigh of relief from Shay once he was out of ear shot.
Shay locked up for the evening once Kelly had gone home then made her way into the basement where a fresh body for cremation was waiting. Changing out of her good clothes in the overnight room Shay threw on the old green apron she kept hung by the stairs, flicked the various switches that activated the large cremation furnace, slid on a pair of large heat resistant gloves however instead of turning to the body off to her right on a gurney she turned to the left heading straight for a large metal cabinet. Flinging the two doors open a pair of reflective eyes peered from inside.
“We’re going to have be more careful,” Shay whispered with a warm smile
Skulking from the darkness came a lanky reptilian type creature with a long neck, sharp talons and whipping long tail but most distinctive were the two medium sized bat-like wings resting by its sides. This creature’s face was like a combination of a crocodile and a komodo dragon with small horns protruding on top of its skull, body covered in crimson shiny scales. Stepping aside Shay gestured to the body lying on the gurney causing the creature to perk up with a gurgling squawk before bounding over instantly indulging. Twenty minutes later Shay was staring at the crematoriums flames as they engulfed what was left of the man whom had been on the gurney thinking back to how she’d ended up with a scaly fiend in her care. Two years ago Shay had been on a hiking trip in the Swiss alps when a really freak snow storm hit forcing her into a cave where along the ground it was instantly obvious there were a bunch of fossils drawing Shay into the back revealing a large egg thinking it was another fossil she picked it up and placed the egg in her backpack. Once at home Shay put the egg on the window sill at home…in direct sunlight while she searched for someone to come appraise it until that is it cracked open exposing a small lizard looking creature with little bat-like wings attached to its back. Sure she could have called some fancy scientists to evaluate it, take it away, pay her a butt load of cash but…was that what would happen? Who was to say the government wouldn’t get involved sending their men in black to toss both the creature as well as her into the back of a van causing Shay to disappear from existence.
Shay thus kept the creature but with keeping it came challenges namely feeding it, at first basic meat from the store sufficed to quell it’s appetite but soon it was far too expensive…luckily Shay owned a funeral home with a mortuary and crematorium in the basement. Bodies became a great source of food…became being the key word here…as of late it was getting harder and harder to keep the creature full especially as it continues to grow…what happens when I can’t feed it anymore?
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Blitzer stuck comic
#HelluvaBoss#HelluvaBossfanart#fanart#Striker#Blitz#Blitzer#StrikerxBlitz#Digital Fanart#HelluvaBoss Fanart#Comic
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The White Dahlia
Fandom: None
Rating: M
Pairing(s): None
Dahlia was a gorgeous young woman with the palest of skin, purest of white hair and pale blue eyes, truly a beauty to be had…or she would be if anyone would have acknowledged her existence. Dahlia attended a collage in the middle of a small town of only about 1000 people yet no one knew the white haired beauty at all, if asked many would simply shrug stating she was a quiet loner who dressed in long sleeved shirts in dark colors, this making her invisible to the world. Dahlia only attended night classes and barely appeared during the day making her the outcast of this superstitious little town, routine never wavering from day to day, she had classes till around 10PM followed by a trip to the convenience store just down from her apartment building. On this evening nothing appeared out of the ordinary as she pulled into a parking spot around the back of the convenience store in her crappy little Sedan, slipping from it to head around into the tiny family owned store she paid little mind to the world around her as it rarely did to her however before she could even make the front of the store a gloved hand suddenly wrapped around the girls mouth instantly muffling her screams. Dahlia found herself bound, blindfolded and gagged in the back of a vehicle for several minutes… 30? Perhaps more before being hauled from it into a musty smelling what she assumed to be a house where whomever had taken her promptly sat the young woman down in a chair, tethering her wrists to the cold rails of its arms causing a small scared whimper to escape her lips. The blind fold was soon removed allowing Dahlia to finally see her captor… a tall, stalky man with scraggly brown hair only matched by his equally scraggly beard that parted to reveal a toothy grin.
“My pretty little girl,” The man cooed eerily
The disheveled man shuffled his way into the kitchen area from the hallway where Dahlia was trapped, the sound of a latch clicking radiated through the dismal little shack of a house. The man stared out the small dirt clouded window above the door to assure he’d not been followed, once reassured they were alone thoughts of a nefarious nature danced through his mind. Apparently for months this man had watched Dahlia becoming captivated day after day by her unique beauty and once he was certain the young woman wouldn’t be missed he made his move. Licking his lips giddily in anticipation the man turned only to freeze with eyes growing as large as dinner plates…there in the doorway stood the pale figure of Dahlia, white hair vailed over her face. A furrow formed upon the man’s brow as his mind raced to make sense of the scene. How? How was it possible she’d escaped the bindings without him hearing? An air of fear quickly gripped the room as slowly Dahlia lifted her head causing the vail of white to part revealing her pale blue eyes had turned a brilliant crimson while a wide grin started spreading across her features revealing a pair of pointed fangs. The man released a terrified scream as Dahlia leapt towards him…then…silence, nothing but the gentle whisper of the breeze outside.
Dawn soon began to break the horizon, illuminating the convenience store where only hours earlier Dahlia had been taken from. A door to the Sedan opened and Dahlia slipped elegantly inside turning the keys in the ignition before pulling down the visor to reveal the mirror located there and opening the glove box to retrieve a napkin. Delicately she wiped the corners of her mouth pushed the visor back up then tossed the napkin onto the passenger side seat…a crimson stain visible in the pale light.
Later that morning in the news there was a headline of a missing man… in a small town… where a girl with pale skin, pale blue eyes and white hair resided…the white Dahlia.
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This was from the kink week challenge I did on twitter.
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Fizzarozzie + Collars
this was from my Kink week challenge on twitter.
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reschedule
Fandom: HelluvaBoss
Rating: T
Pairing(s): Strella
Striker hated the frozen wasteland that Stella's brother decided to settle his palace on. Being from Wrath the pale imp was a warm weather hellion to begin with unfortunately on occasion he needed to meet face to face with Stella meaning he was forced to traverse this vacant landscape. Grousing irritably Striker brought Bombproof to a halt at the last step of the palaces front stairs which led to the massive double blue ornate doors. Dismounting Striker trudged to the doors where he knocked hard on them triggering the doors to slowly creak open. A pair of white sled dog looking hellhounds gestured for Striker to enter which he did, pulling down his bandana from over his snout while shrugging the snow from the poncho he was wearing.
Glancing around Striker released an irritated sigh when he was met by a silent empty foyer. Rolling his eyes the pale imp removed his poncho, hanging it on the coat rack by the door before proceeding into the palace. Besides the front guards the palace was eerily empty causing Striker’s footfalls to echo through the halls as he moved deeper, occasionally calling out ‘ma’am’. Admittedly the imp was more then just a little miffed in having to search out Stella, assuming this was another game she was playing, one the imp was in no mood to play. Striker found his way to Stella’s bedroom although that may seem unusual, she had a personal office in there that on occasion they’d meet in to do business like today’s however on those days Stella would meet him at the main doors of the palace then lead him here. Knocking on the ornate light blue door Striker waited for a response, snarling with a rattle when none came, patience at an end for this ridiculous game Striker checked the door handle, surprised to find it unlocked. Pushing the door open Striker slinked inside revealing the room was mostly dark except for a couple candle holders with lit candles in them However the dim lighting didn’t hinder Striker’s keen eyes from seeing a form he assumed was Stella laying in the four-poster bed under the covers. Striker felt his irritation grow after all how dare this rich bitch have the gall to call him to this hell forsaken wasteland of cold and snow only to be still asleep when he arrived? As someone who was incredibly professional…at least for an assassin, Striker took offense at the blatant disrespect Stella presented to him. Not making a sound Striker strode over to the large bed, crossing his arms over his chest as he glared at Stella’s form thinking about how to approach this when he jerked in surprise as the blankets began to shake slightly. Furrowing one eyebrow he focused harder on the lump of blankets picking up on a subtle tiny sound coming from it indicating that Stella was awake.
“Seriously! This some sorta fuckin’ game!” Striker growled, lip curling angrily.
Stella jumped nearly a foot in the air with a shriek, flipping over with the blankets clutched to her chest. Striker’s expression changed instantly to confusion as even in the dim light of the room he could see the tears coating Stella’s face and the dark bruise on the one side.
“Y-You…why are you…shit, we had an appointment,” Stella stammered when a look of realization crossed her features.
“That’s…right…are Ya alright, ma’am?” Striker confirmed before looking Stella over causing her to recoil slightly. Based on what little he could see beneath the blanket Stella was wearing a pink silk robe instead of her normal outfit which was odd because if he had to guess she’d been in it all day.
“I-I’m fine…I’ll…I’m sorry…I forgot,” Stella stammered out taking Striker off guard, both eyebrows raising as his eyes grew wide.
“What did Ya just say?” Striker asked in surprise.
“I’m sorry for having you come all the way out here for nothing…I’m…not in the mood for a meeting…” Stella repeated, trying to hide her face with both the blanket as well as the darkness of the room.
“Uh-huh…that have anythin’ ta do wit that bruise on Yer face?” Striker inquired lowering one brow as he moved both hands to his hips.
“T-That is none of you’re concern…I’ll pay you for the inconvenience and contact you later to reschedule,” Stella assured Striker, still refusing to make eye contact with the imp. The two stayed still for a few minutes until Striker released a deep sigh, head dipping with his eyes closed for a moment before moving to drop the small pack he’d had on his back. Taking a knee Striker shuffled through the pack while Stella turned to look on in curious confusion when Striker stood back up, holding a hard sided case in dark gray which he set on the bedside table.
“Ya got a bathroom around here?” Striker inquired.
“Um…yes, over there,” Stella confusedly answered, gesturing towards the washroom across the room on the left.
Striker didn’t say anything else simply heading towards the washroom where the sound of water running resounded for a few moments followed by Striker emerging with a cloth in hand. Stella continued to watch with a confused disbelieving look upon her features as Striker climbed onto the bed, taking Stella off guard when he moved closer. Uncertain how to react Stella froze in place when Striker gently grabbed her chin between his thumb and forefinger to guide her face slightly to the side promptly providing him access to the bruise. Striker gently pressed the cool cloth to the bruised area of Stella’s cheek causing her to wince with a small whimper.
“I could use a little light,” Striker stated.
“Alright…” Stella trailed off still a little confused by this entire situation. Waving a hand Stella lit up a couple candle labara around the room allowing light to illuminate just how badly bruised her cheek was.
“Here hold this on there,” Striker stated, pulling one of Stella’s hands up to press to the cold cloth.
Striker hopped from the bed to open the case he’d placed on the bedside table revealing various medical objects within. Striker pulled out a small bottle with some sort of white substance inside it, returning to his spot on the bed next to Stella. Prompting Stella to remove the cloth Striker popped open the bottle allowing him to scoop out a white cream that he applied to the injury.
“Why are you doing this?” Stella quietly asked finally voicing her confusion.
“If I tell Ya will Ya tell me who did this to Ya?” Striker retorted.
“Don’t you already know?” Stella shot back.
“I have a good guess,” Striker once again retorted with a small smirk upon his features.
Stella returned the small smirk before returning them to silence, Striker finished tending the bruise on Stella’s cheek then leapt off the bed to put away his medical bag, but he left the bottle of cream on the bedside table.
“Ya want me ta stay?” Striker inquired.
“No, I’ll make sure to reschedule our meeting in a day or so,” Stella responded just as quietly getting what appeared to be a light blush across her face.
“Very well, goodnight, ma’am,” Striker stated, slinging his bag over his back again then exiting the bedroom to retrieve his poncho from the front foyer to leave the palace.
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Heavens Disdane
Fandom: Hazbin Hotel
Rating: T
Pairing(s): Chaggie
Some how Drade allowed Charlie to talk her into staying back while she went to convince heaven of her plan. Charlie wanted a chance to convince heaven on her own as the hotel was her idea...unfortunately the court meeting hadn't gone well.
"Wait! We're not alone anymore! And I... I shoulda listened! Drade! Please...help..." Charlie whimpered with a sniffle, nearly inaudible towards the end. The young hellion had hit her knees upon Adam’s reveal of Vaggie and the declaration of Sera that she’d not provided significant enough proof of souls being capable of redemption from hell.
"What the fuck are you whining about!? Agh!" Adam began only to recoil as a glowing portal appeared causing a chill to run through the room.
Through the portals glowing purple light stepped the elegant form of Drade, clad in her new outfit and a pair of leathery wings tucked behind her. Sera's eyes landed on the scale emblems etched into the golden shoulder plates immediately growing wide with realization.
"Hmm, I see heaven hasn't changed. Smells the same too," Drade huffed, looking around the court room as the portal closed behind her.
"Who the fuck is this bitch!?" Adam exclaimed gesturing with both hands towards Drade.
"You came...I... wasn’t sure you would..." Charlie stammered, look up in awe at Drade as tears streamed down her cheeks.
"Of course, you called...I came," Drade smiled warmly at Charlie, taking a knee in front of her. Gently the red head cupped Charlie’s cheek, using her thumb to swipe away the tears.
"At least I can count on someone," Charlie responded shooting a disapproving glance to Vaggie that resulted in a curious eyebrow raise from Drade moments before assisting Charlie in standing up.
"Hey! Did you hear me? Who the fuck...!?" Adam began when Sera cut him off.
"ENOUGH! Thats enough, before you get us all killed. My lady, excuse the belligerence," Sera barked, flashing her angelic form momentarily before settling to turn to Drade with a bow.
“Humph, glad to see heaven hasn’t changed,” Drade huffed again, folding her arms lightly over her chest.
“I’m afraid I know not what you mean,” Sera stated in a meek tone.
“Don’t bullshit me, I was here when everything went to shit the first time around and now heaven has the gall to cause even more chaos while blaming it on others. Typical,” Drade retorted with an angry glare at the seraphim in front of her.
“How dare you! I won’t stand by while you spew blasphemous venom about heaven!” Lute chimed in from the side lines drawing Drade’s attention in her direction.
“Lute! DON’T!” Sera’s warning came too late as the Exterminator flew towards Drade armed with nothing but her fists.
Drade’s expression hardened into a cold, unimpressed one towards the swiftly approaching angel. Drade’s large leathery wings stretched out behind her revealing the insides to be a creamy white color that dripped into chocolate brown with blackened fingers, a single wing beat sent a shockwave straight into Lute causing her to exclaim in surprise as she was hurdled backwards into the wall across the room. A gasp radiated through the room, mingling with the cracking of the wall and Lutes pained sounds as she slid down the wall to the ground. Drade released a huff while tucking her wings back behind herself.
“Heaven just never listens,” Drade quietly stated sending a chill through the entire room once more.
“You’re the Gallow walker…aren’t you?” Sera hesitantly wondered, fear lacing her tone.
“That I am, which means it is my job now to maintain the balance of the scales. Heaven has severely tipped the scales away from earth and hell and I seek to reestablish that balance,” Drade announced to the room, holding a handout with her palm up causing a pair of golden scales to appear through a purple swirling aura. A scale holding the earth along with another holding a brimstone orb were lifted towards a third scale holding a light blue orb with swirling clouds.
“So, you side with hell,” Sera concluded allowing a small amount of disapproval to leak through into her tone.
“No, I’m working to reestablish balance. The exterminations have resulted in a level of power that has tipped the balance too far towards heaven. Thus, should Adam and Lute come to hell in a month’s time I WILL stand with Charlie and Lucifer Morningstar to defend the Hazbin Hotel as well as Hell itself,” Drade corrected firmly.
“Very well, dully noted,” Sera quietly accepted.
“Also let it be known that should Adam, Lute and their exorcist set foot in hell it will be a declaration of war,” Drade warned, eyes narrowing as a menacing aura surrounded her.
The room fell instantly silent while Drade held her ground for a moment making certain to sternly drive home her declaration before turning with the wave of a hand to reopen her portal. Ushering Charlie and Vaggie towards the glowing circle Drade silently stepped through with them promptly leaving the befuddled angels to argue amongst themselves about the implications of what they’ve rout upon themselves.
#Hazbin Hotel#Hazbin Hotel Fanfiction#Fanfiction#Chaggie#Charlie Morningstar#Vaggie#Emily#Sera#Original Female Character#OC#Angst#Drama#Humor
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need to know, what sorta trauma didja give striker in your fic au owo? i see few people actually making him show Symptoms besides plot-convenient flashbacks n stuff~
Basically strikers mother was gold digger imp from greed who left strikers dad. Strikers dad was a profitable imp from wrath but shortly after striker was born his farm was racked by musfortune like the entire town they lived in. Strikers dad split ways with her after getting tired of being treated poorly as well as her mistreating Striker. Upon turning 16 Striker worked at a brothel in town where he was sold to a nobel who kept him as a sex slave for years. He suffers from night terrors and ptsd in current times.
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I know this is super late but craziness has engulfed my life at the moment, hope to be back next week with my normal posting.
Either way have a Birthday Chaz.
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Based on the 'get rotated' shark meme
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Hi I iust wanted to say that I love vour fanfics of Helluva Boss and They are very interesting to read! Keep up the Awesome work!🥰💕✨
I also have a Request can you do Blitzo × Striker where he joins the IMP and now going on vacation probably to the midnight beach at the human realm? (And maybe Striker trying to be a good dad alittle to Loona) While The Others are having fun in the Beach playing (and probably killing some random security guards that shows up at the beach lol) Striker takes a look at the waves as he never seen ocean waves like this in wrath ring and how beautiful they are in human realm and when touching the Waves starts to glow in Striker's hand he looks surprised and excited at the same time as he starts to make splashes🌊 (probably at Moxxie as well lol) in the distance Blitz cannot help but at admire him and how Hot he is right now even tho he soaking wet and Blitz decides to join in the fun👀✨
I can probably do something like that. might be a little while but I'll post it when I'm finished.
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A Bambi rescue
Fandom: Hazbin Hotel
Rating: T
Pairing(s): Implied Huskerdust and Implied OC/Alastor
Charlie paced the lobby of the hotel while Husk and Angel watched her from the bar when the slow methodical clicking of a familiar set of heels resounded from the main staircase promptly drawing Angel and Husk’s attention in that direction. Drade stopped halfway down the staircase to stare at Charlie’s pacing form, eyebrow raising curiously towards her before glancing down to Husk and Angel with a look that silently asked what was going on.
“Apparently Alastor has gone missin’,” Angel casually answered.
“Missing? Are you sure?” Drade inquired, glancing back to Charlie.
“Yes! And I don’t know why you two aren’t more upset!” Charlie retorted, halting her rampant pacing to wildly gesture towards Angel and Husk.
“Relax Charlie, when did he leave?” Drade gently encouraged, finishing her decent to the lobby.
“Yesterday, he left yesterday morning and he’s never been gone all night before,” Charlie explained hysterically.
“Did he say where he was going?” Drade wondered, a glimmer of concern crossing her features.
“He said he had a meeting near cannibal town,” Charlie stated.
“Sounds about right…although it is unusual for Alastor to be gone longer than a few hours for something like that,” Drade admitted bringing a hand up to rub her pointer fingers knuckle along her lips.
“That’s what I’m saying!” Charlie breathed out, slumping slightly.
“Look, Alastor does what he wants, when he wants. I’ve learned to just leave him too it,” Husk interjected, gingerly drying a glass.
“Hmm…still…” Drade trailed off, waving a hand in the air causing a royal purple smoke to appear and slowly form into a small wyvern that gave a squawk. Drade extended a finger allowing the tiny dragon to land with a series of gurgling little noises.
“What the fuck is that?” Angel asked arching a confused curious brow towards the little wispy dragon.
“A spell, it’ll track down Alastor and let me know what’s going on with him,” Drade explained pulling a red handkerchief from her pants pocket, holding it up to the tiny dragon who sniffed it then gave a shriek before taking to the sky.
“Thank you,” Charlie stated with a small smile as the small dragon phased through the hotel’s wall.
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The forest not far from the hotel pulsed with an eerie aura, blackened trees creaking as their grey rotten leaves blocked out every source of light plunging the area into darkness. Small hellish critters skittered along the dirt covered ground while the small royal purple whisp dragon flew elegantly through the creepy atmosphere eventually locating its target, leaning against a large tree near the center of the forest. Alastor wheezed out a groan upon sensing the spell approaching, blood pooled on the ground around him as well as on the tree trunk behind him. A weak smile returned to Alastor’s lips when he realized what the spell was or more who it belonged too.
“Tell her…I’m here…” Alastor rasped out with a grunt of pain.
The small whisp dragon shrieked then flew straight up promptly phasing through all the leaves and branches of the trees to fly back towards the hotel. Drade was sitting out on the deck off her room enjoying a cup of tea when she caught sight of the whisp dragon returning, putting the cup down on the glass top table. Extending her pointer finger for the small dragon to land upon Drade closed her eyes allowing the spell to show her what it had seen and heard, eyes flying open moments later Drade whipped her hand to disperse the whisp dragon into the smoke from whence it came. Standing abruptly from her seat the red head hurriedly left the room, running down the stairs towards the hotel’s doors.
“Whoa! Where are you going!?” Charlie inquired upon seeing Drade rushing for the front doors.
“My spell found Alastor, I need to go,” Drade briefly stated, flinging open one of the ornate doors.
“What!? Really!? Should we go with you?” Charlie asked gesturing to Angel and Husk who were in the lobby/bar area.
“No! Stay here!” Drade sternly instructed, continuing her way out the door she’d previously opened before promptly closing it behind her.
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The dark of the forest presented a foreboding atmosphere the moment Drade arrived at the precipice. Moving forwards the darkness seemed to part allowing Drade the ability to search for Alastor, blood began to appear on the dirt ground creating a trail deep into the forests center where blood streaked along the trunks of dead trees. After what felt like an eternity Drade spotted a figure through the darkness slumped at the base of the largest tree with a crimson streak down it’s large trunk. Moving briskly Drade took a knee in front of Alastor gingerly pressing a hand to his cheek as she took in his bloodied form, head bowed with eyes shut, his breathing ragged and shallow. Gashes in Alastor’s clothing revealed glimpses of wounds that were clearly the sources of the blood that seemed to soak every inch of his body not to mention the ground below him, unable to get a good enough view where she was Drade decided it was best to get Alastor back to the hotel where she could tend his injuries more effectively. Concern lacing her features Drade maneuvered Alastor till she could pick him up bridal style eliciting a series of semi conscious groans from him causing Drade further concern as it wasn’t often Alastor showed pain. Closing her eyes the sickening sound of ripping flesh and cracking bones resounded through the forest, her face contorting momentarily in pain as two large bat-like wings flared from Drade’s back then she took to the skies heading back towards the hotel. Drade landed on the front stoop of the hotel’s main doors, resting Alastor’s back on her forearm for a moment to wave her hand causing an eerie purple glow to form around the door moments before it opened allowing her to walk inside. Waiting around the bar was Husk, Angel, Charlie and Vaggie, who all looked up the moment the door opened only to freeze with looks of horrified concern on their faces upon seeing Drade carrying Alastor’s unconscious form in her arms with blood coating the two of them.
“Drade…is he…?” Charlie quietly whispered, moving a few steps towards Drade while the crimson haired woman made her way for the staircase.
“He’s alive…but just barely,” Drade simply responded in a flat tone that sent a chill through the entire room.
“I’ll help…” Charlie began only to be cut off.
“No! I’ll take care of him,” Drade sternly insisted, heading swiftly up the stairs promptly leaving the group in stunned confusion.
Upon reaching Alastor’s bedroom Drade gently laid him on the bed eliciting an unconscious pained groan from him. Getting to work Drade removed Alastor’s shoes first then waved her hand to conjure the old-style medical bag she used, pulling items from it to set on the bedside table before heading to grab some wet cloths and dry towels from the bathroom. Normally Alastor could heal himself using his magical skills…the fact he hadn’t didn’t bode well in terms of his condition, his ears were laid back to match the pained expression etched onto his features. Drade managed to gently remove Alastor’s badly ripped coat with no fuss however as she reached to begin undoing his shirt one of Alastor’s hands suddenly flew up to grip her wrist, claws digging into the red head’s skin causing her to gasp in surprise more then pain.
“Easy, easy Alastor…it’s me, it’s Drade…” Drade gently cooed, cupping Alastor’s cheek as his eyes managed to open slightly.
“D-Drade…?” Alastor’s voice rasped out; the usual static tone that overlapped it gone.
“Yes, it’s just me…I promise no one else is in the room. I’m going to tend your injuries,” Drade continued to gently explain.
Alastor gave a weak nod of understanding then released Drade’s wrist, hand falling back to his side allowing Drade to continue removing his shirt to reveal his upper torso to her. Deep gashes marked Alastor’s already scared skin, deep bruising marred his sides and stomach area indicating there could be some broken ribs beneath. With skilled hands Drade tended the gashes first unfortunately she was unable to heal them using her skills due to how deep they were, once they were naturally healed for a day or two, she’d be able to use those skills, but for now stitches would have to do. Stitches in place Drade began gingerly pressing around Alastor’s sides to check for broken ribs earning her a series of deep pained groans from him until she found two broken ribs on the right side, a scream wrenching from Alastor’s lungs as he jerked upright only for Drade to press him back down.
“Relax, relax…I’m sorry Alastor. Hush…” Drade retorted, gently holding Alastor down till he calmed down although still panting with pained winces.
Knowledge in hand Drade moved on to Alastor’s lower body, undoing his pants which Alastor flinched at with his eyes watching Drade carefully. Once his pants were removed Drade retrieved a sheet that she laid over Alastor’s torso causing him to relax a little while Drade analyzed the wounds on his legs. A quick glance revealed Alastor’s left leg was severely broken, after stitching the few gashes along his thighs and calves Drade focused on Alastor’s broken leg. It didn’t take much for Drade to determine that Alastor’s leg would need to be realigned, maneuvering herself to straddle Alastor’s hips causing confusion to cross the deer’s features, Drade used her magical skills to create an aura around Alastor’s leg then manipulate it back into position. Alastor screamed in agony, body jerking violently under Drade’s own as she held him steady to prevent further injury till finally Alastor’s leg popped back into place and he fell limply to the bed. Assured that Alastor was quiet now Drade dismounted him, grabbing up a tenser bandage to begin wrapping his leg while Alastor worked through his agony with sweat trickling down his temples causing his hair to stick to his face. Gingerly Drade bandaged all Alastor’s injuries then changed the bedding with a flick of her wrist and covered Alastor up before grabbing a warm cloth from the nightstand that hadn’t been soiled yet, gently wiping it around Alastor’s face.
“I’m finished, try to rest,” Drade encouraged as Alastor appeared to be falling back into unconsciousness.
…
The mood in the lobby was tense, Angel sat at the bar playing with the rim of his watered-down drink while Vaggie sat on the couch watching Charlie pace nearly wearing a hole in the carpet, even Husk was anxiously cleaning glasses behind the bar. Drade released a deep sigh that drew everyone’s attention towards her, the red head tapping her way slowly down the large staircase looking tired. The group waited with bated breath for Drade to say something about Alastor however she ignored them heading straight to the bar where Husk nodded his understanding and poured her a whisky on the rocks.
“Well…?” Charlie asked hesitantly.
“He’s resting,” Drade responded vaguely before sipping the whisky.
“What happened?” Angel interjected from the stool next to Drade.
“Don’t know, he wasn’t exactly in a talkative mood,” Drade answered keeping her eyes on the whisky glass in front of her.
“Maybe I should go check on him…” Charlie began to suggest, barely getting it out before Drade snapped at her.
“I told you no! That goes for all of you as well, no one is to enter his room except me until Alastor is finished healing. Do you understand?” Drade sternly stated, her aura flaring slightly.
“Why though? Surely you could use as much help as possible,” Charlie persisted despite the rest of the room agreeing to Drade’s instructions.
“Charlie, listen to me carefully. Alastor wouldn’t want anyone other then me to tend to him, why isn’t important,” Drade once again insisted in just as stern of a tone causing Charlie to back off.
“B-But…” Charlie whimpered, hands bawling up by her chest as tears filled her eyes.
“I promise I’ll take care of him,” Drade reassured Charlie, laying a gentle hand on her shoulder.
“Let her do what needs to be done,” Husk encouraged Charlie.
“O-okay,” Charlie quietly responded.
“Now if you’ll excuse me, I should get back to him,” Drade stated, downing the last of her whisky before standing to head back up the stairs.
…
Drade sat in a high back chair across the room from Alastor, reading a book casually while occasionally changing his bandages. After hours Alastor released a small groan, shifting his head slightly from right to left as his ears flattened out then returned to laying backwards just before his eyes blinked open.
“Easy, don’t move too much,” Drade gently encouraged, pushing up from the chair to move to Alastor’s side.
“D-Drade…? Were you the only one to touch me?” Alastor asked in a raspy tone.
“Of course, I know how you feel about that,” Drade assured him.
“Hmm…thank you…” Alastor quietly uttered under his breath, frown replacing his signature grin while glancing down at his covered/damaged form.
“You’re welcome, I’m going to get you some water to drink,” Drade stated with a warm smile.
A couple days later…
Alastor managed to sit up against the headboard, Drade had began healing his minor injuries these past few days only leaving the more severe to heal on their own a bit longer. Resting with his head back against the headboard Alastor opened his eyes when the sound of Drade’s heels clicked into the room, door shutting behind her before Alastor turned to watch the red head move closer to the bed.
“How are you feeling today?” Drade wondered.
“Better than I did,” Alastor responded simply.
“That’s good, I think today we’ll start healing some of the worse wounds around your body,” Drade suggested.
“If that’s what you suggest then be my guest,” Alastor stated, giving his permission for Drade to proceed.
Drade went about gently removing Alastor’s bandages promptly leaving his torso bare resulting in a shiver from the deer. Reaching down Drade pulled a small blade from her boot which to most other people might have been alarming however Alastor was aware of what Drade was about to do thus it wasn’t concerning to him. Drade carefully cut Alastor’s skin above his broken ribs on the one side then cut into her own hand before placing it on the cut she’d made on Alastor promptly allowing their blood to mix for a few moments. Pulling back Drade hovered her hands over the spot as a gentle lavender glow appeared between her palms and Alastor’s side causing him to wince in pain as the feeling of bone knitting back together radiated through him.
“Ugh! F-Fuck!” Alastor cursed, hands clenching in the bedding to either side of his body.
“Easy…try to relax if you can,” Drade encouraged.
After a few minutes Drade pulled back revealing the massive bruise that had been on Alastor’s side was now gone. Giving Alastor a few minutes to rest Drade continued to heal the rest of his severe wounds leaving the deer in a panting, sweat covered mess as she went to retrieve a warm cloth from the bathroom. Upon returning Drade gently caressed the cloth along the right side of Alastor’s face eliciting a hum from the deer.
“I’m finished, try to rest,” Drade gently stated.
“Humph, still can’t believe I let myself get into this sort of state…shameful,” Alastor chuckled.
“What did happen?” Drade wondered curiously, still gently caressing the cloth over Alastor’s face.
“I was careless, coming out of cannibal town a group of angels took me by surprise. Lute’s cronies if I’d hazard a guess,” Alastor explained, eyes lightly closing as his ears casually laid against his head in response to the relaxing gentle caress of the cloth.
“That bitch! I’ll take care of her eventually,” Drade growled irritably.
“No need to worry, muncharee,” Alastor retorted with a small warm smile as the cloth was replaced by the gentle caress of Drade’s hand. Alastor brought his own hand over Drade’s to pull it to his lips where he laid a kiss upon the back of her hand.
…
With most of his wounds healed and a few more days of rest, Alastor was back on his feet, Drade walking in just as he was pulling on his freshly fixed jacket. Turning Alastor flashed that signature grin once again while the red head walked up, gingerly grabbing the edges of Alastor’s coat to do up his buttons.
“Thank you, muncharee,” Alastor stated earning him a warm grin from the crimson haired beauty.
“My pleasure, misère,” Drade retorted.
The two shared a couple moments before heading out of Alastor’s room for the first time since he’d been injured to address the anxious audience waiting downstairs.
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Fixing Fizz
It wasn’t lost on Calus how often he was finding himself at Asmodeus’s palace, the prince of Lust calling on the Dracony more and more for things he needed handled. Tonight, the tone Asmodeus gave off said he had a bigger mission for Calus to take on which left the Dracony in an uneasy state namely because he wasn’t sure what to expect.
“Calus~ nice to see you as usual,” Asmodeus chimed, emerging through the double ornate doors of his office.
“Always a pleasure,” Calus greeted in turn, walking past Asmodeus into his office.
“I know I’ve been asking a lot lately…I appreciate you indulging me,” Asmodeus stated, closing the office doors so as they’d not be interrupted.
“Not a problem, you’ve been paying me so it’s not like I’m not getting my worth,” Calus retorted with a chuckle, shrugging off his duster that he hung over the back of a high back chair before settling in it.
“Nonetheless…anyways, as you might have guessed I have something to ask of you once again,” Asmodeus chatted as he moved to the high back chair across from the one Calus sat down in, the flames of the fireplace flitting across the room.
“I assumed so, yes,” Calus huffed a laugh in turn as Asmodeus sat across from the Dracony.
“I’m not going to waste your time so let me just get right into it, you have healing abilities…could you…say, regrow a limb using them?” Asmodeus inquired appearing a little hesitant in his inquiries.
“Um…well, short answer would be yes…however, it’s not as simple as that. I regrew a hand on someone once, but it took a lot out of me to do it,” Calus responded, arching a brow in suspicious curiosity.
“Alright, here’s the deal, mine and Fizz’s anniversary is coming up…I was hoping to do something unique…personal for him this year,” Asmodeus began to explain.
“And…where do I come in?” Calus wondered, turning his arched brow into a furrow.
“I was hoping that your abilities would allow you to regrow Fizz’s limbs,” Asmodeus bluntly stated, taking Calus off guard.
“Oh…wow…um…okay, that’s an entirely different ball of wax. Where to begin? First, I’ve not regrown entire limbs before using my abilities and even the hand I spoke about had leftover bone to work with not just gone. Second, the amount of time it’ll take to accomplish something like that would be…a year maybe more because I’d have to do segments… if at all,” Calus began to explain, tone slightly exasperated at the very thought.
“Time isn’t an issue, I’m sure Fizz would be fine with any amount of time it would take,” Asmodeus assured Calus.
“It’s not just time Asmodeus…in between segments Fizz will be in immense pain, I’m not just growing flesh and bone…it’s tendons and nerves and once again that’s if I can muster the strength to do it,” Calus continued to explain.
“I see…there’s no way you can do it in one session?” Asmodeus asked, face dropping at the realization.
“I don’t think so…I can do a lot with my abilities but…I can only do so much,” Calus reiterated, a look of sympathy crossing his features.
"I understand...and you're certain Fizzy would suffer intense pain?" Asmodeus checked.
"Yes, no matter what is given for the pain Fizz would still suffer some form of pain, I morally don't want to put him through that," Calus finished.
"Alright, Alright, I get it. Guess I'll go to plan B for a gift. Thank you for indulging me, Calus, and I'm sorry for wasting your time," Asmodeus relented, offering an understanding smile.
"Not a problem, sorry I couldn't help," Calus retorted as they both stood up, Calus grabbing his duster from the chair before heading towards the door with Asmodeus.
The two bid a thoughtful fair well then Calus left, little did he know this wasn't over. Later that evening Fizz returned to the palace to find Asmodeus had set up a romantic evening of wining and dinning. All in all, the evening was amazing as usual however upon returning to the bedroom Fizzarolli remembered he forgot to drop off a manifest from his recent outing to Ozzie's office. Slipping into the office on the way to the bedroom Fizz went straight to the desk where he placed the manifest on the large desks surface resulting in him accidently shuffling some papers around revealing a contract he'd not seen before, pulling the contract out Fizz read through it, eyes growing wide in shock at its contents. Written on the paper was an agreement that Asmodeus would pay a large sum of money along with supply goods to Calus should he agree and accomplish the task of regrowing Fizz's missing limbs. Fizz's heart pounded with disbelieving excitement, was there really a chance to get his arms and legs back? Continuing down the contract Fizz eventually reached the bottom where his heart dropped upon seeing that under Asmodeus's signature it said request refused. Why would Calus refuse? Fizzarolli wondered in his mind after all the Dracony always seemed like a good guy. Glancing around Fizz placed the contract on Asmodeus's desk but located the original on his computer and printed a copy that Fizz then folded to place in his pocket before continuing to the master bedroom where Ozzie was waiting for him.
…
Striker yawned in the process of making his way into the kitchen of the penthouse, stretching over his head. Grabbing a mug from the cupboard he started making a coffee just as Calus strode into the kitchen, coming up behind the imp to place his hands on his hips. Striker threw a sleepy smile over his shoulder at the Dracony before they shared a gentle kiss.
"Sleep well?" Calus inquired, grabbing his own mug.
"Yeah, for the most part," Striker responded.
"Glad to hear it, hmm?" Calus began to respond when the doorbell sounded causing him to glance towards the front door.
"Expectin' someone?" Striker wondered following Calus' gaze.
"No, I'll be back," Calus stated heading towards the front door.
Calus moved to the small white box on the wall next to the door, pressing the button to respond to the bell.
"Hello?" Calus asked into the speaker of the box.
"Um...hi, it's Fizzarolli, may I come up?" Fizz's voice asked over the call box.
"Oh, hello Fizzarolli. Yes, of course you can come up, one moment," Calus assured the imp. Pressing another button, waiting until the elevator light on the white box turned green indicating it would allow Fizz to come up to the penthouse suite. Sure enough after a few minutes there was a knock at the door prompting Calus to answer it.
"Hi Calus, sorry to interrupt your morning like this," Fizz stated as Calus opened the door.
"It's no problem, come on in," Calus acknowledged guiding Fizz inside before shutting the door behind him.
"Thanks, oh! Hi Striker," Fizz waved with a slight blush on his face upon noticing the pale imp standing partially naked in the kitchen making coffee.
"Hey Ya clown," Striker acknowledged, stirring his coffee.
"Um, I was hoping to talk to you about something Calus...alone," Fizz stated turning his attention to Calus who was working his way back into the kitchen.
"Alright...we can go to my office in a minute, would you like a coffee?" Calus offered.
"Sure," Fizz accepted.
Once Calus got them both a coffee, he showed Fizz to his office which was across from the staircase leading up to the pool behind the living area. After they were inside with the door closed Calus sat behind his dark wooden desk while Fizz took a seat in a high back chair on the opposite side. Calus casually sat back with a small huff as Fizz nervously toyed with the coffee in his hands.
"So... what’s this about?" Calus inquired casually taking a sip of his coffee.
"Well...it's about this," Fizz nervously stated, setting his coffee on the desk before pulling the contract from his pocket, unfolding it to place on the desk in front of Calus. Arching a brow curiously Calus set his mug down to pick up the paper, giving it a once over causing his brow to slowly furrow.
"Asmodeus showed you this?" Calus questioned, peering over the top of the paper.
"N-No, I found it last night while I was placing something else on his desk," Fizz explained. Calus pinched the bridge of his nose with an exasperated sigh before placing the contract on his desk again.
"Look Fizz, I know how it sounds but as I discussed with Asmodeus, I'm not morally comfortable performing the procedure on you and that's if I even have the capability of doing it in the first place," Calus briefly explained.
"What do you mean?" Fizz wondered furrowing his brow.
"Fizz, my healing abilities are powerful but performing something as intricate and lengthy as regrowing a limb will take a lot of energy...I'm not certain I have that sort of power in me and even if I did the amount of pain, it would cause you upon waking from the procedure would be...beyond excruciating," Calus explained further.
"Oh please, I was blown up for fucks sake, I'm sure I can handle any amount of pain and how do you know you can't? Have you ever tried?" Fizz shot back waving a dismissive hand at Calus' concern.
"I did regrow a hand once but Fizz we're talking about an entire limb with nothing to start with! I will need to extend the bone from your shoulder to rebuild and that's only after the robotic mechanisms were removed," Calus continued to explain.
"Then you can do it!" Fizz exclaimed seemingly ignoring everything Calus just said.
"Fizz, did you hear anything I just said?" Calus asked.
"I did! I don't care how much pain it causes me or how long it takes, I want you to do this for me! Please!" Fizz insisted slamming a fist on Calus' desk.
"Fizzarolli! For the last time, I won't put you or myself through that," Calus shot back getting an edge to his tone as he sat forwards. For a long moment, they simply stared at one another till eventually Fizz let out a deep sigh, gaze averting to the side.
"I didn't want to do this...but you leave me no choice. I need this...it's the one chance I have to get something back. If you don't agree to do this Calus...I'll expose Striker," Fizz stated, tone deepening to a threatening level.
"What did you just say?" Calus practically snarled, standing up to place both palms on the desk as he slightly leaned Fizz's way.
"You heard me, you have the protection of being royal blooded, but Striker is a wanted fugitive with a lot of enemies...and I have contacts, connections to expose him with," Fizz explained holding his ground as he met Calus’ gaze.
"Threats, blackmail...seriously Fizzarolli?" Calus retorted in a slightly disbelieving tone.
"If that's what it takes...I need this...now sign the contract," Fizz insisted pushing the contract towards Calus who stared for a moment at it. Eventually releasing a breath Calus reluctantly relented, opening a drawer to pull out a pen that he promptly used to sign the contract. Fizz's body relaxed as his face lit up in excitement, the two working out details on when, where, and how this was going to happen afterwards despite Calus’ continued displeasure towards the whole thing.
Calus called Asmodeus to inform the sin he'd changed his mind as well as tell him the procedure would take place in the king of lust’s palace infirmary one week from that day. Asmodeus was thrilled to hear it stating he'd tell Fizz when he returned as he was unaware Fizz was sitting with Calus at that very moment. Calus informed both Fizz and Asmodeus that he'd get Stolas to assist as the prince had a way with politics and herbal remedies for pain. Once everything was settled Fizz left Calus' penthouse. Calus released an exhausted sigh as he sat down next to Striker who eyed his mate suspiciously. Calus gave Striker a false reassuring smile that apparently worked because the imp returned to watching TV, leaving Calus to worry silently about what was to come…this whole thing wasn't going to end well.
…
One-week later Calus made his way to Asmodeus’ palace, moving straight to the basement where the infirmary was located. Fizz sat waiting on the treatment table clad in a pair of black shorts to keep his torso naked, the plan was to do his left arm this time thus Asmodeus was preparing to remove the mechanical attachments he’d originally installed once Fizz was put under then Calus would come in immediately afterwards to start regrowing the limb. Stolas was also present, busily preparing his various potions although he looked uncertain, Calus hang his duster up on a coat rack near the door, a pensive expression upon his features.
“Now, you’re certain you want this Fizzy Frog? I-I don’t like the idea of you being in pain,” Asmodeus asked, tone thick with concern.
“Yes, Ozz, I want this…I need this…I lost so much in that fire…” Fizz assured Asmodeus, hanging his head towards the end as he stared at his mechanical hand.
“Alright, as long as you’re prepared,” Asmodeus stated, continuing to get things prepared.
“Calus, might I have a word?” Stolas inquired walking up to the Dracony while Asmodeus was distracted by Fizz.
“Sure,” Calus agreed, walking with Stolas out of the infirmary to the hallway.
“Calus, are you certain about this?” Stolas asked once they were alone in the hallway, expression one of concern.
“Yes, we’ll get this over with hopefully in two sessions,” Calus flatly stated, attempting to hide his uncertainties behind his usual confident stoic nature.
“Hmm, shouldn’t you take at least a day in between to rest?” Stolas wondered, his look of concern knitting its way deeper onto his features.
“I’ll be fine,” Calus once again flatly stated, grabbing the door handle to return into the infirmary.
“Are we ready to begin?” Asmodeus asked once Calus returned.
“Yeah, let’s get this going,” Calus confirmed with Stolas following behind him.
Stolas grabbed a bottle that he handed to Fizz with the instruction to drink the whole thing which he did with a gagging noise. Taking back the bottle Stolas gestured for Fizz to lay down on the treatment table which again he obeyed, there was already an IV hooked up to Fizz’s collar bone along with monitors that gave off steady beeping noises. Stolas injected a substance into the IV line that moments later resulted in Fizz falling asleep promptly allowing Asmodeus to start his portion of the procedure while Calus waited in the wings, grimacing at this entire concept, however if it meant protecting Striker then so be it. They’d started early in the morning however by the time Calus was able to step in for his part it was early afternoon, at first Calus easily rebuilt Fizz’s limb but, as he neared Fizz’s elbow area which was the finishing spot for the day he was beginning to struggle. Finishing the procedure in the late evening, Calus pulled his hands from Fizz’s arm after making certain to seal the end, panting slightly with sweat trickling down his temples and his legs shook slightly causing him to hold onto the table for a moment before managing the strength to head for the infirmary doors.
“Calus? Are you alright?” Stolas asked after the Dracony as Asmodeus moved to bandage Fizz’s new limb.
“I’m fine…I just need to rest before tomorrow’s session,” Calus responded, putting on a façade of confidence, managing a small reassuring smile over his shoulder before leaving the infirmary.
“Hmm,” Stolas could tell something was up with Calus however if the Dracony wasn’t willing to tell him then there was nothing he could do for him other then what he was brought to Asmodeus’ palace to do. Turning around he moved to assist Asmodeus with Fizz’s aftercare.
…
The instant Calus was in his guest room he plopped onto the bed and passed out; his energy had been drained significantly as he’d predicted. Ideally Stolas was correct, Calus should take a day or two between sessions to recover unfortunately knowing the pain that the procedure was going to cause to Fizz… he had no choice but to do them back-to-back. The next morning Calus drug himself into the infirmary where Fizz was waiting although he looked absolutely wrecked, wreathing in pain on the table as Asmodeus tried to tend him with concern on his face.
“Rough night?” Calus inquired.
“Yes, the potions didn’t work really well,” Stolas informed Calus.
“As I figured…the quicker we get this finished the quicker he’ll find ease,” Calus stated, wearily moving towards the treatment table.
With that statement Stolas proceeded to put Fizz back asleep promptly allowing the Dracony to immediately start the second session however all too quickly it became clear that ten hours of rest wasn’t enough to recharge Calus’ strength even remotely. Calus’ vision began to blur causing him to shake his head in hopes of clearing it away, his hands began to shake as well till eventually the bluish glow faded from under his hands and he swayed before grabbing the tables edge to stabilize himself. Stolas immediately ran to Calus’ side, placing a hand on the Dracony’s shoulder as Calus brought a hand over half his face, panting heavily while a trickle of blood trailed from his nose.
“Calus!? Are you alright?” Stolas asked in alarm.
“I…I can’t finish it…not today…I…I need to sit down…” Calus stammered, staggering away from the treatment table.
“Asmodeus, stitch up Fizzarolli’s wound while I take care of Calus,” Stolas instructed earning him a nod of understanding from Asmodeus.
Calus made it a mere two steps from the treatment table before his leg’s gave way sending him towards the ground. Stolas cursed under his breath as Calus hit the floor unconscious, he was barely breathing, pulse weak, Calus had pushed himself beyond his limits which could spell death for the Dracony. Stolas worked to stabilize Calus as much as possible on the floor till Asmodeus was able to help him move the Dracony to one of the recovery beds across the room, stripping him of his shirt to allow for easier treatment…what little they could provide. Calus was beyond exhausted having pushed himself past his limits which for a Dracony was dangerous considering their magic came from their soul unlike others like Stolas or Asmodeus who pull from the environment of hell itself as well as their individual specializations. Short of giving Calus some life support there was little that could be done all Stolas could hope for was that Calus could rest and regain his strength. Sighing heavily Stolas took out his phone in preparation to call Striker to inform him of what happened unaware the imp wasn’t informed of everything regarding the situation. Striker was understandably upset declaring he was on the way immediately leaving Stolas nothing further to do except help Asmodeus tend to Fizz while they wait.
…
A couple hours later Striker arrived at Asmodeus’s palace, fuming as he stormed to the infirmary promptly flinging the doors open upon arriving.
“Where the fuck is he!?” Striker exclaimed causing Stolas and Asmodeus to jerk towards the infirmary doors.
“Take it easy Striker,” Stolas gently tried to calm the imp, moving closer to him with his hands raised in a submissive manner.
“Take it easy my fuckin’ ass! What happened?” Striker barked.
“Calus overexerted himself and collapsed…he’s over there,” Stolas explained, gesturing towards the left side of the room where a series of recovery beds were lined up against the wall with partitions separating them and one that wrapped around the entire bed. Through the partitions thin cloth Striker could make out a figure on the bed.
Striker’s expression immediately shifted to concern as he rushed towards the bed in question, moving around the partition where he stopped short upon seeing Calus. Striker tried to draw breath into his lungs, but they refused to accept the gesture, his mate lay on the stark white bed with a mask over his face providing oxygen, an IV line in one arm and a series of monitors that set Striker’s anxiety a blaze.
“Is he gonna be alright?” Striker asked in a quiet tone, a hand reaching out to gently lay on Calus’s shoulder.
“Depends…when Dracony use their abilities it’s not like traditional magic, it comes directly from their souls. All we can do is wait to see if his soul can recover from such a severe drain,” Stolas explained with a look of sympathy upon his features.
“Why would he do this? Surely Calus knew,” Striker questioned, brow furrowing as he looked over Calus.
“I’m not certain, something seemed…off, before we started the procedure,” Stolas admitted.
“So, where’s the clown?” Striker wondered noticing Fizz was no where in the room.
“He was taken to their private quarters so Asmodeus could easily help him through recovery while I remained to take care of Calus,” Stolas explained.
“Humph, Ya mean so I didn’t rip him a new one,” Striker corrected with a small snarl.
“That was a secondary reason,” Stolas admitted with a little chuckle.
…
Meanwhile up in the private master suite Fizz started to come around only to be surprised at having no hand yet, the pain was still intense however it seemed to have eased up a bit now that he had more of his arm back. Asmodeus comforted the imp as he managed to sit up with a pained groan.
“Why…why don’t I have a hand yet?” Fizz wondered.
“There was…complications, Fizz, Calus collapsed and is now unconscious in the infirmary,” Asmodeus informed the imp who suddenly grew quiet with a shocked look on his features. Fizz recalled in that moment what Calus had tried to tell him about potentially not having the ability to complete the procedures.
“Is…he, okay?” Fizz wondered, hanging his head slightly upon realizing this was more then likely his fault.
“We’re not certain, he’s not doing well at the moment,” Asmodeus answered causing Fizz’s expression to drop even further as he realized his tunnel vision might have gotten Calus seriously hurt.
“Shit, Ozzie…I have to tell you something,” Fizz stated, tone hesitant.
“Hmm? What is it Fizzy Frog?” Asmodeus asked in turn, arching a brow in confusion.
Fizzarolli went about explaining everything that took place between the imp and Calus over a week ago including how he blackmailed Calus with Striker. Asmodeus listen tentatively to Fizz’s story, eyes growing wide with realization and shock.
“Fizz…why would you...?” Asmodeus stammered for a moment once the imp went silent.
“Because Oz…I lost so much in that fire…this was my one chance to get just a little of it back, but I didn’t listen to Calus, I got too hyper focused on my own selfish reasons,” Fizz continued, tears pricking the corners of his eyes as he gave a small sniffle.
“Okay, okay, do you still have the contract?” Asmodeus inquired.
“Yeah, it’s in my safe,” Fizz stated pointing to his little safe under his vanity across the master bedroom.
Asmodeus went to the safe, punching in the code to open it allowing the sin to retrieve the contract which he quickly looked over before releasing a relieved sigh.
“You never got my physical signature on this,” Asmodeus pointed out.
“No, I thought the digital one was enough,” Fizz retorted with a confused furrow of his brow.
“No Fizzy, my digital signature can stand in temporarily, but I must physically sign for a contract to be binding. This is a good thing though as it means Calus is under no obligation,” Asmodeus explained.
“That’s good…I mean it, but…do you think he’d be able to eventually finish just this arm?” Fizz wondered looking honestly relieved to hear he’d not locked Calus into this.
“I’m…not sure…first he needs to recover,” Asmodeus reminded Fizz, who gave a small understanding nod.
“In the meantime, you’ll stay in here, Striker is in the infirmary with Calus and from what I understand he is…unimpressed to say the least,” Asmodeus informed Fizz causing the imp to swallow hard.
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One week after everything went to shit Striker sat on the medical bed beside the one Calus was laying on, flipping through his phone with one eye continuously on Calus. The sound of the double ornate doors to the infirmary opening catching his attention momentarily, revealing Fizz entering through them with a sorrowful look upon his features. Striker had one leg crooked upwards that he draped the arm that was holding his phone over, scowling at the clown imp as he approached even starting to subtly rattle his tail the closer Fizz got. Fizz swallowed around the lump in his throat, despite Striker not having his signature hat nor jacket on he still somehow looked intimidating, glowing yellow eyes narrowing towards the other imp.
“How is Calus?” Fizz hesitantly asked stopping at the foot of Calus’ bed.
“Humph, still unconscious and weak,” Striker retorted, glancing over at his mate briefly before returning his disgruntled gaze to Fizz.
“I- I came to apologize, I’m so sorry for what happened to Calus…this is all my fault,” Fizz apologized, hanging his head, averting his gaze from Striker’s intense one.
“I appreciate the apology but, as much as I’d like ta blame Ya for all this… in the end Calus agreed ta do it,” Striker stated with a growl that faded into a small sigh.
“You don’t understand…it IS all my fault, you see I…” Fizz began explaining what he’d done to Striker whose tail began to rattle ferociously as he clenched his claws and clenched his teeth in anger.
“Ya did what!?” Striker exclaimed, snarling in anger as he stood from where he was sitting with hands clenching into fists.
“Like I said I’m really, really sorry…I don’t expect you to forgive me or anything…AH!” Fizz exclaimed as he hit the ground, Striker looming over top of him with a death grip on the other imp’s arms.
“You little attention whore! How fuckin’ dare Ya!?” Striker growled out, grip getting tighter causing Fizz to whimper.
“I-I’m sorry…” Fizz apologized again, looking away.
“S-Striker…” Calus’ quiet tone drew both imp’s attention instantly however it caused Striker’s demeanour to change as if someone flipped a switch.
“Calus!?” Striker exclaimed, abandoning Fizz on the floor to immediately run to Calus’ side, one hand landing on the Dracony’s shoulder. Calus shifted his head to the side to look at Striker with a small acknowledging smile on his face.
“H-how long have I been out?” Calus wondered, clearing his throat a bit.
“Over a week, try ta rest,” Striker encouraged, tone gentle.
“A week…shit…” Calus breathed out, seeming to struggle with each word.
“It’s fine, I’m just glad Yer awake,” Striker stated returning the smile till that is Fizz managed to stand back up, entering Calus’ line of sight.
“Fizz…?” Calus questioned moments before Striker snarled.
“Get out!” Striker exclaimed in a low possessive growl.
Fizz took the warning to heart, backing up slowly till he could leave the infirmary while Striker continued to hiss with his tail rattling when a gentle hand cupped his cheek. Striker jerked slightly in surprise, looking down at Calus and instantly settling as his expression softened.
“Hush Striker…what did I miss?” Calus encouraged.
“Fizz told me everythin’…what he made Ya do...,” Striker briefly explained, tone growing more aggravated by the second.
“Hmm…he did, did he…then you know I’m bound by contract to full fill the procedure…I just…don’t know when I’ll be able to try again,” Calus admitted, rubbing Striker’s cheek with his thumb.
“Don’t fuckin’ worry about that right now…just…get better…” Striker insisted, placing his hand over Calus’, brow furrowing upwards in a combination of relief and concern.
Calus continued to nap on and off for the rest of the day, waking from one just as Asmodeus was walking into the infirmary with Stolas.
“Good to see you’re awake Calus,” Stolas stated walking over to the Dracony’s bedside while Striker kept an eye on them from the other bed, his possessive protective nature running in overdrive by this point.
“Hmm, I’m sorry I couldn’t finish the procedure Oz…once I’m able too I’ll finish it,” Calus stated with a groan as he attempted to sit up.
“Nah, Calus! Don’t!” Striker exclaimed, beginning to move off the bed only to stop when Asmodeus beat him to it.
“Relax…there’s no need, if you feel capable and wish too then you can however the contract is nonbinding,” Asmodeus assured Calus resulting in a stunned expression to cross the Dracony’s face as the Lustful sin gently laid a hand on his shoulder to encourage him to remain laying down.
“What do you mean? I signed a contract agreeing to do this…” Calus reiterated, furrowing his brow in confusion.
“The contract wasn’t properly signed by me thus you have no obligation,” Asmodeus reassured the Dracony.
“Really? Well, that’s good…what about Striker? I’m going to take it Fizz told you everything,” Calus inquired, concern seeping its way into his tone.
“No harm will come to either of you and yes, me and Fizzy had a long conversation about all this…for what it’s worth I’m sorry this happened,” Asmodeus offered, glancing over at Striker momentarily.
“That’s good, I appreciate the…apology,” Calus stated, voice growing weary as he laid back allowing Stolas to check a few things.
“Alright, you should get some more rest I’ll return later to check again on you,” Stolas stated with a nod which Calus returned.
Calus didn’t fight Stolas on the suggestion simply allowing himself to fall back asleep, mind too exhausted to stay awake any longer. Fizz opted to avoid the infirmary or more accurately avoided Striker for the rest of the time he was in the palace waiting for Calus to recuperate, a three-week process that barely saw the Dracony back on his feet. The duo managed to leave the palace unfortunately Calus couldn’t return to work for a further two weeks when he started feeling remotely like himself again. Much to Striker’s displeasure after six long months of recovering Calus did return to Asmodeus’ palace to complete the regrowth of Fizz’s left limb, afterwards making it perfectly clear he’d be unable to do any more. Fizz was grateful to have at least one of his arms back assuring Calus he’d not be calling on him to do anything further much to everyone’s relief.
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