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Push chapter 3: Murder family

Summary:

Takes place in the alternive version of murder family

Notes:

LMK if we should add some trigger warnings for this chapter.

Honey, I rose up from the dead, I do it all the time

Cuz, I can't think of any you wouldn't be expecting.

"But I got smarter, I got harder in the nick of time

I got a list of names, and yours is in red, underlined

I check it once, then I check it twice."

-Look what you made me do, Taylor swift.

{Present: Stolas}

Stolas walked downstairs for breakfast. The servants were still cleaning from Stella's not divorced party.

He sighs, what an awful fucking party. The only good thing that came from it was seeing Blitzo again…

Blitzø now…

Why did he change his name anyway?

He walked into the kitchen. "Octavia, good morning, dear." Stolas says.

"Hi dad." Via says.

"Octavia, don't slouch!" Stella scolds.

Octavia sits straight. “Right. Sorry.” She says.

Stolas frowns, he hates how Stella talks to her, but if he says something, they'll fight about it, and that would cause more distress for Via than really necessary.

So instead he glances Octavia's way and smiles at her, hoping it'll do…something. "So, Via. How have you been?" Stolas asks.

Octavia shrugs. "I don't know."

"Octavia, don't shrug." Stella says. "It's unbecoming of a princess."

"Sorry, mum." Via says.

'Don't bow to that one, he bows to us, idiot.'

'Oh right, sorry father.'

Stolas glares at Stella, but she pays no mind.

"The party was so fucking loud." Octavia says. "I could hardly concentrate on anything."

"I know what you mean." Stolas says softly, "what are you working on? Perhaps I can help you with it?" Stolas suggests.

"I don't need help." She sighs. "I just need quiet."

"Right… Well, the party is over now, so it should be quieter." He says.

Via doesn't respond, just scoffs quietly and puts on her headphones to continue eating.

Stolas returns to his meal as well; he has completed trying to relate to his teenager for the day he supposes.

"Octavia! Take those fucking headphones out! It's impolite."

"Must you criticize everything she does? Isn't criticizing me enough?!" Stolas shouts.

Suddenly the room goes quiet.

"How dare you!" Stella says. "She's my daughter!-"

"She's our daughter, Stella!" Stolas shouts back. "And I don't appreciate you talking to her like that."

"I will talk to her however I please!" Stella shouts.

Octavia got up and ran to her room.

"See what you've done?" Stella asks.

Stolas sighs, "Octavi-"

The door slams.

Stella glares daggers at Stolas, she has nothing but hate in her heart for him…and as it seems, anyone.

"What the hell is wrong with you, Stolas? I do everything around here. I take care of the castle, I make sure our daughter is presentable while you encourage her to dress like a-

Stolas shouts. "Don’t you dare say it, I'm the one who actually took care of her. When she had nightmares, I took care of it, when she was molting, I helped her-

Stella laughs. "Oh right, like I do nothing around here?! I take care of the house, hire servants, organize every meeting, every party, threw our anniversary party-"

"Shame it couldn't have been a divorce party." Stolas interrupted.

"Excuse me?" Stella asks. "You're a pathetic excuse for a man, you're lucky I haven't left your scrawny ass yet! Why must you ruin everything? Do you think it's easy for me? Easy to admit that I'm married to a soulless prick year after year?" She asks.

Stolas gets up and leaves, not wanting to respond to Stella's insults.

{Past: Stolas, age 16:}

Stolas slammed the door to his bedroom.

He throws his grimoire across the room and pathetically throws himself on the bed.

"You- uh…good?" Blitzo asks him. The imp was tidying up the place, and Stolas knew that he was busy and had work to do- but, he needed a friend right now…

Was he really selfish for that?

"He's really going to force me to marry stella." Stolas says, sitting up.

"Yeah, you know that already." Blitzo says. “So?”

"I can't marry her, Blitzo. I can't!" Stolas says.

"So…don't. No one can force you to marry anyone. And they certainly can't force you to have a baby with them either. It's your life, tell them to call it off or you’ll leave.” Blitzo suggested.

"I wish it were that easy." Stolas says. “They’ll take everything from me.”

"Well, no one said freedom was free." Blitzo says.

"When did you become so smart?" Stolas asks.

"I've always been smart, you've just been too…" he lingers on the word, realizing what he was about to say.

"Yes?" Stolas asks in amusement, he crosses his arms, awaiting what the imp was about to say.

"Engrossed in your own…miscellaneous activities." Blitzo says, smiling with the fakest of innocence.

"Nice save." Stolas says.

"Mhm." Blitzo returns to dusting the bookshelf.

"And how do you suppose I could escape?" Stolas asks. “If I wanted to.”

"You can literally disguise yourself as an Imp, or a person, a sinner. Take the book and leave."

"And those who are more powerful, if they find me trying to escape my duties?" He asks.

"So, they take what? Take your powers away? Big deal, you're like everyone else." Blitzo shrugs.

"They might kill me." Stolas says.

"So…your choices would be dead…or you fuck Stella." Blitzo says.

Stolas hums. "Good point."

"You still have free will, a brain, a heart. They can try, but they can't take that." Blitzo says. "You still have control over your life, just don't surrender to them.”

Stolas blushed without meaning to. "I- um, I'm going for a walk." He says, heading to the door.

Blitzo didn't respond, just got back to work.

"Blitzo?"

"Yes?"

"Thank you." Stolas says, closing the door behind him.

~~~~~present:~~~~

He had no choice! Blitzo was wrong!

Stolas sighs. Blitzo was never wrong…

He looks through his desk’s secret compartment, full of things Blitzo had given him, things he left behind…

A letter caught his attention, scented with hellrose.

Perhaps it’s not too late to have some control over his life…

Perhaps there’s still a chance at happiness.

A chance Blitzø does still care…

He just needs to take it slow, be understanding…

He should call him!

{I.M.P:}

Millie and Barbie were practicing to shoot with their new crossbow.

"So, who exactly is this Stolas guy?" Loona asks Barbie while she holds up a picture to be the target. "He seemed to strike a nerve with you and dad."

"What has he told you about it?" Barbie asks.

"Nothing! I tried asking him about it last night, but he just avoided the question. It's weird. He's usually so…eager to talk to me." Loona says, sitting up.

"Strange, it's almost like he loves you or something." Barbie remarks.

"You know what I mean! Don't change the subject." Loona says.

“Stay still, please?” Millie asks.

Barbie exhales sharply. "He's just some privileged asshole bird who broke your father's heart. That's all."

Millie shoots, but misses because Loona moved again. “Loona-“

"He did? Is that even possible?" Loona asks.

"You'd be surprised." Barbie answers.

"But, how did they meet?" Loona asks. “How long were they together?”

"Look, don't get me wrong. I love exposing your father's stupid embarrassing secrets. But I will not be in a conversation involving that father pecking cloaca having buffleheaded pompous prick."

Millie and Loona look at her.

"You were waiting for an opportunity to call him that, weren't you?" Millie asks.

"Doesn't matter!" Barbie says. "Shoot the fucking target."

Millie shrugs and does, this time nailing it.

"He must have really done a number on him, huh?" Loona asks.

Barbie was about to answer-

"Guys, I'd like you to meet our newest client!" Blitzø says.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Millie!" Millie says, shaking her hand.

"Just kill the bitch." Mrs Mayberry scowled, ignoring Millie completely.

"Don't worry, Ma'am. Here at I.M.P. there's nothing we do better than killing bitches." Blitzø said.

"That better be true." She says, stomping away.

"Can't believe someone cheated on her." Barbie says.

Blitzø couldn't tell if that was sarcastic. But, he chooses to ignore it. "Alright. Are you two ready?"

"Born ready!" Millie says.

"Yeah, sure. Let's kill a bitch." Barbie shrugs.

Blitzø takes the book and opens the portal. "Okay, we're gonna do this quickly and discreetly. Loona, I'll call you when I need the portal-"

"I know the drill, Blitzø." Loona rolls her eyes.

"Alright! Let's go lick some ass!" He says.

"The expression is kick some ass, Blitzø."

"Mines better." Blitzø says.

They go through the portal, leaving the book with Loona.

Blitzø, Barbie, and Millie sneak up to the house.

"This one should be easy enough." Blitzø says, aiming and shooting the target instantly.

"Great, done, let's get out of he-"

A gunshot. "Ah! A new hole, scatter!" He shouts.

"Shit!" Barbie curses.

All three imps split up, each of the family members following with their own weapons.

~~~Loona: 🐺~~~

After they left, the phone rang. "Hello? Imp."

"Oh, hello. Is Blitzø there?"

"Who is this?" She asks.

"This is…uhm. Stolas Goetia."

Loona smiles. Oh…this was too perfect.

"Stolas, interesting name. What the fuck do you want?" She asks.

"I want to speak to Blitzø, please?" Stolas asks.

"You have to answer a few security questions first…"

"Security questions?" He asks.

"Yes, first question: are you old enough to hire an assassin?"

"I'm not interested in-"

"Answer the question." Loona says. "Or I'm hanging up."

"Yes."

"How old are you?"

"Thirty-six." Stolas says.

"Wow. Old. And what species are you?" She asks.

"Why does that matter?!" Stolas asks.

"Sir, if you're not going to cooperate, I can't help you." Loona says.

"I'm an avian." Stolas says.

"More specific." Loona says.

"Owl."

"How do you know Blitzø?" She asks.

"We were friends." Stolas says

"Why past tense?" Loona asks.

"It's…complicated." Stolas says.

"Great, what's your favorite color?"

"You've got to be kidding me." Stolas sighs.

~~~Blitzø, Millie, Barbie:~~~~

The husband of the bitch followed Blitzø to the woods.

It was hard to keep quiet with the hole in his shoulder, but he's been through worse.

"Where are you mother fucker! You think you can just kill my wife and get away with it? I don’t think so." He says angrily.

Blitzø slowly reaches for his gun, but the guy snuck up and shot his arm again. "Shit!"

"She was my everything! And now yer gonna pay!" He says, aiming for his middle.

Blitzø then quickly shot him in the head. "Should have shot me somewhere more dangerous, asshole." He says.

What a nice couple.

He's sure the two of them will settle nicely in hell.

Now he's gotta find the girls and head back. Knowing them, they should have the kids handled by-

A loud explosion is heard.

Ah. There they are.

~~~Loona: 🐺 ~~~

"Seasons of love by jonathan Larson! Okay? I have answered all your ridiculous questions, now will you please-"

"Sorry, Blitzø isn't here. Call again later." She says before hanging up.

Loona chuckles. That was kinda fun.

~~~Blitzø, Millie, Barbie:~~~

"Damn kids." Barbie says, climbing out the window. "Millie, when we get back, tie my tubes.”

"I can try." Millie says, throwing the grenade in the house.

"Blitzø! There he is!" Millie says, running over to help him.

"Glad to see you both made it in one piece." Blitzø says.

"Damn, you look like hell." Barbie says.

"Gee, sis. I wonder why, maybe it’s cuz’ I got shot twice in the fucking arm?! Thanks so much for the concern.” Blitzø says.

“Next time, don’t get shot.” Barbie orders.

“Just call Loona." He says.

“Okay, okay. Geez.” Barbie texts her, and a couple moments later, the portal opens.

"Mission accomplished!" Millie shouts.

"Any chance she'll pay us more for killing the woman's husband and kids?" Barbie asks Blitzø.

"I think she was counting on them being miserable." Blitzø says.

"Damn it."

They go through the portal, and Blitzø falls on his face.

“The hell happened?” Loona asks.

Millie helps him up. “Few bullet wounds, no big deal.” Blitzø shrugs. “Where’s that first aid kit?”

“Still in your office from last time.” Barbie answers.

“Right. Thanks.” Blitzø walks to his office to find it.

Loona follows.

She grabs the kit and hands it to him.

“Thanks, Loonie.” Blitzø says, first cleaning the wounds with disinfectant.

“Need help?” Loona asks.

“No, I got it. I’m used to taking care of my wounds myself.” Blitzø says.

"So, your owl friend called." Loona says.

Blitzø paused. “What?”

“Stolas. He called.” Loona says again.

Blitzø hums, "what did he want?" He continued on like he just didn’t care.

"Don't know, I hung up before he could tell me." Loona explains.

Blitzø looks at her and smiles.

"What?" Loona asks.

"I've never been prouder of you, Loonie."

"Whatever." Loona grumbled, “I’m going back to my desk.” She leaves, slamming the door.

Blitzø finished the bandages, then texted Stolas.

Blitzø🐎: you called?

Stolas🦉: I just wanted to talk…our last conversation didn't end well.

Blitzø sighs.

Blitzø🐎: We have nothing else to talk about. You're doing me a favor, I'm grateful. I don't think there's anything else we need to establish.

Stolas 🦉: I'm sorry.

Blitzø 🐎: Don't worry about it.

Blitzø threw his phone harshly across the room.

He doesn't have time for this shit! He has to focus on helping his mom!

But, Blitzø couldn't stop thinking about Stolas… no matter what he did!

It hurt- it fucking hurt!

How can that stupid bird possibly think Blitzø would want to talk to him after everything he did?!

{PAST: Blitzo, age 11}

Blitzo's schedule as Stolas's personal servant was relatively simple:

He gets up first thing in the morning to deliver Stolas's breakfast, then once Stolas is done, he takes a shower while Blitzo clears the dishes and gets his clothes ready, after that he helps Stolas get preened and dressed.

While Stolas did school work Blitzo cleaned Stolas's room then prepared his lunch.

After clearing those dishes, he helped Stolas practice magic and study spells, he basically had to do it on his own since Paimon wasn't going to help him.

After dinner, Blitzø cleaned up after him, stripped and made the bed, and got Stolas through his nightly routine.

He accompanied Stolas throughout the rest of the day until the owl went to sleep…that's when the real work began.

See, there was one member of staff that Blitzo hated more than anyone, and that was paimon's butler Lays. Blitzo was assigned to him, so that meant that Lays had to be a huge pain in the ass 24/7.

After Stolas went to sleep, Blitzo had his own schooling to finish, Lays insisted on teaching him and assigning something every morning which he was to finish every night before he could sleep.

"Why do I have to do homework? Can't I just be a slave?" Blitzo asks. "Isn't torture overkill?" He asks.

Lays rolls his eyes. "Master Paimon has entrusted me with your care. And while I'm in charge of you, you're going to get a proper education."

"But why?" Blitzo asks.

"Throughout your life, you will meet people who will take advantage of you, and underestimate you. You don't want to give them a reason to." Lays says.

"What's underestimate mean?" Blitzo asks.

"It means to think of you less than you already are." Lays explains. "Imps have two options in life. We surpass expectations and make something of ourselves, or we comply and be what they want us to be."

"Who's they?" Blitzo asks.

"You'll understand when you're a little older." Lays says. "In the meantime, I want your six paragraphs explaining hell's hierarchy done by tonight."

"Tonight?!" Blitzo asks.

"And don't rush it. Every mistake made will be corrected six times each. And you will be rewriting the paper until you get it right." Lays says before exiting.

Blitzo sighs. "Great."

And sure enough, every day after Stolas went to sleep, Blitzo had to fix over 20 mistakes and had to rewrite the paper two more times before it was good enough for Lays.

He stayed up so late that every night Blitzo would be found passed out by his work. When Lays found him like this, he'd cover him with a blanket and leave him alone for the rest of the night.

~~~Present:~~~~

Blitzo hated Lays for a while…but now, he kinda owes everything to him.

He didn't know at the time, but Lays was trying to explain how he was already being taken advantage of more than he knew.

It's only fair that he now takes advantage of his knowledge of Stolas's book.

He's willing to be as nice to Stolas as possible to get what he needs from him.

He doesn't care anymore, he doesn't care how much harder he has to work, or how much he has to push.

He will take care of the family he was forced to abandon for the sake of Stolas.

He will take care of them.

"I don't trust nobody and nobody trusts me

I'll be the actress starring in your bad dreams

I don't trust nobody and nobody trusts me

I'll be the actress starring in your bad dreams

I don't trust nobody and nobody trusts me

I'll be the actress starring in your bad dreams

I don't trust nobody and nobody trusts me

I'll be the actress starring in your bad dreams"

-Look what you made me do, Taylor swift.

Tag: @susstardust

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nottamoxxie · 4 months

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Push chapter 2: Soon you'll get better.

Summary:

Title from Taylor Swifts: "Soon you'll get better."

TW: Panic/Anxiety attacks, child slavory,

more at the end to avoid spoilers. Nothing too major, but if you need family or medical related TW, read the end note first. It's right below the story.

"I know delusion when I see it in the mirror

You like the nicer nurses, you make the best of a bad deal

I just pretend it isn't real

I'll paint the kitchen neon, I'll brighten up the sky

I know I'll never get it, there's not a day that I won't try

And I'll say to you

Ooh-ah, soon you'll get better

Ooh-ah, you'll get better soon

'Cause you have to." -Taylor swift, Soon you'll get better.

{IMP, present: }

Blitzø got back to IMP after what felt like forever! Fuckin shit does Stolas love to draw things out.

“Where the hell have you been?” Blitzø heard immediately as he sat down. "We're supposed to be visiting mom in an hour, I almost left without you."

“Relax, Barb. I didn't forget.” Blitzø sighs, can’t just get a second of quiet for fucks sake. “I just had some business to tend to.”

“Business? What kind of business?” She asks suspiciously. "What did you do?"

Blitzø sighs. “Look, it's not a big deal…I was taken by Stolas’s guards and I had to smooth things over with him. Okay? It's not that big of a deal."

“Fucking damn it, Blitzø.” Barb says. “Again? You’re an assassin for Satan's sake! You’re supposed to be invisible!”

“Christ on a stick! I am NOT a fucking ninja!” Blitzø argues.

“Uhm. Who’s Stolas?” Loona asks, appearing in the room with Millie.

“Ooo! Is he your boooooyfriend?” Millie teases.

“He’s…no one. Okay? How about that?” Blitzø asks. “Why don’t you three mind your own business for once? I don’t pry into your stupid personal lives!”

Barbie rolls her eyes. "You do that all the time!"

“You totally do that!” Loona says.

"Come on, you kinda do that." Millie says.

Barbie grabs Blitzø's arms and grips them tightly to look at her. “Blitzø, you cannot get involved with that spoiled prince again! You know how you get around him!” She says.

“Prince?” Millie asks. “You dated a prince?!" Millie asks.

"How is that even possible?" Loona asks.

"Okay- why is that so shocking?" Blitzø asks.

"He's a prince…" Loona says.

"It's you." Millie says.

"How the hell did you manage to date a fucking prince? Who is this guy?" Loona asks.

"It doesn't matter because we're not together anymore, okay?" Blitzø asks. "I wouldn't exactly call what we did dating." Blitzø mumbles.

"Just-“ Barb pulled Blitzø to look at her again. “Please tell me you didn't fuck him."

“Ooooooo~” Millie teases again.

“Gross!” Loona complained. “I don’t want to hear about your sex life!”

"Then don’t ask me about it.” Blitzø says.

“Blitzø!” Barb shouts.

"I didn't fuck him!" Blitzø says."We only talked. He agreed to let us use the book for work. Isn’t that great?” He asks, forcing some enthusiasm, knowing his sister well, and knowing she’s not gonna like what she’s hearing.

"And why the fuck would he do that?" Barbie asks.

"I don't know…maybe he felt bad for how things ended between us?" Blitzø suggested.

"It's Stolas." Barbie says. "He doesn't care about anyone except himself." She says.

"He's not a monster, Barb. Just a stupid prince with his head screwed on wrong." Blitzø explains.

"Give the book back, I don't want you associating with him!" Barb says.

"I'm not going to do that, Barb. Because A, you’re not my mother, and B-" Blitzø moves Barb further away to whisper. “We’re kinda desperate in case you forgot.”

Barb crossed her arms.

“I know this sucks, but it’s nothing. I’m over him.” Blitzø says. "I promise."

His sister sighs heavily. “I know, but- it’s…it's Stolas.” Barb says.

“I know…” Blitzø says. "But, imagine what good it could do." He says. "We can help mom, we can build this place from the bottom right to the top. We have people to take care of."

“You’ll catch feelings and get yourself hurt. Just like you always do! I don’t want to see you…like that again.” She argues.

“I’ll be careful! I know it's hard but…it’s Stolas. He’s never been that serious about me….I know that now.” Blitzø says.

Barb pinches the center of her face. “Okay…I’ll trust you against my better judgment. But only because we don’t have a lot of options.” She says, taking the book from him.

Blitzø nods, he knows better… Stolas only ever saw him as a servant to do whatever he wants to…

They were never really friends…

He only wished he had realized that sooner…

{Past: Blitzo}

Stolas made good on his promise, he made a deal with Paimon. Instead of letting Blitzo rot in prison, he agreed to let the Imp work off his debt.

But, knowing everything he took, Blitzo knew to pay even a fraction of what he stole would take a million years! Imps don't get paid enough to actually pay them back.

He supposed it was better than prison though, because he at least had a friend.

But, he still had hope that his family would save him! They just didn't want to make the deal, but surely they didn't forget about Blitzo.

But, then the weeks passed.

Then months.

Blitzo learned the trade from the other servants, he was now to be Stolas’s personal slave.

Making his breakfast, cleaning his room, dusting his books, helping him get dressed.

It wasn't the worst life…but it was less than ideal.

How was he supposed to be a good performer if he can never practice? He's way too busy helping Stolas.

"Blitzo!"

"Ahh!" Blitzo dropped the tray he was holding, breaking the plates and cup that was on the tray. This is surprisingly not uncommon in the Goicia household, at parties they'd throw their glasses around like they were disposable. Blitzo had one plate at home. If he broke it…he'd just have two very small yet sharp ones. They couldn't afford to replace crockery like that.

"Oh, sorry." Stolas says, helping him pick up the broken plate and cup pieces.

Blitzø sighs. "It's fine, I got it." He says. They could get in trouble if Stolas was caught helping "What do you need?" Blitzo asks.

"I was hoping you would help me practice magic, it’s so much more fun with you there.” Stolas says.

Blitzo liked practicing with Stolas, but he had so much to do, he'd rather get it done so he didn't have to stay up so late… but he literally can't say no to Stolas, they'd probably whip him or something. “Yeah, okay.” Blitzo says. "I'll meet you out there after I get this cleaned up."

Stolas smiles. "Alright, can I help?"

"Better not, your dad or someone could see. No offense, but most of your staff are huge narks."

Stolas nods. "Oh right. I'll be outside then!" Stolas skips away.

Blitzo finished cleaning up the tray and then met Stolas outside to help him.

{Later:}

It was hours later when Stolas was satisfied with his progress. He usually spends an hour or two every day. Today, it was four hours of non-stop memorizing and casting spells.

Once Stolas felt like he had enough, him and Blitzo just laid down on the grass to look at the sky.

Technically Blitzo should have just went back to work, but he probably wouldn't be in trouble since Stolas asked him to stay for a bit.

"You sure take this magic thingy seriously." Blitzo says to him.

"Well, father says it's very important, I want to make him proud." He explains.

"Your dad doesn't seem to be around much, is that like, normal for you?" Blitzo asks

Stolas shrugs. "Well…he is very busy." He says. "Is your father around a lot."

"Kinda, he likes Fizz more though." Blitzo says. "He thinks Fizz is so much better, but I'm gonna show him someday how great a clown I really am!"

"Is Fizzarolli your brother?" Stolas asks.

"No, we're friends. I don't have any brothers, just a sister." He says.

"Well, I think you're a great clown, Blitzo." Stolas says. "You made me laugh way more than Fizzarolli did."

Blitzo smiles. "Really?"

"Absolutely." Stolas says. "Surley the rest of your family knows that. What about your mum?" He asks.

"Mom says I need to practice. But she also said Fizz, me, and Barbie are all different and we should all focus on running our own race, whatever that means."

Stolas was going to say something, but noticed Blitzo holding his arms in his hands. "What's wrong, Blitzo?"

"I miss her." He says. "I miss all of them."

"I know." Stolas says. "I'm sorry I got you into this."

"It wasn't your fault." Blitzo says. "I just wasn't sneaky enough…I need to work on that."

Stolas chuckles softly. "It will be okay, Blitzo. I'm sure they'll be back with the treasures, they probably just traded some of it and they're trying to get it back." He says.

"Yeah…maybe." Blitzo says. "I should probably get back, or Mr. Butler will get upset."

Stolas nods. "Alright, thanks for the help, Blitzo."

Blitzo nods. Once he was away from Stolas, he wiped away a quick tear and got back to work.

{Present: Blitzø}

Barb and Blitzø headed to the sloth ring, St. An's Assistant living facility.

It's the best place they could send her to where she'll actually be taken care of, but bills have been piling up like crazy.

It'll be worth it once they're able to offer her a good therapist to work with.

She has nurses and friends here, which is great, but they want her to actually heal from this, and these people can only do so much.

"Hey, mom. How's it going?" Barbie asks, greeting their mother.

Tilla looks up at Barbie and smiles, she gets up from where she was sitting and hugs her daughter tightly. "Barbie, hi sweetheart. What took you so long? I've been waiting ages."

"I know, we're a little late." Barbie says. "How are you doing? You feeling alright?"

"Never better, dear. Nurse Karen's still a bit of a sour puss, but I won't let her slow me down.' She says.

"Hey, that's great, Mom." Barbie says. "Hey, look who's here." She says.

Blitzø swallowed hard. "Hey, Mom." He says, waving a hand at her slowly.

Tilla looks him over, confused. "Cash?"

"No, ma. It's Blitzo. You remember him, right?" Barbie asked.

Blitzø stepped closer despite the intense anxiety he was feeling, he held his arms tightly. He doesn’t know of he can do this.

Tilla starts breathing heavily, something horrible snapped within her. "Blitzo? Where is he?" Tilla asks. "Where is he?" She asks.

"I'm here, mom. I'm right here." Blitzø says. "See? Everything's gonna be okay."

Tilla didn't acknowledge what he said, instead she started panicking, looking around the hospital calling out for her lost son: "Blitzo! Nonono, I have to find him!" She says as nurses gently restrain her.

The nurses try to calm her down, but Tilla is still shouting: "Where's Blitzo? Where is he? I have to find him! I have to-"

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." Blitzø says.

"It's alright, but I need you both to leave." Nurse Charlotte says.

Blitzø walks backwards until he is brave enough to turn away and leave.

"Blitzø!" Barbie called out.

"Ma'am, you need to leave now." Nurse Karen says. She turns back to Tilla. "It's alright, Tilla. He's okay."

Barbie looks at her mom, seeing her cry and shout like that…it was unreal. No matter how much they try, it never gets any better.

Things look so blurry as she turns to leave, her head feels so cold, so dark. It wasn't real…

She found Blitzø right outside the building. "Blitzø? You okay?" Barbie asks.

"It never gets any easier." He says, drying his tears quickly.

"I know." Barbie says. "But, we gotta keep trying."

Blitzø shakes his head."No, I can't keep doing this, I only upset her." Blitzø says.

"Blitzø-"

"I can't keep seeing her like that, I can't!" Blitzø shouts.

"I know it's hard, but you're not alone."She says.

"We have work to do tomorrow." Blitzø says. "We should go home."

Barbie sighs, but agrees with him.

She still had hope that Tilla would be okay. ..

She has to be…

"This won't go back to normal, if it ever was

It's been years of hoping, and I keep saying it because

'Cause I have to." -Soon you'll get better, Taylor swift.

NOTES:

TW: Sick mother not being able to recognize her son, nursing home

Note: Bit of a shorter chapter, but I hope you liked it anyway. (I swear it'll get more interesting as it goes on.)

The IMP gang seem to have some troubles right now. But at least they have each other, Blitzø, Loona, Millie, Barbie...

We aren't missing anyone, are we?

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Push: Chapter 1: Prologue

Summary:

(Bought and paid for Rewrite with NottaMoxxie and Geez43)

Alternate universe where Blitzø was forced to be a slave for the Goetia family as a punishment for stealing.

Years later Stolas misses his friend Blitzø and wants to help Blitzø with his company as a way to make amends.

But Blitzø doesn't know If he can forgive Stolas for what he did.

Begining Notes:

TW: Child slavery hurt feelings, getting arrested, dungeon. Lmk if we should add.

(This is a rewrite. Please read all the way through)

{Blitzø:}

He thought he’d finally escaped the Goetia family for good…

But as it seems that’s not the case at all.

"Well, well, well. Look who we found."

"Oh…fuck.

"Blitzo, no see long time." The gray hellhound (Darron) says.

"Dumbo and Torso. Don't you two have better things to do with your time?" Blitzø asks.

"Those aren't our names and you know it!" Turbo says, rolling their eyes and grabbing Blitzø’s arm. "You're coming with us, his majesty has been trying to catch you for some time."

"Right, okay. Do you mind removing the death grip? Christ on a stick, there's no way Paimon can still be this upset, it's been years!"

"You think that's what this is about? You think we don't know about you stealing the grimoire from Master Stolas?" Turbo asks.

"...shit."

When will he finally be freed from this?!

“Sir, we found the imp.” Turbo announced to Stolas, in the middle of some sort of party they were throwing.

Anniversary no doubt… Blitzø could never forget that fucking date!

His guards barely got Stolas’s attention. “Who-“

Stolas stops to look at this imp. His face glows for a moment, then grows angry at the sight of his old…friend. “Blitzo.” He greets.

“Stolas…” Blitzø mumbles, not wanting to look him. "How's it going?"

“Thank you, but you can leave him to me, I will handle him.” Stolas says.

They agree and set Blitzø down.

"Follow me…Imp." Stolas says.

Blitzø barely manages to breathe…

He couldn't go through all of this…

Not again…

{25 years ago:}

Blitzo and Fizzarolli were happily playing with their horse balloons; They were in-between shows and they needed time to just have fun and be kids for a change.

The three kids- Fizzarolli especially was constantly working, they took on a lot for them being so young, but Blitzo never understood that, none of them did. They just knew it was their job to help their parents get money so they can afford the basic necessities.

Cash grabbed Blitzø and pulled him away from his friend. "Hey-"

“Boy, I've got a job for you! You are gonna spend the day with one of the Goetia princes.” Buckzo says to him.

“Ew. Why?” Blitzo asks.

Cash rolls his eyes. “Because money! Now, listen carefully. You are being bought out to be his playmate, but I want you to steal as much from those rich fuckers as you possibly can.”

Blitzo retorts. “Steal? But… What if I get caught?”

Cash’s eyes widen and he pouts. “Don't you want your family to be able to buy a bigger tent? better food? don't you want to be able to help me and your mama out?” He asks.

Blitzo defends: “Of course I wanna help mama!”

“Then, you gotta do this. Everything those rich fucks have will be worth a fortune!” Cash explains.

Blitzo rubs his arm anxiously, he’s sick of seeing his mom and sister suffer like they had… of course he wants to help them, he’d do anything for them, really! It's such a risk though. “But, if I'm caught - I'm scared, dad.” He admits, hoping his father would understand or offer him some advice, or comfort.

Cash gets closer to Blitzo, eyes darken as he grips his shoulder tightly. He pulls Blitzo closer to the boys dismay. “There are scarier things, aren't there, son?” He asks.

Blitzo can smell the alcohol from his father’s breath, he couldn’t even move away from it for his ownprotection... “But -“

Blitzo looks up as his father, eyes promising a fate worse than death if he didn’t comply.

“Yes, papa.” Blitzo finally complied.

“That’s a good boy.” His father says.

{Later:}

Blitzo surprisingly had a good time with Prince Stolas… at least- it wasn’t as bad as he thought it would be. His father even got to take a ton of treasures home. Barbie and Mama would be taken care of…that's all that mattered.

He felt accomplished, like he actually did something- he wasn’t a failure for once!

Blitzo and Stolas were playing by a tree. Stolas had a strange book in his hands that intrigued Blitzo. “What Is that? Your diary?” He asks.

Stolas shakes his head. “No, this is my new grimoire! It's a spell book! I have to learn it so I can access the living world!” He explains.

“The living world? Like the world with humans and stuff? Where the sinners come from?” Blitzo asks.

Stolas nods. “Mmhmm.”

Blitzo is in awe. “That's cool!”

Stolas nods. “Yes! I'm supposed to use it to study the sky!”

Blitzo tilts his head. “Why?”

“My dad says I can find prophecies, but I don't really know. But, I'm supposed to, that's what my job will be when I grow up. To join the rest of the Goetia family.” Stolas explains.

“Sounds boring.” Blitzo says.

“Not really…though I also have to get married…" Stolas explains.

"Ew, married?!" Blitzø asks.

Stolas nods. "It's my responsibility as a Goetia."

“Not me, I’m never getting married.” Blitzo declares.

“Never?” Stolas asks.

Blitzo scoffs. “Well, maybe someday. But not till like I’m like- thirty or something.” Blitzo explains.

Stolas nods. "Good plan. Must be nice to be able to do whatever you want."

Oh yeah! You wanna know what I'm gonna do when I grow up?” Blitzø asks.

“What’s that?” Stolas asks.

Blitzo jumps up on the tree. “I'm gonna run my own circus and I'm gonna be the most famous imp ever and I'll be able to do what I want to do, all day! I'm gonna make so much money and buy myself a big building, with a big office!”

“A big office? For a circus?” Stolas asks, confused.

Blitzo nods. “Yeah! A big office! Circus business with clowns and horses! and the horses will all have good names like Stapler and Biscuit Queen!”

Stolas giggles. “I'm sure you will. That sounds like a good business.”

“Yeah! And, if you want to apply, I'll hire you. Maybe.” Blitzo says.

Stolas chuckles. “You'll hire me?” He asks.

“Yeah, if I feel like it.” Blitzo shrugged.

Stolas giggles. “Well, I hope I qualify! You'd be a good boss, Blitzo.”

Blitzo puts his hands on his hips. “You say that with sarcasm, but I totes would! You’ll see.”

Stolas laughs happily, and Blitzo does too.

Suddenly a hellhound came by and snatched up the tiny demon. “Hey, let me go!” Blitzo screamed. “Help!”

“What is the meaning of this?” Stolas asks, infuriated by how his fathers guards were treating his new friend. "Release my friend at once!"

“Apologies, Prince Stolas. Your fathers orders.” The wolf says.

Stolas is terrified, not unlike Blitzo, he decides to follow them to see where they might take the Imp.

They had the young imp sent to a cell to be chained up.

Paimon called the circus to pass on a little message to Cash:

“You thought you could steal from the Goisha family and get away with it? Well, I think not! You have until sundown to return my treasures, or else I will be keeping your son in my dungeon until his dying days!”

Blitzo gasps.

That’s it then, he failed. His father will have to give the owl man his stuff…he could’ve helped out his family if he had just been more careful. Now they’re back to square one.

His dad was probably on his way back now. He’ll have to come up with a good excuse for when he shows up.

But then the sun eventually started to set.

His father wouldn’t abandon him…

Right?

Barbie and Fizzarolli:

“Dad? Where’s Blitzo?” Barbie asks her father while they packed everything up to move the circus to their next big location.

“He….Uhh was kidnapped.” Cash said.

“What?!” Fizzarolli shouts, Barbie gasps.

“By pirates.” Cash says.

“No! Not Pirates!” Fizzarolli gasps.

“What’ll we do?!” Barbie asks.

Tilla, Blitzo and Barbie’s mother takes her husband’s arm and pulls him away. “Cash, where’s Blitzo?�� She asks.

Cash sighs. “Listen, the plan didn’t work the way I had hoped. The Goetia prince has him now.”

“What? Go get him!” Tilla demanded. “Now!”

“Don’t you think if I could I would?!

If we go over there they’ll have our heads, using Blitzo as an example!” Cash shouts.

Tears fill Tilla’s eyes. “We have to try.”

Cash hugs her. “We will try. We just need a plan.

Stolas and Blitzo:

Blitzo has been trying his best to escape for the past two weeks but nothing has worked. No matter how many times he’s been caught, no matter how many times they beat him, he wasn’t going to give up. Mama needed him! Barbie needed him. He had to get out of here!

The king's guards grew tired of dragging the Imp into the castle, so they chained his arms and legs up so he couldn't leave the dungeon, they threatened to tie him to a table if he tried anything else.

Blitzo sat on the floor and cried despite himself, he hated being so weak, but he was defeated. He was stuck, and he may never see his family again…he may never see anything again actually.

“Blitzo?” A voice called, the small owl prince opened the door to his cell and walked in.

“What do you want?” The Imp asks him.

“I- I just wanted to make sure you are okay.” Stolas says.

“Well, obviously I’m not okay!” Blitzo shouts. “I’m all alone, I’m cold, my arms hurt and I’m slowly loosing my hecking sanity over being trapped in a cage!”

“Maybe if you stopped trying to escape, father would go a lot easier on you?” Stolas suggests.

“Why should I? There’s no risk, I don’t want to be here, I just want to get out! I’m all alone here, no one cares about me! If I die no one will even notice. So why don’t you just leave me alone?” He asks.

Stolas walks over to him. “I’m here for you, Blitzo.”

“What?” Blitzø asks.

“I care about you, I would be very sad if you died. I’ll help you as much as I can.”

“Buy why? I tricked you, I used you for your money.” Blitzo says.

“Only because your father made you.” Stolas defends. “I understand having to do something you didn’t want to do because of obligation.” He explains.

“I don’t even know what that means.” Blitzo mumbles.

Stolas sits on the floor with Blitzo, making eye contact. “What I mean is, I want to help; I can’t convince my father to let you go, but I can take care of you. Get you food, water, we can talk about stuff, have fun. Whatever you need.” Stolas explains.

Bltzo sniffs and wipes his tears away. “Why would you do something like that?”

“Because that’s what friends do, right?” Stolas asks.

Blitzo nods. “I guess.”

“Great! I shall go fetch you something warm, oh, and better food. I’ll be back soon, Friend!” Stolas promises, leaving the dungeon.

Blitzo didn’t really expect Stolas to come back, but he did just as he promised with food and a warm blanket for him. “Wow, thanks.”

“Of course! I know this is scary now…but over time maybe you’ll grow to like it here?” Stolas suggests.

Blitzo shrugs. “Maybe.”

Once Stolas left, Blitzo looked out the barred window. He knows his family would be busting him out of here soon..he just has to play the victim, and play nice for Stolas until he can break out.

They are coming…right?

{25 years later:}

Stolas looked down at Blitzø, eyes glowing bright red in anger, but Blitzø can sense a little pain behind those eyes. “Follow me, IMP.”

Blitzø sighs and does. He crosses his arms and reluctantly keeps up with Stolas. He hates the way Stolas called him Imp like they didn't fucking know each other.

They walked down the long hallways. Blitzø looked around at the different portraits. There were hideous pictures of Stolas and his good for nothing shrew Stella, but then he saw a picture of Stolas where he looked…not miserable, holding a small owl demon- did Stolas have a kid?

Stolas led Blitzø to his bedroom and locked the door behind them. He slowly walks over to the smaller demon. It was eerily quiet. The only sound was coming from Stolas’s boots stepping forward.

Blitzø sighs, he can’t stand quiet; he needed to get out of this, and fast. He had people waiting for him! He backed away slowly from the prince, maybe he can talk his way out. “Stolas, listen, I-“

“Give me the book. Now” Stolas orders harshly.

Kinky.

Okay.

Blitzø reluctantly takes Stolas’s book out of his jacket and hands it back to the owl.

Stolas let him go and he opens the book to be sure this wasn’t a fake or something. “What exactly were you planning on doing with this?” Stolas asks.

"Why should I tell you that?" Blitzø asks.

"Would you like to be arrested?" Stolas asked.

"Testy, who pissed in your Cheerios?” Blitzø asks.

"Wh- you did! Pardon me if I'm not thrilled to see my former best friend who abandoned me, and is now stealing from me."

"Believe me, I don't want to be here eithe." Blitzø says. "In case you forgot, I had a good reason to leave, and speaking of which, happy fucking anniversary!" He says.

"I had no choice but to marry Stella! I could have lost my rank, my family! I would have lost my home!” Stolas says.

“Really? Wow, Stolas. I'm so sorry. I wouldn’t know what that’s like at all." Blitzø says loudly and sarcastically.

“Fucking hell! Will you never let that go?! Don’t you fucking care about anyone but yourself?” Stolas asks.

Blitzø scoffs. “Right. I'm the selfish one."

"You’re the one who left, what was I supposed to do?” Stolas asks.

"I dont know, Stolas…maybe not marry Stella?" Blitzø suggests.

“I had no choice! We had an obligation to our families!” Stolas shouts.

“No, you're just a coward who couldn't just say no to daddy." Blitzø says. "You never could stand up for yourself, I always had to do that for you."

“Shut up!” Stolas shouts. “Shut the fuck up!”

Blitzø does, still heaving angrily.

“I will not ask again, what were you going to do with my book?” Stolas asks.

“Fuck off.” Blitzø says.

"Why won't you just tell me?" Stolas asks.

"Many reasons, mostly because I think you're an entitled privileged asshole." He says.

Stolas sighs. "You don't know me, Blitzø. You don't know what I've had to go through."

"And you were so sympathetic to me growing up? I'm out of here, sorry to disturb your special event. Either arrest me or let me go, I have somewhereimportant to be." Blitzø says.

Stolas sighs. "Blitzo-"

"Blitzø, the O is silent now.” Blitzø explains.

Stolas tilts his head. “You changed one-fifth of your name?” He asks.

“Yeah. What of it?” Blitzø asks.

“It’s…nice. But, why?” He asks.

"I don't need to explain myself to you!" Blitzø says.

Stolas sighs again. "Fine, Blitzø. I just- I'm trying to understand is all. I never meant to hurt you, I just…didn't know what to do." Stolas says.

Blitzø sighs, hating this conversation. Stolas was nothing but a coward, he shouldn't feel sympathy for him!

"We were best friends." Stolas says. "I know you wouldn't be here if there wasn't a legitimate reason, just please talk to me? I promise I won't lock you up like he did."

"I'm- look,...it's just complicated." Blitzø says.

"Complicated how?" Stolas asks.

Blitzø sighs. “I needed your book to access the human world.” Blitzø says.

“Why would an Imp need access to the human world?” Stolas asks, intrigued.

“I’m an assassin. My team and I are running out of clients here, most of them seek revenge on the living world…so we’ve been using it to get new clients. We’ve been very successful in it so far.” Blitzø explains.

Stolas hums. “That's..actually not a bad idea."

"Business has been great, but I need your book to do my job." Blitzø says.

Stolas frowns. "Well, I'm sorry I can't help you, Blitzø. My book is too important to lend out, if you want to access the human word, I'd try Asmodeus."

Oh yeah, because an Imp like Blitzø can just talk to a sin like Asmodeus.

Blitzø shrugs. "Fine."

"Blitzø-"

"I should go; My daughter will wonder where I am." Blitzø says, not wanting to linger too much.

Stolas's eyes widened. "Daughter? You have a daughter?" Stolas asks.

"Yeah, I adopted her a few years ago… She's my whole world." Blitzø says.

"I know what you mean." Stolas says. "My life began when I had Octavia."

Blitzø couldn't help but hurt a little at that comment, but he knew what Stolas meant, it wasn’t a jab at him.

"I'll tell you what…you can use my book. But, there will be some conditions." Stolas says.

Blitzø looked at him suspiciously.

"You have to return the book to me once a month on the full moon." Stolas says.

"...okay."

"No one can know about this deal, this stays between us." Stolas says. Blitzø is totally telling everyone, but Stolas thought he'd try.

"Okay. Fine-"

"And…be careful. Do not use any spells you don't recognize. I can teach you how to use it, but don't do anything stupid, I beg you." Stolas says.

"I won't do anything stupid, I'm not a child, Stolas." Blitzø says.

"I'm not so sure about that, but…I do trust you." Stolas says.

"And what exactly do you want in return?" Blitzø asks.

Stolas thinks about it. "You don't owe me anything…you worked for my family longer than you ever should have. I just want to make amends." Stolas says.

"That will be hard." Blitzø says.

"I know. And I do understand." Stolas says.

Blitzø takes the book from Stolas. "Thanks."

"My guards won't bother you anymore." Stolas promised. "I'm sorry they grabbed you like that." He says.

"It's fine, I'm pretty used to it." Blitzø says. "I have to go, I have somewhere important to be." He says.

"Blitzø-"

Blitzø climbed up to the window, then looked at Stolas.

"I am sorry." Stolas says. "If I could change what happened, I-"

"Yeah? Well…you can’t, so I'll see you later.." He says before climbing out the window.

Stolas sighs, trying not to feel so awful over this.

He hears Stella laughing and making fun of him…

Tears start to fall down his face…

What an awful life this turned out to be…

END NOTES: Co-written with Geez43 on Ao3

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