Helluva Boss: Ink Edition

Blitz Blows Off Steam

At the I.M.P. building, it was a rather slow day. Barely any clients have called in the past few days, which meant no wacky Earth shenanigans. Bendy himself was rather bored as he finished filling in a form as he went to Blitz' office to inform him.

Bendy: Hey Blitz, I've filled those forms you needed. Where do you...Blitz?

As Bendy entered the office, he noticed that Blitz was being unnresponsive. He sat at his desk sulking, holding his head in his hand as he stared at his phone

Bendy: Um, Blitz?

Blitz: What? Oh, hey Bendy. Thanks for filing those forms out. Just leave them on the desk...

Bendy: No problem, but is everything okay? You're never this quiet. If Moxxie found out about this, he'd shit world peace and be able to stop taking sleeping pills.

Blitz: Nice to see that my depression is amusing to you...

Bendy: No, it's not that it amuses me. It's that you're my boss and my friend, I'm just worried about you. What's wrong?

As Bendy said this, Blitz looked up at the Overlord with worried eyes, starting to tear up.

Blitz: It's that royal pain in the ass, that's what's been bothering me!

Bendy: Who? Stolas?

Blitz: *sarcastically* No, Lilith. OF COURSE IT'S FUCKING STOLAS! First he says we meet once a month, then he changes it to once every 2 weeks, then to once a week. I...I can't fucking doing this anymore! Not only is there a high risk of his wife killing me, my body can only handle so much of his 'affection'. I need a break from him, Bends. The thirsty phone calls, the rough sex...All I want is a break...Is that too much to ask for?

Blitz began to sob, hiding his face in his arms as he cried. Bendy looked at him sympathetically, hugging the tall imp. Blitz didn't even flinch as he just hugged back. However, Bendy was puzzled when his hand touched something wet. He looked at his hand as his white glove was stained black with imp blood.

Bendy: Blitz, what happened?

Blitz: Yeah, I learned the hard way he scratches his partners during sex. Last time he...It's nothing though, I'll heal.

Bendy: *stern* Take off your shirt.

Blitz: A-aren't you dating 2 girls right now?

Bendy: I want to see the scratches. Take off your damn shirt!

Blitz was surprised at Bendy's authority, but obliged as he lifted his shirt, exposing the faint scratches on his chest to Bendy.

Bendy: Dear Michael, Stolas did this? These must be the worst.

Blitz: Oh, I fucking wish, as for my back...

Blitz turned around and showed Bendy his back. Bendy's white face turned a horrific purple and a disgusted green as he looked. The wounds were still fresh, still oozing with black blood.

Blitz: Is it that bad? I haven't been able to check.

Bendy: I-It's awful, you're back looks like if Daffy Duck went through a paper shredder. Some of them are still bleeding. How the hell can you not feel this? Does Stolas know?

Blitz: Guess not, damn prick. I don't mind being clawed at, but this is too much for me to handle. I'm starting to run out of peroxide and that shit's expensive.

Bendy: Blitz, this is serious. You need to tell him to stop .

Blitz: You think I haven't tried that?! He doesn't care about how I feel, he only cares about how long I ride his cock!