Our Owlets (Book 1)

26.Escaping

Blitzø paced the dungeon cell, fuming with anger. There's no possible way that he lost! No way that people actually believe that royal pain in the dick!

While he was pissed off, he noticed that Fizz was particularly calm.

"Why are you so calm?" Blitzø asked.

"Because this was bound to happen, one way or another." Fizz drew shapes in the sand.

Blitzø only rolled his eyes. "We just have to tell the king everything that happened. Everything was just a huge misunderstanding."

"And who do you think he's going to believe? A demon prince who kisses his ass for a living or a clown and a fugitive? BOTH whom are imps. The lowest or the low. Huh smart guy?" Fizz looked up at him. "Face it Blitzø, we're nothing to them. Just pests who try to blend in."

Blitzø groaned. "Why do you keep saying that?! Stolas loves me! And just because he's a demon prince doesn't mean he doesn't love me back!"

"STOP BEING STUPID!" Fizz snapped. "They don't love you! You're just a toy that they'll throw away once they're finished with you! They are forever, you're temporary! Get that through your thick noggin!"

Blitzø was shocked to see the jester lash out so aggressively. But it's the key words by him that made Blitzø see that he wasn't talking about his relationship. Fizz was insecure about being with Ozzie.

He hated the guy, but he actually felt his pain.

"Fizz." Blitzø bent down in front of him. "You think Ozzie is using you as a toy?"

"Yes." Fizz wiped the tears coming down his cheeks. "But I've learned to accept it. And Mammon hates me with a passion, he's probably glad that I'm gone."

Now Blitz knew that was bullshit. He's a witness of their obvious love.

Blitzø placed a hand on his shoulder. "Hey. I may hate your guts and I may even love to see you cry, but even I have to tell you that, that is wrong as fuck. Ozzie doesn't think of you as a toy and he damn sure doesn't care if you're an imp."

"And how do YOU know that?"

"Why would he snap at anyone who touches you wrongfully? Even the king? Allow you to events only the elite can be invited to. Attend meetings. Balls. Protect you in his palace from the exterminators. Have you on a pedestal above other imps?"

Fizz thought for a while. "I...never thought about that.."

"He loves you, dude. Same with Mammon."

Fizz's eyes lit up. "Mammon?"

Blitzø nodded. "Oh yeah. That uptight douche loves on you and Ozzie big time. You two are the only ones that have him wrapped around your fingers. He'll get pissed beyond measure and the second you hug him for comfort, he immediately calms down. When Mammon is being unreasonable and cruel, Ozzie's butterfly kisses literally saves lives. Mammon has an unspeakable amount of fortune that should make anyone happy, but you two are his true happiness."

Fizz looked at Blitzø. "Oh yeah. You've been around Stolas waaaay too long. But thanks..."

"Don't mention it, besides you tend to capture your husbands constant nagging easily. Now let's get the hell out of here." Blitzø said. "We have a wedding to crash. Now! Here's the plan, we-"

Fizz reached out of the cell and grabbed a key from the sleeping guard. He then unlocked the cell and walked out.

Blitzø blinked several times. "...could do that."

"You comin or what? Our hubby's need us." Fizz offered an extended hand.

Blitzø looked at it before grinning and grabbing it.

Fizz pulled him up and over the gate that blocked the exit.  "Oh crap, there's so many guards..."

"Nothing this can't do." Blitzø moved his jacket to the side, revealing a gun. He pulled out another gun and tossed it to him. "You ready?"

Fizz looked at him with a devious grin. "Born ready."

The two imps nodded before gunshots ran out throughout the palace dungeons.

Meanwhile at Luci's castle, a meeting with the royal wedding planner was taking place.

Stolas had the twins on his lap, Celeste playing video games on her new phone and Cosmos was busy reading a book.

Mammon was comforting Ozzie who was still worried about Fizz.

"What if they're beating him? Starving him?" Ozzie asked.

Mammon simply rubbed his head. "Then we'll feed them to him. But it's Fizz. I'm sure he's fine."

Ozzie sighed and snuggled close to the sin of Greed.

Mammon cracked a small smile before rubbing his shoulder and mumbling to himself. "I hope he's okay..."

"Why should we have flowers at the wedding?" Nebula asked.

"It's a joyous occasion with very important guests arriving. We need to make an image after that imp kidnapped Stolas for so long." The King sighed.

"If I had to sit in meetings this boring, I'd rather be kidnapped too." Celeste said.

The King looked over at the little princess.

"The things on your face disturb me greatly. Like big ole pepperoni slices." Celeste giggled. "Pizza face!"

"Celeste. Enough." Nebula glared at her.

"cElEsTe eNoUgH. Shut your bitch ass up."

Lucifer choked on his drink, which sent the entire room into a fit of laughter.

"She's been around that imp for way too long." Nebula said, picking her up. "Behave sweetheart."

"Isthismotherfuckertouchingme?" Celeste rapidly said to herself.

Stolas took her back. "She doesn't let anyone hold her unless she knows you."

"She DOES know me. She's my daughter." Nebula said.

"You couldn't produce anything half as beautiful as us." Celeste said.

Cosmos suddenly looked at the door.

A few guards bursted in the room.

"Your highness! They've escaped! The imps escaped!"

Ozzie and Mammon both looked at each other with relief showing on their faces. "Fizz!"

"Blitzy!" Stolas smiled happily.

Lucifer immediately stood up. "Find those imps and bring them here. They'll be executed after the wedding."

"Why not before?" Nebula asked, earning glares from the happy elites.

"To give me something to do later. Now place the castle on lockdown. Make sure my daughter and her girlfriend are safe as well." The King sat back down. "Now. Let's finish planning."