Helluva Lifestyle

The Circus

{A/N: 1 Year Ago, I think; How long ago was the pilot supposed to have been?}

Blitzø leads me along the walls of a mansion with a pair of grappling hooks.

Me: "Are you sure we're welcome here? Or even invited?"

Blitzø: "Of course. I've known this guy for 25 years."

Me: "Alright, why do we need to scale the walls up to his bedroom instead of walking through the front door?"

When Blitzø doesn't answer, I put the pieces together in my head.

Me: "Hold on. When was the last time you saw him?"

Blitzø: "25 years."

Me: "Blitzø!"

Blitzø: "What? It's been a rough 25 years. He understands. Besides, I need to borrow something of his."

Me: "It's been 25 years. How do you know if he even still has it?"

Blitzø: "I saw him use it this morning before I fell out the window. Look, we need that book if we're ever gonna drag our business out of the fuckin' gutter. Unless you'd rather go home."

I cringe before donning a determined look.

Me: "Well then, let's hope this works. Hand me the grappling hooks."

Blitzø hands me a grappling hook, and we toss them toward the roof and climb the rope up to the bedroom window.

We manage to open the window, but before we can find the book, two Hellhound guards grab us from behind and take us into the main hall, where a Goetia is drinking absinthe.

Hellhound Guard: "Stolas, sir? We caught these nasty imps trying to sneak into your chambers. What should we do with them?"

Stolas: "Into my chambers, really? Oh, well. That is, concerning.-*clears throat*-Leave them to me. I will handle them accordingly."

The guards drop us onto the ground, and after Blitzø helps me onto my feet, we follow Stolas through the halls into his room.

Blitzø: "Look, we didn't mean to interrupt your whatever party. We were just trying to-"

Stolas: "Don't bother with excuses. I know why you were here. You are here to ravish me, aren't you?"

Me: "Uh...what?"

Stolas: "Why else would you be breaking into my room? You could've asked to visit, you know. It's been a long time, but I have a very good memory."

Stolas claps his hands, and the room's candles light up.

Stolas: "However, I don't believe we've met, Miss..."

Me: "Don't worry about it."

Once Stolas has his back turned, Blitzø nudges my arm and nods toward Stolas' grimoire on the top-most shelf before he & I share a look and nod. It's fine. All we have to do is tie him up and blindfold him, grab the book, and get out before anyone suspects a thing.

Blitzø: "Well, you know, we figured since you're a prince and all, it might just be easier to scale the walls and slip on in."

Me: *mutters* "Certainly is easier than going through your fucking staff."

Stolas: "One would think you might be here for nefarious reasons if you are sneaking in during the cover of night."

Blitzø: "Well, we wanted to crash the party, and it's always more fun, you know, to make an entrance."