The Pompous and The Prick

Chapter 2: You Can't Break Something That Was Never Whole

The van coughed and puffed as it slowly rolled into a spot by Blitzø's apartment building. The engine cooled as Blitzø sat there crying, Stolas's words replaying over and over in his head.

"I will forever be grateful for the little Imp that snuck back into my life that day. And- if, if I could- go back . . ."

Blitzø had run out when Stolas said that. He didn't want to know what he would do if he could go back. He already knew how much he regretted ever knowing him; it wasn't hard to guess. He'd seen Stolas and his daughter fight. He'd had seen how Octavia looked at him . . . The disgust and disdain in her eyes. He'd seen how hard Stolas was constantly trying to mend their broken relationship. But he knew all too well how hard it was to earn back what was once lost.

Stolas had said he was grateful? How could he be grateful for being manipulated? How could he be grateful for ruining everything good he had in his life? He was publicly humiliated, and beings of lesser status, even imps were laughing at him, online, and even a few daring devils, in person. Blitzø had seen it; of course Stolas laughed it off, but there was no way in Hell it didn't secretly bother him. He was also ostracized from those pricks of high society. And pricks though they were, he had likely known many of those people all his life. Considering that his marriage, and likely his whole life had been arranged for him. It was entirely possible that he had friends who wouldn't speak with him anymore, choosing to side with Stella, the "victim".

No, if Stolas was ending their sort of situationship, even if he did really want to try to find a partner, at least a part of him had finally come to his senses. He was saying all those kind things, but Blitzø convinced himself that he had heard a hint of bitterness in his voice. He couldn't bear the pain of another person he cared for telling him they hated him, so he hightailed it out of there before the other shoe dropped.

The stairs were long and arduous, and Blitzø was breathing heavily by the time he made it up to his apartment. The light in the kitchen was on and there stood Loona, waiting for something in the microwave to heat itself.

She looked up in surprise, ". . . Well, d*mn. You finish that quickly?"

Blitzø stared at her blankly, "Whatcha cooking?"

"I'm not, just reheating those tacos from the other night." She said, gesturing to the takeout container peeking out from the trash bin.

"Mmm . . . Good night Sweet pea." He said with a yawn in his voice.

"Uhhhh, yeah. Goodnight." Loona responded, watching him walk away.

Something was definitely up. Loona knew she probably wouldn't get answers out of Blitzø for at least a couple of hours and maybe some beers, so she decided to do some investigating.

"Hey. Blitzø and ur Dad get into a fight or something?" She sent a message to Octavia, hoping she'd have some answers.

"No idea at mom's place. She said we were going to watch a funny fail video with people getting hurt. It was actually a horror movie but she keeps laughing as people die." Via messaged back.

"To be fair tho some of them are kinda stupid. Yeah of course you wouldn't be there on a full moon night. Srry 4 askin" Loona put her phone away and was about to check on the tacos when it binged again.

"True. Actually though, Dad was actin kinda wierd when I left. he was mumbling to himself. And not lik normal just talking to yourself mumbling. The kind were hes either practicing a one-sided conversation or hes finlly lost his mind completely." Via had responded, then sent a selfie of herself in a dimly lit room, someone who must've been her mom laughing hysterically in the background. She held a drink up to the camera and whether it was a cocktail or a mocktail was anyone's guess, "here's to hopin it's the second one."