"Ow!" I wince getting up.
"Well, if it isn't Blizto." The demon licks his lips.
"First of all, the O is silent." I hiss.
I look around. They were all around me. I grip my gun.
"Second, how do you know my name?" I ask.
"You don't remember me?" He takes off his hat.
My eyes widen. I never thought I'd see him again.
"Barshon the Sex Whore." I hiss.
"It's Sex Lover." He says.
I remember him. I remember him choking me to death. I remember his hands all over me in not good ways. I remember his tongue in my mouth. It tasted like blood, and it tasted like tar. I was only fourteen when it happened. Fourteen!! I wasn't nowhere near ready for what he did to me, what I let him do to me.
"Great, how the heck are you still alive?" I hiss.
He walks over to me. I back away. My hands start to shake.
"Don't get fucking near me!" I yell pointing the gun at him.
"C'mon, for old times sake." He says.
I shoot a bullet out. He dodges quickly.
"Give me some sugar baby." He moves closer.
"Never again!" I yell.
I shoot two of his men. The others charge. I'm used to this by now. He charges at me. He points his gun at me. I grab a demon and push him forward. He acts like a shield. He disintegrates in my hands. Why the heck does that work? I dodge another bullet.
"Kill him!" Barshon yelled.
The others charge at me again. I roll my eyes. This'll be a long night. I grip my guns.
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FanfictionThis will be the saddest book I've ever written. I watched the most recent Helluva Boss episode, and it broke me. It was so happy and sad at the same time. While I watched all the episodes and fanfics, I've realized how much trauma Blitzo has. Blitz...
