The Pompous and The Prick

Chapter 27.5: Deleted Scenes

This chapter was not beta read or edited, so if it sucks, that's why.
The first scene scene was meant to come before the attempted prison break of last chapter. Please note that words that are italicized and bolded have some tv static hypnotic mind control sounds in them. You have been warned.

"Welcome back, we here at Vox News know how annoying ad breaks are, but trust me it was worth the wait. Many of you have been following our story on what in hell Prince Stolas ars Goetia was getting up to. Previously, we've only had photos anonymously released to the press, so all we had was speculation. But now, dear viewers! Now, we have just received word that the prince was arrested under charges of planned terrorism against Lord Lucifer himself!  More on that after the break. Keep Watching."
"Man, Vox news has been having more and more ads these days. Did you hear that boss?" Millie said, going over to Blitz who was scribbling things that were looking less and less like words.
"No time, Mills. I'm working." Blitz mumbled as he wrote something that looked like 'q1z0m'.
"Sir, maybe you should sit down." Moxxie put a hand on his shoulder and immediately regretted it.
Blitz turned to him, giving him the look of a rabid animal, foaming at the mouth and all, "I'll sit when I'm dead!"
"You are in no place to be making heist plans." Moxxie said as Millie rolled a chair over to him and shoved Blitz in it.
"It's not a heist, it's a rescue!" Blitz crossed his arms as he was spun over to the desk and away from his chaos scribbles, "He won't survive a week in prison. He's a fancy bird prince who's lived in a cooshy palace all his life. They stole him from me, so I have to steal him back!"
Moxxie stared at him, deadpan, " . . . Exactly, a heist."
"But it's my fault! I was taken off guard and I didn't protect him, and so now I need to fix this." Blitz looked at his boots, the ones that didn't move to block him immediately.
"Blitz, have you slept in the past 36 hours?" Millie asked him, while putting a glass of water in his hand and forcing him to drink it.
"Pweh!" Blitz spat once he was allowed to stop drinking, "I tried! But everytime I layed down I just thought about those tough prison costs Stolas must be trying to sleep on, and how he wouldn't have to be if I had just protected him.'' He looked like a wilted, chronically depressed flower.
"Mhm, yeah you're not rescuing anything, B. You are taking a nap." Millie demanded.
"What-? No, I'm nOT!" he shouted as he was wheeled into the waiting room where the couches were.

Millie leaned the chair back, then quickly shoved it forward, launching him like a projectile onto the couch face first, "You are going to bed early, and you are not going to think about what you've done!"
"Hey, wait!" Blitz lifted himself up.
"Good night~" she sang before turning out the lights and going back to the conference room, shutting the door behind her.
"Thank you, Millie." Moxxie looked relieved, then turned to the whiteboard, "So what are we going to do about this?"
Millie sighed, "Honestly, it's probably best if we start over."

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This scene is an alternate ending to the last chapter, meant to take place after Stolas cried and Blitz comforted him by resting their foreheads together and promising to stay by his side. Please note that it is INAPPROPRIATE FOR YOUNG AUDIENCES! Please respect my wishes and do not read beyond this point if you are under 18. You have been warned.

"Feeling better?" Blitz asked, squeezing his hand.
Stolas took a deep breath and lifted his head.
"Yes . . . Thank you, dear." He smiled.
"Good. . . I don't have any tissues on me, but you're welcome to wipe any snot on my sleeve." Blitz offered his arm through the bar.
Stolas hooted and smiled, "I'm alright, but thanks for the offer."
Blitz stood up and stretched, muscles tight from sitting on the cement, "So they put you in a holding cell, and not the main prison, huh?"
"Did they? Is this not what the main prison is like?" Stolas sat looking up at him.

"No, it'd be totally full if this were the main prison. I'm actually relieved they set you up in here. Not a lot is illegal in hell. They only give a sh*t if you cross someone with a lot of power, so some real messed up f**kers are probably locked up in the main prison. That's also where all their manpower goes; trying to keep those demons contained, but here?" Blitz spun around in his big empty cell for emphasis, then yelled, "HE'S ESCAPING!!!!"
Stolas stood up suddenly, finger to his beak, "SHHHHH! What are you doing?" He whisper-shouted.
"No one's guarding these cells. Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if there was no one in the building." Blitz remarked.
"Oh, I see. So escape would be really easy then. . ." Stolas trailed off.
Blitz walked closer to him, trying to read his face, "I thought you said you wanted to stay in here."
"No, I said it was important that I stay in here. But it is definitely not what I want. I miss my daughter, I miss my plants, I- . . ." Stolas looked at Blitz and gently touched his cheek.
"Come over here then, use your portal powers!" Blitz smiled.
"I wish I could, but," Stolas pointed at his ankle, and blitz saw a glowing white anklet there he hadn't noticed before, "I can't use any magic."
"Hmm . . ." Blitz said, crossing his arms as he thought, then an idea lit up his face, "Hold that thought!"

Blitz scurried over to the prison cot and began shoving it towards the bars between them.
Stolas began, "What are you-"
"You know," Blitz said, standing on top of the cot so he was almost on eye level with him, "For someone who can't use magic, you're pretty enchanting."
"Oh!" Stolas blushed then giggled, "You're quite the charmer yourself-"

He was stopped as Blitz grabbed his orange jumpsuit collar through the bars and pulled him into a kiss. He melted at the touch of his lips. He tasted the saliva of his partner in crime and found himself craving more. He pushed his body up against the dirty prison bars, and reached around to pull Blitz in as close as he could. Almost out of habit, one of his hands found it's way down to Blitz's tail. He let his hand slowly glide down it until he found his lower back. Blitz let out a small sound at the touch.

Stolas felt a tug at the zipper on the front of his prison clothes. He opened his eyes halfway, and pulled back just enough to ask , "What are you doing?"
"Don't tell me after all the chains and handcuffs we've used before," Stolas watched as Blitz pulled and the zipper slid smoothly all the way down to his crotch where his hand lingered, "That you want to waste this opportunity."
Stolas grinned a mischievous grin, and grabbed Blitz's front zipper, "No . . . No I do not."

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Authors note:

Hi guys. Sorry that this chapter is late again (late for the Americas anyway.) But for those of you in other parts of the world, it could still be Wednesday, so hah! I'm still on time!

I thought this was going to be my first official lemon smut, but . . . I just couldn't do it. I got too embarrassed. I think I'll be sticking to my over the clothes, and fade to black stuff.

Something I forgot to include in the Author's notes of the last chapter was that it was actually originally going to be Loona who was the distraction at the police station visitors center. The more I wrote it, the less it sounded like her, and I knew it would need major editing. Then my dear editor suggested that I just switch out the characters. Instantly, I knew that I actually had been writing for Moxxie that whole time! So with only a few changes, it was fixed :)

I'm sorry this was so short. I was planning on publishing this and the next chapter this week, but (minor spoiler or sneak peak depending on how you look at it) turns out, I know nothing about court systems. I want it to be somewhat accurate to at least to what usa does, with some hellish spins, of course. And I got a part royally messed up, so I've gotta fix it.

I know that Vox owns 666 News, and I do think that's fun. But I feel like an opportunity was missed for him to name it after himself. It's egosentric, and funny, and there's absolutely no other news station named something similar that it might be confused for. On a totally random, unrelated note, Foxes are neat!

I do have part two of Soft Spot, that HuskerDust one-shot I made, all done and published. And if you haven't seen the Hazbin Hotel episodes, don't worry! It's spoiler free. So you know . . . Go read it? Please?

Anyway, that's all from me this week. Thanks as always! See ya soon :)