One Helluva Ride

Chapter 32: Seeing Stars

          Splice wandered into the office, quickly ducking as a plastic bottle crashed against the wall. They waltzed over to the couch, where Moxxie and Millie were cuddling. "So, uh.. what's going on?" Splice asked, gesturing over to Loona, who was beating Blitzø with a picture frame. Moxxie took a long sip from his coffee cup. "Oh! Blitzø finally talked to her about her attitude with clients." He answered.

          Blitzø skittered behind the couch, pushing it in front of himself as a shield. "I-I just think some small tweaks might help you be more of a, uhh.. people person, you know?" He said shakily. Loona growled, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt. "I am a people person." She replied. "If I'm so terrible, how about you just grow a pair and replace me?"

          "Okay, well, m-maybe I-" Blitzø's eyes widened. "Maybe I might." He threatened. Loona glared down at him. "What?" She asked. Blitzø looked back at his other employees for reassurance. Moxxie offered him a thumbs-up. "Maybe I will, little missy! Yeah. That's right, it's tough love time. So you can go to your desk!" Blitzø demanded. Loona snarled, stalking over to her desk.

          Moxxie pulled Blitzø on the couch. "Sir, if may say so, you're doing the right thing." He said, rubbing Blitzø's shoulders. "If we can't even hire a cheerful, qualified receptionist, how can people trust us to massacre and mutilate their enemies for them? It's good for business."

          Splice's attention was caught by a purple glow coming from Blitzø's office. ".. uh, Blitzø-" They said, pointing to the doorway. Blitzø sat up. "The fuck?" The imps all rushed into the office just in time to see Octavia disappearing through a portal with the grimoire. "Wh- Octavia?" Splice muttered.

          "Loona!" Blitzø scolded annoyedly. The hellhound briefly looked up from her phone. "Oh, yeah. You have a visitor." She replied nonchalantly. Blitzø proceeded to panic, rocking back and forth. "Shit, shit, shit, shit!" He ranted. "What the fuck am I gonna tell Stolas?" He grabbed Moxxie, pulling him close. Moxxie paused for a second. "Well.. he seems to like you, sir. Maybe he would understand if-"

          Moxxie was interrupted as Blitzø shoved him away. "Okay, my dick is good, Moxxie, but it is not that good." Blitzø said. Moxxie's brows anchored. "Sir, I don't think we really have a choice." He replied. Splice frowned. "It's his daughter, Blitzø. We have to tell him." They said, putting a hand on Blitzø's shoulder. "So, what? You just want me to call him up and be like, 'Hey, Stolas-'"

          Moments later, Blitzø was on the phone with Stolas. "So, your daughter came by, took your book, and teleported off to who the fuck knows where, and we have no way of getting either of them back. Okay? Okay. Good talk. Byee!" He said, quickly hanging up. He let out a sigh. "That actually went better than I thought." As he finished his sentence, the door burst open.

          A fully demon form Stolas stood in the remnants of the doorway. "BLITZØ!" Stolas seethed. He shifted back into his regular form, pacing back and forth through the office. "How could this happen? Do you let just anyone waltz into your office and grab infinitely powerful artifacts?!" He clutched his hat to his chest worriedly. "Why would she do this? How are we supposed to find her? Where did she go?" Loona sniffed the air. "Well, it reeks of urine and desperation, so..." She took a second sniff to confirm her suspicions, practically gagging. "Ugh.. L.A."

          A portal was opened and I.M.P. walked through, followed by Stolas. "Alright, Loona, let's make this quick. In and out before anyone notices us here." Blitzø said, glancing around. "Oh. This doesn't look that much different from Hell." He noted. Splice rolled their eyes. "Understatement of the fuckin' century. I came here for my tour with Verosika a while back. This is Hell on Earth." They replied.