Whispers in the Silence

So Much To Say

Stolas had so many things he wanted to say to Blitz, but he couldn’t seem to find the right words. There was so much he wanted to say but couldn’t, so many things he needed to do but didn’t have the time to do. He wished to embrace and touch Blitz for an eternity. He desired to spend time with Blitz over breakfast, watch movies together, and perhaps go on a proper date one day.

He kept telling himself that one day he would be able to put an end to it all, that Blitz would never have taken advantage of him, that Blitz would have been in love with him, that they would be married, that their daughters would both be sisters, and that Blitz and Stolas would be happy together. But that was just a dream, a story that Stolas could believe in.

Maybe it was the alcohol that was causing him to think about all the things he would never be able to have. Being rich doesn't mean you can have everything you want; after all, love is something you can't buy, and even if you could, there's no guarantee the other person would feel the same way.

He looks around the ballroom, seeing the faces of all the royal pricks staring at him, some whispering and mumbling, others laughing. Some chose to ignore him and carry on with their night, but they all knew what a disgrace Stolas Goetia was.

"What a delightful evening we're having, hmm?" With a smirk, Andrealphus approached Stolas, carrying two full wine bottles. Stolas groaned. Andrealphus offered one to Stolas, but Stolas refused to take it.

"Yes, indeed," Stolas says, glancing around, trying not to look the peacock in the eye. “Where is Stella?” he asks, not that Stella's absence bothered him at all; he was more than grateful for it. Andrealphus only comes up to him to either mock him or to play an evil scheme on him.

Sadly, Stella will not be able to join us today. She has been so traumatized by your abduction that she believes she is safe from harm's way." Andrealphus makes a dramatic move, covering his face, and sighs.

Stolas sneered, he could hear their bullshit from a mile away. He's not a moron; he knows Stella sent the assassin to attempt and murder him.

Before he could speak, everyone in the room gasps and points to a broken window, where the imp who had tried to kill him is now standing with an angelic weapon. Stolas hears Andrealphus laugh softly, and he feels the need to act quickly, for his daughter's sake.

Before Stolas could move, more windows shattered and stole his attention, as he gazed admiringly at Blitz and his employees, who carried axes, knives, and guns.

"Hold you fucking horses, you bitch!" Blitz snarled as he moved to take aim at Striker, to which his opponent smirked and laughed wildly.

Screams could be heard, and some people—including Andrealphus—were fleeing the bloodshed. But Stolas remained, unsure of whether to assist Blitz and his team or leave.

However, he was seeing his loved one struggle for him while he stood there defenseless like a statue. He broke their arrangement by giving Blitz the Asmodeus crystal almost two months ago, but now he was battling for his life as though he meant anything.

He saw, out of the corner of his eye, as Striker injured and pushed both of Blitz's employees. They were unable to remain upright, and Blitz, who possessed great strength, began to grip his sides while looking at Striker with the deepest hatred.

"This was fun but good things must come to an end. Night night Blitzy." With that, Striker pointed his gun toward Blitz and pulled the trigger.

Stola's first instinct was to jump in front of Blitz, shielding him with his body while using his demon form to go faster than the bullet.

His body dropped like a pin onto the lovely white floor around the ballroom, covered in black blood.

"STOLAS" Blitz let out a cry and dropped to his knees, shielding his body with his hands as tears fell from his eyes.

Seeing his beloved, Stolas smiles and touches his face with a trembling hand. "I don't have much time, Blitz," he says. "Despite all the mistakes I've made in my life, I've never regretted falling in love with you. Blitz, I love you," Closing his eyes and fading away as consciousness sets in.

“Stolas, open your goddamn eyes! You're not dead. Please don’t be dead…” Blitz spoke in a trembling tone.

“I love you too.”

"Well, looks like my work is done, so why not bring an extra prize home?” Blitz was enraged, but Striker just smiled and aimed his rifle at him. He wanted to shoot or cut Striker, to see his blood spurt, to rip his body apart, and to bring suffering upon him.

Blitz attacked Striker without giving him an opportunity to defend himself. Blood and brain flew from his skull as he fired, but he didn't stop. Before Millie pulled him away, he repeatedly shot the body, stomped it, and stabbed it.

“He’s already dead B!”

“No! That asshole took away Stolas. He took him away from me. He took him away from Octavia!” Blitz sobbed.

He wished he could do something, anything, to stay with Stolas for a few more hours, to take him on a real date, to tell him how beautiful he was, to tell him that he loved him, but it was too late.

Stolas was gone.