stolitz

chapter 8

"Jesus, you imps are all the fucking same. GOOD FOR NOTHING! OF COURSE, YOU FAILED! NOW I HAVE TO DO THIS MYSELF!"
Blitzø was frozen. There was nothing he could do. He had no possession of angelic weaponry. The closest he had to angelic weapons was the dagger Stella had, but he wasn't sure if he wanted to risk it. He didn't know if his life was worth losing just for a blade.

Then he remembered the amount of things he could use in Stolas' room (remember chapter one😖). He immediately scooped Stolas into his arms, bridal style, and sprinted back to the van. And despite the situation, he was just barely processing anything else because of the way that Blitzø was carrying him in his arms. He wanted to stay that way forever. Feeling the comfort, and the safety in his arms (Not running from Stella though, that can go away, shoo😝).

Blitzø felt like that was the fastest he had ever driven in his life. For the first time ever, he was genuinely fearful. He finally realised what it felt like to have no choice but to run. Of course he had all his ex's and what have you, but those were choices. Right now, he can't do anything but flee. He needed to repay Stolas for all the things he did, that Blitzø had never appreciated before about a month ago. His heart felt like it was trying to run away as well, screaming to escape his recently now visable ribcage.

They finally arrived at the palace, and lucky for them, the entrance that Blitzø used on the full moon nights, was a shortcut that Stella did not yet know about.

They crawled over the side of the balcony, and Blitzø was scrambling to find one of the angel blades he saw last month, but he was struggling to find them. See, he would -in any other situation- this would please him. It would be a sign that he's healing, mending himself, getting better. But now was not the time to loose a weapon. Especially because that is literally the only weapon he can use effectively against her.

But then they heard a noise downstairs. Stella had finally arrived, and she was slamming doors, smashing vases, you name it, she broke it somehow. Yeah, it's safe to say she is not very happy. She seems in the mood for murder (SO, YH, YK, THAT'S GREAAAAAAAAAAT🥲).

There it was. Blitzø had at last discovered the other blessed dagger underneath Stolas' pillow. He grabbed it and sprinted down the stairs towards her, seeing red. He wasn't sure if he could control himself right now. He wasn't even sure if he could make jokes, like he did last time. He was too afraid and pissed off to try and be humorous in that moment.

But their meeting was not as successful as the last....

*End of chapter 8*
A/N:
Hey guys, I am so very deeply sorry, I haven't posted in, like, three months. As I said, I am not really motivated right now, I have a lot on my plate (and my mind) that I'm struggling to deal with. Not to mention I'm still trying to think of openings for my other book (TAKING SUGGESTIONS BTW, PLS IM DESPERATE 😖)
Also, the next few are gonna be quite short like this one, because I am shit at stretching things out, and I'm basing the next few chapters off of a comic I saw once, so if you recognise the plot, IM NOT TRYING TO STEAL, I PROMISE, I JUST LIKED THE COMIC😖😭
But yah, for those of y'all that stuck around, TYSMMMMMMM!!! ILYSMM!!
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Oki byeeee, love y'all xxx
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