Stolitz Smutshots

🩷 ~ Some Dialogue.

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Headcannon: Hellspawn cannot touch Bibles or anything considered 'Holy' without extreme pain being magically caused.

Kinks: None, will make a story.

TW: Mentions of blood, IMMEDIATE gore, burning of bodies.

Question of the Day: Favourite song from HH or HB?

Total Time to Write: 25:28.
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Stolas sat on the sofa, staring down at his clawed feet. The ground was covered with blood, soaking into the crevices of the olfactory wood that was laid below him. It had been a while since Blitzø had left for some 'mission', something about needing to finish some business elsewhere.

His red eyes flicked over to the body of the girl in the corner, then back to his feet. He didn't get the ideology of killing innocent children, maybe regular human adults, but children? It didn't sit well with him.

But what did that matter, he would get what he wanted from Blitzø tonight... He could ignore it, right?

Stolas stood from his spot, arching his back downwards to look at the child. He reached a claw over her scalp, gripping a handful of her hair to lift her up by as he inspected her.

Her skull was cracked open at the temple down to her chin, exposing her frontal lobe and the thick bone underneath. Her eyes barely hung open in the sockets, they seemed to barely be hanging on at all.

Her side had a large gash in it, some kind of acids from her stomach had spilled out onto the floor, or at least he guessed that it was stomach contents. It could have easily been something from anywhere else in the lower chest cavity or torso.

Stolas let out a startled chirp as he heard the door slam open behind him, dropping the girl's hair. "Blitz! Uhm... Did you finish that 'business'?" Stolas asked timidly, moving back from the body and cleaning his putrid hand on the wall next to him.

Blitzø nodded. "Yeah, little cunt almost got away from me, but guess who won, hey?" He smirked, putting down the pistol that he held in his left hand onto a table and walking over to where the body was.

"What you been doing with this, then?" He asked, giving the girl a kick, as if to make sure she was dead. "Hope nothing you shouldn't be, Stolas." He sighed, smirking.

Stolas turned quickly, his eyes furrowing. "Excuse me? She is like... Eight at least, I'm disgusted you think I would—" He was cut off. "Stolas, I meant that you've been torturing it or something, whatever you Goeita do." Blitzø cocked an eyebrow up at the bird, watching him go red. "Oh."

Blitzø picked up the girl by the shoulder, holding her skin tightly within his clawed hands. There were indents from where he had held her already, so it was easy. "Another job done, another couple bucks for me." He laughed, dragging the corpse over to a fireplace and throwing it inside of it.

Stolas shifted the weight on his two feet, watching nervously as the body started to catch on fire. Blitzø looked proud of what he had done, throwing a book or two on the fire as if to keep it going. "Well, she won't be missed by nobody, this place is an absolute disaster."

Stolas looked around, seeing the old bookshelves with more Bible than one could count. "That's... Odd." He mumbled out, looking at a Bible on the shelf, not daring to touch it. "Who on Earth asked you to kill this girl, and why does she have so many Bibles?" He asked, kicking the side of the bookcase and watching them all fall to the floor with a thud.

"I dunno, this man. He seemed old, like seventy or something." Blitzø spoke, watching the ashes start to fly up into the air around them.

"... Do you think they know that we're Demons, Blitz? It seems a little strange that a singular mortal would have that many Bibles, especially for how young she is." Stolas asked, taking the poker from the fireplace and poking at the books.

"Doubt it." Blitzø shut him down, snatching the stick and throwing it. "Don't mess around with Bibles, they'll just burn you." He kicked the Bible, a small burn appearing on the heel of his shoe.

Stolas nodded, looking over to the girl, she was barely distinguishable, her body was covered head to toe in black markings of soot and burned flesh. He sighed, looking back to his feet. "So, when are we heading back to the Underworld? I still need my payment, you know."

Blitzø hummed in acknowledgment, slipping the pistol on his hip. "I s'ppose we can head out in a few minutes, after we make sure that we got everything." He mumbled, grabbing a bloodied knife from the floor. "Was surprisingly easy to cut through bone."

Stolas got up, walking towards a portal. "I'll be at home, Blitz. I can't look at that anymore." He left.

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