Touch Me - Radio Fucked The Video Star

Blitzy Lies...

Flexible, idleness, and a little brindle. That was what he saw when Stolas looked at the man he loved.
The scars left on his body were like the sexiness that comes with vitiligo. He didn't care. He loved Blitz for everything he was, regardless of the shame it may bring to the entirety of the last living Ars Goetia. Stolas just didn't have it in him to be like the rest of them.

He watched his little Blitzy, perfectly asleep in a ball, purring like a little kitten in his bed. How could he care?
But another thing he didn't entirely care for, was the Radio Demon and everything that was going on with the supposed "passion project" of Lucifer fucking Morningstar's daughter.

It didn't take long for news to travel, not to mention Stolas has his ways of keeping up to date on the going on's of all of Hell. In this case, however, Blitz had simply told him.

It started with the TV thing. It was positively the most ridiculous commercial he'd ever seen! Then Vox, the TV demon of the very well-known technological corporation responsible for basically ALL of Hell's tech shit. But here he was, Vox of the V's clearly having some kind of mental breakdown on the news. In song form.

That was the next clue that something was up. But Stolas did rather enjoy a good spontaneous musical number. Songs were always good, so that was nice.

Stolas also knew far more about them and their direct connection to each other, which made it why they were a great couple... it was no surprise to him when he turned the TV on and there they were, live on the air making out on the floor of the hotel before Vox punched the camera.
A great but powerful and dangerous couple.

As "cute" and wholesome as it may be... When Alastor was back in the picture, it meant that, naturally, Blitzy would be the first call to clean up a mess somewhere that would likely be significantly more hazardous than usual. Or get someone down to Hell by means of murder, in order to allow the Radio Demon to take their soul, or make a deal, often resulting in Stolas having to find a safer, better way to get the job... whatever it may be...
done. Of course, very discreetly. 

Meaning he had to have tabs on that bastard at all times and always be one step ahead. He didn't like it when Blitz got mixed up with Alastor and whatever he was doing or plotting. He didn't like Alastor. At all.
But he couldn't exactly dispose of him. He had to keep his hands clean, and God forbid Blitzy would find out that Stolas was meddling in I.M.P. business affairs.

So once he saw what he saw, and Vox not being, whatever the Hell had been decided for him when he manifested IN Hell, it was pretty fucking obvious that this time he was going to have to get involved in shit he wanted nothing to do with.

And, sadly, it was also obvious that the best way to deal with whatever fresh bullshit Alastor was cooking up was gonna be significantly worse and more dangerous than desirable for his Blitzy to get mixed up in.

But should that call be made, and it would be, of course, Blitz and his lack of thinking about what the worst thing that could happen might be, would say yes. Like he did when Vox called. Odd that the two people Hell thought hated each other the most, hired the same assassin.

Thus, the first plan of attack was most likely going to be directed at Valentino. The call would be coming within 24 hours. He knew he had just woken up from a dream that wasn't just a dream. Stolas could feel a premonition when he had one.

He was clearly gonna be a problem. It was a problem easily solved with the assistance of a certain assassin that Alastor kept handy. And with Blitz, as long as it paid, he didn't think about worst-case scenarios. But now that Stolas had finally taken his life in his own hands... things were different. And better. Nothing, was going to get in the way of that. Nothing.