Healing Blitzo

Raising Hell

The family waited for the couple to return while Blitzo watched them closely. It was clear that all of them were disturbed to learn that the little guy they had been gripping about for years was a genetically altered soldier/assassin who could have killed them all in their sleep a long time ago. Blitzo didn't care about it, except that he was annoyed that Moxxie had been hiding his actual skills for their job. He would make sure Moxxie didn't do that in the future.

Oh, wait. We're closing the office eventually...fuck... Blitzo grumbled. You are getting my coffee order for the next five months, Mox.

Even a part of him wanted to see what he could do with Moxxie in a friendly spar if they went all out. He might have had any fancy science stuff added to him from birth, but Blitzo had been an assassin for over a hundred years. He trained hard to get where he was and had an impressive kill streak with loads of experience.

Well, not anymore, due to his whole mental state.

Blitzo looked over at where Moxxie and Millie were having their private talk, and once again, he couldn't help but envy the little Imp. Here he was, facing his past and trying to move on so he could keep the things he loved close to his heart. Meanwhile, Bltizo was still reluctant to do so regarding his own past.

Maybe I need to finally make the next step, Blitzo thought, regardless of his healing treatment with Rachmiel. But that would mean facing...that day...

The day he lost everything set him on the path to the ruin he was now.

"...I can't believe it," Joe muttered. "We've let a damn terrorist into our house...let one marry our daughter..."

"I always knew there was something about that boy," Lin sighed as she shook her head and rubbed her arms. "I just didn't think it was this. I've known people who lost friends and family to the I.R.A. in the past. I still remember seeing their work on the news. How could they be claiming to be our "freedom fighters" when they have no qualm killing their own kind just because they disagree with them?"

"...Tell me we're not going to let Millie stay married to that...that...freak!" Billie growled as his brothers joined in muttering their desire to see Moxxie as far away from their sister as possible. Sally-May stayed quiet and just focused on the ground instead.

"If you're smart, you'd let them continue to be married," Blitzo said as he got their attention. "Listen, whatever Moxxie was in the past, he's not that anymore. And I'm willing to bet my right ball sack that he and Millie will make up. And you better accept that they love each other because you harm a single hair on his head? You'll have me and everyone back at Stolas's place to deal with."

"You're actually okay letting some terrorist freak in your company?" Joe growled. "Do you know what the I.R.A. has done to us loyal demons?"

"Yeah, trust me. I took a few contracts killing them," Blitzo said with a shrug as he recalled his Pre-I.M.P. days when he worked solo. He wondered if any of those guys he killed in the past were Imps that Moxxie knew? "But we've all done things we're not proud of in our past. Trust me, I'm one of those examples. Maybe he's not the ideal son-in-law you've wanted for your family, but he's the ideal husband for Millie. She means everything to him, and he is to her. Are you really willing to let that be lost just because he happened to have done shitty things in the past? News flash. We're in Hell. We're all guilty of something. But Moxxie? He's been trying to make it right since leaving the I.R.A. That's a person who regrets and wants to repent. And in Hell? Someone like that is rare."

There was a long silence between Blitzo and the family until Millie and Moxxie rushed over to them with alert faces. "Ma! Pa! We got trouble!"

"What kind of trouble?" Lin asked.