The Imp Prince (Fanfiction)👿👑

Battle Against the Exes 🥀

At Blitz's apartment: 

Blitz leaned back on the couch, arms crossed, staring at the ceiling. "So, the Goetia Gala. I don't know, Stols. I mean, I'm no stranger to public scandals,  but that sh*t was bad. Especially since I got you involved"

Stolas sat beside him "Blitz, you didn't get me involved, I got myself involved in it." He admitted. "I shouldn't have victim-blamed you for that bast4rd's attitude. It didn't matter how angry I was, I shouldn't have said such a stupid thing"

"It's fine, Stols, I forgive you...And I'm sorry for punching you" Blitz said.

"It's alright, Blitz, I deserved it," Stolas said. 

Blitz glanced sideways at Stolas, his tough exterior cracking just a little. "You didn't deserve it, Stols. I was just... so p*ssed off. Everything was spinning out of control that night, and I took it out on you. I shouldn't have."

Stolas offered a small, sad smile. "You were hurt, Blitz. I understand. I should've known better than to push you at that moment."

They sat in silence for a moment, the weight of the gala's events still hanging between them. 

"Um...The off-topic, question, but, how did you get cursed?" Blitz asked the former owl.

"I'm not sure" Stols confessed "I just know it happened last Halloween night during the Anti-Blitzo party, Asmodeus told me that I did something wrong and that the universe cursed me for it" 

Blitz's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "The universe cursed you? For what? Just showing up to that damn party?"

Stolas sighed, running a hand through his white hair. "I wish I knew the exact reason. Asmodeus seems to think it's cosmic punishment for... for how things went down. Maybe, for hurting you. But it's hard to say."

Blitz's gaze softened, though he tried to mask his concern with a gruff tone. "I dunno, Stols, the universe is a b*tch sometimes, but cursing you over that? I mean, yeah, That night was awful, but this seems too excessive"

A/N: It was not just the party, Blitz 😒

"Tell that to the stars. Whatever I did, it must've been monumental for them to strip me of my powers and my form." He paused.

Blitz stared at Stolas, feeling a strange mix of guilt and frustration. "You think... you think this has something to do with us?"

Stolas hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Maybe. I mean, the timing fits, doesn't it? I was at that party, miserable, angry at everything, and I think the universe, or whatever force governs this sort of thing, decided I needed a lesson."

Blitz looked away, feeling a knot of guilt tighten in his chest. "Sh*t, Stols. I didn't mean for you to go through all this."

Stolas reached out and placed a hand on Blitz's arm. "None of this is your fault, Blitz. You didn't ask for any of this. The curse is my burden to bear, not yours."

Blitz didn't respond immediately, his mind swirling with memories of the gala, the party, and the fights they had. His heart ached for Stolas, but at the same time, he felt conflicted. If the universe had really cursed Stolas because of him, did that mean... they were doomed from the start?

"Have you asked Ozzie more about it?" Blitz asked.

Stolas shook his head. "He was too upset with me for some reason to tell me more and said that only I could break my curse"

"D*mn, that sucks," Blitz commented.

"Yeah," Stols agreed.

As the silence stretched on, Blitz finally let out a sigh "Well, you're not dealing with this alone. I'll help you figure it out. We'll find out what's going on, Stols, curse or no curse."