The Downfall Of Stolas Goetia

In The Gutter

Blitzø got up and opened the door to his apartment after five minutes of nonstop knocking. "We're watching Ghostfuckers, this better be really fucking good."

Stolas' eyes lit up. "Blitzy! I'm so glad you answered! Listen, I"—

"Fuck off."

Stolas blinked, unsure if he wanted to believe what he had just heard. "Excuse me?"

"Fuck off. I'm not letting you crash here, bird shit, so you might as well go look somewhere else," the imp shot back, "Get the fuck out of my apartment building."

"You don't understand! I'm not allowed to live in the palace anymore, and now I have nowhere to go!" Stolas cried, "I've lost everything, and if you don't take me in, I'll be forced to sleep on the streets!"

"That's not my problem," Blitzø said coldly as he moved to slam the door shut.

The former prince wedged his foot in the doorframe, preventing it from fully closing. "Actually, Blitzø, it is your problem! Your testimony in court is one of the reasons why I lost everything!"

"Everything I said was true, and you know it. It's your own damn fault that you lost everything," he shot back, "You have no one to blame for this but yourself."

Loona paused the TV and got up from the couch. "Dad, you're missing the show, who the fuck's at the door?"

Blitzø glanced back at his daughter. "Stay out of this, Loona, I don't want you to be exposed to this sad sack of bird shit."

"What the fuck, is Stolas really here?" she growled, "What does he want?"

"He won't be here for much longer, Looni," he called after her, "Just stay inside and let me deal with this."

"I'm going to get the angelic rifle. That should get him to fuck off," she said quickly, running out of the living room.

Stolas gasped, holding his hand over his heart. "Angelic rifle? Don't tell me you've been buying weapons from that vile Striker!"

"Nope, I got my angelic rifle from an overlord in Pentagram City, y'know, the ballerina lady with angelic steel shoes? I bought one in case you decided to show up," Blitzø said coolly, "I didn't think that you would, but I thought I should get one just in case."

Stolas stomped his foot in indignation. "So you're not going to apologise for what you did to me, then?"

Blitzø looked at him as if he had a dick for a nose. "You mean apologise for not covering your sorry ass in court?"

"Exactly! If it weren't for your testimony, and you agreeing to let Decarabia play the security footage from her jewellery store, I wouldn't have been found guilty!" he shot back, "I wouldn't be standing here at your doorstep with nothing but the clothes on my back!"

Blitzø looked at him as if he'd said that Mammon wasn't fat. "Bullshit, you have a suitcase in your hand."

Stolas glanced down at the suitcase in his left hand. He'd packed it in a hurry when he'd been kicked out of his palace. "All I have is my essentials! They're all that I was allowed to take when I left," he said miserably, "I don't have my crown, my grimoire, or anything of value anymore."

"I don't care, that doesn't mean that I'm gonna let you stay here, and freeload off of me," Blitzø growled, "It's not like you can pay rent now that you aren't a prince anymore."

Stolas tugged at his shirt collar in a way that looked like it was trying to be cute. "Well, not at present, but maybe, if you were so kind, then..."

Blitzø shook his head, immediately understanding what Stolas was asking for. "If you think I'm gonna give you a job at I.M.P., you've got another thing coming," he spat, "Don't you get it? I don't want you in my life. You're not entitled to my body, or my love."