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Blitz Buckzo is doing what he does best, sitting in a bar alone with a drink, wondering how the fuck he got to this point in his life. He should be in Pride tonight as it’s the full moon. Not just any full moon but the Wolf Moon. A time when wereimps like himself should be out with his pack running through the streets of Pride under the light of the full moon. As he stared at his whiskey as if the universe was gonna give him the answers he was looking for, he reflected on his young, immortal life.
He was born into a wereimp family along with his twin sister, Barbie. They weren’t anything special, just two ordinary wereimps who had a deep connection with one another, and their mother was always there to protect them. Until their first Wolf Moon at the age of five came around, and their father demanded they go out with him.
Pride was a scary ring to go alone at night. Werewolves roamed the streets, and they could easily catch you off guard. They were fast with fangs so sharp they could tear through bone with ease. For two wereimp children, it was quite possibly the scariest thing they could do, especially during a full moon.
Blitz could vividly remember the argument between his parents. He and Barbie were in the other room when it started.
Cash, I will not have you send OUR children out there during the full moon!
Why not? They need to learn to hunt sooner rather than later.
You know how dangerous it is out there! What if they get hurt?
Then they’ll learn to be better!
Their argument kept on going, and both of the Buckzo twins hid so they didn’t have to hear anymore, but with their enhanced hearing, it was impossible. Unfortunately for them, they were dragged out despite their mother’s protests.
Stepping outside, the young wereimp felt a burst of energy. Soaking in the full moon’s light, Blitz felt like he could run for miles. With their father leading the pack, the Buckzo family, minus their mother, sprinted throughout the city streets. The wereimp never felt such adrenaline when running on all fours, he felt alive.
The pack avoided trouble and found fresh meat, mostly hellrabbits, for the family to enjoy. Blitz hadn’t used his fangs and claws like this before, but it was exciting to be useful. His fangs tore through skin and muscle with ease as the imp chomped his prey.
The Buckzo pack kept moving, looking and hearing for their next prey until Blitz heard a very faint sound coming from an alleyway. He got up from all fours and investigated the alley. He was shocked to find a crying child. Not just any child, an imp child. He was huddled in a corner facing away from Blitz. The child’s arms were wrapped around himself, and the wereimp got a strong whiff of blood coming from him. Whoever this child was, he was scared and badly hurt. Blitz was confused about what to do. Should he leave them and hope their parents come and find them, or should he bring the child back with him?
His heart told him to help this poor child, so he slowly approached them. Once he got close, he whispered, “Hey,” hoping not to frighten the imp. Unfortunately, the child flinched and faced the wereimp. The boy’s eyes were swollen from the amount of sobbing they were doing, their lips were quivering, and they were breathing hard.
“Please don’t hurt me.” The child cried out, shielding his face with his claws. His palms were covered in black blood, and Blitz felt sympathy for this boy. He saw that their clothes were ripped and covered in blood. He needed to help this demon.
“I’m not gonna hurt you, I promise,” Blitz responded and got a little closer. He scented the air and tried to see if he was an occult, but the stench of blood was so strong that the wereimp couldn’t discern what the child was. The child remained frightened and kept shielding his face, bracing for impact, but Blitz reached out and placed a claw on the boy’s shoulder. The child tensed but relaxed once they realised that Blitz wasn’t trying to hurt them.
“What’s your name?” The wereimp asked, and the boy lowered his claws, looking back at Blitz. He was still scared and was shaking under the wereimp’s touch.
“F-Fizzarolli.” The imp stuttered as Blitz smiled encouragingly.
“Nice to meet you, Fizzarolli, I’m Blitz.” He got closer to Fizzarolli and was face-to-face with the imp. Fizzarolli was shaking less as he stared at Blitz, probably trying to find some sort of deception.
“Are you hurt?” Blitz asked, and Fizzarolli nodded his head in response. “Do you know where your parents are?” He then asked, but the imp shook his head. “Do you know if they are coming to get you?” The imp’s lips were quivering, and he looked like he was about to start crying again. Blitz took that as a no. “Would you like to come with me? I’ll keep you safe, and my mama can help you!” The imp winced in response, then looked down. Blitz hoped that Fizzarolli would come with. He didn’t want this poor boy to suffer anymore. Eventually, the imp nodded. “Great! I’ll lead the way.”
Blitz grabbed Fizzarolli’s hand and took them home, dodging as many wereimps as possible. With his enhanced sense of smell, Blitz managed to lead them in the right direction back home. When he arrived, his mother had bolted to them.
“Blitz, I was so worried about you, sweetheart! Are you okay? I heard from Barbie and your father that they lost you!” His mama was checking him over for injuries and hugged him tight. Her warm embrace was always a treat, and Blitz returned the hug.
“I’m fine, Mama, I just found someone who needs help.” She let go and saw their new guest looking very scared.
“Oh, and who’s this?”
“His name is Fizzarolli. I found him crying in an alley, and he was hurt. I didn’t want to leave him, so I brought him here.” His mama immediately got up to Fizzarolli and started investigating his injuries. She found blood seeping from the tears on his arms and legs.
“Oh my poor child! I’ll fix you right up!” She grabbed Fizzarolli’s hand and escorted them out while Blitz went to look for the rest of his family.
To say Blitz’s father was unhappy with their new guest would be an understatement, as he heard his father shouting from the other room and immediately heard him stomping towards Blitz. When he saw how angry his father was, he tried to run away, but his legs remained frozen, and his father hit him, spewing such hatred towards his son. He couldn’t remember what he said, but it was something along the lines of “NOW WE HAVE ANOTHER MOUTH TO FEED!”
Blitz, being the scared kid that he was, ran once his father left. He bolted straight to his room, curled up on his bed, and started whining and crying. He was so sure he messed up that his family would hate him until he heard the bedroom door open.
“Blitz,” a feminine voice called. He recognized that sound, and he didn’t want to see the disappointment on his sister’s face.
“Blitz. You did the right thing.” Barbie’s tone was soft and sweet. Blitz briefly stopped crying and was relieved when he looked at his twin's face.
It was nice being comforted by Barbie. How he missed going to her when he needed reassurance. His heart has never been the same since…
Anyway, after Mama patched Fizz up, Blitz learnt that he was just a regular imp. Not a wereimp, which was strange because what was he doing in Pride at this time? He wasn’t even a wizard, and they were native to Wrath, where imps originally came from. Nope, just a normal imp which wasn’t uncommon in this day and age. They found out because Fizz’s scent gave it away once the blood was cleaned off. Every hellborn had a distinct scent. Their natural one mixed with the occult. Fizz just had his natural scent.
With that revelation, Blitz’s mama tried to find out about Fizz’s parents, as well as she could. Blitz remembered the reaction to the poor imp vividly. He was in tears as he tried to explain that they were attacked, and Fizz had to run as far as he could to hide. It was safe to assume that Fizz was an orphan after that night, and his parents were probably mauled to death.
So Blitz’s mama took it upon herself to adopt Fizz for the time being, much to her husband’s dismay. At first, Cash tried to convert him to properly join their pack and try to use him for their hunts, but since Fizz was a child and was terrified of becoming a wereimp that plan got shut down immediately. It was a rule the supernatural “tried” to follow. If someone doesn’t give their consent to be converted, then you don’t convert them. Except there were cases where someone did convert without their consent, and it was usually by a wereimp. That was part of the reason why wereimps were not thought of so fondly, as Blitz found out when he left Pride.
The leader of the Buckzo pack had a dilemma to deal with. What in hell was he gonna do with this imp? After that full moon, Cash had demanded that Fizzarolli help around the house to earn his keep, otherwise he would be sent to the orphanage. At first, the imp was very clumsy. He wasn’t able to navigate around the house very well and would end up tripping over himself. He would often drop things, and when he tried to help Mama out in the kitchen, the imp would get the wrong object or ingredient out. It wasn’t that bad, minus the cursing and yelling from Cash, but at the end of the day, Fizz was just happy to be of some help.
Over time, the imp had gotten better at helping and would often tell jokes to lighten the mood. He managed to make Cash laugh a few times, which gave the leader an idea. He told the young imp he should perform at the local theatre. At first, the imp was scared of the idea. There was a lot of pressure performing his jokes in front of a crowd compared to those that he considered family. Everyone encouraged Fizzarolli to give it a go, but Blitz was the one to really do it. To this day, he believed that Fizz was a talented comedian if he could still perform.
Blitz couldn’t remember exactly the jokes Fizz told that first night, but he did remember the applause the crowd gave him. He was so proud of his friend, and Cash had publicly put a claim on Fizz by saying that Fizz was his adopted son. After the performance, Blitz wanted to pack bond with the imp and was grateful that he was given permission to do so.
As the years went by, Blitz had grown very close to Fizzarolli. They got along very well. Blitz was always there at Fizz’s performances, and Fizz was always there for Blitz when his hunts ended with nothing to show. Blitz had started to develop a crush on the imp, which had made the wereimp very anxious. He remembered his mama told him about ruts during puberty, but they would only happen when he had someone he wanted to be his mate. Blitz tried to squash these feelings down as far as he believed Fizz didn’t feel that way about him. Luckily for the wereimp he never went into rut. To this day, Blitz thinks that his feelings toward his best friend were just platonic and not romantic.
The wereimp had made a promise to the imp that he would protect him at all costs. A promise he intended on keeping until one fateful night during a Blood Moon. The boys were out before it was night and were planning on returning early to ensure they didn’t get caught by any aggressive wereimps.
Blood Moons were known to make supernatural beings far more aggressive. For wereimps, they were far more brutal than normal, and any being stepping on their territory would be the last thing they remembered before being ripped apart. Blitz’s mama always reminded her children of this, and for Blitz and Barbie, they would be careful during this time, while Fizzarolli had to stay at home since Fizz was a part of the pack; he was protected if he stayed home.
Unfortunately, Fizz had a show to perform in Pride, and it was during a Blood Moon. Tilla tried to get it rescheduled, but Cash had refused, and the venue had fully sold out for his performance. Tilla then attempted to have the show cut short for Fizz’s safety, but again, the greedy imp turned down the offer, saying that Fizz needed a full show. Blitz couldn’t remember the bullshit excuse his father made, but he knew it was just that Cash wanted more money.
Surprisingly, the show went well, and everyone behaved well. The crowd was full of werewolves of all species, and they laughed at Fizz’s jokes. With the performance going well, Blitz and Fizz were heading back when they were surrounded by three wereimps, one in front and two behind them. Blitz had heard them moving in on them, but it was too late. They were eying Fizz like he was their prey. The wereimp could remember very well what happened during that encounter. The three wereimps tried to get dibs on Fizz since he was a regular imp and it was a Blood Moon, saying that Fizz was on their territory and wanted to feast on someone famous.
Blitz had tried to reason with them first since it was still early, and Fizz even tried to entice them with free tickets to the next show. But the wereimps declined the offer, and the one in front, Blitz assumed was their leader, had tried to pounce on Fizz, but Blitz got in front of Fizz and took the attack.
Blitz wrestled with the wereimp and tried clawing him, but the wereimp was able to dodge his moves. Fizz, on the other hand, was frozen in place, shaking and sweating with fear. Blitz managed to get the upper hand and threw the wereimp to the pair behind them, grabbed Fizz’s hand, and made a mad dash home.
They weren’t that far from the house, and they made it in time, with Fizz being completely out of breath. The imp couldn’t keep up with Blitz’s speed and only made it because Blitz held on so tight that his grip left marks on Fizz’s wrist. While Blitz kept Fizz company since no one was home, that was when it happened. Someone had barged into their home, and Blitz had to leave Fizz upstairs to see the intruder, but it was none other than the three wereimps from earlier. They wanted to fight the pair and didn’t care that they were on someone else’s territory.
Blitz did his best to protect his home; having to fight three wereimps at once was testing his fighting skills, and he was able to manage to hold his own. During the fight, Blitz had thrown one of the wereimps at the kitchen table where candles were lit. Before Blitz knew it, the whole room was consumed in flames, and the three imps had left him.
Blitz had cuts all over his body, his clothes were torn, and he was fairly sure that he had an open wound on the side of his stomach since it hurt so much and he could smell his blood everywhere. Staring at the flames, Blitz was trying to catch his breath and held a hand over the wound when he realised that he needed to check on Fizz.
Slowly, he made his way upstairs; his vision was starting to blur. He was positive that he was nearly there when an explosion started, causing him to collapse. He felt his face burning, but he was determined to move forward.
Eventually, he found his best friend. He was crawling his way out of the room as his entire body was burning up. Blitz could see flesh and bone melt while Fizz’s horns had been blown off. When Fizz saw Blitz, he tried to call out. The pure desperation for Blitz to save him would forever burn in his mind. Blitz grabbed him and limped his way out, dodging as many flames as he could until he reached outside.
When they made it, they found both Cash and Barbie watching their home go up in flames. Barbie was the first to ask them what happened, but Blitz couldn’t get any words out. The next thing he knew, he was in a hospital and could only see out of one eye.
Blitz spent the next few months recovering. During those months, he tried asking about Fizz but kept getting similar answers of “he needs surgery” and “he’s alive but may not make it.”His father made a visit and screamed at him for blowing up their home and that he had killed Blitz’s mama. Blitz denied killing her when Cash told him that she was at the house when it blew up. His father left him, and Blitz couldn’t stop the overflowing tears. He wanted to keep denying that his mama was dead because he never saw her at their house.
When Blitz was discharged, he immediately went in search of his best friend and to find answers to his mama’s “death.” He wasn’t able to find Fizz; instead, some nurses had told him Fizz had been sold to a Doctor in Lust. So Fizz was gone, and Blitz wasn’t going to be able to find him since the hospital staff refused to give any details, saying that he was a murderer.
Returning to Pride, Blitz knew something was off. He caught a lot of glances at him that were very hostile. When he tried to get details, all he got was that he should be ashamed of what he did. Turns out a new spread like wildfire that he caused the fire of his home and killed his mother. Everyone avoided talking to him and had made him an outcast. He had no home and no one to turn to. He had no idea where Barbie was, and he certainly wasn’t gonna go looking for her if she was with their father.
Blitz finished his whiskey and looked at the empty glass, hoping something would magically happen. Ever since the news, he made sure to never show his face in Pride again. Lucky for him, the news didn’t spread to the other rings of Hell. However, since he was a wereimp with no pack, he wasn’t looked at fondly. He spent countless nights sleeping on the streets alone and afraid. During the day, he would try to make friends, but they all gave him weird looks, as if they knew he shouldn’t be anywhere near them.
Tonight would be a surprise for the young wereimp when someone tried talking to him.
“We don’t get many werewolves ‘round here. What are you doing so far from Pride hon?” A soft, feminine voice spoke to him. The accent was a strong Wraithian, and Blitz was not interested in telling her anything.
“None of your business,” he replied and didn’t bother looking at her.
“Oh my apologies, I don’t mean to be rude, really, it’s a rare sight seeing werewolves leave Pride.” Blitz looked at the woman talking to him. She’s an imp like him, but she’s wearing a pointy hat. A witch, then.
“So you’re from here then?” She probably wanted him to leave, or perhaps wanted him as her pet. Witches were known for fucking with everyone.
“What was the giveaway? The accent or the hat?”
“Both.” Blitz just hopes this bitch can leave him the fuck alone and drink his sorrows away.
“I hope ya don’t mind me askin, but why are you here in a bar in Wrath?”
“Like I said, none of your fucking business bitch.” Seriously, what is her deal?
“Shouldn’t you be in Pride? It’s the full moon tonight.” Millie asked.
Yeah, that much is fucking obvious.“Yeah, which is why I’m not in Pride tonight.”
The woman looked dumbfounded at the wereimp, she took a sniff and grimaced. His scent must reek of loneliness and desperation.
“Oh, I’m so sorry.” Millie responded.
“Sorry for what?” Blitz replied.
“Sorry that you’ve lost your pack.”
Blitz looked at the witch, confused as to why she should be apologising. It was his fault he lost them, and he didn’t need anyone’s sympathy.
“Yeah, well, it was my fault, and that’s all I will say.”
“Do ya have anywhere to stay?”
“Nope.”
“Would ya like to stay with my husband and me? He won’t mind if ya do.”
There has to be a catch to this because who in their right mind would want to help a wereimp.“And why would you help me out? Do you really want a wereimp in your home during the full moon?” It wasn’t just any full moon; it was the Wolf Moon—a time when werewolves are very defensive of their territory. Shame Blitz has none to defend.
“It’s not a blood moon, so we’ll be fine, and besides, I’m very good in combat.” She smiled at Blitz and waited for his answer. He contemplated this decision. On one hand, he was being invited to a warm home where he could get an actual night's rest, and it beats being alone. On the other hand, this witch was a stranger and could potentially harm, torture, or do whatever sick twisted thing she could do. Weighing up the pros and cons, Blitz concluded that he should go. What else does he have to lose, right?
“Fine, I'll stay with you and your husband. What’s your name?”
“The names Mildred, but you can call me Millie!”
“Blitz.” He shook her hand and took note of the empty glass.
“Ya ready to leave then?”
Blitz was escorted to Millie and her husband's home. It was a quaint little cottage that looked like it hadn’t been lived in for years. Seriously, the bricks had dents in them and were probably built a century ago, plants had grown up on the wall, and the roof looked like it was one storm away from collapsing in on itself.
“Don’t worry, it may look a lil shabby, but it’s to keep intruders out,” Millie explained. For Blitz, it was slightly reassuring. When he first entered Wrath, he did feel the magic that the ring had. Except most of the ring was a barren desert with nothing in it, but it was by design. In truth, the ring had a lot of wildlife hidden from prying eyes. Blitz had accidentally stumbled on a beautiful garden and had to be shooed out like he was an animal.
Entering the cottage, he found that it was most certainly lived in. For starters, he was pretty sure that it looked like it was bigger on the inside, considering there was a set of stairs leading up, and with doors on either side. Lanterns were lit on the wall, and the front room had no sign of dust or dirt. Blitz caught a whiff of the home; it mainly smelt of magic, potions, elixirs, plants, and something he couldn’t figure out.
“Do ya want somethin to eat while you’re here, Blitz?” Millie asked unexpectedly. Blitz couldn’t remember the last time he had an actual meal before, and would be dumb to turn this offer down.“Sure, lead the way then.”
Millie directed them to the kitchen, which was large, well, large for what a small little cottage should be able to have, and there was a long dining table and chairs in the middle of it. Blitz sat in one of the chairs and found a piece of meat had appeared in front of him. He grabbed it and took a sniff. Fuck, it smelled so good. Blitz opened his mouth and shoved it all in, chewing it and swallowing it in one go. That was delicious. So delicious that he asked for more.
After filling his belly with various meats, Millie asked him if he wanted to see his room. He got up and started following her until she almost bumped into her husband.“Shit, sorry, honey! I didn’t know you were home.” A white haired imp in a catsuit suddenly appeared.
“That’s okay, baby, I shoulda told ya.” Millie kissed her husband on his cheek, and he started to blush a little. He noticed that they weren’t alone and became alerted to Blitz’s presence.“Oh, we have a guest! Millie, why didn’t you tell me you were bringing someone to our home!”
“I wasn’t planning on it, but Mox meet Blitz,” she gestured to the wereimp. “Blitz, meet my lovely husband, Moxxie.” She gestured to her husband, and Moxxie started to approach Blitz.
“Nice to meet you, Blitz.” The imp held his hand out, but something was off about him. Blitz could smell something from the imp. He took a deep inhale and tried to work out Moxxie’s scent. It wasn’t anything he’d encountered before, and it set alarms off in his head. The wereimp started to growl and bare his fangs at the other imp, and Moxxie had to stop in his tracks, raising his hand in front of him.
“Woah! I don’t mean any harm. I was only saying hello.” The white hair imp tried to reason, but Blitz wasn’t backing down.
“I don’t fucking trust you.” Blitz snarled through gritted teeth.
“Blitz, Moxxie isn’t going to hurt ya! He’s only been polite.”
“He smells like trouble.”
“Ah, I have been experimenting with potions that change one’s scent, guess I forgot to change mine back.” Moxxie sounded nervous and was looking away, letting out a sigh.
“Right,” was all Blitz could manage, and he stopped growling. He was still on edge with the other imp, but he wasn’t going to attempt to bite him anymore.
Millie continued to show Blitz his room. When they arrived, he found the room looked like a guest room. It had just a bed, a window, a closet, and a mirror. Just the necessities for a guest. No paintings or decor to indicate anyone else lived here.
Blitz walked over to the window, noticing it had gotten dark outside. The full moon was out on display, and the wereimp couldn’t help but longingly stare back at it, letting out a whine. He missed being with his pack. He missed being in his home ring under the full moon. He missed feeling the rays of the full moon on his skin and fur as he sprinted throughout the city.
“Aw, Blitz, do you miss being in Pride then?” He forgot Millie was still there, and he wanted to say something back, but he couldn’t find the words. “Perhaps there is something that could help ya.” He quickly snapped behind him.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, there are beings that are above us, powerful demons known as the Ars Goetia. One of them is in charge of watching the stars and the full moon. Perhaps they might help?” The Ars Goetia. Blitz had heard whispers of them. His mama had mentioned powerful beings that helped the functionality of Hell itself.
“How will that help me?”
“They might be able to help find you a new pack.” That sounded promising, and if Millie was willing to help him, he might as well take the chance.
“So how do I speak to them?”
“It’s simple!” Millie magicked a piece of paper with a drawing on it. “This is a sigil of an Ars Goetia. His name is Stolas, and he is a prince. Draw this, take a sample of your blood, and say Prince Stolas of the Ars Goetia, I summon thee! If done correctly, they’ll appear and grant you a boon.” Millie explained as if she had done it before. Blitz was gonna ask about that later.
“That’s it?”
“Yep, and you’ve got nothin’ to worry bout. Prince Stolas is a nice prince, so you’ll be fine!”
With a bucket of paint in one hand and the drawing in the other, Blitz ventured outside to perform the ritual. He studied the sigil many times to make sure he got it right, then dipped two claws into the paint and started to draw out the sigil. He went slowly, careful not to mess it up. Once completed, he checked the sigil he drew with the drawing and concluded that it matched. Then he drew a knife from his pocket, cut his palm, and as the blood dripped from his hand onto the sigil, he said, “Prince Stolas of the Ars Goetia, I summon thee!”
…
Nothing happened, and Blitz was looking around to see if something was supposed to happen. A few moments passed, and Blitz was starting to think Millie was just making shit up. Was this some sort of joke to her? Probably knowing witches.
When he stepped out of the circle, he heard something coming from it. Looking back at it, he saw that it had lit up as the ritual was activated. A beam of light spewed from the sigil, and a giant black creature formed from it. Its wings spread out, and the beast was emitting a roar as it started to take shape.
Who dares summon me?
Blitz gulped at the question. He never thought he was in danger for his life before.
Tonight seemed to be the first of many things.