Chapter Text
(O.O)
" Evening star is shining bright,
So make a wish and hold on tight,
There's magic in the air tonight,
And anything can happen ."
"Just in that moment, the ugly little frog looked up with his sad, round eyes and pleaded," a female voice resonated throughout the room.
The speaker then changed her voice, going lower than her usual register, so she would sound like a boy as she continued to read the next part of the story.
"Oh, please, dear princess. Only a kiss from you can break this terrible spell that was inflicted on me by a wicked witch."
As she spoke this, her young audience stared at the reader with varying degrees of expressions as they waited to hear the next part of the tale.
One of them, an avian type of demon with snow white feathers, had an excited grin on her face as she whispered to her companion, "There comes my favorite part."
Her friend– a boy imp with large black and white horns– nodded with wide eyes. He too was excited to know what would happen next but was able to keep his excitement at bay as he waited for the reader to continue.
"And the beautiful princess was so moved by his desperate plea," the speaker, who turned out to be a female imp that had striking resemblance to the young boy imp, said.
It turned out, she was reading a story from a book to the two children, all while working on the laces of the dress she'd worked hard that evening.
"–that she stooped down, picked up the slippery creature, leaned forward, raised him to her lips, and kissed that little frog."
The young avian aww'ed upon hearing this, finding the scene really romantic. Her companion, on the other hand, stuck out his tongue in disgust upon hearing what the princess did.
The adult imp continued the tale, as she added a ribbon to the beautiful princess gown she had sewn.
"Than the frog was transformed into a handsome prince. They were married and lived happily ever after. The end."
The female imp stared at her audience with a smile.
"Yay!" The young avian squealed, "Read it again, read it again!
"Sorry, Stella," the imp, who went by the name of Tilla, said, "It's time for us to be headin' home."
She added the final touches to the gown, and smiled in satisfaction. The gown was white and one that the young Stella was going to be wearing at a party.
Tilla turned to imp boy, who turned out to be her son, Blitzo.
"Say good night, Blitzo."
The boy, who was still recovering from hearing the story, crossed his arms in disgust.
"There is no way, in the whole of hell I would ever, ever, ever I mean never kiss a frog, or any animal for that matter, because yuck! I got more pride than that."
Stella heard this and she smiled mischievously.
"Is that so? "
She then picked up her pet Hellcat– a frog mask forced on its poor head– and with a wicked grin on her normally angelic swan-like face, she approached her best friend and started shoving the animal in front of the little imp's face in an attempt to make the other kiss it.
"Here comes your prince charming, Blitzo. Come on, kiss."
The boy squealed and tried to escape, only to fall on his back, giving his evil friend to continue her assault.
"No!"
"Yes, Yes!"
"Stop it!" He cried, finally shoving the swan away from him. "I won't do it! I won't, I won't!"
He crossed his arms and glared at his teasing friend.
The avian didn't seem affected by the imp's behavior, and instead she simply stood up and swayed on her feet with a stupid grin on her face.
"I would do it. I would kiss a frog. I would kiss a hundred frogs if I could marry a prince and be a princess," the avian announced, before she started showering kisses to the Hellcat on her arms.
The cat squirmed at the rough handling before finally having enough that it jumped from the bird's arms and ended up clawing through the ceiling.
The children giggled, clearly amused by the fact the cat suddenly turned into a spider by how it was able to stay hanging above them.
"You kids, stop tormentin' that poor little kitty," Tilla chided the pair, before helping the poor animal down.
Once the cat's feet were on the ground, it was shaking as it tried to slowly run away from the two deranged children, who were still laughing at its plight.
Tilla merely shook her head. This sort of behavior should be expected from any young child born in hell.
"Good evening, Tilla!" A large floofy hawk-like demon said by the door.
This was the owner of the large mansion where the three demons in the room were having their storytelling. He's called Darius Marshall, businessman and owner of Marshall's Brewery, the largest and most successful Brewery in all of hell.
He's also Stella's father.
Speaking of the swan, Stella gasped, before rushing towards the older bird.
"Daddy, Daddy, look at my new dress," the swan said, before pointing at the beautiful white gown on the mannequin that Tilla was working on earlier. "Isn't it pretty?"
The large hawk bellowed, and scooped up his daughter before making his way to Tilla, who was putting on a travel coat on Blitzo.
"Hah! Hah! Would you look at that! Why, I'd expect nothing less from the finest seamstress in all of Pride," the avian said with a wide smile.
Tilla smiled back.
"I'm certain, my princess will be the Belle of the party in that ga–ow! Stella!" Darius exclaimed, looking down scoldingly at the child in his arms.
Stella was unaffected by this and instead, continued to pull on his father's feathered chest.
"Daddy, I want that there! I want to wear that one to the party!!" She cried, pointing at the dress that the Frog Princess wore in the book.
"Oh, princess. You already have a new gown. Please stop."
"No! I want that one." She continued to pull, causing another squawk from the avian.
"Please, please, please, please!" Stella begged.
Darius turned to the female imp pleadingly.
"You suppose you can web something up like that?"
Tilla smiled, clearly amused by how one of hell's richest demons was so thoroughly wrapped in the hands of his daughter.
"Of course, Darius. Anything for my best customer," the imp stated, as she eyed the large array of dresses behind her that she had made for the young avian.
"Yeah!" Stella squealed happily.
"Alright, we better head home. Come along, Blitzo. We don't want to anger your Dad, who by now is probably back from work."
Tilla drove herself and her son home. The drive wasn't that long, just about thirty minutes and the two imps arrived in front of a beat up house just on the outskirts of Imp City.
The tall imp noticed a rusted van that had seen better days parked on the driveway, and she sighed tiredly. She looked at her son and saw fear on her beloved's face.
"Don't worry, Darling. Everything will be alright. Just head straight to your room once we get inside, okay?" She told her son.
Blitzo nodded before stepping out of the car.
The mother and son entered the house. As they were removing their coats, a crash was heard from the living room followed by an angry yelling from a male voice.
"You stupid useless bitch! Look what you did to my beer!"
"I'm sorry, Daddy!"
Tilla looked scared, not for herself but for the little one who she knew her husband was angry at. She turned to her son.
"Blitzo, go upstairs and wait for your sister. Once she's inside your room, lock your doors and don't open until I come and get you, okay?"
"Mom?" The little boy looked worriedly at his mother.
She sent him a reassuring smile and asked him to head to his room again.
Reluctantly, the little imp did as he was told. He ran to his room and waited for his twin sister to join him.
A few minutes later, he heard his parents shouting, before hearing loud footsteps of someone running up the stairs and approaching his room.
The door to his room opened and slammed shut. His sister, Barbie, being the cause of this.
The boy imp stared at his sister's tear stained face and felt pain in his chest as he noticed the visible bruising on his twins cheek.
"Oh, Barbs," he said before taking his sister in his arms and hugging her with all his might.
The other imp sank in his arms and started sobbing. She hated it when she was left with their abusive father, who did nothing but blame her, Blitzo and their mother for how shitty his own life had turned out to be.
It wasn't fair.
She was just a kid.
"It's okay. Barbs, I'm here. I'll always take care of ya," her twin whispered to her comfortingly.
It didn't take long and the female imp calmed down and her cries subsided.
She let go of her brother and stared at him with a forced smile on her face.
"So how was your day?"
The boy imp let out a broken laugh at this, before telling his sister what happened back at Stella's mansion, both ignoring the shouting that was happening downstairs.
"Did you know, in Stella's fairy tale book, it said that if you make a wish on an evening star it should come true?" Blitzo told his twin.
"Really? I mean it's just a stupid star, Blitz, how would it grant wishes?" His sister asked.
"I don't know. I just know that if you wish and you dream with all your little heart, it would grant your wish!"
"That sounds stupid. I don't think a stupid old star can do that."
"You don't know that yet. Maybe it can."
Both young imps turned to the window and eyed the single bright star in the sky.
They won't lose anything for in doing what the stupid book said, right?
The two imps placed their hands on their chests and started wishing with all their might.
A better life than this. The twins both thought, forcing themselves to ignore the shouting below them.
"Please… Please… Please…" The two chanted, hoping against all hope that someone would listen and grant their wish.
(O.O)
Twenty years later
It was a rough night.
Blitzø just got home from the shittiest job he'd ever come across in a while.
He was an assassin for Satan's sake and yet why did he always end up having to do protective detail for rich, entitled bitches like Verosika Mayday?
The imp removed his black suit and approached his walk-in closet. In the farthest corner of the closet had a secret compartment where Blitz kept all his savings from every shitty job he did for people.
He dumped his money on the jar, and sighed.
"Every little penny counts," he said with a tired sigh. He left the closet and trudged towards his bed.
Without a care in the world, he dove into the mattress and sighed.
Yep, nothing beats a good sleep after a night of dealing with bratty pop stars.
He was about to fall asleep when his phone rang and the imp let out a loud groan.
"Hello," the growled into the receiver.
Whoever it was, someone better be prepared to die for ruining his attempt at a beauty sleep.
"Hey, Blitzø! I say! I say! how are you doing this wonderful morning!"
"Not so good considering you disturbed my sleep. What do you want, Wankturd."
"Well, sorry to hear that, buddy. Also, it's Wackford, in case you forgot."
"I'm dropping this phone, shitface, if you don't tell me why you called."
"I say! I say! You're extra moody today! But I called for a very good reason! Ozzie wants you to come in today!"
Blitzø groaned and dunked his head on his pillow.
Asmodeus was one of Blitzø's many employers.
He's the King of Lust and the only demon who hired the imp for his ability to cook delicious foods instead of his ability to kill people.
He's also the only boss that pays Blitzø double every time the imp takes work from him. So it would be stupid to decline a job from the guy.
"What time does he want me to come?"
"Oh! You should be here around 8:30, I say!"
Blitzø eyes widened. It was already 7:45!
"Wankturd, you idiot! Why are you only calling me now! I'm gonna be late!"
"Well, then you better hurry then, I say! I say!"
The bastard dropped the call after that, and Blitzø cursed the fucker for it. He hurriedly got up from his bed and rushed to his closet to get dressed.
It took him 2 minutes to change his shirt and bloodstained pants. Once he was ready to go, he picked up his keys and started making his way to the door.
Before he left the apartment though, the imp stopped by an altar with the framed picture of his sister.
"I'm heading out, Barbs. Gotta get to work. Don't worry, sis, I've almost saved enough money to buy that fucking building. Once I do, I can finally open my very own assassination company, like the one we dreamed of as kids."
He touched his sister's face.
"We'll be there soon, Barbs."
And with that, he left his apartment and drove like a maniac to the Asmodeus' only restaurant at Pride Ring, the DeLust Diner, that was found at the busiest street of Imp City.
(O.O)
"In the South Land there's a city
Way down on the river
Where the women are very pretty
And all the men deliver
They got music
It's always playin'
Start in the day time, go all through the night
When you hear that music playin'
Hear what I'm saying, it make you feel alright
Grab somebody, come on down
Bring your paintbrush, we're paintin' the town
Honey, there's some sweetness goin' 'round
Catch it down in New Orleans…"
"Dammit, Striker, turn that fucking music off. This is Hell, not New Orleans!" Blitzø yelled from the kitchen.
The cowboy imp grinned before turning the radio's volume higher.
"Sorry, B! I can't hear what yer sayin'! The music is too damn good for me to listen to your bitch fit!"
The red-skinned imp huffed, annoyed that he was being forced to listen to the stupid song that his co-worker liked to play whenever Blitzø came in to work at the diner.
He didn't have anything against Jazz music. It just wasn't his favorite, especially when he had to work 12 long hours in the kitchen at a diner in Hell.
He'd rather listen to "Mustang Dong" on repeat than the shit the Radio demon aired, at least then he'd be a little energized to do some work.
But no.
His co-worker was a dick and liked to annoy Blitzø because the red-skinned imp rejected the fucker's advances towards him.
So as punishment, Striker did all he could to make Blitzø's time at DeLust as unbearable as possible.
"So Blitzø, you any closer to starting that assassination business of yers?" Striker asked, leaning over the kitchen's order window.
"I'm getting close, asshole," the red imp said with gritted teeth.
"How close? I mean, ya got about as much chance of gettin' that building as I do at winnin' Vox's Sintagram Lottery."
Blitzø tightened his grip on the spatula he was holding. He was forcing himself not to use the damn thing as a weapon to kill the fucker before him.
"Ya know, if ya partn'red up with me, that business would be bloomin' by now. Ya know I got connections. I could really help ya, Bossman."
"And I already told you, asshole. I ain't interested!" Blitzø yelled.
Striker raised his hands in surrender.
"I'm just sayin'. No need to get yer panties in a knot."
"Order up," Blitzø said, slamming the plate of ribs on the counter.
The cowboy took the hint and picked up the plate to deliver it to the customer's table.
Blitzø sighed in relief.
Satan, he really hated that fucker.
"Blitzø, one of our regulars is callin' for ya! They wantcha at their table," Sallie May, a Wrath Imp who worked at DeLust as a waitress, said with a gentle smile. "Also, don't take what Striker said seriously, he's an idiot who don't take rejection well. Just know that I'm rooting for ya in getting that business of yours up and running."
"Thanks, Sall," he replied with a "Also, tell the customer that I'll be over their table once I finish 14's order."
"Will do!"
The imp did the final plating for the Bacon Cheeseburger he was working on and placed the plate on the counter for pick up.
"Order up!" He exclaimed, before turning to his fellow chef to let him know that he was going out to meet a customer for a minute.
The Sinner waved Blitzø off, and the imp took it as a sign of approval.
Blitzø left the kitchen and made his way to the table where Sally said the customers that were looking for him were at. His eyes widened in surprise as he recognized the father and daughter sitting at the table.
"Stella!" The imp called out with a huge grin on his impish face.
The demon, who was a tall beautiful swan-like demon grinned and waved her hand excitedly at the approaching imp.
"Blitzo!"
As soon as the imp reached their table, he found himself lifted off the ground and hugged by his feathery childhood friend.
"Stella!" He cried in surprise. "Bitch, put me down!"
The avian giggled before finally putting Blitzø back on the ground.
"The fuck are you so happy about?" Asked the imp.
The swan giggled some more, before saying, "Can't a lady just be happy to see her childhood friend."
Blitzø sent her an unimpressed stare.
"She can if the said lady hadn't seen the said childhood friend just two nights ago. Seriously, Stell, what's got you this giddy? Did you finally lose your virginity?"
A water splattering sound was heard from behind the two close friends, followed by coughing noises.
"Don't be silly, Blitz, you know I'm saving myself for my prince charming."
"Right. "
He had to give it to his friend. Her steadfast devotion to her dreams of marrying into Royalty hadn't changed even after all these years. Even at the age of 30, she still had yet to lose her innocent to anyone. And that's simply amazing in Hell's standards.
"You still haven't answered my question though," the imp said.
The smile on the avian's face was blinding that it made Blitzø truly curious to know what the heck got her so excited.
"Daddy, how about you tell him the good news!" Stella said, turning her attention to her father who had been sitting behind them the whole time.
"Oh! Hi, Mr. Marshall, forgot you're here," the imp said, giving the large avian a sheepish grin.
The hawk glared at Blitzø disapprovingly. He obviously heard the imp's words about his daughter's virginity.
Knowing he messed up, the imp said, "By the way congrats on being voted for King of Imp City. You totally deserved it, sir!"
This immediately changed the older bird's demeanor as a big smile appeared on his face.
"Thank you, Blitzo. That award completely caught me by surprise… for the fifth year in a row! Hahahahaha!"
The imp mentally gave himself a pat in the back for his quick thinking, before saying.
"Well, I say you deserve some of my special Beignets as a reward, sir!"
The hawk's eyes brightened at this offer.
"I couldn't agree with you more, son! I definitely could have some of your delicious Beignets!" The avian bellowed.
"Daaaadddiiii! Stop talking about food for five seconds and tell Blitz the good news!" Stella interjected.
"Oh, that's right." The hawk turned towards the imp, before continuing,
"Blitzo, my boy, in case you haven't heard, Prince Stolas…"
"Prince Stolas of the Ars Goetia–" Stella added simultaneously with her father, "–is coming to Imp City."
"Isn't that amazing, son?" Darius exclaimed with a wide grin.
"You didn't tell him the best part! Tell him what you did, Big Daddy. Tell him!" Stella demanded, shaking her father's beefy arm.
"Well, I invited…" The hawk started to say, but was cut off as Stella followed with her own narrative of what happened.
"Daddy invited the prince to a masquerade," the swan finished.
Then once again, she shook her father's arm.
"Tell him what else you did, Big Daddy. Go on!"
"And he's to stay…" the large avian started saying before once again getting cut off by his overly excited daughter.
"And he's to stay at our house as my personal guest, Blitz!"
"Great Satan! Stella, that's amazing!" The imp said with a big smile.
The swan squealed. "I know, right?!"
Blitzø then dawned a very serious look on his face, before saying, "A little word of advice, bestie? Mom always said that the quickest way to a man's heart is through his stomach."
An imaginary light bulb glowed above the swan's head, before grabbing Blitzø by the arms and shaking the imp giddily.
"That's it!" She exclaimed, before releasing the imp. "Oh, Blitz, you are a Bonafide genius!"
The imp straightened his shirt before saying, "Don't know what I did, but I will agree with you there that I am a genius!" He grinned.
The avian walked towards another diner patron before grabbing his beignet from his plate and waving it around the imp's face.
"I'm gonna need about five hundred orders of your man-catching beignets for my ball tomorrow night!"
The imp's eyes visibly widened at this statement.
Five hundred orders?!?
That a tall order, in his opinion.
And to do it by tomorrow evening?! That was practically suicide.
He'd never be able to provide that much for his friend, even if he wanted to.
"Stell, I don't–" he started to declined, before stopping as a large wad of cash was shoved on his face.
"Will that cover it?" Stella asked.
"Shit! This should cover it just fine, Stell. Fuck! In fact, you just did me a huge favor, bitch!"
The smile on Blitzø's face rivaled his friend's. The avian just gave him the money he needed to make the down-payment for the building where he planned to set up I.M.P.
"Well, what are friends for, am I right?"
"Totally. Fuck, looks like we're both gonna be getting our dreams."
"Isn't that true!" The avian laughed along side her friend.
TBC
(O.O)