Conflict is resolved

On the chosen day, Stolas stayed overnight with Asmodeus, after the conclusion and execution of the contract, and finally received the promised crystal, only now his soul became very empty. He sat in his office while the King of Lust soothingly stroked his shoulders. The execution of the contract took place efficiently and diligently, no one was dissatisfied. — Stolas, why are you so sad? After all, I have fulfilled your wish, as you wanted… Or did I hurt you? Was I too hard in bed? — Asmodeus was seriously worried about the Prince's condition, and hoped to help him somehow. — It's just that the day has come when Blitz will come for my grimoire, but will get a crystal instead. Which means he won't come to me again.… After all, he doesn't love me… Asmodeus continued to soothingly stroke Stolas' shoulders and back. Meanwhile, Fizz and Blitz fell into the mansion, namely into the office, hugging each other, absolutely happy, and both plopped down on the floor, spreading their limbs to the sides, laughing like small children. Stolas and Ozzy just looked at them in amazement, and then exchanged glances with each other. — Oh, the royal birds are sitting together again, wow, — Blitz grinned, lazily stretching on the floor, and then somersaulted to the side, pressing himself to the floor, aiming at a high sofa, crouching like a cat and tried to jump, but failed and he stupidly fell back to the floor, — What the?! Why?! — Blitz got to his feet, looking indignantly at the sofa, and then at the giggling Fizzarolli, throwing him a discontented look, — Well, where did my natural agility of the imp go?! Damn it! — Are you forgetting your natural imp instincts, Blitz? ~ But you're good at sex, are you by any chance a secret incubus? The incubus, after all, like the succubus, are good at this business, — Fizz grinned, joking, but still took the situation seriously, approaching a disappointed friend closer, — Perhaps we ourselves will have to manually help you restore your natural dexterity, peculiar to the imp, otherwise you are completely lost. — Oh... I have a book about the psychology and natural behavior of imps, — Stolas opened the portal, taking out the right book from there, showing it to everyone present, — Here. Of course, I studied it, but not yet to the end. So, when the imps are mentally broken and depressed, they lose all their abilities gradually. And if you don't start restoring all this in time, then the imp's body may simply not stand it and ... then he may die All three of them stared at Blitz in silence, hinting that this was very much about him. He just spread his hands to the sides, slightly squinting at them all with a dissatisfied look. — This is bullshit, it is impossible to lose all your abilities due to some psychological trauma, drop the horns and die, - Said Blitz, but he was interrupted by Stolas. — There were several examples in the book when the imps, being weakened, could die from a simple fall from the bed or just tripping on the street. — Bitch, it's no wonder that we are the lowest class among demons ... — muttered Blitz, crossing his arms over his chest, — And they can die from sneezing? I sneezed recently, suddenly it's fatal! — The imp said sarcastically, grumbling under his breath. — Holy shit, Blitz often falls, guys, — Fizz pointed in the direction of the imp, looking at him worriedly, — Stolas, how do we return the normal state of the Blitz? — He will have to remember his nature. Fizzarolli, you're like a second imp, have to help him regain his natural instincts, — said the Prince, flipping through the pages of his book. — No problem! I can't get rid of my natural instincts! Well, Blitz, get ready to become wild again, — Fizzarolli grinned, looking at his friend. — What the fuck? Wild? I don't seem to have gone completely off the rails yet to be a wild imp — Blitz snorted, crossing his arms over his chest. Asmodeus sat next to Stolas and looked at this book with curiosity. The prince looked at him, smiling slightly. — I also had a book at home since childhood about the difference between toads and frogs, Ozzy. — How many new things I'm learning, however ... — the King of Lust said mysteriously, and then looked at the two imps sitting on the carpet in the office. — So, although the imps are a low class among demons, they have different abilities. In terms of animalization, they mostly behave like cats, but in addition to purring, they can make completely different sounds, transmitting a signal to their relatives. Blitz and Fizz were sitting on the carpet side by side, heads tilted towards each other, listening attentively to information about their own kind, learning about themselves what they had never heard before. — In addition to purring, they are able to meow, crackle, purr, rumble, hiss, croak, growl and even yap. — Stolas continued to voice the information he found. — Hey! We are not dogs to yap! What kind of news is this?! — Blitz was outraged by such information, and after he looked at Fizzarolli, after a second he just took it and yapped. Fizz stared at him dumbfounded, spreading his arms to the sides. — Why?! Fizz looked indignantly at his friend, hearing something insulting in this yapping. — Oh, did I yap something insulting? Excuse me, but I don't understand daytime languages, — Blitz just shrugged innocently, and then stared at Stolas again, reading information about imps. — This is the language of imps, moron! We're both imps! Even I fucking realized that you just called me a green strap-on and said "fuck you"! — Oops... I didn't know, sorry. I said I don't understand this shit. — It was insulting! — Well, I said sorry! The imps began to arrange skirmishes in the background among themselves, while Asmodeus and Stolas studied the book. — The nature of the yapping depends on what exactly the imp wants to convey to his relatives. — Christ on a stick ... — Blitz swore softly, trying to delve into everything said. — Horns of imps in nature in ancient times and to this day are of great importance. Especially their size. The bigger the horns, the more respected and dominant the imp was in his pack. Blitz squinted at Fizz, who squinted back at him, lightly tapping his tail on the floor and grinned. — So, since my horns have always been bigger than yours, Blitzo, then I dominate among the two of us~ — Oh, shut up, you buffoon! Now I'm the alpha here ~ Especially since I was initially dominant in our recent sex. — Yeah, yeah, sure ~ But then the roles changed dramatically, buddy~ So you're not that much of an alpha. — Are you doubting, bitch?! Well, right now I'll show you who the alpha is, the striped dick! Blitz rushed at Fizz, arranging a fight with him in the background. — Usually the horns of imps are very strong and they can rarely break from a simple injury. Only if the internal state of the imp is terrible, then the horns begin to break. To prevent this, it is necessary to restore the state of the imp, who experienced too much stress. In a pack, one or more imps huddle around the one who is in a terrible state, caring and soothing, creating conditions so that he feels safe. Meanwhile, Fizz sat on top of Blitz, pinning him to the floor with his hands, and after both imps looked back in the direction of Stolas, they interrupting their fight. — Hey, I'm not that weak! — Blitz said indignantly, pushing Fizz off, snorting, and then gave him a light kick, — I can stand on my feet, I'm not a weakling and there's no fucking reason to huddle around me, because I'm fine and I'm not helpless! — Yeah, he fell off his feet in front of me! — The jester attacked the imp again, pinning him to the floor with his body, — Bitch, you were moaning louder than I was! —Hush, Fizz! Nothing like that! And in general, get off or I'll start biting! — Just try it, asshole! The imps got on all fours in front of each other, growling and hissing at each other, jumping on all fours around each other like wild. — Well, both of you hush! — Ozzie barked, and then turned his gaze to Stolas' book, looking at pictures of imps there. — Modern imps often use their natural instincts in our time. They can bite or scratch an enemy with their claws during a fight. And they are also capable of falling into a state of primal rage, not controlling themselves and destroying everything in their path that can threaten members of their pack or those who are considered close. Also, the legs of the imps are very strong and they are able to hit them very hard. They also have hooves on their feet, which can also be a strong weapon in a fight. — Here it is! So the Blitz was in a state of primitive aggression?! What is it written about the eyes? — Fizz immediately perked up, wanting to know more about this condition. — Usually the eyes of imps have yellow sclera with a narrow black pupil. When they fall into a state of primal rage, the sclera turn red, but with a different shade from their natural red skin. Over time, demons became hybrid, most often imps were born from a pair of succubus or incubus and an imp, so imps can be born by acquiring a visible iris from a succubus or incubus parent. But there are also hybrids of a demonic shark with an imp. Little is known about such hybrids. Blitz, meanwhile, got bored and began to look at Fizz, thinking what to do with him. The tail wagged slightly from side to side, and then he whispered something in Fizz's ear. The jester looked at him accusingly, abruptly getting up from his seat. — I'm going to get to you, bitch!!! — Fizz began to chase Blitz around the office while he giggled mischievously, running away. The demonic birds paid attention to the running of the imps, and then looked at each other again, awkwardly grinning. Meanwhile, Blitz, running away from Fizzarolli, jumped on some shelf, but Fizz jumped on him, clutching his body with his limbs, after which the shelf could not withstand their weight and collapsed to the floor. The higher demons looked sharply in the direction of the noise, and saw how the strange white dust was dissipating, gradually settling on the carpet. — What was that, Ozzy? — Asked Stolas, looking at Asmodeus, who was innocently shrugging his shoulders, about to say, when suddenly Fizz and Blitz jumped out of this white haze, getting on all fours like excited cats. Their pupils were huge. — So... It's something... — Said Ozzie, looking at the ceiling while Stolas looked at him very disapprovingly, realizing what it was. — Is that cocaine?! Are you serious?! — The Owl Prince was incredibly indignant, but after that his irritation softened as soon as he began to observe the behavior of the two imps. Cocaine affected them quite a lot, returning them to a wild state, as in primitive times. — Well, Stolas, it looks like we're about to observe the behavior of imps in the wild. Look at how funny they are crawling on the floor. The royal demons began to carefully observe the behavior of their imps. Blitz behaved absolutely wildly, moving on the floor on all fours and constantly sniffing something out like a dog. Fizz was sitting on the floor, quietly watching him, occasionally wagging his tail. Blitz jumped onto the table where the royal demons were sitting and squinted at them, sniffing, and then quietly hissed, sticking out his tongue, jumping down, deciding to stay close to his kinsman. Fizzarolli got on all fours, moving very awkwardly, eventually leaning on Blitz sitting on the floor. The imp growled discontentedly, arching his back, throwing him off, and after he galloped on all four legs, wagging his tail discontentedly, and the crest on his back twitched slightly. Fizz looked blankly at his crest, cautiously approaching him and sniffing. — I don't know about you, Stolas, but I'm going to die from the fact how cute it is!! — The King of Lust said, touching, watching the wild behavior of the two demons, — Fizzy is so cute and a little clumsy. — I agree with you, Asmodeus. It's quite funny to see them in a state of savagery. Are drugs acting so strangely on all the imps? — Yeah, drugs make cats out of them, — Ozzy grinned, continuing to watch the imps jumping on the floor with affection. In the end, Blitz recognized his kinsman and began to run and jump around him, moving on all fours. At one point, a pistol fell out of his suit, because of which both imps hissed in fright, instantly jumping aside from a strange object for them. — Oh, it's a Blitz's gun, — Stolas got up from his seat, carefully approaching the place where the gun fell. However, both imps quickly crept to the weapon lying on the floor, gently poking it with their paws from both sides. Blitz decided to lick this thing, but then regretted it, spitting and coughing. Fizz recoiled from the gun, and then turned his attention to Stolas who came up. Imp alert and hissing softly. Blitz immediately blocked him, hissing and growling at the large demon in front of him, wagging his tail in displeasure. Stolas calmly bent down, picked up the pistol and carried it to Asmodeus' desk, who continued to observe the wild behavior of the imps with interest. Blitz turned to Fizz sniffing at him, slightly alert. At the same time, he kept his tail straight, which meant alertness. Realizing that his relative was harmless, he began to sniff at him, studying him, and then turned his attention to the bells ringing at the ends of the jester's hat. Interested in this, the imp slightly bit one of the bells with his teeth, while the second imp was distracted by someone else's tail, trying to catch and bite. Hearing the soft jingle of the bell, Fizz turned his head at the impudent imp, and then gave him a little slap in the face with his tail, showing that he was dissatisfied with this behavior. However, Blitz's impudence had no limits, he snarled and pulled the hat off his head, shaking his head slightly like a dog, holding a piece of cloth in his mouth, and then looked at Fizz, noticing small stumps on his head instead of horns. Fizz growled in displeasure, gripping the other end of the hat with his teeth, taking it away from his kinsman. — Hey! You'll tear it up! — Said Asmodeus, banging on the table, — Bad imps! Shoo! Both of the imps paid attention to him. Blitz squinted while Fizz pulled the hat on himself, and then just opened his mouth, forcing the second imp to fly back to the side where he pulled his hat, somersaulting a couple of times, after which the impudent imp let out a victorious purr, sticking out his tongue teasingly, calmly sitting on the floor. Fizzarolli frowned, growling softly, but his tail wagged playfully at the same time. Blitz looked at him calmly, wagging his tail too. Fizz managed to get his hat back on his head by helping himself with his tail, and then slapped tail threateningly on the floor, slightly scaring Blitz — I take it they don't even remember each other? — Asmodeus asked, looking into Stolas' book. — Well, maybe on a mental level they remember each other, but at least they don't consider each other enemies. Blitz continued to sit quietly, at some point deciding to scratch his neck with his foot, like an animal. Fizz silently watched him, and then jumped on him, knocking him to the floor, tumbling with him on the floor and accompanied by all this purring and growling with hissing. Stolas continued to read out the information, alternately watching the imps. Ozzy managed to listen to Stolas and at the same time observe the behavior of Blitz and Fizz, touching. But at one point, the imps, playing with each other, dumped the box in which the vibrators were lying. Blitz sniffed at one of them, and then took it in his teeth, growling playfully and shaking his head. Fizz tried to take the vibrator away from him, clinging to the other end with his teeth and the tug-of... of this thing began. — Hey! Stop it, both of you! It's from a new batch! Shoo, I said! — Ozzie slammed his hand on the table again. — Are they really playing with a vibrator...? — Stolas asked in perplexity, having watched Asmodeus disperse the imps from the valuable thing, which he immediately put away far away from the imps, who were squinting at him, sitting on the floor, and then looked at each other, condemningly chirping and hissing, dissatisfied with their tails, since their new toy was taken away. — Listen, Stolas, can we make dirt on them, hmm? — the King of Lust asked with a grin. The prince just grinned, agreeing with him, and then both took out their phones, filming the imps on the camera of their phones. Meanwhile, the imps were running all over the office, chasing each other. Both moved on all fours, running around like playful cats. At some point, Fizz accidentally stretched out all four limbs, sprawled on the floor and not knowing how to put them back. Blitz cautiously crawled up to him, sniffing, and then sat down in front of him, watching and wagging his tail slightly. Fizz was lying with huge frightened eyes, and the huge pupils only made these two more comical. Fizz tried to somehow roll somewhere, not knowing what to do with these long limbs, eventually becoming entangled in them. Meanwhile, Blitz, slightly hunched his back, making sounds similar to the sounds of a hyena, thereby laughing at him. Fizz looked at him with displeasure, trying to get out of his own limbs, and then let out a quiet whine that alerted Blitz. Blitz looked in the direction of Ozzy, and then let out some kind of loud signal yap, getting to his feet like a meerkat, clutching his paws and lifting his tail. Asmodeus immediately got up from his seat, taking his imp in his arms, disentangling him from his own limbs. — I wonder how long they will be in such a wild state? — Ozzy asked, finally disentangling Fizzarolli from his own limbs, and then put him on the floor. Fizz gratefully rubbed against the legs of the King of Lust, purring contentedly and wagging his tail. Blitz, meanwhile, was catching Fizz's wagging tail. The jester glared at him, and then gave him a slight slap in the face with his tail. Blitz just took and bit him by the tail, which is why Fizz whined, and then immediately attacked his kinsman, sitting on top and pinned him to the floor, biting slightly in the neck. Blitz instantly froze, pressing his limbs to himself and curling his tail into a bagel, not moving. The jester looked at him warily, sniffing, checking if he was alive. Then Blitz just somersaulted to the side, getting out from under him, pressing his chest to the floor and lifting his ass with his tail up, squinting at Fizz. The higher demons continued to shoot the two imps on camera, sometimes whispering among themselves about their behavior. Fizz cautiously crept up to Blitz, nuzzling his nose, lying down on the floor in front of him. Both imps looked at each other, sniffing, and then sat down in front of each other, getting as close as possible. Their tails gently wagged, and then both rubbed their noses, purring loudly. At one point, Fizz sniffed at Blitz's damaged horn, starting to bite the tip slightly glued with tape. Blitz hissed softly, trying to push him away from himself, shaking his head, but in the end Fizz pulled off an already broken piece of horn with tape, taking it in his hands, looking at it. Blitz frowned, growling softly at him, tapping his tail on the floor with displeasure, and the crest on his back twitched slightly. Fizz gently pushed him onto his stomach, sitting on top of him himself, crouching lower to his broken horn, uttering a guttural growl. — Hey, what's going on there? — Asmodeus asked, poking Stolas in the shoulder. — Okay, I don't know that, but maybe I do... look! The two higher demons continued to watch the imps again. Fizz made noises for some time, sitting on the Blitz, hunched over and noisily spat out part of the saliva exactly on a piece of horn, and then attached the fallen end to the sticky place. Blitz lay motionless, not understanding what was being done to him, but preferred to just lie quietly and not move while his kinsman was sitting on him and doing something with horns. — Oh... it looks like Fizzarolli used healing saliva. This explains the fairly rapid regeneration of the imps. Look, Ozzy, it looks like the horn is growing back. The fragment of horn really began to grow back into its place, it showed a slight reddish glow of the crack, which gradually tightened. — Exactly. Imps often lick their wounds while no one sees it, preferring to do it alone and in hiding. After all, they have healing saliva, capable of healing not too large wounds, scratches and so on. Blitz continued to lie quietly on the floor, and then looked at Fizz, softly purring to him as a sign of gratitude. Fizz lay down next to him, pressed against his side, gently butting his head. Meanwhile, the tails of the imps intertwined with each other while they lay on the floor, snuggling up to each other. Blitz grab jester while Fizz leaned on him slightly, purring loudly. The imp wrapped his arms around the fool, pressing him to himself, pressing his forehead to his forehead, which was another sign of closeness. Both took hands, interlacing the fingers of their hands. Asmodeus could not restrain himself, letting out a tear of emotion, watching such a sweet moment, as did Stolas, who, in principle, rarely restrained his emotions. — And all these are signs of strong affection and intimacy in imps. It looks really cute, doesn't it? I still don't understand how, with such features, imps are considered the lowest class among demons," Stolas said again, reading aloud information about imps from the book, "In general, imps can't without tactile contact. They should at least sometimes snuggle up to each other in a pack, and this all includes biting, licking and rubbing. Tactile contact is very important for this kind of demons, because otherwise they may have "starvation" Fizz and Blitz lay huddled together and purred loudly, wagging their tails. Fizz nuzzled Blitz's neck, rubbing slightly. Blitz made some kind of purring sound, curled up into a ball. The jester frowned slightly, leaning on top of him, butting his head slightly, trying to get into this twisted lump. Blitz barked at him with displeasure, waving his hands away, but Fizz just rushed at him, continuing to bite his neck, forcing him to make a range of different sounds. — It looks like his neck is a weak spot, — Asmodeus said quietly, continuing to watch with Stolas how the imps frolicked, filming it on camera, — Fizz's weak spot is his tail. — You're absolutely right, Ozzy. Blitz immediately shrivels up and giggles when I kiss him on the neck, because it tickles him. He's so cute when he laughs. Perhaps these are priceless moments that we will never have now, — Stolas sighed sadly, taking a crystal pendant ornament out of his pocket, slightly squeezing it in his hand. — Oh, yes, every time I flirt with Fizz, I wind his sensitive tail on my finger and he giggles so sweetly, asking me to stop, although he likes it and ... — Asmodeus paused, noticing the state Stolas was in. The King of Lust looked sympathetically at the Prince of Goetia, stroking his back soothingly. Stolas propped his head on his hand, continuing to watch the frolicking imps with sadness in his eyes, who stopped abruptly, staring at the higher demons. Blitz jumped on the table, quietly crawling up to Stolas, sniffing at him with curiosity. The prince looked up at him, wondering what he would do next. The imp continued to sniff at him, getting closer and closer, and then slightly butted his head into his hand, seeing that he was sad. — Hmm ... perhaps the imps are also able to feel the emotions of others, but this is inaccurate, — Said Stolas, continuing to look at the curious imp curling around him, — Believe me, Blitz, if you were in an adequate state now, you wouldn't even come up to me… Blitz stared blankly at the supreme demon, cocking his head to one side, looking at him, almost without blinking. Stolas tensed slightly, as a feral imp suddenly stared at him, who did not even blink. — Is he numb? — Asmodeus asked, observing Blitz's strange behavior. Fizzarolli plopped down on the table next to Blitz, also staring at Ozzy, head cocked to one side, not blinking. — It looks like they're both numb. Or have they turned on the hunting mode...? — Stolas was trying to understand the behavior of the imps, which he had not studied before, and this uncertainty slightly strained him. Ozzy gently stretched out his hand to Fizz, who in turn gently bit his fingers, and then licked, rubbing against his hand, purring. —Try with the Blitz, Stolas, — Ozzie said, smiling, glancing at the Prince. He hesitated a little, and then looked down at Blitz, slowly stretching out his hand to him. He hissed softly, hunching slightly. Stolas sighed heavily, about to take his hand away, when suddenly the imp clung to it with his own hands, holding it tightly, and then repeated with him the same behavior of Fizzarolli with Ozzy. Stolas smiled slightly, trying to stroke Blitz, but he dodged his hand, looking at him skeptically. — Hmm? They not had expressed such emotions before. Fizz sat down again next to Blitz and both stared at the higher demons, simultaneously wagging their tails. The pupils of both imps sharply narrowed, and then both grinned, looking at the royal demons, glancing at each other briefly. — Have they come to their senses? What do you think, Stolas? — Ozzie asked, squinting at the grinning imps who had not behaved in this way before. Meanwhile, unnoticed by the two large birds, Blitz and Fizz looked at each other again, winking conspiratorially at each other, and then stared at Stolas and Asmodeus again, continuing to pretend that they were wild. The higher demons whispered softly to each other, trying to understand and study the behavior of the imps new to both of them, who continued to sit on the table in front of them, smoothly wagging their tails and smiling slyly, slightly squinting their eyes and slightly sticking out their forked tongues. — Oh, shit, they touching the vibrator! He fell off the shelf! — I don't think they understand what a vibrator is in a wild state, Ozzy. Unable to restrain themselves, both imps burst out laughing, thereby surrendering themselves to the fact that their wild behavior had long since passed. The higher demons stared incomprehensibly at the small laughing imps, looking at each other, scratching their heads incomprehensibly, and then made dissatisfied bird sounds, realizing that the imps were just trolling them for a while, only pretending that they were behaving wildly. — You two are assholes, — Ozzy muttered, crossing his arms over his chest, shaking his head. Stolas also shook his head slightly, but still grinned. — Well, imps tend to troll others. Sometimes their trolling can be cruel," Stolas said, and then looked at the imps gradually calming down after laughing, who calmed down and gave each other five. — So you two were trolling us? When did you come to your senses after the effects of cocaine? — Asmodeus asked, looking at them accusingly. — Pfft, well, how should I tell you. We came to their senses just a few minutes ago, — Fizz grinned, innocently shrugging his shoulders. Blitz, meanwhile, looked at Stolas, cocking his head to the side again. — You don't have wild behavior, Blitz, you won't deceive me. — Pfft, and who told you that only drugs can put us in a state of wild cats? — Blitz grinned, and then crawled closer to Stolas, sitting in front of him and looking into his eyes. The prince looked at his imp, but in his soul, despite the general fun, he was still sad at one thought, and under the table he was holding a crystal in his hands. Blitz, meanwhile, made his way even closer to him, resting his hands on his chest, thereby forcing the supreme demon to press his back into the chair. Stolas still had a hard time reading Blitz's behavior, not knowing what would come into his head, but he just watched what he was doing. Blitz rested his head on the feathered chest of the owl prince, looking into his eyes, and the tip of his tail slightly wagged. Meanwhile, Fizz was gently rubbing against his "big daddy", wrapping himself around him in every possible way, wagging his tail and purring loudly, receiving affection from him. Blitz glanced sideways at Fizz's behavior, and then looked back at Stolas, smiling a little and slightly sticking out his tongue. Stolas continued to watch him, and after deciding to take his hands out from under the table, clutching the crystal in one of them. — Have you been jerking off there under the table all this time, Stolas? Hands on the table! — Blitz grinned, and then slightly pulled away from him, noticing something in his hand, — What is that glowing in your hands there? — This is what you need, Blitzy ... — Stolas unclenched his fist, and on his palm lay an amulet on his neck in the form of an Asmodeus crystal. Blitz stared dumbfounded at what lay in the Prince's hands, not believing his eyes. Fizz and Ozzy watched in silence, a little worried. Blitz looked up at Stolas, dumbfounded, not knowing what to say. — Stolas… This is… Wait, this is the same crystal that Asmodeus gives only succubus and incubus… — But if you make a contract, then even a simple imp can get this crystal, Blitz. I did it for you. Now it's yours and you don't need my grimoire anymore. Blitz looked down at the crystal in Stolas's hands again, cautiously extending his hand in his direction, but stopped, thinking about something. — Well, now I can safely open a portal to the world of people and for this I don't need your abstruse book? — Blitz decided to clarify, doubting it all. — That's right, Blitz. You don't have to come to me every full moon for a grimoire anymore. Our deal for the grimoire is over. No more illegality. Everything is fair. Blitz seriously thought about it, taking the crystal from his hand. Fizzarolli exchanged an anxious glance with Ozzy, and then both looked at Stolas, who was carefully restraining his emotions. Meanwhile, Blitz chuckled, putting the crystal ornament on his neck, hiding it under his clothes. — Well, thank you, Stolas, I think our deal is really over and now I can safely move to where I need to at any second. Great, thanks, bye! — Blitz took out the crystal, opening a portal in the air, and then jumped into it, disappearing. Fizzarolli and Asmodeus sat dumbfounded, mouths open, and then synchronously shifted their gaze to the gloomy Stolas. The prince suppressed the urge to cry, shaking his head slightly. — Perhaps it's for the best. But now Blitz will be able to do his job calmly and on time ... — Stolas said with a heavy sigh, getting up from his seat, — I think it's time for me to go. Thank you Asmodeus. You helped me, and I helped Blitz. He no longer depends on me and my grimoire. Now he won't have to do something he never liked. — I didn't think Blitz hated you so much ... — Fizzarolli said disappointedly, hugging Ozzy, looking at Stolas, who was about to leave the office, when suddenly some small creature rushed at the prince at the exit, knocking him down on the sofa. Asmodeus and Fizzarolli instantly jumped up from their seat, running up to the prince to find out what had attacked him, but to their surprise Stolas was lying on the sofa, and Blitz was sitting on top of him, slightly wagging his tail. All three of them didn't expect him to come back, having already thought that he really didn't care about Stolas. — Did you really think I was such an insensitive asshole? — The imp chuckled, crossing his arms over his chest, being proud. Stolas was still dumbfounded, completely not expecting Blitz to return. Ozzy and Fizz looked at each other, smiling, and then looked at them. Blitz, meanwhile, crawled closer to Stolas' face, still wagging his tail. It was hard for the Prince to believe that this was really Blitz, because before that their relationship was extremely difficult. — Well, I have to thank you somehow, don't I? And isn't today's full moon in force anymore? — Blitz sat proudly on the chest of the supreme demon, looking into his eyes. Stolas cautiously stretched out his hand to him, as if afraid to scare him off. He thought he was imagining it all. — Come on, bird ass! Why are you procrastinating? Do you think I bite? That's right, I bite, — Blitz bit the feathered demon in the neck, forcing him to moan, and after a few seconds the imp sneezed to the side, because of the feathers, — Fuck, I'm making the same mistake again — Oh... Blitzy ... — Stolas spread out on the sofa, slightly fluffing his feathers. Fizz and Asmodeus looked at each other, grinned and just began to caress each other while the second couple was busy with each other. — Well, like I said, why are you worried if I bite anyway? — Blitz grinned, and then lay down on his chest, looking into his eyes, as he had done before, pretending to be wild. Stolas was smiling slightly, holding out his hand to him, stroking him affectionately. The imp closed his eyes in a relaxed way, purring softly, wrapping his hand with his tail, and rubbing himself against his hand, slightly biting and licking it. The Owl Prince could not believe his luck, because Blitz rarely took the initiative himself and rarely showed how affectionate he could be, like a cat. At the moment, he was demonstrating this and fawning over the Prince, deciding to trust him. Moreover, Stolas gave him a valuable thing. Meanwhile, Asmodeus sat down with Fizz next to them on the sofa, kissing and caressing jester. Stolas stroked his imp, and then turned his gaze to Asmodeus, lightly running his hind paw over his shoulder. Ozzy took the hint and pulled Stolas and Blitz closer to him, hugging and gently stroking. Fizz caressed Asmodeus with one hand, and reached out to Blitz with the other, stroking, lightly wrapping free hand around his body. The tails of the demons automatically intertwined with each other, but they did not break contact with their higher demons either. Blitz reached out to Stolas's face, kissing him, closing his eyes, using one hand to stroke him, the other reached out to Fizz, giving him a caress too, because he was close enough, because Asmodeus pressed the Prince to himself, stroking with his hand, while the second stroked his jester, kissing him. Stolas also kissed Blitz, also using one hand to hold and stroke him, while with the other he plunged his clawed fingers into Ozzy's lush mane, giving him attention too. It was not difficult for these four that each of them received their attention and affection. After a while, they switched places and now the bird demons were kissing each other, stroking each other and their imps, who were also kissing each other. The whole room was filled with purring and bird cooing, while all four of them caressed each other. The four of them felt too good in their company. Everyone received enough affection and attention from each other.

***

The next morning, the four of them were sleeping peacefully in one large room on Asmodeus' huge double bed, who was hugging the sleeping Stolas to himself. Blitz and Fizzarolli were sleeping between them, curled up and snuggling up to each other. It would seem that everything was fine, but Blitz had a nightmare.

Memory:

Fizzarolli's birthday. Everyone huddled around him. Blitz had previously received another humiliation from his peers, now his desire to finally confess his feelings to Fizz was less and less. He was standing in front of the entrance to the tent where Fizz and everyone else were. Fizz was happy and gladly accepted gifts from his colleagues. At one point he noticed Blitz, smile at him and waving his hand, but at the same moment Blitz disappeared from his eyes, looking at the letter in his hands and gritting his teeth, holding back the coming tears, he walked away from the tent, pushing aside the imp carrying a cake with candles on the way…

FIREWORKS EXPLOSION

Blitz jumped up abruptly on the bed, clutching his chest with his hand, breathing rapidly, trying to calm down. He took hold of his head, slightly digging into it with his claws, clenching his teeth from the slight pain. Fizz opened one eye, looking sleepily at his friend, seeing the state he was in. Blitz crawled to the edge of the bed, thinking how to get down from it, because it is huge for him and tall. However, Fizz didn't let him crawl far away, wrapped his arm around his body, and then pulled him to him, kissing him on the cheek, purring. Blitz was still shaking slightly, trying to forget such a realistic nightmare, snuggling up to Fizzarolli. — Nightmare again, right, Blitz? — Fizz asked yawning, rubbing his eyes. Blitz nodded, curled up next to Fizzarolli. — Everything was so realistic… Repeated the same accident… — Oh, Blitz ... — sighed the jester, hugging the frightened friend to himself, stroking soothingly, — The past can haunt you for a long time, I understand. It's not going to be so easy to fix your condition as far as I understand, — Fizz sat down on the bed with him, taking his head in his hands, checking the integrity of his previously broken horn. — You seriously just spit on my horn and it grew back...? — Blitz looked at him skeptically and asked. He shrugged innocently. — You heard that the imps have healing saliva. — Satan's ass, how stupid I behaved yesterday under the influence of drugs… — Did you also watch the video that our feathered royal demons shot last night? — Fizz grinned, and then looked at the sleeping birds, — We were under the influence of drugs for the first fifteen minutes. But then we used acting skills. Since they liked to see us as wild imps so much, then you can sometimes unleash your wildness, don't you agree? — Pfft… You're an actor without an Oscar, Fizz. Okay, I'm fucking hungry! Where's the kitchen? — I would use my limbs to drag the food here, but Ozzy will scold me for eating in bed. So get your lazy ass up and let's go to the kitchen. On the way we will train, the way to the kitchen is not close, — Fizz deftly jumped off the bed to the floor, and then looked at Blitz, slightly grinning. Blitz himself squinted, looking around, thinking how to get down and found an option for himself. He just jumped from the bed to the nearest bedside table, and there he jumped to the chair, eventually jumping from there to the floor, standing up proudly. Fizzarolli grinned, and then beckoned him with his finger, leaving the room. Blitz followed him. Fizzarolli was dressed in his favorite pajamas in delicate bluish and pinkish tones, and Blitz was in what he was born in, but at least he had underwear on. Fizz went into a long corridor, looked around, and then looked at Blitz. — Well, Blitzo, are you ready for the training on the return of natural instincts? — I'm ready to go eat, Fizz. — First training, Blitz. Imagine that you are wild and you get your prey by surviving in this dangerous place. Blitz looked around skeptically, thinking how to survive in an ordinary corridor, and then waved his hand. — Okay, you buffoon, — Blitz, out of habit, wanted to get a gun from his bosom, but forgot that he was bare-chested in only boxers. Fizz laughed at him, and then pulled out a gun from behind his back, pointing it at him. — Are you looking for this, Blitzy? ~ — Oh, you asshole! Give it back! Fizz defiantly took out Blitz's raincoat from the bedroom, cheekily throwing it on himself, continuing to hold his gun in his hands and grinning cheekily. Blitz was a little tense because the fool was holding his gun in his hands. — Well, why the fuck did you put on my clothes? Give it back! — Yeah, of course! Imagine that you are in danger and you need to survive, — Fizz still held his friend at gunpoint, smiling slyly. Blitz backed up a little. There were rare cases when he was completely disarmed— What are you going to do now, Blitzo? ~ Blitz squinted, quickly looking around the area around him, and then jumped out of his seat, a second before the shot occurred ... with ordinary water. The imp looked at the jester incomprehensibly, spreading his arms to the sides. — Did you really think that thing was your gun? No, it's a dummy that copies your gun. In fact, this is an ordinary pistol that shoots water. Bang! — Fizz abruptly shot a jet of water from a pistol right in his face and he was not ready for this. — Motherfucker! — Blitz swore, wiping his wet face with his hand, — Don't get wet yourself, slut, or your limbs will break again! — This time Ozzy made the surface of the cybernetic hands waterproof, so now I'm not afraid of water in such a small amount. And now... RUN, BLITZO, RUN! ~ The imp rushed from his place, running away and dodging water shots, on the way grabbing a pillow lying on the sofa in the corridor and instantly launched it at the shooting jester, slightly disorienting him. — How dare you?! Playing a dirty game, Blitz… — Suck my dick, jester! Ha! — Blitz quickly climbed up the wall, jumping on the chandelier, dodging another water jet. After a couple of seconds, the imp deftly hung upside down from the chandelier, holding onto the chandelier with his tail, and he had two water pistols in his hands, which stunned Fizz, who had only one. — It's not fair! — Fizz growled softly, and then deftly dodged Blitz's water attack while he was hanging from the chandelier, managing to fire two pistols at once. The jester disappeared from his sight in the corridor itself. Blitz looked around warily, holding his pistols at the ready. Meanwhile, Fizz was already sitting on the chandelier, hanging next to Blitz, smiling slyly. — I think I caught someone by surprise, didn't I? Both imps pointed their water pistols at each other, grinning and waiting for the moment to attack. — You didn't catch me by surprise, Fizz, I knew perfectly well that since you're noodles on legs, you can easily climb on any surface and hang from the ceiling, so it was so obvious, silly, that I didn't even twitch an eye, — Blitz grinned, not taking his water pistols off him without losing vigilance. — Wow, did you really study all my tricks? — Exactly, asshole. So you won't catch me off guard. Fizz narrowed his eyes slyly. He was holding onto the chandelier not with his tail at all, but with his legs. With his tail, he made his way behind Blitz's back to attack him with a tickle, but Blitz was ready for such meanness and he simply jumped onto the nearest wall, and then sprang off it exactly to the floor, grouped, and carefully watching the jester who remained on the chandelier. — Wow, amazing reflexes. Impressive, but what if I wasn't your friend, but your enemy? I wouldn't spare you, asshole. I can be REALLY MEAN! — Fizz laughed angrily and launched two hands in his direction at once, trying to grab him, but he deftly dodged, fighting off his hands, not allowing himself to be grabbed. Although the jester was focused on grabbing this agile imp, he mentally admired the fact that his reflexes had not really gone anywhere. Blitz himself was pleased that his abilities remained with him, and even though he was fighting with his best friend right now, he was focused, not going to give up on him. However, Fizz did not make much effort, only watching how deftly the imp dodged, not letting himself be grabbed. But still Fizz grabbed him with one hand, making a sharp jerk in his direction from which it was physically impossible to dodge and pulled Blitz to himself, and then stretched the second limb a long distance along the corridor, thereby creating a rope. — Okay, you can dodge, but what about running on such a thin surface? — Fizz, I've never been good at walking a tightrope.… — But you have to! You are being chased, but you are disarmed and your goal is to run along the only escape route to escape! — Fizz lowered him straight onto the outstretched limb, but he barely kept his balance on it, and then clung to it, with all his limbs, trying to somehow stay on it, — There is no time to think about balance, Blitz! Danger is near! — Fizz threateningly stretched out his free clawed hand to him, giving him a head start so that he would find at least some balance. Blitz carefully watched Fizz's hand approaching him, and after concentrating on his task, he turned on the instinct of a wild imp, running on all fours along the "rope" and jumped onto the shelf a second before he would have been grabbed by the pursuing hand. It was hard to admit, but Blitz had already begun to run out of steam from such training, but he understood that the jester would not leave him alone so easily. However, to his happiness, Fizz just calmly lowered him to the floor, and then removed his hands behind his back, smiling sweetly. — Well, your instincts are superbly developed. But you still have to train and train, — Fizz walked away somewhere, looking around importantly, — Because... — Fizz abruptly threw a rubber ball in his direction, but Blitz deftly grabbed it in flight with his tail, stopping a few centimeters from his head. — Too predictable behavior before the attack, Fizz, — Blitz grinned, and then threw the ball aside, — And now can we eat before I turn on the primal instinct of a killer, devouring everything in my path?!

***

In the kitchen, of course, cooked, Blitz, because he knew how to do it, because life forced him. Fizzarolli only watched the cooking with curiosity, trying to learn how to cook at least visually. The imp cooked scrambled eggs and bacon for four, spreading breakfast on plates. Since the imps woke up earlier and were hungry, they ate first, without waiting for the higher demons to wake up. After breakfast, Fizz again arranged Blitz training session in one of the rooms, knowing that he needed it, because at one point he lost confidence in himself. — Well, let's practice in close combat, Blitz. You are a master of shooting, but in close combat I have already noticed that you are not able to hold out for long and at one moment you will be pressed against the wall and begin to strangle. — Yes, Fizz, I'm more into guns, but I also know how to fight, just... I… — A pathetic excuse, — Fizzarolli grinned, stretching out his limb to him, and then twisting it so that he gave him a light click on his forehead — Hey! I wasn't ready for this, Fizz! — Blitz rubbed his forehead with displeasure after the click, and then clenched his hands into fists, staring intently at the jester. — Yes, yes, Blitz, that's what I'm talking about. You can be attacked without a gun, for example, by putting a knife to your throat. — It's never happened! And it won't, understand? — Blitz was confused, and then looked in the direction where Fizzarolli was standing, but did not find him, becoming alert and began to look around, looking for him. The room became semi-dark because the light was adjusted that way. Suddenly, Fizz attacked Blitz from behind, grabbing and pinning him, putting something to his neck, shaped like a knife blade or feather. Blitz was enveloped in an inexplicable fear, as he did not understand what had come over Fizz. Was it really another waking nightmare where Fizzarolli is his nightmare? — Fizz, what are you up to?! — Blitz panicked, trying to break out of his grip, but in response there was only an evil quiet laugh of the jester in the imp's ear. — And that's how it happened… That you're a dead man now with your throat cut, Blitzo! Fizzarolli's maniacal evil laughter rang out all over the room.

To be continued…