Conflict is resolved

Fizzarolli was laughing maniacally, holding Blitz, pressing him to himself with one hand, and with the other he held an oblong object at his throat, resembling a knife blade in the semi-darkness. The imp closed his eyes, clenching his teeth, already preparing for his death, when he suddenly felt something soft being abruptly passed over his neck, forcing him to reflexively press his head into his shoulders. Blitz slowly opened his eyes, realizing that Fizz was no longer holding him, and then turned to the jester, holding throat slightly. The lighting became normal. — Well, Blitz, everything went so smoothly, but you just gave up, — Fizzarolli shook his head, feigning disappointment. In the hand that was at the imp’s throat earlier, there was a stiff cock’s feather of Ozzy, resembling a knife blade in its shape, — Now you are a corpse with your throat cut. Your blood gushes out of your dead body, pulsating. Or how did you describe all sorts of bloody horrors earlier, scaring me? — Fizzarolli was fooling around a little, describing a fictional death. Blitz squinted at the fool, crossing his arms on his chest in displeasure, tapping his foot. — Asshole! — The imp shouted, stamping his foot irritably, — I almost threw my hooves of horror, bitch! — Well, what did you think, I’m really going to cut you with a knife? I may have a little sadistic roots, but not that much, — the jester smiled innocently, shrugging his shoulders. Blitz just snorted, calming himself mentally, — In the end, it was necessary to create a “dangerous” situation for you ~ Be glad that I didn’t use a vibrator ~ — Fuck you buffoon! You’ll bring me to a heart attack, you brute! — Well, you know, — Fizz began to say, when he suddenly listened to some rustling coming from the corridor, — Wait, Blitz, I hear something. I’ll go check it out, — Fizz went to leave the room. Blitz stood in front of him with his arms outstretched. — No! No way! You will follow me, genius! — The imp took out a pistol from his bosom, and with his other hand blocked Fizzarolli protecting it. Jester just rolled his eyes, shaking his head, but did not dare to argue with him. Both demons made their way to the door leading to the corridor. Blitz hesitantly opened the door, looking out into the corridor with Fizz. Silence, on the one hand, on the other. Fizz looked around uncomprehendingly, and then noticed how a crowd of his little quivies was running from the left side of the corridor. He instantly grabbed Blitz with his limbs, lifting him high above him. The imp was at a loss, and then lowering his gaze noticed his friend’s dangerous pets and straining a little. The quivies themselves instantly ran up to Fizzarolli, happily buzzing and yapping, huddling around his legs. Fizz was smiling happily, because he loved his pets so much, despite the fact that these seemingly harmless creatures were once able to devour one imp alive in a matter of seconds on a walk in a matter of seconds. Blitz was sitting in the hands of the jester, anxiously watching a flock of small fly-flies running around the Fizzarolli. Fizz looked up at Blitz, and then start slowly lowered him to the floor. — You know, it wasn’t bad for me at the top… — Blitz said nervously, trying to climb higher in his hands and tucking his tail under him. But in the end he was put on the floor. The flies instantly paid attention to him, pricking up their ears and proboscis, fluttering their wings. — Guys, don’t eat him! He’s our friend, — Fizzarolli said in a commanding tone, and then bent down, picking up his pet — a white quivi on wheelchair. Blitz glanced briefly at the flies huddled at his feet, trying not to move and not to breathe just in case. — Cute pets you have, Fizz… — the imp smiled nervously, slightly pushing away with his foot one particularly annoying quivi, who looked at him with an obvious desire to devour. — Pfft. Are you so afraid of them, Blitz? They are not at all dangerous as they seem. You generally live with a hellhound, which in fact can devour you if it wants to. — Hey! Loona never tried to devour me! — Blitz was instantly indignant, slightly poking his finger into Fizz’s chest, to which he only raised an eyebrow skeptically, — Well, almost…

Memory:

The Hellhounds' shelter. Blitz decided he needed dedicated protection and a companion. Hellhounds are at least one of the lower classes among demons, along with imps, but most often performed the role of protection for their owner. Basically, hellhounds were rarely on their own, they were always personal guards for famous demons, such as succubus and incubus, as well as higher demons. In rare cases, hellhounds could serve imps, since they were on the same level and were considered the lowest class. Hellhounds performed the role of not only security, sometimes they could work at the simplest job, like a cashier, salesman, bartender, secretary and other routine. Since the hellhounds were also lower demons, although they were ten times stronger and more dangerous than the imps, then the imps themselves could have them. As they say, like to like. True, hellhounds considered themselves superior to imps, most often despising them, but it depends on the personality of the demonic dog. They took the higher-level demons more seriously, as they had their advantages over the hellhounds. On this day, Blitz decided that it was time for him to get himself a devoted hellhound, at the same time she would work for him, after all, he had an advantage among other imps and had his own big business, which already made him an important person in Hell. He walked past the prison-like cages, following the head of the shelter, who was also a hellhound. — So you need something like a gift for your wife, right? Well, we have options, let’s move on, there’s nothing to look at here, Mr. “O” Blitz stopped abruptly when he noticed two hellhounds in a dark cage. One of the hellhounds was small in stature, and threatened to kill the female hellhound, which outwardly resembled a wolf, and advanced on her with a bat. — Who is this? — Blitz asked, beckoning the head of the shelter. — This? A real nightmare. This is Loona. Has serious behavior problems. An obnoxious girl with uncontrollable aggression. She’ll be eighteen soon. Good riddance to her, she will no longer be a freeloader and arrange problems. An absolutely hopeless being who will never achieve anything in his life. Blitz noticed how Loona threw the pesky dog away from her, growling aggressively, but after that she began to squeeze into the corner, sitting on the cot, whining plaintively. The imp noticed complete despair in her gaze. He immediately realized that the hellhound had serious problems in life. And he couldn’t just let it go. — I’m taking her home, — Blitz said decisively, looking at the manager, who stared at him dumbfounded, although she had not shown any emotions before. This statement really came as a shock to her. — Are you sure about your choice? — Yes, I’m sure. I’m being absolutely serious right now. But if it’s not clear to you, then I can repeat it again: I’m taking. Loona. home. The hellhound was distracted from her thoughts, paying attention to a strange imp talking to the manager she hated, deciding to come a little closer, listening to the conversation. She couldn’t believe he were going to take her away from this terrible place. Blitz walked resolutely closer to the cage, looking at Loona. — Don’t get so close, mister! Loona immediately rushed to the cage bars, trying to get to the Blitz, clacking her teeth furiously. Blitz instantly recoiled from the cage, blinking, and then dusted off his suit from the dog saliva flying into it, shifting a satisfied look at the manager. — So, what documents do I need to sign? —You’re a madman… or a corpse. I will prepare everything that is necessary, if only you will take this fiend from here. If you survive… — The manager left, leaving Blitz alone with the cage where the aggressive hound was sitting. — Pfft, how many times life tried to kill me, lady, I’m tenacious! — The imp watched the manager with a skeptical look, and then turned his gaze to the Loona, watching her behavior, and then again noticed how she began to huddle in the corner of the cage, whining plaintively. — Hey, what happened? You don’t have to be afraid of me, Loona, — Blitz squatted down in front of the bars, watching the hound huddling in the corner. She looked at him incredulously, growling aggressively again, — Okay, okay, I understand you. Of course, we won’t be able to get along right away, am I right? Blitz tried to get Loona to talk, hoping for at least the slightest contact with her. She continued to growl at him, not trusting him at all, because she had enough betrayal in her life. She will not make mistakes anymore, she has clearly decided this. Loona couldn’t trust anyone, everyone seemed evil and cruel to her. The hellhound understood why she could have been taken from the shelter: To force her to do the terrible work that her past owners subjected her to, treating her extremely cruelly. Blitz was sitting quietly, leaning back against the cage, looking at something on his phone, waiting for the head of the shelter to return to him. After waiting for some time, Loona crept up to the imp sitting at the bars, hoping to get to him and kill him immediately, as she did with others who tried to take her from the shelter. It would be easier for her to get rid of another pathetic bastard who would despise her and force her to do hard work, mistreating her, training her the way he wanted. Lunging sharply at the bars, Loona missed and clung to one of the imp’s horns with her teeth, and hit her nose at the same time. Blitz screamed in fright and collapsed on the floor with his back banging his head and horns against the bars. Opening his eyes, lying on the floor, he saw in front of him the face of a hellhound, which was lying, trying to endure the pain experienced after the blow in which she was to blame. Loona opened her eyes, meeting his gaze with her own, and then narrowed her eyes, growling irritably. — Sorry, but my horns are not a toy, dear. It was dangerous, you know, — Blitz sat back down, brushing the dust off his suit. Loona just snorted angrily. — Fucking horns! I was aiming at a completely different place, but I missed! — Oh, and where were you aiming at, I wonder? — Blitz grinned, turning to the hellhound sitting on the floor like him, there was only a grate between them, which gave Blitz at least some safety. He kept looking at Loona, hoping that she would continue to make contact. Loona just snorted angrily, crossing her arms over her chest. — In your neck… asshole… Blitz blinked a couple of times, involuntarily rubbing his neck, thinking about it. — Well… You probably just want to play, right? — Blitz was absolutely innocent in front of her, not even noticing the danger in her. The Hellhound just squinted. — Yeah, with your bones, when I disembowel you, like as my cellmates and other visitors to this shit called the shelter! — Loona continued to show aggression towards him. Blitz just grinned. — Oh, honey, you should know how many times I hear similar phrases at my job. As you can see, all my bones are still inside me, — Blitz shrugged, and then took out a gun, checking it. Loona instantly recoiled from the bars, ears flattened like a hunted dog, growling only louder, dropping to all fours, sensing danger. Blitz looked at her worriedly, and then looked at his gun. — Oh, no, no, no, you shouldn’t be afraid of this, — Blitz quickly put the gun away, and then spread his arms out to the sides, as a sign that he is peaceful, — This is just a weapon that I need for my work. I’m not going to hurt you. How many times has Loona heard this phrase from others. She just didn’t believe this imp, even if he put the gun away. Loona looked at him contemptuously, not trusting him yet. And then she looked behind him, growling even louder. The red eyes began to glow brighter in the semi-darkness. Blitz looked at her blankly, and then looked back over his shoulder, noticing the guard who was going to open the cage, he had a lot of equipment with him in order to get the hellhounds out of the cage without any problems. — Come out in a good way, you pathetic bitch, — the guard grinned maliciously, holding a shocker behind his back, which after a while he demonstrated in front of Loona, turning it on, threatening her, opening the door. The hellhound whined plaintively, her whole fuse simply disappeared and she was absolutely defenseless and cowardly in front of him. Blitz noticed this and growled deep in his throat, pulling out his pistol, aiming directly at the guard. —Get the fuck out of your fucking shocker from her before I shove it up your ass and turn it on there, you bastard! — Blitz growled angrily, holding the guard at gunpoint, “I won’t repeat it twice. Get away from her! Loona stared dumbfounded at Blitz, seeing that he had protected her from the impending shock with a shocker. The guard himself did not stand on ceremony with him and did as he said, leaving the cage open. Blitz was still holding the gun in his hand, aiming at the guard, and approach the open grate, and then glanced at Loona. — He won’t hurt you, don’t worry, Loona. I won’t let anyone hurt you. I swear. Blitz was extremely serious, but at the same time he showed himself caring for Loona. The hound was still looking at the imp with disbelief, but after weighing all the pros and cons, she still decided to get closer to him. Blitz held out his hand to her, smiling amiably. Loona looked at him with narrowed eyes, but still held out her hand to him, taking his hand. Moreover, the imp still had a gun in his other hand and who knows, maybe this protection was another fake. Blitz put the gun away, seeing that it scares her, and then Loona calmed down a little, but decided for herself not to kill this imp yet. Blitz led her down the corridor, holding her hand, being proud and pleased. Loona herself followed him, sometimes snapping at other hellhounds sitting in cages.

***

Blitz brought Loona to his home, showing her everything he had. He allocated an empty room for her, arranging a bedroom there for her, even tidying up the mess there for her. Loona only watched in silence as the imp huddled in the apartment, doing the cleaning and creating the best living conditions for Loona. — So, Looney, this is your room. I don’t know what you like yet, but over time we’ll get you everything you want, dear,” Blitz said, showing Loona her room. The Hellhound walked cautiously around the room, looking around and exploring its new territory. The imp tapped his hand on the bed, offering Loona to lie down. — Yes, perhaps the bed is not the softest, but I tried to make it as comfortable as possible for you to sleep on it. I even tore the mattress out of my bed, putting it on your bed. Loona silently looked at him, but still decided to sit on the edge of her bed, trying it for softness, poking the mattress with her fingers. — Okay, I’ll probably leave you. After all, children should have their own territory and personal space. Which my fucking father never knew about… Loona paid attention to him, twitching her ear involuntarily, hearing disappointment in his tone, after all, hellhounds, after all, were able to read the emotions of others. — Allright. It’s been a pretty rough day for you, Looney, so I think you should rest. Good night, honey, — Blitz went to the exit of her room. Loona followed him with her gaze, and after thinking about it, she decided to say. — Good night… Blitz turned to her, blinked a couple of times, and then smiled, glad that she was still gradually coming into contact with him, after which he left her room, turning off the light and closing the door behind him.

One hellish night:

Loona woke up in the middle of the night, feeling very hungry. She got out of bed and walked out of her room, sniffing like she was out hunting. Her intuition led her to the room of Blitz, who was sleeping peacefully without suspecting anything. Loona’s gaze became even more predatory, she crept to his bed, and then climbed on it, hovering over him, growling softly menacingly. She was about to cling to him with her mouth open, when suddenly there was some kind of bone in her mouth. As it turned out, Blitz was no longer asleep, keeping the hellhound’s muzzle at a distance from himself with the help of a bone that remained as a souvenir after another contract killing. It was a human tibia bone. Loona was confused, continuing to hover over him, holding a human bone inserted by Blitz in her mouth, sometimes dripping her saliva on him. The imp himself looked dumbfounded at the hellhound, as if he was ready for her to attack. Or maybe his natural defensive reflexes and ingenuity just worked, since he guessed to slip a bone into the mouth of an attacking hellhound, which for some reason he kept as a souvenir, and even dragged it home. Loona slowly pulled away from him, still holding the bone in her teeth, but at the same time continued to squint at him. — Don’t eat me, damn it, I adopted you! And actually I fed you today! This phrase caused Loona to fall into a slight stupor and open her mouth from which that very bone fell out. There was no trace of her aggression. She stared blankly at the imp, trying to comprehend the phrase he had said. — You… what? — I adopted you, I told you, — Blitz said, crossing his arms over his chest, looking at Loona. The hound just stared at him in silence, trying to figure out if she had heard him correctly, — Well, you’re my daughter, in fact, and I’m your father. — You… adopted me? — Loona still decided to ask again. Blitz built a pokerface, and then sighed heavily, rubbed his eyes sleepily and got off his bed. — Follow me, Loona, — Blitz came out of his room. Loona followed him. Soon they came to the kitchen, where there was a certificate of adoption of a hellhound, whose name is Loona. The hellhound began to examine the certificate. It was unexpected for her to find out that she was adopted. Perhaps this is the first imp in her life who took her from the orphanage not as a servant, but as an adopted daughter. Does this happen? It turns out it happens and the Blitz proved it. — Is this not a joke? So you, being an imp, just adopted a hellhound, and did not make her your servant? Blitz drank water, and then turned to the hellhound, looking at her sleepily and yawning. — Exactly. Adopted. — Um… you’re weird… — I’m used to hearing this, Looney, — the imp grinned, putting a glass of water on the table, and then took the certificate, taking it with him, — I hope now you are convinced that you are my adopted daughter, and not a servant. Loona remained standing in the kitchen, mentally digesting the information. No one had tried to adopt her yet, and she didn’t remember her real parents. It was extremely unexpected for her that she was adopted by an imp, and not a representative among the hellhounds. This made her seriously think about her new life and reconsider her future attitude to the Blitz.

***

— Blitz, why the hell can’t you leave me alone, even for five minutes?! — Loona in human form, being on an earthly beach with her new acquaintance Vortex, was angry at Blitz, irritated by his persistence. — Because I adopted you! And that must mean something! — Blitz was a little angry at his adopted daughter for taking time off from work, although she did it not for the first time. Loona’s aggression and irritability had no limits. — It doesn’t mean anything! You’re not even my real father! When you adopted me, I was almost eighteen! — It still means! — It would be better not to mean! I didn’t need you then, you idiot! And now I don’t need you…

***

— Blitz… I… — Enjoy your break, Looney… I’ll go and kill someone! — Blitz said irritably, walking away from her. Loona felt very uncomfortable. At the end of the working day after the Spring Break, the I.M.P. team returned to the office again, having got their parking space back. Blitz was proud of himself outwardly, but every time he looked at Loona, it hurt him, because her words spoken on the beach began to sound in his head. It’s time for everyone to go home. Blitz was the last to leave the office, closing the door with a key behind him, and then went to the exit of the building. Loona was waiting for him on the street, as she usually did, sitting on her phone. The Hellhound turned her gaze to Blitz, who silently opened the car door and climbed inside. Loona felt lousy because of the words to Blitz said in a fit of anger. She was really ashamed of it. She also silently got into the car, slamming the door behind her, and then looked at Blitz, sitting behind the wheel with a tired and depressed look. The imp noticed the hellhound’s gaze on himself, but did not dare to look at her, just starting the car and they drove home in complete silence all the way. At home, Blitz wearily collapsed on the sofa of the living room before reaching the room. Meanwhile, Loona was about to go to her room, but still stopped, turning her head in the direction of her foster father lying on the sofa. The Hellhound approached him cautiously, peering over the back of the sofa. Blitz was silently doing something on his phone, and after noticing that Loona was nearby, he turned off the phone screen, putting it aside, deciding to turn on the TV. Loona gritted her teeth slightly, but decided to sit next to him. — Do you need something, Looney? — Blitz asked in a calm tone, not looking at her, flipping through the channels. — Blitz… What I said… — It’s all right, Loona. I’m used to it, — Blitz continued mindlessly clicking the remote. — But I really… I’m sorry… — Loona, forget it, it’s all right. I told you I’m used to it. I deserve it. Moreover, you know it yourself, — Blitz still looked at her. There was not a single emotion on his face, — I think you’re right and that you really didn’t need me then. Maybe it would have been better if someone else had adopted you.… — No… It’s not like that at all, Blitz, I really went too far! I was just angry.… So everything I’ve told you is not true, okay? — Yeah, Looney… — Blitz continued to click the remote. Loona frowned slightly, reading his condition due to her breakdown on him. — Blitz, I… — Loona, I want to tell you this: Don’t rush into a relationship, okay? I saw you staring at Verosika’s dog, but you know… This is literally the first guy you’ve ever seen. Did you really fall in love with him? You can’t fall in love with the first person you meet, honey… — Here… a difficult situation and… it turns out he already has a girlfriend, — Loona sighed in disappointment, — Well, but we became friends, so you can congratulate me on acquiring a friend… Wow… — Huh, like I said: Falling in love is dangerous. Especially in friends… Loona turned an incomprehensible look at him, not understanding why falling in love is dangerous. — Believe me, Looney, I know what I’m talking about. Here either a terrible tragedy happens because of falling in love, or it turns out that the one you love is already in a relationship. This is already a classic of the genre. — What kind of fucking tragedy should happen because you just fell in love? — For example, a fucking fire! I know what I’m talking about, Loona. I just want to protect you and that you don’t make my mistakes with this… Love… You fall in love with him, you want to confess your feelings to him, but fate is categorically against your union, and then a terrible tragedy happens… And this is definitely the end of everything. — How can a fire happen because you fell in love?! Blitz! — It doesn’t matter! But all this is possible… Loona silently listened to Blitz, trying to delve into what he was saying, as well as analyzing his behavior, feeling that something was wrong with him. — So be careful with falling in love, Looney. Who knows how the desire for recognition will end… Blitz lowered his gaze to the floor, gritting his teeth as if feeling pain. Loona noticed this, slightly pressing her ears to her head, feeling how bad he felt at one moment. She cautiously stretched out her hand to him. The imp turned sharply at her without blinking, and then looked incomprehensibly at her hand, slightly pulling away. — Okay, Looney, I think you’re probably hungry, so I’ll go and cook something, — Blitz got up from the sofa, retreating to the kitchen. Loona lowered her gaze, sighing softly, closing her eyes wearily with her palm, being already disappointed that the one she liked was already in a relationship, and her adoptive father was badly hurt by her words, but he also had his own heartache.

***

After dinner, Blitz was lying on the couch watching some boring movie to distract himself somehow. Meanwhile, Loona quietly crept up to him, slightly hovering over him, but the imp did not notice her, like everything else around him. The hellhound got as close to him as possible, and then slightly bit one of his horns with her teeth, drawing his attention to herself. Blitz lazily shifted his gaze to her, raising an eyebrow slightly questioningly. — Are your teeth itching, Loona…? Loona realized that she was caught off guard for her dog-like behavior, which was difficult for her to control, but sometimes she showed it and she couldn’t help herself and like any other dog, she had a hellish desire to gnaw and bite something. — Sort of, and now don’t bother me, — Loona snorted, indicating with a gesture of her hand that he should continue watching TV. Blitz shrugged his shoulders, and then turned his gaze to the TV. In addition to the dog behavior, Loona was just bored and she was looking for a way to have fun. She just kept biting her foster father’s horn with her teeth, already leaning on him on the couch. He lay quietly, not distracted by her at her own request. Also, Loona just wanted to include this imp in part of her dog entertainment, because it would be more fun, especially since she was slightly annoyed by his slight depression, which she wanted to end. The hellhound continued to nibble lightly on one of his horns, leaning on him on the sofa. After a couple of seconds, Blitz let out a dissatisfied purring and hissing, banging his tail on the sofa. Loona was surprised, for the first time noticing his natural behavior of an imp. — Stop it, Loona, these are not dog bones for you. You’re encroaching on the holy things of the imps, ugh, no matter how it sounds in Hell… — What’s wrong? Are you in pain or something? Hellhound asked, looking at Blitz. — No, it doesn’t hurt, but horns are an important part of the appearance of all imps. Of course I love you and allow a lot, but still let’s be careful with them Loona softened a little over him, but did not leave the horns alone, this time gently biting. It was a novelty for her to learn such information about the imp with whom she lived under the same roof. Soon Loona left his horns alone, but she didn’t leave him alone. She was so dog-bored. She began to whine slightly, to which Blitz reacted instantly, looking at her with concern. The Hellhound noticed that her foster father reacted to her every sound, signifying some kind of experience. — Looney, what’s wrong? Are you in pain? Did you get hurt by my horns while gnawing on them?! Loona blinked a couple of times, and then shook her head negatively, putting her muzzle on top of his head, slightly pressing her ears to head. The imp’s anxiety grew. — But why are you whining then? — Uh… I’m just bored, okay?! — Loona snorted in annoyance, as she did not want to admit the fact that was obvious to her. — Bored? Well… what do hellhounds usually do? Are you tired of sitting on the phone or have you run out of Internet? — Blitz, damn you! I’m just bored of sitting on the phone, an amazing phenomenon, isn’t it?! — Hush, hush, Looney, don’t get mad, honey… — Blitz tried to calm the irritated hellhound, but she only snorted, and then thought about something, — What can I do for you? Loona thought, looking at the imp thoughtfully, and then pressed him to her, putting her head on top of his head. Blitz calmly accepted this with a shrug of his shoulders, and then drew attention to the slightly wagging dog’s tail. The imp smiled slightly at this phenomenon, unwittingly wagging his tail himself. Loona noticed this oddity after taking a closer look at the Blitz, but memorize this new fact about her adoptive father. As a result, they were both distracted by the TV on, where there was some movie on which the imp and the hellhound suddenly stared, experiencing identical emotions from watching. — That’s stupid, look at him. Where are you going? — Blitz swore at the actor of the film. — I give you a guarantee, he will die in three seconds, — Said Loona, watching what is happening in the film. As a result, what happened was voiced by the hellhound. — Sucker! — Blitz shouted, throwing a pillow at the TV, managing to knock it down, and then looked awkwardly at Loona. The hellhound built a pokerface initially, but still quietly grinned from this fool. — Yeah, and which one of you two is a sucker now? — Loona chuckled, grinning slightly, wagging her tail. Blitz snorted, crossing his arms over his chest. — Well, you know, I’ll never die as stupidly as he did. I will die either even dumber or heroically to leave my mark on history, — Blitz proudly declared. After this phrase, Loona aggressively growled at him, hovering over him on the couch, — What… What’s wrong, Looney? — Don’t ever fucking say that again, moron! — Oh, okay, — Blitz shrugged his shoulders, and then looked towards the window, and there was some noise on the street that attracted the attention of both, — Satan’s ass, are the bums fucking again?! Where is my camera when I need it so much?! — Do you… shoot on camera how homeless people fuck…? — Loona twisted her muzzle, looking at Blitz, — Disgusting… — I shoot how not only homeless people fuck, I also shoot Millie and Moxie. — What the fuck? — Yes, I’m doing it! — You’re a moron… and a pervert — Well, the psychologist say such words to me, so I’m not offended by your insults, Looney. The Hellhound rolled her eyes, shaking her head, but still got used to the company of her strange foster father-imp, who returned the TV to its place, turning it on again, returning to the sofa, and the hellhound continued to sit next to him, watching some movie with him again. At one point, she rubbed her nose against the top of his head like a dog, making him tense up. He looked at her blankly, not understanding her behavior and a little worried about it, since he was used to her not being so close to him usually. But he still decided not to do anything, sitting quietly on the couch while the hound snuggled up to him and by that time was already slightly licking the top of his head, satisfying his canine needs, gradually falling asleep on him.

***

Loona was walking alone in the park, while on the phone, when she suddenly came across a gang of imps-gangsters armed with various weapons, threatening the life of a hellhound. — And what are you going to do to me, fuckers? How scary, I just shit myself out of fear. Get out of here before I disembowel your… — Loona threatened the gangsters, but her whole fuse disappeared completely as soon as one of the imps took out a shocker. The hellhound immediately fell silent, starting to move back, while a group of gangsters was advancing on her, — Fuck, now I could use some help… — Loona said softly, involuntarily looking around. One of the gangsters jumped in her direction with a knife, but at the same second he was shot in the head. Loona closed her eyes at that moment, but after the shot she opened her eyes, seeing a corpse under her feet, and after looking around, she saw a black horned silhouette with glowing yellow and maliciously narrowed eyes nearby. And she will recognize this silhouette anywhere, because it was Blitz, who sensed danger for his adopted daughter and instincts worked perfectly. Mentally, Loona was damn glad he showed up on time. Blitz jumped out in front of the gangsters, blocking Loona with himself, holding a gun in his hands while the gangsters surrounded them. — I see all you’re tired of living, right? — Blitz growled threateningly, looking at each of the gangsters with a hateful look, — Well, who wants to die first? I give you a chance to choose! The gangsters stood confused at first, but at one point one of the demons abruptly rushed at Blitz, hitting him in the back with a shocker. Loona was scared first of all, because she saw a heavily loaded shocker that she was threatened with, and they hit Blitz with it, and then she kicked the offender with her hind paw so that he flew off to the side. However, Blitz only staggered a little after the current, and then straightened up, brutally crunching his neck. — It’s funny, but it’s not so easy to knock me out, because I once got stoned with tranquilizers, so I’m resistant to this bullshit, — Blitz grinned, after which he calmly shot the imp with a shocker, and then dealt with the rest. But he did not know yet that a sneak was waiting for him in the form of a hidden gangster who attacked from behind, stabbing Blitz in the side with a knife, severely wounding him. Blitz collapsed to the ground, growling in pain, holding on to the wound, dropping his weapon and glaring at the gangster who decided to finish him off. Loona was doused with rage, she jumped out on all fours right in front of the gangster, blocking Blitz, slightly covering him with her tail, protecting him and growling furiously. — Don’t you fucking dare, you bastard! I’ll fucking tear you apart! — The hellhound rushed at him, instantly executing his sentence, quickly dealing with the offender. Having finished with him, she returned to the Blitz, looking worriedly at his bleeding wound, — Blitz… — Ngh… I’m fine, Looney… Are you all right? — Blitz stood up, clutching the bleeding wound with his hand, shushing in pain. — Fool… I’m fine, can’t you see for yourself which of the two of us is really not okay at the moment? — Loona came closer to him, holding out her hands in his direction, but Blitz waved her away. — Don’t, Loona, I’m fine, — Said Blitz, slightly moving away from her, — The regeneration of the imps is fast, but this wound will take a couple of days… Loona frowned, noticing that he had avoided physical contact, but still insisted on taking the imp in her arms for the first time. If he constantly climbed to her earlier by himself, then she pushed him away, but when she wanted to show physical contact to him, then he avoided it and this was a strange phenomenon for a hellhound. The blitz turned out to be so easy for her that she was even surprised how the wind didn’t blow it away. — No shit! You’re so light… — Loona looked at the imp in her arms in amazement. Blitz made a face of discontent — Loona?! — Blitz was slightly indignant, and then looked at her with displeasure, crossing his arms over his chest, — Put your father down, now! However, it seemed funny to the hellhound to hold this imp in his arms. She just carried him on, and at the same time her tail wagged slightly. — Loona, who did I just say that to?! Put me down! — Blitz was extremely dissatisfied with Loona’s behavior, — Loona, imps can bite too! Painfully. — Oh, so you will dare bite me, Blitz? — Loona looked intently at the imp in her arms, but noticed that he was serious. — I will not look at the fact that you are my daughter, who bit me many times and I endured it, you know! Now put me down right now! Loona thought about it, holding him in her arms, but then she grinned, just continuing to carry him on. — Didn’t I make myself clear enough, young lady? — Oh, hush, silly, — the hellhound said, smiling slightly. Passersby looked at them, whispering among themselves. Blitz was embarrassed, trying to escape from her hands, being not happy with the fact that he and Loona were being stared at. Not coming up with anything better, the imp just scratched the hellhound behind the ear, from which she immediately stopped, froze in a stupor, starting to reflexively twitch her leg, loosening her grip. Taking advantage of this, Blitz got out of her hands, grinned proudly and went himself towards the house. Loona growled softly in annoyance, not appreciating such a trick, and then followed Blitz all the way home.

***

— Ouch, Loona! Let me do it myself… — Blitz said, shushing with pain, while Loona was treating his wound, — Loona! — Shut up, you fool! You’re yelling so much that you’re interfering with my concentration! — Loona said irritably, continuing to treat the imp’s wound while he lay on the sofa with his arms crossed over his chest. After finishing the wound treatment, the hellhound took away the first aid kit, and then returned to the sofa to Blitz, looking at him with concern. He looked at her, raising an eyebrow questioningly. — Thank you for saving me, Blitz… — You’re welcome, Looney. I know you’re afraid of shockers, and gangsters have them from somewhere. I don’t think you want to go anywhere alone anymore, right? Only in my company, young lady! Mind you! Now Blitz looked like a rather strict but caring father. Loona still understood his status in the family, so she just nodded silently, agreeing with him.

***

— No! — Blitz shouted, turning away from Loona, rolling his eyes. — But, Blitz, why?! — Loona was a little annoyed, as she was forbidden to go to a nightclub. — Because I told you no! It’s dangerous, Loona! I don’t want any perverts staring at you! — Okay, then let’s go together? — Loona thought to find a solution in this option. — Absolutely NO! — Even louder than last time, Blitz shouted, shaking his head and waving his hands. — Why are you refusing?! — I don’t want to get FUCKED there! There are so fucking more perverts out there! — You… what?! — Loona grimaced, looking at him incomprehensibly, — What the fuck they fuck you for?! — Because they can… And I can not refuse it in time,” Blitz laughed awkwardly, shrugging his shoulders. The hound’s eye twitched nervously, — There was already an experience… There were cases, just relatively recently, but it wasn’t so terrible, although it could have been more qualitative. — You’re disgusting… — I know. — Okay, then let’s go to the shopping center in the department for occultists? — Uh… — Blitz grimaced a little, thinking about this proposal, — Do you really want this? Loona was thinking how to persuade this imp to let her go somewhere, and then she came up with an idea. She slightly grinned at her thoughts, and then sat down on the floor in front of the Blitz, innocently looking at him with a puppy’s gaze, wagging her tail and slightly tilting her head to one side. — Oooh, no, no, don’t even hope, it won’t work a second time! — Blitz slightly turned his gaze away from her, crossing his arms over his chest, — If I said no, then no, and don’t even try to persuade me, Princess! — Pleeeeease, let’s go there together! — Loona made the cutest face she could. Blitz slightly narrowed his eyes, crossed his arms over his chest, tapping his tail on the floor, but still gradually broke down in front of this cute puppy face. Loona acted even more intence, slightly rubbing her nose against him. Few people knew, but at home Loona behaved with Blitz more friendly than in the office or on missions, where it seemed that she hated him at all. After all, there is a calmer atmosphere at home, plus a safe place where Loona feel at ease. The imp rolled his eyes slightly, grinning, and then looked at the innocent hellhound wagging its tail like a little puppy. In a fit of canine instincts, she licked him a couple of times, making him laugh a little. — Okay, okahay, stop it! We’re going where you’re so eager to go, — Blitz waved his hand slightly away from her, letting out a quiet laugh, — After all, I’m ready to sacrifice a lot for you, Looney. Even with my own life. Loona frowned slightly when he brought up the topic of the risk to his life again, well, she didn’t like this topic and wanted to punch him right away for this. — If you continue the topic about the risk to your life, I’ll punch you, Blitz! — Okay, fine, Looney, I get it, — Blitz smiled nervously, not wanting to anger his adopted daughter, — Well, get ready, we’ll go where you want so much. But just don’t be long, we have to go to work tomorrow. — Okay, da… ahem! Blitz… — snorted Loona, going to her room to change into street clothes. Still, she was pleased that she had persuaded Blitz to go where she wanted. Moreover, she wanted her to have company at least in the form of him, since she has no friends yet, except Vortex. In the end, she hoped to meet the same hellhounds of Goths in this department, like herself, in order to find friends.

The end of memories

Blitz squinted incredulously at the small flies, and then glanced at Fizz, who was happily messing with them. The fool glanced at the imp, and then smiled slyly. — I take it you’re still afraid of your hellhound, aren’t you? — Fuck you, I’m not afraid of Loona, and sometimes I can be strict with her. I have to do it in difficult moments, — Blitz said, speaking about it with a slight degree of dislike, as he began to think that he was becoming like his father with this severity. — Okay, I have to admit, you still have a pretty nice father-daughter relationship. Although at first it might seem that she hates you. — She doesn’t hate me at all. This is clearly, Fizz, — Blitz said, and then thought sharply, —Probably… — You can be sure, Blitz. She’s definitely in better contact with you at home than in public. And now let’s go walk with my pets, because it’s time for a walk! I’ll trust you with my Precious, otherwise everyone else will trample it. He’s special to me, — Fizz handed the white quivi in a wheelchair into Blitz’s hands. The imp tried not to breathe, holding in his hands a creature that could devour despite the fact that he was disabled. The white quivi began to sniff Blitz, who still did not move and hardly breathed while Fizzarolli fastened a leash to each quivi. Blitz stared at the creature in his hands, hoping it wouldn’t devour him. He cautiously stretched out his hand to his face. Quivi only rubbed gently against his hand. He had no intention of attacking the imp. — Oh, he hasn’t eaten me yet, hooray, — Blitz grinned, lightly stroking the little quivi, who in response rubbed his proboscis lightly against his fingers. — So, my little flies are ready for a walk, Blitz, I recommend holding on to me tighter, because the speed will be great. — Okay.… Wait, what do you mean?! Fizzarolli put Blitz behind his back, putting his hands on his waist and the second holding a leash with a flock of quivi who were preparing to run. After tapping his heels a couple of times, the fool made wheels appear instead of them, like roller skates. Blitz watched this transformation in surprise, and then Fizz turned to him with a sly smile. — Ready? — No? And at the same moment, the flies instantly jerked out of their place, pulling Fizzarolli with them. Blitz, meanwhile, clung to the fool with all his limbs, wrapping his tail around him, creating additional support for himself so as not to fall off him. — Cool, do you agree? Fizz asked, laughing merrily, turning his head slightly back at Blitz, who was trying to stay on him, managing to deftly control the quivi at the same time so that they turned in the right direction. — CHIRST ON THE FUCKING STICK! — That’s all Blitz could say, not getting used to such speed, although he could drive like crazy in his car.

***

The imps were sitting on a bench in the park while Fizz’s dangerous pets were calmly walking around the territory, far from running away from the owner. Blitz sat pressed into the bench tensely, after such a walk. Fizz stared at him in silence, barely suppressing the urge to laugh at his appearance. At one point, Blitz jumped off the bench, running into the nearest bushes to throw up. After all, he was not very good with the vestibule apparatus. Fizz burst out laughing because he was amused. — Very funny, jester! — Blitz came out of the bushes, staggering slightly, and then plopped down next to him on a bench, almost lying on it, looking at him accusingly. Fizzarolli just smiled innocently, looking at him, slightly tilting his head to the side so that the bells of the hat fell on Blitz’s face. The imp silently removed the ends of his hat from his face, continuing to look at the fool slightly accusingly. Fizz couldn’t restrain himself, laughing again and leaning on him and now both of them were lying like fools on the bench while flies were running around, sometimes throwing themselves at someone and devouring them alive not for the first time. The imps were lying on the bench, sometimes lazily pokes each other as a joke for fun.

Meanwhile…

Striker was sitting in the house of a dangerous mafia, that is, Crimson, who is also Moxxie’s father. The union of the two villains was not destroyed, despite the fact that both of them, like suckers, were humiliated by two imps, one of whom is a hired killer, and the second is just a jester. Crimson planned a brutal revenge for these two, deciding to keep Striker with him, because he was a pretty strong fighter, and Crimson needs such. And so they were sitting in his office, discussing a plan to destroy two stupid imps who humiliated them by making them look like real idiots. — You can’t imagine how much I want to destroy all this vile devil of whores, including my main enemy: Blitz… — Striker was incredibly angry, clutching a glass of wine in his hand so hard that it split in his hand, — Especially since I have had my own accounts with this imp for a long time. He will pay for the remaining burns on me… There were indeed burns on Striker’s body after the explosion, after Blitz blew up a canister near him, shooting at it to save Fizz, although this almost killed not only him, but also Fizzarolli, but there was no other way out. The cruciform and brightest burn was now right on the nose, and a shapeless spot on the cheek, closer to the eye, of the tall imp, plus several burns on the body and on the tail. — I know, Striker. But I would like to get rid of this vile jester more, who has fooled us all around his finger along with his friend! — I propose to destroy the whole vile four, but to do this you need to destroy the weak link: Blitz! After all, only he is able to protect the horny slut Prince Stolas and no less slut turkey and stupid jester! Crimson thought deeply, comprehending the plan of revenge in his head, and then it dawned on him and he smiled maliciously, rubbing his palms. — No, Striker. I have a better idea to have less work, — Crimson said, grinning, — Why destroy such a strong rival, who is a professional hired killer, if you can make him work for us? — Sir, are you serious? — Striker looked at the mafia imp incomprehensibly, but then the meaning of this idea came to him, — Oh, I think I understand you. — Exactly, Striker. But to do this, you will have to try hard. — The mafia has extremely cruel tortures that no one has ever endured, right? — No, stupid. I’m not going to dirty my hands with his blood. We need him whole. Almost whole, — Crimson grinned, rubbing his palms, — He needs to knock out his memory well in order to put the information we need into it. Literally reprogram it. To do this, you need to cause amnesia in him, as well as take advantage of it. Crimson took a syringe with a green glowing liquid out of his pocket and put it on his desk. Striker looked at the syringe blankly. — What is it, sir? — Something that will help us reprogram this killer’s memory faster. He will be very useful to us in the future. He is quite strong, agile and agile, and he showed it last time. These are commendable qualities, considering that he is a murderer. Such valuable workers cannot be lost, now it is rare to meet a really worthwhile fighting imp. Moreover, he clearly has something special in genetics, just like you, Striker. Which makes him completely different, — Crimson said with an evil grin, lighting his cigar, sitting importantly on his chair, — So forget about your goal to destroy him. Make him come over to our side. — It’s hard to find him alone, sir. Moreover, he has recently been revolving around this stupid jester, who, as it turned out, can hit and hurt badly. Bastard… — Striker growled angrily, rubbing his bandaged side after Fizzarolli had wounded him with sharp heels last time, saving Blitz. — Yes, but still this buffoon is useless and doesn’t have enough combat skills. But he’s not as dumb as it turns out. If we set Blitz up against him, then it will be easier to destroy the others as well. Whatever one may say, the jester is not a weakling either, but he definitely will not be able to defeat a professional killer in the upcoming battle between them. We will set him up against the jester, and then he will destroy all other obstacles. Including my stupid son and his bitch wife. And then we’ll see what happens next. Dismissed, Striker. The cowboy grinned, agreeing completely with his boss’s plan, and then got up from his seat, heading for the exit. — It will be done, boss~

***

Meanwhile, it was already evening. Blitz and Fizz spent the whole day walking with quivis, having fun at the same time, like in the good old days. They walked along the path, watching the frolicking flies, being next to each other, involuntarily holding each other’s tails. By that time, Striker had already figured them out in one of the parks of the Ring of Lust, thinking how to make them separate among themselves. The predatory royal quivis were also an obstacle for him, but he knew what to do so in order to distract them. He blew a special whistle for hellhounds, which also affected everyone who was at least a small fraction of a dog. The flies stopped abruptly, looking around. Fizzarolli looked at them incomprehensibly, and then noticed Blitz squinting, covering his ears with his hands, while making a hiss, shaking his head. — Blitz?! What happened?! — Fizz was worried about his friend’s condition, but he was also worried about the behavior of randomly running and whining mixed with the loud buzzing of quivis, — What’s going on? — STOP IT! — Blitz shouted loudly, squinting and clutching his head tightly with his hands, already whining softly himself. Striker just grinned, seeing how an ordinary dog demonic whistle affected an ordinary imp — Blitz?! Are you being tortured by voices again?! Blitz, come on… — Fizzarolli took him by the shoulders, trying to figure out what was wrong with him. By that time, the quivis had disappeared from sight. Fizzarolli noticed that his pets ran away, panicking even more, but the panic was also due to the fact that something unclear was happening with Blitz, who was already climbing somewhere high from the unbearable pain in his ears because of the whistle, possibly hoping to get rid of the creepy sound. Meanwhile, Fizz noticed Striker hiding and snarled angrily, clenching his hands into fists. — Hey, motherfucker! Striker turned his head sharply in the direction of the jester, realizing that he was panic, and then grinned, pointing the gun directly at Blitz sitting high on a lamppost, just as Fizzarolli was preparing to attack the cowboy. — One sharp move and your friend is finished, whore! Fizzarolli was trapped. He was afraid for Blitz’s life, periodically looking at him then at Striker, growling annoyingly with anger and his defenseless position. Striker was still holding Blitz at gunpoint, waiting for the moment, and then he grinned angrily, shooting at Blitz. Fizz immediately reacted by grabbing Blitz with his limbs, hoping to quickly lower him from the post, saving him from a bullet, but then another shot followed, managing to hit both limbs of Fizzarolli, thanks to the accuracy of the Striker, which caused them to fail, unable to hold Blitz and he collapsed from a great height, smacking with all his might on the ground. Fizz’s sprawled and glitchy limbs were now lying on the ground, and the jester was desperately trying to use them again. Blitz opened his eyes slightly, being severely weakened after hitting the ground, and then noticed Fizz’s glitchy and sparkling metal limbs around him, but he didn’t have enough strength for anything and he just lost consciousness. Striker took advantage of the moment and tied Fizzarolli to a tree with his broken limbs. — You won’t be in the way now, you pathetic whore. I would have shot you, but it would have been too easy. You will stay alive for further torment, you a hornless disgrace. And this is for my wounded side, you bastard, — Striker shot at both of the jester’s legs, which also caused them to break and no longer function. Fizzarolli growled furiously, trying to get out of his own hands, and then watched as Striker picked up the unconscious Blitz, tied it with a rope and threw it over his shoulder and took it with him to an unknown direction. — BASTARD! BRING HIM BACK! SCUM! — Fizz was in an incredible rage, his sclera turned red and his iris turned white, as the demonic natural rage woke up, but everything instantly disappeared as soon as one of the broken limbs hit him with an electric shock. The fool screamed desperately in a fit of intense anger and annoyance. Gathering his last strength and concentrating on at least one of his hands, he took out his phone from his pocket, managing to dial Asmodeus' number to report what had happened. — Fizzarolli, where are you?! — The King of Lust desperately shouted in panic, clutching the phone in his hand, greatly worried. Stolas, who was nearby, was in an equally anxious state after learning that Blitz had been kidnapped by Striker and Fizzarolli was in a desperate situation. — I’m in Central Park, Ozzy. Calculate my location with the help of Stolas, I have no more strength left… — Fizzarolli squeezed his eyes shut, trying to use the only working hand, which soon turned off like the rest of the limbs and the phone collapsed to the ground, as did the non-working limb. Fizz sobbed, realizing what a hopeless situation he was in, tied up with his own hands and worried about the abduction of Blitz, but hoped that Ozzy and Stolas would find him as soon as possible in a huge park.

***

Meanwhile, Blitz woke up lying on an old bed in some strange room of gloomy tones and green dim lighting. The imp looked around incomprehensibly, but did not remember anything. Neither what happened to him, nor his name. Nothing. Striker and Crimson entered his room, accompanied by mafia henchmen. Blitz became alert, leaning against the headboard of the bed, feeling the dang’er on a subconscious level. Crimson came closer to him, sitting on the edge of the bed. — Don’t be afraid. No one will harm you, — the Mafioso said, looking at the tense imp with an ostensibly benevolent look. Blitz was scared of the unknown around him, he didn’t understand where he was, who he was and who all these demons were. — Where am I…? Who am I…? — Blitz still decided to quietly ask the mafia boss. He just smiled good-naturedly. — Your name is Blitzo, but the “o” is not pronounced in your name, because you hate it. So from now on, your name is Blitz. You are a professional killer working for the Crimson Mafia, that is, me. — Blitz… without “o”? — The imp repeated softly, still trusting the mafia a little, — I’m a killer …? — That’s right, my boy. You are our strongest and most valuable fighter. Blitz’s neck itched slightly and he involuntarily scratched it. There was a puncture mark, but barely noticeable, only itchy, like a mosquito bite. — Don’t scratch yourself, Blitz. You can comb it and put the infection there. — Excuse me, Mr. Crimson… — Blitz said guiltily, rubbing his aching head, — Why does my head hurt so much…? — You lost your memory because of your enemies while you were on a mission to destroy them. Nothing, all of us can be defeated, Blitz. It’s not your fault, my boy. Uncle Crimson will help you restore your memory, because you are a member of a mafia family! — I have a family…? — Blitz looked at Crimson with interest, who grinned. — Of course. Everyone involved in the mafia becomes a member of the mafia family. And you are our most important and valuable family member — Am I… valuable? It’s true? — Blitz’s eyes shone slightly, like a joyful child’s, and his tail wagged slightly at the same time. Striker only grimaced, but Crimson enjoyed controlling his new toy the way he wanted. According to certain mafia traditions, he kissed the joyful imp on the forehead, and then shook his hand. — The most valuable and best member of the mafia family, Blitz. And you are the most cruel and merciless killer. I think you need to remember all your skills as a professional killer, kid. We have a special training ground. And also after dinner I will tell you about your enemies that you should kill. But I’ll say right away that your main goal is him, — Crimson took a photo of Fizzarolli out of his pocket, —This damn jester is to blame for what happened to you… because of him you lost your memory. — By the way, why is my skin white in places? — Blitz asked, already standing at the mirror and looking at the white spots on the skin. — Oh… that’s… That jester did a terrible thing to you once. He brutally set you on fire, so this is your greatest enemy. He ruined your life and he’s the first one you have to destroy. He is incredibly cunning and able to deftly deceive, but you are stronger than him. So, what happened to your face and body… It’s purely his fault. And these white spots are burns. Blitz listened to Crimson in silence, looking attentively at the photo of Fizzarolli in his hands. The injected substance began to work slowly, the sclera of the Blitz turned red on a permanent basis and the iris turned white and he began to get very angry and annoyed, and then took out a pistol from his bosom, shooting directly into the photo, without touching the hands of the Crimson. He grinned proudly. — Good boy. So, what’s your goal, Blitz? — To destroy this fucking jester who is to blame for my scars and for the fact that I lost my memory… — Blitz said angrily, growling angrily. — Well done. By the way, he constantly teases you with a name you hate with an “o” at the end. Because of this, you want to instantly destroy anyone who says that name out loud. You’re not a Blitzo. You’re a Blitz. “O” is silent now. — I get it, sir… — And now let’s all go to dinner! Quick, I said! What are you all staring at, stupid fishes?! Everyone left the room, but only the angry Blitz remained in it, whose eyes were brightly illuminated in red. He cast an evil glance at the shot photograph, picking it up, examining it, and then grinned maliciously. — Your memory was quickly restored, Blitz, — Striker appeared in the room, coming up behind the imp, putting his hand on his shoulder. Blitz turned to look at him, raising a questioning eyebrow. — Okay, who are you? — Striker. I’m your murder partner. — Striker, then. I’ll remember. — You have no idea how glad we are that your memory is almost restored, Blitz. You are really very valuable in our mafia family. — i get it, Striker. I hope I won’t let all you down. — You won’t let us down, you can be sure. This pathetic jester is not really a fighter, but avoid his outstretched arms, because he can grab and strangle you. But you can also damage his limbs, and then he will be completely defenseless. — I’ll memorize that, colleague, — Blitz grinned, shaking Striker’s hand. — And now let’s go to dinner, Crimson is waiting. Blitz followed Striker, but the evil expression on his face did not leave him, now becoming a familiar emotion for him. But before sending Blitz to carry out the main mission, Crimson checked all his abilities in combat and handling firearms, making sure that he would not let him down. And also sent him to kill several recently acquired enemies, bringing either a severed head or a severed limb as proof, or the corpse itself in a bag, or some kind of thing left over from the deceased owner. — You’re ready now, Blitz. Go and take revenge on that fucking whore-jester! Striker handed Blitz the sacred rifle, grinning. — You know what it’s for, kid. — Pfft, after everything I’ve done, I’m definitely not a kid anymore, — Blitz snorted, looking at the rifle in his hands, and then put it behind his back, securing it there on a belt, after which he left the mafia territory, going in search of his main enemy — Fizzarolli…

To be continued…