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I started writing this story before the full moon episode came out, so there might me some inconsistencies in the original lore of the story.

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The familiar ding of the I.M.P. office doorbell broke through the routine chatter as Blitz, Moxxie, Millie, and Loona wrapped up their latest hit. The crew was full of adrenaline from their success, the violent job still fresh in their minds. It was all part of the life they led—an unending cycle of contracts, chaos, and survival in Hell.

"Hey, did you see that? I almost didn't think we'd make it out alive!" Blitz exclaimed, leaning back in his chair, a mischievous grin plastered on his face."You mean you almost didn't make it out alive," Moxxie shot back, shaking his head as he tried to wipe some blood off his suit. "If it weren't for Millie, you'd be dead."

"Thanks for the reminder, Mox," Millie chimed in with a playful smirk, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "You know I'm just trying to keep you safe, Blitz. Someone has to!" Loona, sprawled across the couch with her phone in hand and rolled her eyes. "You guys should really get a room with your ridiculous bragging, someone's going to get hurt."

As they bickered, the atmosphere felt charged, alive with the thrill of their latest job. But the moment was short-lived, pierced by a sudden, ominous sound. An alarm blared from the ceiling, a shrill warning that cut through their laughter like a knife.

"Uh, what is that?" Moxxie asked, eyes wide with concern. "Dunno, but it can't be good!" Blitz replied, his expression turning serious. He jumped to his feet, heart racing. "Loona, check the news. We need to know what's going on."

Loona quickly scrolled through her phone, her expression immediately changed once she saw it. "It's bad, really bad. The Extermination it's..... happening....right now and they’re coming here...."

"The extermination? but....they have never been to this part of the ring before...." Blitz asked in confusion. A heavy silence fell over the room. Blitz felt a chill run down his spine.

The Extermination. An event as infamous as it was terrifying, where angels descended from Heaven, armed with divine wrath and a thirst for demon blood. It was a slaughter—a massacre where demons were stripped of their lives, leaving nothing but corpses in their wake.

Blitz looked at the sky in shock. "Get your weapons!" Blitz barked, snapping back into action. "We need to move, now!"

Panic surged through the crew as they scrambled to gather their gear. Moxxie fumbled with his gun, while Millie checked her blades with a determined glint in her eyes. Loona rushed to the door, peering outside, her expression grim.

"Blitz, it's chaos out there. We need to get out of the office before they find us!"

"Let's move!" Blitz shouted, adrenaline pumping through his veins as they bolted out of the office. The streets of Hell lay before them, a hellscape painted in blood and despair. Smoke billowed into the air, shrouding the city in darkness, and the distant sounds of screams echoed, mixing with the haunting songs of angels.

The crew ran through the streets, dodging debris and the bodies of fallen demons. Blitz's heart raced as he took in the horrifying scene around him. Demons lay lifeless, their blood pooling on the cobblestone roads. Others fled in terror, their screams ringing out like a twisted symphony.

"Stay close!" Blitz commanded, his instincts kicking in as he led the way. The crew weaved through the chaos, desperation pushing them forward. Moxxie stumbled over a fallen demon, his heart pounding in his chest. Millie grabbed his arm, pulling him back to his feet, urgency in her voice.

"Keep moving! We can't slow down!"

Just as they turned a corner, a blinding light filled the street, illuminating the shadows of Hell. The crew froze, their breath hitching in their throats as they beheld a figure descending from the heavens. An angel, wings spread wide, floated down, a halo glinting menacingly above its head. It wielded a sword, shimmering with divine energy, ready to strike. 

"Run!" Blitz yelled, shoving Moxxie forward. The crew bolted, heartbeats pounding in their ears as they fled from the angel's gaze. The air crackled with tension, a palpable fear that clung to them like smoke.

"Blitz, it's too fast!" Loona cried, glancing back. The angel followed, like a predator closing in on its prey. "We can't let it catch us!" Blitz grunted, pushing himself harder, his legs burning as they sprinted through the streets.

Suddenly, a blast of light surged past them, almost hitting Millie, who yelped in surprise. "It almost got me!"

"Stick together!" Blitz shouted, urgency lacing his voice. "We can't afford to get separated!" They dashed into a narrow alley, hoping to find shelter. The sound of wings flapping above filled their ears, the angel circling like a hawk. Moxxie's heart raced as he leaned against a wall, gasping for breath.

"This is insane! We're.... going to die here!" he panted, fear gripping his heart.

"We can't think like that!" Blitz urged, trying to rally their spirits. "We just need to find a way to survive!" Millie's eyes darted around, searching for an escape route. "There's an old warehouse up ahead. We can hide there!"

"Lead the way!" Blitz said, taking charge as they rushed toward the warehouse. They burst through the door, slamming it shut behind them. The creaking sound echoed ominously in the darkened interior, a stark contrast to the chaos outside.

Blitz leaned against the door, his heart beating in his chest as he fought to catch his breath. "We need to find a way to defend ourselves." Loona scanned the dimly lit streets, her voice shaky. "What if they find us?"

"We'll fight," Blitz replied, determination seeping into his words. "We can't let them take us down without a fight."

As they caught their breath, the tension in the air thickened, weighed down by the impending dread. The sound of chaos outside faded slightly, but the fear of what lurked beyond the warehouse walls loomed larger than ever.

"Blitz," Moxxie started, his voice trembling. "What are we going to do? They're everywhere!"

"Listen, we'll find a way out of this. We always do," Blitz reassured, but uncertainty flickered in his eyes. The Extermination was relentless, and this time felt different. It felt personal.

Suddenly, a loud crash reverberated through the warehouse, sending adrenaline surging through them. An angel had broken through, its piercing gaze locking onto the crew.

"Get back!" Blitz shouted, brandishing his weapon. The others followed suit, fear igniting their instincts as they prepared to fight.

The angel charged, its sword drawn and glinting ominously in the low light. Blitz fired a shot, but it bounced off the angel's armor. The creature advanced, wings unfurling as it prepared to strike. In a split second, Millie lunged forward, her blades flashing as she attacked. She slashed at the angel, but it caught her wrist, twisting her grip.

"Millie!" Moxxie shouted, horrified. With a swift movement, Blitz tackled the angel, trying to buy them time. They crashed into a stack of crates, splintering wood scattering across the floor. The angel's eyes burned with fury, and it swung its sword down, narrowly missing Blitz's head as he rolled to the side.

"Stay focused!" Blitz barked, scrambling to his feet. "We can't let it take us down!"

Loona pulled out her gun, aiming at the angel. "I don't think we can hold it off much longer!"

"Just keep shooting!" Blitz yelled, adrenaline coursing through him. They continued to fight, desperate to survive, their movements fueled by the instinct to stay alive. Just as it seemed they might gain the upper hand, the angel unleashed a wave of divine energy. The force sent them sprawling backward, pain radiating through their bodies. The world blurred as they crashed into the walls, darkness creeping into the edges of their vision.

"Get up! We can't—" Blitz gasped, struggling to catch his breath. The crew fought to rise, but the overwhelming power of the angel threatened to crush them.

"Blitz! We need to go!" Millie cried, adrenaline-fueled panic seeping into her voice. "It's too strong!"

In that moment of chaos, the warehouse trembled, a deafening crash shaking the very foundation. The sound of sirens echoed outside, mingling with the cries of dying demons. It felt like the world was collapsing around them. "Move!" Blitz shouted, his instincts kicking in as he pushed his team forward. "We can't let it end here!"

They scrambled toward the exit, the angel recovering from the blast and coming after them. The light of its sword illuminated the warehouse like a beacon of death.

Loona bolted ahead, leading the charge as they burst through the door. The chaos outside was even worse than before. The streets of Hell were alive with violence, the air thick with smoke and the stench of blood.

"Where do we go now?" Moxxie panted, glancing around in terror while he looked at Blitz

"I...i.. i think of something, just give me a second..." Blitz said, but he wasn't sure what to do next.

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The adrenaline-fueled escape from the warehouse led the I.M.P. crew deeper into the heart of Hell, a twisted landscape filled with terror and despair. Blitz, Millie, Moxxie, and Loona rushed through the debris-strewn streets, narrowly avoiding falling rubble and the frantic scramble of other demons desperately seeking refuge from the chaos.

"Keep moving! We can't stop now!" Blitz urged, his heart pounding as they ducked under a crumbling parasol. The sight of angels soaring overhead sent shivers down his spine, a grim reminder of the relentless threat they faced.

"Where are we even going?" Moxxie gasped, glancing over his shoulder at the chaos unfolding behind them. The once-vibrant streets were now filled with the screams of dying demons and the sound of angelic laughter.

"Anywhere but here!" Blitz snapped back, forcing himself to focus. "We need to find shelter—somewhere, anywhere... we can regroup and plan our next move."

Millie's eyes darted around, searching for any sign of safety among the chaos. "There! That alleyway! It looks like it leads to an old tavern!" She pointed toward a narrow passage on the right, the entrance partially obscured by debris.

"Then let's go!" Blitz shouted, urgency lacing his voice as they dashed toward the alley. The walls were stained with black powder, the air thick with the acrid smell of smoke and fear. They squeezed through the narrow opening, emerging into a dimly lit courtyard that felt strangely quiet compared to the chaos outside.

Inside the tavern, the atmosphere was heavy with despair. Tables lay overturned, and the remnants of shattered glass glinted ominously on the floor. The crew paused, catching their breath, the weight of their predicament crashing down on them.

"We made it," Blitz panted, wiping sweat from his brow. "But for how long?" Loona leaned against the wall, her expression scared. "This is just a temporary hideout. We can't stay here." Blitz said with a confident, yet slightly nervous tone "Let's find some supplies," Millie suggested, scanning the wreckage for anything useful. "If we're going to survive, we need weapons and food."

As they searched through the remnants of the tavern, a sense of dread filled the air. The distant sounds of battle echoed, growing louder as angels continued their relentless pursuit of demons. Blitz felt his heart sink, the realization that their fight was far from over haunting at him.

Suddenly, a loud crash came from outside, and they froze, exchanging anxious glances. "What was that?" Moxxie whispered, his voice barely audible. "Stay quiet! And keep your heads down!!" Blitz hissed, motioning for them to move toward the back of the tavern. "We need to see what's happening."

They crept to the window, peering out into the chaos. What they saw sent a chill down their spines. An angel, its wings glistening with radiant light, was effortlessly dispatching demons in the street, cutting through the throng like a knife through butter. The sight of it left them breathless, fear gripping their hearts.

"Look at them..." Loona muttered, her voice thick with dread. "They don't even care. They're just... killing."

"Stay out of sight Loona!" Blitz urged, trying to push her head down. "We need to think. We can't let ourselves get overwhelmed. There has to be a way out of this." Millie nodded, determination etched on her face. "We've survived worse. We can do this. We just need a plan."

Blitz took a deep breath, steeling himself. "Right. We need to find a way to get past the angels and find a safer place. There's a chance some demons are together. We might be able to find allies, with more people there's a bigger chance of survival."

"Or more enemies," Moxxie replied, his voice shaky. "We have to be careful who we trust."

"True," Blitz acknowledged, the weight of responsibility heavy on his shoulders. "But right now, our priority is survival. We stick together, no matter what."

As they regrouped, the sounds of chaos outside intensified. Demons screamed, angels laughed, and the air crackled with tension. Blitz could feel his heart racing, adrenaline coursing through his veins. They needed to act, and they needed to act fast.

"Okay," Blitz said, his voice steady. "We'll wait for a moment of distraction, then make a break for it. Millie, you and Moxxie take point. Loona and I will cover you from the back."

They nodded, the determination shining in their eyes as they prepared for what lay ahead. Time felt like it was slipping away, and every second felt precious. Suddenly, the door to the tavern burst open, slamming against the wall with a force that rattled the building. A group of demons stumbled inside, panic etched on their faces.

"Help us! They're coming!" one of them cried, desperation dripping from his voice. "They're everywhere!" Blitz stepped forward, trying to calm the frightened group. "What happened? Where are the angels?"

"They're hunting us!" another demon shouted, wide-eyed with terror. "We thought we could find safety here, but they—"

Before he could finish, a blinding light flooded the room, and the air thickened with the unsettling presence of an angel. It hovered in the doorway, sword raised and ready to strike.

"Run!" Blitz shouted, adrenaline surging through him as he prepared to defend his crew. Chaos erupted as the demons scrambled to escape, their panicked cries filling the tavern. Blitz, Millie, Moxxie, and Loona quickly moved into action, ready to fight.

"Get behind me!" Blitz ordered, positioning himself in front of his friends. The angel stepped forward, a malevolent smile on its face.

"Flee, little imps," the angel taunted, its voice echoing with a sickening sweetness. "There's no escape from judgment." Blitz fired his weapon, but the angel easily dodged the bullet, a mocking laugh escaping its lips. "Pathetic."

"Let's take it down!" Millie shouted, lunging forward with her blades drawn. Moxxie followed suit, his gun trained on the angel. "We have to work together! We can't let it get us!"

The angel moved with unnatural speed, dodging their attacks as it retaliated with a swing of its sword. Millie barely managed to evade the strike, the blade slicing through the air where she had just stood.

"Keep it distracted!" Blitz shouted, darting to the side to flank the angel. "We need to find its weakness!"

Loona, firing at the angel, aimed for its wings, hoping to ground it. "If we can just slow it down!"

Blitz seized the moment, launching himself at the angel with all his might. He tackled it to the ground, the two of them crashing into a table, sending splinters flying.

The angel struggled beneath him, its eyes burning with fury. "You dare defy the will of Heaven?" It spat, trying to push Blitz off.

"Damn right I do!" Blitz shouted, adrenaline pumping through him. He could feel the weight of the world pressing down on him, but he wouldn't back down—not now, not ever.

Just as the angel managed to throw him off, Millie and Moxxie charged in, joining the fray. They fought with everything they had, their movements a dance of desperation and survival. The sound of their weapons clashing against the angel's divine armor echoed through the tavern.

But the angel was relentless. With a wave of its hand, it unleashed a burst of light that sent the crew sprawling backward, crashing into the remains of the tavern.

"Get up!" Blitz shouted, scrambling to his feet. "We can't let it win!" They pushed forward, their resolve hardening as they fought against the odds.

In the midst of the chaos, another explosion rocked the building, sending debris raining down. The air filled with dust and smoke, disorienting them as they tried to regain their footing. "Blitz!" Millie yelled, her voice strained as she fought against the rubble. "We have to get out of here!"

"Follow me!" Blitz shouted, determination flaring within him as he led them toward the back exit. 

They bolted toward the exit, the angel close on their heels. As they reached the door, Blitz kicked it open, and they stumbled into the open courtyard, gasping for air. The scene that greeted them was even worse than before. The streets were littered with bodies, the sky darkened by smoke, and angels soared above, their silhouettes stark against the burning landscape.

"Where do we go now?" Moxxie gasped, panic seeping into his voice."Over there!" Blitz pointed toward a nearby building, slightly more fortified than the others. "We can regroup there!" They sprinted across the courtyard, hearts pounding in their chests. The sound of wings and laughter filled the air, but they pressed on, desperate to find shelter.

As they approached the building, a loud crash echoed behind them, and the angel burst into view, fury radiating from its every movement. Blitz felt a surge of fear wash over him, but he pushed it aside, focusing on survival.

"Get inside!" He shouted, urging his friends forward. They stumbled into the building, slamming the door shut just as the angel crashed against it, the impact reverberating through the walls.

"Quick! Find anything we can use!" Blitz urged, glancing around the dimly lit interior. The air was thick with tension, the reality of their situation sinking in. Millie and Moxxie frantically searched the room, rummaging through old crates and dusty shelves. Loona stood by the door, listening for any sign of the angel.

"What if it gets in?" Moxxie whispered, his voice shaky."It won't," Blitz replied, trying to sound more confident than he felt. "We just need to hold our ground until we can figure out what to do next."

As they gathered supplies, Blitz's mind raced with possibilities. They couldn't stay here forever, but they needed a plan—something to turn the tide in their favor."Guys, listen," Blitz said, his voice steady. "We need to find a way to fight back. We can't let them wipe us out. There has to be a way to strike back at the angels."

Millie nodded, determination shining in her eyes. "We need to rally other demons. If we can gather a group, maybe we can stand a chance."

"Agreed," Moxxie added, his resolve strengthening. "We can't do this alone."

"Right," Blitz said, feeling a surge of hope. "We'll find a way to unite the demons against them. We have to show them we're not going down without a fight."

Just as they were about to strategize, a loud crash echoed from the door, the angel's relentless pursuit not far behind."Prepare yourselves!" Blitz shouted, readying his weapon. "This is going to get messy!"

As the door splintered under the angel's relentless assault, the crew braced themselves, determination in their hearts. They were outnumbered and outmatched, but they wouldn't back down.

Blitz could feel the fire of rebellion igniting within him, a fierce determination to protect his friends and stand against the tide of chaos. No matter what it took, they would fight for their survival, refusing to be extinguished in the flames of despair.

The door burst open, revealing the angel, its radiant form illuminated by the flickering flames outside.

"Your defiance will only lead to your ultimate destruction!" It's voice dripping with determination. Blitz stepped forward, his heart racing. "We'll see about that!"

With one final surge of adrenaline, the I.M.P. crew charged forward, ready to defend themselves against the chaos that threatened to consume them. In that moment, they knew they were not alone—together, they would stand against the darkness, no matter the cost.

Blitz suddenly threw a hand of sand into the angels face and started to run with his crew in the other direction. The angle got blinded by the sand, which gave them a few minutes to run away from it. "What are you doing? We can take it down!!" Loona screamed as they all started running. "No, we can't....we will never survive a one on one battle with an angel....We need to find more allies....."

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Blitz and his crew sprinted down the bloodstained alleyways of Hell, his heart pounding in his chest. The echoing screams of demons and the creepy laughter of the angels repeated through the air, a constant reminder that they were never safe. His gun felt heavy in his hand, but he kept moving, pushing his team forward through the chaos.

"Keep close, don't split up!" Blitz yelled over his shoulder to Loona, Moxxie, and Millie, who were struggling to keep pace.

"We're trying!" Moxxie gasped, his voice shaky from the exertion and terror. "But they're everywhere!"

"They're closing in on us!" Millie added, glancing up at the angels swooping down from the sky, their radiant forms a stark contrast to the horrors below.

Blitz gritted his teeth, determination burning through the fear. They had to keep moving. Stopping meant certain death.

He scanned their surroundings, searching for any sign of cover or a way out, but the streets were a labyrinth of destruction. Fires raged, and dead bodies of demons littered the ground, The screams fading into the cacophony of Hell's destruction.

Suddenly, a distant but familiar voice pierced through the chaos, catching Blitz's attention, which made him stop running.

"Blitz!"

Blitz's heart stopped for a moment, his breath catching in his throat. He knew that voice—Stolas.

Blitz whipped his head around, his eyes scanning the street, searching for the owl demon. "Stolas?!" He shouted, his voice breaking through the sound of destruction.

There, down a side street, he saw him—Stolas, his royal feathers messy and torn. He was fending off an angel with magic. The scene was chaos. The angel struck with its sword, but Stolas deflected the blows with bursts of power, struggling to hold his ground.

"Stolas!" Blitz shouted again, panic creeping into his voice as he rushed toward the scene. "Stay where you are!"

Loona grabbed his arm. "Blitz, wait! It's too dangerous!" He looked at Loona and his crew, they were looking at Blitz with a mix of fear and worry.

"W-we can't just.......leave him!!" Blitz snapped, pulling free from her grasp. His eyes burned with desperation, and without another word, he charged toward Stolas.

"Blitz, wait!" Moxxie shouted, but it was too late. Blitz was already in the middle of the chaos.

As Blitz drew closer, he saw the exhaustion in Stolas' movements. The prince was barely holding on. His usual grace and power were faltering under the relentless assault of the angel.

Blitz raised his gun and fired, the bullet hitting the angel square in the back. The celestial creature screeched in pain, turning its attention from Stolas to Blitz. "You will pay for your defiance, filthy demon!" It hissed, its glowing eyes filled with fury.

Blitz stood his ground, his breath ragged but steady. "You can try, you flying asshole!"

The angel lunged toward him with its sword raised, but Blitz dodged at the last second, his instinct kicking in by years of survival. He fired again, this time hitting the angel's wing. It shrieked, staggering back, its perfect form now covered with blood.

Seizing the opportunity, Stolas unleashed a burst of magic, striking the angel with a blast of hellfire. The creature let out a final wail before collapsing into a heap of smoldering feathers, its body disintegrating into ash.

Blitz exhaled heavily, adrenaline still coursing through his veins. He turned to Stolas, his eyes wide with worry. "Are you okay?"

Stolas, panting, nodded weakly. "I... I am now, thanks to you, Blitz." His voice trembled, and for the first time, Blitz saw real fear in his eyes.

"You look like shit," Blitz said, trying to keep his tone light, but there was a tightness in his voice that betrayed his concern.

Stolas gave a weak chuckle, but it quickly faded. "I thought... I thought I wouldn't make it," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

Blitz's chest tightened. He had never seen Stolas like this before—so vulnerable, so scared. His usual bravado slipped away as he stepped closer. "Don't talk like that. You're not allowed to die on me, okay?"

Stolas looked at him, his eyes softening. "I tried to come for you... to help you, but—"

Blitz cut him off, shaking his head. "You shouldn't have. You should have stayed safe, in your house."

"I couldn't just leave you, Blitz," Stolas replied, his voice thick with emotion. "Not after everything..."

Blitz felt a lump forming in his throat. This was too much, too real. "Yeah, well... you're stuck with me now, so let's get out of here before another one of those flying bastards shows up."

Blitz looked away, his mind a mess of conflicting emotions. He hated this. Hated how much Stolas made him feel things he wasn't ready to deal with—things that scared the hell out of him. But right now wasn't the time to unpack all that shit. They needed to move. They needed to survive.

"Blitz...How did you even survive this long? Even i have trouble fighting angels, so how did you-" Stolas asked, before he got cut off by Blitz. "Skills" Blitz answered quickly before he started running with Stolas by his side.

As they turned to leave, a sudden crash shook the ground beneath them. The sky above them darkened as another group of angels descended, their eyes glowing with divine wrath.

Blitz's stomach dropped. "Shit... guys, we need to move—now!" Blitz screamed when he joined his crew again. Stolas stumbled but followed.

The group ran, their breaths rough and the sound of flapping wings were closing in on them. Blitz could feel the weight of Stolas' presence behind him, and with every step, the anxiety biting at him. If something happened to Stolas—if he didn't make it—Blitz didn't know how he'd deal with it.

"We're outnumbered!" Millie yelled as she hacked through the remains of a demon carcass.

They raced through the streets, dodging debris and fallen bodies, but it felt like no matter how fast they ran, the angels were always just a step behind. The weight of their pursuit pressed on Blitz, making his pulse quicken, his mind spiraling.

An angel swooped down, slamming into Blitz and knocking him to the ground. He groaned, the wind knocked out of him as he struggled to get back up. The angel towered over him, sword raised, ready to strike.

Blitz's vision blurred for a moment, and he felt the cold grip of fear tightening around his heart. Was this it? Was this how it was going to end for him?

Before the angel could strike, a blast of magic hit it square in the chest, sending it flying back. Stolas stood over Blitz, his eyes glowing with power as he unleashed another wave of hellfire, destroying the angel in a burst of flames.

Blitz blinked, his mind reeling. "You—"

"I told you," Stolas said, his voice low but firm. "I won't leave you behind."

Blitz swallowed hard, as Stolas helped him to get up. "Thanks... but we need to keep moving."

Blitz his heart was still racing. He glanced over at Stolas, who was running next to him, looking equally exhausted. Then they stopped running for a few seconds to breath.

"You saved me back there," Blitz said quietly, his voice hoarse. "I'm not used to that."

Stolas smiled weakly. "You've saved me enough times, Blitz, in so many ways. It was only fair."

Blitz let out a short laugh, but it was filled with exhaustion. "Still... thanks."

For a moment, there was silence between them, the weight of unspoken words hanging in the air. Blitz felt his chest tighten again, but this time it wasn't from fear. It was something else, something deeper.

"Stolas....I'm... really scared," Blitz admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. He hadn't meant to say it, but the words slipped out before he could stop them.

Stolas turned to him, his expression softening. "I know," he said quietly. "So am I."

Suddenly, as they reached a narrow alleyway, the ground shook violently. A chunk of the street exploded in front of them, sending debris flying. The shockwave threw them all off balance, scattering them in different directions. Blitz hit the ground hard, his ears ringing from the blast.

Dazed, he struggled to his feet, looking around frantically for his team. Moxxie and Millie were a few feet away, helping each other up. Loona was already back on her feet, shaking off the dust. But Stolas—where was Stolas?

Blitz's heart sank. "Stolas?!" He shouted, his voice strained with panic.

He spotted him further down the alley, but before he could run to him, a group of angels swooped down between them, cutting Blitz off. The angels' glowing eyes locked onto Blitz, their divine weapons raised, blocking his path to Stolas.

"Blitz!" Stolas called out, his voice filled with desperation as the angels closed in around them. His magic flared, but he was too far away, separated by the angelic barricade.

Blitz's breath quickened, his chest tightening with dread. He growled, firing his gun at the angels in a desperate attempt to reach Stolas. But for every angel he struck down, another took its place. They were relentless.

Moxxie rushed to Blitz's side, pulling him back. "Blitz, we have to go! We can't fight them all!"

"I'm not leaving!" Blitz shouted, his voice raw with panic. His eyes were glued to Stolas, who was barely holding the angels off with his magic. The distance between them felt like miles, and every second that passed made it harder to breathe.

"You don't have a choice!" Moxxie urged, his voice thick with urgency, while he was trying to push Blitz away from the scene. "We'll all die if we don't move!"

Blitz's chest heaved, his mind spinning in a whirlwind of fear and helplessness. He wanted to fight, to charge through the angels and get to Stolas, but he knew Moxxie was right. They couldn't win this. Not like this.

"Blitz!" Loona shouted, pulling him from his thoughts. "We need to go—now!"

Blitz clenched his teeth, every muscle in his body screaming to resist, but he knew he had to make the call. Stolas looked at Blitz, nodding to him that he was going to be fine. With a heavy heart, Blitz turned away from Stolas, his eyes burning with a mix of rage and despair.

"Don't worry, i'll find another way" Blitz shouted, his voice breaking. "Stay alive, Stolas!.....Please"

Stolas' eyes met his across the chaos, filled with a sorrow that cut Blitz to his core. "Blitz... please, be careful," Stolas whispered, his voice barely audible over the din of battle.

Blitz swallowed the lump in his throat, his fists clenched so tight it hurt. He turned and ran, following Loona, Moxxie, and Millie through the alley, leaving Stolas behind.

Blitz stared at Stolas while they were running away from the danger, his usual defenses crumbling in the face of the raw honesty between them. He wanted to say so much more, but the words wouldn't come.

As they fled, the weight of what he'd just done crushed Blitz. The image of Stolas, surrounded by angels, burned into his mind. His heart pounded with fear, his stomach twisted in knots. What if this was the last time he saw him? What if he didn't make it?

I shouldn't have left him... The thought consumed Blitz as they continued to run, the angels' screams echoing in the distance. Every step felt like a betrayal, and the knot of fear in his chest only grew tighter.

He had made the right call, hadn't he? There was no way they could've fought off all those angels. But knowing that didn't make it easier. It didn't stop the suffocating guilt or the raw terror clawing at him.

For now, they were alive. But Blitz couldn't shake the feeling that he'd left a part of himself behind with Stolas. And he didn't know if he'd ever get it back.

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The air in Hell had taken on a thick, acrid stench—smoke mixed with the scent of burning flesh and blood. The sound of angelic wings flapping through the air still echoed in Blitz's ears, though for now, his crew had found a brief moment of piece. They crouched behind the shattered remains of what once had been a bustling demon marketplace, now reduced to rubble and broken bodies.

Blitz's mind keeps going back to before, from leaving Stolas behind. His heart was pounding, a constant reminder of his failure to protect Stolas. The tight knot of anxiety in his chest made it hard to breathe, and every second that passed without knowing if Stolas was okay gave Blitz anxiety.

"Blitz, we can't stay here for long," Moxxie whispered, his voice tense. "They're still searching the area."

Blitz touched his gun tight, his jaw clenching. He knew Moxxie was right, but the weight of his fear for Stolas had paralyzed him. He felt torn in two—his duty to his team and his overwhelming need to go back for Stolas, to make sure he was alive. Blitz forced himself to nod, shaking off the cloud of emotions suffocating him. He had to focus.

"We move as soon as it's clear," Blitz muttered, glancing toward the sky. The angels had split up, likely hunting elsewhere, but they couldn't afford to stay exposed for long.

Suddenly, a low, pained groan broke the uneasy silence. Blitz's head whipped around, scanning the rubble. It came from nearby, but not one of his crew.

"Did you hear that?" Millie asked, her eyes darting nervously.

Loona sniffed the air, her ears perking up. "There's someone close by," she said, her voice wary. "And it's hurt."

Blitz's eyes narrowed, his instincts kicking in. Someone was out there—maybe another demon survivor, or maybe something worse. "Stay sharp," He whispered. With careful, quiet steps, Blitz moved toward the source of the sound, his gun raised and ready.

As they pushed deeper into the rubble, the groans grew louder, more desperate. Blitz's heart raced, his nerves on edge. He crouched down behind a pile of broken concrete and twisted metal, peeking over the edge.

His eyes widened when he saw him. He was covered in scratches and bruises and was covering his face in fear.

"Fizz...?"

There, wrapped up in the wreckage, was Fizzarolli. His normally confident demeanor was gone, replaced by sheer terror and pain. His robotic limbs were all broken and damaged, sparking faintly with each twitch. His face was a mask of panic and fear, his usual grin nowhere to be found.

"Blitz?" Fizz's voice was sounding rough, barely above a whisper, as his wide eyes met Blitz's.

Blitz didn't waste a second. "Cover me," He barked to his team, before scrambling over the rubble and sliding down to Fizz's side.

Fizz flinched as Blitz approached, his body tensing like he was bracing for another blow. The sight made Blitz's chest tighten. This wasn't the same sassy, taunting Fizzarolli he was used to. He was broken—physically and mentally—and Blitz could tell he had been through hell since they last saw each other.

",You okay Fizz? what the hell happened to you?" Blitz asked, his voice softer now, scanning the damage to Fizz's mechanical limbs.

Fizz was tense, his breath shaky. "Got... separated from Ozzie," He muttered, barely able to keep his voice steady. "Angels... they came out of nowhere. Everything... everything's burning. Ozzie tried to hold them off, told me to run, but I got hit... I-I don't even know if he's okay."

A shiver went down Blitz's body at the thought of Asmodeus—one of the most powerful demons in Hell—fighting off angels. If even he was struggling, that meant the Extermination was worse than Blitz had imagined.

"We'll find him," Blitz said, his tone more resolute than he felt. "But we need to get you out of here first. Can you move?"

Fizz tried to move, then shook his head, his robotic limbs sparking weakly as he tried to move his legs. "Not... not like this. I can't even stand up..."

Blitz swore under his breath. They were exposed, and carrying Fizz would slow them down. But leaving him behind wasn't an option. He wasn't going to lose anyone else—not Stolas, not Fizz.

"Loonie, get over here," Blitz called, and Loona quickly moved to his side. "Help me carry him. We need to get to a safer hideout—fast."

Loona nodded, slipping an arm under Fizz's damaged frame, while Blitz supported the other side. Together, they lifted him, moving as quickly as they could while keeping low. Fizz let out a small hurtful sound with every step, his body trembling with pain and fear, but he didn't complain.

As they dragged Fizz through the debris, Moxxie and Millie kept watch, their weapons ready. The sky above was suspiciously quiet, but Blitz knew better than to let his guard down. The angels were always watching, always waiting for the right moment to strike.

"Blitz..." Fizz's voice cracked as they made their way through the wreckage. "Blitz, I'm... I'm..really scared." He started to say in a quiet voice.

Blitz felt his chest tighten. Hearing Fizz admit that out loud—it hit him harder than he expected. Fizz had always been so cocky, so sure of himself. Seeing him like this, so vulnerable, it reminded Blitz of the fragility of everyone he cared about.

He started to hug Fizz, trying to calm him down. "I know," Blitz said, his voice strained but steady. "But you're not alone. We'll get you out of here, I promise."

Fizz's breath calmed down a little bit, but he didn't say anything else. Blitz could feel the weight of his fear pressing down on both of them, but he pushed it aside and he let go of the hug. He had to stay focused. He had to keep Fizz safe, keep his team safe.

They finally found a partially collapsed building, its structure providing just enough cover to hide them from the angels' view. Blitz and Loona carefully set Fizz down inside the crumbling shelter, while Moxxie and Millie checked the doors and windows.

Fizz slumped against a wall, his breathing ragged. "Thanks... Blitz," He murmured, his voice barely audible. "For... not leaving me, again...."

Blitz knelt down beside him, his heart still racing. "I wasn't gonna leave you, Fizz. Not today, not ever."

Fizz managed a weak, trembling smile, but the fear in his eyes remained. "Do you think... Ozzie's okay?"

Blitz wanted to reassure him, to tell him that Asmodeus was fine, but the truth was, he didn't know. Hell was in chaos, and no one—not even powerful Overlords—were safe. But he couldn't let Fizz drown in that fear. Not now.

"Ozzie's tough," Blitz said, forcing confidence into his voice. "He'll find his way back to you. We just need to keep moving, alright?"

Fizz nodded weakly, though it was clear he wasn't convinced. But Blitz had said what he could. He couldn't give Fizz the certainty he wanted—no one could. Not in the middle of this Extermination.

Moxxie reappeared at the entrance of the shelter, his face grim. "We can't stay here for long. Angels are circling back around. We need to keep moving."

Blitz cursed under his breath. They didn't have the luxury of resting. "Alright, let's get ready to move," He said, standing up and preparing himself for another chaotic escape.

Fizz, his voice quiet but filled with dread, spoke up again. "Blitz... what if... we don't make it..."

"Don't," Blitz cut him off sharply, turning to look him dead in the eyes. "Don't even think about it. We're getting out of here. You're getting out of here."

Fizz swallowed hard, the fear in his eyes flickering again, but he didn't argue.

Blitz motioned for Loona to help lift Fizz again, and they prepared to move out. But just as they were about to leave the shelter, the screech of angelic wings echoed in the distance. Blitz's stomach dropped. The angels were closing in.

"Move!" Blitz ordered, his voice hoarse as they hurried back into the open, dragging Fizz along with them.

They sprinted through the wreckage, the sound of wings growing louder, closer. Blitz's heart pounded in his chest, his mind racing with panic. Not now, not after we've come this far.

A bright flash of light erupted from the sky ahead, and Blitz's eyes widened in horror as another group of angels descended, their glowing eyes locking onto them.

Blitz raised his gun, firing wildly, but the angels were too fast. They swooped down, their weapons gleaming, ready to strike. Blitz braced himself for the worst.

But just before the angels could reach them, a deafening roar echoed through the sky. A wave of demonic energy exploded in front of them, sending the angels in the other direction.

Blitz's eyes scanned around, trying to make sense of what had just happened. In the distance, a shadowy figure emerged from the smoke. fire—tall, powerful, it was unmistakable.

Asmodeus.

Fizz let out a ragged gasp, his eyes wide with disbelief and relief. "Ozzie!!"

Blitz exhaled sharply, a mixture of relief and exhaustion washing over him. They had made it.

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The air crackled with a calm energy as Asmodeus's towering form stood between the angels and the I.M.P. crew, his presence unmistakably powerful, even in the chaos of the Extermination. The angels faltered, their eyes widening as the full might of Asmodeus revealed itself. For now, they retreated, unwilling to challenge an Overlord of his level in a direct confrontation.

Blitz, breathless from the fight, stood with Loona, Moxxie, and Millie, still gripping their weapons as they waited for another attack. But none came. Instead, a strange stillness settled over the battlefield.

Fizzarolli, barely able to stand on his damaged robotic limbs, let out a breath of disbelief. His wide eyes were fixed on the towering figure of Asmodeus, and in that moment, the cracks in his usual bravado came back again. He was not the snarky performer or Mammon's plaything—he was just Fizz, raw and vulnerable.

"Ozzie..." Fizz's voice screamed out with a broken whisper, his mechanical arms twitching, sparks flying from the joints as they malfunctioned.

Asmodeus turned, his bright, eyes darkened with worry. He rushed toward Fizz, his usually graceful demeanor faltering as panic set in. "Fizzy!" Asmodeus knelt before him, his massive hands surprisingly gentle as he cupped Fizz's small, trembling frame.

Fizz looked up at him, his eyes shimmering with a mixture of relief and lingering fear. "I thought... I thought you didn't make it..," Fizz breathed out, his voice cracking. His broken robotic limbs jerked as he tried to move, his body betraying the fragility he hated to show to people.

"I'm here, I'm right here," Asmodeus murmured, his usually grand, showy voice soft with concern. He glanced over Fizz's injuries, his hands brushing over the sparking electricals of Fizz's robotic limbs. His touch, usually teasing and confident, was now careful and controlled, as if afraid one wrong move might hurt Fizz more.

"Ozzie... it's bad," Fizz muttered, looking down at his sparking limbs with a grimace. "I don't think I can..." He didn't finish the sentence. The weight of his injuries was sinking in, his sense of helplessness weighing heavily.

"I'm sorry," Fizz muttered quietly, his voice strained with frustration. "I'm always falling apart."

Asmodeus knelt down in front of Fizz, his eyes softening as he carefully examined the damage. "Hey, don't talk like that," Ozzie said, his voice gentle but firm. "You're not falling apart. You're hurt, but i can fix this. I'm sure of it."

Fizz let out a bitter chuckle. "You always say that. But it doesn't change the fact that I'm broken.  I'm just a bunch of spare parts held together by screws and wires."

"Yeah...that one is kinda my fault!..." Blitz said in the distant, Which made both Fizz and Ozzie chuckle with a angry grin on their faces. Blitz tried to give the two of them some space while he and the rest of his crew was letting themselves breath for a moment. 

Asmodeus frowned, his fingers trailing over the damaged metal of Fizz's limbs, his touch tender as if he was afraid to hurt him more. "You're not just parts, Fizz. You're more than that. You're... you're everything to me."

"Oh! and i've got new parts for you!," Asmodeus continued, his voice taking on a more focused tone. "Better ones, actually. I've been working on them for a while, just in case something like this happened."

Fizz narrowed his eyes, his disbelief evident. "You... you have? Just like that?"

Asmodeus nodded, his gaze never leaving Fizz's as he pulled a sleek case from the corner of the room, revealing a set of advanced, beautifully crafted robotic limbs. They shimmered in the low light, far more sophisticated than the ones Fizz had been using. Sleek chrome with faint glimmers of gold, the limbs were a work of art, elegant and strong.

Asmodeus smiled softly, his usual flirty grin replaced by something much more sincere. "Of course I did. I always have your back, Fizz. I know how much you hate feeling weak, so I made sure you'd never have to."

"Let's get you fixed up," Asmodeus said, his voice calm but filled with quiet determination. "Don't worry, i'll be careful." Fizz nodded, still too overcome with emotion to say much.

Asmodeus's brow furrowed. He turned to Blitz and the others, his voice commanding, though the worry still laced his words. "You all need to find a safe place to hide. The angels will return soon, and if even i have difficulty fighting them, you guys are definitely not save here."

Blitz, still shaken from leaving Stolas behind, nodded, grateful for the brief moment of piece. "Yeah, we'll figure something out. But you... you take care of Fizz, Okay? ."

Asmodeus gave Blitz a quick, grateful glance after they left before his attention returned entirely to Fizzarolli. Without another word, he lifted Fizz into his arms, holding him close like something precious. The tenderness in his movements was almost startling, given the destruction around them.

"We're leaving," Asmodeus said softly to Blitz, his voice low but resolute. "I'll get you somewhere safe froggy." Fizz didn't resist, resting his head against Asmodeus's chest, the tremors of his mechanical limbs slowing as he finally allowed himself to trust that he was safe in Ozzie's care. 

"We're leaving too." Blitz said as he looked at his crew. "It's not safe here." And they both went their separate ways after they said goodbye to each other.

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The world around was collapsing—streets flooded with blood, the sky burning with angelic wrath. Blitz had lost count of how many demons had fallen, how many screams of the dying had blended into the haunting hum of the Extermination. But amidst the carnage, one thought consumed his mind: Stolas.

As Blitz led his crew through the ruined alleyways, guiding them away from the relentless angels, his heart pounded with worry. He'd been separated from Stolas during the chaos, and the uneasy feeling of anxiety in his chest only grew stronger with each passing second.

The prince had saved him from a demon's attack, risking his life in the process, and now Blitz had no idea if Stolas had survived the battle. He didn't want that to be the last time he saw Stolas, He wanted to say so much more to him. He didn't want to assume the worst outcome, but the thought kept going back and forth in his mind.

"Blitz, where are we going now?" Moxxie's voice cut through Blitz's thoughts, bringing Blitz back to the grim reality before him.

Blitz clenched his jaw, wiping the sweat from his brow. He couldn't tell them what was truly on his mind—how badly he wanted to ditch everything and go find Stolas. Instead, he forced himself to focus on the immediate danger. His crew still depended on him.

"We're heading to the lower levels of the city," Blitz said, his voice rough. "It might give us a better shot at losing these stupid angels."

Millie was keeping an eye out behind them, her grip tight on her axe, while Loona stayed close by, her usual sarcasm replaced with a grim determination. "You think Fizzarolli is gonna be okay?" Moxxie asked with a concerned look on his face. "Fizz is gonna be fine, he's in great hands, i trust Oz to protect him." Blitz responded.

Blitz's thoughts kept returning to Stolas, his worry boiling over inside him. Every demon they passed, every new trail of blood, made his stomach twist tighter. Was Stolas safe? Was he hurt? Or worse—was he dead?

As they turned a corner, a soft glow flickered in the distance. Blitz froze, his instincts on high alert. This glow wasn't the cold light of the angels. It was something else—something familiar.

"Stay here, i'm gonna see if it's save over there." Blitz ordered, his voice harsher than intended. Before anyone could protest, he darted toward the light, his heart racing faster with each step.

The alley was dark, littered with debris, but Blitz's eyes focused on the lone figure standing just ahead. His breath hitched as he realized who it was.

Stolas.

The prince stood there, a total wreckage, his robes torn and bloodstained, but his familiar aura radiated through the chaos. He was alive.

"Stolas!" Blitz called out, his voice trembling with a mix of relief and fear. "You okay?"

Stolas turned slowly, and when their eyes met, Blitz saw the exhaustion and pain across the prince's face. For a moment, neither of them moved—both too overwhelmed by the gravity of the moment.

Then, Blitz sprinted toward him, his heart pounding. Stolas barely had time to react before Blitz was standing right in front of him, grabbing him by the shoulders as if to reassure himself that the prince was real and whole.

"You're alive!," Stolas breathed, his voice cracking. "Thank Satan, you're alive."

Blitz offered a tired smile, though his eyes softened with warmth. "I could say the same to you, Stolas."

For a moment, Blitz didn't know what to say. The relief washing over him was almost too much to handle. He had been so consumed by fear—fear that he wouldn't see Stolas again, fear that the prince had been slaughtered like the countless other demons that littered the streets. But here he was, standing right in front of him.

Blitz dropped his hands from Stolas's shoulders, running a hand through Stolas his feathers. His chest was pounding, and he realized he had been holding in so much more than just his breath.

"I-..." Blitz began. "No, please, you don't have to say anything Blitz." Stolas reassured him. Suddenly, Blitz started to hug Stolas "I was so scared Stolas!," Blitz admitted, the words spilling out before he could stop them. Stolas looked at Blitz with a worried, yet joyful grin as he pulled away from the hug.

Stolas's gaze softened, and without hesitation, he reached out and took Blitz's hand in his own. "Blitz, you don't have to carry that burden alone, almost every demon is scared of this situation."

Blitz blinked, surprised by the tenderness in Stolas's touch. For a moment, he felt the walls he had carefully built around himself cracking. He had spent so much time pushing people away, convincing himself that he didn't need anyone—but in this moment, standing in the middle of Hell's reckoning, the truth was unavoidable.

"I'm not scared of the Extermination...," Blitz confessed. "I'm scared of losing you. I didn't want to say it, but... you mean something to me, Stolas. More than I wanted to admit. I-...I thought you were dead. I thought I'd lost you."

Stolas's grip on Blitz's hand tightened slightly, his eyes shimmering with emotion. "And you mean the world to me, Blitz," Stolas said softly. "You always have."

Blitz's chest tightened. He wasn't used to this kind of vulnerability—to letting someone see just how scared he really was. But Stolas had always been different. He was more than just another fling, more than a client. Somehow, against all odds, Blitz had let the prince worm his way into his heart.

Blitz looked down at their joined hands, his voice faltering as he spoke. "I don't know how to do this," He admitted. "I don't know how to let myself... feel."

Stolas smiled, a gentle, understanding look in his eyes. "I can help you with that" He said softly. "You don't have to do it alone, Blitz. Not anymore."

The vulnerability in Stolas's words hit Blitz like a punch to the gut. He had spent so long convincing himself that he didn't need anyone, that he was better off alone. But standing here, in the middle of Hell's apocalypse, with Stolas right beside him... maybe he didn't have to be alone anymore.

Before Blitz could say anything more, a sudden rush of wings and light filled the air. The angels were back, descending from above like deadly shadows. Blitz instinctively moved in front of Stolas, his hand flying to his gun.

"We need to go," Blitz said urgently, his voice snapping back to the present danger. "The rest is just down the alley. We'll be safer if we stick together."

Stolas nodded, his usual regal demeanor replaced with grim determination. "Lead the way, Boss."

They sprinted back through the alley, Blitz's heart pounding in his chest—not just from the fear of the angels but from the whirlwind of emotions still swirling inside him. The weight of his confession still hung in the air between him and Stolas, but there wasn't time to unpack it now. Survival came first.

As they rounded the corner, the rest of the crew came into view. Loona, Moxxie and Millie, were waiting, their faces a mixture of relief and fear as they saw Blitz return with Stolas, holding Blitz's hand like he never wanted to let it go.

"Stolas, thank Satan!" Moxxie muttered, clearly relieved to see the prince alive.

"We don't have much time," Blitz said quickly. "The angels are closing in. We need to get underground. Fast."

Without hesitation, they followed Blitz's lead, moving swiftly through the wreckage of the city. Stolas stayed close to Blitz, their shoulders brushing as they ran, a silent reminder of the bond that had just been forged between them.

Blitz could feel the weight of Stolas's presence beside him, the warmth of his hand still lingering on his own. It was strange, this feeling—this sense of connection that had blossomed in the middle of Hell's chaos.

But as they darted through the streets, dodging death at every turn, Blitz realized something: He wasn't just fighting for survival anymore. He was fighting for the people he cared about—the people who had somehow, against all odds, become his family.

And in that moment, Blitz knew one thing for certain: No matter how dark things got, no matter how much Hell tore itself apart, he wasn't going to lose the people who mattered most to him.

Not if he had anything to say about it.

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As the echoes of battle repeated several times through the streets of Hell, Blitz's heart pounded in his chest, a relentless drumbeat of dread. The Extermination had taken a heavy toll, and with each passing moment, hope grew like the fading light in the sky. But the sharp pang of anxiety biting at him now wasn't just about survival, it was about protecting the people he cared about.

As if summoned by his words, a brutal angel appeared, towering over them with a wicked smile that twisted his features. The being's sword glimmered menacingly as it advanced, ready to strike.

"Get back!" Blitz shouted, instinctively stepping in front of Stolas, the weight of his own fear pushing him to protect the one he cared about most. "I won't let them hurt you!"

"Blitz, wait!" Stolas exclaimed, but Blitz was already moving, adrenaline surging through his veins as he charged at the angel.

The angel swung its sword down, but Blitz dodged just in time, rolling to the side. He quickly regained his footing and grabbed a discarded weapon from the ground—an old, rusted blade that felt heavy in his hand. As the angel lunged at him, Blitz struck out with all his might, deflecting the blow.

"Stay close!" Blitz shouted to Stolas, but fear gripped him like a vice as he saw the panic in the owl demon's eyes.

"Blitz, I can help!" Stolas insisted, summoning a surge of magic, ready to fight alongside him.

"No! You need to stay safe!" Blitz's voice cracked, desperation spilling out as he faced the angel again. "I can't lose you!"

As they fought, the angel unleashed a flurry of blows, and Blitz struggled to keep pace, the weight of responsibility bearing down on him. Every clash of steel felt like a countdown, a reminder that each second could bring them closer to doom. Moxxie and Millie joined the fray, providing cover as Blitz and Stolas battled side by side.

"Look out!" Millie shouted as another angel swooped down from above, its sword gleaming like death. Blitz barely managed to dodge, pushing Stolas aside just in time.

"Blitz!" Stolas gasped, his heart racing as he watched the close call.

"I won't let you get hurt!" Blitz yelled, his voice fierce but laced with anxiety. He knew he was losing control, but the fear of Stolas getting injured drove him to fight harder.

As the fight continued, the chaos was intensifying with every clash. The crew was cornered, fighting against the overwhelming force of the angels, each moment more desperate than the last. Blitz's mind raced, battling against the guilt that he felt inside him. Was he leading them to their deaths?

In a brutal clash, one angel managed to break through their defenses, its sword glancing off Blitz's shoulder as he lunged to protect Stolas. Pain shot through him, but he refused to back down. "We have to go!" He yelled, pushing through the pain.

"Blitz, you're hurt!" Stolas exclaimed, his eyes wide with worry.

"I'm fine!" Blitz gritted his teeth, adrenaline masking the pain as he moved to engage the angel again, but the battle was relentless.

Moxxie shouted for them to fall back, but it felt like the walls were closing in. The fear of losing friends, the weight of responsibility for those he loved, threatened to crush him. "We need to stick together!" He urged, but even as he said it, he felt the threads of their unity unraveling.

The angel roared, charging again, and this time, Blitz barely had time to react. With a swift motion, the angel swung its sword, catching Blitz off guard. The blade sliced through the air, and for a moment, everything slowed.

"No!" Stolas screamed, and in that split second, time returned to a rapid pace.

Blitz felt the impact as the sword met his body, pain radiating through him. He staggered back, his vision blurring, but the sound of Stolas's voice cut through the haze. "Blitz! You okay?"

"Blitz!" Moxxie shouted, rushing forward, but Stolas was already at Blitz's side, panic in his eyes.

"I'm fine!" Blitz insisted while he gritted his teeth, trying to push himself back to his feet, but he felt weak. The weight of the battle, the pain, the fear—it all threatened to pull him under.

"Stay with me," Stolas said, his voice trembling, eyes searching Blitz's for any sign of reassurance. "We'll get through this. Together."

As the angels pressed their attack, Blitz forced himself to focus, pulling from the depths of his strength. "We can't let them win!" He shouted, rallying the last of his energy. "We fight! For each other!"

With Stolas beside him, they charged forward, refusing to succumb to despair. The battle raged on, but amidst the chaos, a flicker of hope ignited in Blitz's heart. They would face whatever came next, together.

But even as they fought, the specter of loss loomed over them. The bodies Laying there around them were a stark reminder of the cost of survival. Every swing of his weapon was a reminder of the fragile line they walked between life and death.

"Blitz!" Moxxie called out as he fought back-to-back with Millie, the three of them forming a makeshift defense against the relentless tide of angels. "We need a plan!"

But Blitz couldn't think of a plan; all he could focus on was Stolas, the warmth of the prince beside him, the determination in his eyes, and the fear that coursed through him at the thought of losing him.

"Just keep fighting!" Blitz roared, fueling the fire of his defiance. "We will survive this!"

As the battle raged on, the crew stood together, forged in the heat of conflict, but with every clash, every loss, they could feel their hope fading. The shadows of despair loomed closer, but as long as they had each other, they could still find a way to fight against the darkness.

"Retreat!" Blitz yelled as he suddenly was focused again, realizing the they were outnumbered. Everyone trusted Blitz's instinct as he and his crew ran away from the scene. Stolas gave the angels one last blast, which made them be distracted by the light, given Stolas and the rest of the group enough time to escape.

And with each heartbeat, Blitz promised himself that he would do everything in his power to protect the ones he loved, no matter the cost.

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The air was heavy with the scent of smoke and ash as Blitz led the crew into the crumbling remains of what had once been a demon bar. The interior was dark, illuminated only by the flickering remnants of a neon sign that buzzed intensely, casting shadows across the floor. Blitz winced as pain flared in his body, a constant reminder of the battle they had barely survived.

"Is this the best you could find?" Moxxie muttered, glancing around with an angry expression. His eyes darted nervously to the broken windows, still exposed to the chaos outside. "We could've found somewhere safer!"

"Like where?" Blitz shot back at him, his voice sharp with frustration. "The entire city is overrun with angels! This is the best we can do right now! but if you have a better plan Mox, i'm ready to listen! Don't be shy!!"

Millie, ever the peacemaker, stepped in between them. "Guys, let's just focus on patching up and regrouping. We can't afford to argue right now." Stolas, leaning against a crumbling wall, rubbed the back of his neck. "As much as I'd love to witness this delightful exchange, perhaps we should take a moment to make a plan, see what our odds of survival are."

Blitz turned to Stolas, his heart racing. "You okay? I mean, your not hurt are you?"

"I'll survive, Blitz," Stolas replied, a hint of a smile on his lips, though the weariness in his eyes was undeniable. "But you—" He gestured to Blitz to stop talking. " I'm fine Blitz, really. What about you? You need to tend to that wound, that angel hit you bad."

"Later," Blitz said, brushing off the concern as he forced himself to focus. "We need a plan. We can't just sit here and wait for them to find us."

"Right, because your plans have worked out so well so far," Moxxie snapped, crossing his arms defensively.

"Hey!" Blitz's patience began to wear thin. "I'm doing the best I can here! I'm the one trying to keep us alive!" Millie frowned, sensing the growing tension between her husband and their leader. "Moxxie, this isn't the time. We all have to stick together. It's what we've always done."

"Sticking together is what got us in this mess!" Moxxie retorted, his voice rising. "We almost lost back there! All because You were distracted, what's going on inside that head of yours?! How can you still think we're going to make it out of here?" Loona tried to step in and stop this, but she was too emotionally drained to react.

Blitz felt a sense of uncertainty rise within him. "W-we will make it out of here," He said with a nervous tone. "We just need to be smart about it. I know I've made mistakes, but we can't afford to let the angels tear us apart."

Stolas stepped forward, his voice steady. "Moxxie, I understand your frustrations. We're all exhausted and tired, but I believe Blitz is trying to keep us all safe. We need each other now more than ever." Moxxie's gaze softened slightly, but the anger still lingered. "And if we don't? What then?"

"Then we adapt. We find a way to fight back," Blitz replied, forcing confidence into his tone. "But we can't do it if we're at each other's throats. That's what they want."

"We should scout the area, look for a saver place" Millie suggested, her voice steadying. "If we split up, we can cover more ground."

"Split up?" Moxxie frowned. "That's a horrible idea!" Stolas placed a reassuring hand on Blitz's shoulder. "We must focus on our survival first."

Blitz nodded, feeling the weight of his words. "Right. So let's figure out our next steps, together. We can't let fear decide our actions, and yes Mox is right, splitting up is not a good idea when there are angels everywhere around us."

Moxxie exhaled sharply, his posture relaxing a fraction. "Fine. But we need to be careful. We can't afford to take unnecessary risks anymore."

"Agreed," Blitz said, feeling a small flicker of hope ignite within him. "Let's scout the area, but we walk in pairs, If we do happen to split up, at least were not alone. We can't afford lose to anyone."  Moxxie let out a reassuring sigh. "Good idea" Moxxie said as he grabbed Millie's hand tight. Blitz did the same, but with Stolas's hand. Everyone looked at Loona who was leaning against a wall, not interested in the hand holding. "C'mon Loona, you need someone too" Millie said as he led out her hand for her. "I really don't like this day." She responded as she grabbed millie's hand tight.

As they planned their next moves, Blitz couldn't shake the feeling of dread that settled in his gut. The Extermination was more than just an external threat, it was a relentless darkness sweeping into their hearts, showing fear among them. He looked at the group, all of whom he cared for deeply, and felt the weight of their shared burdens.

"Remember, whatever happens, we face it together," Blitz said, his voice firm despite the trembling beneath it. "We'll find a way through this, I promise." Moxxie nodded, though uncertainty lingered in his eyes. Millie gave Blitz a reassuring smile, a flicker of trust that sparked warmth in his chest. Stolas remained quiet, his gaze searching Blitz's face as if trying to read his thoughts.

As the crew prepared to move out, Blitz leaned against the bar, stealing a moment to gather his thoughts. Pain pulsed in his body, a reminder of the battle that was still hurting him. He couldn't afford to show weakness, he had to be their leader, their protector. But beneath the surface, fear clawed at him. What if they failed? What if he wasn't strong enough to protect them? 

The crew regrouped, tension still simmering but a sense of purpose igniting among them. Stolas shared a glance with Blitz, his expression determined. They were in this together, no matter what lay ahead.

As they stepped out into the chaos once more, Blitz pushed aside his fears, determined to face whatever came next. They were a team, and they would stand together against the darkness, no matter the cost.

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The city lay in ruins, a desolate landscape bathed in crimson light from the fires raging throughout Hell. Smoke curled into the sky, darkening the already dim horizon. Blitz sat on a crumbling stone wall, his wounded body beating with pain, each pulse a reminder of the battles fought and lost. He stared at the once-bustling street, now littered with debris and memories of lives abruptly snuffed out by the ongoing Extermination.

"We can't keep running," Moxxie said, breaking the heavy silence. He stood a few feet away, Millie holding his hand beside him, her brow furrowed in concern. Stolas leaned against a nearby pillar, his eyes scanning the horizon, worry etched across his regal features.

"Maybe we don't have to... Maybe, we can fight back," Blitz declared, forcing himself to stand despite the pain that shot through his body. "We've lost too many times already. It's time we take the fight to them."

"Easier said than done, Blitz" Moxxie muttered. "Those angels are ruthless. We barely made it out of the last time."

"We've survived this long," Millie interjected, her voice firm. "If we're going to end this, we need to rally some allies. We can't do this alone."

Stolas pushed off the pillar, stepping closer to the group. "I agree. There are others out there who are willing to fight back. We need to show those angels that we're not afraid."

"I'm willing to fight back at those white ass bitches." Loona said with confidence.

Blitz's heart raced as he looked at each of them. He felt the weight of their eyes on him, their trust resting on his shoulders. "Right," He said, his voice steadier than he felt. "We'll gather everyone we can and launch a counterattack. No more running. We fight for our lives, our friends, and each other." 

Stolas took a step closer, concern flooding his features and he looked at Blitz, exhausted and breathing heavily. "And what about your wound, Blitz? You can't go back into a big battle like this."

Blitz winced but waved his hand dismissively. "I'll be fine. We all have our scars—this one just happens to be more visible."

"Don't underestimate the impact of your injuries," Stolas replied, his tone stern yet softening with care. "We need you at your best, Blitz. Your safety is paramount."

"Yeah, well, my safety means nothing if we don't end this," Blitz shot back, the tension in his voice rising. "I can't stand the thought of losing anyone else. Not after everything we've been through." Stolas gave a big sigh and rolled his eyes "Fine...But i'm keeping an eye on you. If you get any worse, you will stop what you're doing and let me help you."

The atmosphere shifted as they shared a moment of silence, the gravity of their situation weighing heavily upon them. Blitz could see the fear reflected in his friends' eyes, the shared burden of loss pressing down on their shoulders.

"Let's do this," Blitz said finally, determination sounding into his tone. "We gather our allies and hit them hard. They need to know that we won't back down." 

With a plan taking shape, the crew set out to rally their allies scattered across the desolate landscape. Each step was a reminder of the horrors they had faced—the screams, the fires, the bodies. But despite the death and destruction, Blitz felt a flicker of hope ignite within him.

They found their first ally in an old, battered bar where demons gathered to share tales of survival. The place reeked of sweat and spilled drinks, but it was alive with voices eager to join the fight. Blitz took a deep breath as he stepped inside, glancing at the faces that turned toward them. They started to hide, thinking an angel walked in the room. "Calm down guys! I'm not an angel" Blitz said in a reassuring tone, which made all of them look relieved.

"Listen, is anyone in here willing to stand against the angels?" Blitz called, his voice steady despite the tremor of fear coursing through him. "We need a team, a big one. And we need them now!" Murmurs spread through the crowd, and one demon stepped forward. "What's in it for us?" He asked, a sassy look on his face.

"Survival," Millie answered, stepping up beside Blitz, her fierce determination shining through. "You want to live? Then fight with us. This isn't just about revenge; it's about reclaiming our home." Loona said with a determined look on her face. 

Another demon, a large brute with a scarred face, stepped forward. "I lost my children to those fucking angels," He growled. "I'm in."

As the murmurs turned to agreement, Blitz felt a rush of adrenaline. Their fight was gaining momentum, and with each ally they gathered, hope began to flourish. Stolas stood nearby, watching with a mixture of pride and concern.

"Keep it easy, Blitz," Stolas said, stepping closer as they moved to the next location. "Remember, your injury needs tending to."

"Later, Stolas!" Blitz insisted, shaking off the concern. "Right now, we need to focus on getting as many demons as possible on our side."

The day wore on, with Blitz leading the way through the chaos, rallying allies from every corner of Hell they could find. Each new addition to their ranks filled him with determination, but the nagging pain in his body was becoming harder to ignore. They also found Asmodeus and Fizz again, hiding in a bunker together, Fizz was of course in on the fight, but Asmodeus had his doubts about the safety of Fizz and the rest of the crew. But Stolas managed to convince him to fight back. 

Eventually, they regrouped in an abandoned warehouse, its walls crumbling but still standing strong against the encroaching chaos outside. Blitz look closely at the determined group of demons that had gathered. It was a mix of hardened fighters, terrified survivors or people who wanted revenge for the death of a family member.

"Listen up everyone!" Blitz shouted, his voice echoing in the surrounded space. "Today, We stand together against the angels. They think they can wipe us all out, but we're going to show them they're wrong! We're fighting for our homes, our families, and our very existence. So who is with me?!"

A strong sound of cheers erupted, and Blitz's heart pounded in his chest. The adrenaline surged through him, ignoring the pain as he prepared to lead them into battle. As night fell, they finalized their plan. Blitz stood with Stolas, Moxxie, Millie and Loona at the front, the gravity of their mission settling over them.

"Are you sure about this?" Moxxie asked, worry creasing his brow. "We've seen what those angels can do." Blitz looked around at the gathered fighters, their eyes filled with determination. "We've lost too much. If we don't take a stand now, we'll lose everything." Stolas placed a hand on Blitz's shoulder, grounding him. "I believe in you, Blitz. Just remember to watch your back."

With one last nod of encouragement from Stolas, Blitz took a deep breath and led the charge into the darkness. They moved as one, a collective force fueled by desperation and resolve.

The clash began as they met the angels in the streets, a whirlwind of chaos erupting around them. Blitz fought alongside his allies, the adrenaline pushing him beyond his limits despite the agony in his body. With every swing of his weapon, he felt the weight of his fears begin to lift, replaced by the fierce determination to protect those he loved.

But the battle was brutal. Angels descended like a storm, their radiant forms contrasting starkly against the shadows of Hell. Blitz fought through the storm, feeling the heat of their fury and the cold grip of death just beyond his reach. Each clash of weapons echoed the horrors they had faced, a reminder of the stakes they were fighting for.

"Blitz!" Stolas shouted, cutting through the cacophony of battle. "Watch out!"

Blitz turned just in time to see an angel flying toward him. He barely dodged the blow, but not without a sharp pain shooting through his Body. Gritting his teeth, he retaliated, striking back with strength that surprised even himself.

"Stay close!" He yelled to his crew, determination burning in his chest. "We can't let them break our formation!" Suddenly, Fizz was thrown into the air by Asmodeus, His robotic limps stretching out at swinging across the flying angels, letting them fall to the ground, one by one. Fizz was laughing with a creepy grin at every angel he took down. "Nice one Fizz! " Blitz yelled as they both gave each other a smile. 

The fight raged on, each moment a battle for survival. Moxxie and Millie fought valiantly by his side, their bond shining through the chaos. Each time one of them stumbled, the others were there to pull them back up. Blitz could feel the warmth of group surrounding him, a shield against the darkness. Loona was fighting a few angels with a group of other hellhounds who were willing to fight. 

But as the hours passed, the toll of the Extermination weighed heavily on them. The body count rose, and with it, the weight of their losses. Allies fell, screams of agony echoing in the night, and Blitz's heart ached with every life he saw disappear.

He fought through the despair, pushing himself harder, driven by the fear of losing Stolas, Loona, Moxxie, and Millie. The shadows of their fallen allies loomed over him, a reminder of the cost of their fight.

Finally, as the dawn broke over the horizon, painting the skies with hues of orange and red, Blitz stood amid the wreckage of the battlefield. The angels were retreating, their once-dominant force was becoming outnumbered. Victory hung in the air, bittersweet and heavy. "We won...We actually won." Blitz said in a quiet whisper.

"Blitz!" Stolas called, rushing to his side. "You did it! We did it!" Blitz turned to him, breathless and battered. "But at what cost?" He whispered, glancing at the fallen bodies around them. The joy of victory felt hollow against the backdrop of loss.

Stolas cupped Blitz's face in his hands, forcing him to meet his gaze. "We fought back. We stood together against the darkness, and we will continue to do so."

Tears stung Blitz's eyes as the weight of their shared ordeal crashed over him. "I was so scared, Stolas. scared of losing you, of losing everyone i care about."

"I was scared too," Stolas admitted, his voice trembling. "But we're alive. We made it through. Together."

In that moment, the chaos faded into the background, leaving only the two of them standing in the ashes of their battle. Blitz felt a surge of emotion well up inside him, a sense of clarity amid the turmoil.

The world around them faded, leaving just the two of them standing amidst the wreckage of their lives, hearts laid bare. The bond they shared was a beacon of hope against the darkness, a reminder that even in the face of despair, they had each other.

As they embraced, the reality of their victory began to sink in. They were changed, forever marked by the horrors they had faced, but they were also united. In that moment, surrounded by the remnants of their fight, they knew they could face whatever the future held—together.

With a renewed sense of purpose, Blitz turned to his crew, all jumping at him in a group hug, weary but alive. They had endured the worst Hell could throw at them and had come out stronger. As they all let go of the hug Blitz stood up and looked around the area with a sad expression.

"Let's honor those we lost," Blitz said, his voice steady. "We'll rebuild. We'll fight for those who can't fight anymore. This is our home, and we will protect it."

A chorus of agreement rang out among the demons, their spirits rekindled by Blitz's words. As they began to regroup, planning their next steps, Blitz felt a weight lift from his shoulders.

They were no longer just survivors; they were warriors, bound by their shared struggles and their unwavering determination to protect what was theirs. And in that moment, Blitz knew that no matter what lay ahead, they would face it together—united against the darkness, ready to reclaim their lives.

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The sun began to rise over the horizon, casting a warm golden light across the battlefield that had witnessed both the horrors of war and the resilience of those who fought. Blitz stood amidst the remnants of the fight, the smell of smoke and ash lingering in the air. It was a bittersweet victory. They had survived, but the cost was high. The bodies of their fallen allies lay scattered, and the faces of the lost haunted him.

"Blitz," Stolas called, his voice filled with concern as he approached. He looked weary, yet there was a glimmer of hope in his eyes, a stark contrast to the devastation around them.

"Yeah?" Blitz replied, trying to muster a smile. But it faltered as the pain in his body flared up, reminding him of the injuries he had sustained during the last battle. Blood stained his shirt, and he tried to stand up. The moment he was standing, he felt lightheaded, the adrenaline of the fight finally beginning to fade.

"You really need to sit down," Stolas urged, placing a gentle hand on Blitz's back. "You're bleeding too much, you literally got hit in the stomach with a weapon and haven't calmed down since."

"I'm fine," Blitz insisted, though his voice wavered. "We need to—" Blitz fell into Stolas's body, almost passing out. Blitz was breathing very heavily in Stolas's arms, and he had trouble seeing.

"Blitz!" Stolas interrupted, his tone firm, yet caring. "You are clearly not fine. I tried to let you decide when you realize you're hurt as well, but you're losing too much blood to even see clearly. Look at you! You're about to pass out. Please, let me help you."

Blitz hesitated, pride battling with the overwhelming weakness and dizziness he felt. The blood loss was starting to catch up with him, and he could feel his strength weakening. defeated, he nodded, allowing Stolas to guide him toward a nearby rock formation that offered some shade.

"Sit," Stolas commanded softly as they reached the shaded area, helping Blitz lower himself onto a flat stone. The cool surface felt comforting against his skin, and he closed his eyes for a moment, trying to catch his breath.

"Thanks," He murmured, the weight of exhaustion pressing down on him. Stolas knelt beside him, Searching through a small pack he had saved from the battlefield.

"I've got some supplies," Stolas said, his voice steady as he pulled out bandages and antiseptic. "Just let me clean and dress your wounds, alright?"

Blitz nodded, feeling a mix of vulnerability and gratitude. "I'm sorry for worrying you," He admitted, glancing at the demon. "I didn't mean to push myself like that." Stolas chuckled lightly, but there was a seriousness in his eyes. "You have to understand, Blitz, your safety is important to me. I can't lose you as well."

As Stolas began to clean the wound on Blitz's body, the gentle touch of his hands sent shivers through him. "It hurts a bit," Blitz winced, gritting his teeth. "But I guess that's what I get for trying to be a hero."

"You're not just a hero," Stolas replied, meeting his gaze. "You're my hero, and I need you to be healthy and safe. We've lost so much, and I can't bear the thought of losing you."

Blitz felt his heart swell at Stolas's words, a warmth spreading through him that contrasted with the pain of his injury. "I've been so scared, Stolas," He confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. "Scared of losing you, of losing everyone. It felt like I was fighting for a lost cause."

Stolas paused, the bandage in his hand trembling slightly. "We're not lost, Blitz. We fought back and reclaimed our lives. You were incredible out there, you were speaking like a true leader and made everyone believe in themselves."

A soft blush crept across Blitz's cheeks as he looked away, embarrassed yet pleased by the praise. "I couldn't have done it without you all," He said, his voice thick with emotion. "I fought for you, for everyone."

"I know," Stolas replied, wrapping the bandage around Blitz's shoulder with care. "And that's what makes you so special. You fight for others, even when you're hurting yourself."

"I just wish it didn't have to come to this," Blitz sighed, frustration lacing his voice. "So many lives lost, all because of those damned angels." Stolas finished wrapping the bandage and looked deep into Blitz's eyes. "We will honor those we lost by living," He said firmly. "We have to move forward, together."

Blitz felt tears prick at the corners of his eyes, overwhelmed by the emotions swirling within him. "You're right. It's just... hard. I want to be strong for everyone, for you."

"You are strong, Blitz. Stronger than you realize," Stolas reassured him, reaching out to cup his cheek. "But you also need to allow yourself to be vulnerable. I'm here for you, no matter what."

Blitz leaned into Stolas's touch, feeling a sense of comfort wash over him. "I don't know what I'd do without you, Stolas. You give me strength, even when I feel like I'm falling apart." Stolas smiled, a genuine warmth radiating from him. "And you give me courage. Together, we can face anything that comes our way."

Blitz stared deeply at Stolas's eyes as he continued to talk "We have always been stronger together, even when we-" Suddenly Blitz started to kiss Stolas, He seemed surprised by the sudden kiss, but he leaned into it. When they finally let go, Blitz started to talk again. "I...ah...sorry....I guess that was still the adrenaline kicking in......"

Stolas stared at blitz as he was blushing. "Did you hear me complain?" Stolas said as he gave blitz a small kiss on his cheeks, which made Blitz blush even more. And they both started to smile together, pressing their heads onto each other.

"Yeah! You get that feathered ass Blitz!!" Fizz screamed in the background, who totally watched that exchange happen. Loona, Moxxie and Millie were smiling at the two with a little relieved grin, but they didn't say anything because they didn't want to ruin their moment. "Were you fucking all just staring at us?" Blitz screamed back at them. Stolas started to laugh, which made Blitz laugh as well.  And they started to lay down, holding each others hand.

"I love you, Stolas," He confessed, the words spilling out in a rush. "I was so afraid to say it, but I need you to know. You give me strength when I feel like i'm breaking down." Stolas's eyes widened in surprise, then softened with understanding. "I love you too, Blitz. You've always been my strength, even when you doubted yourself."

As they sat together, the reality of their situation settled in. The battle had been fierce, and the aftermath was still raw, but there was a flicker of hope igniting in Blitz's heart. They had fought against the darkness and emerged, battered yet unbroken.

Blitz looked around at the gathered crew, their expressions reflecting a mix of grief and resilience. Moxxie and Millie were nearby, comforting one another amidst the chaos. Allies they had rallied stood together, united in their survival.

"Let's give them a reason to fight," Blitz said, his voice steadying with newfound resolve. "We need to honor our fallen friends and rebuild what we've lost." Stolas nodded, a proud smile gracing his lips. "You're right. Let's gather everyone and hold a memorial for those we lost. They deserve to be remembered."

With Stolas's help, Blitz rose to his feet, swaying slightly but determined to push through the pain. They walked toward the center of the gathering, where their crew and allies were starting to assemble.

"Listen up!" Blitz called, his voice steadying as he drew everyone's attention. "We've been through hell and back, and we've lost so much. But we survived. We fought against the angels, and though we may be battered, we are not broken. We will honor those we lost today, and we will stand together as one."

A wave of murmurs and nods swept through the crowd, the shared pain creating a bond stronger than any they had known. Moxxie stepped forward, taking Blitz's hand in solidarity. "We're all in this together. We'll honor the memories of our friends and continue their legacy by fighting for our home."

Millie joined them, her fierce spirit shining through the grief. "We will rebuild! We will make Hell a place where we can all live without fear!" As the crew rallied together, Blitz felt a swell of pride and love for those around him. They were a family forged in the fires of adversity, and together, they could face anything.

Stolas stood beside him, a pillar of strength and support. "We will create a place where we can thrive, not just survive. This is our home, and we will protect it."

Blitz's heart raced as he looked at Stolas, a sense of gratitude flooding through him. "Thank you for standing by me, for believing in us. I trust you, Stolas, and I'm ready to face whatever comes next with you."

"I trust you too, Blitz, with all my heart" Stolas replied, his voice strong and unwavering. "Together, we can conquer any darkness."

The crew began to share stories of their fallen friends, honoring their memories with laughter, tears, and love. As they spoke, Blitz felt a sense of healing wash over him. Though the wounds of their losses would take time to heal, they were no longer alone in their pain. They had each other, and together, they would rebuild.

As the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting a warm glow over the gathering, Blitz felt a renewed sense of hope. The darkness they had faced was still present, but it was no longer scary. With Stolas by his side, and their friends surrounding them, he knew they could forge a path toward a brighter future.

The bonds they had formed through the struggle would guide them as they embraced the adventures that lay ahead. With hearts full of love and determination, they would face the challenges of Hell together, united against whatever darkness dared to come their way.

As night fell, they lit candles in memory of those lost, the flickering flames a symbol of resilience and hope. Blitz watched the light dance in Stolas's eyes, feeling a warmth spread through him. Whatever awaited them in the shadows, they would confront it hand in hand, and no matter what, they would always have each other.

In the heart of darkness, they had found their light, and together, they would shine brighter than ever before.

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