AN: Yeah, this one ended up being faster then I thought. So here is the next chapter, and I know that normally I do Imp On Fire next, but there is going to be a bit of a detraction from that. I've been given permission from artist DaniDraws to do a fanfic with their character Spiroz.

For those of you who do not know, Spiroz is DaniDraws concept of a son between Blitzo and Stolas. I actually normally avoid M-Preg stuff, but I couldn't help but find this character adorable and before I knew it I had an idea for a fanfic. So yeah, I'm going to be giving my attention to that fanfic for awhile before I go back to my normal schedule. However, the fanfic is only a few chapter (No more then 6) so it will not be a long wait. Besides, I can use a break from my route and who doesn't love more Stolitz?

Anyway, as always, please help out at the TV Tropes Page for the series at: https://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/FanFic/SavingBlitzo

***

"Okay, I admit. I wasn't expecting this," Metatron said as he stared at Stolas, who was still glowing with the runes on his entire body. He didn't dare move an inch until Metatron had said so or agreed to this deal. Rubbing the back of his head, the Voice of God sighed and shook his head. "You really are willing to swear an unbreakable and eternal vow to serve forever on our side? Your bloodline, your servants, and their families? Did you even-"

"I asked every single one of them. From my daughter to the janitors," Stolas answered firmly. "Every guard, spy, legionnaire, butler, maid, cook, tailor, gardener, and so on has agreed to allow me to do this. If even a single one of them said no, I wouldn't be doing this right now. But they all are willing to do it. My daughter is willing to risk it all."

"If Lucifer finds out, he'll do worse than kill you," Metatron warned as he crossed his arms. "I won't be able to save you from his wraith."

"I know," Stolas whispered, closing his eyes. "But it's a risk that I, and everyone else, is willing to take."

"All for this one single Imp? Why?" Metatron asked.

Why? There was only one reason why and it was the only one that was needed.

"Because I love him."

There was a long silence save for the surrounding universe around them. Metatron didn't move a muscle, nor did his eyes exhibit any emotion. After what seemed like an eternity, Metatron sighed and took out his own personal Aion. "I can't make this choice on my own. I need to make a few calls. So wait here."

Stolas merely nodded as he slowly got up and watched as Metatron walked towards one end of the room and disappeared without a trace. Sitting down, the prince slowly poured himself another cup of tea and began to wait.

Wait. And Pray.

***

Because of what happened yesterday, Moxxie felt it best that he and Millie didn't go to work for a few days. At least until Blitzo had awakened. Loona felt the same thing when Moxxie called her, but it was hard to hear the Hellhound due to how low her tone was. Moxxie swore he could listen to her silently sobbing behind the call and made a quick text to Octavia to have her watch over her. He may not have gotten along with Loona that well, but he felt it was part of his responsibility to look after her while his boss was healing.

Speaking of which, Moxxie decided to visit him to see how his condition was. Millie was still too frightened to come, and she decided to just stay home and talk to her family on the phone. He suggested she also look up some good baby names to distract her from her guilt. There was part of Moxxie, a small amount, that wanted to deck his boss for jumping off the building and nearly getting killed, but the Imp knew that it would do no good. Blitzo was already in a fragile state, physically and mentally, and much as Moxxie wanted to strangle him for his actions, he pushed those feelings down.

So instead, he just stared at the barely breathing imp before him, wrapped in more bandage tape than a mummy. Every second he heard the heart rate monitor beep, his own heart jumped inside his chest. It was almost like he was expecting it to go flat-line any second now. That sound was still the scariest and most horrifying thing that Moxxie had ever heard in his life.

...Well, second worst sound, Moxxie thought as he closed his eyes. The sound of a bomb going off as the screams of hundreds of innocent demons yelling in terror echoed in his head, along with his own cry of horror, disbelief, and betrayal.

Pushing those thoughts aside, Moxxie refocused his attention on Blitzo. After a few more minutes of just silently watching, he whispered, "You're a real asshole, you know that?" He went silent for a bit just in case his boss heard him. "Here we are trying to help you, and you pull a shitty stunt like this."

Moxxie could feel his hands trembling as he clenched them. "Nearly getting yourself killed like that. We didn't fight our way through dozens of demons just to save your sorry red ass. Risking our lives just to help you so you can just die on us like that." He closed his eyes in rage. "You have no right to die. Not after how much Loona has cried for you. Not after my wife and I risked everything to get you back. There are days where I wonder why I still stick by you. Days when I question why, in Satan's name, do I stick with this fucking bastard who just makes my life more complex than it needs to be!"

Tears dripped down Moxxie's face as he got up and marched over to Blitz. "Because sometimes I wonder if it would be best to just go. Leave you and this company and take Millie somewhere where we don't have to deal with this constant bullshit. And do you want to know why I don't fucking do that?!"

Taking a few deep breaths, Moxxie slowly gripped the edges of the bed and felt his knees buckled. "Because, Blitz, you're the only goddamn friend I have in this forsaken hellhole."

He knew the faults of his boss. All his issues and the problems he caused. A more intelligent demon would have just left. Abandon this job and find a new place to thrive. Every demon knew that you had to survive, and when you were with Blitzo, that risk of ending up dead was higher than any ordinary day in this fucked up universe. Since joining I.M.P, Moxxie had nearly ended up in his own grave while being made fun of for everything from his dress attire to his taste in music. All because of this one damn Imp in front of him that he was sobbing for. Some would say this was an abusive relationship, and maybe it somewhat was, but there was more to it. There was always more to Blitzo. It took a long time for Moxxie to see it, but he saw it, which kept him going with his boss ever since.

"...Do you remember when we were visited by that Fallen Ange l a year and a half ago?" Moxxie whispered as he opened his eyes and looked at the calm face of his unconscious boss. "That was the day that I realized that there was a good side to you...and why I stand by you even after all that has happened..."

***A Year And A Half Ago***

"For fuck's sake, Sir! Did you ever stop and think about what you are doing with the money we earn?!" Moxxie shouted on what had to be the sixth time today alone that his boss had done something to piss him off.

The first was when Blitzo threw the morning coffee in Moxxie's face, telling Moxxie that he hated the kind of sugar he used and to make a different one. The second one was when Blitzo sent out that email of a GIF that had Moxxie's head on top of a pig that was being whipped by a farmer who had Millie's face on it. He swore he never heard Loona laugh harder than that moment in his time knowing her.

The third and fourth were connected as they had a client come in, and it turned out to be an Odor Ogre demon, whose kind was said to smell so bad that anytime they farted, it resulted in mass loss of life. Everyone had quickly gotten their gas masks. All save for Moxxie due to Blitzo taking two of them. Moxxie had tried to escape, but the smell emitting from the demon was too much, and he fainted. Which led to Blitzo giving him mouth to mouth to wake him up an hour later. And Moxxie swore he used this tongue.

The fifth one was just unable to attend lunch with his wife because Blitzo wanted his help, which led to the current issue. Moxxie grunted as he placed the couch in Blitzo's office, a brand new one made of expensive dragon scale skin that he had been moving for half an hour now while his boss was drinking a soda from a straw. After letting out a burp, Blitzo said, "Oh come on, Moxxie. It was only about thirty grand or so. So what if I took it out of the planned company vacation fund. We're so busy these days that I doubt we'll have time for a vacation anyway. Also, I think we should move it to the left more."

"But why do you need a dragon-scaled couch to begin with? What's the point?" Moxxie grumbled, rolling his eyes.

"Hey, winter is coming up soon, and my ass needs to be warm so I can properly kill people later," Blitzo answered with a smirk. "Dragon scales are hot even after they've been removed from their owners. So I want to make sure my buns are toasty."

"Sir, we live in Hell. In the Pride Ring. It's one of the hotter rings in the entire pentagram," Moxxie pointed out. "This isn't the Ring of Treachery where it's so cold your dick falls off."

"Yes, but it gets very windy. Wind means a drop in temperature, and a drop in temperature means cold. So that means cold ass. End of discussion," Blitzo said before tossing his soda away and clapping his hands. "Now chop chop. I wanna get this done before I get lunch."

Moxxie was about to yell something when the doorbell to their office rang, and Blitzo quickly smashed the door open in the smaller Imp's face to rush to it. Picking himself off the ground, Moxxie grumbled to himself as Blitzo started his greeting. "Welcome to the Immediate Murder Professionals where we kill whoever you want so long...as...um...hi?"

Hearing Blitzo's speech died down, Moxxie looked up to wonder what caused such a thing, only to feel his skin turn white upon seeing who was in front of the door. What stood before them was such a beautiful creature that even Moxxie, happily married that he was, felt his heart nearly leap out of his chest upon seeing her enter their office without so much as a glance towards Blitzo. Her super snow-white skin was so pure-looking that it looked like fragile glass. Her narrow, thin yet cold delicate eyes were gazing around with a stylish look that, upon making contact with Moxxie, he felt his instincts telling him not to piss this woman off. And there was a good reason. Behind her back were pure black angel wings, and only one kind of race in all of Hell had those: Fallen Angels.

The highest level of demons in the entire hierarchy of Hell. Once former Angels of Heaven, now demons damned to the pits of the underworld for their failed rebellion. A being that even Prince Stolas would not fuck around with. She wore a dark blood red dress that only went to her knees with open slots on the sides so that one could see her long pale legs. Her breasts were only half exposed to the world, the rest covered by her outfit, while a silver brooch with a violet gem inside lay between both mounds. A silver circlet with a crescent moon and stars were on her head, and her wings shoulders were also protected by silver armor that looked more expensive than every house on the entire block. The only thing that looked normal about her was the black briefcase she had in her right hand.

"Hmm, I expect this place to be smaller," the female Fallen Angel said before turning to Blitzo. "Are you Mr. Bliz?"

"Uh, yeah!" Blitzo said with a nervous smile before he rushed in front of the lady. "I'm Blitz. The 'o' is silent. Founder and CEO of I.M.P. Um, can we help you miss...?"

"My name is Amanda Sar-Elion," the Fallen introduced herself while ignoring the open hand of Blitz before looking around. "Is there an office where we can discuss business?"

"Sure! My office is right this way!" Blitzo said as he guided Ms. Sar-Elion into his room. "Moxxie, get our client something to drink!"

"That won't be necessary," Ms. Sar-Elion proclaimed as she took a seat across the desk and folded her legs. "I'm not staying for long. I would also like to talk in private for our discussion, Mr. Blitz."

"Of course. Moxxie? Get the fuck out," Blitzo proclaimed as he pointed to the door.

For once, Moxxie didn't talk back and merely nodded. He wasn't going to argue when there was a client, a Fallen Angel especially, in the room. Upon closing the door behind him, Moxxie was about to head back to his office when he paused. This was just too suspicious and unnatural. All their clients have mostly been sinners, everyday demons, or an occasional low-level Overlord or noble who needed someone in the human world taken out discreetly for some kind of powerplay of theirs. Why the ever-living fuck would a Fallen Angel of all demons come into this establishment?

Unable to ignore his curiosity, Moxxie pressed his ear against the door just as the sound of Blitzo flopping to his desk seat echoed out loud. "So, what can I.M.P. do for you today, Ms. Sar-Elion? Need someone killed in the human world? That's our specialty."

"Yes, about that. Do you mind telling me how you can do such a thing?" Ms. Sar-Elion asked, sounding both cold and yet intrigued. "There are very few ways for demons to enter the human world, most of them via summoning or possession or the construction of a Hell Gate. You seem to be able to avoid all three. Such a thing is a very powerful and rare ability to have. How do you do it?"

"Sorry, but that's a company secret," Blitzo answered quickly. "I'm not at liberty to discuss that."

"I see. I suppose that's understandable," Ms. Sar-Elion hummed before there was a small moment of silence. She then spoke, "To be honest, Mr. Blitz, I am not here as a client. I'm here with an offer. I represent an organization that you've caught the interest of, specifically my boss. Normally, someone like you isn't even worth taking an interest in. Still, with your ability to go into the human world and your astonishing success rate, my boss has decided to offer you a chance to join his company in an entry-level position."

"Oh? And who's your boss?" Blitzo asked as well as Moxxie in his mind. Who would want to hire Blitzo, of all people?

"That would be Lord Abaddon. Head and CEO of Excelsis Mors ."

There was a loud bang in an instant. Moxxie didn't know if that was his jaw or his boss's that went through the floor first. Excelsis Mors was the most highest-rated assassination company in all of Hell itself. Owned and led by Lord Abaddon, one of the top-ranking demons in Hell, the organization was composed of the Top S and A ranking assassins who were strong enough to take on actual Exterminators one on one. They were well paid and well managed and maintained with strict professionalism that earned them the respect and fear of all demons from every circle. Their hits were legendary to the point that half of them seemed impossible to even do. One of the most famous ones was when a mighty demon, Ahriman, had taken over the ring of Heresy about a thousand years ago. He was looking to take over more until one single assassin, trained by Abaddon himself, killed Ahriman and his top men before they had a chance to continue their rebellion.

"A-A-A-Abaddon wants to hire us for a job?" Blitzo asked in disbelief.

" Lord Abaddon wants to hire you for permanent employment. In other words, Mr. Blitz, you've impressed my boss enough that he's willing to give you an entry-level position as one of our assassins for our company." There were some ruffling of paper sounds before she continued. "We believe that this will be a good starting offer."

"...$195,000 a year?!" Blitzo screamed, and Moxxie was almost about to scream in shock too. A single year of that kind of salary would be enough to put him and Millie out of their debt. They could always get the perfect life they had always dreamed about with money like that.

"Along with bonuses depending on how your skills go. Paid Vacation Time and Sick Leave will be available to you. Access to top-of-line premium health care. We even can provide housing at a discount price in the capital city where our headquarters is located should you require it. We also know you have a daughter and, depending on how your first year goes, we can set you up for a paid scholarship for any college of her choice should she wish to go. You also can invest in the company stock and rise through our ranks should you prove to be resourceful enough. Not to mention saving enough for your 401K and retirement plan when you decide to leave us. And should something happen to you, your family will be provided for upon your death."

"...There is no fucking way this is real," Blitzo stated. "Look, lady, I'm an Imp. Last time I checked, higher-ups like you would never hire us for anything save for janitor duty."

Moxxie had to agree with his boss. Much as he hated to admit it, being an Imp meant that your jobs were limited. Most were farmers in the Wrath Ring like Millie's family, and the others that weren't mostly ended up doing criminal or low-paying jobs. The luckiest you could get was working as a servant for a noble family, but they were often mistreated to the point where some just killed themselves in despair. Yet here was a Fallen Angel from one of Hell's most prominent and influential companies offering them deals that any Imp would kill their own mother for.

"I admit that this is a bit...unusual to be hiring one of your kind for such a position, but like I said, you have impressed Lord Abaddon," Ms. Sar-Elion stated. "Needless to say, it's an offer that doesn't come twice for you, Mr. Blitz."

"Well, fuck yeah, I wanna...wait a minute," Blitzo paused. There was a bit of silence before he asked, "What about my employees? My daughter, Moxxie, Millie? Where are there deals?"

"Oh, well, I'm afraid this offer is only for you and you alone," Ms. Sar-Elion said, which made Moxxie's heart sink. "The others are not being given anything."

"Wait, what? I'm good, best at what I do, but they also helped a lot," Blitzo stated. "The three of them are good at their jobs as well. They're...they're part of this company. Why not give them a deal?"

"Frankly, Mr. Blitz, the truth is we're going to be dealing with a lot of PR issues by hiring you. Hiring two more Imps and a Hellhound is too big of an issue that we're willing to deal with. You have the experience, we've seen your resume, and you have the means to go into the human world. Your daughter will benefit from working for us, so I see no reason why she cannot just do her own thing. As for the married imp couple..." She let out a small giggle. "I'm afraid you're going to just hand them their pink slips."

Moxxie felt his body shake as he closed his eyes and growled. Even if this was a being that could snap Moxxie in half, he wanted nothing more than to tell this bitch to go fuck herself. She wanted him and Millie to be thrown under the bus and abandoned like yesterday's trash. And yet, the worst part of it was he knew Blitzo would do it.

He had been waiting—no dreading—this day for a long time. The day that Blitzo, the selfish, egotistical jerkass, would abandon them. Moxxie shouldn't have been surprised because he knew what Blitzo's attitude was like but hoped, in vain, that there was some good to him. But it looks like the day has finally arrived. The offer that Blitzo was being given was not one someone would throw away just like that. Moxxie closed his eyes and wondered what he should do when he heard his boss talk again.

"So, to get this offer, I need to not only end my own company but leave my employees out to dry?" Blitzo asked.

"Pretty much."

RIIIIIP!

Moxxie's eyes opened up wide before he felt his jaw open up a second time. No way. No way he...

"What did you just do?!" Ms. Sar-Elion shouted as Blitzo continued to rip the offer up.

"What does it look like? I'm rejecting your offer," Blitzo answered as if he just swatted a fly. "Thanks, but I'll stick to what I got for now. Tell Lord Abby-Dabby that I'll wait until he comes up with a better offer."

"I don't think you just realized what you just did," Ms. Sar-Elion growled. "This is an offer that doesn't come once a year. This is a once-in-a-lifetime thing. Hundreds of thousands of assassins would try to kill an Archangel themselves for a chance to get this kind of offer. And you're throwing it away?! Why?!"

"...This company is my family," Blitzo said as the sound of him getting up and, in one of his rare times, started talking seriously. "You expect me to hang my employees out to dry like that? I'm a scumbag, I'll admit that, but I'm not that much of an asshole!" The sound of his fist slamming into the table echoed in Moxxie's ear. "Listen here, bitch. If you want me, you gotta bring the rest with me. Loona's my daughter, and the day I leave her without a job, even with all those fancy benefits, is the day I turn in my father card. Millie's one of the most loyal people I've ever had the pleasure of knowing and working with, and I will not replay that by chucking her off to the side. And Moxxie?"

Moxxie held his breath.

"God knows he's such a tiny dick whinny, but he's a good shot, a good husband, and got a good head on his shoulders. I might disagree with him on many things, but he's earned my respect for being true to them. Those three demons I work with are some of the finest people I know in my life. No, they're the family I choose to have and shed blood with. So if the price of such a deal is abandoning my family, then you can go fuck off because if there is one rule I follow in my life, it's that you don't give up on family."

"Blitz..." Moxxie whispered as he felt tears misting in his eye. A genuine smile came over his face as, for the first time, Moxxie honestly could say he was proud and happy to have Blitz as a boss.

No.

As a friend.

"Now, if you're done here, get your ass out of my office!"

"...Fine."

Moxxie could hear the Fallen Angel coming, so he rushed back to his office and hid behind his door just as she exited Blitzo's with a stern look in her eyes. She turned around and glared. "You are a fool, Mr. Blitzo. And you will regret not taking our offer."

"Why don't you take those fancy wings and fly off. I'm not interested in hearing any bullshit from you," Blitzo said before pointing to the door. "And the 'o' is silent!"

With one last glare, the Fallen Angel walked away and slammed the door behind her. Blitzo sighed and took out a cigarette from his back pocket before lighting it. Pretending to make it look like he didn't know what was happening, Moxxie walked over to his boss with a small smile. "So, what happened?"

"Eh, fat load of nothing," Blitzo replied, letting out a puff. "Anyway, the couch is fine as it is. Go get your lunch break, Mox. I gotta drink a few bottles of whiskey."

Moxxie nodded and turned around before he paused in his step and turned back. "Hey? Blitz? Do you want to have lunch with me?" His boss turned around, eyebrows raised. "I mean, we really don't spend that much time together, so I figured we could have a guys lunch and all that."

"...Geez, Moxxie, and here I thought you were a decent guy to your wife, but now you're taking me out to lunch? Have you no shame?" Blitzo asked with a grin.

Rolling his eyes and snorting, Moxxie replied, "Sir, you are one to talk considering who you sleep with for that book we use. And second, I wouldn't cheat on Millie even if Queen Lilith was to show her tits in my face. I'm just asking to hang out as friends, okay?"

"W-Well, when you put that way, why the fuck not?" Blitz said as he threw his cigarette out a window and walked over with his arm around Moxxie's neck. "Let's go do some male bonding. And I'll even pay for my own lunch this time. But you do the tip."

"Fine, I guess that's the best I'll get," Moxxie chuckled as the two imps walked out of the office.

***Present***

"That was the day I realized that there was more to you than what I saw," Moxxie continued to speak as he looked over at his unconscious boss. Slowly, he placed his hand in Blitz's and squeezed it. "It wasn't the first time I saw you act like a decent person, for a demon, that is, but it's the one that I always remind myself of anytime you push me to the edge. Now I understand that it was just your way of dealing with the issues you have deep inside of you."

Moxxie closed his eyes and remembered what Blitzo shouted during his breakdown the day he woke up after they saved him from Stella's family summer home: "Don't you dare say otherwise, Moxxie! Because you're right about me! I'm a sad immature imp who can't accept the fact that I'm jealous that you two have what I never had! What I lost because of my own actions!"

"I don't know who Zella was, but I take it she was once what I have with Millie right now," Moxxie spoke with a heavy sigh. "If I lost her...or this baby...like you did? I'd probably lose it as well. But for some reason, you kept going...and I'm not saying we can fix you as easy as fixing a broken model airplane. But I want to help you. We all do. Because deep down we both care about each other, for all the shit we go through, we're more than just co-workers."

He closed his eyes and sighed. "We're a family. And like you said that day, you don't give up on family."

Moxxie was about to leave when something stopped him, and he froze. His hand was being squeezed.

He slowly looked back and saw, eye to eye, Blitzo tearfully looking at him.

"...please don't go..." he whispered.

Moxxie, dripping with his own tears, merely nodded and held on.

***

It had been hours, but no sign of Metatron. Stolas wondered who he was calling, but that could range from any of the Archangels to God himself. Despite having poured a cup of tea earlier, they hadn't once drunk it and instead just sat there in the silence of the astral galaxy around him. He was beginning to think nothing would be done until he heard footsteps and turned to this right.

Metatron walked back, his six eye wings behind him, as he slowly sat down and folded his hands. "I've talked it over with several angels, including Raphael himself."

"...And?" Stolas asked, heart momentarily stopping.

"...We agree to help." Stolas was about to shout his thanks at the top of his lungs when Metatron held his hand up. "There are, however, a few conditions."

Stolas took a few deep breaths and calmed himself. "Of course. Name them."

"First, we want you to support Princess Charlie's Hazbin Hotel and her efforts to redeem the souls of sinners," Metatron stated, much to the owl demon's surprise. "You can support her publicly or privately. It doesn't matter. But we ask that you assist her not just financially, but in other ways as well."

"May I ask why?" Stolas inquired. He didn't think Heaven had an opinion on Charlie's little project. Especially since the real goal was always to create new Heavens and Hells to stop the Exterminations and end the Population Crisis. "Not that I have anything against her or her hotel. I am just curious as to why you care."

"As you know, Lucifer was once an archangel. And while he and his brothers may be enemies, his brothers do see Charlie as their niece and have come to respect and care about her in their own way," Metatron explained as he poured another tea for himself, now hot all of a sudden, and drank it. "They actually applaud her efforts to save sinners by making them repent since that is one of Hell's purposes, but this creates enemies. There are...certain figures who want to see this hotel fail. If you were to back them, with money and protection, then it would make sure she stays safe and perhaps help her succeed."

Stolas was about to agree until he remembered something that made him give a sour face: Stella. His ex-wife was now living at Hazin Hotel for reasons that still eluded him. While he dreaded doing anything with this former wife, it was a small price to pay if it meant getting Blitzy cured. "Very well, I accept."

"Very good. The second is that while we are willing to give you a Spirit Healer to cure Blitzo, we are not going to force one to do so," Metatron said, which made Stolas's eyes widen. "This was Raphael's condition. He treats his personal apprentices like his own sons and daughters, and the Spirit Healers are no exceptions. He believes he can find one that will be willing, of their own free will, to accept this challenge, but in case he finds nobody, then there will be no deal. Of course, should we fail to give you a Spirit Healer, we will not have you swear fealty to us for eternity."

Stolas gripped his fists. There was nothing he could do about that one. It was out of his hands, and he doubted he could give a personal reward seeing as he was giving everything to the angels already. "And the last?"

"The last one requires Mr. Blitz to agree to this," Metatron said as he firmly leaned forward.

"I.M.P. must be disbanded."