The next thing Blitzø knew he was thrown into a (thankfully clean) cell to wait for his inevitable turn. Yeah like hell. he looked at every nook and cranny of that cage to find some way out of this shit. "that's not going to work. Trust me I tried" Blitzø quickly looked over at the voice "The fuck is that supposed to mean?" the imp raised their hands in defense "Listen man I'm not trying to be a dick but seriously. These cages are enchanted. They say the cells are made by satan himself in the fires of wrath. Nothing not even a goetic prince could get through these bars"

Blitzø deflated "Seriously?" The stranger nods sadly. Blitzø growls in frustration "Hey man just try not to" Before he can finish Blitzø bangs the bars of the cage. A magical blast forces him back, slamming him backwards into the other side of the cage "-slam the bars..." Blitzø groaned in pain "fucking Satan you weren't kidding.. it almost knocked out my braces" he puts a hand to the metal in his mouth and gets a magical shock for his troubles "fucking ow!" He kicks the cage being more mindful of the blast "Stupid cage-" "Hey! Quiet down imp or you'll be transferred to the other side of the facility" a guard threatens "The other side?" The guard points to a horrifying sight. Imp horns and what looked to be flayed skin. He swallows. Went pale at the sight before quietly sitting in the corner of the cage. "That's what I thought." The guard leaves the now even more frightened teenager.

"Hey. It'll be okay. What's your name kid?" Blitzø looked towards his newfound companion and mumbled. "Blitzo" "blitzo? Better change it. The royals are vicious about names. How about... Blitz? You can say the o is silent." He nods. Numb. He really was going to be sold to the highest bidder, wasn't he? He'd never see his family again. "How old are you?" He gets asked "..sixteen... today.." his friend's attempt at a comforting smile falls. "Some birthday huh?" Blitzø chuckles sadly before the chuckling slowly devolves into soft crying. His new acquaintance was silent unable to find the words to comfort the poor teen whose life just got upended. And on his birthday no less.

Hours pass by and eventually, blitzø's cell neighbour gets dragged out to be sold like cattle. Or chattle whichever one those sick fucks decide to use them for. "SOLD!" Fuck that was quick. Blitzø begins to breathe heavily as the guard from before heads his way with a smug grin "Your turn you mouthy little wretch" A magical chain appears around blitzø's neck and gets dragged off. They stop at what looks like the backstage of some theatre. The chains whirl into the ground attaching him to the floor. Once firmly attached the guard steps back and rests his hand on a lever. "now presenting our next specimen! Imp number 16,735" The guard pulls the lever pulling the curtains and revealing a vast crowd of royals and high-status demons. Even some kings are present. "this imp standing at a mere five feet and two inches comes from a circus background, as you know circus imps are eager to please sometimes in more ways than one if you're into that" the announcer winks making blitzø pissed "you can try if you wanna get your dick bit off!" a few gasps escape the crowd. "well isn't this a surprise! it seems this one is more feisty than expected. Ah, tis the woe of wrath imps" the crowd laughs. the annoying squawk of a prince about his age cuts through the air "Start the bid already!" "I see we are an eager bunch! alright bidding starts at 10,000 dollars!" Only a few royals bid for him. That's good he supposes. However, as the bid goes on the annoying prince brat And who seems to be the peacock's father outbids every single one. soon. the dreaded gavel bangs "Sold!"