Warning: Implied rape is in this chapter. Nothing graphic, but I am warning you its mentioned.

***Three Days Ago***

A splash of water awoke Blitzo with a gasp as he looked around and saw himself back in the dungeon with Bob, Steve, and Bitch, the one who had thrown ice cold water on his naked body. Looking down, Blitzo saw that his clothes were now completely off, and he was butt naked as the day he was born.

Remembering what he heard earlier, Blitzo tried to get up and take a break for the door, but his body quickly gave in, and he fell to his side in frustration. The injuries on his body were still too much for him to handle, and he had a bad feeling that things were only going to get worse. His fears were soon founded as Steve walked over to a desk that wasn't there before and picked up a spiked whip with dried blood on it. Blitzo's eyes widened as he was forced up by Bob, despite his struggles, and soon found himself facing the direction of the wall. A set of chains and locks from above quickly came down, and he was forced to lift his arms so he could be locked inside of them.

Gasping, Blitzo soon found himself raised a few feet above the floor. The door soon opened, and Blitzo was forced to swing around where a cloaked figure in dark grey entered the room along with a tall fancy-dressed owl demon with green and white feathers. He was dressed in a blue suit with golden buttons while looking at Blitzo like you would at a disgusting bug. The cloaked figure, whose physical characteristics Blitzo couldn't make, walked forward and stared at Blitzo from his shadowed hood.

"You know, I always thought imps were cowardly creatures who have no honor or integrity. A selfish race that cares only for themselves and sides with whoever will protect them. You? I have some respect for the resistance you have shown."

"Thanks. Does this mean I win an Emmy?" Blitzo asked, struggling with his bonds.

The cloaked figure shook his head before turning to Bob and Steve. "You just do what I told you to do. Break him apart until his body and will are shattered. But under no circumstances are you to kill him."

Bob and Steve nodded and bowed. The cloaked figure then turned to Blitzo. "This is your last chance. Tell us where the book is or else, for the next three days, you will be in a real hell." Blitzo didn't even hesitate to respond and just spat on his coat. The cloaked figure looked at the saliva, snorted, and turned around to leave with his owl demon companion. "Have it your way."

Before Blitzo could respond, Bob forced him to turn around and face the stone wall. Five seconds later, the cracking of a whip echoed in the air before Blitzo felt its jagged blades enter deep into the flesh of his back. Blitzo was unable to hold his scream and began to curse shortly before another strike latched onto his back.

The whip came down harder and harder with each blow, striking Blitzo from his back to his limbs. Even his rump wasn't immune to its impacts. Blitzo felt his skin peeling off as blood flowed down his back and towards the ground. It was mixing with his tears that were cascading down his eyes without stopping.

He tried to think of something, anything, to block the pain. His daughter. His job. His family. Stolas. Moxxie and Millie. TV shows. Books. Movies. Horses. Anything to help ignore the pain.

Yet the pain was all he felt and could think about. The only thing he could hear was his own screaming and pleading to stop. But it never did.

***Two Days Ago***

Hell had never really been 'hell' for those born in it. Not really. It was customary to see suffering, pain, and bad luck happen to everyone around you. The strong survived. The weak were eaten. You had to always rise higher and higher, or else you were going to be the bitch who got fucked by someone else. Some humans learned this the hard way when they ended up in hell, others managed to fit right on it. Blitzo learned the truth about how Hell operated when he lost his entire family to someone stronger than them. He killed them all and left Blitzo as the sole survivor who only managed to escape thanks to luck.

He swore to never be weak and lose anything again that day. He worked his way up on a slow climb but left a lot of bodies behind him on the way. Some innocent, if that word even existed in Hell, and some who deserved it. Some bodies were regrets, but others he wished he could kill again. Blitzo thought he had finally made it to a safe spot when he made I.M.P. He had allies, contacts, power, and the means to create an influence in everyday life. Everyone wanted revenge, especially against someone in the living world, or just wanted a human eliminated for their own personal gang. Stolas wasn't the only powerful noble who hired him to kill a celebrity, politician, or activist that got in the way of their manipulations on earth. Everyone from the rich to the common used I.M.P. for their services, and life seemed to finally be going Blitzo's way despite constant financial issues.

Yet, Blitzo should have known. Hell always ends up fucking you over, and right now, Blitzo was in an all-new hell. He gasped weakly as another knife was shoved into his side. One so sharp it went into the rib bone. How he wasn't dead yet, he didn't know, but maybe it was all the drugs they put in his body if the syringes were anything to go by. The ones all over his chest, that is.

He was like a fucking pincushion with all the knives, shots, daggers, needles, and other pointy things in his body. The pool of blood that had been formed since day one of his living nightmare had increased its size by three times. Blitzo just wished he could take one of those daggers and slit his own throat to end this damned existence forced on him. Sadly, his bleeding wrists were still chained. If the suffering wasn't enough, the female owl demon took pictures, which added humiliation to his predicament.

"...please...stop it..." Blitzo begged, his voice dry and hoarse. "In the name of...whatever the fuck...just stop."

"Tough shit," Bob said as he went over to the table for another tool of torcher. "I'm actually starting to enjoy this. Shutting that fat mouth of yours."

"Fuck...you..." Blitzo muttered as the blood dripped from his eyes. "You're...sick...fucks..."

"Maybe I am, but who gives a shit," Bob muttered as he lifted up a glowing white blade and whistled. "Sunfire Steel. Said to be almost as painful as real Angel Steel. What do you say we give it a shot?"

"N-no! No please!" Blitzo begged as Steve and Bitch forced him around. "Just kill me already! I don't want this anymore! Stop!"

Blitzo begged and wailed as he felt his body shaking with fear. It was like waiting for an executioner's blade, only you knew you were going to survive and suffer the agonizing pain. Seconds seemed like hours as Blitzo struggled to free himself, foaming in the mouth and pleading once again on deaf ears

Then it came...slowly.

Blitzo had never screamed so hard in all his life nor had ever felt such pain as this. It was like his entire back and being lit on fire while deadly poisonous ants were feasting on his flesh. His very bones were melting as the hot white knife slowly peeled off his back skin. He was screaming for help, but he couldn't hear for who. The sound of his flesh burning and sizzling was too loud. Was he calling for his father? His sisters? Loona? Stolas? Satan, or God? Maybe even Jesus himself? He would take any or all of the above if it meant ending this.

Even when the knife went away, Blitzo just continued to lash out like it was there. His entire nervous system was on fire, and his brain felt ready to explode. At long last, he felt the locks come undone as his body fell into his own blood pool. He whimpered, feeling weak and pathetic, yet he didn't care. He wanted to go home. He wanted his family.

"Please...save me...anyone...save me..." Blitzo choked as he closed his eyes.

"Let's just end this," He heard Steve say to the others. "He's already been ruined."

"Boss said to continue for the rest of the day."

"N-no!" Blitzo shouted before he slowly began to crawl to them. "No more...will...do anything..."

"...Anything?" Bob asked with a sinister smirk. "Will you call me...Master?"

"Y-yes..." Blitzo wept as he lowered his head. "Y-yes master..."

"Will you kiss my feet?"

Blitzo saw a boot near his mouth, pushing his broken and teary-eyed face with a slight nudge. Blitzo gulped before taking his bleeding chapped lips and kissing the boot a few times before he was kicked back onto his side. Steve grinned as he leaned down while Blitzo just wrapped himself up with his arms. He tried to keep his teary-eyed face away from his jailers, but the owl demon forced him to with his cold and powerful talons.

"Will you let me fuck you? Fuck you so hard you'll bleed out of your asshole for weeks?"

"Ew, you want to fuck an imp?" Bitch asked, sticking her tongue out.

"Why not? If that Prince keeps him around for it, there must be something good to it, right?"

"I...I...I..." Blitzo couldn't speak. He couldn't say anything. His mind was telling him no and yes at the same time. One side said to survive no matter what, while the other said that he had his pride. He wanted to live, but was letting himself be used like this worth living? Was death just better? Or was he to continue to live with the pain?

"I don't...I..." Before Blitzo could finish, he felt the hot knife scream in the air and sliced right through his tail.

The pain returned, and Blitzo screamed harder, yet in the cursing and pleading, he said one word...one word that caused him to finally break. He said "Yes."

Blitzo felt himself die inside as he screamed it, withering into nothing as he was turned over with his ass in the air. His heart and soul shattered in pieces with each thrust into him.

When it was all done, he lay there in a feeble position while covered in a pool of his sweat, blood, tears, and cum.

Just as they promised, they left him alone, and even healed him so he wouldn't die, but it didn't matter if they weren't hurting him anymore.

Because everything now hurts both inside and out.

***Yesterday***

He didn't sleep that night. Nor did he cry. He just lay there on the cold dirt, staring into the darkness without a wink. Even when a fly touched his face, he didn't even react. He couldn't feel it nor the pain around him. It was no longer cold or hot. There was no air or warmth—just the silence and darkness.

He didn't think or move, just stared and waited. Waited for another day of suffering. He tried to think of the days before it, but they were blank. There were faces and names he remembered, but they were blurs now. All he could see was just the shadows dancing in his tomb.

It was funny. Blitzo was breathing and still thinking, yet all he felt was dead inside. His body was nothing but a sack of ruined meat. His soul was crushed and violated, with scars still pulsing inside him. His brain was burned and silent, as was his heart, which could no longer weep.

They were going to come back soon to have their way with him again. Yet, Blitzo didn't care anymore. What was the point? He was powerless. A powerless imp with nothing. Not even pride.

The sound of the door opened, but Blitzo didn't even bother turning. He just waited until he found himself being picked up by the arms. His head went limp as they dragged him out of the room, watching the stones pass as they dragged him to whatever fate awaited him. Maybe they were finally going to kill him? If so, that would be nothing but sweet relief. Or perhaps they just had something special planned for him? Didn't they need him for something? Or for someone? It was just...such a blur.

Slowly, Blitzo raised his head as he looked at his carrier and found that they weren't Bob or Steve or Bitch. It was some weird red nose bird looking guys with red faces. They looked like clowns.

Clowns. A circus. Didn't he used to be part of a circus?

No, he was part of a company. He had a family. Or two families?

There was a sharp 'ding' sound that nearly made Blitzo jump, but he relaxed when he saw a set of metal doors open. He hissed upon seeing a bright light pour into his eyes. Where were the shadows? What was this light? The strange raven demons slowly entered with Blitzo in their arms until one of them pressed a glowing button on the side of a panel. He felt the room raise itself up, and the word 'elevator' came to his mind. That's right—an elevator.

But where were they going?

A few minutes later, another 'ding' and Blitzo nearly went blind by how bright it was, but he was even more amazed by where he was. It was so...bright and colorful—shades of red and blue decorations with marble columns. A living room of soft and comfy furniture with paintings of owl demons, expensive-looking vases, even a grand piano was there with someone playing on it. She was a silver feathered owl, old too by how her feathers were wrinkled along with her grey hair. She had a green set of wings and tail while dressed in an expensive white dress with pearls and diamond earrings.

The music she was playing was some of the sweetest sounds that Blitzo had heard in...how long had it been since his suffering began? The old owl demon saw them and ceased her playing before getting up. She walked over, poised and proud, before looking down at Blitzo with uncaring eyes. The same eyes as the other owl demons, but why could he remember a set of eyes that were of caring, concern, passion, and...love?

The images were becoming less blurry. People he should know. That he knew and cared about. Who were they?

"Well, how is he?" The old demoness asked.

"He hasn't said or done anything since we got him. He appears to be suffering shock or some kind of mental breakdown, Lady Natasha," one of the guards holding him said.

"Hmm, we need him defeated, but not too broken." The one named Lady Natasha leaned down, and Blitzo focused on her talons, which were glowing green. "A small magical boost should help him."

She placed a single one of her fingers on Blitzo's head before he felt it split open. At first, there was pain, but then there was comfort. Like a warm wave of water, washing down every pour in his body. He closed his eyes and felt something he hadn't felt in a long time.

Utter peace.

Slowly, he opened his eyes and saw everything clearly without the dirt, blood, and tears to block everything. Blitzo felt like he could walk on his own two feet again and nearly did until he found himself being dragged by the...tengu. The tengu! That's what they were called.

Led by Lady Natasha, the tengu dragged the stunned Blitzo down a long red velvet hall where he saw other tengu positioned around in silence, but occasionally he also saw an owl demon dressed as a maid or butler. They looked at him, some with pity and others with disgust, but all Blitzo wanted to do was disappear.

Disappear and go back to...his...family.

His family.

His eyes widened as the faces soon became clear in his mind. He remembered them! He remembered them all! He almost felt like crying, but he was sure that his eyes were dried up. It didn't matter; his heart was weeping as he nearly cursed himself for forgetting the most important people in his life: Loona, his beloved daughter. Moxxie and Millie, his closest friends and co-workers. Stolas, his lover and supporter, along with that daughter of his who was Loona's best friend.

He had nearly forgotten them all. But where were they?! Did they get kidnapped too?! No, he remembered, it was just him. They got him, and were planning to do something with him. But what?! And where the fuck was he?!

Blitzo looked around the room to find a clue where he was being held, but then he saw the windows. For the first time in days, he saw the hellish sky of the underworld and felt his heart leap upon seeing it. He wished he could turn into a bird and fly away as far as possible. Or become a horse and ride across the black and red sandy desert with the hills so far away.

A Black and red sandy desert? That was unique. Didn't most deserts have yellow sand? The only place that had that was...was...

The name came to Blitzo's head as he slowly started to push his mind into focus. He knew the name, just at the tip of his tongue. He remembered because he had been here before. For a job? Vacation? Maybe, but it didn't matter. Wait, this place had two names! One that was commonly known and one the locals named it. He couldn't remember the former, but the latter called it... Abaddon's Corner.

That wasn't too far from Imp City. About a day's worth of traveling, actually. He was so close to home and yet so far away; it was mind-blowing to him. If only there was a way to let the others know where he was.

His experience of being dragged around like a piece of trash soon ended when Lady Natasha opened a set of doors. Waiting for them were two more tengu guards, another owl demon, and a cloaked figure. Blitzo's memory hit him like a freight train about who these two were as memories of the cloaked one made him feel suddenly cold as an ice cube. Lady Natasha walked over to the other owl demon and kissed him on the cheek. "Is everything ready, Alexander?"

"Yes," Alexander said before looking at Blitzo with disdain. "I hope he's willing to be cooperative to help us get that book."

The book.

They needed the book in order to-

"It doesn't matter. Let's make the call," the cloaked figure said as the tengu forced Blitzo onto a seat in front of a small table that only had a phone in the center. The figure leaned closer to Blitzo's face, and he swore he saw a soft glowing set of eyes underneath the dark hood. "Listen here, imp. We are going to call your company and demand the Grimoire of Worlds. You will tell them to hand it over. Do this, and we will no longer hurt you, but if you don't? Then your suffering will never end."

Blitzo gulped and nodded before staring into his scar covered hands while they made the call. Despite nearly pissing himself from hearing that bastard talk, Blitzo felt his mind divided once more. He knew what they wanted the book for, and he knew that if they got their hands on it, everything would be lost. Billions would die, and that included his family. How could he let that happen, even if it meant losing his life? But how long could he go on doing this? He was already so close to losing his mind, and what else did he have left? They broke his body, his spirit, and his pride. Was breaking his heart and mind worth it?

Blitzo closed his eyes and thought back to events that seemed so long ago. Beyond Moxxie screaming at him to be a better boss while Millie calmed him down. Past Loona's disrespect and laziness at her job to the point of not caring. Through Stolas calling him and creeping him out for how much he wanted Blitzo in bed with him. And he ignored all the times hated himself for screwing up on the jobs or business deals that put the company always on the brink of being shut down.

Because beyond all that, there were good times. Times he never would trade for anything in Hell, Earth, or Heaven.

Memories such as the team all celebrating another kill and getting drunk with laughter. Moxxie and Millie right there beside him, side by side, taking down a mafia gang with guns ablaze while spitting out jokes like there was no tomorrow. Millie asking Blitzo for advice, in secret, on how he handled Loona as a kid, hinting at her desire to start a family with Moxxie soon. He could see Moxxie hugging him and calming him down as Blitzo breaks into tears after nearly sending him to his death on an Extermination Day. Blitzo could remember Loona and him going to the mall to have some quality time, get new clothes, see a movie, and have a few selfies of them pulling pranks on losers and geeks. The touch of Stolas as he gently loves Blitzo, whispering how much he cares about him. He could see the places and adventures they had in their meetings outside of the bedroom. The memory of his Loony and Octavia, singing karaoke on a daughter and father's day out, as the two sing a song that puts both parents to tears.

A small, determined smile stretched his lips. His choice was already made.

"Hey!" Blitzo opened his eyes as he slowly turned to the three jackasses who made his life a living hell the past few days. Alexander, the annoying screeching one, was glaring at him and hooting while pointing at the phone that the cloaked figure was holding. "Pick it up and talk to them. They want to know if you're alive."

Blitzo slowly took the phone and held his breath while pressing it against his ear. "H-Hello?"

"Dad!" Loona shouted on the other end of the phone. He clutched his chest and smiled with tears upon hearing his daughter's voice. It took him a moment to realize that she called him "dad." She hadn't said that often ever since the whole "learning your parents left you to die" incident, but just hearing her say that now made him feel the happiest imp in the world. Like all his wounds and pain only healed by hearing that one single word. "Are you okay?!"

"L-Loony...s-sorry about not...getting that s-shake...daddy's...in a jam..." Blitzo said, doing his best to not cry but failed.

"Idiot. Fuck the shake! Are you okay?!"

He wanted to lie to her, but a few coughs came out of his throat. "...no...n-not really..." he answered before realizing this was his only chance to let Loona know where he was. "...it's almost as bad as that time at Abaddons' Corner ...remember?"

"Abaddons'?" Loona asked, but before he could press her memory further, Moxxie interrupted.

"Blitzo! Sir, I promise we'll get you home!"

Goddamnit, Moxxie! Why did he have to interrupt?! He looked at the cloaked figure, standing in the back, and Alexander and Lady Natasha, who was glaring at him. He looked at the tengu demons and wondered how many he could take down before they stopped or killed him.

Well, he always wanted to go down fighting.

Slowly, Blitzo raised his fist and flipped the bird at the shocked birds. "Don't give them the book." Seeing the surprised expression on their faces made Blitzo grin right then and there.

"But sir! Your life is more important than-"

"No! Fuck my life! They cannot get the book! No matter fucking what! Moxxie, you give it to them, and I swear I will -Gah!" The tengu demons were already on him before he could finish, " Get off me!"

"Sir!"

"Dad!"

Blitzo slammed the phone in the face of one of the tengu before reaching for a dagger the bird samurai had around his waist. Getting in his grip, the assassin struck it down into the neck of one of the ravens before headbutting him. "Fuck you, you son of a- GAH!" It hurt like hell to move, but Blitzo didn't care. He jumped on top of the desk, the phone still in hand, as he kicked the face of a shocked Alexander, whose nose started bleeding. "Loona, I love you! I'm sorry I didn't- ugh -keep my promise!" He winced upon feeling his leg beginning to react to the kick before being dragged down by another of the tengu, but Blitzo played dirty.

He shoved his fingers into the eyes into the raven before punching him in the nose. "Moxxie and Millie, the business is yours! Look after my d-damnit!" BLitzo rolled away just as a katana was about to slice him in two. "Daughter!" He used what little energy he had left to keep dodging the blows. "Tell-Fuck, gah! Tells Stolas I-shit fuck! I did kinda liked him and-"

BANG!

Blitzo gasped as he felt something strike his chest. Looking down, he saw a bullet hole in his lower waist before his eyes rolled back, and he fell down. Collapsing, he started coughing up blood while doing his best to keep his eyes open.

"Get him healed," the cloaked figures said as he put away a gun that Blitzo couldn't see very clearly, but it was big and had glowing white runes on it.

"Are you fucking crazy! He just broke my nose, and you want him healed after shooting him?!" Alexander cried out as he held his bleeding face.

"I warned him he would face dire consequences if he didn't listen, and I aim to make him feel that warning," the cloaked figure said as he slowly picked up the phone and continued to talk into it.

Blitzo just coughed up more blood before passing out.

***Present Day***

"Blitzo! Blitzo!" A worried voice cried out. It sounded so familiar too. "Wake up!"

"Ugh," Blitzo groaned as he shook his head. His body was sore again, but he didn't feel that big hole in his waist, which was good. Clearing his vision, he saw something, or rather someone, he didn't expect to see. "Stella? What are you doing here?"

Stolas's wife was looking at him with a horrified expression and tears in her eyes. Something that the imp rarely saw from her. Usually, it was distrust or disgust, but she looked to be genuinely worried about him. "We don't have much time! I...I'm so sorry! I never meant for this to happen! Not like this." She was sobbing but doing her best to stay calm. "I'm going to get you out of here! Back to my husband's place! I promise I'll do everything I can to make it up to you!"

"Ugh...okay?" Blitzo was confused by what she meant, but if it meant getting out of here, who the hell was he to complain. She started to undo the locks around his limbs when, suddenly, the door kicked open. Gasping, Stella turned around and saw the cloaked figure and Alexander, now supporting a band-aid on his nose, looking at them.

"Stella, what are you doing?!" Alexander demanded as two tengu rushed in and seized her.

"Alex, listen to me! We've gone too far! This has to end!" Stella cried out as the ravens took her by the arms. "Let go of me! I command you to let go of me!"

"Alexander, please take your sister to her room and make sure she doesn't do anything else to interfere with our plans," The cloaked figure said without one look towards either of them.

Alexander looked at his sister and, hooting with anger, ordered the guards to take her away. She pleaded with him to stop as she looked to Blitzo with fear and terror in her eyes. "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I promise I'll get you help!"

Once they had left, it was just Blitzo and the cloaked figure who stared at each other in silence. The cloaked figure soon moved forward with small applause, much to the imps confusion. "I must admit. My respect for you has gone up. Few would ever defy their captors after ten days of constant suffering and agony like you have been through. I thought for sure your spirit would crumble, but you defied me. I am in awe since I have never seen it in your kind."

"Maybe we're more than you think," Blitzo growled, spitting on the floor. "Maybe we're more than vermin who you think should be wiped out of existence."

"So you did overhear. Well, it won't matter. Even if your friends got to Prince Stolas, they have no way of knowing where we are or who we are. I'm afraid nobody is coming to rescue you, and you're going to die here."

Blitzo closed his eyes and shrugged. "Yeah, well, life's a bitch, and then you die. So get it over with already."

"Oh, I'm not going to kill you. I said I would make you suffer if you defied me, and I am a man of my word." The cloaked figure slowly pulled out something from his pocket, and Blitzo winced at the sight of it. It was a tiny purple worm with pincers and small teeth. It wiggled in the glove of the cloaked figure while letting out a high pitched scream. "Do you know what this is? It's called a Nightmare Parasite. Something that can only be found in the Eldritch Cities. What this little bugger does is that it will latch itself onto your brain, inside your head, and put you in a deep sleep. One that you will never wake up from. While you sleep, the worst fears you have ever held or suffered will come to life in your mind. You will be forced to watch them endlessly until your heart finally caves in from fear and kills you. Now, let's see what it is that you fear."

Blitzo tried to look away, but he couldn't move by some invisible force from the cloaked figure. He was stuck and forced to watch with his eyes wide open. The glove holding the parasite slowly got closer to his eye as it looked at Blitzo, inches away from his pupil, and screeched before jumping inside.

Then everything went dark.