***Ten Days Ago***

When Blitzo felt his mind coming to, he wondered how much he had to drink and if he ended up naked in Moxxie's bathroom again. It was hilarious to see Moxxie's expression when he came in to take his morning shower that day. It was not so hilarious when his employee tried to fry his red ass with a toaster while still in the bath. The first thing he felt was chains wrapped up around his wrist and ankles. When he opened his eyes, Blitzo looked around and saw that he was in some kind of weird medieval-like dungeon with his hands and feet bound to the wall. He struggled to get out of them for fifteen minutes before giving up.

"Great, now what did I do?" Blitzo muttered as he tried remembering what happened. "Let's see we completed the job. Moxxie acted like a pussy because of some dogs. I went to get a shake for Loona and me? And...huh, that's it."

There wasn't anything else after that—just a sense of feeling tired and then nothing. Looking around, Biltzo tried to make sense of what was going on until the door to his cell opened up, and three heavily armed samurai-like demons walked in with their claws on their katanas. They were giant red-eyed creatures with bald heads, raven appendages such as wings and talons but had the faces of crimson skinned men. They had prayer beads with tiny skulls on them around their necks, and the funniest part of them was their long red noses. Seriously, he had seen clowns with less silly faces than this.

Blitzo's first thought was that these were Stolas' guards, and he was doing some kind of bondage thing to get his owl dick hard, but the imp quickly ruled that out. Having known the demon prince for over two and a half years now, Blitzo quickly didn't recognize them as such. He couldn't recall seeing them wielding samurai armor around like some of those Kurosawa films he saw.

Something was wrong with all of this, and Blitzo needed to find out information ASAP if he was going to figure out a way out of here. "So fellas, I'm into kinky shit and all that, but usually I like to have my dates buy me a drink first? Tell you what, let me go, and I'll take us to a pretty good bar. Then we have a foursome, wake up with hangovers, and we never speak of this again? Sounds good?"

The raven samurai didn't even address him. They just stared out straight in front of them without a sound.

"Uh, hello? The handsome imp in chains is talking here. You guys both ugly and deaf?" Blitzo asked again. He grinned upon getting no response. "Well, if you want to listen to me talk until I can't breathe, I'd be happy to do so! So there was this one time where I was on the highway-"

***2 Hours Later***

"-and that's why you should never try to make a grilled cheese sandwich with a succubus in the restaurant! Especially ones who cums like a waterfall when she gets even the faintest whiff of mozzarella!"

His smile quickly turned into a frown as the three samurai shits still stood there without moving a muscle. "Christ, even Moxxie would have laughed at that one. You guys are like talking to fricken statues!"

The door opened again, which caused the raven warriors to finally move by leaving one by one. Replacing them were two owl demons that Blitzo didn't recognize. One was black-feathered with a blue crest, while the other was dark brown-feathered with black dots at the tips. Both were wearing white t-shirts and jeans, but Blitzo could see that these two were packed from the muscles they had. Not that Blitzo felt any attraction to them. Way too, beefy. He liked his owl demons thinner and smooth.

"Well, let's hope you dumb fucks are a lot more talkative than the three silent shitheads we had," Blitzo said. He was about to continue when the dark brown feathered one punched him in the face. Blitzo felt spit come out of his mouth and shook his head. "Ow! What the fuck was that for?!"

"Where is the book?" the black-feathered one said with an eastern European accent.

"What book?!" Blitzo demanded before getting punched in the face again. "Fuck! I think I chipped a tooth."

"Where is the book?" the brown feathered one asked, stepping forward.

"Up your asshole!" Blitzo screamed before he got another punch to the face, then one to the gut. The brown feathered demon then took him by the throat and smashed him against the wall. "F-fuck!"

"Where is the book that you use to travel to the human world," the black-feathered one demanded.

How the fuck did they know about that?! Only a few demons knew they used that, and he was pretty sure none of them would be hiring these jackasses to hurt him. Now Blitzo was really beginning to see his situation, and his heart was starting to race. "I don't know what you are talking about! We get to the human world by a ritual I found! But if it's a book you guys want, I hear the Bible can get you saved!"

The blows returned, and they continued with each denial Blitzo spat out. He had taken beatings before. It came with his job territory, but he never took one that lasted as long as it did. They didn't hold back, hurting him in any place from his horns to his balls. They used their fists, their feet, talons, and more.

By the time it was over, Blitzo could barely feel anything but numbness from the beating. His entire body was unable to respond to his nervous system moving. Slowly, he lifted his head and gave a weak, bleeding smile. "Over...already? I was...just getting...started..."

He then closed his eyes and passed out.

***Eight Days Ago***

The sounds of fists hitting flesh echoed in the dungeon hallway. Blitzo would have kept cursing, but yesterday they had damaged his teeth and mouth so hard that he was spitting out blood. His right eyes had a black shiner, so he couldn't see very well, and he was pretty sure his nose was broken. If that wasn't enough, he was getting significant pains in his chest to the point where breathing was a bitch.

The black-feathered owl demon, which he decided to name Bob while the other named Steve, shoved his knee into Blitzo's pelvis again, making the imp coughing out more saliva. Gasping for air, Blitzo coughed up a few times before hacking out another spat of blood. There was a pool of the stuff that had been forming under him for the last two days. It was always the same: beat him up, demand answers, tell them to go fuck themselves, more abuse, then some dirty rotten slop and water for lunch before a few more hours of pain. Even Blitzo was surprised that he had lasted this long without pleading for mercy.

"Come on...guys...I think my kidneys...need another...g-g-good wack..." Blitzo teased with a bloody smile that showed his missing teeth. "Or do you want to...suck my dick...instead of hitting it...cause let me tell you...I know an owl demon who isn't going to be happy when he finds out what you shitheads have done."

The two owl demons looked at each other before spitting in Blitzo's face and left him alone. One of them snapped his finger, and the chains quickly came off, allowing Blitzo to fall face-first into the ground. He struggled to get up, but every part of his body was aching, and he fell back down a few seconds later. Cursing, the imp looked up and saw the door locked in front of him, followed by a magic seal that placed itself over the door.

"Great...magic...," Blitzo cursed as he slowly leaned against the wall. "Well...fuck..."

He quickly checked clothing to see if any of his gear was on him, but nothing. Not even his toy horse. "Bastards better not hurt Mr. Sparkles," Blitzo muttered as he closed his eyes. He had to focus on his situation. This wasn't the first time he found himself trapped as a prisoner, but things were grimmer than usual.

Blitzo had no idea where he was, who these assholes were, who they were working for, and how they knew he had Stolas' book. He first thought about the demons that were beating his bruised ass was these weren't the typical scum you see in Imp City. He didn't recognize the raven looking ones at first, but then it clicked on him: tengu. They belonged to those Yokai types full-on eastern origin demons who usually stuck around their own kind in the province of hell known as Naraka. From what he remembered, the tengu was known for being an honorable set of demons who served whatever master was worthy in their eyes, usually from a powerful bloodline or family. No matter what the order was, they would do it without hesitation, and they were skilled fighters as well. Meaning that the ones who had these guys had to be rich and powerful.

The other owl-like demons were obviously Goetia demons, but it was apparent they weren't the mastermind behind his kidnapping. In Blitzo's experience, those fancy rich people didn't get their hands dirty if they could get their helpers to do it for them.

Obviously, they captured him because they wanted the Grimoire of Worlds. For what reason, he didn't know, but considering how powerful it was, it could be anything. After Stolas explained to him just how powerful that thing was, he quickly learned how to hide it in a safe enough place where only he and Loona could access it. Regardless, he still wouldn't tell them where it was. Not just because Blitzo knew they would kill him as soon as he told them what they wanted, but because of the risk.

If it was known that a mere imp, regardless of how awesome he was, had been using the Grimoire that Stolas had been entrusted to use to keep Hell in balance with other worlds, it would be shit up a creek for them all. Not just for him and his daughter, but Millie and Moxxie as well. Not to mention Stolas and his family would get fucked too. He hated to admit it, but he had really started seeing Stolas as a close friend ever since they started their little deal. Sure, first it was just about the sex so he could keep the book, but slowly something was beginning to form between them. He didn't know what they were now, but both had done favors for each other and started hanging out more outside of their usual monthly meetings. Plus, his daughter and Octavia had become best friends, something Loony really needed after what those assholes of a pack did to her.

No, he couldn't put Stolas and his family in trouble.

"Damnit, I just gotta hope the gang knows I'm gone and is looking for me," Blitzo muttered as he closed his eyes. Maybe after he got some sleep, his head would clear up.

That sleep was short-lived as the door slammed open and Blitzo saw Bob and Steve returning with rods in their claws. Blitzo was about to comment when his eyes lit up upon seeing the rods pulse with electricity.

"Ah, crap..."

***Five Days Ago***

"GAAAAAAAHHH!" Blitzo screamed as he felt the volts of electricity warp through his body. It had been like this for three days now. They were still beating him, but now they were doing it with brass knuckles, lead pipes, crowbars, and iron tip combat boots. His entire body was sore and lumps appeared all over his chest, back, and face, but that was nothing compared to the shock treatment. Be it from rods, car batteries, or even magic staffs, they kept shocking him with magic over and over again to the point where parts of his skin were turning black from the heat.

Blitzo continued to scream until Bob lowered the magic rod. Gasping and doing his best not to cry again, Blitzo tried to breathe as much air as he could, but the smell of his rotting flesh both inside and out made him throw up.

He looked to the white-feathered owl in a robe who was just staring at him. After his first experience in what it was like to be a Texas barbeque brisket, Bob and Steve brought some owl lady who he named "Bitch" because she looked at him in disgust before healing him with magic. He heard her say that she felt unclean upon touching a filthy disgusting imp like him with her talons, so calling her name felt fitting.

However, Bitch didn't move, so that meant no healing yet. It was like they just wanted to keep him alive as much as possible without wasting the effort in really helping him.

Steve grabbed Blitzo by the neck and lifted his head up. At this point, Blitzo could only see out of his one right eye as the scowling owl demon hooted at him. "Listen, you scumbag. This will all end if you stop being a stubborn piece of shit and just tell us where the book is!"

"...alright," Blitzo gasped as he took in a deep breath. "I'll tell you."

Steve let go as he narrowed his eyes. "Talk."

"I...I lend it to a guy...he has it until I need it..." Blitzo muttered before spitting out more blood.

"What's his name?"

"Kris. His name's Kris...he's a very old looking guy with a white beard and everything." Blitzo chuckled before he raised his head and gave a weak grin. It hurt his bleeding mouth to do so, but he didn't care. "He's very...very fat...cause of all those cookies...and he wears a big...red...suit."

The two owl demons stared at each other before slowly turning to Blitzo, who just chuckled at them. "Get...it? Kris...Kris Kringle?! Santa Claus?!"

Their response was a crowbar right into his skull.

***Three Days Ago***

Holy shit.

Was he alive?

He had to be because he had the worst killer headache right now, along with everything else painfully imaginable. Blitzo slowly opened his eyes only to feel it too agonizing to open even those. He seriously thought he was dead those few moments he had been conscious before everything went black. How the fuck does one survive a crowbar to the skull unless it's a fucking miracle?

Despite the severe suffering, Blizo was able to open his eyes and found himself strapped to some kind of bed with a breather mask on him. Medical equipment was around his bed with an IV and other gear connected to his body like a pulse sensor. The place he was in was quite fancy, reminding Blitzo of Stolas' Hospital Wing in his palace.

While his senses slowly began to return, he could tell he wasn't alone in the room as a high pitched eastern European accent began shouting in the air. "I said I was sorry! I'll have them disciplined before they continue their work!"

Then a voice spoke following it, only the sound of it was deep, powerful, and made Blitzo's spine shiver. His gut was warning him that the one who started speaking now was one the most powerful person in this room, and you didn't want to fuck with him.

"You have had him for over a week now, and you've produced no results. His co-workers at his company are looking for him and are getting more and more worried. It's only a matter of time before they bring Prince Stolas into this and start realizing that someone took him," the voice said. " If he cannot give us the book, then we must bring the book to us. Use him in exchange for the grimoire. But first, we need to weaken his resolve. Break him mentally and physically."

Shit. They were thinking of using him as ransom. Much as Blitzo hated to admit it, he was reaching his limit. It wasn't just the torture, hunger, thirst, and lack of sleep that was getting too much to handle. It was the loneliness also. Every night he went to sleep on the cold floor, tired, hungry, and hurt without Loona there beside him. He'd give anything to hear her yell at him for doing something stupid. Or for Moxxie and Millie to act all adorable around him like the lovesick puppies they were. Hell, even a call from Stolas would be music to his ears.

He wanted to get home. He needed to get home.

"I still don't understand what you and mother are planning to do. She hasn't told me or my sister what's really going on. Especially her. I don't think she'd agree if she knew," the whiny bitchy sounding voice said. "But I still want to know. How do you intend to destroy half of Hell's population with that book?!"

...What?

No, seriously, what?!

WHAT THE FUCK WERE THEY PLANNING ON DOING?!

For the first time in a long time, Blitzo couldn't think of anything to say or do. The very sentence seemed ludicrous, and yet he heard it clear as day. Destroy half of Hell's population?! Not even the Angels did that on Extermination Day! Not even God or Lucifer would allow something like that to happen. He just sat there listening to two powerful beings talking about destroying billions of living souls in his home like it was a chore to do.

"The Grimoire of Worlds has many powerful spells and rituals inside of it, but one of the most dangerous and deadly is known as the Dimension of Utter Destruction Spell. It can create a portal as small as a nail or as big as a continent and use it to swallow whatever is in its radius up like a black hole. Anything that enters the dimension is trapped inside it. Once the spell is ended, anything left inside is instantly destroyed. Even their very souls are obliterated into nothing." Blitzo was pretty sure he was close to shitting his pants at the thought. "Imagine the cities of the lesser born demons and sinners rotting like the filth they are. Cities like Imp City, Cannibal Colony, Succuvale, New Detroit, The City of Dis, the various Hellhound Reservations, and so forth. All home to the imps, goblins, hellbats, lower-ranked hellhounds, fouls, demonoids, tieflings, and sinners who waste their time as whores, thieves, beggars, and criminals. Every single one of them breeds like rats and is half the reason why Hell is overpopulated as it is. If they were all to be wiped out? Gone? Hell would not only be so much better off with that scum erased from existence, but it would also be a lot emptier. And if the population was finally culled to a level that Heaven found suitable..."

"The Exterminations would stop...we...would be declared heroes!" The bitchy voice said with enthusiasm. "What we're doing...it's for the benefit of Hell!"

The benefit of Hell? Through genocide? To see his entire people wiped out of existence and ended without single care? To see Loona, his daughter, have her life ended so soon before she could really live it? To not find her own personal happiness on her own? To see Moxxie and Millie, the closest thing he had to friends left in this world, obliterated for the crime of being born? Especially since he knew the two had been trying very hard to have a family. Blitzo was a selfish jackass, he would never deny that he was that, but he was not a fucking heartless monster who didn't care for those around him.

Loona was the daughter he loved and treasured ever since he first saw her. The one who saved him from himself when he needed it most. He would burn the world to keep her safe and make her smile happily, no matter the cost.

Moxxie was, despite what most thought, his best friend in Blitzo's mind. He busted his balls and made fun of him all the time, but the shorter imp had a moral compass that, deep down, Blitzo respected. He trusted Moxxie, even if he never really acted like it.

Millie was loyal to him because he helped her out of a bad spot. He gave her a purpose in her life, which led to her finding the love of her life. She never once stopped putting her faith in Blitzo, and it warmed his heart to have someone believe in him that much.

They weren't just people he worked with. They were his family.

And you never give up on family.

No, he couldn't let these sick and twisted motherfuckers have the book happen.

"Then you won't mind if I handle the matter of breaking our friend here? Especially since he's awake?"

Blitzo's eyes widened, and he cursed, but before he could do anything, he soon felt himself get very sleepy and closed his eyes again.