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A bodyguard for a Goetia prince, what a fucking pull.
Blitz wasn't too keen on working for people who look down peasants with upturned beaks but times were tough. Besides, he had an added plan in mind that'd help him pull through this annoying weekend and a crucial part in it was oh so tightly kept by the very person he was set to guard, Stolas of the Goetia princes. Stolas has this fancy book, you see. From what he heard, this book gives you access to the living world. If he could snag that book this week without getting caught then he could really get his business going.
I.M.P
There, you could do whatever the fuck you want and step out of the path people like these shit holes try to force you into. He was going to make that dream a reality even if he had to put his life on the line for him and his future employees. LET'S GO! Daddy's got a job to do.
This weekend would take place at an extravagant hillside resort for some rich person getaway meeting or some shit (to be honest he didn't really follow Goetia politics at all so it all went in one ear and out the other) with all these fancy people together in one place, assassin were bound to come out of the woodwork to try and blow their heads off which is why bodyguards (such as himself) were hired to watch out for those sneaky fucks. Unfortunately for them, Blitz was good with guns and he didn't plan on letting some rookie with a pistol get a shot in on him or the snobby prince he had to watch over. Although, as he stood in front of the very large, fancy resort, one thought stood out among all the others.
Shit. They didn't tell him where this guy was.
He walked into the main building of the resort that was finely decorated with exotic plants and crystallized light fixtures. A water fountain grabbed the most attention in the lobby. In the middle of the fountain was a particularly ugly looking guppy statue with legs that he swore went through some radiation or something to make them that god damn ugly. Water sprinkled from it's mouth and, when coins were placed in, a snobby chuckle echoed from it. Blitz grimaced at it, lowering his sunglasses for a moment as he stared at it before shaking his head as he lifted them back up. Rich people were weird.
Stepping up to the front desk, he smacked his hand down on the counter to get the suit wearing, lanky demon's attention “Hey! Bean pole! I'm looking for that Goetia prince Stolas. I'm his bodyguard.” The demon raised a judgemental eyebrow “Shouldn't his bodyguard know where he is?” “Ahaha weeeell the thing about that is-” Blitz suddenly brandished a pistol and held it to the demon's chin who nervously pointed towards a hallway to the left “O-Over down that hall, up the elevator to floor six, room fifteen.” Blitz grinned, twirling the pistol as he tucked it back into his jacket. “Thaaank YOU!”
“Haaa ha haaa”
Blitz grimaced again. Weird ass fountain.
Walking the hallway, he took out the picture of the prince from his back pants pocket. Real uptight looking owl guy. Althoooough He was still pretty hot for a prince, he could at least admit that. Too bad princes were all the god damn same. He stepped into the elevator once it arrived, Tucking the picture away as he pressed the floor number and waited as it began it's ascent. Soft music began to play over a speaker in the elevator. It wasn't his thing but, then again, it wasn’t like he had the income to afford to come here off the clock. After a minute or so, the elevator slowly came to a stop and the door opened. Allllrigght, time to find room fifteen.
Blitz curiously looked around, counting off each room number in his head as he passed them by.
Oooooone…..twooooo….threeee…
Maybe he should walk faster.
After a bit of walking, he slowed to a stop when he reached one hallway with shouting coming from one room, the main culprit being a woman's voice “I DON'T CARE! I REFUSE TO SHARE A ROOM WITH YOUR TWIG ASS FOR ANOTHER SECOND! GO DOWN THERE AND REQUEST A ROOM CHANGE!” Oop, she's a bit nasty, huh? “Stella, keep your voice down! You know doing such a thing would look bad upon our family! You'd think a B.I.T.C.H who prides herself on her appearance would be concerned about that!” Pft, such a sassy guy. “FUCK YOU, STOL-ASS!”
Stolas? Wasn't that the prince he was supposed to guard?
A woman (Stolas’ wife?) came bursting out of the room, furious as she stormed past Blitz to the elevator. Welp, at least that was done. It would have been awkward as shit. Walking towards the room, he was expecting some sassy birdy to be stomping around similar to her. When he peeked through the open door though, he discovered the prince laying on his back on the bed, arms over his eyes and his crown beside the bed on a nightstand as he took shaky, uneven breaths.
Was the guy crying? Oh pleeeease don't be crying, that'd be so much more awkward to walk in on. Let's get this over with so we can go back to setting up other shit so he could properly guard this guy (and maybe see if he could spot the grimoire anywhere).
“Uuuh…hey there.” Blitz called over, making himself known while giving the door two taps with his knuckle. “Forgive me but I'm not quite in the mood for room service right now.” Stolas calmly replied in almost a mutter. Blitz scurried onto the bed, standing on it as he looked down at the prince “I'm not some bellhop imp, asshole, I'm your bodyguard.” Stolas uncovered his eyes after a moment and blinked twice, looking up at Blitz curiously “Bodyguard?” “Yep.” Stolas sat up, turning more towards Blitz “I must apologize, I must look a sight right now.”
Blitz looked him up and down.
He looked even hotter without the crown. God damn.
Stolas looked away with a melancholy smile “That bad, hm? Perhaps my wife was justified in her distaste towards my appearance.” Blitz sat down on the bed “I don't know what stick is up her ass but you're a pretty fuckin’ bird.” He spoke in a tone that implied he thought it was common knowledge. Stolas’ brow raised in surprise, looking at Blitz just as the imp hopped off the bed. “Pretty?” Stolas repeated, clearly not expecting the compliment. Blitz turned towards him with a raised eyebrow and crossed arms “What? Is that not a fancy enough compliment?” “No! N-No I just mean um…” Feeling a bit bashful, Stolas looked away “...Thank you.” Blitz, seemingly brushing off the gratitude, crossed over to a glass door on one side of the room and slid it open to step out onto the balcony.
“Christ on a stick, you royal fucks even get fancy balconies like this at a hotel?” Blitz commented in irritation while trying to scope out possible danger spots in the distance. Stolas moved off of the bed and walked over “Actually, it's not very large in comparison to the one at my estate. That one-” he stopped, noticing Blitz peering at him. Stolas furrowed his brow with a small smile “- …Hoooow is your room?” Blitz looked back into the distance. “Don't have one.” Blitz simply replied. Stolas blinked “What? Surely whoever hired you also provided you with one.” Blitz turned back around, shooing Stolas inside with him with both hands “Nnnnope. I get paid to make sure you don't die this week. That's all.”
“Where do you intend to sleep?”
“My van.”
Stolas stared at him for a solid minute and, upon realizing he wasn't joking, furrowed his brow and stormed over to the cordless phone that rested on a nightstand beside the extravagant king sized bed they'd once been on (which Blitz hadn't realized was so fancy until Stolas’ snobby comment on his fucking balcony).
He picked up the phone, determinedly dialed a number then spoke with his chest puffed and a finger in the air “I demand my imp bodyguard be given a room THIS INSTANT!....NO! I DON'T CARE THAT IT'S SHORT NOTICE! MAKE IT HAPPEN!....THANK YOU!” Wham! The phone was slammed down on the receiver. Huh. Blitz wasn't sure whether to be grateful for the room or to grimace at how easily the prince was able to get a room on such short notice compared to a regular person. “I apologize that no one had given you a room beforehand. “ Stolas said, turning to Blitz. Blitz hesitated before looking off to the side and furrowed his brow as he started to open his mouth to thank him, only to stop as Stolas added “It really looks so terrible upon our family.”
Blitz closed his mouth.
Right. The rich guy reputation.
“Sure. Right. Glad no one found out your imp bodyguard was some poor fuck in a van.” Blitz said flatly in irritation as he walked and walked back over to the glass door and slid it closed, locking it before covering it with the sliding silk curtains. “What? No, I hadn't meant-” Stolas started, reaching for Blitz before he was interrupted by Blitz as the imp walked to his bedroom door “Stay here. I'm gonna find out where the fuck I'm apparently staying now and move my shit over there.” Blitz opened the door and took a step out before Stolas quickly took a few steps closer and called over “M-May I ask your name?”
Blitz was silent for a moment before muttering “Blitz.The ‘O’ is silent.” Then the door shuts and Stolas is alone again.
Stolas frowned at the door “...Blitz..” he muttered softly to himself before looking down to his hands that he placed on his chest, a small flush to his cheeks. “His name is Blitz…”
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Picking up his sniper rifle from behind the passenger seat, he peered at it. The sooner he could steal this grimoire the better. Rich asshole.