#dark blitzo

his tail whips out snaking around the cowboy’s ankle. Striker looks up into Blitzo’s smoldering black eyes.  

The Cowboy snarls tugging Blitzo by the tail: the little Harlequin screeches in pain. They were caught in the house of mirrors. 

Fizzorolli’s creation stares back at him with cold dead eyes. Striker had rode Bombproof into  an abandoned amusement park that Lord Mammon disregarded.  Only to come face to face with his own smirking mug. 

Mirror images. how the loathsome cowboy hated them, they mocked him circling the serpent each carrying a lethal weapon. 

He hadn’t expected this, was it his Blitzo? or another mechanical abomination. 

No, this creature was living and breathing. more animalistic then imp. 

it kept to the shadows, it was hard to track. 

A fragment... 

Striker peers up into obsidian eyes. 

“Blitzy No! don’t do this!” 

“Darlin don’t you recognize me!” 

“What did those clowns do to you! 

Are you a mirror image or something entirely different!

“Why won’t you answer me! the snake imp growls lunging at the devil, who held a curved blade. 

A low grumbling voice enters his head, the enmity is a telepath. 

“You are wasting your time cowboy, you sugar-cube, is long dead”

Q/A:

Mirror World:

Location: The sandy black shores of damnation.

Dark waves crash along the shoreline.  

A sea of endless darkness stretches out.

A pathway is illuminated by the haunting glow of a ghastly sliver of a bone white moon.

Shining down upon the rippling black waters below.

The trail was lit by glowing candelabras, mounted on tall pikes.

Lead the way up to a throne made of iron and bone.  

A dark figure sits idly strumming a battered red and black acoustic guitar.

Golden eyes pierce the darkness as a crimson tail with a sharp spade on the end flicks from side to side. Sharp claws pick the guitar strings.

Let me tell you a story of how I came to be, and why the holy weapons are only part of it.

For Blitzo, life was lonely as a child. He lost everything in such a short amount of time... heck, he nearly lost his life. during Fizzorolli’s time of anguish.. Eros appeared... and Blitz was drawn to him like a moth to a flame... I was attached to him similarly as I am now, but not yet conscious.

A lone light shimmers along the shoreline, catching the entity’s eye.

The night I came alive was the night the grace entered his body, a child back then. I can recall the candlelight dancing along the walls as disembodied voices chanted somewhere in the shadowed background.  

He was sick for days on end, hiding it as best as he could, but he couldn’t hide it from me. Eros Ambrosia took care of him, nursing him back to health.

He sent away. I begged him to reconsider.  

The isle of damnation, where I learned to be sentient, blending in with my surrounding.  

“I came into my own, finding love, losing love, trapped in a constant cycle of misfortune”. Until the day Lord Mammon came across the mirror world and all the darkness held within, some say it was the mirror world itself: beguiling and beautiful that had bewitched the overlord of greed.

He hunts me-

The day he had found me, he had entrapped me within a prism of a mirror. fracturing me into a million tiny little pieces and then scattered those pieces within his house of mirrors. Using his own dark magic to keep me bound and complacent.

Once Blitzo’s own soul was back on the table, I was reanimated bit by bit as I regathered those lost pieces. Returning once again to my true form.  

The haunting grounds of an old amusement park. It was where I met Dark Striker.

“And as for your question, pesky light, your vampire and I have something in common,”

“But where your undead king draws the line, I have no such line to tie me.”  

“I’ve killed strikers before, bathed in their blood, and laughed while I snuffed out their light,”

“Your lying!”

“Am I”! snarls the entity, baring his teeth at his lighter version.

“So what if I am? I may care deeply for him, but I’m not delusional, besides if I admitted to him how I feel, I’ll never hear the end,”

- ” Years ago, Blitzo trapped me within this dark chasm you see before you” Between the ages of twelve and seventeen he stumbles into a cult minded hive, lead by the estranged and mysterious Icarus who is caught the mist of a war between the light and dark forces, waging an assault on heaven and earth”

“My lighter half tampers with divine magic within the confines of the House of Ausmodeous, a place where he and I grew up alongside one another,”

“No one reads the fine print these days. Everyone is rushing to get things done, dot the’s and cross the T’s. They never really consider what they are getting themselves into,”