#impish blitzo

Every night, the Mer serpent watches him, every movement he made, every breath he took, those serpentine eyes were glued on him, shining with a malicious glow. The Mer couldn't get the fire imp out of his mind. He was like a lucid wet dream dancing out of reach. At night, he sings to him in hopes of luring out that red devil.

Blitz loved the ocean. He was born upon the tides; the sea beckoned him, lulled him, the oceans reminded him of his sisters. Blitz was the only survivor of that fatal shipwreck that took the lives of his sisters. The only family he had left was an overbearing father who was quick to sell his son to Lord Mammon and his crew of hellions. And a shrewd heartless mother who mourned the lives of her daughter.  He would've been handed back to those rabid wolves if it hadn't been for King Moxie and Queen Millie, who were at war with the Mers. "You can be in it Blitz, but never a part of it,  Lord Moxie once told him while walking the seashore.  Having lost his son to those carnivorous Mers,  he had woken up one morning to wild splashing, cries of desperation turning into bone-chilling screams- the sea had churned red with his son's blood as pieces of his body drifted into shore.

He never wanted to experience something like that again.  Blitz had been a second blessing to them, another chance at a family. "I don't want you to end up like him, " My little devil, if you hear the song of the sea or the wailing melody of the Siren, don't be afraid to tell me, their kelpie familiars ride across these shorelines sometimes, looking for victims to pull into the foaming seas. They are dangerous, beautiful yet treacherous creatures. Don't be fooled, son."

King Moxie and Queen Millie had adopted him soon afterward. They held grand banquets and invited friends.   On his anniversary, they gave him a lunar wolf named Loony and a Goetic owl named Stolas, who were more than they appeared. Each had a reason for being there; Loony was abandoned, and Stolas: the Goetic prince, was cursed by an Overlord.

Blitz was half asleep. The book he was reading laid across his face while Loony slept on the edge of the bed, her muzzle resting on Blitz's thigh. A voice like dark whiskey penetrates Blitzo's dreams, Leona's ears twitch as Blitzo's claws curl, tearing at the sheets.  Loony is standing on all fours,  her ear pinned back, teeth bared.  She nudges Blitz with her cold nose, trying to stir the imp. Blitz rubs his eyes, trying to get them to focus. While Stolas looks up from within a gilded cage, a worried expression on his face.

Blitz has a pained expression on his face as he twists and turns in his sheets. Reliving the night he had lost his sisters,  Stolas cocks his head to the side, looking at Loony.  Abruptly Blitz bolts up, his chest heaving. The scent of the ocean caresses his face as a sheen of cold sweat coats his body. "Hoot, Hoot." "you hear him too. I wish he would just shut up and let me sleep," says Blitzo with a yawn. "Hoot, Hoot" "No, Stolas, waking up Moxie and Millie is out of the question. Hoot, Hoot. "Throwing a shoe at him, that I can do."

The day King and Queen hired Fizzoralii to be his personal bodyguard burns through the fire imp's memory like a bad dream.  The creepiness wasn't lost on the king as he peered down at the jester from his throne. "Millie, my love are you sure  about this, isn't this a little overkill." "They will pay for murdering OUR SON!, and Blitz is like a second blessing, I will not lose him to those fucking Mers!"

"The Ocean will turn red, with their blood! I don't care how creepy he is; Blitz is all we have left!  I will not see him, shredded like Gideon."   "I still hear his screams at night Moxie, and I fear he has become a wraith." "Don't worry, your highnesses, I'll take good care of BlitzO; we've met before- those blood-thirsty Mers had interfered the last time, tore his ship, and drowned his siblings. Nearly lost BlitzO here. Blitzo grits his teeth as Fizzoralii wraps his arms around his waist, his head resting on his shoulder. Just what he needed his own personal rodeo clown-bodyguard. "Spinning half-truths I see."  Blitz sneers under his breath.  Loony growls at his side, nudging the clown to the side as she wedges herself in between. As Blitz places his hand on her head, Stolas glares, being squished by those extended arms.

Blitzo likes to study down by the docks, often with Stolas perched upon his shoulder while loony surfs the waves. " I don't understand this, Stolas Blitzo growls in frustration, scribbling in his journal, ripping out a piece of paper; he crumples it in his hand and throws it into the ocean along with his pen. "You think my teacher will by, my homework got eaten up by a fish.- or should I add in a line about the talking crab?." Hoot, hoot. "I thought not." Says Blitzo stretching his limbs before falling backward so he could gaze at the sea. Watching as the crystal waters glistened. He closes his eyes, feeling the warmth of the sun. He runs his hand through the waters, splashing Stolas. The disgruntled owl hooted one last time before flying up into a large tree. Looking down, he could see the jester peering out, watching Blitzo by the dock.