Stolas locks Blitzo away  once he realizes he can no longer string Blitzo along: like a beautiful Harlequin marionette. He locks Blitz inside  a white and gold hanging torture cage that he keeps suspended  in a secret dark room: only lit but the glow of a plethora of torches and black candlelabras that were fastened onto smooth stone walls. With various torture methods in place in case  the cage fails. Stolas gifts Blitz  with an ivory white/ blessed choker. Which was encrusted with an onyx owl with rubies for eyes: four rubies, a gift he embezzled from  Andrealphhus. The Icy peacock was intrigued  at Stolas’s dark request. “I want to see this new pet of yours” the Marquis  whines. “After  everything I’ve done on behalf of you, for you!” “Paitentce Andrealphus”  Stolas  reprimanded “You’ll get to see him in time” The Goeita prince promised.  I’ve just had a few setbacks, nothing to be concerned about. He reassures his brother in law.  As it swiftly dawned upon him  that his little impish plaything  had been marked by another  and quite crudely at that. Whatever had transpired between  the wrangler and his bodyguard  was quite distressful.  “Turn your head Blitzy,  Stolas Ordered  as he forcefully examines  the imp.  Those vermillion red eyes  darken. “I thought I made myself perfectly clear that  your littles were to be watching you or else I would’ve  had you tailed. “It's nothing Stolas!  Blitzo rushes to reassure the prince.  “We had our hands full trying to keep you alive!”  I would’ve told you sooner  but It didn’t seem important at the time. “Didn’t seem important my darling” the prince said darkly. As Stolas’s dark voice reverberates through the melancholy room.  Goeita was  beginning to regret  inviting the little Omega and his critters to the festival.  Stolas had thought he made it perfectly clear to Blitzo’s littles that Blitz was to take his vitamins.  He had even gone to the trouble of taking Moxxie off to the side  and had hinted at Blitzo’s true dynamic.  A dynamic that was greatly coveted.  A secret between friends. “Too bad, Fizzorolli had a big mouth”  Was it that hard to follow directions?.  Though the bird prince.  With the sudden abruptness of  what had happened at the festival the mood in the room soured.  The flighty bird was gone and in his place stood the regal prince. “You make it sound like I was in control of the situation” “Weren't you?” the prince inquired. “Ah- No!Striker was a lot slipper then we first thought. Blitzo exclaimed.  He was quick at disposing of M&M and then cornered me in the farmhouse. “Oh dear” “And then that asshole pursued me into  the nearest barn loft. I narrowly escaped wrath” “Oh dear, and here I thought you  were capable of handling a little o’l assassin. “Shut up Stolas!”  You might’ve been his prime target but I was fucking constalation prize!  I was the one who paid the price!  Now that inbred hick is hunting me down” “Excuses, excuses”  Stolas tutted.  If you had stayed by my side none of this would’ve happened” “No! Birdbrain!, If I had stayed by your side you’d have a blessed bullet in you  and we wouldn’t be having this fucking conversation to begin with!” “This Assassin is after your head! And my ASS!  He already got a taste for my ass and now I have to invest into some Cowboy repellent– and fast!  He is in my head Stolas!  His smug face!  And I can’t get his scent off me.  His fucking irritating face haunts me!  AND NOW I MIGHT BE CARRYING HIS VERMIN!”  “Why didn’t I steal the horse when I had the chance! There is no divorce!  No escape! “Blitsy, Blitsy, Blitzy calm down  darling  if this cowboy is a distraction then he has sung his last country song.  After all, you and I have an agreement that I don’t take lightly.  You and your critters depend on me and my grimoire to conduct your business leave this wrathian to me- He is probably Stella’s little toy.