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The cavernous heart of Imp City was alive with the roar of thousands of voices. A sea of red-skinned Imps packed the streets, their glowing eyes fixed on the makeshift stage erected at the center. The ambient hellfire reflected off crude banners stitched with defiant slogans: “Freedom for Imps!” and “No More Chains!”
Blitz stood at the edge of the platform, his signature skull-emblazoned cape fluttering in the sulfurous wind. His mismatched horns caught the light as he stared out at the crowd, a grim smirk curling his lips. Loona, Millie, and Moxxie stood behind him, each wearing expressions of fierce determination.
Blitz raised his hand, and the crowd's chants died down to a low murmur. His sharp voice sliced through the smoky air.
“Look at you,” he began, his tone mocking but not unkind. “A bunch of freakin’ rejects, born to be stepped on, kicked around, treated like trash because some egomaniac with horns decided, ‘Hey, let’s make a bunch of minions who’ll never ask questions.’”
The crowd rumbled with discontent. Blitz let it fester, feeding off their shared frustration.
“They think we’re stupid,” he spat, pacing across the stage. “Just some heavy labor, some cannon fodder, some expendable dumbasses to keep the fires burning and the drinks flowing. That’s all we’ve ever been to them—the so-called higher-class demons who sit on their fat asses while we do all the work.”
The crowd growled, fists tightening, claws twitching.
“But you know what I say to that?” Blitz leaned forward, his mismatched eyes blazing. “ Fuck. That. ”
The crowd erupted, but Blitz held up his hand again, silencing them.
“Listen up!” he barked. “I was the first Imp to start a business of my own. I didn’t wait for some royal asshole to hand me anything. I didn’t grovel for permission. I took it. And I survived Satan’s trial. Satan!” He paused, letting the weight of his words sink in. “That bastard might’ve made us, but he doesn’t own us. He doesn’t even know us.”
Moxxie, standing to Blitz’s right, adjusted his tie and stepped forward. “And why should he? The royals don’t see us as people. But they’re wrong. We’re more than just pawns on their board!”
Millie slammed her fists together, her grin razor-sharp. “Damn straight we are! We’re strong. We’re smart. And there’s more of us than there’ll ever be of them!”
Blitz pointed to the crowd, his voice a crescendo of rage and passion. “That’s right! We outnumber them a thousand to one. And if we’re underestimated? Good. That’s how we’ll win. No one sees us coming. No one expects us to fight back. But we’re done waiting for respect! We’re done asking for scraps! If we want to stop being treated like shit, we don’t ask. We take. ”
He threw both arms into the air, his voice a feral snarl. “The era of royal demons being in charge is OVER! Fuck the old system! Stick with me, and you’ll never be used or treated like crap ever again! ”
The crowd roared in approval, the sound deafening. Blitz clenched his fist, raising it high. “IMPS OF HELL! RISE UP!”
Guns fired into the air, fists rose, and the chant echoed like thunder: “RISE UP! RISE UP! RISE UP!”
Behind him, Loona crossed her arms, a rare spark of pride in her eyes. “Damn, Dad. You really went full revolutionary.”
Moxxie adjusted his tie again, his voice firm. “He’s right. It’s time we stopped letting them walk all over us.”
Millie cracked her knuckles, her grin savage. “Hell yeah! Time to make some noise!”
Blitz turned, his fiery gaze meeting his team’s. “This is it, folks. No turning back now.”
And as the chants of “Rise Up” shook the foundations of Imp City, Blitz knew—this was only the beginning.