#Striker x original Character

[drades-lair]

Fixing Fizz

It wasn’t lost on Calus how often he was finding himself at Asmodeus’s palace, the prince of Lust calling on the Dracony more and more for things he needed handled. Tonight, the tone Asmodeus gave off said he had a bigger mission for Calus to take on which left the Dracony in an uneasy state namely because he wasn’t sure what to expect.

“Calus~ nice to see you as usual,” Asmodeus chimed, emerging through the double ornate doors of his office.

“Always a pleasure,” Calus greeted in turn, walking past Asmodeus into his office.

“I know I’ve been asking a lot lately…I appreciate you indulging me,” Asmodeus stated, closing the office doors so as they’d not be interrupted.

“Not a problem, you’ve been paying me so it’s not like I’m not getting my worth,” Calus retorted with a chuckle, shrugging off his duster that he hung over the back of a high back chair before settling in it.

“Nonetheless…anyways, as you might have guessed I have something to ask of you once again,” Asmodeus chatted as he moved to the high back chair across from the one Calus sat down in, the flames of the fireplace flitting across the room.  

“I assumed so, yes,” Calus huffed a laugh in turn as Asmodeus sat across from the Dracony.

“I’m not going to waste your time so let me just get right into it, you have healing abilities…could you…say, regrow a limb using them?” Asmodeus inquired appearing a little hesitant in his inquiries.

“Um…well, short answer would be yes…however, it’s not as simple as that. I regrew a hand on someone once, but it took a lot out of me to do it,” Calus responded, arching a brow in suspicious curiosity.

“Alright, here’s the deal, mine and Fizz’s anniversary is coming up…I was hoping to do something unique…personal for him this year,” Asmodeus began to explain.

“And…where do I come in?” Calus wondered, turning his arched brow into a furrow.

“I was hoping that your abilities would allow you to regrow Fizz’s limbs,” Asmodeus bluntly stated, taking Calus off guard.

“Oh…wow…um…okay, that’s an entirely different ball of wax. Where to begin? First, I’ve not regrown entire limbs before using my abilities and even the hand I spoke about had leftover bone to work with not just gone. Second, the amount of time it’ll take to accomplish something like that would be…a year maybe more because I’d have to do segments… if at all,” Calus began to explain, tone slightly exasperated at the very thought.

“Time isn’t an issue, I’m sure Fizz would be fine with any amount of time it would take,” Asmodeus assured Calus.

“It’s not just time Asmodeus…in between segments Fizz will be in immense pain, I’m not just growing flesh and bone…it’s tendons and nerves and once again that’s if I can muster the strength to do it,” Calus continued to explain.

“I see…there’s no way you can do it in one session?” Asmodeus asked, face dropping at the realization.

“I don’t think so…I can do a lot with my abilities but…I can only do so much,” Calus reiterated, a look of sympathy crossing his features.

"I understand...and you're certain Fizzy would suffer intense pain?" Asmodeus checked.

"Yes, no matter what is given for the pain Fizz would still suffer some form of pain, I morally don't want to put him through that," Calus finished.

"Alright, Alright, I get it. Guess I'll go to plan B for a gift. Thank you for indulging me, Calus, and I'm sorry for wasting your time," Asmodeus relented, offering an understanding smile.

"Not a problem, sorry I couldn't help," Calus retorted as they both stood up, Calus grabbing his duster from the chair before heading towards the door with Asmodeus.

The two bid a thoughtful fair well then Calus left, little did he know this wasn't over. Later that evening Fizz returned to the palace to find Asmodeus had set up a romantic evening of wining and dinning. All in all, the evening was amazing as usual however upon returning to the bedroom Fizzarolli remembered he forgot to drop off a manifest from his recent outing to Ozzie's office. Slipping into the office on the way to the bedroom Fizz went straight to the desk where he placed the manifest on the large desks surface resulting in him accidently shuffling some papers around revealing a contract he'd not seen before, pulling the contract out Fizz read through it, eyes growing wide in shock at its contents. Written on the paper was an agreement that Asmodeus would pay a large sum of money along with supply goods to Calus should he agree and accomplish the task of regrowing Fizz's missing limbs. Fizz's heart pounded with disbelieving excitement, was there really a chance to get his arms and legs back? Continuing down the contract Fizz eventually reached the bottom where his heart dropped upon seeing that under Asmodeus's signature it said request refused. Why would Calus refuse? Fizzarolli wondered in his mind after all the Dracony always seemed like a good guy. Glancing around Fizz placed the contract on Asmodeus's desk but located the original on his computer and printed a copy that Fizz then folded to place in his pocket before continuing to the master bedroom where Ozzie was waiting for him.

…

Striker yawned in the process of making his way into the kitchen of the penthouse, stretching over his head. Grabbing a mug from the cupboard he started making a coffee just as Calus strode into the kitchen, coming up behind the imp to place his hands on his hips. Striker threw a sleepy smile over his shoulder at the Dracony before they shared a gentle kiss.

"Sleep well?" Calus inquired, grabbing his own mug.

"Yeah, for the most part," Striker responded.

"Glad to hear it, hmm?" Calus began to respond when the doorbell sounded causing him to glance towards the front door.

"Expectin' someone?" Striker wondered following Calus' gaze.

"No, I'll be back," Calus stated heading towards the front door.

Calus moved to the small white box on the wall next to the door, pressing the button to respond to the bell.

"Hello?" Calus asked into the speaker of the box.

"Um...hi, it's Fizzarolli, may I come up?" Fizz's voice asked over the call box.

"Oh, hello Fizzarolli. Yes, of course you can come up, one moment," Calus assured the imp. Pressing another button, waiting until the elevator light on the white box turned green indicating it would allow Fizz to come up to the penthouse suite. Sure enough after a few minutes there was a knock at the door prompting Calus to answer it.

"Hi Calus, sorry to interrupt your morning like this," Fizz stated as Calus opened the door.

"It's no problem, come on in," Calus acknowledged guiding Fizz inside before shutting the door behind him.

"Thanks, oh! Hi Striker," Fizz waved with a slight blush on his face upon noticing the pale imp standing partially naked in the kitchen making coffee.

"Hey Ya clown," Striker acknowledged, stirring his coffee.

"Um, I was hoping to talk to you about something Calus...alone," Fizz stated turning his attention to Calus who was working his way back into the kitchen.

"Alright...we can go to my office in a minute, would you like a coffee?" Calus offered.

"Sure," Fizz accepted.

Once Calus got them both a coffee, he showed Fizz to his office which was across from the staircase leading up to the pool behind the living area. After they were inside with the door closed Calus sat behind his dark wooden desk while Fizz took a seat in a high back chair on the opposite side. Calus casually sat back with a small huff as Fizz nervously toyed with the coffee in his hands.

"So... what’s this about?" Calus inquired casually taking a sip of his coffee.

"Well...it's about this," Fizz nervously stated, setting his coffee on the desk before pulling the contract from his pocket, unfolding it to place on the desk in front of Calus. Arching a brow curiously Calus set his mug down to pick up the paper, giving it a once over causing his brow to slowly furrow.

"Asmodeus showed you this?" Calus questioned, peering over the top of the paper.

"N-No, I found it last night while I was placing something else on his desk," Fizz explained. Calus pinched the bridge of his nose with an exasperated sigh before placing the contract on his desk again.

"Look Fizz, I know how it sounds but as I discussed with Asmodeus, I'm not morally comfortable performing the procedure on you and that's if I even have the capability of doing it in the first place," Calus briefly explained.

"What do you mean?" Fizz wondered furrowing his brow.

"Fizz, my healing abilities are powerful but performing something as intricate and lengthy as regrowing a limb will take a lot of energy...I'm not certain I have that sort of power in me and even if I did the amount of pain, it would cause you upon waking from the procedure would be...beyond excruciating," Calus explained further.

"Oh please, I was blown up for fucks sake, I'm sure I can handle any amount of pain and how do you know you can't? Have you ever tried?" Fizz shot back waving a dismissive hand at Calus' concern.

"I did regrow a hand once but Fizz we're talking about an entire limb with nothing to start with! I will need to extend the bone from your shoulder to rebuild and that's only after the robotic mechanisms were removed," Calus continued to explain.

"Then you can do it!" Fizz exclaimed seemingly ignoring everything Calus just said.

"Fizz, did you hear anything I just said?" Calus asked.

"I did! I don't care how much pain it causes me or how long it takes, I want you to do this for me! Please!" Fizz insisted slamming a fist on Calus' desk.

"Fizzarolli! For the last time, I won't put you or myself through that," Calus shot back getting an edge to his tone as he sat forwards. For a long moment, they simply stared at one another till eventually Fizz let out a deep sigh, gaze averting to the side.

"I didn't want to do this...but you leave me no choice. I need this...it's the one chance I have to get something back. If you don't agree to do this Calus...I'll expose Striker," Fizz stated, tone deepening to a threatening level.

"What did you just say?" Calus practically snarled, standing up to place both palms on the desk as he slightly leaned Fizz's way.

"You heard me, you have the protection of being royal blooded, but Striker is a wanted fugitive with a lot of enemies...and I have contacts, connections to expose him with," Fizz explained holding his ground as he met Calus’ gaze.

"Threats, blackmail...seriously Fizzarolli?" Calus retorted in a slightly disbelieving tone.

"If that's what it takes...I need this...now sign the contract," Fizz insisted pushing the contract towards Calus who stared for a moment at it. Eventually releasing a breath Calus reluctantly relented, opening a drawer to pull out a pen that he promptly used to sign the contract. Fizz's body relaxed as his face lit up in excitement, the two working out details on when, where, and how this was going to happen afterwards despite Calus’ continued displeasure towards the whole thing.

Calus called Asmodeus to inform the sin he'd changed his mind as well as tell him the procedure would take place in the king of lust’s palace infirmary one week from that day. Asmodeus was thrilled to hear it stating he'd tell Fizz when he returned as he was unaware Fizz was sitting with Calus at that very moment. Calus informed both Fizz and Asmodeus that he'd get Stolas to assist as the prince had a way with politics and herbal remedies for pain. Once everything was settled Fizz left Calus' penthouse. Calus released an exhausted sigh as he sat down next to Striker who eyed his mate suspiciously. Calus gave Striker a false reassuring smile that apparently worked because the imp returned to watching TV, leaving Calus to worry silently about what was to come…this whole thing wasn't going to end well.

…

One-week later Calus made his way to Asmodeus’ palace, moving straight to the basement where the infirmary was located. Fizz sat waiting on the treatment table clad in a pair of black shorts to keep his torso naked, the plan was to do his left arm this time thus Asmodeus was preparing to remove the mechanical attachments he’d originally installed once Fizz was put under then Calus would come in immediately afterwards to start regrowing the limb. Stolas was also present, busily preparing his various potions although he looked uncertain, Calus hang his duster up on a coat rack near the door, a pensive expression upon his features.

“Now, you’re certain you want this Fizzy Frog? I-I don’t like the idea of you being in pain,” Asmodeus asked, tone thick with concern.

“Yes, Ozz, I want this…I need this…I lost so much in that fire…” Fizz assured Asmodeus, hanging his head towards the end as he stared at his mechanical hand.

“Alright, as long as you’re prepared,” Asmodeus stated, continuing to get things prepared.

“Calus, might I have a word?” Stolas inquired walking up to the Dracony while Asmodeus was distracted by Fizz.  

“Sure,” Calus agreed, walking with Stolas out of the infirmary to the hallway.

“Calus, are you certain about this?” Stolas asked once they were alone in the hallway, expression one of concern.  

“Yes, we’ll get this over with hopefully in two sessions,” Calus flatly stated, attempting to hide his uncertainties behind his usual confident stoic nature.  

“Hmm, shouldn’t you take at least a day in between to rest?” Stolas wondered, his look of concern knitting its way deeper onto his features.

“I’ll be fine,” Calus once again flatly stated, grabbing the door handle to return into the infirmary.

“Are we ready to begin?” Asmodeus asked once Calus returned.

“Yeah, let’s get this going,” Calus confirmed with Stolas following behind him.  

Stolas grabbed a bottle that he handed to Fizz with the instruction to drink the whole thing which he did with a gagging noise. Taking back the bottle Stolas gestured for Fizz to lay down on the treatment table which again he obeyed, there was already an IV hooked up to Fizz’s collar bone along with monitors that gave off steady beeping noises. Stolas injected a substance into the IV line that moments later resulted in Fizz falling asleep promptly allowing Asmodeus to start his portion of the procedure while Calus waited in the wings, grimacing at this entire concept, however if it meant protecting Striker then so be it. They’d started early in the morning however by the time Calus was able to step in for his part it was early afternoon, at first Calus easily rebuilt Fizz’s limb but, as he neared Fizz’s elbow area which was the finishing spot for the day he was beginning to struggle. Finishing the procedure in the late evening, Calus pulled his hands from Fizz’s arm after making certain to seal the end, panting slightly with sweat trickling down his temples and his legs shook slightly causing him to hold onto the table for a moment before managing the strength to head for the infirmary doors.

“Calus? Are you alright?” Stolas asked after the Dracony as Asmodeus moved to bandage Fizz’s new limb.

“I’m fine…I just need to rest before tomorrow’s session,” Calus responded, putting on a façade of confidence, managing a small reassuring smile over his shoulder before leaving the infirmary.

“Hmm,” Stolas could tell something was up with Calus however if the Dracony wasn’t willing to tell him then there was nothing he could do for him other then what he was brought to Asmodeus’ palace to do. Turning around he moved to assist Asmodeus with Fizz’s aftercare.

…

The instant Calus was in his guest room he plopped onto the bed and passed out; his energy had been drained significantly as he’d predicted. Ideally Stolas was correct, Calus should take a day or two between sessions to recover unfortunately knowing the pain that the procedure was going to cause to Fizz… he had no choice but to do them back-to-back. The next morning Calus drug himself into the infirmary where Fizz was waiting although he looked absolutely wrecked, wreathing in pain on the table as Asmodeus tried to tend him with concern on his face.

“Rough night?” Calus inquired.

“Yes, the potions didn’t work really well,” Stolas informed Calus.

“As I figured…the quicker we get this finished the quicker he’ll find ease,” Calus stated, wearily moving towards the treatment table.

With that statement Stolas proceeded to put Fizz back asleep promptly allowing the Dracony to immediately start the second session however all too quickly it became clear that ten hours of rest wasn’t enough to recharge Calus’ strength even remotely. Calus’ vision began to blur causing him to shake his head in hopes of clearing it away, his hands began to shake as well till eventually the bluish glow faded from under his hands and he swayed before grabbing the tables edge to stabilize himself. Stolas immediately ran to Calus’ side, placing a hand on the Dracony’s shoulder as Calus brought a hand over half his face, panting heavily while a trickle of blood trailed from his nose.

“Calus!? Are you alright?” Stolas asked in alarm.

“I…I can’t finish it…not today…I…I need to sit down…” Calus stammered, staggering away from the treatment table.

“Asmodeus, stitch up Fizzarolli’s wound while I take care of Calus,” Stolas instructed earning him a nod of understanding from Asmodeus.

Calus made it a mere two steps from the treatment table before his leg’s gave way sending him towards the ground. Stolas cursed under his breath as Calus hit the floor unconscious, he was barely breathing, pulse weak, Calus had pushed himself beyond his limits which could spell death for the Dracony. Stolas worked to stabilize Calus as much as possible on the floor till Asmodeus was able to help him move the Dracony to one of the recovery beds across the room, stripping him of his shirt to allow for easier treatment…what little they could provide. Calus was beyond exhausted having pushed himself past his limits which for a Dracony was dangerous considering their magic came from their soul unlike others like Stolas or Asmodeus who pull from the environment of hell itself as well as their individual specializations. Short of giving Calus some life support there was little that could be done all Stolas could hope for was that Calus could rest and regain his strength. Sighing heavily Stolas took out his phone in preparation to call Striker to inform him of what happened unaware the imp wasn’t informed of everything regarding the situation. Striker was understandably upset declaring he was on the way immediately leaving Stolas nothing further to do except help Asmodeus tend to Fizz while they wait.

…

A couple hours later Striker arrived at Asmodeus’s palace, fuming as he stormed to the infirmary promptly flinging the doors open upon arriving.

“Where the fuck is he!?” Striker exclaimed causing Stolas and Asmodeus to jerk towards the infirmary doors.

“Take it easy Striker,” Stolas gently tried to calm the imp, moving closer to him with his hands raised in a submissive manner.

“Take it easy my fuckin’ ass! What happened?” Striker barked.

“Calus overexerted himself and collapsed…he’s over there,” Stolas explained, gesturing towards the left side of the room where a series of recovery beds were lined up against the wall with partitions separating them and one that wrapped around the entire bed. Through the partitions thin cloth Striker could make out a figure on the bed.

Striker’s expression immediately shifted to concern as he rushed towards the bed in question, moving around the partition where he stopped short upon seeing Calus. Striker tried to draw breath into his lungs, but they refused to accept the gesture, his mate lay on the stark white bed with a mask over his face providing oxygen, an IV line in one arm and a series of monitors that set Striker’s anxiety a blaze.

“Is he gonna be alright?” Striker asked in a quiet tone, a hand reaching out to gently lay on Calus’s shoulder.

“Depends…when Dracony use their abilities it’s not like traditional magic, it comes directly from their souls. All we can do is wait to see if his soul can recover from such a severe drain,” Stolas explained with a look of sympathy upon his features.

“Why would he do this? Surely Calus knew,” Striker questioned, brow furrowing as he looked over Calus.

“I’m not certain, something seemed…off, before we started the procedure,” Stolas admitted.

“So, where’s the clown?” Striker wondered noticing Fizz was no where in the room.

“He was taken to their private quarters so Asmodeus could easily help him through recovery while I remained to take care of Calus,” Stolas explained.

“Humph, Ya mean so I didn’t rip him a new one,” Striker corrected with a small snarl.

“That was a secondary reason,” Stolas admitted with a little chuckle.

…

Meanwhile up in the private master suite Fizz started to come around only to be surprised at having no hand yet, the pain was still intense however it seemed to have eased up a bit now that he had more of his arm back. Asmodeus comforted the imp as he managed to sit up with a pained groan.  

“Why…why don’t I have a hand yet?” Fizz wondered.

“There was…complications, Fizz, Calus collapsed and is now unconscious in the infirmary,” Asmodeus informed the imp who suddenly grew quiet with a shocked look on his features. Fizz recalled in that moment what Calus had tried to tell him about potentially not having the ability to complete the procedures.

“Is…he, okay?” Fizz wondered, hanging his head slightly upon realizing this was more then likely his fault.

“We’re not certain, he’s not doing well at the moment,” Asmodeus answered causing Fizz’s expression to drop even further as he realized his tunnel vision might have gotten Calus seriously hurt.

“Shit, Ozzie…I have to tell you something,” Fizz stated, tone hesitant.

“Hmm? What is it Fizzy Frog?” Asmodeus asked in turn, arching a brow in confusion.

Fizzarolli went about explaining everything that took place between the imp and Calus over a week ago including how he blackmailed Calus with Striker. Asmodeus listen tentatively to Fizz’s story, eyes growing wide with realization and shock.

“Fizz…why would you...?” Asmodeus stammered for a moment once the imp went silent.

“Because Oz…I lost so much in that fire…this was my one chance to get just a little of it back, but I didn’t listen to Calus, I got too hyper focused on my own selfish reasons,” Fizz continued, tears pricking the corners of his eyes as he gave a small sniffle.  

“Okay, okay, do you still have the contract?” Asmodeus inquired.

“Yeah, it’s in my safe,” Fizz stated pointing to his little safe under his vanity across the master bedroom.

Asmodeus went to the safe, punching in the code to open it allowing the sin to retrieve the contract which he quickly looked over before releasing a relieved sigh.

“You never got my physical signature on this,” Asmodeus pointed out.

“No, I thought the digital one was enough,” Fizz retorted with a confused furrow of his brow.

“No Fizzy, my digital signature can stand in temporarily, but I must physically sign for a contract to be binding. This is a good thing though as it means Calus is under no obligation,” Asmodeus explained.

“That’s good…I mean it, but…do you think he’d be able to eventually finish just this arm?” Fizz wondered looking honestly relieved to hear he’d not locked Calus into this.

“I’m…not sure…first he needs to recover,” Asmodeus reminded Fizz, who gave a small understanding nod.

“In the meantime, you’ll stay in here, Striker is in the infirmary with Calus and from what I understand he is…unimpressed to say the least,” Asmodeus informed Fizz causing the imp to swallow hard.

…

One week after everything went to shit Striker sat on the medical bed beside the one Calus was laying on, flipping through his phone with one eye continuously on Calus. The sound of the double ornate doors to the infirmary opening catching his attention momentarily, revealing Fizz entering through them with a sorrowful look upon his features. Striker had one leg crooked upwards that he draped the arm that was holding his phone over, scowling at the clown imp as he approached even starting to subtly rattle his tail the closer Fizz got. Fizz swallowed around the lump in his throat, despite Striker not having his signature hat nor jacket on he still somehow looked intimidating, glowing yellow eyes narrowing towards the other imp.  

“How is Calus?” Fizz hesitantly asked stopping at the foot of Calus’ bed.

“Humph, still unconscious and weak,” Striker retorted, glancing over at his mate briefly before returning his disgruntled gaze to Fizz.  

“I- I came to apologize, I’m so sorry for what happened to Calus…this is all my fault,” Fizz apologized, hanging his head, averting his gaze from Striker’s intense one.

“I appreciate the apology but, as much as I’d like ta blame Ya for all this… in the end Calus agreed ta do it,” Striker stated with a growl that faded into a small sigh.

“You don’t understand…it IS all my fault, you see I…” Fizz began explaining what he’d done to Striker whose tail began to rattle ferociously as he clenched his claws and clenched his teeth in anger.

“Ya did what!?” Striker exclaimed, snarling in anger as he stood from where he was sitting with hands clenching into fists.

“Like I said I’m really, really sorry…I don’t expect you to forgive me or anything…AH!” Fizz exclaimed as he hit the ground, Striker looming over top of him with a death grip on the other imp’s arms.

“You little attention whore! How fuckin’ dare Ya!?” Striker growled out, grip getting tighter causing Fizz to whimper.

“I-I’m sorry…” Fizz apologized again, looking away.

“S-Striker…” Calus’ quiet tone drew both imp’s attention instantly however it caused Striker’s demeanour to change as if someone flipped a switch. 

“Calus!?” Striker exclaimed, abandoning Fizz on the floor to immediately run to Calus’ side, one hand landing on the Dracony’s shoulder. Calus shifted his head to the side to look at Striker with a small acknowledging smile on his face.

“H-how long have I been out?” Calus wondered, clearing his throat a bit.  

“Over a week, try ta rest,” Striker encouraged, tone gentle.

“A week…shit…” Calus breathed out, seeming to struggle with each word.

“It’s fine, I’m just glad Yer awake,” Striker stated returning the smile till that is Fizz managed to stand back up, entering Calus’ line of sight.  

“Fizz…?” Calus questioned moments before Striker snarled.

“Get out!” Striker exclaimed in a low possessive growl.

Fizz took the warning to heart, backing up slowly till he could leave the infirmary while Striker continued to hiss with his tail rattling when a gentle hand cupped his cheek. Striker jerked slightly in surprise, looking down at Calus and instantly settling as his expression softened.

“Hush Striker…what did I miss?” Calus encouraged.

“Fizz told me everythin’…what he made Ya do...,” Striker briefly explained, tone growing more aggravated by the second.

“Hmm…he did, did he…then you know I’m bound by contract to full fill the procedure…I just…don’t know when I’ll be able to try again,” Calus admitted, rubbing Striker’s cheek with his thumb.

“Don’t fuckin’ worry about that right now…just…get better…” Striker insisted, placing his hand over Calus’, brow furrowing upwards in a combination of relief and concern.

Calus continued to nap on and off for the rest of the day, waking from one just as Asmodeus was walking into the infirmary with Stolas.

“Good to see you’re awake Calus,” Stolas stated walking over to the Dracony’s bedside while Striker kept an eye on them from the other bed, his possessive protective nature running in overdrive by this point.

“Hmm, I’m sorry I couldn’t finish the procedure Oz…once I’m able too I’ll finish it,” Calus stated with a groan as he attempted to sit up.  

“Nah, Calus! Don’t!” Striker exclaimed, beginning to move off the bed only to stop when Asmodeus beat him to it.

“Relax…there’s no need, if you feel capable and wish too then you can however the contract is nonbinding,” Asmodeus assured Calus resulting in a stunned expression to cross the Dracony’s face as the Lustful sin gently laid a hand on his shoulder to encourage him to remain laying down.  

“What do you mean? I signed a contract agreeing to do this…” Calus reiterated, furrowing his brow in confusion.  

“The contract wasn’t properly signed by me thus you have no obligation,” Asmodeus reassured the Dracony.

“Really? Well, that’s good…what about Striker? I’m going to take it Fizz told you everything,” Calus inquired, concern seeping its way into his tone.  

“No harm will come to either of you and yes, me and Fizzy had a long conversation about all this…for what it’s worth I’m sorry this happened,” Asmodeus offered, glancing over at Striker momentarily.

“That’s good, I appreciate the…apology,” Calus stated, voice growing weary as he laid back allowing Stolas to check a few things.

“Alright, you should get some more rest I’ll return later to check again on you,” Stolas stated with a nod which Calus returned.

Calus didn’t fight Stolas on the suggestion simply allowing himself to fall back asleep, mind too exhausted to stay awake any longer. Fizz opted to avoid the infirmary or more accurately avoided Striker for the rest of the time he was in the palace waiting for Calus to recuperate, a three-week process that barely saw the Dracony back on his feet. The duo managed to leave the palace unfortunately Calus couldn’t return to work for a further two weeks when he started feeling remotely like himself again. Much to Striker’s displeasure after six long months of recovering Calus did return to Asmodeus’ palace to complete the regrowth of Fizz’s left limb, afterwards making it perfectly clear he’d be unable to do any more. Fizz was grateful to have at least one of his arms back assuring Calus he’d not be calling on him to do anything further much to everyone’s relief.   

[hlkproductions]

while i'm terribly shy about showing ocs i make for things i've got a love-hate relationship with, i can't help but feel too many positive emotions whenever i draw alastor interacting with things that crank up other aspects of him left unexplored. sheba's one such thing, whose design is so.... -grabby hands- yknow? fun. so im biting the bullet and showing her off. she and another character, Glory, have been in my back pocket since april/may.

anyway, the rundown i have for sheba is she is in alastor's employ alongside husker and niffty. lent out to the hotel as a bellhop / lobby boy, her history with the radio demon lies in a contract made while she was still alive. her servitude and loyalty is exchanged for protection from the things and people she died to free herself of, with a little added "bonus" of accessing a thimble's worth of alastor's power when she's, as he puts it, shut out her weaknesses.

once a sacrificial lamb of a cult she carries a lot of wounds when it comes to trusting others or opening up to the concept of friendship and family. thanks to handing over one of her teeth for that bit of power, sheba cannot use profanities and has to be creative with her curse words.

[river-mort]

Finally created my art goetia Gremory - daughter of Vepar, who is mermaid, and Paimon, one of his form which looks like a goddamn flying eye. She study, seek and guarde ancient treasures but her main ability a future vision - ability noone in hell has, both blessing and curse. A limited, painful skill that also made her one of weakest demons because her other magic abilities are pretty weak.She became a constant target of kidnapping, and because of that she lives in isolated castle pretty far from everyone, only most powerful demons know about her existence. Even Stolas didnt know about her for a long time

I still should work on colors i think, but thats all i came with for few days of stressful tryings

[theclowntoon]

more of these losers ‼️‼️ HAPPY HOLIDAYS FOLKS!!! ft my friend @litwiknart’s oc neff!

[theazureangel]

Problematic Trio

[munchqin]

Sometimes we dont get what we want🌹

Here you have another helluva design :D

I will upload some of her lore later if you all will want me to

but lets do not rush

I will only spoil that its CRAZY

[michaelasworlds-blog]

Meet Ares

Art by: @feathersketchcreations

(Ares is an OC for Helluva Boss)

Ares is an imp succubus hybrid, her mom is an imp and her dad is a succubus. She was born and raised in the Lust Ring but resides in the Envy Ring. Her mom and dad are separated because he’s a “free spirit” and likes to get around with other demons, his free spirit caused him to give Ares 11 siblings, Ares is the 6th child. Her father named all of them.

Tauri

Aqua

Leo

Scorpion

Capri

Ares

Pisces

Cance (He changed his name to “Lance” 🫠)

Virgil

Gem

Tarri

Libby

(Yep all her dad, all of it he came up with their names 🫠)

Ares is Blitz’s ex (he cheated on her with Verosika) and is dating Striker, which Blitz still doesn’t believe. She is an acrobat and performs with a group that takes tours around the seven rings

Fun fact: she has a thing for cowboys 🤠

Theme song:

That’s all for now! If you wanna know more don’t hesitate to ask!

[pirateandie]

I FORGOT I HAD TUMBLR. Um.. Ive been into helluva boss recently so heres my OC Bandit :3 (shipped with Striker bc um.. FUCK YEAH GAY PPL)

ok thank you byebye

ill post OP again soon

[trashartgalleries]

My experience with Mario Strikers since I got it 2 days ago...

My and my lil bro crack jokes whenever I play... and I tend to rage when I see the A.I. pull some bullshit 🤣

[vincent-marie]

"Small Sanctuary"

6/7 of my illustrations for my fic "A Fine Line." If "Keep Dancin', Darlin'" was the first one I started working on, this was the second one.

Special Shoutout to wanderingquill for joining my After Hours tier on my Patreon.❤️ Thank you so much for your support.

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[drades-lair]

Milking

Fandom: HelluvaBoss

Pairing: Striker/Original male character

Rating: M

Note: This was inspired by the post by Twiggietime on twitter https://twitter.com/Twiggietime/status/1717403420758274216

"Why are we here?" Striker groused, halting Bombproof along side Calus and Aurora.

"I told you, we're here to do some chores," Calus chuckled, dismounting Aurora.

"I know that I meant why are we doin' farm chores?" Striker corrected, dismounting Bombproof as well.

"Because this is what we were hired to do, you know I do a little of everything," Calus explained, guiding Aurora to a pasture where they were told to put their hell steeds.

"Fine, what are we doin'?" Striker asked with a conceded eyeroll.

"Fence mending, feeding, hell steed brushing, finally we gotta clean up the barn," Calus revealed.

"Guess I'll take the steeds while Ya do the fences then we can feed the animals before cleanin' the barn together," Striker suggested.

Calus agreed allowing them to get started, everything going smoothly as both lost clothing along the way leaving the duo shirtless as they cleaned the barn. Cleaning the one corner Striker's rake hit a small metal bottle he recognized as a milking machine.

"They have hell cows at one point?" Striker inquired with a chuckle as he lightly kicked the bottle like machine.

"Yeah, they had a couple a little while ago," Calus confirmed, turning to look at what Striker was referring to.

Continuing their work, the barn started getting hot in more ways than one as the duo started checking one another out. Once they were mostly finished Calus checked the time on his phone revealing they were a couple hours ahead of schedule. Smirking the Dracony crept up behind Striker, playfully grabbing the imp from behind, securing his arms behind his back. Striker yelped in surprise at first then chuckled while playfully struggling against Calus' grip. Guiding Striker to a bale of hay Calus pressed Striker to his knees then bent him over it, stealing the rope on Striker's belt to secure the imp's hands behind his back. Striker chuckled into a moan as the Dracony's mouth nipped along his shoulder blades to his neck, tongue lathing at the mating mark in his nape. Calus reached a hand underneath Striker to undo the imp's jeans allowing him to pull them down to his mid thighs, massaging gingerly at his firm ass while continuing to mouth down the centre of Striker's back. Striker hummed in approval, back arching up against Calus like a cat while his tail wrapped around the Dracony's waist.

Calus rubbed his hand along Striker's cheeks, slipping between his legs to gingerly squeeze at the imp's hanging balls. Striker's breathing started to pick up, moans flowing freely as Calus worked him up little by little however just as he was feeling that tension in his lower abdomen grow Calus stopped having gotten an idea. Striker turned his head to see what Calus was doing only to become further confused by the Dracony grabbing the milking machine from earlier.

"What Ya think Ya doin'?" Striker inquired with a hint of nervousness in his tone.

"Relax, I've got an idea," Calus smirked placing the machine by Striker's hip. Striker shuddered a little as Calus grabbed the base of his cock then he watched as Calus grabbed the cup on the end of the hose leading to the milking machine.

"Calus? What the fuck...are Ya...yikes!" Striker yelped mid sentence as Calus slid the cup over Striker's cock, impressed it fit over the imp's spines.

"I said relax, I've seen this done before," Calus assured his mate right before turning on the milking machine. Striker gave a yelping groan as the machine started to suck at his cock in an alternating fashion, thighs quivering.

“That feel good, Babe?” Calus asked, rubbing the pads of his fingers over Striker’s entrance as he took a knee beside his trembling mate.

“Oh fuck! Y-Yes…Ugh!” Striker panted out, tail rattling intensely.

“Sshh…breath babe…breath, that’s it…” Calus calmly whispered, rimming Striker’s hole slowly as the imp’s hips started rocking.

Striker bit down on his bottom lip with a series of whimpering moans when his orgasm was wrenched from his body causing him to release a high-pitched whine. Calus switched off the milking machine but had to leave the cup on Striker till the imp’s spines relaxed, releasing his mate’s arms in the meanwhile to allow him to get more comfortable. Once the cup was removed Striker pulled his pants back up only to turn around to see Calus resting on another bale of hay, pants open with his hard cock out. Striker took the hint, crawling over to settle between Calus’ thighs, hands resting on them as he sized the Dracony’s cock up. A moment later Striker wrapped a hand around the base of Calus’ cock giving it a firm stroke upwards, twisting his wrist near the head before smoothing back down his shaft eliciting a throaty, humming moan from the Dracony who leaned back on his hands to allow Striker to just do what he wanted too. Striker licked a strip up the underside of Calus’ cock to the head where he slid his mouth over it, the imp had a sensitive gag reflex which prevented him from giving a full blow job, but he could still give partial ones. Striker massaged Calus’ shaft near the base till his knot popped free allowing him to knead the Dracony’s balls while sucking the head of his cock, drawing out soft moans from his mate who looked down at the imp through hooded eyes.

“Fu-ck…Striker…I’m…close…” Calus warned, breath hitching between words.

Striker pulled off the head of Calus’ cock to start rapidly stroking his shaft while wrapping his tail around the base just above Calus’ knot, rattling steadily causing Calus to groan loudly. Moments later Calus came, spurts of cum splashing up onto his stomach only to ooze down over Striker’s hand as well as his tail, continuing to knead the Dracony’s knot to encourage it to release the rest of Calus’ load over the next few minutes. Once the duo were finished cleaning up they finished their job in the barn, put their shirts, jackets and hats back on, got paid then took off for home where perhaps a milking machine might be on the purchase list in the foreseeable future.     

[runnerguitar]

❣️Show Me How You Feel❣️

The first of the Valentine's day Commissions! For an anonymous client! Featuring their OC getting a smooch by Asher from Omega Strikers ! Lucky Guy!

[theclowntoon]

MY HELLUVA OC MISSSYYY ART DUMPPPPP🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

^ art in top left by @litwiknart

i luv my oc missy sm

[mr-tsuyo]

ARKE STRIKES BACK

Learned how to do the Mario strikers style thanks to this video, It's easier  to do than you expect!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t4gB9X4YMg4

[fruits-a-villa]

My 2024 Art Summary

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[tenshiharmonia]

Okay, my curiosity was already piqued when "Chaz's accident child" appeared in the third picture, but that final portrait really sealed the deal. I'd definitely like to hear more about this handsome devil... :3

Some straz and their kid Cruz