#according to my best friend I'm a sloth

[multishipperofgaydeadwizards]

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[acethatlovesdinos]

The Seven Deadly Sins of Helluva Boss, Named.

My friend and I just made a discovery.

Or perhaps an observation.

In Helluva Boss we know that Stolas is a prince of hell. This is discussed, this is spoken, we all know it.

But we kept asking, what exactly is he the prince of?

And I think we found the answer.

This is a chart of all of Hell's royal sigils, according to Google image search. And as you can see, the names are as follows:

Lucifer, Satan, Belzebub, Mammon, Asmodeus, Leviathan, Belphegor, Stolas.

But that's 8.

Now we can make a list, from what is already confirmed in the show,

Lucifer: pride

Satan: ???

Belzebub: gluttony

Mammon: greed

Asmodeus: lust

Leviathan: ???

Belphegor: ???

Stolas: gay? Probably??

That's all we got so far. Satan, Leviathan, Belphegor, and Stolas are all left unanswered.

But a simple Google search provided us with one of them:

And with that found we move on.

Wrath and Sloth are all that we have left.

Considering the biblical implications, it seemed that Satan would best fit the title of Wrath, but there was little evidence for it, and google only took us to christian articles that were largely unhelpful.

So I looked up Belphegor, to see if we could find anything on their character.

The way I interpreted it, at least, suggested that this being tells others what they want done, and refuse to take action on their own. Seems like Sloth if you ask me.

Plus, Bee's side comment in episode 8 about "Belphegor's party drugs" lends to the idea that Bel might be a total stoner, which is also fitting for the title i think.

And that leaves us with Stolas.

What could he possibly be?

What sin might he represent?

In our confusion, my friend found an article (which she didn't tell me the name of or link to I'm so sorry) and sent me this screenshot:

Despond.

The literal definition is, as a verb, "to become dejected and lose confidence." The noun is described as "a state of unhappiness and low spirits."

Stolas is seen taking antidepressants every morning when he wakes up. He is constantly pushed into places and situations in which he has no choice. He is berated on a near daily basis by the wife he did not choose.

If that's not proof I'm not sure what is.

(Mini theory time)

He was pushed into his title, his whole life was set up for him, and perhaps he is seen as a "disgrace" not just because he is a royal who had an affair, but a Sin who rejected their title.

When Blitzø came along he felt, for the first time, that he had a choice. That he was able to do something different, to be something different.

We saw the impact that it had on Asmodeus when he came out about him and Fizz, and the potential damage it may do to his reputation because he, as a Sin, doesn't fully embody what he represents.

Perhaps Stolas, by refusing to nihilistically accept the life he was forced into, truly is a "disgrace" like Stella had said, but not for the affair. A disgrace for refusing fate. For choosing a new path. For wanting to be happy.

Anyway sorry that was long thanks for coming to my Ted talk

[jinxthejubilee]

Drinking Buddies

To end off the season of giving and delicious food/beverages, I present to you, a mini story for the Little D's!

Enjoy!

Warning: Slight spoilers for Obey Me

Just so you all know who's who: No. 1 = Pride, No. 2 = Greed, No. 3 = Envy, No. 4 = Wrath, No. 5 = Lust, No. 6 = Gluttony, No. 7 = Sloth

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Whew! What a day! The main seven Little D's have finally finished their work.

Despite what others may say, cleaning the castle, polishing the floors, helping Barbatos make breakfast, lunch, and dinner, dusting off each and every antique in the castle, and finishing mountains of paperwork, is only a small fraction of what they do on a daily basis.

Working at The Fall, helping the staff at RAD, making deals with the higher-ups, buying groceries, cleaning supplies, and/or decorations, guarding the castle in case of intruders, and working alongside so many rude, intimidating, or annoying people on a daily basis can also take a lot out of you.

So much to do, so little time, but they enjoyed their work nonetheless.

Still, even the ever energetic familars get tired, and when they do, all they want to do is lie on the floor, grab a plate of leftovers, chat about their busy day, throw in a complaint or ten, and call it a night.

However, a peaceful night with the Little D's has not and never will go according to plan.

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*Four of the seven the Little D's are collapsed on the floor, utterly exhausted by their absolute hell of a day. Very hungry, very tired, and very thirsty.*

*No. 6 and No. 7 are in the kitchen preparing dinner. While an overly excited No. 5 comes rushing in holding seven cups in his hands. *

No. 5: "Guys! Guys! Guys! Look what I got~."

No. 3: "Oh, um...drinks?

No. 4: "Yeah, the drinks we asked for about two hours ago?

No. 5: "They're not just any drinks! Gather round my friends. Behold!

*Displaying the remarkably shiny drinks*

No. 5: It took me forever to get these. The line was horrific! So many awful people shoving and pushing me out of the way. Nearly stepped on my hat too! How rude! Hmph!

No. 2: "All right! All right! We get it! So what's so special about these drinks that you had us practically dying of dehydration?"

No. 5: "Oooh! I'm so glad you asked! Hell's Kitchen was having a special this week; Smoothies Named After and Inspired By Famous People in the Devildom, Especially Those Who Could Potentially Enslave and Kill Us All!"

No. 1: "Sounds promising."

No. 5: "Eeee! And the best part? Today's smoothies were inspired by our dear Avatars of Sins themselves!"

No. 3: "W-wow! R-r-really?! That's amazing!"

No. 5: "I know, right?!"

No. 1: "Not particularly surprising, though. I mean, of course anyone would want to make a drink intended for the Avatar of Pride."

No. 2: "Rrrrriiiight...So! What do the drinks taste like?"

No. 5: "That's the thing! I don't know! They didn't say. The ingredients are supposed to be a surprise so you can 'appreciate the flavors more'. Whatever that means."

No. 4: "Well then, let's stop yapping and try them already! I'm starving, so this better quench my hunger before the food gets here."

No. 5: "Hehe! Consider it done! Here, take one!"

*No. 5 passes out the color coordinated beverages to each of them.*

No. 5: "Alrighty! Everyone has one, yes? No. 1, why don't you try yours first?"

No. 1: "If you insist."

*No. 1 takes a long, confident sip of the drink, smacks around his mouth, then, puckers his lips in a judgemental way.*

No. 1: "Well, it tastes like a Princess Poison Apple, demonus, coffee, and every Human World wine known to man."

*He suddenly makes a disgusted face and stares angrily at the smoothie.*

No. 1: "Oh, and of course it's Black Coffee of Melancholy! Such a bitter aftertaste."

No. 5: "Oooh! How sharp and sadistic that drink is! Your turn, No. 2!"

No. 2: "Here goes!"

*No. 2 takes a big gulp, then puts it down with a loud, satisfactory 'thump'.*

No. 2: "Mmm! This is great! Cheap whiskey lemonade, Hell Sauce, and a shot of whipped cream. Although, the aftertaste is back pocket change.

*No. 2 feels around his mouth until he hears the sound of clattering coins. He opens his mouth wide like an anaconda, and takes out some Grimm from his throat.*

No. 2: "Sweet! Free Grimm!"

*The others look disgusted, but No. 5 is at least a little amused and slightly fascinated.*

No. 5: "My, how um...enriching that one is. No. 3, it's your turn."

No. 3: "U-u-um! I don't think I should-"

No. 4: "Just drink it!"

*No. 4 snatches the drink away, rips off the lid, uses one hand to pry No. 3's mouth open, while dumping the drink in his mouth with the other hand. *

No. 2: "Hey, hey, hey! Be careful with him!"

No. 5: "Don't be a brute, No. 4!"

No. 1: "Oh please, he doesn't know how to be anything else but a brute."

*No. 3 sputters out the remnants of the smoothie from his mouth. His face scrunches up, his eyes are burning, and fat tears are building up.*

No. 2: "No. 3, are you okay?

No. 3: "It tastes... like ocean water, but it's somehow very sour. It's like I've sucked the essence out of a very conflicting lemon."

*No. 3 swallows painfully and shakes his head.*

No. 3: "A-and the aftertaste is S-s-spicy Rainbow Pizza.

*No. 3 drops to the ground and holds a shaking, pleading hand in the air.*

No. 2: "No. 3?!

No. 3: "W-water...please...?"

*While No. 2 pours multiple bottles of water in No. 3's mouth, they move on.*

No. 5: "Hm. Not a very sofishticated drink, huh? Oh well! Your turn No. 4!

No. 4: "No way. Not happening."

No. 5: "Oh come on! Don't wuss out now, Mr. Tough Guy! What happened to all that bravado you had earlier, huh?"

No. 2: "Yeah. That was before he saw No. 3 here deflate like a woopie cushion."

*No. 3 sinks deeper into the floor even more, awaiting release from his salty, sour, and spicy torment.*

No. 4: "Ugh! Fine! You better not make me regret this."

*No. 4 slurps his drink...only to have his mouth be on fire.*

*No. 4 shrieks and rubs his tongue on the floor to put out the flames, to no avail.*

*He grabs a water bottle that was meant to be used for No. 3 and chugs the bottle like it's the last thing he'll ever consume.*

*The fire finally dies out, leaving poor No. 4's tongue and mouth scorched and black.*

No. 4: "No. 5."

*He turns to face No. 5 with a look of pure rage, topped off with a creepy smile.*

*Before No. 4 can break the fifth familiar's horns off however, he gets held back by an annoyed No. 1, a struggling No. 2, and a very weak, but very concerned No. 3.

No. 4: "I'M GONNA KILL YOU! I'M GONNA KILL YOU! I'M GONNA KILL YOU, DO YOU HEAR ME?! YOU THINK YOU'LL GET AWAY WITH THAT?! HUH?! YOU GOT ANOTHER THING COMING YOU- !"

No. 5: "N-now now! Let's not be hasty! How was I to know that you would get burned by a liquid?

No. 1: "Calm down, No. 4. You're making a fool of yourself even more than usual."

No. 2: "Yeah! You're overreacting over nothin'!

*No. 1 and 2 take No. 4 to a corner for him to cool down. Once he returns, he shoots No. 5 an 'I'll get you later' glare, and shares how his drink tasted like maximum burn Hellfire Sauce, cat eyes, fresh rain, and inked paper. At least the aftertaste was RedxRed Apple Pie.*

No. 4: "Ugh. My mouth is still burning. Gimme that water!"

*He grabs another water bottle out of No. 2's hands.*

No. 2: "Wha-hey!

No. 5: "Yay! I'm de-lighted to see it's my turn!

No. 4: "Make one more pun, and I swear I'll-"

No. 5: "Here I go!"

*No. 5 gulps down his drink.*

No. 5: "Mm mm mm! Strawberries and cream, a Wicked Cupcake, and maple syrup. Oh! And a bit of lemon zest for flavor.

No. 4: "Hey! No fair! Why doesn't HE get any weird side-effects?!

No. 5: "Hehe! How sweet is that, making a cake related smoothie? It really bakes my day. Couldn't have done it batter myself!"

No. 4: "Why you little-!"

No. 6: "What is going on in here?"

*No. 6 comes in balancing four trays of food in his hands, hat, and tail, with No. 7 following after him with seven plates.*

No. 5: "Oh, hi No. 6! We're testing out these drinks from the Hell's Kitchen Special. Here, I got you one too!"

No. 6: "Thank you No. 5, but I don't want to spoil my appetite. I'll drink it after we're done eating."

No. 7: "Come and get it, everyone. It's petrified pork, mashed eye potatoes, fried kraken tentacles with mild mercy sauce, and backstabbing sandwiches without the crust, tonight."

No. 6: "And Mr. Barbatos' cake for dessert. He made one too many for Lord Diavolo's party the other night, so he said we could have it."

No. 2: "YES!! The perfect meal for a perfect drink. "

No. 1: "An...adequate meal for a few hours worth of waiting. Well done."

No. 4: "Tch. It's about time."

No. 5: "Yaaay! You're the best 6 'n 7!"

No. 3: "Food. Sustenance. Must. Eat."

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They all flew out of the hallway, and hustled into a room smaller room with a simple table and seven chairs.

The table was lined with table mats, silverware, napkins, and glasses of water, perfectly placed and aligned.

No. 7 helped No. 6 place the trays of food in the center of the table, and passed the plates down to each of his companions, who eagerly sat waiting to start filling their plates.

No. 6 was the last to sit down, ensuring that each of his fellow familiars had their own utensils.

Finally, they had all started to eat, munching happily, savoring the flavors of each and every bite they took of their meals.

It was always nice, eating together after a long, hard day of work. It always served as a satisfying conclusion to the busy day they had had.

There was a unique sense of comfort in the routine they had everyday.

Wake up, go to work, end work, eat dinner, talk, play, dance, sleep. Wash, rinse and repeat.

One would call it dull, but they called it exciting. Despite the challenges each day brought, they were never the exact same. There was always something new to explore, discover, and teach in the hellscape they called home.

Not one day of living here could ever be described as boring, and even if it was, they wouldn't complain (mostly).

Besides, there was a sense of pride that came with working for and alongside the future king of the Devildom.

It was fun to be a part of something important, to be dependable enough to work alongside and/or work for the most important people of their world, to be involved in the nitty-gritty aspects of the assignments tasked to them, even if they were slow and deemed as "insignificant."

It was their livelihood. And no one could ever take that away from them.

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Once everyone was finished eating, they all sat in silence for a moment. Enjoying the tempoary, blissful feeling of having full bellies.

The familiars thanked 6 and 7, grabbed their dishes, slowly flew out of the small dining room and into the kitchen to wash their plates, silverware, and glasses.

All that remained in the room was No. 5, 6, and 7.

No. 6: "Thank you for helping me cook dinner tonight, No. 7. I know it was a lot to handle, considering you didn't take your late afternoon nap to help me finish.

No. 7: "No need to thank me. Glad I could be of some use before I pass out. By the way, we haven't tried No. 5's drink yet, have we?

No. 6: "No, it seems we haven't."

*No. 6 lifts up his drink up, preparing to clink his smoothie with No. 7's.*

No. 6: "Shall we?

*No. 7 takes his smoothie in both hands to lift it up, since he's too tired and weak to lift it up with just one hand.*

No. 7: "Let's.

*Clink*

*Slurp*

No. 6: "Hmm. Human World cheeseburgers, watermelon energy drink, roast beef, and captured sweat. With the aftertaste being a large banana sundae with chocolate sauce, three scoops of ice cream, and sprinkles.

No. 7: "Wow. Mine taste like sushi, cotton candy, dark chocolate, darkened tears, and the aftertaste is almond nuts.

No. 6: "Interesting. How did yours taste, No. 5?"

*No. 6 and 7 look over to see No. 5 frothing at the mouth with his eyes sparkling like he's seen the Pearly Gates.*

No. 7: "Um. No. 5? You okay there?"

*No. 5 shakes his head in the violently fast. Slowly, he flies upwards out of his chair and plasters the biggest smile ever.*

*His eyes are still sparkling, wide open with dilated pupils while continuing to shake his head.*

*He becomes still for a moment, leaving an awestruck 6 and 7 to stare at Little D of Lust.*

*He's not still for long.*

*Suddenly, No. 5 starts to bouncing off the walls. Up, down, sideways, diagonally, and every which way.*

No. 6/No. 7: "Sugar rush."

No. 7: "I guess that was his side effect. Took a bit to activate though."

No. 6: "Maybe he needed a bit more sugar in his system before it could activate. He has a big sweet tooth, you know.

No. 7: "Do you feel any different?"

No. 6: "I feel more energized than before. Maybe lift a mountain or two. How about you?"

No. 7: "Sleepy. Very, very sleepy. I hate it."

No. 6: "I know, I know. Come on. Let's clean up and finish washing the dishes, okay? Just until these drinks wears off."

No. 7: *yawn* "Alright"

*They both look up to see that No. 5 is still bouncing on the walls.*

No. 7: "Should we help him?"

No. 6: "Nah. You don't want to interfere when someone's having a sugar rush. Best to leave it alone until he finally crashes down."

No. 7: "Hehe. If you say so."

*Dodging No. 5's bouncing, they fly out of the room.*

The End

I really should have posted this yesterday to end off November, but this took a bit longer than I thought. Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed this! Let me know what you guys thought of it. And I'll see you later, byeeee! 💗