#better than blitzo incubus

[tranquil-slaughterhouse]

[paldeanbooperr]

this bird man-

he is getting shipped like fuckin crazy this season-

it's either with blitz or with vassago or with "better than blitzo" guy like damn have a breakkk-

[mourninggraveyard]

Ah, finally, I am finally done designing this boi He's an incubus, usually seen unhappy or in a bad mood Unless you give him a weapon, any gun could make his frown turn into a smile He could care less for what his purpose as an incubus is Sex is a thing, but not in his usual interest He has an older brother, he enjoys his time with him, Tho hard to tell with his unchanging expression

This is his brother, cause I said so Their designs were way too much of a coincident not to make them brothers So yes, "better than Blitzo guy" is my ocs brother cause it just simply worked

[acethatlovesdinos]

I cannot be silenced

Background character yaoi be upon ye

Let me have this

(I'll color it later maybe)

[grandma-susan]

I'm calling him cute incubus guy

We’re really rubbing salt in the wound with that one aren’t we? Lol

[onehelluvafan]

Soo... anyone else notice this look from "Better Than Blitzo" right before he kissed Stolas?

Yeeaahhhh, quick question. What the fuck?! lol

It's the epitome of "blink and you miss it," taking up just two frames, which is a single illustration in Helluva Boss.

I actually spent two months making a 30 minute video on this that I uploaded to YouTube back in August. Unfortunately, my channel was taken down in the latest algorithm crawl, but if you’d like to watch it, here’s a link to it on Odysee and BitChute.

Otherwise, buckle up while I take us on a journey ✨ I have three basic ideas I'll be delving into, split into three posts:

Part One: His tattoo—what it is, what it means, and what (or who) it could be linked to.

Part Two: Verosika—how and why she could have orchestrated things.

Part Three: Just an ex??—what his personal motivations could be for taking the time to check if Blitz is watching before kissing Stolas.

Keep reading to dive into Part One!

Before we dive in, just a quick heads-up that I will not be referring to this Incubus as “Better Than Blitzo.” Partly because it’s kind of long but mostly I just really like the nickname I’ve given him, which is: “IncuBlitz.”

IncuBlitz Part One: His Tattoo

I’ll start things off with the tattoo on IncuBlitz’s arm and its possible significance.

Because this thing is strikingly similar to Stolas’ crest, leading a lot of us to wonder—Is IncuBlitz some sort of Stolas stalker?  Or does he work for someone in the Ars Goetia who has a similar crest?

In both cases, I think the barometer is going to be how similar his tattoo is to Stolas’ crest, but I’ll go into a little more detail on why he might be working for another Goetia and who it could be.

I think Aldreaphus, Stolas’ brother-in-law, would be the most likely candidate in this scenario, considering that we’ve already been introduced to him and his manipulative nature. 

In Western Energy, we see him convince Stella to call off the hit on Stolas so that they can wait for, and possibly even create, an opportunity to take advantage of him later—be it for his position, wealth, power, or all three.

Even more compelling, we see what appears to be an attack or takeover by Aldreaphus at Stolas’ palace in the trailer for the second half of season two.

It’s been theorized that he may be hoping to take over Stolas’ position partially because in mythology, he’s actually already known to be an astronomer. 

This would obviously overlap nicely with Stolas’ duties, which would make him a prime candidate to take over his position—be it temporarily until Octavia has finished her training, or perhaps even permanently depending on what he’s capable of and willing to do.

So far, we’ve only seen this brief glimpse of him in Western Energy, so we don’t know yet what his actual cannon position is in the Goetia family. The mythological Andrealphus is not associated with any sort of ice powers, so it’s possible that this is where any likeness between the two ends. 

But regardless of any previous knowledge or affinity for astrology, I can see Andrealphus being interested in Stolas’ status and position. Whether it’s to have for himself, or to get close to Octavia so that he can take advantage of his influence with her in the future.

So, in this theory, IncuBlitz would have been strategically placed to get information from Stolas, keep tabs on him, manipulate him, and possibly even to further drive a wedge between Stolas and Blitz.

For any other Goetia, the desire to keep Stolas and Blitz apart could just be for appearances and maintaining the social structure that they’ve put into place. 

But if Andrealphus is his employer, I think he would have a different reason to keep them apart. And that’s to keep Stolas from having someone who can protect him.

Because if he knows anything about either attempt by Striker to assassinate Stolas, then he would be aware that in both cases, Blitz or someone under Blitz’s employ, intervened. 

The first time, they completely stopped him, causing the assassination attempt to be a failure, which resulted in Striker having to actually flee. 

Then, during the second attempt, despite it being called off by Stella, Moxxie and Millie’s intervention did prevent Striker from bringing Stolas to Stella and Andrealphus, which is what her explicit instructions to him had been.

Now that I’ve covered how a Goetia could be involved, let’s move on to what I personally believe to be the determining factor for both aspects:

How similar is IncuBlitz’s tattoo to Stolas’ Crest?

Because if IncuBlitz is actually a stalker, we would expect the tattoo to be as close to Stolas’ crest as possible. And if it belongs to someone else in the Ars Goetia, that implies that Geotic crests, in general, would all have at least a heart in common.

So far, the only crest we’ve seen that we know to be associated with the Geotia family belongs to Stolas. Considering that we’ve only ever seen his crest displayed within his own palace, I’d say that, at best, it’s unclear whether other demon royalty also have similar, heart-themed crests.

But let’s explore that a bit. 

The seals that we’ve seen so far, belonging to several Sins, Paimon, and Stolas himself, all seem to have the same basic structure.

This could lend credence to the idea that other Goetian royalty could also have a similar crest to Stolas. But personally, I don’t think it’s likely.

Mostly because Stolas’ crest seems to reflect him personally. From the tip of his five-pointed crown down to his cloak and neck accessory.

We haven’t seen much of Aldreaphus’ castle, but in the room that is shown, there does not appear to be anything present that resembles a heart.

In fact, we don’t actually know yet if Aldreaphus is canonically a marquee in the Hellaverse, the way he is in mythology. So it’s possible that he doesn’t have a crest at all if those are limited to the upper ranks of royalty. But if he does have a crest, I think it’s the snowflake that’s depicted on his chest and plateware.

At first, I thought his crown being shorter than Stolas’ and only having 3 points was an indicator of lower status. Especially considering that we see Stella, Octavia, and Baby Stolas with similar crowns.

But after realizing that Paimon’s also only has 3 points, I dug a little deeper and found this.

Apparently, there is something called a Celestial Crown that has five points, which are usually depicted with a star on each tip. 

With Stolas’ job as a Goetia being to study the stars, it makes sense that his crown would be reflective of his line of work. 

Considering this, I don’t think Andrealphus’ ice-themed crown and possible crest give us enough information to determine whether he is or is not a marquee.

But either way, there doesn’t appear to be any evidence to support the theory that IncuBlitz’s tattoo is reflective of a connection to himself.

Now, let’s take a look at the tattoo and compare it directly to Stolas’ crest.

One thing I noticed was that even though it doesn't look like his normal crown, he is wearing a crown that looks similar to the tattoo, both as a child and at this particular party as an adult.

I went back and scrubbed through footage of the entire show, trying to find any other instances of this kind of tattoo or imagery.

While Verosika and Millie both have heart tattoos like the one on IncuBlitz’s lower back, the closest thing I could find to the tattoo on his arm is the door to the prototypes at Ozzie’s.

This has led me to believe that it might truly just be a heart with a cupid’s arrow pointing down. Though it does look a little odd with the additional v-shape between the arrowhead and the bottom of the heart. I’m not sure if that’s supposed to represent a bow or is just a stylistic choice, but, interestingly, the heart on the back of the romance novel that Stolas is reading at the beginning of this episode does have something similar going on.

So, in the end, I think his tattoo might genuinely just be symbolism. An indication that he’s a kindred ‘romantic’ spirit, maybe who also wears his heart on his sleeve; Or even simply that he’s just not afraid of love and romance the way that Blitz is. If so, perhaps it’s intended to be another implication of why he is “Better Than Blitzo.”

Click here for Part Two: Verosika

[hazbinshusk]

blitzø x succubus!reader. you're dragged along by a friend to verosika mayday's anti-blitzø party and find yourself drawn to a certain imp as the night progresses. after blitzø's heart to heart with the hostess, he's left stewing in his own mind. when you approach him and offer to keep him company there on the balcony, he may just see you as a sorely needed reprieve from his traitorous thoughts.

anon request. 3.2k

featuring: hurt/comfort, smut, an emotionally wrought blitzø, some stolitz feels.

Hugging a plastic cup to your chest, you watch the party move around you with wide eyes. You weren’t at all surprised by the level of debauchery – hell, by Lust Ring standards this was actually pretty tame – but by the strange kind of… catharsis you were witnessing amongst some of the other guests. Sure, not all of it was exactly healthy – you were pretty sure playing pin-the-dagger-on-the-dickhead wasn’t therapist approved – but people seemed to be…

Well.

Maybe ‘moving on’ weren’t the right words for it.

But, hey, you weren’t here to judge. You’d been invited by a friend to a Verosika Mayday party, and even among fellow Succubi that was huge deal. So, that had been enough for you to put together a poor attempt at a Halloween costume and tag along for the night.

You hadn’t realized that the dress code had a different theme until you had opened your apartment door to see you friend wearing a shirt emblazoned with a crudely written “Fuck You Blitzo”. Now it was easy to tell the two groups apart by their wardrobes – those invited by Verosika herself, and their guests all dolled up in their Halloween best.

Still, decent booze, better music, and the intoxicating energy that always radiated off a group of Lust demons this large has your head spinning pleasantly, even if this isn’t exactly what you’d been expecting. You’d grilled your friend on how they’d scored themselves an invite, and honestly, it felt as though you only needed to be tangentially involved with this ‘Blitzø’ guy to score yourself an invite from Mayday.

You weren’t complaining. It beat sitting at home.

The hours pass in a blur of booze and bodies, and you’ve long since surrendered yourself to the fun. An incubus you’ve already forgotten the name of has you pressed against the wall, his tongue in your mouth and his hips flush against yours. You can feel him hard against you, the energy swirling through the party spurring you on. You hook one hand in his belt, the other slung over his shoulder, still holding your half-full cup. He doesn’t seem to be worried about wearing the contents, and his lips move to the side of your throat, his stubble teasing over your skin.

You hum happily at the sensation, rolling your hips into his. An incubus isn’t going to feed you those happy-vibes as much as a human soul could, but even without the power rush your own excitement is an addictive sensation. The incubus grazes his teeth over your collarbone and you gasp, eyes opening lazily.

You cast your gaze across the throng of dancing bodies and upward, following the line of the stairs to the balcony above. A figure wrapped in what looks like a stained tablecloth sits up there alone, feet dangling over the edge. You find yourself staring up at them for a long moment before you feel yourself pushing the other demon away.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’ve gotta go,” you tell him, only semi-apologetic. “Sorry.”

He shrugs, taking it in stride the way only an incubus can, and you step past him to wander up the stairs. Coming to a stop beside the figure… an imp, you realize… you hesitate for a moment.

“Mind if I join you?”

You can barely make out the shrug of his shoulder and you take a seat beside him, swinging your legs out over the edge of the balcony. Discontent is just radiating off of him, and you bite your lip.

“Y’know… you might be the only person here who out even less thought into dressing for the theme than me,” you joke gently. You’re wearing a barely-there dress made of thick black threads woven together to emulate a spiderweb. It left the matching set of black lingerie clearly visible underneath, the hem ending a few inches above your thigh-high boots. “Are you supposed to be a… ghost or something?”

The imp doesn’t answer, and you bit your lip against the sheer awkwardness. You could just take him blowing you off in stride and leave, but there was something so… magnetic about the guy. You take a sip of your drink, holding out the cup in offer.

“You want some?”

There’s a pause, then he reaches out from under the tablecloth to take the cup, his claws brushing against your fingers as he does. He throws back the rest of it, sighing and letting the cup drop from his hand to the floor below, heedless of anyone it might hit. “…Thanks.”

“Sure,” you say, tucking hair behind your ear. “You, uh… don’t seem to be having fun. Did… you know this Blitzo guy?”

The imp is silent for a few moments, his voice barely audible. “He ruined my fucking life.”

“I’m… I’m sorry.”

The imp glances your way, stiffening for a second as he studies your face. “I don’t… did Blitz fuck you over, too?”

He has nice eyes.

You shake your head. “Got invited by a friend. And I don’t think they really knew the guy either. Hell, half the people here are like that from what I can tell. Honestly, this whole thing feels kinda… fucked up.”

The imp stares at you for a few more moments, and there’s something weighted about his gaze. You swallow, fingers tangling in the webbing covering your stomach. Then, he casts his eyes down over the crowd, and he tenses.

“What’s wrong?”

He seems to struggle to decide whether he wants to tell you. You follow his gaze and spot the Goetian Prince you’d heard sing earlier in the night, currently being spun around the dancefloor by an Incubus you’ve seen at parties in the past.

“Ah.” you say. “An ex?”

He nods, almost pitifully. Still, his fists clench against his thighs, an outward show of irritation. Possessiveness.

The two of you watch the couple laugh and dance for a while, and you fight the urge to reach a hand over to him as he growls quietly when the incubus kisses the prince’s neck.

Instead, you swallow, raising your voice over the crowd again. “Hey… did you drive?”

“What?”

“Did you drive tonight?”

He nods, eyes still glued to the Owl Prince.

“…D’you think you could give me a ride home?”

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The two of you ride in silence, all the way back into Hell and down into the Lust Ring; you only speak up long enough to give him directions to your apartment. His claws are wrapped tightly around the steering wheel, hard enough that his knuckles are pale. His jaw clenches and unclenches, and after a while you reach out over the messy seat of his van to touch a calming hand to his knee.

The imp glances down at it, almost surprised, but his jaw stops tightening.

He comes to an abrupt stop outside your apartment building, mounting the curb and narrowly missing the bench bolted to the footpath. You unbuckle your seatbelt, the awkward feeling hanging between the two of you like so much smoke.

You should end it here, let him take himself home and drink away his troubles or smash shit or send his ex a barrage of texts over what he saw tonight. It’s not your business and you don’t owe the guy anything. So, why instead do you hear yourself say: “Hey, um… d’you want to come inside?”

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On any other day, Blitzø might have scoffed at the idea of a shy succubus, one that treads lightly around his feelings rather than just asking or seducing him into a rough fuck, but tonight he just follows you into your apartment quietly. He still wears the tablecloth like a security blanket, but you don’t comment on it.

Instead, he takes a seat on the couch as you pour the two of you a drink of Asmodean whiskey. It’s not as strong as Beelzejuice but it’s marketed as a nightcap, and it feels more suitable in this moment than a party drink. It burns his throat when he downs half of it, his fingers wrapped almost too tightly around the glass.

You try to make conversation, voice stilted and quiet, and he offers you brief responses that float away like debris in water. All he can see in his mind is Stolas’ happy, carefree smile as that incubus had held him in his fucking arms, and Blitzø just needed his brain to stop.

“You wanna fuck?”

You stop midsentence, caught off-guard.

“I…” you give a surprised, breathless laugh. “I’m… you want to…?”

“Fuck,” he nods decisively. He feels like he should be leaning into you, fixing you with bedroom-eyes or at the very least be speaking in a huskier tone but instead he just sits there, a matter-of-fact. “Now.”

You seem to consider him for a moment before you reach up, and he stiffens as you touch the edge of the tablecloth.

“Depends,” you say, pushing the cloth back away from his face. “Do I have to fuck a ghost?”

He chokes on a laugh despite himself before you lean down to kiss him. He meets your lips almost hesitantly, and it isn’t until later that he realizes that this is the first time he’s kissed someone other than Stolas in months. Your kiss is different, softer and more tentative… there’s no urgency behind it, none of the desperation that’s usually tied to a scheduled fuck. It leaves him cold for a moment, uncertain, but then you cup his cheek gently and slide your tongue into his mouth and he feels warmth bloom in his gut.

He kisses you back, claws curling in the threads barely covering your thigh as the tablecloth falls off him completely. The feel of it sliding over his back makes him shiver, and he wraps his other hand around the back of your neck, tugging you closer and deepening the embrace.

You taste of the sweet nectar of Beelzejuice and something tart like cherries, and he groans, low and reedy into your mouth. The sound thrills you, sends a shudder through the very middle of you, and you scratch your nails over the base of one of his horns.

Blitzø almost purrs at the sensation. “Fuck…”

He inhales sharply as you trail your hand down from his face and over his chest and further… you urge his jacket down off his arms and he shrugs it off, taking your face in his hands. His teeth catch your lip and he tastes the metallic hint of blood, his cock stirring as you whimper needily in response. His eyes roll back behind the lids as you finally palm his cock, squeezing the bulge in his pants as you break apart to catch your breath, forehead bumping against his.

He barely gives you a chance to steady yourself before he’s pulling you in again, because as long as he’s feeling this, feeling you, those whispers in his brain can’t be heard. You’re a balm against the poison of his mind, and Blitzø finds himself torn between the idea of laying you out and pounding your ass into the mattress or splitting you open over his lap.

Blitzø grabs at you, clutching at your hips, your breasts. “Fuckin’ piece of—”

You giggle as his claws tangle in your dress, pulling away to tug it off over your head. Tossing it aside, your breath catches as the imp buries his face against your chest, licking and nipping at the swell of your breasts. He sucks at a nipple through the cup of your bra, and you dust kisses over his horns and his forehead as his fangs graze the hardened point through the silk. He reaches up to tug the cup down, his claws drawing lines against the soft swell of your breast, dark red against the cotton candy color of your skin. He seems to admire the marks for a moment before he brings his mouth to your breast again, curling his forked tongue around your nipple and sucking hard.

The way you arch against him is the closest Blitzø will ever understand as poetry, and he decides right there he needs more of it, pulling you into his lap. You straddle his thighs obediently, grinding yourself once, hard over his crotch. He snarls at the feeling of it, wrapping your hair around his hand and dragging you back down into another kiss, his other claws clutching at a handful of your ass.

The imp’s touch is hot and rough and amazing, so good you’re almost surprised you’re not sucking up a supernova worth of soul energy from the demon. He encourages you to ride his lap with a tight grip on your thigh and your ass, his tongue sliding almost languidly into your mouth.

You unbuckle his belt with practiced ease, lowering his zipper and wrapping your fingers around his erection. The imp groans into your mouth, bucking into the warmth of your hand. You squeeze the base of him with every downstroke of his cock, bending down further to dust kisses over his cheek and the side of his throat. Your teeth graze his collarbone and he curses, claws flexing so hard on your ass that you feel them prick your skin.

“Fuck me…” he groans, and you kiss him again, bracing an arm against the back of the couch beside his horns.

“That’s the idea,” you say breathily and he swats your ass with the spade of his tail. He begins to roll his eyes at the joke but the gesture melts away as you take hold of his wrist and lead his hand between your legs. The imp takes the hint immediately, and you moan quietly as he tugs your underwear aside and slides his fingers against your clit.

“Oh, shit…” you murmur, riding his hand slowly. The imp presses kisses to your chest, reaching behind you unclip your bra. You shrug it off, letting out a drawn-out, broken moan as he guides his cock into you. “Fuck…”

“Fuckin’ Christ…” he agrees, head falling back against the couch. Bracing both hands against the couch on either side of him you corkscrew your hips slowly over his until he bottoms out inside you. He surprises you by leaning up to kiss you again, and you let that linger as you begin to move against him.

You ride the imp’s lap slowly, reveling in the way every inch feels inside you. He thrusts up into you every time you lower yourself again, claws claiming your thighs, just above the top of your boots.

He watches you with wide eyes, his gaze dropping down over your near-naked body before always returning to your face. You shudder with the way he feels filling, stretching your cunt, pushing your hair out of your face so you can press a kiss between his horns.

The way he’s watching you is more intoxicating than anything else you’ve sampled tonight, and when slips a hand between your legs to play with your clit you keen, head falling back.

Blitzø stares at the column of your neck as you tighten around him, your cum dripping down over the base of his cock. He feels your tail wrap around his calf, feels your cunt squeeze around him, and he closes his eyes tight.

The flash of feather and glowing red in his memory makes his brow crease, and he runs his hand over your waist, your thigh, reminding himself of the soft, smooth expanse of your skin. He thrusts up harder into you, retaking your hips to encourage you into a more brutal pace.

You let out an ‘uh’ every time he hits that spot inside you, and he’s cursing and groaning and you palm your breast and squeeze. There’s a furrow between his brows and you can tell he’s trying to hold out, to make this last. His hands are so tight on your hips you’re sure that you’ll bruise, but you don’t care, circling your clit with hurried fingers as you bounce on his dick.

“Yes…” you moan, sparks igniting up along your spine as he angles his hips just right. “Oh, fuck, yes, Blitz!”

“Kiss me,” the imp says just as your second orgasm crests. “Please… fuck. Kiss me.”

You take his face in your hands and bring his lips back to yours and he moans into your mouth as he cums inside you, hands gripping roughly at your shoulders. You keep kissing him until you feel him relax, breaking away to dust soft, slow kisses to his cheek and between his eyes. His hips bump up into yours a few more times as he finally comes down, his chest heaving.

He freezes as you bump your forehead against his and pulls back to meet your eye. “You… how the fuck did you know I’m…”

You raise an eyebrow, the beginnings of an amused smirk playing on your lips. “Your ex is the Goetian Prince and they were kinda burning you in effigy at that party… I took a gamble.”

Blitzø chuckles, the sound half torn between amusement and self-deprecation. “Fuck…”

“Well, hey,” you shrug. “Maybe I’ll have earned an invite of my own to next year’s big Halloween bash.”

He groans, rubbing his hands over his face.

“I’m kidding!” you laugh, taking hold of his wrists and dragging his hands away from his face. “I’m only kidding, I swear!”

He raises an eyebrow at you disbelievingly, and you smile softly, reassuringly.

“Seriously, Blitz. I mean, I don’t really know you, besides the whole…” you gesture down to where you’re still straddling his lap. Your thighs ache slightly with him still inside you. “… y’know… but I didn’t bring you home with me thinking I was going to ‘fix the asshole of honour’.”

“You didn’t?”

“Nope.” you shake your head at his skepticism. “I learned a long time ago that no one expects monogamy from a succubus. And I’m fine with that. I do better without the strings attached. But,” you continue, grinding your hips slowly over his once and making the over-sensitized imp groan in the back of his throat. “I also know you looked like you could use a break from the self-hate for a little while.”

His gaze drops, and you skim a finger down his cheek and under his chin to tilt his face back up to yours.

“Seriously. We’re good here.”

Blitzø sighs, letting his head drop back against the couch. “So, I don’t have to worry about you bitchin’ about me to your friends after this?”

“With dick that good, nah.” you joke, grinning when he snickers despite himself. “Look, I think you clearly need to figure out what’s going on between you and the Prince that’s got you all… how you are. But I also think that if you wanna stay the night, that’s fine too.”

“I don’t…”

You dip your head down to kiss his cheek before he can formulate an answer.

“Maybe don’t answer that offer while you’re still inside me.” you tease, and he smirks weakly, his hands squeezing your hips. You climb gracefully off his lap, unabashed by your disheveled appearance – mussed hair and smeared lipstick, wearing only latex boots and underwear stained in both your cum. “I’m going to shower. And I promise, I won’t be offended if you’re gone by the time I get out.”

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To your surprise, he isn't.

[grandma-susan]

In a small way I kind of hope he's the guy who helps people out of their funk. Maybe he was burned and learned how to be a better lover/fling or passing friend. Maybe he's the incubus who can't settle down, but is highly empathetic and for sure he knows how to and wants to show a person what it means to be attentive, to be gentle, to give people experiences where they feel cared for and loved, even if its just a short evening. To show them that their desires of affection respect and fun interaction is not impossible.

I love himmmmm

He's a cutie pie 🥹

I wanna trust him, they were too cute when they were dancing! The way he flew to make Stolas turn? 😭 💜

I still believe in Stolitz being endgame but I want this cute interaction with Stolas and that CUTE INCUBUS to be genuine 🙏

[chaifootsteps]

Flitzodeus

After stolas is exposed and loses all of his power

And the demons at verosika’s party want nothing to do with him

Stolas: i don’t understand why you all hate me all of a sudden?!

Dennis: uh, cause you lied to us and Verosika? And attended a party to hate someone you had no right to hate?

Stolas: how dare you act like you’re better than me?! You attended the party too!

Demon: never said we were. And yeah, we’re kinda a shitty for attending the party, especially given them most of us don’t hate blitzo.verosika paid us to pretend to.

Stolas: huh?!

Dennis: shitty i know, but we needed the money. Do you really think I’m so petty to hate someone who doesn’t like my name? Seriously im not that kind of bitch.

Incubus: so yeah we’re assholes and verosikas coping isnt healthy, but at least we didn’t come to this party to find a rebound to piss off someone we hurt.

Stolas: you made out with me, you approached me.

Incubus: only because I thought blitzo actually hurt you. Had I known that you were a whiny r***st with a victim complex, I wouldn’t have even come within 200 feet of you. By the way verosika knows you lied to her too, and how you shit talked her party and all of us.

Stolas: and?

Dennis: consider yourself blacklisted fuckwad. Verosika can hold a grudge and she hates demons like ypu, even more than blitzo.

[stolasgoeita]

in Stolas’s mansion, Stolas and the “Better than Blitzo” incubus from the party are making out at bed, until Blitz barges in pissed off.

“Better than Blitzo”: “Oh, shit…”

Blitz charges at him, grabs him by the collar, and violently assaults him and beats him up.

Blitz: “NOBODY…STEALS…THE…FUCK…OUT…OF…MY…BOYFRIEND!”

Stolas flinched and watched in horror as Blitz continues to assault the incubus. He felt absolutely heartbroken as he saw how hurt and angry Blitz looked, as he saw the expression on his face the entire time he was beating up the incubus. He felt guilt and pain at remembering the hurt and anger that he felt from him then, and at the thought that he had caused that hurt and anger.

Stolas manages to muster the courage to separate the two of them and looks at the Better than Blitzo guy. “Please leave.” He goes to say something but Stolas glares at him and yells “LEAVE NOW!” He rushes out the door. Stolas then turns his attention to the Imp. “What the Hell was that about?! Since when have we decided that we are an actual couple? There are so many things you and I have to address before we can even consider that. I’m sorry for everything that I’ve done to cause you all this pain and agony, Blitz. I truly mean that, but are you sorry for what you’ve caused me?”

[tranquil-slaughterhouse]

[snowysoul-squrirel]

Lads, I shouldn't be allowed to think. I saw "Better Than Blitzo Guy" (pictured below)

And immediately went to Jessie because of him being the only other character that I know that has a speaking role and is an incubus in Helluva Boss.

This isn't a theory of any kind, just me being dumb. But I did make myself laugh when I, out loud, said: "Holy shit, Blitz managed to lay that handsome bouncer from Ozzie's"

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Apology Tour details I forgot to gush about:

- Verosika finally dropping the pronounced O from Blitzo’s name. Never once does Blitzo call her on it like he does everyone else, so the fact that she does it on her own says a lot about how healing their conversation was for her and I love that for her.

- honestly it didn’t even occur to me that Blitzo should have told Stolas about the assassination attempt. So when he let it slip, I was completely blindsided as well as delighted. I genuinely don’t think Blitzo MEANT to keep it from Stolas; I think he just didn’t think about it, for all the reasons he mentions regarding Stolas’ hardiness. (ADHD coded Blitzo in the house lol)

- really would like to know if all Lust demons are called succubi for ease purposes, or if Better Than Blitzo Guy is an incubus (insert obligatory “wouldn’t it be fun to play with the terms succubus/incubus on a sexual dynamic scale rather than a gender scale” discussion here)

- Blitzo seems to be speaking really slowly for him when he’s raging about Stolas getting kissed, which makes me think he’s REALLY angry; reminds me of when he’s telling Striker to “get his shit-stained claws” off Fizz, just a drawl that feels so much more angry than his usual fast pace.

- cannot stress enough how even when they’re in the middle of fighting, Blitzo keeps trying desperately to bring their relationship back to sex bc he wants his status quo back, bc that’s still the only reason he can think of that Stolas would want him. Why ANYONE would want him. I need Ghostfuckers to BREAK HIM. I want that man sobbing his guts out and then picking himself up and looking himself in the mirror and wanting to change for himself as much as for the people he loves. You can do it, Blitzo, I believe in you.

- look guys I have zero doubts in my mind that Stolas and Blitzo together are endgame. I have equally as few doubts about the fact that it ain’t gonna be this season. Prepared to be pleasantly surprised! (Though I can’t deny that having half to a full season of mutual pining while working together and taking things slow and steady would be my ideal scenario tbh. Blitzo chewing his desk to bits over Stolas’ cute secretary glasses pls)

- as someone else pointed out…“I sorried Fizz so hard he CRIED!” Blitzo YOU cried, you over-emotional projector, you.

- the more we see about Blitzo and his past relationships and his current wants, the more obviously his deflection of “relationships are boring, I’m doing everyone a favor” rings so hollow, so much like a kid telling himself he doesn’t want that lollipop anyway because he’s never going to have it and it’s less painful to be the one rejecting than to be rejected. He’s cracking, but I need that walnut BROKEN OPEN. Bleed out all that venom, let the bone set and heal properly this time.

- GOSH I hope Vassago can be a genuine friend to Stolas, both because Stolas needs it, and because I love Harvey Guillen to bits and am so excited to meet his character 😆

Okay. I think that’s everything for now.

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Blitzø & Stolas’s Reconciliation (Helluva Boss Fan Fiction)

Night fully occurs outside the Goetia mansion. Inside, Stolas and the “Better than Blitzo” incubus from the party are making out with each other on the bed, until Blitzø barges in right through the bedroom door, pissed off with his teeth seething in full anger. They suddenly looked at him in full alarm.

“Oh, shit…!”

“Blitz?! W-what are you…?!”

The incubus nearly jumped out of his skin. Blitzø in an uncontrollable expression of anger and rage, charges at him, grabs him by the collar, and starts beating him up by violently punching him in the face.

“NOBODY… STEALS… THE…FUCKING… ASS… OF… MY… SEXY… BELOVED… OWL… BOYFRIEND!”

Stolas flinched and watched in horror as Blitzø continues to assault the incubus. He felt absolutely shocked and heartbroken as he saw how hurt and angry Blitzø looked he as he saw the expression on his face the entire time he was attacking and beating him up.

“Blitz, what the fuck are you doing?! Stop!”

Stolas get off the bed and rushes to stop the raging imp. Blitzø lunges and harshly pins the incubus hard onto the ground as the assault continues. The terrified incubus tried to defend himself, but to no avail.

“For the love of… OW! …Asmodeus…! What the fuck is… OOF! …is your goddamn problem?!”

“YOU BIRD-STEALING FUCK OF A SHITLOAD, THIEVING COCKBAG! YOU BEST STAY THE FUCKING ASS AWAY FROM HIM! HE’S MINE!”

As Stolas continued to watch that moment in heartbreaking silence and pain as the interaction continues, his chest was hurting even more. Stolas cringed as he looked away, seeing that he was behaving uncontrollably. Watching Blitzø continue to say those harsh words was absolutely destroying him. He was soon desperately trying to get him to stop fighting even further.

“Blitz, stop it! This isn’t you! Calm down! Just stop it already!”

But the imp refused to listen as he kept on pummeling. Things are starting to get a lot much worse than before. The incubus tried to hold back as he winced in pain while he tried to push the raging imp away, while Blitzø kept on punching him more and more. Then he grabbed in the neck and began to strangle him.

“YOU DARE TRY TO FUCK THE LOVE OF MY VERY OWN GODDAMN LIFE, AND I SWEAR… I SWEAR TO GOD…! I WILL FIND YOU, HUNT YOUR SORRY ASS DOWN, AND I, WILL FUCKING SHOOT THE GODDAMN SHIT OUT OF YOU AND YOUR VERY OWN DICK-ASS OFF!”

The terrified, defenseless incubus choked and suffocated as he was gasping and wheezing out for air, begging the angry imp for mercy, but he grippingly kept on squeezing his neck tighter. He couldn’t even let out a single breath through his mouth until he had coughed. His face was bleeding pretty badly.

“*Ack*  Can we…*Hurk*…please…*Gasp*…j-just talk about this…?”

Blitzø growled as he was seething through his sharp, yellow teeth in a blinding rage and fury. He raised his fist at him, aiming for his face.

“SHUT YOUR GODDAMN, DRUNK-FILLED, COCK-SUCKING MOUTH! DO YOU HEAR ME, MOTHERFUCKER?! SHUT THE FUCK UP!! I AM NOT LETTING YOU TAKE HIM THE SHIT AWAY FROM ME! NEVER… THE FUCK… AGAIN… LET YOU… HAVE SEX WITH THAT FEATHERED AVIAN BODY OF HIS…! EVER…!! FUCKING…!! AGAIN!!”

Just as he was about to strike out a finishing blow on him, Stolas manages to muster the courage to separate the two of them to stop the fight. 

“That’s enough!”

Then looks at the “Better than Blitzo” guy grimacingly as the beaten-up latter achingly gets up, his face all morbidly bruised and bloody.

“Please leave.”

He goes over to say something, but Stolas glares at him and yells…

“LEAVE NOW!”

The incubus flinched and gulped. He panicked as he rushes out the door.

“Fuck…!”

As soon as he dashed out fleeing in terror, Stolas then turns his attention to the imp.

“Dammit, Blitz! What the hell was that about?! Since when have we decided that we are an actual couple? There are so many things you and I have to address before we can even consider that. I’m sorry for everything that I’ve done to cause you all this pain and agony, Blitz. I truly mean that, but are you truly sorry for what you’ve caused me?”

Blitzø anxiously restrains himself to hold his anger back after what he has done, but then lashes out to him as an act of a self-defense.

“Well he had it coming, okay?! He fucking deserved it! I only did what I could to keep him away from you! To save your unforgiving ass!”

The prince, utterly surprised on hearing this, lashed out at him now..

“Do you fucking hear yourself?! You’ve been losing it all along! You’re out of your own goddamn mind and control! I don’t actually know how you’ve been acting out that way so highly in the first place, but this has already gone way too far!”

He was trying to remain calm, but when Blitzø said he was ‘unforgiving’, he snapped. 

“You expect me to just forgive you after EVERYTHING?! What exactly, in the actual name of Lucifer were you even thinking?! Things take time. Why is it so wrong for me to sleep with someone else but you can sleep with whoever you like!” 

Blitzø flinched in shock and confusion. There was a pause. Stolas couldn’t take this. He began to walk out of the room. But Blitzø rushed out and catches up to him, following as he continued to speak up with some sense.

“Fuck, Stolas! Will you just hold up and listen to me for a goddamn, fucking minute?! You can’t just keep walking away from me! All I ever did was to fucking apologize! To win you back! To get us back together again so we make love and have sex with each other! But you never forgave me! You just kept on ignoring me and pushing me away for no goddamn reason… BECAUSE OF WHO THE FUCK I AM! DON’T YOU EVEN GET THAT?! I’M THE ONLY ONE WHO YOU REALLY NEED TO CARE FOR!”

Stolas immediately stopped and grimacingly turns to him.

“Blitz, this has NOTHING to do with who you are. I don’t care that you’re an imp. I don’t recall you ever apologizing me. About what happened during the Full Moon and the party that I’ve attended with you, uninvited, it’s never going to work that way. I already gave you the Asmodean crystal in exchange for my grimoire, just have you protected from any danger that you’ve gotten yourself into. I didn’t even want to see you get hurt that way.” 

Stolas was too intoxicated, recalling he was at the party to remember that Blitzø apologized to him, or at least he tried to. But Blitzø, with tears welling up in his eyes and blinded by his fury, yelled at him the last time from the top of his lungs to let out the final blow.

“WELL I’M ALREADY SOMEONE WHO YOU SHOULD TRULY CARE ABOUT!! AND I’VE BEEN CARING ABOUT YOU TOO!! THAT’S FOR SURE!!”

After that, heavily breathed fast through his chest. All of the sudden, there was a huge silence. And at that moment, he instantly paused. He was beginning to feel that his head was about to explode, but he managed to keep himself together. His whole body begin to tremble, with his eyes tearing up.

“And… and I wanted to protect you… no matter what happens to you so badly… Even if you’re dead or alive… I just didn’t want to see it! I really don’t want to see you leave me all alone again… To let me see you suffer, and to watch you die the whole goddamn time…!”

Hearing that Blitzø yelled at him like that really terrified him. Of course, he had never heard the imp yell at him like that in the first place. He slowly moved back away from him. 

“If you truly care about me, then why are you playing it off like you want nothing to do with me? I’ve tried to reach you, Blitz. And I’ve tried to spend time with you, I’ve even tried to make it obvious that I like you to everyone. What more do I have to do to show you that I care about you?!”

Stolas had tears in his eyes now, heartbroken by very such harsh words that he had overheard. He looked away from him in pity. Blitzø was very confused. He doesn’t even what he was going to tell him. He doesn’t exactly know what he can do or how he was going to make things right for reconciliation. He took a moment, wiping away his tears, then nervously pausing to properly phrase his question before asking. His expression was quite earnest, but there was also a hint of worry behind his words.

“Stolas… Can I be honest with you about something?”

Stolas refused to listen as his shamefully shook his head, managing to get himself together. There was another pause as Blitzø tried to mentally prepare himself. He took a breath before continuing, his voice taking on a more somber tone, sounding like he was preparing for bad news.

“Listen… if you let me explain… I-I really need to admit something to you. It's... kinda uncomfortable, but I need to get it off my chest...”

He swallowed thickly, looking away for a moment, his grip on his chest tightening slightly before his gaze returned to him.

“I…”

He paused for a moment as Stolas was still looking away with his back turned in annoyance. He felt like having an anxiety attack, like he was about to be thrown out of the mansion as a final warning. He really didn’t want to mess things up again like the last time when it happened at the Full Moon and he was at the party uninvited. He was still trying to convince him.

“...Promise me you won't get mad...”

Another pause, his eyes locked onto his ex-partner. Blitzø let out a slow, shaky breath, trying to collect himself. It was clear how nervous he was about potentially revealing something. He still kept himself together for not showing his stubborn behavior towards him.

“I-... I need to be honest... I know I really mess things up the last time about how it happened before, but you have to believe me. I... I lied to you about something. ...I never told you the whole truth about how we first met, despite of being who or what I am in reality or if I would’ve been here for you. And... to be honest, I'm kinda ashamed for it...”

But Stolas, still too upset by hearing this, defiantly ignored him yet again, and Blitzø’s expression grew more remorseful, his eyes unable to meet the other's. He looked away, guilt written a crossed his face. He looked like he wanted nothing more than to disappear as he would tell him the truth. He swallowed, struggling to find the words to explain the situation truthfully.

“What I told you about it wasn't a complete lie, but it wasn't exactly the truth either... I... I left out some important details because I didn't think you'd be okay with them...”

Stolas slightly turned, allowing himself to slowly look straight at him and listen to him speak, yet he was still trying to keep himself together without forcing him to leave if it wasn’t the last straw for the both of them. Blitzø's expression was strained as his eyes still refused to look at him. The imp continued, the sound of his voice nearly cracking as he did.

“You see... the way I first met you, it was a very happy moment for us... And it... it wasn't as romantic as I told you, even if it means that we’re different from the rest of us, not realizing how much we’ve been going through like this, what love really means to us...”

Then his eyes locked on straight directly to the owl prince, staring at each other eye to eye in a distance.

“I'm... I’m sorry for lying to you, but I was afraid of what you would think if I told you the truth...”

Stolas listened very carefully, although he starting to look a bit confused about what he’s been try to say to him, longing for a reason. There was another pause as the poor, sorrowful imp’s mouth begin to wobble. He was clearly on the verge of bursting into tears, and his voice becoming a bit more anxious and desperate as he spoke in a sorrowful and grieving tone with full heavy breaths.

“S-Stolas, please! Just…please hear me out on this, okay…? Just d-don’t be mad at m-me… I-I'm sorry... I-I'm so, so sorry... I really didn't mean to… to lie to you… about how much I’ve been acting out all the time like this… Okay…? I was wrong… I’ll admit it… Honestly… I was completely wrong about you… if I wasn’t even here for you… I couldn’t even save you… A-And the way I behaved… and how much I’ve judged you from before… I… I-I fucked up! Okay? I really fucked everything up! I know that I hate myself that much… and you wanted us to be happy… but I shouldn’t have even told you that you deserve someone better than me… I-It really hurt me… And I don’t even know what came over me now and then… Shit, I was even thinking straight… I-I was so scared that… I thought I would be losing you, like if you were ever going to ditch me for some other motherfucker if I can’t change or love myself for you that way… Because… You just don’t want to be seeing me like this as a fucking piece of loser shit and a selfish, psychopathic asshole, unworthy of real love… And by not letting everyone else out there notice me like they would just see right through me, looking like I’m some kind of a shitty, fucked up outcast!”

He was completely running out of strained breaths while he was managing to speak up for himself. He could even feel his heart was painfully racing and breaking so fast. And then in full agony, he finally said something once again.

“And… it’s not that you just don’t want me! I ruin everything and everyone around me! A-and I really didn’t want that happen like that either! I-I didn’t deserve it! And I wasn’t even good enough…! I just really don’t want any of this to ever happen to us again anymore, even if you still hate me seeing me suffer like this for the rest of my whole, fucking life, knowing that it’s like I never existed to you at all! A-and I didn’t want that to keep going on like this forever…! I-I don’t even know what I was going to do to make things right…! I just don’t fucking know… I’LL BE NOTHING WITHOUT YOU!”

Once again, the silence echoed through the entire room. Those words really struck Stolas. He, his eyes widened open, hesitated upon hearing him how emotional it sounded and how absolutely devastated and heart wrenching it had been. He lamented to see him struggle to hold back his tears, and the way that he spoke was filled with so much sorrow and anguish, with so much heartbreak, and with just so much pain and remorse. He even felt his heart break upon hearing those words as he listened to the hurt and broken voice of his ex-boyfriend with so much guilt, followed by pain and regret.

“Blitz… I would never hate you… But to tell you the truth, all of this was a huge mistake… For the both of us…”

He shook his head sadly, seemingly clutching on to his chest in full concern. That seemed to be the straw that broke the camel's back; the imp's emotional facade fully collapsed. Blitzø’s next words were so choked up, it was hard to tell exactly what he was saying to him, with such sincerity, as if he told him the truth, but the words were clear enough. Tears welled up in the corners of his eyes, rolling down his face and staining his cheeks as he tried to keep himself together. He couldn’t even afford to struggle himself to hold them back. His shoulders began to shake, his breath coming out in ragged gasps and short sobs as he spoke in an almost sincere manner, with his grip on the other tightening. He fell on his knees as his entire body trembled from the force of his sobs, the air around them filled with incoherent mutterings and half-spoken apologies. His hands fully clenched on to the ground in desperation, and his voice became very desperate and pleading, the words forced out between sobs and strangled breaths.

“P-Please don't leave me...! I’m begging you…! Please don’t make me go away…! J-just don’t leave, okay? I’ll do anything! I promise! Oh, God help me! If you would’ve ever given me another chance, shit I fucking swear… In the name of Satan himself… I will never let you down! I promise I’ll stay with you! I just need to change! Please, Stolas! Just give me another chance! Please…!”

Stolas let his tears slowly fall as Blitzø let his walls crumble. Whatever he said, both hit him and the imp so hard. He heard Blitzø apologize and he was shocked that he already did. Stolas didn’t know what to do. He slowly approached to him but kept his distance.

“Blitz. I’m not mad at you. I’m more hurt than anything. You push me away and then turn things around like this whole thing is my fault. I know I have screwed up, but so have you.”

The owl prince was trying to be gentle with his words as Blitzø lifted his head up, with his mouth wobbling and his tears overflowing as he looked directly straight at him with sad puppy-dog eyes. He couldn't take it anymore, his tears flowing freely. He felt like his rapidly beating heart would soon completely shatter into broken shards, as if he was about to give up and suffer from heartbreak. He then stood up, raced over to Stolas and wrapped his arms around him, embracing him like if he would disappear at any moment. He let out a full cry of agony and despair.

“I’m sorry, Stolas!”

He let out a shaky, choked gasp as he continued to cry, too lost in the moment to acknowledge the compliment at the moment. The imp was clinging on to the other in an almost protective manner, his fingers digging into the fabric of the latter’s shirt as he held onto him, begging for him to never leave him. It was only after several moments and several shuddering breaths that he was finally able to speak.

“I’m really, really sorry! Please don’t leave me again! Oh God, please don’t let me go! Don’t send me back home! I love you, Stolas! Forgive me!”

Stolas felt that Blitzø was beginning to tighten his grip on him, desperately sobbing and muffling on his feathery chest, and his arms squeezing strugglingly around his waist. He opened his arms and lightly embraced the imp into a hug.

“Blitz, thank you for your apology. I’m sorry too.”

He then kneels down and gently places his head on his shoulder, cuddling him. The comfort was soon overflowing. Blitzø sniffled as he looked up, whimpering. There was another moment where he seemed unable to speak, the sobs still racking his form, trying to get himself under control to speak clearly. His breathing was starting to stabilize slightly, but he could still feel the tremors occasionally run through him. The sobs were back, though not as hard this time. He let out a strangled, choked gasp, the trembling coming back, before he buried his face further into the other's shoulder to muffle the noises he was making. His grip on Stolas tightened again as he tried to speak, his voice coming out through tears.

“I-I'm s-sorry for lying… about everything... I-I just... I was scared... I didn't w-want to lose you...”

Stolas just held Blitzø and let him cry. He wondered how long he was holding all this pain in. He listened to the imp plea to give him another chance. He placed a gentle kiss on the imp’s forehead.

“It’s okay, Blitz. I promise I will never leave you again. I should be forgiven too. I’m very glad that you have already been thinking about me. You have changed so much, although I truly understand how much you wanted me in your whole life. And I will always be here and there for you, to care for you, to stay with you and to love you as much I ever wanted to.”

He knew they both had some things to address. But right now, he just wanted Blitzø to know that he truly forgave him. Blitzø let out a shaky, choked gasp as he continued to cry, too lost in the moment to acknowledge the compliment at the moment. After a few more shuddering breaths, the imp managed to force out a few more words between sobs, his body trembling as he did so. He continued to cling to the other in an almost protective manner, his fingers digging into the fabric of the other's shirt as he held onto him. It was only after several moments of sniffled sobs and shuddering breaths that he was finally able to speak.

“I... l-love you... God... I-I love you so fucking m-much...”

Stolas cuddled him more as he smiled very sweetly, with tears running from his eyes.

“I love you too, Blitzy…”

That seemed to finally break the poor imp's emotional dam. The sobs were back, though not as hard this time. He let out a strangled, choked gasp, the trembling coming back, before he buried his face further into the other's shoulder to muffle the noises he was making. Blitzø's grip on him tightened again as he tried to speak, his voice coming out through tears.

“...Promise...? C-Can you promise me... you won't leave me...? P-Please... I-I love you so damn much... I won't... I won’t let you down... I promise... just... don't... go away... please... I’ll… never… lie to you… ever again... Y-You really.... still want me...?”

Stolas nodded in agreement as he comfort continues.

“Yes… I do want you in my life…”

He tried to speak, but the words came out as more of a choked sob. Whatever he was trying to say was completely incoherent, his voice too drowned out by his tears. Blitzø clutched at the other even tighter, almost as if he was afraid of letting go and losing him, his body still trembling in his hold, the sobs shaking his frame as he cried. For as chaotic as the imp usually was, in this moment he looked like he was completely broken, reduced to a mess of tears and desperation.

“And I will never let anything bad to ever happen to you. I promise…”

Blitzø's breathing was starting to stabilize slightly, but he could still feel the tremors occasionally run through him. The imp let out another shaky sigh, letting his grip on the other loosen slightly, his face still against the other's shoulder. His voice was quiet, and slightly hoarse and raspy, though it was clear he was trying his hardest to get his emotions under control. There was no holding back now.

“…Please… Don’t let me go…”

Stolas comforted him as he gently rubbed his hands around the other’s body.

“There, there… Everything will be okay… I will never you go...”

There was no holding back now. Blitzø broke down sobbing again, his body trembling against the other, tears streaming down his face with no way of stopping it. The imp clutched at the other, desperately clinging to him as he spoke, his voice almost incoherent as he begged for him to stay with him.

“P-Please... I-I love you so much... I won't... l-I won’t disappoint you ever again... I promise... just... don't... go away... please…”

Stolas gently places his own finger on the imp’s whimpering lips, shushing and silencing him to calm him down. He looked very deeply at him with his charming, four red eyes.

“Don’t say it anymore… It’s all over. It’s already in the past now. Believe me. I will never leave you. You are someone who I truly deserve better. More than anything that you ever desire… You will always be in my heart, and I will be in yours… Always…”

It took a moment, but the imp managed to get a hold of himself again, his sobs slowly fading into soft cries and whimpers. His body was still trembling, the tears still streaming down his face, but the emotional breakdown was slowly fading, though he was far from recovered. Stolas embraced him more, and Blitzø let out another shuddering sigh, his body relaxing against the other somewhat, though he refused to let go, staying pressed against the other, his voice barely above a whisper as he looked up at him.

“T-thank you…”

He then let a slightly sad smile. He couldn’t be happier than ever. They stared at each other romantically in their own eyes and kissed.

[snorkling-in-sodasea]

The Big Question on Blitzo

Yeah, I forgot to put this in my last post so I'll put it here. You see, everyone goes on and on and on about how Blitzo needs the grimoire to do his business and just the grimoire and Stolas holds it over his head. Now, what Stolas does is despicable but there's something else that I hardly hear anyone else mention. The most buzz about the matter to any capacity that we got was soon after Unhappy Campers aired.

I made an anonymous ask before about why Blitzo doesn't try escaping from Stolas and yeah, getting an explanation from another commenter, it made me embarrassed that I even asked. Like I asked something so incredibly obvious and I legit needed someone to spell it out. But there's still the other thing I was wondering that, as far as I know, hasn't been answered.

Why the fuck were the Asmodean crystals not a thing at the start?

I mean, yeah, Viv isn't good at writing, but that's the out-of-universe reason. In universe, though... we got nothing.

Seriously, there's so many instances where Viv and the other writers don't put in even some throwaway lines as an explanation for shit. Maybe they'll explain this but that's a very strong maybe. Because at this point, my expectations are so lowered that I know that I have to stop hoping for things that I want to see. Like how I hoped the Ozzie and Fizz mid season special would show us how those two met and got closer, only to get Daddy Issues number 5 or something.

But anyways, Unhappy Campers showed that the crystals are better than the grimoire in every single way. More portable, more abundant, doesn't require reading the spells or anything, just need a touch of the button or something, imps are apparently allowed to have them if Barbie is any indication, they even readily provide human disguises. Really, it's the whole shebang.

So really, in universe, what reason is there for Blitzo to not have a crystal from the start? Why did Blitzo think it was more worth it or at least less trouble to go out of his way to break into a demonic prince's home and steal something that said prince WILL eventually notice is missing, if only because of the Harvest Moon Festival? What reason is there for Moxxie or Millie or even Loona to not have any crystals themselves?

Maybe Blitzo lost all legal permission to use crystals and is blacklisted or something. Maybe there's a very specific and exact process to make it okay to own and use a crystal and Blitzo doesn't have the patience and/or time, not if he wants to survive NOW. Maybe there's something in the crystals that let higher-ups know that they're being used illegally so Blitzo and the others can't just mug a succubus or incubus or their crystals. Maybe Loona is too young and then too lazy to bother, especially since she's not let out into the field by her dad. Maybe Moxxie just cared about getting away from his father and took the chance to leave, having no time to really get anything from his home to make surviving and getting by easier, including any Asmodean crystals. Maybe Millie is influenced by her parents who have pride in thinking more with fists than with actual brains so it never occurred to her to get any crystals.

Then again, it's not good writing if I have to guess or speculate all the reasons why Blitzo and anyone else in I.M.P. don't have a better version of the grimoire. And this is a super fucking important question, why don't they have any crystals right from the get go?

Apparently, Viv and the other writers want to make it that Blitzo has a messy, complex affair with Stolas because the owl has something that the former is interested in and needs to secure having it. If that's what they want to do, then obviously, they can do that. Except if they're going to include something that ultimately makes the grimoire worthless in the grand scheme of things, then we NEED an explanation for why things are the way they are. And as far as I know, Viv and no one else on the writing team even said why on twitter or a youtube livestream so we don't have an answer both in the show and outside of it

Really, as long as Blitzo is still going to rob a demon prince and take something that the absence of WILL be noticed eventually, then it's only natural that he suffers for it in some shape or form. It's stupid for him to expect getting away with it, especially if he's going to, for whatever fucking reason, think that it's better to do that than to just take some damn crystals from some ordinary succubi and/or incubi. Considering how Blitzo doesn't deserve the sexual coercion and really could never have seen it coming, though, I guess I just wish the writers could have made him suffer different consequences for his poorly thought-out plan

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How I would go about Full Moon and Apology Tour.

Since I can't seem to get it out of my head, I just thought I'd share my take on how Full Moon and Apology Tour would go.

SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT! Enjoy.

Instead of Stolas just springing the crystal on Blitzø, he calls him in advance and tells him that they don't have to have their usual "transactions". Instead, he tells him that he wants to trade the grimoire for a present he got him.

When Blitzø gets there and gets the Asmodean Crystal and Stolas confesses his feelings for him, Blitzø thanks him for the gift, but tells him he needs time to think about things first.

Blitzø is left feeling confused and miserable, so Fizz decides to take him out so he can blow off some steam. Blitzø ends up meeting a cute incubus guy (not the "Better Than Blitzo" Guy who I have affectionately named Brian), and at first, things are fun, but then, as they're getting in bed, Blitzø realizes that he can't sleep with him with Stolas on his mind...and even worse, his self-hate issues start coming out again.

Blitzø ultimately calls Stolas and tells him that he does love him, but he can't be with him because of that.

Stolas is confused and heartbroken by this, and Blitzø, unfortunately, doesn't explain things any further.

Taking this as a sign that they're broken up, Stolas decides to go to Verosika's party if only to get back at Blitzø.

Of course, Blitzø goes there when he finds out about the party, but instead of trying to make Stolas leave, he just quietly follows him around in disguise.

When he hears Stolas sing about him, Blitzø realizes that he really needs to work on himself before he can even think of being with Stolas at all.

Verosika spots Blitzø, who tells her that he's genuinely sorry and explains to her that if he can't love himself, how is he supposed to love anybody?

Verosika realizes that Blitzø really means to change and she decides to wish him luck when he reveals that he's going to be getting some professional help.

As he sadly watches Stolas dance with Brian, he quietly hopes that he'll be happy before he leaves.

As for Stolas, he and Brian decide to go upstairs and have a little fun of their own, but just as they're about to, Stolas starts crying as he realizes that he can't do it because Brian isn't the same as Blitzø, someone who Stolas knows.

He goes out and starts crying on the stairs, and as Verosika sits with him, Stolas explains that he just wanted Blitzø to fall in love with him after he got him the crystal. Instead, what he got was even more strife and heartache and he was tired of it.

However, when he starts listing off all the times he called Blitzø all those pet names, Verosika realizes that Stolas had messed up, as well, making him realize that while he hadn't intended to, he hurt Blitzø just as much as Blitzø had hurt him.

It hits Stolas that he also needs to change how he acts. It's not enough that he and Blitzø have decided not to make every meeting they have about having sex. They have to work on themselves before they can even begin to have a true relationship.

Not just that, but Stolas also needs to change the way he treats imps and lesser demons in general, or else Blitzø will think that he's not even trying when he is.

For now, they decide to stay apart and heal until they feel ready, even if it takes a while.