#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-

[acethatlovesdinos]

I cannot be silenced

Background character yaoi be upon ye

Let me have this

(I'll color it later maybe)

[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.

[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?”

[soulful-rodent]

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"

[quillyfied]

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.

[lkgmediaproductions]

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

[xfangheartx]

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.

[tranquil-slaughterhouse]

[stinkykittypet]

I like the implication that either the incubus guy wrote "better than blitzo" on his shirt for his costume or that Verosika has merchandise for Fuck Blitzo events

[timkontheunsure]

I have this wild theory I’d like your opinion on. So going off the assumption that Stolas will sleep with that incubus guy, the morning after, Stolas will have no memory of it, and the guy is gone. Then it turns out the guy posted a picture of him and Stolas from that night and it’s seen by all. Maybe that kickstarts the ‘scandal’ big enough to warrant the trial. Like Stolas’s actions are an embarrassment to the Goetia and isn’t fit for his duties. Stolas is embarrassed this has gone public and even Via may have seen it. I don’t believe the theory he was sent by royals to seduce Stolas, just a dumbass who would pull a stunt like this. What do you think? Sorry if it sounds too stupid

Hum I've not heard that one before.

I've seen the one about someone taking a photo of them kissing/dancing at the party, but not this one before.

It'll definitely make the 'better than Blitzo' name ironic.

From the short bit we saw about him so far he seems ok. So I'm inclined to give him the benefit of doubt for the mo. 🙂

But yer if something like that did happen it probably wouldn't help Stolas' standing with the rest of the Goetias. Or help the divorce.

The Via line from the trailer seems to refer to Blitz; and can't really square with her seeing evidence of her dad sleeping with a rando. If that makes sense.

It's would kinda more line up with her seeing her dad depressed after the breakup.

[gethellbcnt-m]

MILLIE CLEAVES / ( verses )

The designated Muscle of I.M.P., Millie is as wrathain as they come ; stubborn, resourceful, & most importantly : sturdy. Having lived in the Pride ring for several years, she's easily adapted to the change of scenery that is, to her, a concrete version of Wrath. For such a powerhouse, the imp initially comes off as a sweet southern belle with a seemingly endless well of patience, a gift & a blessing in any of the rings of Hell.

Go after her friends & family though ? & you will see why the pint-sized powerhouse was nicknamed Millie the Maniac back in Wrath.

MS. BUCKZO / ( verses )

Lorelei is an only child raised by a single incubus father, her imp mother leaving the picture not long after she was born ; though she was "succu-passing" for most of her early life, she was no less discriminated against than any other hybrid outside the Lust ring. She found her first love and became a young mother in her late teens, but some time after his passing she found another and conceived twins not long after.

Throughout her marriage, Lorelei promised herself that she would be a better mother than her own. Refusing to eat until the children had eaten, buying them new clothes as they quickly grew, & supporting their aspirations beyond the family circus, it was when she lost her second husband, Cash, during an Incident at their family circus. Now, she's moved back to the Lust ring, & with the aid of old friends has a job at a burlesque-lounge, where she later became co-owner and occasionally performs or sings for.

TILLA BUCKZO / ( verses )

Eldest sister to Blitzo & Barbie Buckzo, Tilla is the token "responsible sibling" that has been her sibling's rock through some of the best & worst moments of their lives. Despite being a child born of a previous relationship, her & Cash had a civil enough relationship, though the eldest was often taken advantage of & partially parentified by her stepfather.

Unfortunately, a year before the Incident at the family circus, Tilla had gotten into a major conflict with Cash that had ended in her leaving the family business & moving to the Lust ring. Since her leave, the eldest sister has continued to act as the voice of reason between her siblings' & their various day-to-day escapades, attempting to keep what remains of her dysfunctional family together while juggling her own personal problems.

LILITH MORNINGSTAR / ( verses )

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WALLY WACKFORD / ( verses )

One of the heirs to the Wackford fortune -- most notably from the recently-popular Wackdonald's branch of business -- Wally is the youngest of several children ; though he is not spoiled by any means, the imp most certainly has been raised with an unrealistically higher standard than one usually has when so low on the proverbial food chain, but especially when you were raised in a place like the Greed ring.

As a requirement, one that his older siblings have long-since passed, the youngster must be able to hold down a job -- any kind of job, really -- for THREE years, & in doing so he will prove that he can be financially stable & handle a large allowance or be responsible for his own business once he starts making serious bank. Until then, Wally will be taking any & every job he can get his greedy hands on, desperate to prove to his family that he can be a trustworthy adult & not a waste of space or an emergency heir.

MS. KNOWLAS / ( verses )

A middle child among five children, Camellia Belles is the eldest daughter of a successful Tailoring family in the Wrath ring that specialized phenomenal leatherwork, but they are most well-known for their bulletproof vests made from the sturdiest & healthiest of War Hogs ; as expected, next to a high demand in Wrath, the Greed & Pride rings also pulled in plenty of sales.

Camellia then met Crimson Knowlas, & within a handful of years the two wedded, the coupling later resulting in the birth of their only son Moxxie. With both parents raised with different values, Crimson eventually reached a breaking point with Camellia when their son was a toddler, & he attempted to murder her for a number of reasons. Unknown to him & Moxxie, the headstrong Wrathian survived, now missing an eye, her horns, & most of her tail.

In the current day, Camellia has taken up residence in the Pride ring & works in a successful extended branch of her family's business in shoe repair & altercations. Thus far, she's gone undetected by Crimson.

KITTY / ( verses )

Bio wip.

RAGHNALL "ANDY" O'BRIAN / ( verses )

Bio wip.

BELPHEGOR / ( verses )

The ruler of the Sloth ring, Belphegor is known for being the Ambassador of Hell & chief of laziness ; to be slothful is to be affectless to any feeling about oneself or others, & as such the physical toll of this apathy leads to passive boredom & the indifference to work. The most accurate translations of it's Latin origin -- acedia -- is self-pity, for it conveys both the melancholy of the condition & self-centeredness upon which it is founded.

Belphegor themselves is a former party animal turned introvert, who would rather be at home, working on their many, many projects that they have picked up but never fully completed. Between being Ambassador & making attempts to keep the pharmaceutical market in check, she has little patience for much else, often preferring to lounge in her house robes & solve puzzles gifted by friends.

Every once in a great while though, Belphegor will indulge in a party or two & usually accepts the consequences of his indulgences... usually.

STELLA / ( verses )

Bio wip.

NIFFTY DARLING / ( verses )

A pint-sized cyclops-bug-thing of a sinner, Niffty is the primary maid & cook at the Hazbin Hotel. Easily excitable & full of unbridled zeal, this one-eyed dame finds friends in many unlikely places, but has a difficult time keeping said friends due to the nature of the Pride ring's city-hellscape, as well as her own ditziness from time to time. What she lacks in book-smarts she makes up for in passion for her work & hobbies, & she enjoys sharing it to boundary-breaking degrees.

FRACTURE / ( verses )

Aged out of the pound after hitting eighteen, Fracture left the person-sized prison with severe anger issues & nowhere to go, leaving only with the clothes on his back & his identity in-hand. From there, the malamute starts his journey to betterment by jumping to & from various shelters for housing, taking up labor-heavy work for many years before finally landing a job in security at St. Ann's Hospital in the Sloth ring.

LIANDRY SAVOY / ( verses )

Hailing from the Sloth ring, Liandry is a hybrid with a.. complicated family history. She is a gentle giant who was raised by her baphomet grandparents -- along with her younger brother Nico -- as her birth parents had gone missing sometime during her childhood. Since then, she's had front-row seats to the shady underside of her grandmother's highly-regarded reputation in the medical field and has been set onto the very same path ; even when her hands had been blown off in her mid-teens, the essential tools of her trade, her reputation was bolstered by a "donation" of robotic prosthetics.

From pharmaceuticals to cosmetic surgery to organ transplants, Liandry Robinson is a jack of many trades in the medical field that well worth the price of her "miracle work".

JASPER / ( verses )

A sinner who died during the Chernobyl incident in the mid 80's, Jasper used to be a janitor -- an average joe doing his 9-5 just to return to an empty home ; he died a slow, agonizing death due to the high amounts of radiation poisoning when reactor no. 4 had exploded, & was sent to hell for his selfish act of self-preservation, pushing fellow coworkers, engineers, & scientists to the side to save himself from the oncoming waves of radiation. In doing so, he cost a handful of people their lives.

nowadays in hell, he just acts as transportation for truckloads of aphrodisiacs & narcotics & everything else in-between, trying to survive Pride's own hellscape. On the side, Jasper sells the "reward" portions he earns through keeping supply on a strict & consistent schedule. It's not much, but it's work nonetheless, & when he isn't driving, the pig-man's keeping himself busy as last-minute muscle for low & high-lifes of all kinds.

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In Stolas’s mansion, both he and the “Better than Blitzo” incubus are making out in bed until Blitzø barges in looking pissed. He charges at the incubus, grabs, him by the collar, and starts beating him up.

Fizz got a call from one of Stolas’ servants saying that Blitz was in the palace attacking the “Better than Blitzo” guy. Fizz sighed and teleported to Stolas’ palace and rushed up to Stolas’ room and grabbed Blitz off the guy. “Blitz, stop!” Fizz demanded. He then looked at the “Better than Blitzo” guy. “Get the fuck out of here.” The guy ran as Fizz told him to leave. “Blitz, Stolas. You need to talk. NOW.”

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Exes and Oohs breakdown (spoilers)

Another Moxxie episode where we see his father AND ex-boyfriend.

This episode already gets points for coming out on the weekend, as a lot of people like myself didn’t like how the last episode aired during the work week.

Looks like Loona’s fat shaming/gas lighting is working, as Moxxie is now starting to believe it.

From time to time I have brought up the idea that Millie’s anger might be related to some kind of mental or psychological problem, and its moments like this that seem to hint/confirm it. It’s nice to see Moxxie being one of the things that can calm her down.

Looks like Moxxie and Millie aren’t the only people Blitzo likes to see doing it.

Heh it’s a Hell-icopter. Hey if Vivziepop can make the occasional cheesy joke in her videos then why can’t I, especially since I’ve already ignored several big ones of hers so far in the series.

Returning background characters. Well those kids are going to need therapy.

So this episode takes place in the Greed ring. Kind of hoping we would go to Envy, but at least we can learn more about the Greed ring.

Interesting to know that there is vehicle sized elevators available to take people to other rings while in their respective vehicles. Explains how Blitzo can bring the I.M.P. van to places.

Loo Loo Land is still a wreck.

Mammon is so cheap, he won’t pay to print his own logo on all of his things.

Improper toxic waste disposal. That’s the reason why the place is so green.  It’s probably more radioactive then anywhere in the Fallout series. Eh better than just having it represent money.

Before I forget, it seems like the theory of the shark demons being from Greed is true. It does make me wonder if there a sub-species though, as I’m sure there are some sharks in the Envy ring that look totally different from what we’ve seen, heck I think we saw some of them in “Ozzie’s”

In that wide shot where we see Crimson and that big shark guy, what is that red demon supposed to be? He looks like a Imp/Incubus mixed with something else that looks very bird like to me. Could he be the bastard child of a Goetia who slept with a lower-class demon?

Crimson says Blitzo is becoming famous but is it because of his business or because of his “relationship” with Stolas as the events of “Ozzie’s” still haven’t been showed yet. Has my wish of their relationship still being a secret coming true? I guess we will have to wait till the Ozzie X Fizz episode.

THAT’S NOT ANDY BERMAN!! Come on that would have been awesome for this episode, and I’m not even an Invader Zim fan.

WAIT HE DATED MOXXIE AND MILLIE! Now that’s a twist while still breaking away from cliché tropes.

Of course Blitzo is jealous of Chaz getting with M and M XD

Baby Moxxie and his mother! Looks like she wasn’t happy in the relationship, poor thing. At least it’s fitting and tolerable for this one time story compared to another cliche marriage but I’m not getting into that as today is all about Moxxie and Millie.

I will say, Moxxie’s mother is beautiful!

Love the flashbacks followed by the Titanic references, even Blitzo calls it out XD.

For robbing a bank owned by the demon of Greed, I’m surprised Moxxie only went to jail. You think a crime like that would be instant death or getting tortured from the demon himself.

MOXXIE AND BLITZO FIRST MEETING! I wished Moxxie had talked more in that conversation but it’s nice to see how it all started. It also seems to show that Moxxie likes Blitzo because he’s leagues nicer than his father and ex, betting its was how Blitzo wanted to get in touch with Loona that sealed their friendship.

By Moxxie saying “sissy lifestyle” I’m guessing Crimson is homophobic. I can see several HH/HB characters having issues with that.

Looking closer, Chaz’s hairstyle is very similar to Seviathan von Eldrtich’s hairstyle. I’m guessing that is a common style for aquatic demons.

Please tell me were going to get a “Princess Bride” scene later in this episode with Millie in the Westley role :D

So Crimson is homophobic. I’m also still surprised by what this series can get away with sometimes when it comes to visuals.

The flashbacks are education as along with getting more confirmation of Moxxie’s childhood and Crimson being a bad father and husband (not surprising) with very little words, but it’s also thanks to him Moxxie’s mother is gone. Damn. Hell just got a lot uglier without her in it.

It also seems like the HB fandom has another person to ship with Stella :3

Fourth wall break.

Imagine if before Chaz and Blitzo did the nasty, Stolas appeared with a camera, causing Blitzo to go “Are you F^&*ing filming us!”

Moxxie’s last name is Knolastname!

Moxxie X Millie FOREVER!

I honestly wasn’t expecting Chaz to have his own agenda, I thought we would see Millie learn about the wedding and try and stop it. Heck I’d be okay if Blitzo did this as he hasn’t done much in the episode, almost like he SHOULDN’ T have been in it.

“Says he’s better then he looks only to be knocked out” cliché. It would have been cool to see Moxxie do some action before getting knocked out, as that would be another reason why Crimson ties him up as he see’s that his son can be a problem.

I have been wondering what a demon wedding looks like, so it was nice seeing some elements of it.  I am surprised that the demon priest is wearing attire an actual human priest would wear. You think he would wear something more IDK… hellish, like wearing all red or something. Ooo what about gray as that could represent the groom (who wears white) and bride (who wears black) becoming one!

Want to point out that Wrath channel is playing a country like song, fitting given we know it’s filled of farmers and other stereotypical country stuff.

We’re getting our “Princess Bride” scene!!!!!

Mille gives Mortal Kombat’s Scorpion a round for his money on, I mean she pulls out people’s skulls and spines WAY better then him.

She literally just turned a shark into sushi XD

After all that, I would have just killed Crimson, and maybe Chaz, so they can’t cause future problem especially when they already have tons of enemies but that’s just me. At least I could see them returning in interesting ways but more on that later.

It honestly wasn’t surprising to see Loona still in that chair, heck I bet she could stay in any chair for weeks without having the need to get up.

NO KEEP THE HELL-ICOPTER GUYS! That would have been cool to have for later.

I don’t think Chaz is dead, however without his teeth I bet he wished he was.

Actually thinking back, I’m surprise that though he is a shark demon, he can’t regrow teeth like an actual shark. It makes me wonder if other animal like demons lack traits the actual animal has, like I could see bee demons being able to use their stingers without fear of it coming off naturally.

Another episode, another Hell enemy for I.M.P. though I do see this leading to a good episode.

(watching credits) DAMMIT Chaz is dead. Why couldn’t it be Striker! I really would have liked to have seen Chaz return with not only dentures to replace his missing teeth, but also trying the same plan on Helsa Von Eldritch in a Hazbin Hotel episode. I feel like this potential episode would have been a growing moment for Charlie who discover Chaz’s plans, and though she hates Helsa (showing similar traits to how her father hates people like Adam or Michael in that episode which are pointed out by the characters) she puts it aside and helps Helsa realize she is being used and maybe while the two still hate each other, there is some respect between them as maybe Helsa does something that helps the Hotel.

Another good episode that is fitting with this season’s theme of expanding more on the character’s backstories, though this one is the best so far. All the positives about the episode are the same as previous episodes so I’m going straight to the negatives.

Though I do like how Millie got some good screen time, I wish we could have explored more about her in it, like what if she always had a bad reaction when dealing with exes EVEN when said ex tries to be friendly with her?  It also would have been nice and fitting with her character if she tried to bond with Crimson during the episode or again figure out his plan’s with Moxxie and instantly tries to stop it.

As I mentioned in my Helluva Boss EXPO literature, I didn’t like Blitzo being in another episode that really would have been better off as a Moxxie and Mille only episode. I recently watched a DCAU Justice League/JLU review and it went over how though it was about a team, not every team member appeared in every episode which was a plus as it gave stories where the problem couldn't be solve in 5 minutes because this specific character was there but also gave us interesting character interactions and dedicated screen time for said characters. It would be nice to see that later on in Helluva Boss in some way. Same with how Crimson being another bad father since we’ve gotten plenty of those. Again I know bad parents is a theme in Vivzies’s shows but I think it be nice to get more “variety” like that headcanon I made about Moxxie’s father being an actor, but more on that in my eventual Helluva Boss rewrite. It IS happening but there is no big rush right now, which gives me time to focus on other things I need to catch up on. I at least hope HH’s Lucifer isn't like that as it would be nice if he was a character who loves Charlie but strongly think her redemption idea should be stopped as along with how he feels like his pride is being attacked a bit, he is scared of her failing and maybe because of something else as I suggested in my HH season 1 premiere post.

At least Crimson’s personality could lead to an interesting future episode where he tries to get revenge on Moxxie and especially Millie, which would hurt Moxxie more. He’d be perfect for the antagonist of my episode idea where Moxxie and Millie go and spend time with Millie’s family, as Crimson has orchestrated the events that led Millie’s father Joe in a bad position and unknowingly lures Moxxie to him in order to get out of it. Of course seeing how Crimson treats Moxxie, and realizing he isn’t going to let him go and plans on hurting Millie next, Joe goes back on his deal and the two (along with Millie and her other family members) defeat Crimson who I could see dying of natural causes because he refused to give up on getting back at Moxxie. This episode could also make Millie’s parents finally accept Moxxie as one of the family and maybe Moxxie starts seeing Joe as a new father figure.

This episode was worth the long wait, and luckily Spring starts soon so hopefully episode 4 will come out soon. I have to say I’m excited for the upcoming Blitzo centered episodes as they guarantee to give us some good stuff.

What are your thoughts on the episode?