#no wonder Blitzo grabs it all the time

[birdy-babe]

Stolas + his slutty lil waist

blitz how did you fumble THIS HARD

[chaifootsteps]

think this is supposed to be from truth seekers?

https://www.tumblr.com/pinkandpurple360/754122483615055872/he-does-not-want-to-be-touched-but-has-to-allow?source=share

it's actually hilarious how much stone cold hatred there is in Blitzo's expression - his eyes are practically narrowed to slits - and Stolas was just like 'huh. wonder what that's about'

this is just the photo on his phone all over again, he has all these signs in front of his four eyes and the viewers are supposed to think his social skills are just a little bad when he somehow missed all of them

And assuming that is from Truth Seekers and not some other time Stolas grabbed his face without permission, it's a whole lot less intense than the look Blitzo gave him back then.

That's not "I'm annoyed with you and desperate to be loved by you," that's "My only goal in life is to survive long enough to dance on your grave."

[effy-writes]

Addict (Blitz x Reader)

7: CHERUB: Wack The Hell Out Of ‘Em

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The group was flipping through the channels, trying to figure out what to watch.

You didn't look so good, occasional tremors, couldn't stop scratching yourself, and very noticeable eye bags were seen. You haven't been doing drugs since that one incident during spring break, but you're slowly falling back into the hole. You can't get ahold of anything because Blitz is always keeping an eye on you.

The years of doing drugs still left a number on your body/face. You were still thin because the stimulants fucked up your stomach so you get full easily. Your face had scratch scars on them from meth binges, and your teeth well…some were missing and chipped. You hated yourself for doing this, you hate your parents, and you hate the circus. If it wasn’t for greed then you wouldn’t be going through withdrawals at work. If it wasn’t for greed then Blitz wouldn’t have to be up your ass all the time (literally too).

Your head rested on the cold table. It cooled your skin, helping with the low grade fever you had. Even though you were still shaking, the temperature of the table soothed you. The table rumbled, making you raise your head up in a very annoyed way.

"Guys... do you feel that?" Loona questioned as her ears perked up.

"Oh, shit! Is that a hellshake?" Blitz jumped up.

You rolled your eyes, "Those don't exist."

"That's possible?" Moxxie added.

"No, Moxxie. Blitz is just an asshole." You spat.

"Hey!" Blitz pointed his finger at you before losing his balance due to the shake.

"Don't panic, Moxxie!" Millie put her hands on her husband's shoulders.

"I'm not panicking because hellquakes don't happen."

"STOP GETTING HYSTERICAL, FATTY!" Loona shook him.

Everyone flinched whenever the wall was tore down. You dusted yourself off and looked at the new hole.

"Oh goddamnit, I just scrubbed the hell out of that wall!"

A hybrid robotic guy stepped out, "Do not be afraid!"

"Please tell me you got that insurance thing." Blitz groaned.

Millie grabbed her axe and was ready to attack this older fellow, "Who are you, and what do you want!"

"I am Loopty Goopty! Dastardly inventor of all things loopy and loopiiiiiish!"

"Loopy Goopty?" You asked Millie, the two of you snickering.

"Coulda just used the door, dude. Doesn't need to be this whole thing." Loona acknowledge.

"Ugh! This old fuck reeks of the living world. Did you just die?" Blitz crossed his arms.

"Yes! Moments ago, in fact! Which is what brought me here!"

"Just sayin'... the front door would've gotten you here fine." Loona pulled out her phone and started typing.

"Shut up, dear furry!"

You couldn't contain your laughter, Loona growled and pointed at you. "Hey! You're going to clean this shit up so I don't know why you're laughing!"

Loopy showed Blitz the man that he wants them to kill, "Not even a shit's length of time in Hell and already plotting revenge. I can respect a man with that sort of passion! I'm Blitzo, the "O" is silent."

"What O?"

"Aww thank you, now what's the tea, sis?"

During their interaction, Moxxie was shouting for help in which nobody helped him. You looked around and sighed, walking over to Moxxie and tried picking up the debris. You obviously struggled to get it off.

"You can use your strength to fight a fish but not to pick up a wall?"

You slumped your shoulders.

"Sorry, I can tell I hit a nerve there."

You didn't say anything and finally lifted up the debris with a grunt.

"Alright Y/n, you're coming with us to kill this guy!" Blitz pulled you away.

"Blitz-"

He pulled you closer to him and whispered, "I don't want you to do drugs so I'm forcing you to go," He gritted.

~~~

The four imps put on some shitty disguises and found their way to Lyle's mansion.

"Gee! I wonder whose house this is." Moxxie said with sarcasm.

"Let's do this, gang!" Blitz demanded.

The three imps was spying on him through the window, (you on the other hand wasn’t even looking out the window, you didn’t even wanna be here).

"That machine really did a number on him." Moxxie acknowledged.

Lyle tied the tubes that were connected to him into a noose before putting it around his neck.

"Oh, fantastic! He's gonna do our job for us!" Blitz rejoiced, looking over at you, whose back was against the wall, not looking in.

"Don't want to see him kill himself?" He joked.

"Not really, no."

A blast of light blinded the main four. "What the fuck?" You uncovered your eyes.

"Who the fuck are they?" Blitz coughed.

"Oh no, they're-"

"Cherubs, Mr. Lyle!" They interrupted Moxxie.

"I hate filthy orphan children!"

"We're here to convince you not to kill yourself sir!"

Blitz angrily stood up and made his way into the house, "Oh, HEEEELL no!"

Moxxie and Millie followed Blitz. You didn't care about this whole thing, you just wanted to leave. You're not even pissed that you can't get stimulants, pissed that you have to be here trying to kill someone. Not because of your morals, you don't give a fuck about killing, but it's because you think you're not capable of doing so without stimulants.

The 3 imps and the 3 cherubs rolled Lyle's bed outside to see nature. Blitz realized that you weren't with them.

"Y/n!" He yelled.

You groaned and walked over to the others, "Here, dad."

"Hey now, we both agreed for you to call me that on the full moon."

Everyone turned their heads and stared at you two with horror on their faces.

"What? Fucking prudes." Blitz scoffed.

"Look around, Lyle. God's gift of nature is a wonder to behold, regardless of age!" One of the Cherubs beamed.

"Mm-hm. You're gonna buy that load of shit from a baby and the sheep it fucks?" Blitz laughed.

Keenie gasped, "That is so inappropriate!"

"Aaaanyway, take it from me, a fellow genius. Nature is no picnic up close." Blitz pulled out binoculars and handed it to Lyle. There was some animals gnawing at one another. The Cherubs was trying to take it away from him but he won't budge.

"I can't stop! I never wanted to die more than ever now!"

The Cherubs try to keep convincing Lyle to not kill himself by taking him to the mall and Lovers Lookout, but the imps (other than you) were trying to point out all of the bad things about these places.

Blitz caught on soon enough, Millie and Moxxie don't know what's going on between the two of you. Neither Blitz nor you has mentioned the drug addictions and what happened during Spring Break. The only thing Millie and Moxxie know was that you were in rehab.

They all ended up watching an opera. You were actually pretty relaxed about this opera, you enjoy them oddly enough.

"So... how do we make this bad?" Millie questioned.

"We can't. There's literally nothing bad about opera. That's fact."

"I actually agree with you, Mox." You spoke.

He gasped, "You like operas!"

"I do."

"Enough of the chit chatter, I have an idea on how to make it bad." Blitz said mischievously.

Blitz kept messing with the light and the opera singer, before you know it, it ended up falling and crushing the poor woman. Your's and Moxxie's jaws dropped.

The Cherubs angrily fly up to the imps. "That's it! I have had it! We're just trying to do our jobs!"

"And so are we!" Moxxie yelled.

"Enough!" He drew a golden bow and arrow, "We are saving that shitty old man's life, whether he wants it or not!"

"Well, someone wants that fucker dead, m'kay? And he paid in advance, and I spent it all on this jewelry, so he's gotta go!" Blitz yelled back.

The Cherubs started to fight the main three. You felt like you needed to help since you haven't done jack shit today. A wooden rod caught your eye, deciding to use that to possibly hit one of the Cherubs.

You stood on the rail of the catwalk and saw Cleatus in the air, getting ready to fight Blitz. You took a deep breath and jumped off, swinging the wooden rod directly to his face. The Cherub screamed as he flew across.

Oh shit I haven't thought this through. Gravity pushed you down and right before you fell onto the bloodied up stage somebody grabbed your leg.

"Way to go, Y/n!" Blitz shouted. He used his momentum to swing back onto the catwalk and hoisted you up.

Blitz lost his balanced and dropped you directly on top of him. "I know you like to be on top but can you get up?" He teased.

"Right, sorry." You stood up, reaching your hand to help him up but he didn't take it.

The two got off of the crosswalk and saw Lyle lying dead.

"Guess the Cherubs did the job for us." You laughed.

"You know...you should seriously become an assassin with us."

"I don't know Blitz...I barely did anything. Just wack 'em with a broom."

"We can teach you, I can teach you." He placed his hands on your shoulders.

"I need the strength, Blitz. I need the stamina, the energy."

Blitz knew what you were getting at. "Y/n...you don't need stimulants. I saw you jump and swung the hell out of that fucker. I believe in you." He reassured, lips curling into a soft smile.

You slowly nodded your head to agree. "Thanks, Blitz."

You partially agree with him, you may not need stimulants, but you believe that you'll be better if you do them.

~~~

"Welp, the old man wanted to live again and we didn't kill him, so we failed. Thanks to those fuckin' cherubs, he's probably up in Heaven now, so... It's a shame. All our client wanted was eternal revenge on his business partner. And now the two are forever separated, and now we gotta face the fire of fuckin' up." He sighed.

"Sir... when are you going to tell the client?" Moxxie asked.

Blitz held up his phone, "Oh, I already sent him a text, and... we're in good hands, 'cause texts don't make people angry."

Everyone heard yelling in the distance. A metal escalator crashed into a different part of the wall. The debris falling on top of Moxxie again with Lyle Lipton stepping out.

"Lyle Lipton?" Millie and Blitz yelled.

"I don't understand. We thought you went to Heaven." Millie raised her eyebrow.

"Heaven?! You don't make millions in technological advances in robotics by NOT experimenting on the poor!" Lyle laughed.

"Oh, you no-good, HEARTLESS son of a BITCH" Loopty turned to Blitz, "Thank you for reuniting me with my best friend!"

"The only question now is what do two old genius robotic inventors do now that we're in Hell?" Lyle questioned.

Wally crashes through the ceiling, and the two robotic (possibly lovers) had smiles that reached ear to ear.

"Everyone, STOP FUCKIN' UP MY WALLS! Moxxie's gonna have to fix all this shit!"

"Me? Y/n is the janitor!"

"Not anymore, Mox! This bitch got promoted!"

"I guess... you can say, you say, you have a... holey operation here, Blitzo!" Wally pointed to the open wall and laughed.

"Get out." Blitz deadpanned.

Wally and the two possibly robotic lovers exchanged looks.

"No, I'm serious. Get the FUCK OUT!"

The three left, damaging another wall.

"Y/n got promoted?" Millie cheered. "Since when?"

"Since today! Y/n, you're our new assassin!" Blitz gave you a drawn certificate that is filled with horse drawings and says, "Cumgrats."

"Sir, does Y/n know how to fight?"

"Nope! But she sure can wack the hell out of things." He ruffled your hair.

"Please stop messing with my hair."

[helluvatired]

my helluva boss 2024 trailer analysis part 1

(keep in mind that this is all just speculation and analysis, so i can be totally wrong in the end lol)

apparently blitz and millie are going to be on a solo mission on earth together because looks like moxxie will be filling out the paperwork (b plot with moxxie and loona maybe?)

this could be a coincidence but every scene of her and blitz in this ep (it's probably the same episode because of the background) millie seems upset. is she perhaps upset with blizto?

the c.h.e.r.u.b. are going to work for the d.h.o.r.k.s., it makes sense (and there goes my theory that the cherubs were going to work for the i.m.p., oof)

collin looks hesitant, just like in the scene before the fight in ep 4

also they are in a baby high chair lol

blitzo used a portal to leave a message (?) for d.h.o.r.k.s. (maybe he got it from where barbie worked or he's using the crystal that stolas gave him)

just imagine the message being "we lived, bitch", that would be hilarious xD

this scene looks like a trial. maybe it's about stolas and stella's divorce?

blitzo is wearing the same clothes in these scenes, so i think it's from the same episode (or same day)

he seems very hurt by stolas' decision, im really hyped to see the entire dialogue

this scene seems to me like he's about to grab stolas' hand but he avoids it and blitzo ended up leaving his house. from the angle i don't think it's that far from the scene of him crying

from the silhouette this is blitzo's mother, and since he doesn't have a scar yet, this is a flashback before the accident with fizz

and it will probably be a flashback with dialogue, because we can't do lip reading like we could do in s02e06

and her skin is more pink, like a succubus 👀

i can't tell if this scene of them is the same as them on the street because the color palette is very different, red is more in the pride ring and blue/cold colors are lust

maybe they teleported to another ring to escape

what we know is that on blue street loona, moxxie and millie are together

there is someone with a full robotic body, we can be sure of this because loona destroyed it and we can see the wires

i would guess that it is a mecha and piloted by the cherubs. he character's nose is very similar to cletus

then we have millie and blitzo fighting, blitzo's eye is greenish and has no pupils, so he must be possessed or someone is pretending to be him

then we have millie very hurt. i think this is not real. of all the episodes, the one that would fit the most would be the ghost episode, but she's wearing her normal clothes and not a disguise. so maybe this is an indication that it is a blitz hallucination

i wonder if this dialogue was millie speaking consciously or if she ended up being possessed and the ghost said all of this. right now i believe in a mixture of the two: the ghost possessed her and he made her say something that she had been keeping inside herself for a long time

and then we have blitz having a possible panic attack and millie worried. most likely after this dialogue from millie

ha! i knew that blitzo's father had interfered in his relationship with fizz while fizz was still recovering

i wonder if these flashbacks would be while blitzo is being possessed or if we will have a truth seekers 2.0, because it looks like they will be caught again by the d.h.o.r.k.s.

(part 2 here)

[hazbincalifornia]

Showtime

Chapter 65: The other shoe drops.

Ao3 link

Blitzo made his way to the door to see that Stolas had left a portal behind him, open to the back of the crowd and tucked between buildings so he wouldn’t pop out like a well-bred show pony. That was nice of him- especially considering right now Blitzo mostly just wanted to curl up and watch the show from somewhere more comfortable than the middle of the sweaty, pushy crowd where half a dozen hicks would be gawking at the waddling wonder. He grabbed his holster just in case- with how pumped up these chucklefucks were, somebody going a little hog-wild and it fucking with the baby wasn’t out of the question. Baby deserved to watch the show in peace too.

Glancing back, the Rough ‘N Tumbleweed wasn’t far- he could plop his ass down on M+M’s bed and still get a good view. Bingo. It would probably mean taking a few stairs, but getting to sit on something actually comfortable promised to be worth it. He could already see that Stolas was rifling through the book and murmuring something to himself- practicing, probably. Dork. The sides of his lips twitched as he headed for the front door- thankfully, they’d left it unlocked since they probably weren’t planning to be out for long. Anybody who knew who lived there wouldn’t dare try to pull shit anyway.

Blitzo had only taken a few steps inside when he heard a creak from the ceiling above him.

That was… weird. Wouldn’t everybody be out watching the show? He was pretty sure he’d caught sight of Sallie May as well as Millie’s parents, so that would just leave M+M, and he couldn’t imagine Millie wouldn’t have dragged Moxxie out to the front row. His tail twitched as he strained to listen, but after the creak, there was silence, silence-

A window opening.

Maybe they just wanted a higher angled view, same as him? The dread starting to boil in his gut wasn’t so sure. He grabbed the banister and gritted his teeth, then dragged himself up, up, up.

Whether the heart was wearing off or his currently baby-laden gut didn’t want to play ball was anyone’s guess, but he could feel sweat dripping down the back of his neck by the time he reached the top. One door was open, with the murmured voices of the crowd drifting through the open window...

…And Striker was there, positioning a rifle that glowed a haunting, sterile pearl.

The room had the faintest trace of Loona’s fur that mixed with the open air, a thin comfort when it was smothered in dusty leather and the stink of a holy weapon. Striker’s tail rattled and a grin stretched so far across his face Blitzo could see it from the back as he chuckled to himself, clearly pleased as he tested the sight.

There could only be one target, and Blitzo pulled his own gun, cocking it with a soft ‘click’.

Striker reacted on instinct at the sound, whirling around and chucking a knife at Blitzo that bounced off his glowing gut like a toothpick.

Blitzo couldn’t help a grin as the blade clattered to the ground, fingers tightening around the familiar weight in his hands. “Ha! Nice try, dipshit, but this baby’s sticking with Daddy.”

“Well well, surprised me there,” Striker admitted, raising an eyebrow and setting the rifle aside with a twitch to his lip. “I thought you’d be down with the crowd, watching your fancy blueblood show off his fancy-ass sparkles.”

“Er-”

“It’s just sad, really,” he added, rummaging around in his belt. “You’ve got potential, and you’re content just being that bastard’s little bitch-pet, rolling over for scraps.”

“I’m nobody’s fucking pet,” Blitzo growled. “I agreed to this, and he’s been getting better-”

“But for how long?” Striker drew a knife engraved with glowing runes from its holster, tail snapping with a rattle and nose wrinkling. “I saw you, after our little wrestling match. I can solve all of this for you- you’re the size of a prize hog, it must be raring to come out.”

“And she’s gonna be coming out Daddy’s big boy hole the normal way. She’s mine," Blitzo hissed, raising the barrel.

Striker’s mouth tightened, eyes narrowing. “Pathetic.” He lunged with lightning speed, slamming Blitzo by the neck into the floor hard enough to crack the wood under his spikes. It nearly drew a howl out, the back of the blade pressed against his skin and stinging with purity. Before he could blink, Striker grabbed his hands and pinned them above his head, claws digging into the wrists hard enough to ooze black.

“Fuck!” Blitzo tried to kick up, but between the baby belly and the knees on his thighs, he couldn’t get any leverage as Striker’s fingers left his neck, raising the glowing knife above his stomach. He desperately squirmed for freedom before Striker’s blade dropped like a corpse on his skin and drove lightning veins of pain through it.

Wait.

He’d touched it. Craning his neck, Blitzo could see that the protective spell was weeping, bleeding its glow away from where Striker had punctured through it- the power of the holy steel like acid. It had slowed the blade from piercing all the way through his guts at the first swing, but now…

“How in the fuck-”

“I was supposed to get rid of the baby and the daddy, y'know.” Striker said, idly tracing more white-hot agony over Blitzo that tightened every muscle in his body. “No loose ends. This was in case I didn’t want to just shoot you in the head and rip it out through your ribcage. Ain’t that nice?

“Get off of me,” Blitzo wheezed out, lungs curdling as Striker drew something circular over the white markings, scars on scars as liquid lava moved through his nerves and bled down into flesh hotter than any hellfire.

“That’d be counterproductive, boss, now wouldn’t it?” He pressed the knife down further, thick blood practically boiling into steam as it bubbled up. Blitzo went cross-eyed, claws digging into the wood. He could only focus on the hypnotic swirl of Striker’s eyes as the knife drew a horizontal line across the skin, just barely breaking it as it drew out twitches and squirms. He could feel the frantic fuzz that indicated his muscles weren't completely his own anymore- nerves yanked from the inside but unable to wrench free even as they tried to fight in unison. A bug pinned on the sidewalk.

(As he squirmed against the wood, though, he realized Striker forgot one thing as the overconfident rattle sounded off again like the toy it unintentionally echoed.)

“My employer didn’t rightly say what she wanted done with the little bastard, but a half-imp, half-Goetia? I’m doing you both a favor.”

The pain coalesced as Blitzo’s tail wound around Striker’s waist, throwing him against the bed with a crack as he shoved himself up on shaky hands. Blood dripped from his middle as the protective spell flickered in and out, and each beat of his heart drew flutters of agony from the scratches of the blessed blade while the remnants of the barrier dissolved like cotton candy in water.

Striker snarled just as something broke inside of Blitzo, fluid soaking his pants as his eyes widened.

Oh.

Oh fuck.

Blitzo snagged the rifle with his tail and swiped it to the side in a snap, knocking Striker off the feet he’d just managed to get back on. He didn’t take time to see Striker’s expression as he bolted for the door, hearing a sharp “Hey!” that gave him half a second’s head-start, even as his legs were starting to buckle.

The house was decently big, but not that big, not nearly enough to hide properly when he was dripping whatever-the-fuck baby fluid that was oozing down the inside of his pants with a snake on his heels. Already, he could feel the baby twisting somersaults from the heavenly infection. He whipped his head around, sliding down the banister and throwing himself into the nearest closet when he heard the floor creak again. Fuck, he couldn’t be an open target and get taken down so Striker could get the rifle back so easily. His legs were about to collapse, he couldn’t risk M+M and Loona, couldn’t risk Stolas, his meat-brain was starting to bubble in his head and he couldn’t think-

The hum of angelic steel from the rifle made his skull ache as he fumbled for his phone, desperately swiping for the IMP group chat.

IM IN MILS HOS BBYU CMIONG STRKIR BDA

BAD

TYRIG TY KLIL ME

A bubble popped up from Moxxie for a moment before disappearing as Blitzo heard a groan from the stairs, along with a whistle and the unmistakable sound of a knife dragging down wood.

Bastard was fucking toying with him.

(And Millie’s parents were probably going to be so pissed about the banister, if they weren’t for all the baby-water that made it out of his pants.)

“Here Blitzy, Blitzy, Blitzy.” There was a lilting in his voice, but Blitzo could hear the simmering fury below it- whether it was for getting knocked up with a bird’s baby or stealing his gun or knocking Mr. High And Mighty on his ass while he was in fucking labor, he couldn’t hazard a guess, at least not through the ringing in his head and the way his entire body felt swollen to burst. (Probably all three though.) Sweat dripped from his cheek down to his chest, and he realized at some point in the scuffle the top buttons had popped off. Bare skin, hot to the touch. “I’ll make it quick, the lady wanted a show of seeing birdie’s brains splattered all over the stage while the sky was open.”

Lady.

Lady who wanted Stolas dead.

Oh, that bitch.

Blitz gripped the rifle tighter as his free hand tried to feel around for anything that could be considered a close-combat weapon. Wouldn’t a bunch of Wrath imps have some sort of bludgeoning instrument in closets like this? At least some extra knives, anything-

There was a rattle mixed with a hiss and the crack of a whip as Striker clicked his tongue, each step growing closer to the closet.

Closer.

Closer.

His heartbeat rushed like Envian waves, thick and heavy, and he had to bite back a groan as a contraction hit. The glowing white traced over his middle flared, and his lip drooled blood as teeth pierced the soft flesh.

The footsteps paused.

“Gotchya.”

Blitzo braced himself, fingers tightening around the rifle as the closet door creaked open for an agonizing half-second before being flung the rest of the way, the light briefly blinding even after a mere minute in the dark.

Striker’s smirk spread like blood on tile, and Blitzo glared and prepared to grapple as he was grabbed by the shirt, the cowboy hauling him out and about to gut him like a fish-

-Before he got squirted with a face of warm milk when his knuckles hit just the right spot, creamy white splattering over his cheeks and eyes.

Striker stared in shock for a moment as it dripped down, tracing the contours of his face and over his nose before splattering on his shirt. He snarled, tossing Blitzo aside and scrubbing furiously at his face as the pregnant imp slammed into the floor hard enough that the walls shook. “You disgusting-”

The absurdity of it was too much- Blitzo snorted out a laugh as he struggled to push himself to his feet, using the rifle as support. “Oh, you don’t like Daddy’s milkies, big boy?”

“That’s it!” Striker spat out whatever droplets landed in his mouth, eyes narrowing as he whipped the knife out with pure hellfire in his eyes. “You think this is funny? Then you’re going in the same fucking shallow grave as the blueblo-”

His sentence was cut viciously short when he crumpled like a split boulder after Millie slammed into his head with the flat of an axe.

Blitz stared as she panted between her teeth, and black started seeping from Striker’s skull while Loona and Moxxie peered from behind her.

The room spun, but reality didn't shift, and he could hear four sets of frantic breath.

“...Mills, I could kiss you. With tongue.”

“You’ll have to fight Moxxie first.” She offered a hand to him to help him stand properly, but his legs still didn’t seem to be cooperating so he was forced to lean against Loona, who had moved forward.

“Please don’t, sir,” Moxxie said rather lamely with absolutely no bite to it, a quiver underlying the words. Blitzo would have honed in with some sort of come-on, except he’d been through too much in the past fifteen minutes to feel like bothering as the stench of blood started to mix with sweat and whatever fluids were currently dripping from between his legs. “I’ll- go get his highness,” Moxxie added, voice a little shaky. “We can get you to the hospital, and-”

“Less yapping, more prince-grabbing,” Blitzo ground out through gritted teeth as he nearly collapsed again, and Moxxie scrambled for the door as Loona scooped him up in her arms.

“Good call, sweetie!” Millie called as she flipped Striker over and rummaged around inside the couch cushions for a rope to tie him up with. (He didn't seem to be breathing from what Blitzo could see, but they weren't about to take any chances.)

Blitzo could feel Loona’s arms trembling beneath him, and he would protest that she didn’t need to carry him, that he had handled himself exceptionally well, except for the fact that another contraction rode through his body and lit up every nerve inside of it, and he curled in on himself as the angelic scratches pulsed again.

Fuck.

[drades-lair]

Murder Mystery Ball

Fandom: HelluvaBoss

Rating: T

Pairing(s): Striker/OC, Millie/Moxxie, Stolas/Blitzo

Note: This was a prompt from Twitter from the amazing @Mouse87Mouse

Striker basked in the rare serenity of an evening, leaning back on a pair of plush pillows against the head rest of the master bed he shared with Calus. The Dracony came striding into the room with a pair of mugs filled with coffee, passing one to Striker before joining him on the bed.

“So…when is that party…thing…happenin’ again?” Striker inquired after taking a sip of hot coffee.

“Hm? Oh, you mean the murder mystery ball being held by Stolas?” Calus questioned in turn.

“Yeah, that.” Striker confirmed.

“Um…in two days…why?” Calus confirmed in turn.

“Nothin’ I was just wonderin’ why Ya bother goin’ ta all this shit, I know it’s the bird but still…” Striker trailed off with an irritated expression on his features.

“It’s a formality mostly, often I get invited after doing jobs for my noble clients as a form of thank you. I decide to go because these parties are good places to round up new clients or at the least more jobs,” Calus explained.

“Humph, guess that makes sense…still Ya ever get tired of it?” Striker wondered.

“Sometimes, mostly I hate the attention I get at the damn things. I can’t exactly hide the fact that I’m a Dracony thus I attract a lot of unwanted attention,” Calus responded, sipping his own coffee.

“Guess I can relate ta that,” Striker chuckled softly.

“You know, if you don’t want to come you don’t have to,” Calus offered.

“Huh? W-well…I’m not excited about goin’ ta this blue-blooded hoe down but…I can’t very well let Ya go alone,” Striker smirked up at Calus.

“Alright, as long as you’re sure,” Calus chuckled in turn.

Two Days Later…

Calus pulled absently at his black button down’s sleeves, fiddling with the cufflinks before straightening his neck piece when Striker emerged from the on-suite bathroom. Striker’s fit was like his original out fit except it was black in color with red accents instantly drawing Calus’ eyes from Striker’s head all the way to his toes with a smirk that said they may need to either show up late or leave the party early.

“Mm, you look good,” Calus complimented.

“Thanks, we ready to go to this thing?” Striker retorted.

“Yeah, I think we should get going before I change my mind,” Calus confirmed looking Striker from head to toe one last time.

…

Upon arriving at Stolas’ palace, a crowd of people were already filing inside increasing Striker’s dislike of this whole thing. Calus nudged Striker along encouragingly with a gentle hand on the imp’s back, filing them inside with the other people till they got to the palace’s ball room where tables of food had been placed along every wall and a massive open bar at the far end which Striker was already making a B-line for much to Calus’ amusement. Music radiated through the theater style ball room to mingle with the various voices of nobility some of which Calus recognized from doing jobs for them in the past. After grabbing a glass of champagne Calus did his do diligence of mingling before returning to Striker’s side at the bar, leaning against the bar top when Stolas came into view casually mingling his way through the crowd with Blitz at his side. Nudging Striker with an elbow Calus gestured towards the duo prompting Striker slip from his bar stool and follow Calus over to the prince and crimson imp.

“Hey Stolas, Blitz,” Calus greeted cheerily.

“Oh, Calus, I’m glad you could make it,” Stolas greeted in turn, hugging Calus.

“Hey Bossman,” Striker greeted his crimson counter part.

“Hey yourself, cowboy,” Blitz returned, shaking Striker’s hand.

“Quite the turn out,” Calus commented gesturing to the busy ballroom.

“Yes, it’s been a success so far and the evening is just getting started,” Stolas confirmed.

“Don’t worry Stolas, if I know Moxxie, he’ll put on a fuck of a show,” Blitz confidently boasted.

“Humph, Ya got the pipsqueak ta do this bullshit,” Striker huffed, curling a lip in slight disgust towards the mention of Moxxie.

“It’s his specialty,” Stolas interjected with a smile.

Suddenly there was a dramatic gasp followed by an equally dramatic coughing fit in the middle of the ball room. Stolas excitedly clapped as the quadruplet group headed in that direction bringing Moxxie into view, slumped over with an empty champagne flute in hand.

“Oh…oh no…I’ve been poisoned…someone…I can’t…” Moxxie dramatically stammered, clutching his chest as he fell to his knees then fell forwards causing the flute to skitter across the marble floor.

“Moxxie…NO!” Millie exclaimed coming from the crowd to kneel dramatically next to Moxxie’s ‘dead’ body.

“Well, he definitely was the right pick for the part,” Calus whispered with a chuckle to Striker who rolled his eyes in response.

Just as the scene appeared to be preparing to change a series of screams resounded from an area just off the ballroom. Calus glanced to Stolas with a questioning gaze which was returned with confusion meaning this wasn’t part of the nights festivities, the group including Moxxie who’d broke character hurried into the small foyer off the main ballroom. Laying in the middle of the small room was the body of the imp butler who often held the phone for Stolas or Stella when she lived in the palace, a pool of blood surrounding him.

“What the fuck?” Striker questioned, furrowing his brow.

“This isn’t part of the murder ball, is it?” Calus inquired to Stolas.

“No, who would do this? Alfred doesn’t deserve this,” Stolas tentatively answered.

“I don’t know but whomever it was, they turned this murder mystery ball into the real deal,” Calus commented, moving to kneel by the imp’s body.

“At least we know the butler didn’t do it,” Blitz added earning a disapproving groan, eye roll combo from both Striker as well as Moxxie.

“Is it even worth looking for the culprit?” Moxxie wondered with a doubtful expression.

“Ya a coward? An imp is killed in a palace full of blue bloods and Yer not gonna help find his killer,” Striker stated earning him a growl from the smaller imp.

“I want to find who did this, after all they did it in my house, to someone I knew,” Stolas added, stern expression on his features.

“Well then, no one’s going anywhere till we get to the bottom of this,” Calus stated.

Once everyone was settled back into the ballroom Calus completed his look over the body, coming out while wiping his hands on a towel. The group had been hanging around the bar while Calus investigated the body only perking upon seeing the Dracony come back out into the ballroom.

“Whatchya find?” Striker inquired as Calus joined the group.

“He was killed by a long sharp object, a blade that could be easily concealed in a crowd like this one.” Calus explained simply, glancing around the ball room.

“Why would someone kill Alfred though?” Stolas wondered, voice breaking slightly in despair.

“Looks like he was serving food and beverage, walking in possibly on whatever he did before being silenced,” Calus responded, continuing his explanation.

“What’s that area back there?” Striker inquired of Stolas.

“It’s the lounge area, if people wish to have a more private discussion they can go back there or if they wish to get away from the overcrowded ball room, things like that,” Stolas explained.

“Should we fan out and ask who’s gone back there this evening?” Moxxie suggested.

“Nah, probably everyone at one point has been back there,” Striker retorted, eyeing everyone in the ballroom suspiciously.

“However, we can canvas the ballroom, mingle with the royals here to see if any act or say something shady,” Calus suggested in turn.

“Right!” Moxxie agreed enthusiastically earning him a small smile from Millie.

With that the group broke apart to move around the ball room, making small talk with various nobles while keeping their eyes peeled for anything that maybe a clue to who did this. Striker located a swipe of blood on the wall near the lounge at about hip height suggesting the culprit had blood on their outfit somewhere, facts he relayed to the others. IMP did their part although they were far less sleuth about it, but there was no doubt they got answers including nobles claiming they’d over heard conversations about possible robbery of the palace. Calus took the liberty to go investigate the rest of the palace in hopes of finding anything out of place and he found it, upon reaching Stolas’ office Calus found that the door had been broken open from something being shoved into the lock however when he investigated the room Calus didn’t find anything missing. Returning to the ball room Calus informed the group what he’d discovered prompting surprised faces all around.

“My office? Why would anyone…? Wait, could someone be looking for my Grimoire?” Stolas wondered, eyes growing wide in realization.

“Is that where you keep it?” Calus wondered.

“I used too, but now I keep it in my bedroom,” Stolas answered simply.

“Good bet then that’s what their after,” Striker agreed.

“Not like that helps us, it could be any one of these fuckers,” Blitz interjected.

“Maybe not, Calus, I found out from a couple of the nobility that upon the last meeting there’d been some discourse,” Moxxie added, puffing his chest out confidently as he presented the information he’d gathered.

“What sort of discourse? And between whom?” Calus inquired.

“Apparently several of the council got into a hefty argument with Andrealphus and Stella Goetia regarding rumors of sabotage,” Moxxie explained.

“Humph, great suspects…if they were here,” Striker huffed, crossing his arms in an unimpressed fashion.

“I know they’re not here! However, the single Goetia who stood up for them is, Aamon,” Moxxie barked back irritably.

 “Aamon? Are you certain about that?” Stolas inquired in surprise.

“Yes, apparently he was the only one to stand up for Stella and Andrealphus against the council,” Moxxie repeated in confirmation.

“Hmm, perhaps he’s on their payroll,” Calus guessed, rubbing his chin.

“Should we find him?” Millie inquired with a quick glance around the ball room.

“It’s the only lead we’ve got,” Calus agreed.

Once more the group scattered in search of Aamon once Stolas gave them a description, shuffling through the guests. After a moderate amount of time passed the group regrouped having not found any sign of Aamon even from asking the other guests. There was a possibility that Aamon had made his escape before they found the body of the butler however the palace was massive meaning there was a good chance he was still somewhere waiting for everything to die down so he could find Stolas’ grimoire again. Stolas was just beginning to put together a list of places the demon could be hiding when a tall female demon shrieked, her drink had been dumped down the front of her dress while Aamon was currently running full speed out of the ballroom.

“Well, that was easier then expected,” Millie stated with a shrug.

IMP, Striker and Calus took off after Aamon discovering him heading to the top of the spiral staircase in the main foyer. Millie vaulted using her axe to the top landing promptly stopping Aamon from going any further and allowing Calus along with the others to catch up. Striker’s keen eye caught sight of the blood stain on Aamon’s tailcoat, pointing it out to Calus who also spotted it afterwards. Drawing a blessed rope Striker lassoed the noble causing him to recoil in shocked surprise.

“Who the fuck do you think you are? Fucking imps,” Aamon asked, irritation lacing his annoyed tone.

“The ones who are going to turn you in for murder,” Striker answered.

“Wait, you’re a Dracony!” Aamon exclaimed as Calus came up the stairs to stand beside Striker.

“I’m aware, so tell us why did you kill the butler?” Calus retorted with a heavy sigh, he hated when that was the first thing people noticed about him.

“N-No reason…I-I mean…who?” Aamon stammered.

“Stop playing stupid, we know you’ve been sniffing around the palace looking for Stolas’ grimoire and that Andrealphus and Stella Goetia are somehow involved, confess already!” Blitz barked irritably, getting into Aamon’s face with his pistol drawn.

“W-Wait, you know about all that?” Aamon asked nervously, recoiling from the barrel of Blitz’s pistol.  

“Fuck right we do!” Blitz declared again, acting as though he’d solved the whole thing on his own.  

“Shit!” Aamon cursed under his breath, averting his gaze to the side clearly seeking his mind for a way out of this.

“Why did you agree to this?” Calus persisted, leaning against the railing of the stairs.

“Ugh, fine. They paid me a shit tone of money to steal the grimoire of prince Stolas plus they’ve been helping me out with some other problems of mine,” Aamon finally confessed.

“Why do they want the grimoire?” Calus pressed.

“I don’t know, I swear!” Aamon insisted, fear flashing across his features.

“Alright, then why did you kill Alfred, the butler?” Calus continued to question.

“He…walked in on me snooping for the grimoire so I…silenced him,” Aamon continued to explain.

“Humph, another fuckin’ blue blood who thinks he can just do whatever he pleases because we’re imps,” Striker growled, yanking the blessed rope making it tighter causing Aamon to groan in pain.

“Easy Striker,” Calus whispered softly.  

“What do we do wit him now?” Millie inquired, eagerly holding her axe.  

“Easy, we cap him,” Blitz nonchalantly stated, pressing his flint Locke against Aamon’s temple.

“Whoa! Whoa! No, Blitz. We take him to Stolas,” Calus corrected, grabbing Blitz by the shoulder to stop him.

Begrudgingly Blitz withdrew allowing Calus to shove Aamon down the staircase, back towards the ballroom. Calus presented Aamon to Stolas with the full explanation of what had happened, Stolas glared angrily at Aamon with his arms crossed over his chest.

“I cannot believe you decided to work with my ex-wife and ex brother-in-law,” Stolas stated, irritation lacing his overly calm voice.

“Oh please, as if you’re going to be able to convince the entire council that imps can be our equals. We are demon royalty and what you and even the Dracony here are doing is unnatural, not to mention disgusting,” Aamon pompously declared in a venomous tone.

“I’ve heard enough from you, guards! Take him to the dungeons,” Stolas declared, waving his guard hell hounds over.

The hounds came over to take Aamon away as Stolas pinched the bridge of his beak with an exasperated sigh. Blitz had been scowling at Aamon however that changed upon seeing Stolas’ reaction, getting close to the prince as his tail entwined around Stolas’ thigh. Calus watched Aamon being hauled off before turning to Striker who was seething on a bar stool with a whiskey in hand. Gingerly taking a seat next to Striker, Calus gave a soft sigh as Striker swirled his whisky with a small snarl.

“Hey, Ya okay?” Calus inquired gently.

“Fine,” Striker simply replied, swigging his Whisky.

“You sure? I know how stuff like that bothers you,” Calus persisted, bracing his arms on the bar top to lean forwards slightly.

“I’ll be fine, just hate pricks like that. Another imp lost there life simply because some noble asshole thought it was their right ta take it,” Striker growled out, tail beginning to rattle irritably.

“I know…” Calus trailed off softly, looking to the bar top.

“Can we go home?” Striker whispered in turn.

“Yeah, let’s go home,” Calus agreed.

Downing the last of his drink Striker stood up with Calus, said a quick farewell to Stolas as well as Blitz, Millie and Moxxie then headed out the door. After arriving home, the duo got comfortable, laying in bed to unwind from the stressful evening that had transgressed however Calus noticed that Striker was being offish.

“You sure you’re, okay?” Calus inquired, trying to not pester Striker.

“I told Ya, I’m fine,” Striker reiterated keeping his eyes firmly glued to his phone screen.

“You’ve been offish since we got home,” Calus abscently commented.

“It’s…ugh…I just…I can’t help but feel like a hypocrite,” Striker caved with a heavy sigh, placing his phone on the bedside table.

“A hypocrite? Why?” Calus asked arching a brow in confusion.

“Because of you! I bitch about how nobles don’t give two shits about us imps and boast about how we need to stand up for ourselves against them…how they should all pay for their sins…yet I’m…” Striker ranted, gesturing to Calus in between promptly taking the Dracony off guard.

“Striker…look I understand what you’re saying, and you know that I agree with your opinion on the matter…that doesn’t make you a hypocrite, if anything it makes you revolutionary,” Calus said trying to make Striker feel better.

“How so?” Striker curiously asked, arching his own brow now in curious confusion.

“You, me, Blitz and Stolas, fuck! Even Fizz and Ozzy, we’re all proving those other nobles wrong. We’re all proving that no matter who you are, or your station love is love,” Calus explained.

Striker grew quiet for a bit clearly contemplating what Calus had told him when suddenly he started scooting towards Calus’ side of the bed. Gently raising his arm Calus allowed Striker to curl up to his side, embracing the imp around his shoulders as Striker laid his head on the Dracony’s chest and nuzzled into it.

[hellaversity]

The New Job

"You are an idiot! How can you be a skilled assassin with such a high body count and still be so incompetent at your job? You're fired!" Crimson yelled so loudly with resentment in his voice. Striker just grunted at him with anger. "It isn't my fault those imps have privelege, Blitzo with his blueblood cum dumpster, Fizzarolli with his goody-two-shoes celebrity status and literal sin of a boyfriend. They have it easy compared to me," Striker said, trying to make excuses for his failure.

"Don't care, Indiana. Just fuck off and never step in my house. You're not getting paid for this," Crimson sneered while sitting down in his mafia throne and sipping a cup of coffee. "Al!" He called out to Alessio, his top bodyguard and right-hand man. Alessio grabbed Striker by the tail, picking him up and carrying him to the front door and throwing him outside of the mafia mansion, locking the door.

Striker was so pissed off and ashamed of himself that he felt like screaming at the top of his lungs about how much Crimson sucks. Yet for some reason, he couldn't bring himself to do it. He just ran away from the mansion as far as possible, even passing his trusty horse Bombproof without noticing. Bombproof noticed his owner and ran towards him, wondering what was wrong. "Don't worry about me, Bombproof," Striker said as he mounted his horse and took off.

10 minutes later.....

Striker arrived at the Goetia palace to deliver the bad news to his boss, Stella. He knew that crazy bird lady wasn't gonna take it well. "Well, here goes nothing," he whispered before kicking the door open. Unexpectedly, Stella was standing right in front of him and the door slammed into her face. It made Striker chuckle, but soon enough realized that wasn't a good idea.

"STRIKER!!! YOU NOT ONLY FAIL TWICE TO KILL THAT PUSSY TWINK OF AN OWL, BUT NOW YOU SHOW UP AT MY HOUSE UNINVITED AND SLAM THE DOOR IN MY FACE?!?!" His boss shouted at him, so loudly that it almost woke up the whole palace. "Ma'am, that Blitzø fucker and his two diabetes ass having friends stopped me both times. Clearly it's not that simple."

Striker tried to explain, but Stella couldn't care less. "GET THE FUCK OUT AND NEVER TALK TO ME AGAIN!!! YOU!! ARE!! FIRED!!!!" Stella yelled again, even louder this time. It actually woke up the imp butler, Pringles, who was sleeping on the living roon couch. "Hey, can you keep it down?" Striker just left without saying another word. He didn't wanna deal with that woman's annoying screaming and childish temper tantrums any longer.

"Just fucking great. Two headaches in a row. From now on, I go my own way," the wrathian cowboy said to himself. He mounted Bombproof and just took off, not knowing or caring where he was going. As long as it was far away from both Crimson and Stella, that was all that mattered to him at the moment.

2 hours later.....

Striker went back at his own hideout in Wrath. He didn't even bother to tell those annoying mariachi imps to shut up and stop singing about him, because he was just too tired to do so. He just waited for the song to be over and turned off the radio before hitting the sack in his old tent, on his old sleeping bag. "Damn fanboys of mine," he whispered in annoyance. He told them millions of times to stop singing about him every time he came back to the hideout, but they never listened to him.

He closed his eyes and dreamed of his now long gone parents. His father was a rattlesnake like demon who was bald, had a long and pointy snout, sharp teeth, tannish beige skin and red spines on his tail with a rattle at the very end. His mother, who was an imp with horns curved just like her son's, just with a female pattern, and black stripes on her tail.

Striker treasured both of his parents very dearly, and part of the reason he hates those pompous bluebood fops known as the Ars Goetia so much is because one of them had killed both of his parents. Which made Striker wonder why he was willing to work for one of those stupid birds. Stella was no different from the rest of them.

"I'm glad I don't have to work for her anymore," Striker uttered in his sleep. Getting fired by that peacock bitch was actually the best thing to have ever happened to him. Besides, he didn't need her anyway. He could easily kill Stolas himself as long as he had those angelic weapons given to him by the leader of the overlord sinners, Carmilla Carmine. He could always go to her if he needed more.

The next morning.....

Striker woke up and put out the fire next to his tent. He mounted Bombproof and took the hellavator that traveled through all seven rings to Pride, the center of Pentagram City in particular. "Good thing it ain't Imp City with all those lowlife imps," he muttered. He stepped out of the hellavator and took a deep breath, hoping not to run into that Stella bitch again.

Suddenly, a tall and muscular incubus with a mohawk ran into Striker and said "Watch, it buddy!" "Why don't you watch where you're going, prick?" Striker retorted. "Oh, you want a piece of me? Bring it on, motherfucker!" Said the incubus as he put his fists up at Striker and taunted him, obviously looking for a fight. Striker was about to take out an angelic pistol until a feminine voice he didn't recognize called out "Stop it, Ace!"

Ace looked behind him to see his boss, the famous popstar Verosika Mayday. He took his hands off Striker like she asked, and the cowboy was enamored with her. He knew she looked familiar, since he saw her in magazines before. But he just couldn't remember what her name was. "Aw, that's a shame. I was hoping to see Ace beat the shit outta the guy!" Said another incubus standing next to Verosika. He had white hair and a very gothy look to him.

"I would've kicked his ass if the boss let me," said Ace as he walked over to the other and put an arm around his shoulder. From the looks if it, those two were a couple. "Don't mind Ace. He likes to go around proving how tough he is by picking fights with other guys. And his boyfriend Josh over there kisses his ass all the time" said Verosika. "Yeah, I can tell. Hey, aren't you that succubus who makes cheesy pop songs about shitty ex-boyfriends and bad breakups?" Striker asked her.

Ace and Josh started laughing. Verosika glared at them and they became silent. "Yeah, that's me. Verosika Mayday's the name," she told Striker. "I gotta say, your latest hit Over You isn't too bad," Striker said. That comment made Verosika blush. "Hey, this is boring. Let's go back to the boss' studio and have sex with each other," Josh said to Ace. "As you say, honey," Ace replied as they left.

Verosika looked back at the handsome cowboy she was attracted to. "So, do you mind if I take you to The Richest Cup? They sell the best coffee and beer there," she said. "Not at all," he replied. They held each other's hands and walked to The Richest Cup just down the street. They chose a table for two and sat down. "I haven't been to this place in six years since I took my dickhead of an ex-boyfriend here," said Verosika.

"How many asshole ex-bofriends do you have?" Striker asked. Verosika cleared her throat before exolaining it all. "Just one. He was an imp named Blitzø, and I thought I loved him at the time. Even got a tattoo of his name on my arm. But I guess I fell for him too quickly, and he bailed on me in such an awful way. Stealing my credit card and spending it on horse riding lessons. Glad I never have to see him again."

"Blitzø? Imp? I met him before. He's fucking some pompous Goetia like the loser he is. Probably mooching off him, too," said Striker. Verosika chuckled. "I'm glad we feel the sane way about him," she said. "May I take your order?" Asked the waitress, who just came up to their table. Verosika and Striker both looked at the menu. "Just a beelzejuice, please," she replied. "And i'd just like a latte," Striker replied. The waitress nodded and left the table to get their drinks.

"So, tell me. How did you get that scar on your right eye?" Verosika asked. Striker flinched. He hated being reminded of that scar he got from being caught on fire after his failed attempt to kill Blitzø and Fizzarolli. "It was after I failed to do my job. Being an assassin hired by two people to kill both Stolas and Blitzø. Three times. Both of them fired me and I got manhandled," Striker explained.

Verosika didn't know what to say, but she did feel sorry for Striker. She didn't even care that much about him saying he tried to kill Stolas or Fizzarolli because she wasn't all that close to them anyway. She even appreciated his attempt to kill Blitzø. "I'm sorry to hear that. I can hire you," she said to cheer him up. "Not sure how i'd feel about being part of a cheesy pop band," said Striker.

"Oh, you don't have to be IN the band. You could be our tattoo artist who dies assassin jobs when we're off duty," Verosika said. "That doesn't sound too bad. Maybe i'll consider it," Striker replied. The waitress came back with their beelzejuice and latte, which they both took a sip of before holding each other's hands and gazing at each with half-lidded eyes.

5 minutes later.....

They finished their drinks and left the diner while holding each other with their arms around the shoulders. "I gad a good time. Did you?" Verosika asked. "Hell yeah. Best time i've had in years," Striker answered. "Well, it was nice meeting you. I don't think you told me your name yet." "It's Striker. And it was nice to meet you too, Miss Mayday," he said. She kissed him on the cheek before going her own way, which made him blush. He was definitely considering working for her now.

THE END

[commenter2]

"Oops" review

Time to spend some time with Fizz.

Ozzie is pretty buff for a bird demon. 

While Fizz is getting dress, you can see a pic of a white version of those fly dogs that roam Hell. Now I want to see a pic of Fizz and his dog hanging out with Angel Dust and Fat Nuggets!

(insert Ozzie not being an early bird joke here)

Again from time to time the other 2 heads of Ozzie don’t emote the same feelings as Ozzie’s rooster head, making me wonder if they have some sentience of their own. It would be funny to see a scene where all 3 of them arguing with each other, maybe during a moment where Ozzie is feeling a lot of emotions at once. If that ever happens I’m going to call the sheep head Larry and the Bull head Greg. That means they are called L.O.G. XD

You know Ozzie’s place is pretty nice. I was expecting his place to be filled with NSFW stuff, maybe a wall full of people he thinks are hot which would have been a fun chance to have a pic of Lilith in the episode since I headcanon that Ozzie use to have crush on her.

Fizz destroying evidence about people thinking he and Ozzie are a couple. Nothing odd about that.

It’s cute seeing Ozzie care about Fizz’s safety. It also seems like Ozzie doesn’t like Mammon that much, or at least his ring which I don’t blame as a person/place like that would make anyone annoyed or scared.

“Says something only to do the opposite” trope.

For the Greed Ring, there is a lot of free money on the ground though I bet with how high the prices of things are there, those bills are equal to finding a penny on the ground.

Aww his white dog has walkin wheels, just like Fizz! Also the rollerblade scene a definitely a DCAU Harley Quinn reference. R.I.P. Arleen Sorkin

Ouch, that baby from the pilot is sure unlucky.

Pterodactyl demon! MORE dinosaur demons! Wait I recall there being an overlord that looks like a dinosaur in Hazbin Hotel that is Lucifers bodyguard, is she a Hell born demon like Rosie?!?!

Blitzo meets Fizz, HERE WE GO! Though I already knew this was going to happen given a leak, it’s still surprising to see Crimson and Striker in this episode. It also explains why this episode took so much time to come out, WHICH I DON’T MIND!

Cobra demon. I wonder if Lucifer or his snake friend that’s on his hat is a big fan of that species?

“Western Energy” takes place a week before this episode. Good to know, especially for later.

 “something of value” AKA Moxxie.

The mom of the stroller kid is in the crowd with a broken bottle. You think she is going to use that on Fizz? If so she is a good mom :)

So that…. factory seems to confirm my headcanon/theory about Ozzie being a technical genius. Also HOW is Vivzie still getting away with stuff like this on YouTube?????

Again it’s been a week since Western Energy and Stolas’ wounds have already fully healed, yet he was stabbed with an angelic blade. You think that would take longer to heal or lead to some permanent damage or else how is an angelic weapon truly different from a regular weapon. I think the writers should do a “MCU Iron Man” and from now on show that Stolas’ arm is not what it use to be, like he grabs it in pain from time to time or he can’t lift as much/cast spells as fast with that arm.

So the meeting is about Stolas going over his feelings for Blitz! What about trying to keep the relationship a secret? Oh forget it that goal seems to be dead anyway. Also were at the halfway point of the season and we finally get to the “I.M.P. getting Asmodean Crystal” plot point people having been pointing out since the season 2 premiere.

Love potions are real in this series? That can’t be good. I hope the writers just make fun of the idea, and not actually use that for an episode.

DON’T TELL A SIN AN IMP IS GOING TO EARTH ILLEGALLY STOLAS!!! Also why does someone like Ozzie NOT care something like that is being broken! It just makes the idea of Blitzo and the others getting caught less dramatic now since if an Sin doesn’t care, likely no one will unless I.M.P. screw up really bad or it affects someone personally.

I will admit that Ozzie is nicer than he seems. Not the first time we have seen that in demons but still.

Crimson has guts threatening a sin, I’ll give him that.

I wonder if what Crimson said about Ozzie being the weakest is accurate? Maybe Crimson only cause him that cause of how nice Ozzie is?

Ozzie getting mad like that makes my headcanon of him and Satan being close friends one step closer to coming true.

Should the Blitzo and Fizz scenes in the warehouse count as a “bottle episode”?

I’m curious about what Stolas said about a deal with a sin being an everlasting bond. Does this apply to Charlie too since she is the daughter of the devil? IS THAT WHY ALASTOR WAS TRYING TO MAKE A DEAL WITH HER IN THE PILOT!!!

IDK about you but Stolas enjoying reading contracts is just funny to me. It makes me think about one of my old ideas about how Stolas doesn’t seem to have a lot of royal responsibilities, as maybe he enjoys stuff like that so much he finishes pretty quickly and ends up having nothing to do.

Points for Blitzo in having a secret knife, as usually he isn’t that smart. Wait is this why he wears those boots? I recall a theory about him being part Imp and something else and how that explains how (slightly) different he is from other Imps, in this case has regular feet instead of hooves and I’m kind of hoping that’s still true.

Though mostly luck, I will give another smart point to Blitzo.

I do like that we got to instantly learn about the origins of what caused Fizz to lose his limbs and that Blitzo is the reason his mom is gone, but that should have been saved for a flashback episode (which I thought was going to happen here or the next episode) so it can be fleshed out more.

I’m going to guess that either Barbie Wire or Blitzo’s dad was the one who prevented Blitzo and Fizz from seeing each other after the accident, as a sort of revenge for causing the fire.

If this was a HISHE video, the mobsters would have just shot Fizz and move on with their lives.

It would have been funny if Fizz telling Blitzo to hurry up abruptly ended the song and leading to another fight.

An active torch and dynamites, oh no. Oh wait never mind.

Okay I’m willing to let Striker get away this time, only because this would be his 3rd time doing so and with the rule of 3s his last appearance will likely be his last. Let’s just hope it’s not with Crimson as along with how I think he won’t be hiring him again after this, its better to have Crimson be by himself in my Millie’s family episode idea.

OH I know that was going to happen. At least Blitzo redeemed himself, at least as much as a demon can.

The way Ozzie said Fizzy was adorable.

I like that scene of Stolas being happy about Fizz and Ozzie getting together, as it seems to express that if they can work together, he knows he and Blitzo can work together.

Okay though not pics, those statues are close to what I was getting at earlier. Thankfully Lilith wasn’t shown there, though for a second I thought she was as I personally think that lady succubus shares some physical traits with her. I mean look at it! It’s those Vaggie and Velvette Hellhounds all over again!

Was Ozzie surprised about the rain?

So I.M.P. will be getting a crystal to go on Earth now. It's a good backup way for them to keep working but I don't like how they are losing Stolas' book, as we never did see anyone try and utilize the other spells from it which I think could have led to some fun. Hopefully Blitzo and Stolas get together soon so Blitzo and co. can have access to the book again.

I sometimes wish that episodes had end credit scenes, as I could see a scene connected to tales about how Asmodeus was defeated by fish/smell of fish. In this case Fizz forgets to tell him he was around shark demons and before you know it Ozzie is having an allergic reaction.

This was one the best episodes in some time now. I loved how we got to finally learn about Fizz, (especially his past with Blitzo) but also Ozzie which gave us a lot of character and world building too. Even some unnecessary stuff like having Crimson and Striker having a role was great when I thought it wasn’t going to be.

One small thing I liked that I think we should focus on from this episode is the fact that deals with sins sound like they are ever binding, something I think is going to happen with Charlie in Hazbin Hotel. It’s very fitting for this idea I brought up involving her and Adam.

I’m also curious about what is going to happen with Crimson now. He likely still wants revenge on his son (or something else) but after failing to win against Ozzie, he is likely going to suffer some major drawbacks soon. Personally I think he is going to try and go out with a bang and I have just the episode where that can happen.

The weakest part about the episode was how the story quickly skimmed over the origins of Fizz’s accident and what caused him and Blitzo to drift apart. Again that was something they should have saved and went over more in a later episode, maybe the episode could have kept it a secret throughout the episode allowing fans to speculate what happened until it was eventually revealed.

The next episode is going to be another Fizz and Ozzie heavy episode, and though I can see us getting flashbacks to Blitzo and Fizz’s younger days where maybe we can learn more about what led to the accident and its aftermath along with what led to Fizz wanting to become a performer, I feel like most of the story is going to take place in the present.

With Mammon being the focus of Fizz’s upcoming show, I bet we will see Fizz and Ozzie having to deal with Mammon making fun of their relationship or put a lot of pressure on Fizz that he has a panic attack until Ozzie calms him down. We’ also likely see flashbacks about how they met and became a couple which leads them to just admitting they love each other to all of Hell during Fizz’s show.

This episode would be a nice chance to learn more about the sins, maybe learn about how they feel about one another, how they run Hell, and maybe see a new pic of Lucifer and Lilith before Hazbin Hotel starts airing?

There is also a chance this episode could have Blitzo and Stolas being in it and after seeing Fizz and Ozzie admit their feelings, the two decides to try dating and see where it leads? That or we see Loona Octavia appear at the performance and bond as friends.

What were your thoughts on the episode?

[g-on-ef]

People like Me break Beautiful things

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A/N: Hello beautiful people ^^ I'm back with a new story !!! This something that I've been dying to write since I read @ladyanaconda fic, guys if you can go give her stories/art a like she deserves all the love and praise in the world !!! Anywhore this idea has been brewing in my in my head for quiet some time now ^^ basically this is an Octavia x OC story with Blitzo x Striker as well so if you don't ship Blitzo x Striker than kindly leave oh and if you love stolas also leave he's not gonna be portray in a good light at all. But anywhore be prepared for a story of love angst heartache betrayal and Striker being a bad ass ^^ now enough of my babbling on with the show ^^

Summary: Sometimes when I'm alone I Cry, Cause I am on my own. The tears I cry are bitter and warm. They flow with life but take no form I Cry because my heart is torn. I find it difficult to carry on. If I had an ear to confiding, I would cry among my treasured friend, but who do you know that stops that long, to help another carry on. The world moves fast and it would rather pass by. Then to stop and see what makes one cry, so painful and sad. And sometimes… I Cry and no one cares about why.- Tupac

Octavia never thought she would know betrayal like many of her fellow royals did, she never thought that the one she gave her heart to would be the one to crush it.

She never thought that her best friend the love of her life would be the son of the man trying to murder her father...

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Chapter 1: Grey

She lied, she lied to them all when she said it was okay that her dad broke their promise and she lied when she said it was okay cause he was there.

If she was honest she wanted to laugh at the hellhound when she was telling her all that bullshit about dads trying their best hell how was she supposed to take that girls word seriously when she kicked her father in the balls?

If that speech came from someone else than maybe Via would have a better chance of believing it but coming from the hellhound and felt more like bullshit.

Octavia stared at the ceiling of her room, they came home and the first thing her dad did was grab the homewrecker and took him to his room.

Never in her life has she been grateful that her room was soundproof.

Taking a deep breath Via was about to go to sleep when her phone vibrated. She turned her head and picked it up.

It was a message...from him.

A smile a real smile bloomed across her face as she opened the app.

Come to the window

Confused Octavia did what the message said. Opening her window she almost squeal in delight at the person on her balcony.

Instead she ran to open arms that encircled around her and pulled her closer to a strong chest.

The smell of the desert mixed with leather and smoke filled her nose a smell that reminded her of home. Her real home.

"What are you doing here,"

The sound of rattling filled her ears, letting her know he was happy to see her as much as she was him.

"It's simple princessa I'm here to take you to see the stars,"

"What?"

She pulled away, she was a head taller than him and she wonder aside from being an imp what else he was mixed with because from his height was a head taller than the homewrecker and average imp.

"Yeah, you always talked about wanting to see the stars in Wrath and figured since your ma isn't here and your dad is busy doing Satan knows what with Satan knows who it'll be the perfect time to go visit Wrath."

Octavia looked at him and smiled.

"Sure let's-"

"OH my BLITZY"!

Octavia and the other looked up to see Stolas' head and watched as his body moved.

"The fuck?"

Octavia on the other hand.

"Let's go," she grabbed his hand and dragged him out the castle to the outside where his motorcycle was.

She grabbed the spear helmet and waited till he sat down.

"Do I wanna know," he asked as he started the bike"

He turned to face her.

"And I don't just mean your dad getting fucked by the 'homewrecker'"

She shook her head.

"No, just please Grey, please let's get out of here,"

The imp known as Grey felt his smile drop at the look of hurt and sadness on her. His heart hurt at seeing her like this and kept his growl as well as thoughts to himself, she needed comfort not a lecture and he will gladly take her anywhere so that she will never feel hurt again.

"Alright Princesa, let's get you out of here,"

He started the bike and took her far, far away from her home which was slowly becoming her own personal hell.

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A/N: good ??? Bad ??? Tell me what you guys think ^^

[sweet-demiboi]

Imagine being Stolas' and Blitzo's boyfriend

Guess who just wrote everything again~

Warnings: m!reader is a switch, also smut, you fuck Stolas, Blitzo fucks you, Stolas like fingers you ig, you are a demon, so can be read as poc ig

Also no Fem!Readers please.

- After Stolas and Blitzo finally became a couple, their sex life was still as interesting as before.

- Of course, now it was not just about pleasure anymore, but feelings and love.

- They both wanted to have a threeway though.

- But to find the perfect person for this wasn't as easy as it seemed. They both kept their eyes open but there was always something about their considered people that made it impossible for them to sleep with them.

- Until you cought Blitzo's eye on the street where his work place was.

- You were only a few weeks in hell, a rather small demon with purple skin and black horns. Your tail is roughly as long as Blitso's and you have pitch black eyes, your irises match the colour of your skin.

- And, goddamn, Blitzo just thinks you're SO hot.

- When he comes home he immediately tells Stolas everything he remembers about you and they both decide to look for you tomorrow.

- When they get to the street the next morning you are indeed there again.

- So, they don't waste any time and approach you.

- They both immediately start to flirt and tell you after a few minutes what they want.

- You agree. These two guys are like super hot to you and you almost don't get why they are interested in you.

- When you get to the palace you don't have time to admire it as they get you to the bedroom rather quickly.

- Blitzo fucks you in oblivion while you're laying on your chest.

"How does he feel, my love?", Stolas asks. You look to your left where he lies on his side, head supported by his hands.

"Amazing, Stolas", Blitzo answers, their voces barely audible through your moans.

- You're pretty sure that you never came as much as this night.

- Your second night with them comes quick and this time Stolas takes the bottom part.

- You love how submissive he looks up to you while you're gently thrusting your cock in and out of his mouth.

- Blitzo is going at it rather roughly though and Stolas enjoys it, you can clearly see.

"Fuck, this feels amazing", you groan.

Blitzo laughs a little "Doesn't it?" He sends you a flirty look and quickens his pace.

- Although all of you expected this to be a one-time-thing your third night approaches just as quick as the night before.

- And now they are using their toys on you. It's heaven in hell.

- Gags, dildos, vibrators, whips (although they are careful with that one), and handcuffs.

- You find out that it feels awesome to be tied to the bed while being mercilessly fucked by Blitzo.

You're lying in Stolas' lap, ass on full display, and your hands are, once again, cuffed.

"You shall count, (Y/N).", Blitzo says "Or shall we start all over again?"

"No!", you cry out "T-ten...", Stolas caresses your cheek with his soft hand "You're doing so good, little darling", he whispers.

Later that night you're once again getting fucked by that handsome imp. He thursts into you with an incredible pace while Stolas uses a vibrater on the tip of your cock.

His mouth is latched to your skin, more specific, your nipples and you're a moaning, whimpering, and aching mess for them.

- When you wake up in the morning it's the first time that you're not alone in the big bed.

- Stolas and Blitzo are lying next to you, cuddled up and still sleeping.

- Although you feel a little left out, you have to smile.

- They look so cute together.

- When you roll over, you feel a piercing pain in your ass, and you yelp.

- Of course, Stolas' owl-ears must hear that sound, and a soft hand grabs your arm, keeping you in place.

"Is everything alright, little darling?", he asks a bit concerned.

"I have a damn pain in my ass.", you admit.

"No wonder", Stolas grins and you laugh shyly "Would you like to come here and cuddle?", he asks softly.

You're pretty damn sure that you're blushing like an idiot right now "Y-yeah, I'd lo- like to. I-I mean if it doesn't bother you, a-and you're comfortable with it. But, uh, yeah, I uhm-"

"Just come here", Blitzo says, he had woken up too.

He rolls a little to the side, so you have some space in the middle of them.

Your back is pressed to Stolas's soft chest and you're face to face with Blitzo. They both have slung one arm around you, and you need to concentrate on not tearing up right now.

- In your fourth night you got to be fucked by Stolas for the first time.

- Of course, Blitzo had told him how amazing you felt and the owl-demon wanted a taste himself now.

- They take turns fucking you, and you come each time.

- It's amazing. While Blitzo is always so rough and good, Stolas is more gentle and flirty turned, you're getting turned on so much by him.

- He's mostly fucking you in missionary, enjoying your facial expressions, and eyes full of lust, when you beg him to go harder.

- He loves teasing you, stopping a little step before your climax and then starting all over again.

- Blitzo is smoking beside you and it's just so hot how his eyes travel over your body with no shame at all.

"Stolas, please...", you pant "I can't *gulp* I can't take it anymore. Please, let me cum.", you beg him. He denied you five orgasms in a row now and your body is already so sweaty from the exhaustion.

Stolas chuckles and lets his finger glide over your jaw, you lift your head submissively, and he lets out an excited squeak.

He turns his head to Blitzo "What do you think, my love?"

Blitzo grins devilish and you know that it's going to be a long night.

- You were right. They had taken turns on fucking you a couple more rounds, teasing you, and denying your orgasms, but overall you LOVED it.

- You're lying in the sheets, exhausted and sweaty, but so, so satisfied.

- You can hear Blitzo going out of the room, and then you feel a warm, damp towel on your chest, whiping several liquids off your body.

- When you open your eyes, you see Stolas cleaning you up gently, taking care of your body.

- He softly smiles at you and pecks you on your forhead after wiping it off and gently brushing your hair, that sticked to it, behind your ear.

- You smile tiredly at him and lean into his touch.

"How are you feeling, little dear?", he asks.

"So satisfied", you whisper and he chuckles "Good"

Blitzo is in the room again, he hands Stolas a tray with several fruits, snacks and drinks on it.

They get you in a sitting position and you start eating, after thanking Blitzo with shining eyes. You chit chatter about silly things until your eyes are getting heavy.

Stolas notices and they turn off the lights to cuddle up with you, kissing your neck and once again telling you how good you were for them.

- Your fifth night is even more special than the nights before. After the sex you make out with both of them for the first time.

- You're in complete bliss from your climaxes before and now you even have their long tongues in your mouth.

- Stolas kisses you first. Soft and gentle as he always is afterwards. His tongue plays with your own and slings itself around yours, it feels awesome.

- You're sitting on his lap, and his hands are on your ass while yours are travelling around his neck.

- Blitzo is just as eager as his boyfriend to feel your lips on his. He basically throws you onto the mattress and kisses you fiercly.

- You moan in his mouth and he bites down on your lower lip, then his tongue slides right into your mouth, dominating you at its finest.

- When he gets off of you, you look at him with shining eyes and swollen lips, smiling.

Stolas takes this opportunity and starts to speak "(Y/N), Bitzy here and I thought about something. We do both feel a deeper connection to you and we do both want more than sex. What do you think of the idea of having a date with us, little darling?"

Blitzo looks at you with a smile and hope in his eyes, you grin and laugh "I thought, you'd never ask."

Stolas squeaks and hugs you, Blitzo joins soon after and they both kiss all over your face.

"I love you both.", you whisper. They smile at eachother "We love you too", Blitzo assures.

BONUS:

- Blitzo is always bragging about you and Stolas to Moxxie and Millie, and they just think it's super cute.

- Y'all discovered that having sex in the bathroom is really good, but the bathtub is too small for all three of you, so Stolas ordered a whirlpool instead.

- Stolas and you love teasing Blitzo with sexy outfits, and making out together in front of him.

- Blitzo loves getting you off with his tail slung around your cock, while Stolas is watching.

- You three are horny af, almost everytime.

- Your realationship is not all about sex though.

- You three definetly have a deep connection to each other and are thankfully not easyly jeallous.

- You would go through heaven for each other.

[jayswritings13]

Helluva: s/o with big breasts

rRequest: "Hey! I was wondering if you could do blitzo and Moxxie and Millie with a s/o who has big breasts if not that is ok!" by @kawaiimew

Note: The reader is gender-neutral, but has breasts/a female presenting body.

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Blitzø

He will ask to play with them.

DON'T THINK THAT HE WON'T.

Blitzø loves nothing more than to rest his head on them after a long day at I.M.P.

He will defiantly try to get you to wear outfits that are more revealing in the cleavage area.

"I am not wearing this to your company party, Blitzø!"

"And why the fuck not?"

"Two pasties and a mesh top are hardly considered business casual attire to your company party!"

"I made the damn dress code!"

"I'm not showing your employees my boobs, Blitzø."

"Then I'll just have to call you into my office and sneak a peak."

He settles for a dress where a significant amount of cleavage shows, but is still passable for a casual business outfit in Hell.

He will make comments about your chest size all the time, especially in public and in front of his employees.

You've gotten so many texts and calls from Moxxie about how much Blitzø talks about it and how if their company actually had an HR, he'd be in deep shit.

You tried to ask him why he likes your chest so much, to which he usually just remarks about how fun and hot they are.

Whether or not that is his actual answer or just the answer he tells you, you'll never know.

Moxxie

Moxxie is a gentleman, and you always loved that about him.

But, oh man, does he really get bashful and flustered whenever you wear anything low cut.

Once he gets past his bashfulness, he just kind of stares in awe of you.

"You don't have to just stare, Mox."

"I-uh, I know that." He grinned sheepishly.

"Then why are you still staring at me like that?" You smirked, leaning in closer to Moxxie.

"I like looking at you." He sighed, "You're gorgeous."

It was always the simplest things that Moxxie said to you that made your heart flutter.

He always makes sure to ask permission to touch you before doing so, even though you always tell him that he doesn't have to.

So, when he just touch you without asking, your heart stops and your eyes remain on him, shocked by the sudden change.

Shocked, but ecstatically waiting for Moxxie's next move.

Lingerie is Moxxie's weakspot.

He loves it and loses all function to speak when he sees you.

"You like?" You smirk, walking over towards the white-haired imp.

"I...uh," Moxxie stuttered, trying so hard to not let his eyes wander too much, but they eventually dip lower and lower. "L-like? I love it!"

Millie

BEAR HUGS!!

She loves to give you hugs all the time!

Mostly to sneak a grab at your chest, but you still love her hugs nonetheless.

Millie loves to rest her head on your chest, especially after a long day at I.M.P.

She just finds you to be warm and comfortable, and exactly what she needs to relax.

Millie loves how comfortable your chest is, especially seeing as she doesn't have much going on up top compared to you.

"Ah!"

"Hun....."

"That thing is a death trap and I hate it so much!" You growled, discarding the bra, and letting it drop to the floor.

"......Don't wear one!" Millie suggested, grinning.

"Mils.."

"No, I'm serious. If ya hate them that much, don't wear one!"

Millie is more than willing to give backrubs anytime, as she knows how uncomfortable a bra can be and can only imagine how it must be for you.

Millie is always surprising you with cute tops and such, that often require no bra, especially since she knows how much you dislike them.

She makes sure to always have a heating pad or an ice pack just in case you come over and your chest is sensitive and bothering you. Honesty, she's a real sweetheart when it comes to that stuff.

[tumb1rprincess]

Okay, I just watched the new Helluva Boss episode and I’m still kind of reeling from it.  The fact that Stolas and Blitzo actually met when they were kids, ugh, they’ve known each other for so long!  And they were so adorable as kids.  And we finally get some more backstory on Stolas and Stella’s marriage!  I know people have said in the past that Stella deserved at least a little sympathy after Stolas cheated on her, but after how she acted towards him, you understand why he did it.  Heck, he probably felt like he was getting even, and that cheating on her would even out all the verbal abuse he had to put up with.

Seeing how Stolas and Blitzo actually had sex for the first time makes his earlier sexual personality all the more tragic for me.  Yes, we all makes jokes that Stolas is a horny owl, but after Stella treated him like shit and put him down for so long, he felt like Blitzo was the first person to actually want him and make him feel good.  No wonder he likes having sex with him.

And dear God, that final scene with Stolas and Stella, and how he finally puts his foot down and grabs her hand before she can slap him, that gave me chills and almost cry.  He’s finally standing up for himself, but at the same time, he knows what he’s done is costing him.  Stella said that he would pay for cheating on her, and I’m just wondering the show has in mind to make good on her threat.  His relationship with his daughter is broken in a lot of ways, it’s probably only a matter of time before nobody in his upper-class circle respects him anymore and he becomes a joke because of his relationship with Blitzo.  What else can he lose?

[ravenwitch45]

Maybe once things are patched up between V and Blitz the Succubi Crew starts showing interest in I.M.P? Like they wanna learn how to use guns, knives, create makeshift weapons and bombs, etc. What would each members' specialty be?

Oh this is a really good ask, I'll try to do my best to give it justice, I also decided to include Verosika and Vortex just to cover bases if your not just referring to the background succubi.

Verosika and her crew getting interested in weapons and I.M.P teaching them and what they like using.

Verosika: She took a while to admit she was interested, to her even though her and Blitzo made up she still tries to avoid him cause it's awkward and she thought it would be even more awkward to ask her ex boyfriend to teach her how to use a gun. But after all the others did it she relented and walked across the hall with the excuse it was ONLY to avoid another situation with the Human Police (It's not because she thinks learning how to use weapon would be cool, no of course not). But even then to me She feels like a minimalist, only carrying around the most basic stuff and outright refusing to use makeshift stuff or bombs, she finds them too messy, I think she would carry around a small pistol (Perhaps bedazzled cause she's glam) and maybe something like a butterfly knife, and would probably keep them in her boot (Cause having them in pockets would ruin her silhouette)

Vortex: Personally I can't see him using a weapon, I think he would probably fight like Loona but probably with less slashes and more grabs and throws. That's all I have to say for him honestly, maybe a barbed baseball bat, i don't know

Josh: Knives. Knife king, he just get's obsessed with every type of knife and will now be carrying at least ten on his person at all times. Every kind, Butterfly, switch blade, bow tie knife, throwing knives just a ton of blades so much so anyone who touches him has a 50% chance of getting pricked, Also has lowkey done that knife circle thing the Joker did in Suicide Squad and Ace walked in and Josh was just like "What?"

Coco: I honestly see her just packing a baseball bat and using it to chuck grenades at whatever is unfortunate to look a like a good target. It's a show that Apple enjoys watching, while all the others are just looking on in terror at the sight. silently wondering why she doesn't just work at I.M.P.

Apple: Makeshift Queen. Ever play Dead Rising? I haven't but you get to combine almost everything you find into weapons and that is Apple's style in a nutshell. She will make stuff as simple as the humble board with nails in it to something as ludicrous as another board she covered in razor blades from shavers she stole from everyone else. Everyone tries to keep a close eye on their personal belongings from now on or else Apple will make a weapon out of it. It will be good but your not getting stuff back.

Kat: They adore any weapon that makes everything chaotic. So he's get's interested in automatic firearms and explosives, AKA an Uzi and just a ton of different explosives which he will detonate as he laughs maniacally. Sadly he doesn't really get much chance to do that but everyone knows to keep him away from someone who might annoy them or else the concert will literally go up in flames.

Milky: Ohhhh... Her and Millie would be fast friends. Milky get's teased about her height a lot and now she has a perfect reaction to those people. Pull out a knife, baseball bat, sword, axe or any variety of melee weapon to terrify them into silence, This is lowkey how she got Kat to stop picking on her. Her and Millie also borrow eachother's weapons just to try new stuff out once in a while.

Kiki: Is the polar opposite of her brother's style, Instead of intentionally making things chaotic Kiki likes to end things with a single well aimed shot. That is to say she's a really good sniper that Moxxie trained so she's even better, She is kinda bitter she can't bring her rifle most of the time but she will sneak it with her sometimes just for target practice.

Ace: The Messier the better, He likes shot guns, Baseball bats, generally just anything that's bound to have a lot of blood splatter and Verosika just knows Blitzo is giving him all this stuff but he won't admit it so she just groans and tries to have Ace calm down a bit so no one ends up covered in blood by the time any fight they end up in is over. Also Ace and Josh fighting together is just... cool melee power couple stuff I guess.

[hazbincalifornia]

Stable

Chapter 57: Blitzo visits some horses.

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Blitzo dotted the stars in the sky behind the portrait of Spindle with his paintbrush, beautiful in all her red and spikey bits. He hoped she was doing well wherever she was. The air crackled slightly, and he set the poster board down and untied his apron, turning towards the intrusion as Stolas opened a portal in the middle of the room. He looked down at Blitzo, offering up a hand before glancing at the board.

“Oh, it looks lovely!”

“Of course it does, I made it. I needed a few more homey touches on the walls, y’know? Maybe it’ll be like she’s protecting her for real.”

“That’s a wonderful sentiment.” Stolas admired the painting for a few moments before nodding back to the portal. “Are you ready?”

“Yeah, although I still don’t know what I’m ready for. If you give me a heart attack, that’s on you, got it? It’s your responsibility to pry the baby out of my twitching corpse.”

Stolas chuckled at that as Blitzo reached up to grab his hand. “Yes, yes, I understand, but I’m sure you’ll like it, darling.”

“I’d better.” He cracked his back with his free hand, feeling his back arch as the bra he’d had to adjust to wearing the past few days dragged on his skin. “I’m not sure how many more surprises I’ve got in me- the little fucker’s getting really goddamn heavy.”

“Oh, I’m not surprised- we’re so close!” Stolas’s grin spread across his face as he scooped Blitzo up and stepped through the portal, getting barely a protest as the imp settled into his arms. He’d take a little bit of carrying if it helped save his energy for this… whatever it was. It had better include lunch of some kind, they were getting down to toast again considering he'd wiped out half the fridge in the last two days.

“I wore comfy but nice clothes since that was apparently important,” Blitzo said, plucking at the shirt he’d chosen- a red polo with a little logo of a fire-stallion in the lower left corner and a pair of stretchy dress pants. He’d even opted for a different pair of boots that were all black, although that was less to do with wanting to dress up and more to do with the fact that his ankles felt like they were four times the size they should be. Stolas, meanwhile, had donned a deep purple shirt scattered with little white beads that looked like stars and a pair of black pants. A familiar scent drifted through the air as Blitzo looked up to see an orange sky, tail flicking as he opened his mouth.

“I found a lovely little ranch!” Stolas said before he could ask, turning to walk those long-ass legs of his down the path to what appeared to be a stable. “I thought it would be nice to get to visit some horses for the day, the rancher assured me that they’re all of fine temperament so it should be perfectly safe.”

Blitzo’s eyes widened as he caught a corral to the left, two gorgeous mares chewing on hunks of meat.

“Howdy!” A tall, muscular imp woman with hair cropped short under a brown cowboy hat and a cut-off top tied off at the bottom waved over at them. “It was Blitzo, right?”

Stolas nodded, setting Blitzo down, who immediately waddled over to the fence to stare at the pair with glittering eyes.

“They’re beautiful…”

“They are,” the rancher agreed, and Blitzo could kind of tell that she was smiling from the tone, but mostly he was transfixed by the way the right one’s dark pelt shimmered under the sweltering sun. Already, his polo was starting to stick to his skin, but he couldn’t care less- it had been ages since he’d been able to see horses in real life, see the way the muscles rippled under their coats and they whinnied as they chewed at their meal…

“I wanted to take a few pictures, would that be alright?” Stolas set a hand on his shoulder, and he jolted.

“Can we take them in there?” Blitzo asked, pointing forward at the pair.

“Sure thing, as long as you’re not trying to spook ‘em. Ethelia is the white one with the fire mane on the left, Bunny is the black one on the right. I’m Kat.” She followed them over to the fence before unlocking it. “The prince said you had some experience with them?”

“Yeah, used to help take care of some of ours back at the circus and took a few lessons years ago,” Blitzo said, bouncing on his heels before taking off into the corral. The horses looked up at him, but his top speed when slowed by babygut was apparently not considered enough of a threat to do anything besides stare. (Admittedly, the fact that Kat was whistling at them and following right behind probably helped.)

“Alright, he’s gonna come up and pet you, that sound good, baby?” Kat cooed, stepping around him and stroking Bunny’s forehead. “He’ll be nice, he looked like a kid getting extra candy for the day when he caught sight of you.”

“Did you raise them?” Blitzo asked, raising a hand in front of Bunny as Kat pulled away, and she nodded, tail snapping like a whip.

“Sure did! Ethelia was my brother’s, but Bunny’s been my baby since she was born right over there. They’re great for rounding up the pigs, and they’re both right beauts.”

“Sure are,” Blitzo half-breathed as Bunny’s muzzle nudged forward, allowing his fingers contact with the glossy hair. Kat leaned down and scooped up a hunk of what smelled like fresh corpse, dropping it in his hand. Blitzo flattened his palm before offering it, unable to help a laugh at Bunny licked it right up while tickling the skin below in the process. She stank of shampoo and blood and something distinctly horsey that he could never pin down as anything more specific than that, but he breathed it in and let out only when his lungs started aching.

He shifted his hand to the side of her neck to stroke it as Stolas dropped a hat on his head. When he looked up, the brim indicated that it was a borrowed cowboy hat, and the pigskin leather stank like one too. Stolas smiled, tipping one of his own as Ethelia trotted off, content to settle down on the other end of the corral and give them their space.

“I thought it might be nice to go for a theme. You don’t have to if you don’t want to, though.”

“Nah, I want to keep the sun out of my eyes anyway.” Blitzo adjusted it before going back to petting Bunny. She gave a pleased nicker, nosing forward to blow hot air on his shirt, and he couldn’t help a laugh. “Eager, aren’t you, girl?”

“She certainly seems to like you- we do riding lessons and B’s always been the friendly one, but she caught on right quick,” Kat said with a little laugh. “She can always tell which are the ones that’ll treat her right, I suppose. You wanna turn around for your bird-boy?”

“Fine, if it’ll get me more Bunny-time,” Blitzo said with a little huff as Kat stepped back- there was a camera on a tripod next to the fence that he’d completely missed coming in, and she picked it up and carried it over.

“Alright, say Horsey.”

“Horsey!” Stolas chirped half a second before Blitzo did, and the camera flashed as Kat gave a thumbs-up.

“You want a few with a focus on the belly? People usually like that.”

“You take a lot of pictures like this?” Blitzo raised an eyebrow, and she nodded.

“Mhm. Mondays and Fridays are when I do lessons and photoshoots. There aren’t a ton of pregnancy ones compared to eager little kids, but they come up.” She shrugged. “So, belly or not?”

Blitzo’s hand drifted down to his stomach before he nodded. “Yeah.” He grabbed at Stolas’s wrist, yanking him down to his knee with a surprised hoot that got a laugh out of Kat. “You did this, you want to show it off?”

“Oh, if you insist.” Still, Stolas’s eyes were bright as he set one hand on either side of Blitzo’s stomach, framing it like a prized pumpkin with his cheek nuzzled above one of them. Kat shifted from one foot to the other, looking between them with something Blitzo couldn’t quite parse, but she pushed up a smile after a few seconds that tugged at her cheeks like someone had hooked the edges.

“Yeesh, you two look sappy. That’s perfect.” She paused. “With a baby that big, you’ve got to be a strong bitch, unless they’ve got hollow bones.”

Blitzo puffed out his chest with a grin. “Oh, you know it, sister. I’m gonna have abs of steel when she’s out.”

She snapped off a few more pictures, including one where Blitzo had been carefully lifted up onto Bunny’s back with his twitchy belly resting against the shimmery blood-black coat. He couldn’t help the way that his tail squirmed against her loins when her muscles rolled beneath him, and he took in the way she felt, smelled, was. Power beneath his fingertips. He nudged in with his heels to see if he could get her to start walking, but she just snorted and tossed her head.

A little kick from inside right then agreed that it was still completely worth it.

“Stolas.”

“Yes, darling?”

“I want to stay here forever.”

“Are you sure about that? I think your other daughter would miss you.”

“That’s fine, she can come live here too.”

“And after we just got settled in the apartment?” Stolas teased.

Blitzo opened his mouth to reply before there was movement from the stable. Kat said “Rosebud, baby, we’re busy!” just loud enough to be heard, leaving her camera and walking over to the rustling.

“There are more?”

“At the moment, just Rosebud.” Kat clicked her tongue. “You can see her if you’d like, but she’s not trained to handle people as well as her momma yet, so if she bites your fingers you’ve got to promise not to sue me.”

“Done,” Blitzo said, reaching his arms out with grabby-fingers so Stolas could lift him back down. “She’s a foal?”

“A yearling,” Kat said, opening the door to reveal a horse easily a fourth the size of the other two with a coat so deep red it looked like imp and human blood had soaked into it at the same time. She stumbled at the first step before trotting over and sniffing curiously at him. Kat leaned against the door. “I bet you still smell like the food you gave Bunny. Watch out for that shirt of yours.”

“I’ve got more,” Blitzo half-muttered, hand already brushing over her mane before she nuzzled his middle, giving his stomach a little lick. “There’s a little foal in there too, isn’t that bitchin'?”

Rosebud snorted, ears pointed forward as she pressed her nose against his chest.

“Hey, woah, that milk’s for my kid, not you. You’d probably bite the nipple off.”

“Try scratching her left side, by the withers,” Kat called out, and Blitzo stretched his arm to just behind the neck, scratching where she’d instructed and getting another contented snort as she kept nuzzling into him. At that, Kat whistled. “Damn, she likes you too. I hope her next owner takes to her as well.”

Stolas tilted his head.

“Next owner?”

“Mhm, I’m going to be selling her in the next few months. She’s been weaned for a while already,” Kat said.

Blitzo, who was currently squished between Bunny and Rosebud, was paying the other two about as much attention as the ass-end of a hand model and was far more interested in wringing out as much Horse Time as possible. He scooped up a handful of the meat from the pile using his claws and offered it to Rosebud, who licked it right out of his hands before nickering and licking his belly again, this time getting bits of blood all over. Blitzo, frankly, couldn't care less. Clothes always looked better when they had a little bit of blood on them anyway.

Bunny leaned her head down and started snuffling over his horns as he continued to scratch at Rosebud, cooing all the while.

“You’re a sweet little thing aren’t you, you’re perfect, daddy thinks you’re very good, yes you are, you’re going to grow up nice and strong like your momma…”

“Blitzy?”

“Huh?” He jolted as Stolas walked back over- when had he left? “What?”

“Would you… like to keep her?” Stolas’s claws shuffled in the half-dried grass, dirt scuffing up to stain the bottom of his pants below the markings on his knees from when Blitzo had tugged him down. “I- I wanted to ask this time, but we have room in the stable, and… it would be lovely if our daughter got to have a horse to grow up with, that you two could bond over.”

“Are you- are you serious?” Blitzo’s eyes blew wide as he turned to look at Rosebud, who inquisitively blinked at him.

“Serious as first sin, darling. She’s yours if you want her.”

Blitzo turned to Kat, who shrugged.

“I’m selling her either way, as long as you take good care of her, you hear? Our babies deserve the best, so treat her right. She’s a bit of a spitfire if she doesn’t like you, but I bet you she’ll grow up loyal as anything.”

He buried his face in Rosebud’s side, inhaling the scent of hay and grass, before a smile twitched across his mouth as his legs trembled, forcing him to sit down. Rosebud followed, settling her muzzle atop his belly as her legs folded below her.

“She’s no Spindle, but she looks sweet,” Stolas said, a little quieter this time, and Blitzo nodded as the Wrathian sun beat down.

“Yeah. Yeah, that sounds perfect.”

“I’ll arrange things with Kat later, that doesn’t have to be done today,” Stolas said, allowing Blitzo his moment as he sat down next to him. The breeze ruffled his feathers as the dirt brushed at his sleeves when he let his hands rest on the ground, wine purple on black on brown.

There was nothing but their breathing for a few moments. Rosebud relaxed over Blitzo’s gut while he stroked over her mane, cooing all the while. It had been so long since he’d gotten to see horses anywhere but movies or pictures, and having one right on top of him that was going to be his, that he could help her grow up with…

“Thank you.” He looked up at Stolas, whose smile was softer than melted butter.

“I believe I did say I could get you a horse if you asked at the start of this, did I not?”

“I really should have taken you up on that earlier, but I couldn’t exactly fit one in the office,” Blitzo said, feeling a pleased squirm inside of him. (Or maybe she was annoyed that Rosebud’s smushing was taking up some of her precious space, he didn’t exactly speak baby-wriggle.)

“You’ll just have to visit,” Stolas said, stroking one finger up Rosebud’s side and getting a little growl, causing him to snap his hand back and getting a snort out of Blitzo.

“Looks like she already knows who the boss is.”

“Duly noted,” Stolas said, flexing his fingers before snapping them. “That does remind me though! I had another invitation I’d like to extend, if you were willing to spare another day or two.”

“Mm?” Blitzo said, focused on the warm breaths against him as Rosebud’s left ear flicked. “Stolas, you just said you’d buy me a horse, you could say you wanted my face as a seat for a month and I’d agree to it right now.”

Stolas chuckled. “I know it will be close to the due date, so of course if the baby arrives before then you’re exempt, but there’s a special duty that I have to perform here in Wrath, and I would be honored if you’d come along to watch. You and your employees, if you’d like to bring them.” He leaned forward, nodding upwards to the sky with white pupils excitedly glowing before bouncing back down to meet Blitzo’s.

“Have you ever heard of the Harvest Moon Festival?”

[drades-lair]

Father Pt3

Fandom: Helluva Boss

Pairings: Striker / Original male character, Blitzo/Stolas

Rating: T

Striker woke up to the warmth of sun beams on his skin filtering through the tall, rounded glass windows. Groaning irritably, he ran a hand over his face then sat up only now realizing that Calus was missing. Frowning slightly Striker slid out of bed to head to the bathroom for a quick shower before dressing to join everybody downstairs. Striker smiled slightly upon seeing Calus sitting downstairs in the banquet in the kitchen holding a mug of coffee while Stolas was standing at the counter preparing a kettle. Blitz sat across from Calus also sipping a mug of coffee as he watched Stolas like a hawk and a glance outside revealed Hexas sitting under the large tree in the garden, cigarette in one hand while the other was holding a mug of coffee. Striker let out a huffed breath then went to get a mug of coffee for himself, Calus watched over the lip of his mug as Striker pensively poured himself a coffee, he could tell his mate was lost in his thoughts. A look spread across Striker's face of determination as he headed for the double French glass doors. Calus smiled behind his mug as Striker headed over to Hexas clearly ready to talk things over with the older imp.

"So how longs it been since Striker saw his father last?" Stolas wondered curiously, walking over to join Blitz and Calus at the table with the banquet.

"I'm not sure, he was 16 when everything happened, so...30 odd years," Calus guessed.

"Wow, in all that time they never ran into one another till now?" Blitz interjected curiously raising an eyebrow.

"Nope," Calus confirmed simply, placing his mug down on the table.

"Striker had a good relationship with his father, right?" Stolas inquired.

"As far as I know," Calus once again confirmed.

"Then why the weird tension?" Blitz asked in turn, gesturing absently with his free hand.

"I think Strikers just uncertain what to say or do. Having been separated for so long... I mean Striker thought his father was dead." Calus explained with a soft smile.

Striker managed to start a conversation with Hexas eventually explaining everything about his life from the time he disappeared. Hexas felt a slew of emotions over the course of Striker's story, anger, sorrow, anguish, pride, relief, even happiness especially when he watched a genuine smile cross Striker’s face when he described his relationship with Calus. Hexas explained his own story although it was much shorter mostly consisting of him wondering hells rings, by the end of it all noon had rolled around leading to Stolas calling them for lunch. Wondering back inside Striker was greeted by Calus who smiled at him.

"Everything okay?" Calus gently asked as Striker walked over to him.

"Yeah, everythin' is fine," Striker confirmed.

"Alright, lets go have lunch," Calus encouraged with a soft chuckle.

Hexas followed behind the rest watching as Striker coiled his tail around Calus' eliciting a smile from the older imp. After eating Hexas was sitting for a few moments reading a paper that had been nearby when his wrists started to ache again, Calus had healed them but there was still some damage. Ignoring the pain was simple however the sudden head rush was harder to ignore, shaking his head slightly Hexas tried to figure out why he was feeling so off suddenly. Hexas stood from table with one hand on its surface while the other moved to his throbbing head.

"Hmm? Dad?" Striker asked furrowing his brow.

"Hexas?" Calus asked in turn already pushing up from his chair.

"I'm fine...I'm just gonna go lay down for a bit," Hexas stated trying desperately to hide his discomfort only to stumble when he attempted to take a step, grabbing the table to stay upright.

"Whoa! Easy," Calus exclaimed managing to come up behind Hexas just in time, wrapping his hands around the older imp's upper arms to help hold him up.

"Dad!? What's goin' on?" Striker questioned; concern clearly laced in his tone as he came along side his father.

"Ugh...I don't know..." Hexas groaned out as he clamped a hand to his head, eyes closed to block out some of the pain.

"Alright, try to relax. The sitting room is just over there, let's take and get you settled on the couch," Calus suggested gesturing to a doorway off the dinning area.

Hexas allowed Calus to assist him in getting to the sitting room where he sat on the couch, head still throbbing as his heart seemed to race.

"Ok, what are you feeling? Tell me your symptoms," Calus insisted.

"My head is throbbin', my heart feels like its gonna burst outta my chest, my wrists are achin’, and I feel like I'm on fire, that about cover it?" Hexas growled slightly.

"Let me see your wrists," Calus instructed, holding out his hands. Hexas presented one of his bandaged wrists which Calus unwrapped revealing the small amount of damage he'd left had spread and reopened. Calus could smell something odd coming from the injuries, something sweet yet with a tail end of sour to it.

"Do you have any other wounds?" Calus asked, tone taking on a hurried quality to it.

"Huh? Oh, yeah. I have a cut on my side...but its nothin'" Hexas revealed.

"Show me!" Calus demanded.

Hexas cocked a confused eyebrow for a moment but pulled up his shirt regardless, revealing a nasty cut on his right side. The cut was crudely bandaged yet Calus could already see the irritated red flesh poking from around the bandage. Gently Calus removed the makeshift bandage revealing the full cut, it was deep red in color with the same smell coming from it as Hexas's wrists and it was weeping with infection.

"When did Ya get that?" Striker insisted.

"A couple weeks back...after bein' thrown in that dungeon," Hexas answered with a grunt as he winced in pain.

"Why didn't Ya tell us yesterday?" Striker demanded out of concerned frustration.

"I didn't think it was...this bad," Hexas retorted.

"It's infected but I think you've been poisoned as well," Calus revealed.

"Poisoned? Then why now? Why am I only feelin' the effects now," Hexas wondered in disbelief.

"Probably because you were stationary in the dungeon, calm, but when we freed you and started moving you around it caused the poison to work around your blood stream," Calus answered simply, still having a closer look at the cut on Hexas's side.

"What do we do?" Striker wondered.

"I'll talk to Stolas about getting an antidote and I'll ask the servants to get me somethings from the infirmary. In the meantime, we'll take you to your room and get you settled," Calus stated already standing up.

Calus helped Hexas stand next then assisted him to the guest room where he let Striker get him settled while Calus spoke with Stolas and the servants. Once Calus returned Striker was standing beside Hexas, gingerly patting a cool cloth around his face. Calus gently started assessing Hexas's wounds both on his wrists as well as the cut to his side, grabbing another cloth from the washroom to start cleaning the injuries. Eventually the servants brought everything Calus had requested allowing him to start treatment, Hexas grunted in agony as Calus thoroughly cleaned the wounds with antiseptic then stitched them before bandaging. Till an antidote could be used for the poison Calus didn't want to heal the wounds with his magic as it might trap it inside.

"Feathers gonna be able ta make an antidote?" Striker wondered, a thick layer of concern underlying his tone.

"He should be able too, I gave him a blood sample from Hexas," Calus confirmed.

"Humph...just my luck...ta get poisoned..." Hexas huffed a laugh through pained winces.

"Try to remain still and calm, I've done all I can for the moment but hopefully Stolas will have an antidote soon," Calus explained.

"Don't worry...about me...I'll be fine," Hexas huffed another laugh despite wincing from the pain.

"Shut the fuck up already, you've been poisoned! Can Ya at least take it seriously?" Striker implored showing more emotion than he intended in the moment.

"Striker, believe it or not this ain't the first time I've been poisoned," Hexas flatly informed his son.

"That's not comforting," Striker retorted pulling back on his emotions.

Hexas pushed himself into a sitting position, draping one arm over his thigh while crooking the other leg and draping his other arm over his knee. Striker took the cloth he'd been using back to the washroom to refresh it while Hexas brought a hand up to rub over his face with a groan.

"He always like that?" Hexas wondered absently to Calus who had watched Striker leave.

"For the most part...although I will tell you that he's not normally that concerned about someone," Calus stated.

"Hmm, I appreciate it...but I don't deserve it," Hexas mumbled under his breath.

"Personally, I think you don't give yourself enough credit," Calus offered.

Striker returned with the cloth having cooled it down again. Hexas watched as Striker placed the cloth on the back of his neck, appreciating the coolness against his heated skin before giving a small nod to Striker. True to his word Hexas was able to maintain himself till Stolas came to the room with a vial in one hand and a syringe in the other.

"That the antidote?" Calus asked.

"Yes, fortunately the poison is a mild one," Stolas retorted moving along side the bed next to Hexas.

"What Ya need from me?" Hexas asked.

"Just lay down then I'll inject the antidote you may feel a slight burning pain and the symptoms may get worse for a short time," Stolas warned filling the syringe with the contents of the vial.

Hexas nodded his understanding as he laid down in a comfortable position. Stolas set the empty vial on the bedside table then gently pushed Hexas's head to the side before injecting the substance into his neck. Hexas winced slightly, catching sight of Striker watching from behind Stolas with a worried expression on his face. Calus moved to Striker's side, a hand coming to lightly rest on the small of the pale imp's back as he leaned down to nuzzle briefly at his mate's temple.

"You should rest, we can come check on you in a little while," Stolas suggested.

"Alright, that's a good idea. Come on Striker," Calus agreed, guiding Striker gingerly towards the door.

Striker did follow Calus out of the room however it was reluctant as he looked back one last time at Hexas with a worried frown on his features. Back in their guest room Striker immediately headed out to the patio, planting both hands on the stone railing with a small snarl of frustration while Calus watched from inside the room, releasing an exasperated sigh. Striker stared off into the horizon as memories moved to the forefront of his mind that he’d not thought of for years.

Memory…

Hexas stared down at a very small, much younger Striker who was flushed in the face laying in a metal frame bed under a large quilt. Striker’s white hair was sticking around his paler than normal face as he panted softly with little whimpering moans, a damp cloth on his forehead as Hexas frowned deeply before leaving the room. Shouting could be heard from the room over between Hexas and Striker’s mother.

“He needs a doctor!” Hexas barked.

“Then fucking take him too one, I’m too busy!” Striker’s mother barked back angrily.

“I…I don’t have enough money, please Vanity…I’ll pay you back with interest,” Hexas begged, tone softening in his desperation.

“Ugh! Seriously!? I didn’t even want that little brat! Now you expect me to give up my hard-earned money just because he’s got a little cold?” Vanity groused in a whinny tone.

“Yes! Yer his mother for fuck’s sake!” Hexas retorted getting irritable again.

“And you’re his father, seriously Hexas…I should have never married you! You’re useless!” Vanity retorted angrily.

“Are Ya serious? I’ve done everythin’ for Ya! I pay the bills, pay for Striker’s schoolin’, his cloths, anythin’ he needs, I also pay for yer ticket to lust and back every damn day! What do you spend yer money on?” Hexas demanded.

“Important things, like my nails, my hair, my…body,” Vanity responded cupping her breasts with a smirk and a slight chuckle.

“More important than me or yer son?” Hexas retorted with a scowl.

“Like I said, I never wanted the little brat, but whatever if it’ll make you happy here. A hundred dollars however you better pay me back 200 when your good crop gets sold,” Vanity scoffed handing over a hundred-dollar bill to Hexas who reluctantly took it. 

“Fine,” Hexas agreed clearly feeling disgust as he accepted the money.

Vanity left moments later and Hexas hurried to Striker, scooping him up as his expression turned to a concerned sorrowful one.

Present day…

Striker didn’t remember much about that incident only bits however his father had told him when he was a little older about what happened. Suddenly a hand gently placed itself on his shoulder drawing the pale imp’s attention back to reality, to Calus who softly smiled down at him.

“You, okay?” Calus inquired gently.

“Uh…yeah…just, memories,” Striker retorted returning his gaze to the horizon.

“Of?” Calus prompted, draping his arms over the stone railing as he stood next to Striker.

“Of the day my father decided to end it with my good for nothin’ whore of a mother,” Striker answered.

“Ah, I see.” Calus retorted, already knowing how Striker felt about his mother.

“I was sick according to my dad; he couldn’t afford to take me to the doctor because his crop wasn’t good at that time and Satan forbid my mother ever had to share her money. My father begged her to give him some money to get me help, she eventually agreed but made him promise to pay her back for it…pay her back for helping her own son…my father agreed, took me to the critical care facility a town over where they said if he’d not brought me when he did…I’d only lasted a few more days,” Striker began to explain.

“Your mother is where you get your incubus side from right?” Calus inquired curiously.

“Yeah, she’s a succubus who worked in lust. Once I was better my father saved enough money to pay her back then he ended it with her,” Striker finished explaining.

“He’ll make it,” Calus offered quietly, leaning in to nuzzle Striker’s temple which the imp leaned into with his eyes closing as he accepted the comfort from his mate.

The next day…

Calus joined Striker to visit Hexas who they were relieved to see was clearly feeling better as he was sitting up enjoying a coffee in the guest bedroom bed. Calus hung back by the door while Striker moved to Hexas’ side, the older imp placing his mug on the bedside table in preparation to greet Striker. Striker’s lack of sleep coupled with a night of anxiety apparently won over in this moment prompting the younger imp to wrap his arms around Hexas in a warm embrace taking Hexas off guard for a moment before he returned the gesture with a warm smile on his features. Calus approached once Striker pulled back, checking the older imp’s wounds before suggesting he heal them fully now that the poison was gone which Hexas agreed.

Over the next few days Hexas got back to his normal self unfortunately that lead to the inevitability of him needing to move on. Hexas hugged Striker goodbye however before he left Striker and Calus insisted on trading numbers with the older imp that way, they could stay in touch a lot easier or if he needed anything he could contact them. After agreeing Hexas implored Calus to watch over his son and treat him well then he left, luckily the duo were positive this wasn’t the last time they’d see him.   

[commenter2]

"Full Moon" review

I got some free time so I thought I do the Full Moon review, especially so I can watch Apology Tour which surprised us all by coming out today with no really big warnings besides a twitter from Vivzie.

Let’s get this over with.

Since my last review, someone has pointed out that the ticking sound of the opening disclaimer is getting louder per episode. Now I noticed the ticking too and it’s not HOWEVER it is louder in certain episodes then others like “Exes and Oohs” and “Oops”, and during the mid-season episode. the ticking was followed by an alarm that sounded like one that would be used for emergencies like a bombing run was happening. At first I thought it was a running gag for episodes taking place in the Greed Ring but now I feel like they only play for when big things happen as the opening disclaimer for this episode still has the loud ticking and ominous wind sound BUT THEN STOPS, like in a movie. Fitting given what happens in this episode but still I wanted to point that out.

After the funny scene of Stolas sleeping happily compared to his sleep in Loo Loo Land, we get a disappointing revelation, at least to me, about how Stolas’ Full Moons agreement is just a way to keep track of time. What I mean is all this time I thought Stolas wanting the book on Full Moons meant something bigger like Stolas needed his book on full moons to perform a ritual as part of his royal duties or something else like demons are weaker on full moons, portal travel is very unstable and feared of what could happen to Blitzo if he used the book on nights like that, or if Stolas is separated from his book for too long it is no longer connected to him and is up for grabs. We saw a bit of that last one in “Seeing Stars” with him saying he is weaker without his book so imagine if the book got into someone else’s hands. Just saying the writers could have done something fun with that.

Stolas still has the bandage on his arm meaning his arm is likely still recovering or may never fully recover since he was stabbed with an angelic weapon.

Fun joke with the “pride’s sky is redder then usual somehow” but I do hope they explain what is up with Hell’s sky when it seems like there isn’t a sun in the Pride Ring, or at least one we haven’t seen yet.

It explained later on, but when this was first shown at a convention, it got me wondering how much time had really passed since Blitzo and Stolas’ last full moon meeting. I hope later on someone makes a timeline for the events of Helluva Boss AND Hazbin Hotel. Also did Stolas text Blitzo about meeting him this full moon offscreen? I feel like that should have been covered in “Just Look My Way”.

So the divorce progress is still going on, which I think explains something I saw near the end of the episode.

Nice little “duet” song with Stolas and Blitzo. I could totally see the roles being reversed, especially if this was S1 Stolas.

Again Blitzo is ignoring his romance problems with sexual stuff.

Stolas’ line about his “life being written in stone” confirms he hates his royal life, something I’ve stated before but am glad to finally get some confirmation about that.

That butler needs a raise.

Small nitpick but does the transition from Stolas’ garden to Earth imply Stolas illegally took Earth flowers and brought them to Hell? Such a thing is confirmed to be a crime but I wonder if they are different enough that there isn’t a charge for it?

Again how messed up is the human world of Hazbin Hotel/Hellvua Boss that there are alligators and sharks in the pond of a park? Are they in Florida? At least it’s nice to see that some humans of that Earth are still nice. Hopefully he gets into Heaven in this series.

It’s nice to see Collin is still the nice guy even though he is hanging around with Cletus and Keenie. I agree with the fan theory going around that at some point he will be able to return to Heaven while Cletus and Keen will likely become fallen angels. The interrogations scene with DHORKS seems to hint at this since Collin is the only one under light, AKA a symbol of Heaven. It would also finally confirm what is actually needed to get into Heaven, and maybe we find out you can go to Heaven another way, like when Collin stands up to Cletus and Keenie he gets into heaven.

It sounds like Collin lost his stutter since last time.

A nice nod to Hazbin Hotel with Collin and co not knowing how people end up in either Heaven or Hell.

I still think it would have been funny if at times Cletus’ voiced changed to sound like Baby Herman’s voice from Who Framed Roger Rabbit.

Again we see the agent’s incompetence by seeing them think what are clearly angels are demons.

Though small, I like to think Blitzo thanking Moxxie is another result of the events of “Truth Seekers”.

LOONA IS TALKING! She sounds so different after so long. Of course it doesn’t help that the first thing she says gets her father nervous about Stolas ditching him. After all this time and even seeing how nice some royals can be such as Bee-lzebub, you think Loona wouldn’t say something like that…at least not like that.

I wonder if that quote about having the book for another year is foreshadowing that next season someone else will claim it. This gives me an interesting idea for a pic.

While Blitzo says otherwise, I feel like his “shopping” is just a perverted version of him wanting to try and make things tonight with Stolas more romantic.

Someone talked about the idea of Stolas being made I.M.P.s secretary at some point, since Stolas loves reading and such, and I love that idea too. That would be perfect for my story idea about Stolas losing his royal status (alongside Stella) but he is able to get on his feet by getting a job at I.M.P. which in turn could also help build his relationship with Blitzo.

Cletus claiming to be Exorcist implies that this takes place after “Welcome to Heaven” as no one in Heaven knew about Exorcist till that episode where Adam revealed the existence of them and Extermination Day to the people of Heaven.

I like how the aim sites on the guns are shaped like crosses, since the guns in Hell have something similar but upside down.

It was only a matter of time before either Helluva Boss or Hazbin Hotel made a Doom reference, and its pretty good. I think seeing DHORKS making it would have made for a good solo episode but more on that later.

Does anyone else thing that octopus thing coming out of the portal could be related to the von Eldritch family, as they are octopus demons who can sprout multiple eyes everywhere. I don’t mean its them exactly, but I wonder if it could have been a cousin or pet of theirs.

SO the Cherubs outfits, along being based om Blitzo and the gang, seem be based on other characters like the Invader Zim’s Tallest, Megaman, and I think Steven Universe’s Garnet.

Wait the agents just said the portal can only fit people the size of children, 1 how is Cletus in his armor going to fit and 2 why is the agent going?

Pokédex reference.

I knew Cletus was going to be too big XD.

How convent that the portal opened to the Lust ring. I’m not kidding as I feel like Ozzie’s crystals could makes his ring some kind of central ground for portals.

Along with being a “Spirited Away” reference this shows there are now spider Hellborn demons, which I don’t really like as like I said recently on my Tumblr I’m getting tired of all the Hellborn demon being based on animals and it makes Mammon ‘s demon form pretty lame, but more on that HERE.

“Keenie has a spanking fetish” confirmed?

Love seeing Blitzo and Fizz being friends. Also like that Fizz is wearing an outfit Vivziepop had him in for a fun post.

That screen’s face looked like Ozzie XD. Imagine if Fizz is the only one who can access machines with that face XD.

Okay this is long overdue but with how strict YouTube can be on what can be shown or said in videos for the side, HOW is Vivzie’s working getting the green light? Is it cause you have to have an account to see it, if so why doesn’t this apply to other YouTube channels?

Well that was mentally scarring. The only thing that toy Fizz showed Blitzo is good for is leading to a joke for my OC about how much of a slut Bethesda von Eldritch is, as he really hates her and Fredrick von Eldritch.

Do the Cherubs know who Ozzie is? Probably not but then that points out how much Heaven really knows about their “enemy”. Maybe Adam and Sera tricked Heaven into thinking the Exorcist were border guards and as a result they are one of a few beings who know about the royals and such of Hell. Then again Cherubs are the Imps of Heaven so they likely don’t have much knowledge of it.

Hey, the Ozzie bouncer has a friend, maybe even girlfriend :3

Coco and Apple, how cute. That other couples looks nice too, even acts nice compared to other characters we have seen.

That quote about wanting payback for yourself is why you aren’t going back to Heaven anytime soon Cletus.

Why wasn’t seeing the rest of IMP following Blitzo the subplot. I mentioned this in a recent journal, but I think it would have been better if the subplot was about Blitzo getting ready to see Stolas makes Moxxie and Millie try to spice up their marriage after noticing how routine it has become.

The Cherubs forgot one of the most important rules about the art of war, know your surroundings, which they totally don’t.

Do the Cherubs still have their angelic crossbows or did they lose access to them when they got kicked out of Heaven?

The Imp that got shot, I think the last time we saw him was at Ozzie’s, pissing off his girlfriend for googling Verosika when she laid on their table. Karma?

Why did Loona change into her human disguise after getting shot? We’ve seen her fight so what happened?

The bus sign seems to imply Mammon is done with Fizz for now, though I’m hoping he is doing this cause he already made Glitz and Glam his new money makers and is clearing out his inventory, and that later on he will still try and get Fizz to work with him.

Again MxM is perfect

Is the male agent a furry? Also are he and the other agent dating hence her pulling his leash? I can see that both being true.

Finally Stolas appears, I wonder if anything happened with him during the day?

So there is some kind of sun in the Pride ring or is that Heaven just far away?

I mentioned how I felt about the rest of the episode in a recent journal, but basically the ending wasn’t a surprise. It’s both their fault as Stolas really should have rephrased his words better at the beginning though he does notice this and gets better. Its only because of Blitzo that it goes wrong as even though Blitzo has been recently reminded how lonely he is and Stolas is acting very mature about wanting to be in a relationship, something Blitzo wants he purposely sabotages it, likely due to the trauma of his past relationships.

On a side note, Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss have shown how serious deals are in Hell, so maybe Stolas had to say things like it was a contract or else there would have been consequences? I think that is going to be the subject in the upcoming trial episode as it will be Mammon trying to get Fizz back to complete his contract.

I see the similarities between the hallway scene from The Circus and here, but with Blitzo going after Stolas this time.

All the drapes and such make me wonder if Stella is still trying to get as much expensive stuff from the divorce. Maybe Stolas lost the house, or he plans on redecorating as I wound be surprised if Stella was the one behind the decorations and such.

Despite what happened behind the scenes, I’m still going to call Stolas a bit of hypocrite here as throughout most of season 1 he only cared about having sex with Blitzo and while he has change since Ozzie’s, its likely because of S1 Stolas that has made Blitzo instantly think about sex every time they are together.

Please tell me I wasn’t the only one grossed out when Stolas said the word sex near an undraped image of Octavia. That better have been just bad planning or its symbolic of how for most of his life Stolas equivalated sex with creating an heir and nothing else.

Also yes Stolas should have given Blitzo some time to give an answer.

Blitzo is channel is inner Striker there.

Wait is Hell’s sun actually Heaven? Did Heaven get another redesign?

Yeah I’m glad I skipped this episode when it came out as this wasn’t for me though it is better than I thought it was going to be. My ending thoughts are similar to my recent literature see HERE

Basically the ending wasn’t a surprise though not being a big Stolitz fan made me immune to it. However it’s only a matter of time before Blitzo and Stolas get together, lucky you Stolitz fans, though I’ve recently been wondering if it might be better if they didn’t get together at the end. Only time will tell.

I really love that Blitzo has a connection to Ozzie himself now which will definitely cause some drama later on.

I think the episode would have been better if instead of having DHORKS and the Cherubs involved, something else happened and those ideas occur in later episodes.

Now to move on to the next episode but before reading that review, let me know your thoughts about the episode, or if there was something I missed that you want me to go over.