The Redemption of a Cowboy Imp

Chapter 1: Stella and Too Much to Drink

As I looked back at my Helluva Boss fanart, I decided to write a fanfic based on them. I'd like to thank Jamison1209 for helping me come up with a good title and Detective88 for giving me ideas.

One night, at a bar, a cowboy imp named Striker was at a bar, drinking cactus juice, one of his favorite drinks. A demon sitting next to him was a winged cat named Husk. "Howdy, there," Striker greeted.

"Yo," Husk greeted.

"How are you doing tonight?" Striker asked.

Husk drank his bottle of booze. "Uh, you know, drinking as usual," he replied.

The cowboy imp shrugged his shoulders and sipped his cactus juice. "Have you tried cactus juice?"

Husk paused to listen. "What now?"

"Cactus juice? You know, the alcoholic drink?"

The cat demon shook his head. "Nope."

"Well, if you're an alcoholic, then there you go," Striker suggested.

"Alright."

"Hey!" Striker called to the bartender, "Can you get this guy a cactus juice?"

The bartender poured a glass of cactus juice and slid it across the table. Striker passed the glass over to Husk, who sipped it and spat it out in surprise. "Damn, that stuff is strong!"

"It has a nice kick to it, doesn't it?" Striker asked with a chuckle.

"Oh, hell yeah!" Husk replied and sipped some more of the cactus juice.

That evening, Striker had a little too much to drink. When finished, he said to Husk in a drunken manner in between hiccups, "It was...nice seeing you. Goodnight!" And he walked out of the bar in a drunken manner until he fell onto the curb.

A lady owl Goetia was out for an evening stroll all by herself when she saw a cowboy imp she hired to kill her husband. Her name was Stella Goetia and she bent down to pick him up. When she got home, she tucked him into her bed and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Then, she had another idea. She put a drunken cowboy imp in a pink dress and covered his face with makeup.

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The next morning, Striker awoke to find himself in bed with a Goetia. "Huh? Where am I?" he asked, dazed.

"Morning, Striker," Stella greeted in a seductive tone, "Welcome to my humble home in the palace."

"Ma'am, what happened last night?" Striker rubbed the back of his head with his left hand.

"I saw you pass out on the curb," Stella replied and she picked up a mirror. "You look gorgeous." She showed him the mirror and he screamed at what he saw.

"What the hell, ma'am?" Striker demanded, "Where are my cowboy clothes?"

Her husband, Stolas flinched at Striker's scream and could hear his wife speaking to another man and realized she wasn't alone, so he snuck over to his room to investigate.

"In the wash, darling," Stella replied to the cowboy.

"Good because I don't want to be in this girly mess all day." Striker crossed his arms.

"Oh, it won't be long," Stella assured him with a purr, "I just want your clothes to be clean from last night, so you don't smell like alcohol." Then she affectionately pinched and massaged his cheeks before planting kisses on each of them.

As Stella and Striker continued talking, Stolas managed to take a peek and couldn't believe what he saw. His own wife slept with an imp she hired to kill him? How impudent! This brought back bad memories of when Stella was talking on the phone about him in front of him!