(ReWritten) Helluva Boss: A New Shot

The Harvest Moon Festival

It was early morning at Stolas' mansion. Blitzo lit a cigarette on Stolas' bed as Stolas sighed in contentment.

"I'm sorry for having to move our little rendezvous early. I have an engagement this month on the full moon." Stolas was wearing a ball gag, and his hands were tied to the headboard with some rope.

"When this happens..." Blitzo gestured to Stolas' body with the cigarette. "...it's not really something I fuss about." Blitzo reached up and burns the rope off Stolas' hands with his cigarette, freeing him. "But do you really need the book for this far bullshit? I have like fifteen new clients waiting for heads to roll." He tapped his hand stubbornly as Stolas rubbed his wrists briefly.

"As shocking as it may seem, Blitzy, my grimoire is actually incredibly important. And it isn't what we lend out to nifty nify imps like yourself." Stolas pinched Blitzo's cheeks before Blitzo shoved him away. "The Harvest Moon is a very special occasion. It's been my annual duty to showcase it in the Ring of Wrath. It's celebrated by a very charming little festival with the locals."

Blitzo pulled a feather out of his mouth in disgust. "Wrath, huh? My employees are from there. I've never really been. It's full of inbred chuckle fucks."

Stolas sat up on the bed. "Oh! Why don't you all join me at the festival? I can guarantee you all..." Stolas pulled the covers over his head and his head appears near Blitzo's crotch "Special access."

"Look I told you, we're not bodyguards, okay? That was a one-time thing we did back then and we did it badly."

Stolas stands up with the covers on his head. He does a playful howl head tilt.

"I'm simply offering a work-free day of fun. I feel quite safe at the Harvest Festival. It's the same every year."

"Well if you promise this isn't some fuck fest invite, it does sound like it could be a blast and a half. Plus it's not like we can do jack shit without your book anyway."

"Aww, I'm sorry your clients will have to wait." Stolas said in a baby talk voice.

Blitzo chuckled and waved a hand dismissing him. "Oh fuck my clients!"

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Moxxie and Millie were sleeping in their bed. Moxxie's phone lit up and an organ ringtone rang as it buzzed. Moxxie tapper the phone and rolled onto his other side facing away from the phone. The phone rang again. In annoyance, Moxxie grabbed it and sat up.

"What do you want, sir?" He asked as he rubbed his eyes.

"Hey, sorry to wake you, Mox! How would you and Mills like to visit the Wrath Ring for some harvest bullshit?"

Millie instantly sat up in excitement. "The Harvest Moon Festival?! Yee-fucking-haw!"

"Well, Millie likes the idea. Wait, where are you calling from?"

Blitzo fell down onto the bed from the ceiling. His phone bouncing off his head. Moxxie narrowed his eyes, unamused by Blitzo's affectionate smile. "Of course."

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Rough N' Tumbleweed Ranch. The I.M.P. van pulls up in front of two older imps.