Outlaw Therapy

Burned by the Past - Part 2

This is the second part of the five-part emotional and dramatic Helluva Boss oneshot set in Hell; showing a possible scenario where Striker's backstory is revealed to Blitzo.

Tempers flare as Blitzo and Striker throw insults and jibes at each other, still incensed at being forced to tolerate each other.

A flashback of the Harvest Moon Festival is revealed ... of something previously unknown ...

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I do not own anything belonging to Helluva Boss; the credit for that story and characters goes to Vivziepop! I hope that you guys like it! 👍

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Blitzo just scoffed and rolled his eyes. "I don't really see what the problem is, to be honest", the boss imp said, sassily.

"Aren't scars supposed to be all the rage these days ... especially down in Wrath?" His rival quickly shot him an intense glare, practically snarling!

"Watch it, clownbutt!" Striker hissed, his fists clenching.

Given the tension and clear distress of said cowboy about his future scars, a wise person wouldn't test him like that.

Unfortunately, being wise in situations like this ... wasn't really Blitzo's forte.

His philosophy on this kind of thing was more of a ... 'when in doubt: provoke and destroy it'.

"What?" the boss imp said, 'innocently'. "I was under the impression that the ladies there loved 'rough and tough' guys with scars all over them?"

Blitzo chuckled, and then smirked at the outlaw's steadily darkening, angry face.

"Oh, but that wouldn't work out, huh? Make you a walking stereotype?" he said, in an outright taunt.

"Well ... even more of a stereotype than you already are!"

Striker's eyes immediately narrowed more, as Blitzo unintentionally hit a mental and emotional sore spot.

"I am NOT a frigging stereotype!" the cowboy growled, rising slowly to his feet.

"Oh come on, you could have fooled me!" the boss imp drawled, giving Striker a derisive look as he rose to his feet too.

"You dress like that, you live in a cave with your so-called classics! Though I would argue that that gigantic statue of you was less of a classic."

Blitzo chuckled again, as the outlaw's face flushed deep scarlet for a moment.

"More of a prize to your enormous ego, really!" Striker screeches with rage as he grabs Blitzo tightly by the lapels.

"You're playing with fire, Blitzy!" the cowboy warned the boss imp, through gritted teeth. Blitzo just gave him a mock grimace.

"I'm playing? You're the one who's just got burnt, after all!" he said, with a jeering laugh.

A muscle promptly twitched in Striker's face, as flames blazed in his eyes.

"You little—"

"WILL YOU TWO JUST SHUDDUP?!!"

The two imps both winced and yelped in shock and pain as a shoe bonked both of their heads. HARD.

While rubbing their heads, Blitzo and Striker turned rightwards to the source of the shoe.

It was the now-raging demon mother, now standing and facing them ... holding one of her shoes in a tight fist.

Her now-nervous son was still sitting on his seat, next to his mother ... glancing at the arguing imps.

"Honestly, you fire toads bicker like a pair of spoilt brats!" the aforementioned woman snapped, glaring hotly at Blitzo and Striker.