Tale From The Afterlife - a Helluva Boss Fan Story

Chapter 45. Dreams, Demons, and Declarations

It was now about 8 pm, Vergil was on the couch completely knocked out, while Loona was over on the reception desk, on her phone. The book was next to her so that she can teleport the IMP team back to Hell. Her mobile finally rings and as a response, the portal is opened, allowing the imps to jump back in. Moxxie and Millie were carrying Blitz over their shoulders, while the leader imp appears to be drunk as shit, judging by the fact he can't seem to even be able to stand on his own feet and smelled like a garbage can. The she-wolf stood up and helped her father sit down at the reception desk, while he looked as if he was in the 7th dimension.

Loona looked at both of the imps, wondering what the fuck happened. Millie just scratched the back of her head, before replying: "He uhhh...had a bit of an accident." with Moxxie clarifying: "Some of the security got him by surprise and locked him up in a barrel full of vodka, since it was the closest thing they got at hand." It would certainly explain the smell along with him being completely knocked out. The hellhound snapped her fingers in his eyes, no reaction, the imp was completely out of it. Second idea, to wake up Vergil, thinking that his blood could help. In the meantime, Millie went to get the knocked out Blitz a bucket, while Moxxie went to get him some water. Loona, on the other hand, went over to wake up the white wolf, which was also proving a challenge as he was in deep sleep. Unfortunate timing, but the goth hound had an ace up her non existent sleeve.

Loona went over to the conference room and opened the recently installed fridge. Thankfully in it there were some opened ham slices that the hellhound needed. The goth hound placed the packet of opened ham in front of the sleeping wolf's nose - no reaction. Wanting the sleeper to wake up sooner, she just took one of the slices and just threw it at the white wolf's face, pretty much slapping him in the face in the ham. That finally woke up Vergil and the immediate action was to eat the food thrown at his face. Then upon waking up, he sees the she-wolf and just asks her, a bit confused: "Was it really necessary" and she replies with: "Sorry, but Blitz is blackout drunk and I figured your blood could quickly sober him up."

Vergil gets up from the couch and stretches a bit, while Loona takes back the ham and places it in the fridge. And in about a second, the male wolf's nose is hit with the vodka stench. "Woof, no kidding." as he gets a closer look at his boss, who was staring blankly at the ceiling. "Think yer blood could do da job?" Millie asked, concerned about Blitz. "One way to find out really." as the white wolf slashes his thumb on his fang and just drips a couple drops in the leader imp's open mouth. After a bit, Blitz seems to start functioning once again and feels like he's about 0.3 seconds away from throwing up. Thankfully Millie is there and he just vomits a lot. After emptying the contents of his stomach, he takes one look at Millie and just quietly mutters "Smash." Afterwards he almost faceplants into the barf-filled bucket, but thankfully the male hound held his head up by the horns. "Heeeyyyy, at least take me out to dinner first, we ain't that close yet." the drunk imp replies to the white wolf. And of course everyone except for Blitz's housemates were surprised by what he just said. The wife imp went away to empty the bucket, while the husband imp had the intoxicated imp take small sips of water so that the boss wouldn't get dehydrated.

"You gonna fuck me or what" as Blitz replies, in front Moxxie's face when really it was towards Vergil as the wolf was still holding onto the drunk's horns. The husband imp blushes deeply, though he still kept his boss hydrated. Millie was watching, a bit confused, as she

thought that the boss was going to be completely sober after taking in some of the blood.

Millie: "I don' get it, Blitz shoulda been sober by now."

Vergil: "I dropped a couple more too. How long was he even stuck in the vodka barrel in the first place?"

Millie: "Like...3-4 hours most likely."

Moxxie: "Also the barrel was half empty when we got him out."

Vergil: "I know my blood removed the alcohol in his system so he should be ok. Guess the aftereffects could've set in long before that. At Least he's somewhat functioning. You do have a doctor on speed dial, right?"

Millie: "One click'a the button and he'll be here in no time."

Vergil: "Good. That's good."

Blitz of course kept taking sips of water and would throw up once more. After a while, Loona took over for Moxxie as the dragon imp was already a bit tired and the strong alcohol smell started to make him feel nauseous. In the meantime, the boss imp also kept blabbering on sexually-charged nonsense with one time pretty much delving into more detail about the things they do once they meet every month. "And from that day onward, " the intoxicated boss imp continues, "I have never looked at jelly sandwiches the same way again." The husband and wife imp were unwillingly hearing from the conference room, watching in the open space with a look of pure horror. Both wolves on the other hand just folded back their ears into their fur so that they wouldn't hear anything. Once Blitz just stopped yapping and went to sleep, the two hounds just had their ears spring up again and also told the two imps that he's stopped talking.

While the rest of the IMP team are closing down for the day, Blitz is dreaming of something...quite unexpected. It was the same day that the imp set the circus on fire. Except the feeling was different now. He was adding the finishing touches to his letter, while his mother picked out a pretty flower to go with the card. The little clown was excited as he just couldn't wait to express his feelings to the one he cared so much for. Wanting to keep it away from prying eyes, on the front he wrote down "For Fizz's eyes Only" trying his hardest to not fuck up the writing. The next scene picks back with him, in the big top, one entrance curtain separating him from the birthday boy and the one he cared most about - Fizzarolli.

As Blitz opened the curtain, he saw a lot of people giving their best wishes to Fizzarolli, including Cash Buckso, Blitz's dad, giving Fizz a card which said "I wish you were my son". But as the lovestruck imp was about to close the curtain and run away, the scene slows to a stop with him having flashes of what will happen next - him scarred, his mother cooked to death, his best friend scarred tremendously and the circus up in flames. Blitz knew this was what happened and what's supposed to happen, yet he didn't want the story to end like this. Not this time. He wanted to express what he felt, he wanted to be happy for once.