Helluva Boss Headcanons and Randomness

A Rewrite Of Apology Tour

"You've got some serious balls showing up here."

Verosika's words were laced with venom, but Blitzø just shrugged and sat down in front of the railing beside her. "I know, I've got balls of fuckin' steel for showing up to a party where everyone hates me," he sighed, "I wasn't gonna come, but I had to spite that owl prick somehow. He thinks I can't apologise for anything."

"You came here to spite Stolas? Why doesn't that surprise me?" she shot back, "You just love going out of your way to hurt the people who made the mistake of loving you."

He inhaled sharply, gripping the bars of the railing like they were the bars of a prison cell. "I'm here to apologise to you, because you deserve an apology. That fucking dickwad thinks I can't apologise, well, he's wrong, because I only apologise to people who deserve my apologies. He doesn't deserve shit from me."

The succubus folded her arms. "Yeah? And why doesn't he deserve an apology?" she spat, "Why do I deserve an apology, and not him?"

"Because you have a reason to hate me. I stole your credit card and wrecked your car. Anyone would hate me for that," he said like it was the most obvious thing in the world, "But Stolas doesn't have a reason to hate me, not like you do. I didn't do shit to him."

She narrowed her eyes at him. "What are you talking about?"

Blitzø inhaled sharply, knowing that she probably wouldn't believe him, but he had to tell her his side of the story, if only to try and set the record straight. "I don't know what you heard, but Stolas isn't my ex, he's a pompous prick who forced me to fuck him so that I could keep my business afloat," he sighed, "We made a deal. He said that I could use his grimoire, if I had sex with him once a month on every full moon, and it's not like I could've said no, because without that book, I would've lost everything. Everything I worked for would've disappeared just like that. And you know what the worst part is? He waited until he knew that I couldn't say no. He waited for me to buy my office, hire my employees, and all of the other shit, before he decided that he wanted me to fuck him."

He pulled his knees up to his chest. "So, he forced me to have sex with him for months, and then the other day, he gave me an Asmodean crystal so that I could access the living world without his grimoire. I thought that it was his way of apologising for all the shit he did to me, but it wasn't," he continued, "He said all this shit about how he loved me, and how he wanted me to choose to be with him. Like he thought that I should continue to allow him to sexually exploit me, but why the fuck would I choose that?"

Her eyes narrowed even further. "When you put it like that, you make it sound like he wanted you to tell him that the way he treated you wasn't wrong," she responded, "And now he's acting like you're the bad guy for not wanting to be his boyfriend."

"That's exactly what he's doing! He thinks he's entitled to my body, but he isn't. I don't owe him dick anymore."

She turned away from him, glaring down at the partygoers on the ground floor. "He told me that you led him on, and then you dumped him because he said that he loved you."

Blitzø was angry, but not shocked by this news. "So he didn't tell you that he forced me to have sex with him?"

"No, but it's not like I had any reason to think that he was lying. You led me on and dumped me when I said that I loved you," she sighed, "And anyway, why would he lie to get into my party?"

"I don't know, maybe it's because you're Verosika fucking Mayday," he huffed.

"So you think that a prince of Hell would lie to get an invite to a party hosted by a lowly succubus?" she said as if he'd asked why fire was hot, "I might be a celebrity, but I'll never be able to throw a high society party like a Goetia."