Helluva Family (18+) [Old]

Ch.21: The Harvest Moon Invitation (Unfinished)

The morning opened up to a sunlit exterior of Stolas' mansion. A sigh of contentment was heard. Blitzo sat under the sheets, lighting a cigarette on Stolas' bed, and folded his arms behind his head. Next to him, a tied up prince. Stolas wore a ball gag and harness.

Stolas: "I'm sorry for having to move our little rendezvous early. I have an engagement this month on the full moon."

Blitzø: "When this happens, it's not really something I fuss about..."

The imp used the cigar to burn the rope, freeing Stolas, who took Blitzø's cigar from him and had a long drag of it.

Blitzø: "But, do you really need the book for this farm bullshit? I have, like, fifteen new clients waitin' for heads to roll."

Stolas: "As shocking as it may seem, Blitzy, my grimoiiiiiire is actually incredibly important. And it isn't supposed to be lent out to itty-bitty Imps like yourself."

Stolas put out the cigarette in one of Blitzo's horns and pinched his cheek before Blitzo shoved him away.

Stolas: "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."

Blitzø pulled a feather out of his mouth in disgust.

Blitzø: "Wrath, huh? My employees are from there. I've never really been. I hear it's full of inbred chucklefucks."

Stolas: "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 appeared invetween Blitzø's thighs.

Stolas: "...special access~ *chuckle*"

Blitzø: "Look, I told you, we're not bodyguards. Okay? That was a one-time thing we did badly."

Stolas stood up with the covers on his head. He did a playful owl head tilt.

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

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

The prince spoke in a babyish voice.

Stolas: "Aww, I'm sowwy your clients will have to wait..."

Blitzo: "Oh, fuck my clients!"

[Later]

In imp city, underneath a Robo-fizz sing, a sound asleep Moxxie and Millie are in their bed within their apartment. Moxxie's phone lit up and a Phantom of the Opera organ ringtone was heard. A groggy Moxxie tapped the phone and rolled over. The phone rang again. In annoyance, the imp grabbed the phone and sat up.

Moxxie: "What do you want, sir?"

Blitzø: (Hey, hope I didn't wake ya, Mox! How would you and Mils like to visit the Wrath Ring for some harvest bullshit this year?)