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Beneath the Moon's clouded eye,

She danced in feathers ethereal white,

Her face veiled in spiderly lace

A goetia that waltzed through the night.

Her voice - an echo of brimstone,

A vow once whispered by Envy's sea,

It calls her heart, through flesh, through bone,

Rattles the chains of Hell's eternity

A graveyard kiss, her lips like wine

Fermented in Wrath's deepest Well,

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Each kiss a bell, a tolling sign,

A pact no mortal tongue may tell.

"Come, Love," she will breathe, "through mist

And fire. Be mine. We can be more

Than a kiss, a short lived tryst,

Just walk with me through Pride's door."

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Okay, so I've been doing a lot of brainstorming and I recently heard about one of I.M.Ps little misadventures. It made me wonder what exactly work in an imp mafia would be like.

I came up with a little story, here's the first paragraph:

It was raining when Moxxie Knolastname received the call. His gut clenched. Not because he knew what it was about, but because he saw the ID. It was his Dad, and he had a job - a family job.

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Loona didn't bother with stealth. She thrived on chaos.

She stepped through the club's heavy door dressed for business and ready for a drink. She had no guns, no weapons, nothing to say why she was really there. The joint was packed, dancers shimmered like shiny red ants on the stage.

Smoke curled like ghosts, writhing from the glowing green cherries of cigars. The smell made her eyes water. She skipped the bar, went right to the VIP stairs.

"Redfang." It was the only name they needed.

They would think she was there to give up, to let the bastard put her in the pound. She let them think that - until halfway down the hall. A spin, a bite, the crack of bone. The guard hit the floor...

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Lucy

Lucy gave one last look to the Hound at the pole next to hers and smiled. She knew this song, it was one of her favorites before Verosika even did a cover of it.

The beat started, and she kicked off the floor, opening her wings to get higher on her pole before grabbing tight and swinging herself into a spin. Her hair whipped around her as her tail lashed out for balance in beat with the music. Then her hair was hanging towards the ground, the pole pressed against her body - her thighs.

Each flip, fall and climb was muscle memory. The crowd of hellhounds no different than one she had performed for before. It was no wonder that at the final line, in the final slip, her dress came off…

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And I will treasure it always <3

A little gift that I made Stolas

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The club - Velvet Vice - was a place where morals went to catch fire and die. It was a good thing morals were something he burned a long time ago. Blitzo slipped past the bouncer like the whisper of a knife, avoiding the dance floor as he headed up to the private lounges.

His target would be in Room Four, enjoying his last cigar.

Blitzo unsnapped the holster beneath his jacket. The pistol was a relic - matte black, infernal script etched along the barrel like a prayer.

You know...I think you'd look rather dashing in the old mob attire, Blitz. Perhaps we should get you a suit for special occasions?

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Welcome to My Blog! (OOC Post)

Credit for Stolas of the Ars Goetia and the other cast members of Helluva Boss goes to Vivienne Medrano

This is is a character blog for Stolas Goetia. That takes place during his banishment. With little else to do except contemplate on his decisions that led him here and becoming the secretary for IMP, Stolas finds himself with too much time on his hands and not enough books to fill the hours with.

So he begins to write.

He writes stories about things he overhears from the other IMP members, stories about how things could have been in another time and place, and most importantly for him, he writes about the challenges of finding true love in Hell.

This is a character blog where the character writes their own fanfictions. If you like what you see, please don't hesitate to buy us a coffee or tea.

Thank you, Violet Wildfell

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sometimes you need dialogue tags and don't want to use the same four

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Does this mean you'll wear that adorable outfit I got for you on your next mission?!

You know...I think you'd look rather dashing in the old mob attire, Blitz. Perhaps we should get you a suit for special occasions?

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Absolutely dashing, Blitz! Do you think perhaps you could take me with you on one of your horse riding lessons? I saw you have one scheduled later in the month.

Always wanted a horse so here is me and boomroof.

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You know...I think you'd look rather dashing in the old mob attire, Blitz. Perhaps we should get you a suit for special occasions?

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How adorable darling! Does this one have a name? I must admit it reminds me a little of Staplemane from that one show we were watching the other night.

Jst somthing on my wall that i did

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Oh, these make my little black heart pound just reading them. How delightful would it be in the turning point of the romance? Just imagine it:

- The heroine is standing on a train station, believing her love woefully unreciprocated as she prepares to return home.

- The hero prepares to give himself over to the evil king in order to save his love from a brutal end.

- Two hearts, destined for opposed marriages allow themself one last night together but don't realize they have already fallen deeply for each other.

Romance Dialogue Starters

Tender / Confessional Moments

"Come here. Just for a minute."

"You don’t have to be strong all the time."

"Stay. Please, just stay."

"You make me feel safe. That’s terrifying."

"I missed you so much it hurt."

"When I’m with you, I forget to be afraid."

"Is it okay if I hold your hand?"

"You’re not a burden. You never were."

"I wish I’d met you sooner."

"You’re my favorite ‘what if.’"

Protective/Overprotective Behavior

"Where were you? I’ve been calling for hours."

"You could’ve died, you idiot."

"Don’t ever scare me like that again."

"Next time, I’m going with you. No arguments."

"You’re hurt. Let me see."

"I’m not letting you do this alone."

"Overreacting? You bled through your shirt!"

"You think I care what they say? I care about you."

"If anything happens to you, I’ll burn the whole damn world down."

Conflicted Longing

"If I kiss you now, I won’t be able to stop."

"We can’t do this." – "Then don’t look at me like that."

"You’re the last person I should want."

"Tell me to go, and I will."

"I want to hate you. But I don’t."

"This changes everything."

"Just tonight. Just this once."

"You’re always in my head. I hate it."

"You deserve better. But I’m selfish."

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It's absolutely adorable the way that you draw Blitzø. It's such an expressive style!

A little drawing i did of stolas and i.

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Oh may stars, these are absolutely gorgeous!

angsty (romantic + platonic) dialogue prompts

@celestialwrites for more!!

♡ "it took you almost 4 years to fully trust me, and it took you all of one minute to stop."

♡ "do not waste your breath with lies, for once tell me the damned truth."

♡ "i have always wanted the good, the bad, and the ugly from you! i never wanted you to hide."

♡ "do you not get it? we don't ever get a happy ending, we don't ever go home!"

♡ "tell me you didn't, i do not care if it's a lie, just tell me you didn't."

♡ "you are a part of me and i cannot stand it."

♡ "don't waste away a life that was never yours. it was always hers."

♡ "every second i spend in pain without (s/o) is better than any day i spent not knowing them."

♡ "your tears will not bring him back." "fuck you."

♡ "that may just happen to be your gravest mistake, you thought you could fix her."

♡ "look me in the eye and say it. say it! say they're dead!"

♡ "i will be the greatest loss of your life."

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Oh, I just had curious idea. I mentioned it to Blitzø over breakfast, but I thought I'd also write about it here and save pages in the journal he got me.

But!

What if Blitzø didn't scale the walls of my home until later, when my brave, powerful Starlight was older? He told me of this time he had to crash his employee's second wedding but what if in lieu of having my grimoire he had taken over that little imp gang and continued to run his assassination business from Greed?

Oh-hoo-hoo, I can just imagine it now. Picture this, Blitzø, the dashing Mafia owner and CEO of the IMP assassination company, and then me, the tragic prince stollen away and written off as dead by his calloused wife and arrogant brother-in-law.

Why...it could be a rather romantic story. Perhaps I shall call it: Helluva Mafia?

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Starlight

I'm sorry...more sorry than words can express for the pain I've caused you. You, my amazing, powerful girl; the daughter I never deserved, and the heir more worthy of goetic blood than I. I've hurt you in a way I can never take back, and it breaks my heart every second we are apart.

But I would not take it back. I cannot - will not - wish to. Because to do so would deprive me of the will to live as surely as if I had lost you. They were going to kill him, Via, for something I had done and while you are the best thing that ever came from my marriage, he is the best thing that stepped into my life after.

If I were to lose either of you...I don't think I could survive it.

But you, my powerful, independent Starfire, can live without me. You are stronger than I am, stronger than you give yourself credit for. You will be okay—maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow—but you will be okay.

Ever yours, in darkness and starlight, Stolas of the Ars Goetia