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Rewrite of ‘The Circus’

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A young Stolas’s eyes shoot open as he sits up in bed, “ My Birthday! It's my birthday!” The young owl squealed happily as he leaped out of bed before rushing into his dressing room, his imp butler following close behind.

Stolas continued to squeal as he sat as his butler began applying gel to his feathers, smoothing them down.

“Calm yourself, young prince, you wouldn't want me to mess up your feathers on your big day now, would you?” The butler said calmly.

“Oh! Right. Sorry,” The young owl responded, taking a breath to contain his excitement.

The Butler walked off momentarily before returning with Stolas' vest and cape.

“You know Father told me, today is the day, that I am old enough to know my purpose and responsibility!” Stolas said happily as the butler helped dress him.

“Of course I know,” The butler responded before placing Stolas’s crown on his head “I'm sure it will be wonderful.”

Stolas happily followed the butler out of the dressing room down a large hallway. The walls are lined with giant pictures of himself, from when he was an egg right up until now.

The butler pushed on the large double doors at the end of the hall, opening to reveal a throne room. There sat Paimon, Stolas' father and King of the Ars Goetia, in a monstrous black form. As he stood up, his form shifted to display something more bird-like. The butler quickened his pace to stand next to him as Stolas approached his father.

“Ahhhh! There is my little, ah… Stolas!” Paimon smiled, greeting his gleeful son. Paimon leaned downward toward Stolas, slightly surprising the boy. “Ahem,” Paimon coughed, clearing his throat. “Now then, my little fledgling,” Paimon said as he began to circle his son. “It is finally your day to become a true part of the Goetia family. Are you ready to know what you'll be meant to do to serve Hell?”

“Yes, Father!” Stolas responded confidently.

Paimon then opened a small portal to the cosmos as he spoke, giving Stolas a glimpse of the stars.

“You will be entrusted with the study of the Earth's skies, stars, and the prophecies they hold!” He continued as he pulled an enchanting book out of the portal.

“You will begin the studies of your grimoire, which will grant you access to the mortal realm to study and observe, you will grow to be a mighty Prince of Hell, with your own legions to lead and pass on your knowledge to!” Paimon exclaimed grabbing Stolas off the ground, holding the grimoire under his arm

“I will do my best, Father!” Stolas said bursting with excitement.

Paimon pulled him close into his arms and handed him his grimoire. “Wonderful! Oh, and one more thing; because you are destined to sire a precautionary addition to the Goetia family. You're now engaged!”

Stolas blinked in surprise. “Engaged? To who?” Stolas asked, cocking his head to the side.

Paimon bent down a bit as the imp butler handed him a yellow envelope. “To a lovely little peacock named Stella! Isn't she charming?” Paimon responded by pulling a picture out of the envelope.

Stolas’s eyes widened as he stared at the picture. Her feathers were in a wild mess as she angrily strangled a Quieve, fiery fury blazing in her eyes. In the background he could see the curtains were on fire, the flames oddly pink.

Stolas began to loudly wail, snapping his head away from the picture in fear.

Paimon stared at him with a look of surprised confusion painted on his face, before looking at the photo himself, that is. He let out a yelp himself before he began digging in the envelope.

“Oops! Haha, wrong photo! Here I'm sure you’ll think this one is nicer?!” Paimon said with a nervous laugh as he tried to show Stolas a nicer picture of Stella sitting with a cute smile, her feathers in a much better state, with not a Quieve in sight.

Stolas continued to cry, “ Ah, come on son calm down! We’re supposed to meet her today…” Paimon sighed as he wiped away his son's tears.

Stolas only gave a sniffle and a whimper in response. As tears silently rolled down his cheek.

—-----

Black horses raced down a path pulling an equally dark carriage, Stolas sat quietly next to his father staring down at his talons.

His father looked down at him before lightly rubbing the feathers atop his head. “Just… be nice to her okay?” The large owl said with a smile in the softest voice he could muster.

“.....Yes Father,” The small prince responded quietly, without lifting his head.

The two sat quietly, the clopping of hooves racing across the road being the only thing that dared cut through their silence.

Soon the noise began to slow as they reached their destination, the carriage door opening allowing the two to exit. A beautiful large white castle stood before them, Stolas marveled at the flowers that lined the entrances a mix of blue and red. The butler knocked and the door opened, and greeting them was an Imp maid.

“Ah, I was told to expect you! Please come inside!” She said with a curtsy as she led them into the palace. Soon enough they came to a hall where there sat two peacocks and another that looked a bit older than Stolas.

“Ah, Paimon, I was wondering when you would arrive.” The male peacock said with a bow. “Well, weather as nice as this I would have taken my time too!” The lady peacock next to him said with a giggle and a curtsy.

“Yes, it is a nice afternoon isn't it Isabelle?” Paimon responded with a bow of his own. As he stood up straight he looked over, noticing the small blue peacock next to them. “Ah, and you must be Andrephuleus, my future son-in-law, correct? Hmph you take after your mother don't you?” Paimon said with a hum, the only response the small peacock gave was an icy cold glare.

“He truly does, but at least I got some of my genes in Stella!” The male peacock said with a small laugh leading everyone else in the room to quietly chuckle along with him.

“Hmph yes I can tell, but speaking of Stella I can’t help but notice she isn’t here,” Paimon asked,

“Oh, well she wanted to make sure that she looked her very best for her fiance even if it meant risking a bit of tardiness, I do hope you don’t mind.” The man responded with a sigh.

“Oh, not at all Alexander, first impressions are quite important after all!” Paimon smiled as he took a seat at the table.

Stolas looked over to Andrealphus, “Um, hello my name's Stolas! It’s nice to meet you!” he said nervously.

“Ugh, I already know that! You're marrying my sister after all!” Andrealuphus said slyly.

“I-i uh,” Stolas shifted as Andrealuphus chuckled watching the smaller squirm.

“Ah, speaking of Stella, ooh~ there she is!” Isabella exclaimed as she stood, everyone's gaze turned towards the stairs as Stella walked down. Stolas stared at her, she was admittedly quite pretty, her feathers brushed down nicely in her light pink dress and silky white gloves, with a small simple gold crown sat atop her head, one the same as his. To be honest, Stolas thought she was quite cute, that is until the image of her strangling that Quieve flashed through his mind, he shivered.

“Ah, you must be Stella! Aren't you just a doll!” Paimon said as the girl came closer.

“Thank you Mr. Paimon!” She giggled as she curtsied.

“Oh, you look lovely dear!” Her mother marveled

“Come on now Stolas, say hi to your fiance!” Paimon said calling Stolas to his side, Stolas could feel a pit in his stomach but he went.

“Ah, I’m Stolas! It's nice to meet you Stella, I like your dress!” Stolas said, bowing as she greeted her, she giggled at his compliment.

“Alright, now that everyone's here, mind telling us where you planned to take the children?” Isabella said, clasping her hands.

Paimon blinked in confusion, “Um, I thought you had made the plans for them?” Paimon said, staring at her bewildered.

“Isabella, I thought you had everything ready?” Alexander said lightly gritting his teeth.

“What!? Since when has planning anything been up to me ?!” Isabella responded hotly.

“So you're telling me neither of you have anything planned for this afternoon?!” Paimon groaned

“Ugh, it seems so… I sincerely apologize for this inconvenience, but I’m sure we can come up with something!” Alexander said with a shaky sigh.

The three children stood quietly as their parents did their best to come up with something last minute. After a moment Stolas came up with a suggestion, “Uh, maybe we could go to the circus?” Stolas said

Everyone paused, “The circus? For a first date?” Alexander said doubtfully

“Well, I mean that’s not a terrible idea but, I don’t know if Stella would be interested in a place like that,” Isabella said skeptically,

“What kind of plebian goes to the circus? For a first date at that!” Andrealphus said quite enough for only Stolas to hear. Paimon made a ‘hmph’ sound with no further comment.

Stolas shifted under the pressure of their comments.”Um, well I’ve never actually been to a circus, but it sounds like it would be a lot of fun! Especially with someone like Stolas to lead the way for me!” Stella chimed in with an innocent look.

“Mph, I don't know…” Alexander said

“Come on love, I don’t see the harm in it! Plus it's like we’re coming up with any bright ideas!” Isabella said with a breathy laugh.

“Oh alright,” Alexander responded with a sigh

Paimon clasped his hands, “Well then if we’re all in agreement, then I guess the circus it is!”

“But I don’t want to go to the circus!” Andreluphus chimed in, Paimon furrowed his brow “I'm sorry, who said you were going with them?” Paimon said annoyance clear as glass in his tone.

“What- I obviously can’t let her go alone with him! She’s my sister after all!” Andrelphus pouted, puffing up his tail feathers.

“Calm down son, we’re not sending them alone obviously they’ll have imps with them. Plus you think we’d marry your sister to some ruffian?” Alexander asked

Andrealphus pouted, as Stolas sighed happily knowing they would be without him.

—-----

Stolas squealed as they arrived at the circus, “This is going to be so much fun!” He yelled

“Mmph, this place smells like candy even from here!” Stella said as she hopped out of the carriage, Stolas jumped at her voice but she seemingly paid no mind.

As they entered the two imps stopped them momentarily, “Alrighty, now listen here you two, I know this is a circus and I know y'all wanna have fun and you two probably outrun us a bit! But try not to get too far so you don’t get lost ok?” The imp maid that had greeted Stolas and his father, said softly.

“Yes ma’am, we will,” Stella said, rolling her eyes, she turned around making her way into the circus with Stolas following close by her.

“I swear, I ran off one time and now I doubt I’ll ever hear the end of it! It’s so annoying!” She huffed

“Uh yeah, that um sounds annoying…” Stolas responded quietly

“Hmph, glad we agree! Now come on, I've always wanted to try carnival games!” Stella cheered excitedly as she walked through the crowd.

The two ventured through the carnival, playing different games, going on different rides, and eating food with enough sugar to give a small imp diabetes, soon they stopped for ice cream.

“Alright chocolate for Stolas, and strawberry for Stella, give this to her will you?” The butler asked he handed Stolas both icecreams,

“Oh, uh here you go Stella,” Stolas said as he tried to hand her her ice cream, but his hand faltered instead dropping it on her dress before it fell to the ground.

Stolas froze as he looked up at her watching her eyes begin to well with tears, “Oh honey, it's alright we’ll get you another one, with two big scoops!” Her maid said, trying to comfort her.

She began to tremble as Stolas tried to apologize, “I-I’m so sorry Stella, here I’ll help clean your dress off!” Stolas said shakily as she grabbed a towel to try to wipe off the ice cream staining her dress.

Stella smacked his hand away as she burst into tears, “This is the worst date ever!” She cried as she ran off into the crowd, her maid called out to her as she ran to go get the girl herself.

“Oh Lucifer, Stolas stay here please while I go get them okay!” Stolas’s butler said running off after the two before Stolas could fully process what happened.

Stolas sat on a bench near the ice cream van for a moment not even noticing he had dropped his own ice cream in Stella’s fit.

“First day meeting her and I get ice cream all over her! Father is going to kill me, or worse he takes away my grimoire!” Stolas whined to himself, and then he had an idea, “Oh! maybe if I go find her myself I won’t be in trouble!” Stolas nodded to himself as hoped of the bench entering the crowd.

Stolas walked through the crowd, his small size making it easy to get through the many people. However, it also meant he couldn't really see where he was going, unfortunately, he only realized this as he came to the back part of the circus. He walked nervously, the area was fairly empty as the circus was in its prime hours so most of its actors were busy.

He sighed to himself as he came to a wooden fence at the very back of the carnival, “Great, not only am I lost, but I’m going to be in so much trouble when I get back!” Stolas whined, but before he could turn around he heard something, it sounded like crying.

Stolas’s eyes flicked back and forth between the fence and the path, he then sighed and went closer to the fence, he came all this way after all. He squeezed himself through the fence and walked through the bushes. Soon he found the source of the noise, Stella, hugging her knees on the ground sobbing to herself.

“Stella! There you are, people are looking for you y’know !” Stolas shouted as he ran toward her. Stella smacked his hand away, “Go away, you’ve already ruined today!” She yelled as Stolas fell on his bottom.

Stolas sat there for a moment unsure what to do, he decided that the best thing to do was apologize first and foremost.

He took a deep breath before scooting a bit closer to her, “Listen, Stella, I’m really sorry about your ice cream and your dress, it was an accident honestly!” He said

“Oh please Stolas, do you think I’m stupid?!” Stella shouted

“What no I don’t-”

“I mean seriously after everything else you’ve done you really think

I’d believe that you dropped ice cream on by accident, puh-lease!” Stella huffed, turning away from him.

Stolas tilted his head confused, “W-what other stuff?” He asked cautiously,

Stella grumbled “Ugh, it’s like you're being stupid on purpose! Seriously, how don't you remember bumping into me and then stealing my duck in that fishing game or letting that tent flap hit my face when we went to see that magician?! You don’t remember any of that?!” Stella huffed as she poked his chest with her gloved finger.

Stolas paused for a moment thinking about the adventure, sure he remembered winning the fishing game and seeing the magician, and he supposed he had bumped into once or twice but everything else was lost on him.

“Well?!” Stella huffed, snapping Stolas out of his thoughts, he looked her right in the eyes as she made the same angry face she had in her picture. But he knew he couldn't just stay frozen now so he swallowed down the lump in his throat

“Uh, well I guess I remember bumping into o-once or twice but, I don’t remember anything else, any of that other stuff… ” Stolas responded, his voice quivering.

Stella huffed again as she pulled her hand away from his chest, “Well even if you don’t remember it, it still happened and all of that isn't even mentioning how you've barely looked me in the eye! I mean this is the first time we’ve met and yet every time you look at me it’s like you've seen a ghost! So explain that why don’t you!” Stella said crossing her arm across her chest while pouting,

Stolas took a deep breath deciding to tell her the truth, he was already going to be in another world of trouble when they finally got back so why not, he looked down and sighed before saying “Well it’s because of that picture your parents sent with you strangled that Quive, it uh didn’t exactly give you the best first impression.” Stolas said, looking up at her while twiddling his fingers.

Stella stared gobsmacked at him, the anger all but robbed from her face. She blinked a couple of times before she began to speak, “W-what, how did you even see that? They told me they’d thrown it out, it shouldn't have even gotten developed! A-and I didn’t even mean to do it!” Stella said in a panicked frenzy, grabbing onto her feathers.

“Wait what? What do you mean you didn't mean to do it? How do you accidentally strangle something?” Stolas said still lightly cautious of his words

Stella took a deep breath to calm herself down, “Okay maybe accidentally isn't the best way to put it…” She started, “You see when I was taking those pictures to send to your daddy my mum brought in those quives, something about them looking good with my palette or whatever.” She continued rolling her eyes. “And then out of nowhere, one of them bit me right before the photographer snapped a photo! I even have this bite to prove it!” Stella huffed pulling off her glove revealing what looked to be a deep bite mark, and Stolas blinked in a bit of shock.

“Oh my, that looks terrible, it must've hurt…” Stolas said as look at the nasty gash on her hand.

“Pft, you're telling me!” Stella huffed pulling her hand away and tugging her glove back onto her hand.

The two sat there quietly; the only noise to be heard was the rustling of leaves blowing in the wind.

Stolas sighed again as he looked up at her, “Uh, again I’m sorry for being rude to you and stuff I guess I shouldn't have judged you,” Stolas said scooting a bit closer to her.

Stella sighed “It’s fine I guess, I suppose I wouldn't be the nicest to someone if I saw them do something like that…” Stella responded, Stolas could feel her hand brushing up against his he lightly jumped at her touch. But after a second he put his hand back letting her grab a hold of it.

The two sat there quietly letting the wind blow through their feathers, both enjoying the tranquility of the moment, well loud yelling of both their names came about.

They both jumped away from each other as their impish servant came through the greenery.

“Stolas, Stella! We’ve been looking for you for ages!” The maid screeched

“We were this close to calling the royal guard to come find you! We are leaving this carnival this instant!” The butler groaned his usual monotone tone tainted with annoyance

The two were quickly pulled out of the bushes and dragged out while their servants scolded them. Soon Stolas looked up and saw a large tent,

“Oh, Mister Butler, can we please just do one more thing?!” Stolas begged planting his talons in the ground and forcing the butler to pause,

Both Stella and her maid also stopped watching the two, “After the stress you put both of us through today you think either of you two deserve ‘one more thing’?” The butler asked, turning toward the young prince.

“I know I’m sorry, but please just let us do this one thing and I promise we’ll leave right after!” Stolas begged, the butler grumbled turning toward the maid, she sighed and rolled her eyes before nodding her head.

The butler pinched the bridge of his nose with a sigh, “Fine, one more thing”. Stolas as he went over to grab Stella’s hand pulling her toward the circus tent.

“Uh, why are we here, it looks like we’ve missed half the show by now,” Stella asked as Stolas sat them down at one of the seats in the crowded tent.

“Because we're just in time for my favorite part!” Stolas said excitedly, clapping his hands.

An imp with horns seemingly too big came into the spotlight as one of the performances finished, “Now, everyone's favorite thing about circus shit: the motherfuckin' clowns!”

Several frightening Imp clowns with glowing eyes leap out at the audience from behind curtains. The large horned imp laughs as they fly outward. The audience scream and pull away in terror, with Stella grabbing onto Stolas as he giggles knowing it’s just part of the show.

The spotlight flashes over to a small foot stepping on a pedestal board accompanied by the sound of a bell jingling.

“You ready, Blitzo?” A young voice says out of view

A young imp presumably Blitzo gives a rope a quick tug. “Born ready!” Responds

Blitzo as he and another, more clown-dressed imp leap off of their boards and begin a flying trapeze act. Blitzo passes by Stella and Stolas’s section of the bleachers, time appears to slow; they both stare up at the imp in awe.

Blitzoo then lands on a ball the other imp swings away, “ Haaaaa! Tada~!” The imp laughed “Heya, folks! Wanna see me make a horse?”

Blitzo takes out a green balloon, blows it up, and attempts to tie it into a horse shape. It appears as a knot, before immediately popping.

Blitzo’s eyes widened in surprise “ Crap.” he said quietly, he then began pulling out balloons and attempting to make a horse, with them popping all the same. His expression grows more worried with each popped balloon.

The audience stares dead silent, unimpressed as Blitzo keeps trying and failing to make the simple shape.

“ De-de-de-de-do-do-do-do- Ah, hehehe, Horse!” Blitzo exclaimed nervously

as he finally made a horse except it had no legs.

“Well, heh. It was a horse, but then it ate too much sugar and its legs stopped working so he had to amputate. Now, it's a gross worm horse.”

Stolas begins to laugh softly,

“See? He gets it. Because horses - they make no sense.” Blitzo said with a small laugh

“Uh, Stolas that wasn’t really funny,” Stella murmured

“Obviously not! It’s part of the act, Fizzarolli’s coming on next!” Stolas whispered back

Fizzarolli the clown-dressed imp jumped down, joining Blitzoo with a red balloon of his own.

“Okay, Blitzoo, that's enough horsing around! Hey, everybody! Look at this, it's Banana Pudding the clown horsey!” He smiles making horse noises, the crowd laughed as Blitzo stood to the side giving an awkward laugh.

—------------------------------------------25 years Later-------------------------------------

In the present day, an adult Stolas wakes and stretches in the morning, he stares dejected at the empty spot next to him in bed. He sighs before perking up a bit and grabbing his wine-red robe. He heads into his bathroom splashing his face with water before brushing his.

He leaves his room humming to himself as he goes to his library to check on his grimoire. He flips through the pages unaware of the imp in a tattered jacket looking at him through the window, staring at the magic flying off the pages. He tugged at the window trying to get inside, falling off it as Stolas closed the grimoire.

Stolas jumped at the thud going over to open the window, he stared down only seeing the bushes that lined his house. “Must've been a bird,” He shrugged as he closed and locked the window.

He heads down the hall, stopping at one of the doors, peeking inside giving a loving smile seeing his peacefully sleeping daughter Octavia. He softly closed the door and continued down the hall.

He makes his way to the kitchen pouring himself some coffee as he hears his wife, Stella come in. He turns to look at her on the phone being held up by an imp, she readjusts her pink fluffy robe, her feathers fluffier and uncombed as she hadn't done anything to them. Her white tail feathers flap as she speaks to someone on the phone.

He poured another cup before coming up behind her, “Morning love,” he said, giving her a soft kiss on the cheek, as she handed her her cup.

“Ah morning Stolas,” She responded flatly, rubbing the feathers atop his head before continuing her conversation on the phone.

“Ah, Stella, I know you want to plan for our anniversary and stuff, but don’t you think you could take a break and let the servants handle it? I mean they're called ‘help’ for a reason.” Stolas asked as they sat down at the table.

Stella rolled her eyes, “Oh please! The last time I let them plan things everything went to shit! They got Alizarin Crimson instead of-”

“Wine red…” Stolas sighed,

“Exactly!” She huffed while hanging up her phone.

“I’m pretty sure you're the only one who noticed but alright,” Stolas mumbled under his breath as another imp brought them their breakfast.

“Oh, and speaking of the party do you have any requests? Like food, or special guests and stuff?” Stella said, taking a bite of her pancakes.

“Um, well I'm sure you’ve already planned for any food either of us would want and I’ve never cared for special guests. But I do have one teeny-tiny little request about the guest list.” Stolas started shyly.

“I’m not uninviting my brother,” Stella deadpanned

“But Stellaaaa,” Stolas whined

“Don’t ‘Stellaaaa’ me! You know I can’t uninvite him, plus he’s not even that bad!” Stella snapped, rolling her eyes.

“Ugh maybe not you and Via, but he’s certainly ‘that bad’ to me! He’s just so, so ugh!” Stolas responded by dragging his fingers down his face.

Stella sighed “Either way, you know I can’t uninvite him! You remember the stink he made when he found he was invited last, how do you think he’ll react to not being invited at all?” Stella asked, taking a sip of her coffee.

“I know but still, I won’t enjoy it…” Stolas pouted

Stella paused and set her utensils down, “How about this if you do act right then I’ll add an extra surprise to your anniversary gift~.” Stella said in a sultry tone, as reached over the table.

Stolas's feather puffed up in an instant, “I uh, suppose a few hours with him wouldn’t be too bad,”

———

Stolas stood next to Stella as they laughed along with their friends, Ville and Evelynn. Admittedly they were more Stella’s friends than his but he still got along with them.

“Wow Stella you really outdid yourself, this party is great!” Ville said with his raspy voice, swishing his wine in the glass twice as small as his white feathered hand.

“Doesn't she always~?” Evelynn giggled.

“Oh stop you two are making me blush, uh but do continue!” She tacked on at the end giving the group a laugh.

“So, how's Octavia been doing?” Ville asked, taking a sip of his drink.

“Oh, she’s just fine, she has been doing quite well with her magic studies I must say!” Stolas responded pridefully.

“Oh trust me we’ve heard plenty about it from Christopher!” Ville laughed

“Y’know Stella if those two ever got married then we’d really be sisters!” Evelynn squealed

“Oh my goodness you're so right!” Stella squealed along with her.

Ville chuckled at their excitement, “Oh actually speaking of Octavia, where is she? I've barely seen her all night.” Ville asked, scratching his jaw.

“Oh, you know how she can be sometimes, she’s probably up in her room taking a break from the party.” Stolas responded without a thought

“Mm yes, as much as I love her I do wish she wasn’t so shy sometimes.” Stella said with a small sigh.

As their conversation continued, Stolas spotted something out of the corner of his eye. Blue glitter feathers peeked out from the crowd, he bit his cheeks.

“Uh, do pardon me, I ah need to head to the bathroom,” Stolas said, shoving his glass into Stella’s free hand as he excused himself from the group. Stella gave him a bit of a funny look but shrugged as he ran off.

Stolas closed the door of the ballroom and went a bit down the dark hall, “Just a few hours, and then you get that gift you've been waiting for!” He mumbled to himself still grimacing at the thought of having to interact with his Brother-in-law.

After there for a moment or two, he heard Stella’s voice as she came up behind him, “Stolas guess who just got here!” She said happily, grabbing his arm and ready to drag him back to the party.

Stolas panicked knowing who would soon follow and be by her side. He then heard a noise like someone struggling, they both looked forward to see two large white hellhounds holding an imp between them.

“Excuse us, sir we found this imp snooping around, we’ll take care of him.” The left one said ready to continue on their way, but just then Stolas had an idea.

“Ahem, as a Goetia I believe I should deal with this disrespectful imp myself!” Stolas straightened his posture as Stella gave him a funny look.

The two hellhounds unceremoniously dropped the imp, Stolas quickly grabbed him by his raggedy jacket pulling him off to somewhere. “I’ll be back in a bit, so don’t have too much fun without me~!” He yelled as walked deeper into the hall.

“There he goes running off again, like a coward,” A sly voice behind Stella said

“Are you saying you wouldn’t deal with an imp breaking into your house? Sounds pretty cowardly to me.” Stella responded with the same sly tone in her voice.

“Wha-”

———

“Dammit, Dammit, Dammit! Why isn't he responding?!” A male imp with white hair is at the top of Stolas’s mansion.

“You don't think he got caught right Moxxie?” A female black-haired imp asked,

“Why else wouldn’t he respond, Millie? Ugh, I told him this was a bad idea! He’s probably a stone statue by now! ” Moxxie responded, pulling his hair out.

———

Stolas entered a room with the imp, “Alright, little imp, usually, I would have already turned you to stone! But since you’ve helped me a bit tonight I’ll let it slide just this-” Stolas turned around after locking the door, he paused before bending down and getting close to the imp’s face. He grabbed the imp by the chin as he began to sweat, Stolas examined his face in silence.

“Do, do I know you?” Stolas asked still looking at him

“Wha- nooo, I’ve uh only ever seen ya’ on TV!” The imp responded nervously waving his hands as he scooted back from the curious owl.

Stolas’s eyes widened as it hit him, “Wait, I do know you! You're that circus performer!” Stolas exclaimed “Oh what was your name? Buz, Bucko, Bing?” Stolas inquired, tapping his chin.

“Blitzo, it was Blitzo.” The imp responded quietly

Stolas cocked his head, “Was Blitzo?” he asked innocently

“Yeah, the ‘o’ is silent…” He responded avoiding the owl's eyes

“Huh, why silent the ‘o’?” Stolas once again inquired innocently.

“Reasons… a lot of reasons. But listen you're gonna kill me can you not turn me stone and just, like, shoot me or something?” Blitzo laughed

“Mm, no I don’t think I’ll do that,” Stolas laughed, waving his hand. “But I’m curious now, since you're here, what ever happened to you and your circus troupe? I assumed you would rebuild after that fire but it was like you all disappeared!” Stolas said crouching down to be on eye level with Blitzo.

“Uh, a lot of things were happening behind the scenes, b-before after the fire, i-it was better we split.” Blitzo responded as he crossed his arms close to his chest, still avoiding the owl's red eyes.

“How unfortunate,” Stolas responded, Blitzo could barely tell if he was being sincere or not. “Well let me ask you another thing, why exactly did you break into my house, on my anniversary no less?” Stolas asked his tone a bit more annoyed.

Blitzo paused, “I uh was trying to find a way to the human realm, and since there was this big party I thought everyone would be too distracted to notice me! Plus you're like royalty so I doubt you’d notice if I nabbed an asmodeus crystal or two, aha ha…” Blitzo responded, twiddling his finds as Stolas stared back at him.

“And what pray tell, would an imp need asmodeus crystals for?” Stolas inquired

“My uh business…” Blitzo responded

Stolas gave a surprised hum, “An imp with a business, now that’s certainly new! What does it have to do with the mortal realm?” Stolas asked his curiosity, growing with the imps nervous replies.

“Uh, well uh me and my team are assassins and get revenge for ya’ if someone killed you or anything similar! Ah, here's my business card if you're interested!” Blitzo said, perking up as he handed Stolas a crudely made business card.

Stolas stared at it, it looked like a colored piece of cardboard, he smiled “Well then, tell me little imp how would you feel if I were to hire you then?” Stolas smiled

Blitzo stared back at him, his eyes widening in shock, “A-are you serious? This isn't some prank to try to embarrass me in front of your friends or something??” he asked cautiously

“Why of course not! You’ve helped me a bit tonight, and plus I really did enjoy the shows! So it's only fair if I help to repay you! So little imp do we have a deal?” Stolas asked, giving his hand to Blitzo.

Blitzo stared at the hand before grabbing it with his own, “Yes, yes we do!” He laughed happily, shaking the owl's hand. “Well, uh I guess I should go and call back later?” Blitzo laughed as he went to the door.

But as he grabbed the knob Stolas grabbed the collar of his coat, “Ah, I kind of did tell them that I was going to deal with you. And by deal, I mean you were supposed to be a statue long before now…” Stolas said with a bit of a sigh.

“Then how am I supposed to leave?” Blitzo asked, Stolas looked over to a window as a devilish grin appeared on his face, “I have an idea.”

Moxxie and Millie stood on the roof panicking as they tried to get in contact with there, until the sound of someone talking could be heard

“Uh, Moxxie do you hear that?” Millie asked, they ran over to the edge of the roof, only to see Blitzo flying out and landing far across the yard.

Suddenly Moxxie felt his phone buzz in his pants,”Hello, sir is was that you?!” Moxie yelled over the phone.

Blitzo sat on the ground quietly not answering for a moment, “You guys are never who might've just hired us,”

—--------------A little while after that—---------------

Stella sat at a table with her, a large cake in front of them. However just as they were about to indulge an imp came crashing down onto it, “Sorry I fucked your husband!” Blitzo laughed as he quickly scurried off the table.

Stolas came rushing toward the balcony only to see the mess Blitzo had left, “STOLAS, WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT!?” Stella yelled at the top of her lungs

Stolas only stared back down at her with a cowardly expression.

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Stolas blinks awake, groaning in pain, lying next to a bottle of absinthe. He's still wearing his outfit from Ozzie's, his mascara he took an hour to perfect now running down his cheeks.. He pulls himself up, grabbing his phone out of his pocket, and scrolling through his recent photos, a series of pictures of Blitzo or things related to Blitzo.

As he stared at them he couldn't help but sing,

♫ Owl in a cage ♫

♫ You show your age ♫

♫ Your sweetness has run foul ♫

♫ Without a change you're lost, exhausted ♫

♫ By your time on stage ♫

♫ Then you walked in my room ♫

♫ And like sparks in the dark ♫

♫ Life was suddenly thrilling and new ♫

♫ What between you and I ♫

♫ Just a comfortable lie ♫

♫ I'm the fool who believes when you look in my eyes ♫

♫ Prince, all alone, upon your throne ♫

♫ Your power is so frail ♫

♫ You raise your voice ♫

♫ You have no choice ♫

♫ Inside your gilded jail ♫

Stolas stood, his hands on the balcony as he stared into the stars he usually studied. So entranced by them he didn't notice the clicking of heels coming towards him.

“Stolas…” A calm but angry but angry voice said.

He turned quickly to see Stella, he was a bit surprised to see her still dressed up at this hour.

“Ah, S-stella darling I didn't expect to see you up this late!” He stammered.

She stared back at him with clenched fists, “Don’t you Stella darling me! You were with that imp again werent you!” She yelled coming toward him.

Stolas gave her a panicked look knowing that he couldn't argue. His silence only seemed to enrage her further, “Oh, I can’t believe you, do you even know what you've done!” Stella yelled.

“Stella please, I-i know I hurt you but-”

“But nothing! Not only have you completely disgraced our marriage, but you've also completely embarrassed us! Do you have any idea how difficult it was to track down all the newspapers of your little speech in the Wrath ring?! Have you thought about any of that!?” Stella screeched, coming closer to his face.

She raised her hands seemingly ready to crash down hard onto Stolas’s chest. However her fists came down onto him rather softly, she held them there lightly hitting on his chest as tears began to fall from her eyes.

“Stella…” Stolas said softly as they both sank to the ground.

They both sat there as Stella shivered while quietly sobbing, after a moment Stolas went to grab one her hands now in her lap. However, the second he placed his hand on hers she quickly pulled them away.

“No, no,no I-i’m done with you! I can’t do this, I hate you!” Stella yelled as she rose up.

“What, no Stella please can w-we can talk about this!” Stolas said standing up with her.

“After all you've done you think you deserve that!?” She yelled back.

“I-i don’t but please, j-just give me a chance. I’ll agree to whatever you want to do just-” Stolas begged, returning to his knees.

“Fine..” Stella said, Stolas gave a sigh of relief, before Stella continued. “I’m calling my brother..” She said, crossing her arms.

“W-what, but Stella he has nothing to do with this a-and-” Stolas stammered

“Ah ah! You said you’d agree to anything, this is anything!” She replied snlyly, Stolas sat there on the ground as Stella walked back into the house.

Stella clutched her chest as she closed the balcony door, sighing as wiped the mascara off her face.

“M-mom, are you okay?” Stella snapped her head up to see Octavia, from the looks of it she seemed groggy as if she had just woken up.

Stella sighed seeing that she probably hadent heard their conversation, “Y-yes, I’m just fine dear! Come on you should be getting back to bed!” Stella responded grabbing her daughter shoulders to lead her back to her room.

“A-are you sure, I heard you two arguing, again…” Octavia said planting her talons in the ground to keep her mother from moving her.

Stella paused, “I- yes dear, its just-” Stella paused again deciding to bite her tongue, “I-it’s nothing, we’re fine! Now come on lets get to bed..” She responded softly.

“Mh, alright…” Octavia responded, but even then she couldnt help but turn back to the balcony door.

And on the other side sat Stolas wallowing in his own mistakes and misery.

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And I’m done, this took so much longer than I anticipated!

Now if you have any criticism’s please share, I had a bit of trouble with certain parts. For example Stella and Stolas a muppet babies, I was trying to make there conversation realistic for there age without just making them drool. Same with Stolas and Blitzo’s talk, it looked a bit funny but I tried so I guess thats what matters?

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from al jazeeras live reporting of the first ICJ hearing, 11 Jan 2024

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Hazbin Hotel Rewrite; Opening up at the Bar

From what I seen from hh with how it handles sa topics, it's very...questionable. Now the show hasn't still come out yet so I won't go into detail about it, but with how they use the song 'poison' and behind the scenes of it (viv making a sex joke as marketing the song and the lead storyboard shipping val x angel despite what it's meant to portray in canon) makes it understandable for people to critque the show's portrayal of it. So for here, I want to approach Angel's truama as respectfully as I can with Angel opening up to Husk as it seems to be the same episode where both of them improve their relationship. I hope I'm able to address sa well because I know it's a very delicate topic that shouldn't be written lightly (especially for truama responses like hypersexuality) so if you have any problems with how I written it and how I should change it, please let me know. I will rewrite it until I portray this topic properly and credit you for your critque/help (unless you don't want to)

Content Warning; SA and mention of drug/alcohol addiction

A bar full of bottles and boozes sitting there in windless silence, aching for their next customer. Its emptiness is numbing, the stranded desert of this hotel. Husk, tapping his fingers in rhythm, halts it as though the ticking of a clock stops and sighs in relief, grateful that his work is now done. He takes a bottle of booze, fulfilling its fate as he opens the lid to drain it all down, until he hears the door creaking. 

He groans “Oh it’s you,” as Angel Dust drags himself towards the bar, collapsing his face to the poseur table. “What do you want now? Bar’s gonna close soon. So hurry up.” 

Angel’s face tilts up. “A drink, please.” His voice is soft yet hoarse.

Husk rolls his eyes, wishing for that sweet graveness to enter this bar once again. He goes through his bottles. “Which one?” He asks with a hostile glare.

“Any.”

Angel Dust slowly lifts himself up from the table, staring in discomfort at Husk grabbing a random bottle from his shelf, a sense of dread lingers onto him. 

“Husk…” His voice grows quiet.

“What?”

“I’m…sorry.” His eyes not meeting Husk’s gaze. 

“For what?” He responds snappily, placing one hand to his hip.

“For earlier…” Angel answers, his eyes still refusing to see Husks. “For saying and doing all those weird things to you, I'm sorry.”

His grouchy face still remains. “Whatever,” firmly placing the bottle to the table and swishing it towards Angel. “Don’t do that again.”

“Yeah,” his body tenses, “I hope so…”

Husk brows raised. “Hope so? What do you mean?”

The question hangs on as Angel Dust fiddles their hands, looking down at the wooden dry floor. The room has been fogged in silence as Husk finds himself repeatedly tapping his fingers, wondering when the clock will finally end its grating tick. 

“Well…” His voice quivers, tracing his eyes back to Husks. “I don’t know…”

Husk’s face turned puzzled. “The hell you mean you don't know?!” 

“I-” Angel pauses himself for a moment, “I don't know. I just don’t know.” His face bangs on the table as his arms come to cover.

“Ah well, might just be a you problem then.” He cackles at his own joke, with hollow applause. 

Angel huffs, “That’s what you all think.” His voice became more irritated. 

Husk’s laughter abrupt into cold stillness, his voice freezes with the rest of his body. 

Angel continues, “All of you think i’m just some dirty sex pest, huh? A running sex joke?” Anger starts to rise through his voice, “Even Charlie thinks what I do is just who I am- like I chose this!” He cuts himself off, facing down to the lifeless floor again. “Like I chose this…”

Husk words vanished, his voice having trouble coming out of his mouth. All he could do is stand there, watching Angel Dust ponder through his thoughts. 

“You know I don’t actually like being sexual twenty-four seven? Crazy right?” He formed a smile, though not by sweetness, but by bitterness. “I don’t actually like making endless sex jokes or dirty talk, I don’t actually like to constantly fantasise or masturbate or sleep around with a bunch of nobodies,” bitterness starts to spread through his voice, “and I especially don’t like working in that place!” He holds his breath, exhaling to serene air. “But I do it anyway, no matter how hard I try.” His finger scratched the table harshly with a melancholic frown. “I don’t know what is wrong with me, I didn’t used to be like this, it was only after-” Angel cuts himself off as his body starts trembling. He places a heart on his hand, feeling the rapid sounds of his heartbeat. “After…” He slows himself, unable to muster anything else to speak of. 

His eyes lift to Husk, seeing the statue that he became, his widened pupils not even taking one blink. Angel’s face rose with worry, “Oh uh…sorry.” He murmurs. “Sorry, I’ll just take the booze or-”

“Go on.” Husk's voice comes back again.

“W-what?” He quivers, taken aback by what he heard.

“Go on…” Husk's voice trails off, still a statue of himself.

Angel Dust pursed his lips, facing down once more. “There was a time back then, when I sneaked into a bar for some alcohol, the thing that helped me most when I was alive. There was a really fancy bottle, porcelain white shimmering with bubbles, I couldn’t help myself. I had to have it. Then he caught me, I thought he would kill me. Instead, he made a deal; that if I work in his business, I won’t need to steal anything or even need a place to stay…” He breaks off, his fingers scraping themselves to a shell. “So I worked as one of his sex workers; a stripper for his bars, an actor for his films, anything to do with sex, really. It wasn’t what I was always interested in, but it felt…better? Being more open and honest about myself that I never got to do on earth. That is, until I came back to his home…He told me he wanted to show me something, my ‘reward’...” He holds back on his words, wrapping his arms around in a warm embrace. “After that, I…I don't know, I guess that’s where I started becoming more sexual. It’s like a switch where my mind now constantly thinks about sex, even if it’s not what I want. It’s my poison.” He holds onto his words again, reflecting his thoughts. “Maybe it’s a way of control, to take back what he did to me, not letting him hurt me…but is it any good if you can’t control it yourself?” He finds himself eyeing at the bottle of toxicated liquid. “That’s why I came here, I couldn’t find any drugs. So alcohol will just have to do.”

Husk exhales a quiet breath, with Angel’s words stalling through his mind. He saw Angel reaching for the bottle. “Wait!” He alerts, taking the bottle before Angel could have the chance. Angel looks at him, confound. “Why?” Husk fell silent, wavering on his memory like a lightning struck in a bottle. He places the bottle back to its fateless place and starts rummaging through the tea bags until one reads ‘Black Caravan Tea’. He places the tea bag in a muggy cup and clicks the kettle to brew. Minutes go by as the kettle finally makes its thump, breaking Husks trance as he pours the steamy water onto the cup and gently pushes it over to Angel. “Here” He says softly. “Careful, it’s hot.” Angel slowly directs his eyes to the hot tea, then back to Husk, his mouth making a quiet gasp. “I know it’s not much,” He adds. “But for you, I hope it can be enough.”

Angel dust calmly blows the steam off his tea and takes a sip, warm smoky sweetness filling his mouth in peaceful bliss. He continues sipping it at a slow pace, enjoying each moment with him and his magical tea, transforming his mind to ocean waves, hearing its soothing whooshes and the pleasant echoes of bird’s chirping. After taking one last sip, he notices Husk with his own muggy cup, cooling off the steam before slurping down the whole tea to an empty cup. His grouchy face disappeared, replacing it with a genial smile; friendly and relaxed. Like warming his face with radiant golden sunlight. 

“What’s this?” Angel asks as soon as Husk tastes his last drop.

“Black Caravan.” Husk replies, licking his lips. “My Babushka always makes this tea, saying ‘If you get upset, don’t waste your mouth with vodka, relish it with Caravan.’” He glimpses away from Angel dust, shining a little star in his eyes before glaring at the shelves of bottles and boozes. “Heh, no wonder I hadn’t remembered…” 

Angel snickers. “My Nonno says something similar. He said; ‘You don’t stuff your mouth with alcohol, you stuff it with Frittelie!’” They both chuckle with each other, reminiscing of their old lives before the room went to silence. Both eyes looking away from each other as Angel proceeds to fiddle with his hands and Husk tapping his table, now only slow and with no rhythm. A clock’s final strikes till midnight. “You know,” He spoke solemnly. “After you're done with work and all, instead of finding drugs, you can come straight here to talk or have some tea. Either one or both to get off some steam.” 

Angel glances back to Husk’s sentimental gaze, his eyes lit up. “You’ll…You’ll do that?”

“Yeah.” He responds, keeping his gaze to Angel Dusts. “I’d do. For you…”

Their eyes locked in their gazes, their beating hearts twined to one another. Angel’s eyes turn away from the burning faint shades of pink of his face, looking steadily at the cup. “Yeah,” a small line shaped to a tender smile, “I’d like that.”

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I don't know if scene rewrite asks are allowed, but I have one regarding S1E8 where Beelzebub confronts Loona after the drinking contest:

In the episode, Beelzebub goes to Loona about Blitz managing to outdrink her in the drinking contest, saying that she can sense the energies of everyone at her party and wasn't getting an "okay vibe" from him. After seeing some opinions on the other side, I realized that didn't make a lot of sense. She's supposed to represent the prince/princess of gluttony/overindulgence.

I think that a possible alternate and slightly more accurate version would be that after the drinking scene, Tex goes to Loona and confronts her about her dad, maybe saying something about him managing to beat the embodiment of gluttony at a drinking contest. Loona can then say the "he's always a mess" line, leading to Tex urging her to at least check on him. Loona gets slightly upset that Tex isn't trusting her word and maybe lets something slip about him not being on her side (which might not make a lot of sense given that Bee doesn't confront her in this version, but I'm just spitballing), which might tie into some unresolved feelings of infatuation on her side that happened when she first saw him. She then realizes that she might've said too much and apologizes, which leads to the rest of the episode's ending. This would be better since it's more in line with what a demon of gluttony would do, which is not care.

If there's any tweaks I should make to this, let me know

I welcome rewrite asks for any rewrite ideas and yours sounds neat anon! I'm sure to make that rewrite when I can (It may takes some time due to eyestrain/my eye having a concerning problem rn). I think for the slip up though, it can be something like 'not getting what it's like' instead of not being on her side, which makes him more annoyed since he actually had an experience similar to blitzo which is why he's concerned for him at this moment. This would also fit loona's apology since she now knows what tex has been through and would make the episode flow smoothly. Appreciate your rewrite anon, it sounds great!

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the rewrite of stolas and blitzo being the victim of abuse by showing that how they process their trauma and how they are being affected by it great. This particular topic that could explore more about how horrible people can suffer from abuse they can also perpetuating the cycle of abuse

Exactly. Helluva's themes of abuse doesn't work when you pick and choose who is and who isn't an abuser.

Stella is an abuser, yes. But so is stolas. He coerced blitzo under his lower class and proceeds to infantilise and objectify him throughout their relationship. And while Blitzo is a victim of stolas, he is also an abuser to his employees, often bullying them (specifically moxxie) and disregarding his employees boundaries from his infatuation with them. If Helluva boss wants to presents themes of abuse, then they should be portraying them as abusers who also are affected from the abuse they gone through and give them the proper consequences for their abuse, without involving the abuse upon them (e.g, blitzo being held accountable for not reciprocating his 'love' for stolas, his abuser).

I have a og work inspired by helluva boss and this is one of the themes i would utilized in it, where abusive characters are also victims of abuse from others and how it affects them as well as breaking the cycle of abuse with either the abusive characters changing for the better or the victims of the abusive character in question strain away from them for themself and their mental health. This theme is interesting to explore and i want to be able to explore that concept well.

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Behind the scenes AU: Viv's demonsona is a bad director and runs this show into the ground

But imagine the demon actor for Mammon is actually just a big sweetheart (for a demon, he gives weapons to demon children to play with), he's just good at playing a stereotypically awful guy

Neat idea anon, I like the 'sweet actor playing an awful guy', the contrast can make have potential for comedy (and i really like that kind of trope in actor aus too)

I feel like Viv's demonsona engages in fandom culture and tries to put her fans ideas in her work which derails it lmao

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What program do you use to make your HB scene rewrites and what is your creative process behind making them? Any advice and tips you got on doing these scene rewrites?

I ask because I not only do I love your rewrites and the dialogue in them (specially since I can hear the characters voices in the scenes themselves), but also because the style of the words look very nice. In my eyes, they look like there's neon lights inside the words themselves lighting up around them. Not to mention I'd like to try a hand at doing scene rewrites myself, after seeing some Tumblr users (including you, which btw thank you so much for the inspiration) do scene rewrites themselves, especially of Helluva Boss.

Sorry it took long to answer anon, red eyes got to me a few weeks ago but now its much better (just gotta use the computer in smaller portions now).

I use canva for my rewrites since their free and you can easily create them there. It's a very simple process;

Screenshot an image

Upload them on Canva

Go back on 'Uploads' for Canva and press the 'Use in Design'

Select the Text section with 'GLOW'

Choose the size (mine would typically be somewhere between 20-30+) depending on what the size looks like

Select the colour of your choice

Write the scene

Once finished, download

My tips/advice would be if you want to keep a consistent colour for a character, you either can download your current one and go back to the one with that particular colour for the character. If that colour appears on a particular image (since canva suggest certain colours for the scene), you can go back to that image, select the colour and then insert the image your rewriting for it. Another way of keeping colour consistent is to duplicate canva and with that new tab, repeat step 3 and continue using a different character. It's how I did fizz and Blitzo for my last rewrite since it makes it much easier and I don't have to remember the specific colour 24/7.

Another tip/advice would be to give your rewrites headings in your canva so that it makes it less confusing for you. I typically title my canvas 'helluva rewrites' which makes them 'hb rewrites (1)' - 'hb rewrites (6)'. It creates a neat order for you to line up your rewrites well (also if your computer has 'hb rewrites' and 'hb rewrites (1)', hb rewrites is the first one while hb rewrites (1) is the second).

That's all the tips/advice i can provide. It's a really simple process, plus its free to use as long as you have an account. I'm really appreciative of your support and how my text is pleasing for your eyes since i use 'glow' to make it easily read while choosing colours that wouldn't cause people eye strain. I would really look foward into your rewrites and glad that I inspired you in some way like hb and the critical community has inspired me.

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Once Hazbin Hotel comes out, are you going to watch it and rewrite scenes like Helluva Boss?

I'm definetly gonna watch hazbin hotel when it comes out though I'm not sure of rewriting it. Maybe if its clicking with my brain. For now, I wanna focus on my og work inspired by helluva boss and my eyes (I developed red eyes so I'm trying to keep it in check with less internet)

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the hallucination dream of blitzo seeing moxxie thinking he got money easily just by sleeping around with nobility

Yep, it's to give in an aspect of blitzo and his insecurities with doubting his 'success' like 'did I really accomplish anything?' 'does it matter if my success was started with this royal man's "help"?' and the big question that he tries to ignore; 'Am i really in control with this man dangling his grimoire at me for some "passionate fornication"?'

It could bring in some interesting conflicts surrounding his job and relationships like striker and fizz, who may have similar relationships with their royals or have a desire to tear down these royals that take advantage of their struggles for their own gain. His insults to fizz surround him and Asmodeus can kinda come from projection at how he perceives his relationship with stolas and how that impacted his business (doubts of his success with stolas taking advantage of him for it) and striker himself can be who he agrees upon with royals taking advantage of them and a part of him may even want striker to succeed (with acknowledging what that can do to his business of course)

This is also kinda a foreshadow for an original character having the same relationship as stolas and blitzo, only this time its framed as toxic and would show how it negatively affects the character. I would try to post more content of the og work here since its inspired b hb and would appreciate any asks or anons surrounding it. It's currently still in the works as I would have to plan out, research and of course, rewatch/analyse the show in order to gain a better understanding of it-though the conceptual plots and ideas are already there.

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The rewrite of moxxie and millie in unhappy campers interaction make much more sense. Moxxie is not gonna mad millie gonna be the center of attention he will be supportive of her

Exactly! He'd be more annoyed at her being 'distracted' from the mission than gaining attention from a bunch of teenagers. Season 1 establishes him as the stable straight man of the imp team so it was kinda out of character and made no sense, especially when the conflict for them was right there in their face; millie gaining attention from teens which drifts and gains nothing from their mission.

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Truth Seekers Rewrite- Blitzo's Hallucination

The symbolism is very interesting in this part of the episode (whether for the right or wrong reasons)

Last rewrite was a little too on the nose so I'm hoping this is more subtle (This also may or may not be foreshadowing for an og work-)

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Blitzo is the character i really hate and thank you for rewriting that scene make it very clear blitzo HATE STOLAS

Thank you! Blitzo throughout all of s1 clearly doesn't reciprocate stolas's feelings and given the context of how the deal started, it's reasonable. If were keeping that 'deal' then it should be acknowledged that stolas coerced blitzo into sex, which doesnt make it sex. It's sa. Even if stolas is an abuse victim himself of stella, that still doesnt mean that he cannot be an abuser himself. Same with blitzo, who is an abuse victim of stolas and abuses his employees. The show shouldn't pick and choose which 'abuse' is bad because they all are and they should be treated as such.

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Opps Rewrite- Blitzo talks about Stolas

*really bad time (Sorry for the error)

Rewatching 'murder family' where stolas started that monthly deal while blitzo was fending his life that he knows on a phonecall now reeks of manipulation and coercion. The fact that were meant to root for this 'love' story is honestly crazy.

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Quick Rewrite of Mammon's Magnificant Musical- The Critic from Tumblr

I may or may not rewrite this same scene again (this is the shorter one, the other one is gonna change this character completely)

If Viv is gonna seethe over tumblr blogs then at the very least bring fizz some bastardness back lol

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I've seen a post on your blog about how in your rewrite of Exes and Oohs, where you made Crimson a sinner who adopted Moxxie and how their conflict is rewritten to Crimson now being against Moxxie's job at I.M.P. due to the former raising the latter to not be like him in his past life at all costs. While I do this idea of yours, as I feel and agree with you that it gives a more unique parent vs child conflict between Crim & Mox, I do feel however that this idea of yours raises a couple questions/plot holes, so I thought I'd ask you.

If Crimson in your HB Rewrite/AU is a sinner now, why does he look like an imp rather than a sinner (do you plan on redesigning Crimson to look like a sinner instead of an imp or do plan on keeping him the same)?

If Exes and Oohs takes place in the Greed Ring and Crimson is now a sinner, how is he able to be in the aforementioned ring itself when it's been established by Viv that sinners can't leave the Pride Ring (unless in your AU that sinners are no longer trapped in the Pride Ring and can travel to all the other rings or Exes and Oohs is relocated to take place in the Pride Ring instead of the Greed Ring like in the original canon)?

Thank you for coming with your concerns anon

I haven't thought about the difference between sinners and imps are in term of design (perhaps sinner having more animalistic features to represent their sins?). This is a valid point to bring up, I might redesign him to fit that though I cant put that redesign onto the rewrites since I dont know how to insert it and im not good at drawing online, i can only do it in paper. I could change it into his parents being sinners and raising him as a parentless child who admired the parents he had and instill those values they taught him onto his son so it would make more sense worldbuilding and design wise while maintaining the conflict.

For my rewrite, sinners remain in their respective areas of their sins (an angry person in the wrath ring, an arrogant person in the pride ring, you get the gist). I always find that worldbuilding part of vivzie's world make no sense for hell because of people sins being very diverse and fitting it onto just one ring to make convenience for hazbin just doesn't work. They can still go to other rings though very rarely from the lack of necessities they have over demons in hell because their sinners obviously, they definetly are the lowest ranked in hell in my rewrite. If Chaz is a sinner, he'd remained in the greed ring and worked hard to the top that gave the greed demons in charge of the sinners respect for him for his hard work and growth that they made him 'one of them'. He's in the ring from his greediness ending up harming mutliple people throughout his life (involving him specifically having a hitman business) in which he deeply regrets that he compensates by working hard in hell and teaching his son not to become like him basically.

Hopefully that answers your questions

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In regard to your quick rewrite of "Queen Bee", how would you write/rewrite Beelzebub (AKA Queen Bee herself) in your rewrite of the episode itself? Or would she not be in the episode at all (given she wasn't featured in any of the screenshots from your rewrite; hence why I asked; I know it might sound very stupid to ask about that given the episode's title and that it wouldn't make sense to call it "Queen Bee" without showing the Queen/Ruler of the Gluttony Ring herself, but I thought I might as well ask anyways)?

Well, I'd rewrite her similar to the original though more into the indulgence like pestering loona into having more drinks and just generally careless towards the affects of it because, of course, their a representive of gluttony.

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Seeing blitzo horrible and creepy behavior that just make me wish moxxie and millie cutting ties with blitzo and loona. That will really be a great consequence for blitzo

Yeah, I was kinda suprised because I initially thought they would cut ties at one point in the series, really showing how blitzo screw up yet again and that would be his wake up call or at least have it be acknowledged in truth seekers, but no, apparently him 'pushing his friends away' is the issue, not him being obsessive over his employee's love lives and constantly invading their privacy. Yet for some reason, it never gets acknowledged even if thats the obvious problem we see throughout the series multiple times.