The Devil's In The Detail: Helluva Boss (Hiatus)

The Harvest Moon Festival

We open up to a sunlit exterior of Stolas's mansion. A sigh of contentment from Stolas is heard. Blitzo is shown lighting a cigarette on Stolas' bed. Xandra is sitting between him and Stolas, in her undergarments as Blitzo lights her cigarette. He folds his arms behind his head.

Stolas: *Arms tied up* I’m sorry for having to move our little rendezvous early. I have an engagement this month on the full moon.

Stolas is shown wearing a ball gag and harness, his hands tied to the headboard with rope.

Blitzo: When this happens, it’s not really something we fuss about...

He uses the cigarette to burn the rope, freeing Stolas, who takes Blitzo's cigarette from him and takes a long drag of it.

Xandra: But, do you really need the book for this farm bullshit? We have, like, fifteen new clients waiting for heads to roll.

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

Stolas puts out the cigarette in one of Xandra's horns and pinches both their cheeks before the Imps shove 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.

Blitzo pulls a feather out of his mouth in disgust. Xandra reaches behind her and pulls out several feathers from inside her panties.

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

Xandra: Not to mention they pretty much grow all of hell's food.

Stolas: *Sits up* Oh! Why don’t you all join me at the festival? I can guarantee you all…

Stolas pulls the covers over his head and his head appears between the Imps. Both his hands on their thighs.

Stolas: …special access. *Chuckles*

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

Xandra: Yeah, last time we were bodyguards, we burned down a crappy theme park.

Stolas stands up with the covers on his head. He does 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.

Blitzo: Well, if you promise this isn’t some fuck fest invite, it does sound like it could be a blast and a half.

Xandra: Plus, it’s not like we can do jack shit without your book anyway.

Stolas: *Baby-talk voice* Aw, I’m sowwy your clients will have to wait…

Blitzo: *Waves a dismissive hand* Oh, fuck my clients!

Later, at Moxxie and Millie’s apartment, there is a Robo Fizz sign on top of the building. Moxxie and Millie are asleep in their bed. Moxxie’s phone lights up and a Phantom of the Opera organ ringtone is heard. Moxxie taps the phone and rolls over. The phone rings again. In annoyance, Moxxie grabs the phone and sits up.

Moxxie: What do you want, sir?

Blitzo: *On the Phone* 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?

Millie sits up in excitement.

Millie: The Harvest Moon Festival?! Yee-fuckin'-haw!

Moxxie: *Sighs* Well, Millie likes the idea. Wait... Where are you calling from?