A Moon Knight reader x Hazbin hotel & Helluva boss story:
"I am vengeance, I am the night, I am bat---I mean Moon Knight!"
"Yeah..."
Y/n was just your normal average day person, until one day that dumbass died, that's when the Egyptian God named Kho...
A/n: Back again, back again, I am back again. Now, let's get down to business!
[Location, Stolas's Mansion]
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Scene opens up to a sunlit exterior of Stolas's mansion. A sigh of contentment from Stolas is heard. Blitzø is shown lighting a cigarette on Stolas' bed and 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.
Blitzø: When this happens, it's not really something I fuss about...
He uses cigarette to burn rope, freeing Stolas, who takes Blitzø's cigarette from him and takes 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 puts out the cigarette in one of Blitzø's horns and pinches his cheek before Blitzø shoves 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 pulls 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: (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 near Blitzo's crotch.
Stolas: ...Special access~ (Chuckles)
Blitzø: Look, I told you, we're not bodyguards. Okay? That was a one-time thing we did badly.
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.
Blitzø: Well if you promise this isn't some fuck fest invite, it does sound like it could be a blast and a half. Plus, it's not like we can do jack shit without your book anyway.
Stolas: (Baby-talk voice) Aww, I'm sowwy your clients will have to wait...
Blitzø: (Waves a dismissive hand) Oh, fuck my clients!
Marc: I hope you don't mean that literally Blitzø, but knowing you, you probably do....
Suddenly, the camera pan's over to a very tired looking Marc sitting in a chair next to Stolas's bed.
