Asmodeus: Damn it! Today's the day Y/N is supposed to join us to lead the new cenobites. I completely forgot to prepare for this.
Fizzarolli raised an eyebrow, still processing the sudden turn of events.
Fizzarolli: Wait, what? Y/N is staying with us to lead the new cenobites?
Fizzarolli turned to Asmodeus with a puzzled expression, trying to make sense of the sudden news.
Fizzarolli: Hold on a second. Why does Y/N have to stay here with the new cenobites? Not that I'm against it or anything.
Asmodeus: Well, Pinhead wants Y/N to lead the new recruits on his own. It's a move to groom him into more of a leader. Y/N also needs to oversee the integration and training of the newcomers. We're essentially hosting them here until they're ready to join the ranks.
Fizzarolli sips his cup of coffee, while Asmodeus facepalms in doubt.
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We immediately transition to the Greed Ring, where Fizzarolli runs over a cup in a glamorous limo. He steps out onto purple carpet, while speakers and confetti blasters shaped like dildos pop out of the car. The confetti sprays over everyone, while one demon brushes it off, and another demon chokes to death on one of them. Fizzarolli walks off and his hell dogs, called quieves, come out the car and start to feast on the corpse. Fizzarolli claps and whistles to get the quieves' attention to get going. They arrive and spiral around Fizz, spinning him as he laughs. Roller skates come out of his shoes as he blasts off.
Fizzarolli: Whoa! Girls, girls!
Fizz laughs and rolls around the block with his quieves, skating at top speed, knocking over demons and hitting a trash can. His visor's built-in wipers clean all the garbage off them.
Fizzarolli: Man, it's great not being in the spotlight for once!
All of the demons glare at Fizzarolli. While he is skating, Blitzo is currently getting kicked out of a coffee shop by a Hellhound. Y/N immediately followed behind.
Blitzo: Look lady, it's not OUR fault if you only know how to make coffee that tastes like piss!
Fizzarolli becomes shocked, and hits the brakes on his skates, while Blitzo and Y/N stammer in fear.
Blitzo: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, WHOA!
Fizzarolli: Oh, wow. Lookee who it is.
Blitzo: Oh, fuck... You again...
Fizzarolli: Stalkin' me now, huh?
Blitzo: Oh, don't fuckin' flatter yourself, clown. I have my own life, y'know, without YOU in it.
Fizzarolli: Uh huh, sure! Blitzo.
Blitz: The "O" is silent now, bitch! And gee whiz, we've been in each other's relative vicinity TWICE, in the last FIFTEEN YEARS! That would make me, THE SHITTIEST STALKER IN HISTORY!
Fizzarolli pets his quieves.
Fizzarolli: Twice... IS ALREADY WAY TOO MUCH.
Y/N: Actually, it's three.
Fizzarolli: Why three?
Y/N: Because three is bigger than two and not too big.
Fizzarolli: Ok. That's cute. Real cute.
Fizzarolli shoves Blitzo out of he way and walks off. Blitzo dusts himself off and glares at Fizz.
Blitzo: Yeah, well at least I'm still actually working for my shit. And not getting everything handed to me like some pampered attention whore!
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Helluva Guy (Helluva Boss x Autisic reader.)
AdventureBlitz, a classic demon Imp, sets out to run his own small assassin business with his weapons specialist Moxxie, his bruiser Millie, and his receptionist hellhound Loona. Together, they attempt to survive each other while running a start-up in Hell.
