AN: Important Note: This story is going by a timeline in which three years have passed in both Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss and can also be followed on Archive Of Our Own.

Disclaimer: I do not own Helluva Boss or Hazbin Hotel

Why did he keep doing this? He thought by now, after nearly three years of sleeping together month after month, Stolas would be tired of him. After all, isn't that what rich people having affairs did? Just slut around with some random punk to piss off their spouse for a few weeks and then move on to the next one? At least that's what should be happening, but instead, Blitzo was being cuddled in a fancy bed by one of Hell's demon princes who was peacefully hooting in his ear.

After three years of doing this, Blitzo still had no idea why he allowed this to happen. It's not like this was going to end happily ever after or something. Fuck, he knew what Stolas wanted, but it was nothing more than a dream. The owl demon had told him long ago just how bad his marriage to his bitch of a wife was like and how miserable he had been all these years with the only bright spot being Octavia. Frankly, if Blitzo had to deal with such an utter cunt like Stella, he'd cheat the fuck out of her too.

Honestly, things like this made Blitzo glad he wasn't born a noble and forced to marry against his will or else end up being disinherited. His family, both the one he made over the years and the one he was born into, could be troublesome, but they still cared for each other.

On his blood-related family side, Blitzo's father might have been a jerk, but he was a tough-love kind of parent who taught his children how to not take shit from anybody. Blitzo didn't want to admit it, but he did cry after his father's heart attack sent him to the grave. Well, temporarily grave. After all, unless you were killed by angel weapons, all demons eventually came back after their deaths. It was just a matter of how long you stayed in the void until your essence recovered.

On his sibling side, his twin, Barbie, was an utter glory hound who everyone loved and prided herself on being one of the best circus performers in Hell. But she never stopped encouraging Blitzo to try and be better, even if he always failed. And Tillia? Well, she was an angel at heart and was the mother he and his sister never had due to her dying giving birth to them. They had their grips as all siblings did, but they still came together for the holidays and the anniversaries of their parents' deaths as proper siblings.

His current family, the one he made out of hard work and sweat, was just as, if not more, dysfunctional, but he wouldn't trade them for anything. Loona was his beloved adopted daughter, and nothing was going to change that. Moxxie and Millie were his best friends, even if one of them was a pussy and the other was a kissass. Their company had been through ups and downs, victories and defeats, but they came together, in the end, no matter what. None of them would let the other down if it really came to it, and each one of them would risk their neck for the other.

"Hmmm, Blitzy..." Stolas whispered as Blitzo looked down and found that he had been stroking Stolas's back feathers for a while now. Blushing, the imp assassin sighed and slowly made his way out of the bed to get a drink while making sure to grab one of the night robes Stolas made for him last Heckmas. After all, he got in trouble last time he went around naked with his dick hanging out.

Arriving at the kitchen, Blitzo opened the fridge and got out a beer before noticing a figure on one of the table's chairs. Octavia looked up from her books and paper as the two demons stared at each other in awkwardness before Blitzo sat down across from her on the table. "Finals work?"

"College sucks," Octavia muttered, rubbing her temples. "I haven't slept in fourteen hours..."

"Which is why I never bothered," Blitzo said, shaking his head before taking a swing at his beer. "I've seen what that shit does to humans in the living world. So much debt and most of them never find a job in their industries, so they end up going into another career, get depression, or ending up doing suicide."

"And here I thought it was because you had the intelligence of a squirrel," Octavia said with a smirk.

"Hey, squirrels are intelligent creatures. They're just a little nutty like me," Blitzo replied with a wink.

Octavia did her best to hold back a chuckle but failed. "You know...I still don't know why your act didn't do so well in the circus. You are funny sometimes. Not always, but sometimes."

"Eh, what can I say? The Circle of Greed has no sense of humor," Blitzo muttered with a shrug. "So know what the chefs are cooking tomorrow?"

"Eggs benedict, sausage, and french toast," Octavia answered before filling out a line on her paper. "And since they know you're here, they're making your favorite raspberry jam treats to go with it."

"Ah, the benefits of sleeping with a rich man," Blitzo said with a smirk. Leaning back against his chair, feet on the table, he looked at Octavia and asked, "So...Octavia...how are things between us?"

"What do you mean?" Octavia asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I mean, it's been three years since I started sleeping with your dad. Things are kinda good between us, but we didn't really get onto the best of footing in our first real meeting," Blitzo admitted thinking back to that day at Loo Loo Land. He was so glad that he wasn't sued by Mammon that day. That little fucker was as greedy as a Swiss Bank Owner. "I mean, you kinda did blame me for your parents fighting all the time...which is kinda true..."

Sighing, Octavia grabbed the beer in Blitzo's hands and took a big gulp of her own. "Honestly? It's my own fault for not seeing just how bad things were between my parents sooner." She handed it back to him before shaking her head. "Looking back now, you and Dad sleeping together really just only shattered the illusion we all had as a happy family. Mom didn't care that Dad was sleeping with someone else. After all, she apparently had been doing it long before then. No, her only issue was that he was sleeping with an imp of all creatures."

"Yeah, she's made that clear every time she glares at me," Blitzo snorted, rolling his eyes. The amount of anger in her face whenever she saw Blitzo made him wonder if her veins were going to pop. "Not to mention the way she treats my employees and daughter. Look, you want to hate me for sleeping with your husband? Fine. But leave my team out of it, especially Loona. Asshole threatened to once get her neutered."

"And Loona got even by crapping in her rose garden," Octavia said, shaking her head in amusement.

"Taught her everything she knows," Blitzo said proudly. "Seriously, Octavia. No offense to you in general, but your mother is a bitch."

"I know. In some ways, she's barely a mother to me. I mean, I do love her, but sometimes I don't know if she loves me like a mother or like a noble lady," Octavia muttered as she looked down at the table. "Did you know that I have more memories of my Dad than I do with my Mom? My Dad always took me to school, went to my class plays, took me out to enjoy life, and was always by my bedside when I was sick or scared. Mom just only came if she was forced to or if it had something to do with our image, like going to a fancy noble party or trying to hook me up with some other noble's son."

"At least you have a mom," Blitzo muttered, shaking his head. "I'd give anything to have known mine for five minutes...even if she was a bitch."

"But honestly, you're not too bad, Blitzo," Octavia answered with a smile. "I kinda do find you funny when you're not an asshole. You're daughter's pretty cool and fun to hang out with. But most importantly, you do make Dad happy. I know he cares about you very much, but I have to ask, do you care about him like he does?"

"...I don't know," Blitzo answered, finishing the beer with a few more gulps before tossing it into the nearby trash can. "Look, I tried keeping away from your dad for a long time because he tends to be... creepy when it comes to his sexual appetite."

Both Octavia and Stolas shivered at the memories of just how disgusting and verbal Stolas could be when he was turned on. It didn't matter if it was in public or private. The owl prince had no shame when it came to his luscious appetite for imp cock.

"But I guess over time we kinda became friends...with benefits. A lot of benefits," Blitzo continued, closing his eyes. He didn't want to admit it, but Stolas helped wear down Blitzo's guard by always inviting him to do stuff like go to parties, ride horses, or just walk around town as ordinary people. Usually, that involved something later getting blowing up, followed by someone ending up dead, and massive amounts of property damage in the long run. Still, Blitzo would be lying if he didn't find those moments fun. "Look, I'm not stupid. I know he wants something more out of this, but it's never going to work. So I'm fine with how things are."

"Really? Are you sure about that?" Octavia asked, but Blitzo didn't answer. He just turned away and blushed as the owl princesses smirked before closing up her books and picking up her notes. "I'm going to head to bed. I can finish this after a few hours of sleep. I suggest you do the same before my dad worries about you."

"Whatever you say, kiddo," Blitzo said, getting up as well. "Besides, if you fuck up in college, you can always work as an intern at I.M.P."

"Since when did you start doing internships?" Octavia asked with her eyebrow raised.

"Since I decided right this very moment. Benefits of being the boss and all," Blitzo said as he got up and moved towards the other entrance. "Night, Octavia."

"Night, Blitzo," Octavia said as the two made their way to their respective rooms for the night.

Blitzo was surprised to find Stolas just about to exit his room when he opened the door. The owl demon sighed in relief when he saw Blitzo walk back in. "Oh, there you are. I was afraid you might have left early."

"Why? Miss my cute red butt?" Blitzo teased before sitting down on the bed. "I just went for a drink and talked to your daughter about stuff."

"Oh, dear," Stolas rubbed his beak and turned in the direction of Octavia's room. "I hope she doesn't think of staying up all night for her university finals."

"Relax, she's heading to bed right now," Blitzo answered. "She'll be out like a light in three seconds. Now, can we head back to bed? I got work tomorrow, and I don't want to start yawning when I'm in the middle of trying to snipe a target's face off."

"Actually, Blitzo, there is something I've been meaning to ask you," Stolas said, walking over and sitting down. "There's a special event happening on Wednesday."

"If it's another trip to that S&M club, the answer is no," Blitzo replied with a narrow glare. "The last time we did that, you went into such a sexual overdrive it combined with your demonic aura, spread out like wildfire, and made every demon in a six-mile block radius cum like water out of an elephant's trunk. They still have white stains on the pavement to this day, I think."

"No, no, no," Stolas chuckled while waving his hand. "Nothing of that sort. It's a public and calm affair. As you know, I've become an investor in Miss Charlotte's Hazbin Hotel business. With her recent successes in redeeming demons in Pentagram City, Dis, and Gehenna Square, I've managed to help support the opening of a Hazbin Hotel in Imp City. I was wondering if you and your company would like to attend the grand opening with my family and me?"

"Eh, I don't know," Blitzo said, shrugging. "I mean, my job is to kill people who screw over sinners in hell despite their guilt or innocence. Although most of them are guilty of something. Is that really the kind of person you want at a hotel whose job is to make sinners repent and go to Heaven?"

"Oh, I'm sure it won't be that big of a problem," Stolas said, smirking as he placed his talons on Blitzo's shoulder while rubbing his neck. "Besides, you've made quite a name for yourself in Imp City these past few years. As one of the most well-known imps in Hell, you should come down and enjoy yourself. Plus, you might find a rich client or two."

"Okay, okay," Blitzo said, smirking as he rolled his eyes. "I'll go, but only because there will be free food and booze."

"Excellent, now then..." Stolas then pushed Blitzo on the bed and licked his lips as he hunched over him. "Since we're both awake, I'm going to sit my ass on your head, and I want you to lick my pucker so clean that even the maids will be jealous of your work. Meanwhile, I'm going to suck that red hot slimy dick like a fucking popsicle before eating it all up."

Before Blitzo could say anything, he found his face squished by a fluffy feathered rump that just smelled so good. Deciding to put his thoughts aside, Blitzo went to work as he soon found himself lost in the pleasure.

Blitzo hated parties like this. All these expensive-looking figures dressed in high-class clothing, drinking fancy champagne, and pretending to laugh when someone says a snooty joke made him want to barf. The only thing ever good about places like this was the free food and drinks. In a ragged town like Imp City, seeing such an expensive and sparkling hotel as this was an eyesore in some ways. It wasn't that Blitzo hated the idea of redemption. He honestly just didn't care if demons did it or not. The only positive thing was that its success caused the Exterminations to be held every five years instead of once every year. Charlie had become a hero alone, just for that. Still, Stolas asked him to come, and, like all the other times before it, Blitzo couldn't say no.

"Moxxie, you look like a dork," Blitzo said, taking a martini and sipping it.

"I do not! I'm actually dressed for an occasion like this, unlike you three," Moxxie replied while tightening his white bow tie. Unlike the others who came in their usual clothing for this grand opening, he decided to go in his best suit that made him look like he was going to church. "We're surrounded by some of the most respectable people in all of Hell, sir. Including a member of the Royal Family. It's only proper that we not only look presentable but act such as well."

"Doesn't change the fact that you look ready for your junior high prom again," Blitzo noted as he and his team walked through the lobby of the new hotel. Many higher-level demons were mingling with each other as newly hired employees catered to their every need.

"I think you look sweet, honey," Millie said, kissing her husband on the cheek. "Dashing even."

"Thanks, Millie, but this begs the question of why you aren't wearing the dress that I bought you for your birthday?" Moxxie asked. "I said you'd look great in it today."

"Um, I might have accidentally put it in the wash with the outfit I use to hide my throwing knives...with the knives still in it," Millie said, rubbing the back of her head.

"Did I have to come to this place?" Loona asked, chugging down her sixth cocktail of the day. "This hotel looks lame, the music sounds like shit, I swear I'm getting my ass stared at by these rich assholes, and that bartender is a fucking dipshit that hates me because I'm a hellhound.

"You're only saying that because he's a talking cat," Blitzo stated before nearly tripping and dropping his drink on the floor. "Ah, crap. Now I gotta-"

"Cleaning!"

All four of the assassins froze as a pink blur rushed over, cleaned the floor, and picked up the glass before tossing it into a trashcan. Then it zoomed over them before they could react, and in a few seconds, they were all sparkling without a single speck of dust on them. Even their hair was washed and smelled like pine for some reason. Eyes widened, they turned their attention to a tiny one-eyed demon girl in a dress with a broad smile and a feather duster in hand. She then zipped over to the top of Loona's head and patted her on the head. "Good doggie! Gotta go!"

And just like that, she was gone.

None of them said anything before Loona slowly turned her direction towards the bar. "I'm getting another drink."

"I thought you said you hated the bartender?" Moxxie asked.

"After seeing that? I don't give a shit if he barfs a hairball in my face. That...was just weird," Loona muttered as she walked away.

"Aw, I thought she was cute," Millie said with sparkles in her eyes. "Can we get one of those?"

"Only if it comes out of your paycheck," Blitzo said. "Look, I gotta find Stolas and see what's up. You two go do whatever boring couple stuff you always do."

"Just because we have an actual healthy relationship doesn't mean you need to be insulting of it, boss," Moxxie pointed out while rolling his eyes.

"Hey, I have a healthy relationship with my lover," Blitzo said, crossing his arms.

"The same lover who tricked you into thinking you got him pregnant with fake chocolate eggs and made you jump out of a building to kill yourself at the mere prospect of having spawn with him?" Moxxie asked, deadpan.

"I'm pleading the fifth on that one," Blitzo proclaimed before walking away.

He continued to make his way through the halls until he saw the staircases that made for the second floor. Along the way, he spotted various photos of the "Graduates" of the Hazbin Hotel who had managed to achieve redemption and make it to Heaven. Blitzo had to admit, he was kinda impressed that numerous demons did manage to make it to the place of "unicorns and rainbows", as the hotel's owner liked to put it. Of course, Blitzo had no intention of signing his name on the registry. He'd look terrible in white.

At the second level, Blitzo made his way into the convention hall. Snagging a stuffed mushroom from a waiter's plate, he aimlessly wandered until he heard that familiar name.

"Oh, Blitzy!" Turning around, he spotted an excited Stolas, a bored Octavia, and an annoyed Stella walking towards him. "There you are. I was beginning to think you weren't going to show up."

"Eh, blame Mox. The little tool wanted to wash his hair twice to make sure he looked good," Blitzo said, shrugging as he walked over to Octavia.

"How's the party?"

"I feel like I want to be back in school."

"Loona's at the bar. I'm sure you two could chat things up while we adults bore ourselves," Blito suggested as Octavia gave a small smile before leaving their group. He then looked up and glared at Stola's wife, who was looking down at him like he was an insect.

"Imp."

"Bitch."

"Now, now!" Stolas said, getting between the two of them. "We're in public. Please save the insults and throwing of objects for another time."

Lifting her nose up, Stella turned her head and marched in the other direction. "I'm going to talk to Prince Sitri. At least he has good taste."

"The only taste he likes is your ice-cold cunt," Stolas whispered as his wife suddenly got very friendly with a winged leopard looking demon dressed in princely robes. "I swear, I wish I could just divorce her sometimes."

Blitzo snorted. "So why don't you?"

"Trust me, the two of us have wanted to separate for a long time, but we can't because the contract our parents made under our marriage is binding. I can't escape it unless Octavia becomes the official head of our house," Stolas muttered as the two walked side by side. "And that can't happen until she gets married or I'm dead."

"Darn, there goes my suggestion of faking your death and going single again," Blitzo joked while snapping his fingers. "Trust me, I've done it more than once to get the debt owners off my back. And that one time as a prank on Moxxie. Nearly gave him a stroke when I came back to life in my coffin at the funeral."

Shaking his head in amusement, Stolas guided them towards the windows where two familiar faces that Blitzo recognized were chatting with each other. He didn't know them personally, but he knew their reputation both from the flyers, ads, and news pieces of the two: Charlie Magne and her wife, Vaggie Magne.

"Prince Stolas!" Charlie said, walking over and hugging the giant owl. "Thanks again for helping me throw this grand opening party! I'm sure it's going to get a lot of attention out there for new demons to come in."

"Always a pleasure to help you, Charlie," Stolas said as he took her hand and kissed it. "And Mrs. Magne. How is everything with you? I thought you would be holding down the main hotel in Pentagram City."

"I'm doing okay," Vaggie answered, smirking with her hand to her hip. "As for the hotel back home, we left it to Angel Dust, despite my hesitations."

"Oh, come on, Vaggie, I'm sure it's not going to be like last time," Charlie said, smiling at her wife. "Angel's gotten a lot better since he became part of the Hazbin family."

"What did he do last time?" Blitzo asked, knowing the reputation of one of Hell's most famous sex idol.

"Last time he held a meth and coke party with so many strippers that we're still finding their panties in the cracks of the furniture," Vaggie answered with a growl. "I swear some of those sluts even stole my makeup from my room."

"By the way, I don't think we've met before, Mr?" Charlie asked as she looked at Blitzo while tilting her head. "You kinda look familiar."

"Maybe this will ring your memory?" Blitzo said with a smirk as he held up his phone and started playing his company's jingle. It got Vaggie to glare at him with distrust, with Blitzo already seeing the spear being summoned under her sleeve, while Charlie went wide-eyed with wonder.

"Wait a minute...are you..."

"The handsomely awesome founder of the Immediate Murder Professionals? Yes, I- GAH! " Blitzo suddenly found himself staring at Charlie, inches from his face, with stars in her eyes.

"YOU'RE THE IMP WHO GOES INTO THE HUMAN WORLD!" Charlie screamed. With such a high pitched voice, some of the glasses in the guests' hands shattered. "OhmygoshI'vealwayswantedtogotothehumanworldandseehumans! Aretheybigorsmall?! Isittruetheycantraveltothemoon?! Dotheyreallyhaveinventionsthatwedon'thavehereinHell?! WhatstheGreatWallofChinalike?! Whatistheirfoodlike?! Istheskyreallyblueandisnowreallyreal?!"

"Woah! Calm down there! Shut the fucking motor down, launch the damn anchor, put the boat in reverse, and breathe for Christ's sake!" Blitzo shouted as he pushed the excited Charlie away.

He glared at a laughing Stolas and pointed to him. "You planned this, didn't you?"

"S-sorry, Blitzy," Stolas wiped a tear from his eye, "Charlie here is such a big human fan that I figured you two would have a lot to talk about."

"There's being a fan, and then there's being so excited you make an otaku look like a church nun," Blitzo muttered.

"S-sorry!" Charlie apologized with a big blush on her face. "I've always been fascinated with humans since I was a little girl! I've always wanted to see a real one or go to the human world! Can you please tell me about it?!"

"Tell you what," Blitzo motioned for a waiter to give him one of the glasses of wine he had. "You tell me how you managed to turn the Radio Demon from one of the most dangerous Overlords into redeeming himself, getting him into heaven, and I'll talk about the human world."

"You sure we should be talking to him, Charlie?" Vaggie said, looking at Blitzo with distrust, but he just ignored her. "He's an assassin. And from the rumors, I've heard he's a very good one too."

"Relax, honey, he's a friend of Prince Stolas, and Prince Stolas is a good person. I bet he only kills bad guys, right Mr. Blitzo?" Charlie asked.

"Uh, sure, bad guys," Blitzo said before coughing into his hand. "Mostly."

"So, we first met Alastor about three years ago, shortly after the Extermination that year, and..."

Charlie seemed like a nice girl. A very engaged kind of girl with such innocent eyes, you really found it hard to think she was the daughter of the fallen angel that rebelled against God. But dear god did she have such a naive view of the world. She really thought the human world was such a paradise that she almost made it seem like it was better than Heaven.

It never occurred to her that if it was really that great then none of the humans would end up in Hell in the first place. Blitzo had never met someone who had been so eager to learn about the human world that she asked every kind of question possible. Blitzo had nearly wanted to just get the book from work, open a portal to Earth, and drop the princess there to live out her fantasy. Then again, the look her wife was giving him made it clear he wouldn't live long if he did that.

After nearly an hour of talking, he was finally given his chance to leave after one of the staff told Charlie there was a kitchen problem. He didn't know what it was, but Blitzo was going to avoid eating at the buffet.

With a drink in hand, Blitzo walked with Stolas in silence before they stopped in front of a window. "So, what do you think of Charlie?"

"Nice girl, if a bit blabby and airheaded," Blitzo answered, sipping his drink before turning to Stolas. "So, I gotta ask, why are you such a big supporter of hers all of a sudden? You used to hire me to kill humans for you on Earth, and now you're helping sinners get redeemed?"

"Things are changing, Blitzy," Stolas said with a smile on his face as he leaned forward on the window. Staring into the busy street, his eyes became soft and gentle while watching the people go by. "Hell is going through a change, and I believe Charlie is the key to it. I aim to be on the side that has the wind blowing for them. Call it a hunch if you will."

"Hmm, if you say so," Blitzo said as he crossed his arms. "Though I don't know why you wanted me here. It's not like I was really needed unless you just wanted me to meet the biggest fan of humans since Jesus Christ."

"I just wanted to spend time with you, is all," Stolas said as he stroked the shoulder of his lover. "Every moment I am with you is a pleasure unto itself. You just make me feel more alive and happy because I know you are here."

"Stolas..." Blitzo closed his eyes and, for a brief moment, held the owl demon's hand. "Look, I need to ask...what do you want us to be?"

"Pardon?" Stolas asked, tilting his head.

"Yeah...I don't know what we've been doing these past few years. Dating? Just being friends with benefits? Something in between?" He rubbed his shoulder and shook his head. "'Cause I know there is something between us and you seemed to want us to be more, but can there really be? Ignoring the fact that you are stuck in a longtime loveless marriage unless your wife croaks in the next five minutes, do you really think your peers are going to accept us together? I'm an imp, and while I may have a reputation as a good assassin and company boss (Somewhere on the first level, Moxxie felt the need to bang his head against the wall) , I'm still part of the lowest level of demons. I can't...I just..."

"Blitzo," Stolas said, firmly holding him by the shoulder. "I don't give a shit about them or any of that stuff." He got down to Blitzo's level and smiled. "Since meeting you, there has been such life in my heart again that I thought only one person in this entire universe could fill it. Next to my daughter, you are the most important demon in my life. I don't just see you as my lover. I see you as my best friend and someone I can trust with my life. I could care less of what my fellow demons think of me being heads over heels with you. I'm one of the most powerful demons in Hell, with connections and resources that could either outlast them or force them into a stalemate. Whatever the future holds for me, I want you to be a part of that Blitzo."

He then stood up and placed his finger on Blitzo's chin. Lifting it up to look into his warm and caring eyes. "The question is, do you want to be a part of it or not?"

Blitzo couldn't look away from the gaze of those hot and burning red eyes that seemed to leave a hypnotic gaze upon any who look at it. The truth and sincerity between those words seemed to sing like a choir for Blitzo. His heart was telling him to accept, despite all the doubt messing with his brain.

"Stolas...I want-"

The echoes of a gunshot from miles away echoed in Blitzo's ears. His mind quickly recognized the sound from that of a high powered sniper rifle. A half-second later, there was the shattered glass as bits and pieces of it sailed past Blitzo's face. His eyes widen upon feeling the outdoor air's cool breeze hit him with no barrier to prevent it from entering.

Bursting into the air, splayed out like droplets of crimson rain, was blood. At first, Blitzo thought it was his blood, but he didn't feel a scratch on him. Raising his head, he saw the shocked and painful look on Stolas' face as the prince quickly touched his chest where the bullet had come out from the starting point in his back. A trickle of blood dripped down his beak as his eyes promptly rolled against the back of his head. The chest had exploded on one side while his back was bursting with a hole in it. The faint smell of gunpowder and angel exorcist magic left a dark taste in the air

The moment he saw Stolas falling forward, Blitzo had already caught him just as the screaming began. It was only then that the imp, realizing that Stolas had been shot and was bleeding to death in his arms, started shouting as well.''

AN: What started as a test to see how a conversation between Blitzo and Octavia would go ended up becoming an idea that you see before you now. This is a revenge story and the reason for the revenge is pretty obvious following the end of this chapter. This is also my first time writing Hazbin Hotel characters instead of Helluva Boss ones, so please let me know if I've written them well so far. I'm not going to lie, I prefur Helluva Boss over the Hotel series for a lot of reasons, but I realize the need to get used to writing them especially for my next "Salvation" fic in the future.

Before fans of that worry, don't worry this isn't a new series to distract me. This, at most, a 10-12 chapter story with no planned sequel. "Healing Blitzo" is still on track sometime in 2021, most likely around April. But yeah, please like/kudos, subscribe, bookmark, comment, and share this story if you like it. Please check out my other Helluva Boss fanfics as well.