As I looked back at my Helluva Boss fanart, I decided to write a fanfic based on them. I'd like to thank Jamison1209 for helping me come up with a good title and Detective88 for giving me ideas.

Chapter 1: Stella and Too Much to Drink

One night, at a bar, a cowboy imp named Striker was at a bar, drinking cactus juice, one of his favorite drinks. A demon sitting next to him was a winged cat named Husk. "Howdy, there," Striker greeted.

"Yo," Husk greeted.

"How are you doing tonight?" Striker asked.

Husk drank his bottle of booze. "Uh, you know, drinking as usual," he replied.

The cowboy imp shrugged his shoulders and sipped his cactus juice. "Have you tried cactus juice?"

Husk paused to listen. "What now?"

"Cactus juice? You know, the alcoholic drink?"

The cat demon shook his head. "Nope."

"Well, if you're an alcoholic, then there you go," Striker suggested.

"Alright."

"Hey!" Striker called to the bartender, "Can you get this guy a cactus juice?"

The bartender poured a glass of cactus juice and slid it across the table. Striker passed the glass over to Husk, who sipped it and spat it out in surprise. "Damn, that stuff is strong!"

"It has a nice kick to it, doesn't it?" Striker asked with a chuckle.

"Oh, hell yeah!" Husk replied and sipped some more of the cactus juice.

That evening, Striker had a little too much to drink. When finished, he said to Husk in a drunken manner in between hiccups, "It was...nice seeing you. Goodnight!" And he walked out of the bar in a drunken manner until he fell onto the curb.

A lady owl Goetia was out for an evening stroll all by herself when she saw a cowboy imp she hired to kill her husband. Her name was Stella Goetia and she bent down to pick him up. When she got home, she tucked him into her bed and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Then, she had another idea. She put a drunken cowboy imp in a pink dress and covered his face with makeup.

The next morning, Striker awoke to find himself in bed with a Goetia. "Huh? Where am I?" he asked, dazed.

"Morning, Striker," Stella greeted in a seductive tone, "Welcome to my humble home in the palace."

"Ma'am, what happened last night?" Striker rubbed the back of his head with his left hand.

"I saw you pass out on the curb," Stella replied and she picked up a mirror. "You look gorgeous." She showed him the mirror and he screamed at what he saw.

"What the hell, ma'am?" Striker demanded, "Where are my cowboy clothes?"

Her husband, Stolas flinched at Striker's scream and could hear his wife speaking to another man and realized she wasn't alone, so he snuck over to his room to investigate.

"In the wash, darling," Stella replied to the cowboy.

"Good because I don't want to be in this girly mess all day." Striker crossed his arms.

"Oh, it won't be long," Stella assured him with a purr, "I just want your clothes to be clean from last night, so you don't smell like alcohol." Then she affectionately pinched and massaged his cheeks before planting kisses on each of them.

As Stella and Striker continued talking, Stolas managed to take a peek and couldn't believe what he saw. His own wife slept with an imp she hired to kill him? How impudent! This brought back bad memories of when Stella was talking on the phone about him in front of him!

"Well, good morning, Stolas, dear," Stella said innocently.

"We were just having a bit of a chat, that's all," Striker said.

"Well, hello," Stolas greeted nervously and turned a bit tense, "What are you doing with my wife? I mean, Stella, how could you do this?" Then he stopped himself, knowing he was just as guilty for sleeping with an imp, himself. Even so, his marriage with Stella was far from happy.

"Stolas, why don't you leave the room before I throw you out?" Stella threatened with a smirk.

"Alright, but I will remember that," Stolas warned, pointing a finger at her and to Striker, he whispered threateningly, "I'll be watching you when you go between me and Blitzy." With that, he stormed out of the room.

"Damn, he slept with an imp, too," Striker observed and recalled the imp in question, "Who I happen to know."

"Yes?" Stella was interested.

Striker nodded and said when the thought crossed his mind, "Blitzo."

That day, Striker finally got his cowboy clothes back after his shower and was back to his normal self without the make-up. He asked Stella if she'd be interested in seeing his talents in the Wrath ring and she said, "Sure." He hopped on Bombproof, his hellhorse, and she rode on the back with Striker, holding on tightly to him during the ride.

Once in the Wrath ring, he killed a hellhog with a blade in the hog pen at Lin's and Joe's farm. Lin and Joe were Millie's parents. They weren't home at the moment since they were on vacation. Anyway, Stella was impressed with the cowboy's skills and was eager for him to show her more. So, he took her to the Pain Games to show her what he was made of. First, he hopped on a wooden ramp structure and leapt across the puddle, avoiding the shark that was in there. Next, he tied an imp's legs, arms, and horns together with a rope like the imp was a dangling puppet in a puppet show. Then, Striker and a muscular imp were playing tug of war with a rope and Striker had won. Lastly, he was mud wrestling with another imp and again, he'd won.

"You were marvelous out there, Striker!" Stella cheered, "I'm impressed that you managed to stick around and fight without backing down!"

"Thanks, ma'am," Striker said, "Want to hear a song?"

"Yes!" Stella squealed like a fangirl and Striker played his guitar. He started to sing:

Sweet victory,

I smell the smell

From up in stinkin' Heaven

To the rugged rocks of Hell.

Stella cheered.

Striker:

Sweet victory,

With everything I do.

With every talent,

I'm so much more talented than you.

He gestured towards a muscular imp he fought with earlier.

Every time I try,

I push it and succeed.

Every first attempt of

Every single deed.

Me! I'm totally the best.

Stella sighed romantically.

Striker:

The super cool me, handsome guy!

He coughed, seeing the muscular imp he battled with earlier, singing: Why don't you go fuck yourself?!

The muscular imp teared up a bit, angry at Striker for putting him down like that.

Did you hear something?

It was just the wind.

"Woo, hoo!" Stella cheered, jumping up and down at Striker's performance.

"Thank you," Striker said, "You're too kind, ma'am." He climbed on Bombproof. She jumped onto Bombproof with Striker.

"Ready to head on home?"

"Yes, Striker." And they headed back to the mansion.

At the mansion, Striker aimed his rifle at Stolas's head, sniper view and cocked his gun. That was until he saw a Goetia child. It took him a moment to realize that this rich, pompous Goetia had a daughter, who was close to her father. This reminded him of a time when he was young, he had a loving relationship with his parents. His father taught him how to fish and hunt as well as how to ride a bike or a horse. Whenever Striker fell, his father was always there to put him back on his feet until Striker was able to do it on his own. His mother bandaged his injuries and patched him up until he recovered. One night, young Striker had a nightmare. "Mom! Dad!" young Striker cried.

"Dear, Striker's calling us," his mother said.

Her husband awoke. "Striker?" he gasped, "We're coming, son!"

Little Striker was covering his face until he heard his parents open the door.

"What's the matter, little cowboy?" his mother asked.

Upon hearing their voices, he uncovered himself, grabbing onto his stuffed animal hellhorse, and ran into his parents' arms. "Mom! Dad!" he shouted, "I had a bad dream!"

"What's it about?" his father wanted to know.

"I searched all over the farm and you were gone!" Striker wailed.

"It's alright," his mother assured him and she and her husband hugged their child, "We're here."

"No matter what happens to us, we'll never leave our little buckaroo behind," his father told him, which made him feel a little better and the two explained that even if they died, they will always be with him. This motivated Striker to go back to sleep, so he yawned and nodded off in their arms. His parents placed him back in his bed and tucked him in. The young imp let out a contented sigh and his tail rattled and shook as the two left him alone for the rest of the night.

Sighing, Striker lowered his rifle and set it on the ground. He stretched, yawned, and passed out on the couch, fast asleep, snoring lightly after a long day of hard work he put into. Seeing this, Stella picked him up, sat down, and set him on her lap. She gave him a back massage. Stolas eyed hatefully at his wife and the imp she'd been doting on before walking off in a huff. Even so, she continued to rub Striker's back until she took off his hat and his cowboy overcoat and got up to get a pillow and a blanket. When she came back, she put the pillow under his head and tucked him in with a blanket. To her, Striker looked peaceful while he slept.

...

An hour later, Stella walked over to the napping cowboy and said in a sweet, singsong voice, "Striker…"

But Striker was still asleep, much to Stella's chagrin, so she yelled loud enough to awaken him, "STRIKER!" This startled the imp awake. He thought to himself, What does that bitch want me to do?

Octavia, Stella's and Stolas' daughter, who saw this, stepped into the room, confronting her mother. "Mum!" she scolded, "Let the man sleep, for Satan's sake!"

"Stella, you didn't tell me you had a daughter!" Striker yelled, aggravated over that cow disrupting his nap.

Even Stolas had seen how his wife treated the poor imp, but was glad his daughter stood up to her at least. It took guts when he didn't have any and that was when Octavia came in. Stolas began to feel sorry for the sleepy cowboy, even though he was hired to assassinate him. Stella stormed out of the living room and threw flower pots in a different room, enraged that her own daughter told her what to do.

Octavia rubbed Striker's back soothingly and spoke gently until Striker yawned and fell asleep again. Seeing the issue taken care of, she smiled sweetly as she tucked him in. Stolas found himself grinning at his daughter's act of kindness and he thought, Maybe this imp isn't so bad, afterall or he needed a break.

Later, after his long nap, Striker woke up refreshed. When night had fallen, he went back to the bar to get a drink and he greeted the same cat demon he sat with last night. "Howdy again," Striker said with a smirk and wink.

"Hello again," Husk greeted back, setting down his beverage.

Like the night before, the cowboy asked for cactus juice and this time, he drank more than the last time he was at the bar. Suddenly, he started to get tipsy. He pet Husk. "So soft," Striker said in a drunken tone.

Husk rolled his eyes. "Get the fuck off me, cowboy!" He shoved the cowboy away from him.

Striker then turned his attention to a few ladies. "Hello, ladies!"

"Eww!" they squealed and ran away from the drunken cowboy.

He stepped out of the bar, apparently having too much to drink. "Bombproof! How did you get three flames for your mane?" Bombproof looked at him strangely as if to say, "You need to go home and rest."

Striker managed to climb aboard and Bombproof trotted slowly with his drunk owner on his back, looking for a place to stay. Bombproof came to an apartment, but Striker didn't care as long as it was a comfortable place for him to rest. The apartment in question belonged to Blitzo. The cowboy climbed through an open window and the house was filled with horse wallpaper. "Hmm...someone must be obsessed with horses," Striker said thoughtfully and he plopped onto the floor, exhausted.

AN: Again, I thank you all for helping me come up with ideas.

I think Striker would snore and that'd be funny if he did like a foghorn.