Helluva Love
Chapter 1: Triple Love
Hell: a rotten, vile, burning chaotic place that contained all the sins of life. It was where those who committed terrible deeds were sent upon dying. Here they were sent to live out their remaining days either reliving the memories of what got them here or just indulging in the many activities found in such a miserable madhouse. However, for those born in Hell, aka naturally born demons, this was just average, normal life not as bad as the bible described it as. They ate, drank, and had families, jobs and hobbies. It wasn't perfect, what with the purges that happened once a year, but it was livable at times. And like all places Hell contained bars filled with drinking used to either please themselves or forget their problems.
An entrepreneur/mercenary/occasional bodyguard Blitzo was in a lowly bar called the Lowly Dick, on the outskirts of Imp City drinking both to give him some pleasure and to forget the issues he was dealing with of late. Business was booming, lots of demons wanted living mortals dead and were willing to pay whatever it took. No, the problem revolved around Blitzo's sex life. Yes, it was active, but only to please an annoying, spoiled, divorced prince of Hell named Stolas; which Blitzo only did to gain access to the Grimoire, an ancient book containing many powerful and useful spells. One of which allowed access to the mortal realm which was crucial in the imp's business given that it centered around killing humans.
While the sex was decent, at best, it didn't have any real passion in Blitzo's perspective. Just two guys fucking off to relieve their stresses. But it just felt empty. Perhaps if they were more than fuck buddies, but Blitzo shrivelled at the idea of that. Aside from him and Stolas being in different social classes, the owl demon just didn't interest Blitzo that much or at all.
"What can I get you miss?" the bartender asked a new customer who'd just sat down on the stool next to Blitzo; though the imp didn't take a good look at who it was now sitting beside him.
"A flaming margarita," the new customer, a female by the sound of voice. This caused Blitzo's eyes to widen. The voice not only sounded very familiar, but also as it happened, the order was one that Blitzo remembered as being one that one of his exes was known to have usually ordered whenever they went out for drinks.
Turning his head over to his left side he saw that it was, in fact, his ex-girlfriend and famous popstar Verosika Mayday.
"Well, well, well, look what the drunk corpse coughed up," he said, getting his ex's attention.
When she looked over and saw him, she growled in anger. She was still mad over a competition that they'd been in which ended with Blitzo blackmailing her to win; followed by her and her posse getting arrested by humans. While Blitzo had been satisfied with the results, Verosika was now even more pissed off at her ex than ever.
"Blitzo," she sneered.
"Verosika."
"So… where's your wimpy little group of friends?" she asked jokingly.
If Blitzo was being honest with himself, which he rarely was, he wasn't in the mood for company, especially bitches like his ex. However, he was bored, plus he knew if he didn't reply Verosika would just keep annoying him. "For your information, my two little love birds are having a 'romantic night' together," he said using his fingers to make air quotations. "Which I was forbidden from being involved in. Or being allowed to watch. And my Loonypoo is out with friends. But enough about me, what brings you to this dumb?"
"Can't a celebrity get a drink without needing to be asked why?" she spat.
"When you're famous, people will be asking what you did in the fucking can," Blitzo countered. "Also, this place is a rundown piece of shit with cheap furniture, and not the best drinks if I may add."
The bartender then threw a knife at Blitzo, which dodged and it instead sliced the horn off of a demon leaving the place.
Ignoring the guy's painful scream, Blitzo continued. "Anyway, this place isn't somewhere where somebody like you would be expected to hang out, and alone for that matter. So what's your deal? Date gone bad or something? Your friends get tired of your pampered bullshit?"
This caused the popstar to flip; slamming her fists on the bar table, knocking over a bowl of nuts, as well as Blitzo's drink. "What's it to YOU?!" she shouted. "I mean, it's not like my posse only hangs out with me to get into the cool places or hookups with the hottest celebrities like myself. I mean is that all I am? A goddam backstage pass that'll get people whatever they want? I'm more than that! I'm artistic, I write my songs, and I dance a fucking thousand times better than any of Demon's Got Talent wannabes. So I don't need to prove myself to you, or any other fucking bitch in this literal hellhole." When she was finished, she instantly regretted what she said. Meanwhile, Blitzo and everyone else in the bar were all just shocked. The bartender simply backed away while Blitzo remained frozen, unable to compose a proper response.
"Wow…" was all he could eventually say.
Embarrassed, Verosika just started crying before wiping her tears aside and slamming her head onto the bar table. "You know what, forget it. Just fucking forget it," she simply said.
At this point, Blitzo felt like he should've just paid his tab and scrammed. But for some reason, he couldn't figure it out, he remained where he sat. And to his further surprise, he began rubbing Verosika's shoulder like he used to back when they were dating. It made her moan in pleasure. This brought back memories of the good old days before the two started hating each other, and Blitzo was enjoying it.
After a bit of rubbing, Verosika finally lifted her head off the table, which now had stained mascara all over it. Blitzo didn't appear to mind, he was distracted by the smile forming on his ex's face. Not the smug one of a bitchy prick who enjoyed making others miserable, but a sincere and honest one. "So… wanna get drunk or something?" he offered.
This made Verosika's smile widen a little. "I'd like that," she replied.
The Hell Pound: a club exclusively only open to hellhounds. The music was extremely loud but the songs they played were the latest hits. The drinks were overly intoxicating but delicious. And the employees were jerks, but attractive to the right-targeted people. Overall, Loona liked the place, especially the fact that imps were explicitly prohibited from entering the premises, with plenty of security hounds scattered around in case of intruders; meaning even if her boss tried to sneak in, he'd be thrown out immediately. Hopefully, before he could embarrass her.
But she wasn't even gonna think about him. Tonight, it was just her and her date.
"Hey thanks for inviting me out!" she hollered to Vortex through the loud music.
"Thanks for coming," he replied.
"No problem. It was my pleasure," she paused, not knowing what to say next. "So… you and your girlfriend are done now?" she asked, instantly regretting it, though Vortex didn't appear hurt by the question.
"Yeah big time," he replied.
There was a long, long pause between the two. Neither hound knew what to say next.
"Alright you shit faces," the DJ suddenly howled, gaining the two's attention. "It's time to slow things down and let you love hounds have your moment. And remember if you want to get frisky, get a room or something. Which we have in the back, specifically for that sort of shit."
The music then started to play with a slow, rhythmic tone. Vortex and Loona watched as hounds began pairing up and dancing to the soft music. "You thinking what I'm thinking?" Vortex smirked.
Feeling a little flustered, Loona simply nodded her head as Vortex stood up from the both they'd been sitting in, grabbed her hand and pulled her up to the dance floor.
They danced together with the other couples, time appearing to slow down. Loona had to admit she hadn't felt like this before throughout her whole life. It was just literal hell from the day she was born up to her adoption to Blitzo and so on as she worked as his receptionist at his assassination business. Then she'd met Vortex and while he'd been in a relationship, he still managed to open up her life to things other than work and drinking. He introduced her to hounds like herself whose lives were filled with bullshit. However, they managed to find some level of escape from it all by hanging out whenever they could get away from their work lives. It was great, and even better after Vortex's girlfriend left him, which he wasn't too bummed about. He moved on quickly and now Loona was curled up in his strong, masculine arms.
The song ended but the two remained in their embrace, staring at one another; their eyes sparkling. Taking the initiative, Loona closed her eyes, leaned up and locked her mouth with Vortex, who returned the kiss while closing his eyes as well.
That simple kiss turned into a heated make-out session, which ended with the two in a daze. They were snapped out of it when some random compatriot shouted at them.
"Hey! Get a room you two!"
The two simply blushed in response, a little embarrassed. Again they just stared at each other before one of them made a move, this time it was Vortex.
"So, your place or mine?" he winked.
Loona didn't take a second to decide. "Better be yours," she replied. "Go back to my place and my boss will kill the mood."
"Very well," he grinned. Picking her up bridal style, he took his new girl out of the establishment, to a nearby taxi. Where they engaged in a passionate make-out session as their chariot took them back to Vortex's place.
Moxxie tapped his fingers together repeatedly as he waited for his precious wife; the love of his life; the jewel of his existence; the embodiment of all things good in his life. Despite going through some rough moments, the two had pulled through, stronger than ever. Their love continued to blossom in the year and a half they had been married, and the three years they'd known each other.
At the moment Millie was in the bathroom doing something that would determine whether or not they'd experience one of the biggest changes in any person's life. To many, it was one of the happiest parts of their lives, while others considered it to be the worst. To Moxxie, he knew That both he and Millie would be happier than they'd ever been before. Despite the challenges they would face it would all be worth it.
Then the bathroom door creaked open. Moxxie looked up from his hands to see his wife, hands behind her back, looking at him with the biggest grin on her face that he'd ever seen. It could only mean one thing. But as extra confirmation, physical proof you could say, she pulled her hands from behind herself and revealed, in one of them, a tiny white stick with a pink positive sign in the center of it.
Moxxie's eyes lit up with excitement.
Though silent both were super happy right now. It was Millie who broke this silence. "I'm…. PREGNANT!"
The male imp assassin couldn't take it anymore. He dashed towards his wife, sweeping her off her feet and twirling her in his arms. When he was finished, he pressed his forehead against hers and the two embraced in one of the most passionate kisses they'd ever had.
After the kiss, Millie leaned into Moxxie's ear and lustfully whispered, "I'm horny."
Moxxie's face blushed, and his member hardened. Feeling as much in the mood as the now expecting mother of his future child, he carried her, bridal style, into their bedroom. Where the two ripped off their clothes and made sweet, sweet, sweet love.
At the Lowly Dick, a pair of ex-lovers were drinking their problems away. With shot after shot of tequila, whiskey, beer, and whatever other alcoholic beverage the establishment had to offer, they slowly deteriorated their minds, without a care in the world.
"All I want is for someone to love me for me. And not just my body or my fame. Why does it have to be so hard?" Verosika went on in a drunk rant.
Taking another shot, Blitzo replied, equally drunk. "Girl I get you like fuck. I mean, my relationships are all about the action and not the love. And the action is usually either killing, protecting, or fucking. Why can't it be it be more?"
This made Verosika laugh. "You know, you sounded like a sissy."
Normally Blitzo would get angry whenever someone, especially his ex, insulted him. But he was so damn wasted that he just ended up laughing along as well. "O.M.G. You're right," he admitted.
While the two laughed Verosika leaned over towards Blitzo and used one of her arms to wrap herself around him. Pulling him closer until they were pressed against each other. She then pulled out her phone and snapped a selfie of the two together.
"A little something for my Sinstagram," she explained
Blitzo was surprised by this. "Aren't you worried your fans will disapprove of you hanging out with a lowly Imp or whatever?"
It may have just been the alcohol talking, but Verosika didn't seem one bit worried. "Please, my fans will follow me no matter what I do. If they caught me eating out of a dumpster, they'd just do the same thing."
"Knowing the idiots who follow you, I'm not surprised," Blitzo laughed, which Verosika ended up also doing.
"Don't tell anyone this, but I missed your compassionate heart, and your meaty dick," she said.
"Well, I missed your wonderous womanhood and your courageous ability to do whatever the fuck you want," Blitzo replied.
Out of nowhere, the two sprang up from their seats and started smacking their lips against each other. It quickly became a very, very intense make-out session. Which was interrupted when the bartender blasted an airhorn right in front of them, causing the ex-couple to break away, falling onto their backs on the bar's cold messy floor as they screeched from the pain in their ears.
Once they'd recovered, they turned towards the bartender, firing daggers in their eyes, with Blitzo pulling out his golden pistol and Verosika even ready to go full demon on the fucking bartender.
However, the bartender was used to this sort of shit and wasn't moved by their actions. He simply held his ground, crossed his arms, and spoke in a calm, yet serious tone.
"This is a bar you two. Not a brothel. So before you go on fucking each other, which I could see you were about to do," he said sticking out his right hand, palm opened, "Pay your tabs and get the fuck out of here!"
Though still pissed and drunk, the two pulled out some cash from their respective wallets and slammed it into the asshole bartender's hand.
"Next time I want to go to a rundown, shitty drinking hole, I'll go somewhere else," Verosika said before turning around and walking away, stumbling a few times and hitting a few chairs and tables.
"What she said," Blitzo said before following her out; also bumping into shit on the way out.
When they were out, the two turned to each other and got back to where they left off, in a heated makeout session. Though when they stopped for a breather and looked into each other's eyes they saw sparks of passion they hadn't felt in a very long time. Both could tell this would lead to something more and they wanted it.
Picking Blitzo up, bridal style, Verosika took the imp to her deluxe, high-class car, driving off to the penthouse while they two continued to make out heavily.