Special 2:"A Hellishly Festive Sinsmas"
The air in Hell was buzzing with chaotic excitement as Sinsmas approached, each circle of Hell celebrating in their own sinfully distinct way. Wrath, Gluttony, Lust, and the others were honored with a mix of ferocity, indulgence, and flamboyant debauchery.
In the Wrath circle, I.M.P's office was a chaotic mess of activity. Blitzø and Barbie Wire were tangled in streams of black and red garland as they attempted to string it along the walls. Wrathful decorations covered the room—blood-red ornaments, fiery candles, and a massive pitchfork-shaped wreath hung proudly over the door.
"Barbie, for Satan's sake, hold it up higher! It looks like a drunk hellhound threw it on the wall!" Blitzø barked, standing on a chair and holding one end of the garland.
Barbie glared at him. "Maybe if you weren't so short, you could do it yourself, Blitzy!" she retorted, tying her end of the garland haphazardly to a nail.
Blitzø rolled his eyes and climbed down from the chair. "Whatever. It's good enough. Verosika will probably redecorate the whole thing anyway. Where is she, by the way?"
"She's out shopping for Sinsmas gifts," Barbie replied, grabbing a box of blood-red tinsel. "Apparently, everyone's getting personalized bottles of lust wine this year."
Blitzø snorted. "Figures. Hope she remembered to get something for Loona that doesn't scream 'midlife crisis.'"
"Oh you two should be lucky Verosika is around to take care of things when I'm not." Tilla the twins mother sang out from the kitchen having been making cookies and cakes for everyone even some homemade hell pudding.
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Meanwhile, Loona was living her best Sinsmas life. The 10-year-old hellhound was sprawled on the couch, surrounded by an alarming pile of empty snack wrappers, candy boxes, and milk bones. Her mouth was smeared with imitation-chocolate, her claws sticky from syrupy candies.
"Loony-toony," Blitzø said, stepping into the room. "How many snacks have you had?"
Loona grinned widely, her tail wagging at lightning speed. "Only like… all of them!" she chirped before bouncing off the couch and dashing around the room. "This is the best Sinsmas EVER!"
Blitzø sighed, watching her zip past him, leaving a trail of sticky paw prints. "Great. Just what we needed—a sugar-fueled hellhound tornado."
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Across the room, Moxxie and Millie were locked in what looked like a brutal wrestling match. Moxxie had Millie pinned against the floor, his face red with effort, while Millie cackled and tried to flip him over.
"You're weak, Moxxie!" Millie taunted, grinning wickedly. "I could do this all day!"
"Not if I can break your hold first!" Moxxie shot back, his voice strained.
Bellina, their gothic possum-demon third, watched the scene unfold with wide, confused eyes. She adjusted her frilly black dress and tilted her head. "Uh… are you two fighting, or is this… foreplay?"
Millie burst out laughing, finally flipping Moxxie onto his back. "Neither! It's just Wrath spirit, Bellina! It's how we celebrate Sinsmas!"
Bellina raised an eyebrow. "Wrestling and insults? That's… festive?"
Moxxie stood up, brushing himself off. "It's tradition," he explained. "We channel the wrathful spirit of Satan through physical contests. You should try it—it's invigorating!"
Bellina crossed her arms, looking skeptical. "Yeah, I think I'll pass. Back when I was alive, we had Christmas, and it was more… peaceful."
Millie grinned, wiping sweat from her brow. "Well, welcome to Hell, Bellina! Here, we celebrate with a little more oomph!"
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Up above in the Lust Circle, Verosika was elegantly striding through a high-end boutique, her arms loaded with crimson shopping bags. She examined a shimmering bottle of lust wine and smirked.
"This one will be perfect for Moxxie and Millie," she mused. "They could use some spice, even if they don't want to admit it, get those kids flat on their assessments, oh I'm so naughty." she playfully giggled to herself while trotting down the street with her sultry stride.
Her phone buzzed, and she glanced at the message from Blitzø: Don't forget something for Loona that doesn't rot her teeth or destroy my house.
Verosika rolled her eyes but smiled. "Fine, I'll get her that special stuffed hellhound toy she's been eyeing. Spoiled little pup."
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By the end of the day, the office was fully decorated, the gifts were ready, and the chaos had somewhat settled. Loona had crashed on the couch, snoring softly with her tail curled around her. Moxxie and Millie sat by the fireplace, toasting marshmallows (or what passed for marshmallows in Hell) and giggling over old stories while Bellina had been sitting between them still a bit confused.
Blitzø stood back, admiring the scene. For a moment, he felt a rare sense of peace. Sinsmas wasn't just about celebrating the sins—it was about coming together with those you cared about, no matter how chaotic or dysfunctional the family might be.
"Happy Sinsmas, ya bunch of weirdos," he muttered, a small smile tugging at his lips.
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The grand halls of Stolas' mansion glowed with an ethereal light as servants meticulously ensured everything was perfect for the Sinsmas celebration. The decorations were nothing short of regal—gleaming obsidian ornaments dangled from dark fir trees, golden garlands shimmered under chandeliers, and the scent of burning incense wafted through the air. Each detail screamed luxury, befitting the Goetia prince and his noble lineage.
In a side room, Stolas was busy pouring over a book of ancient spells, only pausing occasionally to direct a servant about where to place yet another lavish gift for his daughter, Octavia. The room was bursting with boxes wrapped in the most expensive fabrics, some nearly as tall as Octavia herself.
"She's going to love this," Stolas said to himself, picking up a music box that played a haunting yet beautiful lullaby. "My precious little star deserves the world."
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In the next room, Stella sat by the fireplace, cradling an old, chipped tea set in her hands. The porcelain was faded, and the edges of the cups bore tiny cracks, but to her, it was priceless. It was a gift from a kind servant during her own childhood—a rare moment of tenderness in an otherwise cold upbringing.
Her fingers traced the familiar patterns as her brother, Andrealphus, leaned casually against the mantle.
"So, sister," he drawled, swirling a glass of wine. "Is this the year? Are you finally fed up and ready to betray Stolas and take everything he has?"
Stella rolled her eyes, sighing heavily. "Oh, please, Andrealphus, not this again. Why would I possibly want to do that? I'm happy, and I love him."
Andrealphus raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Happy? With him? Stella, you're too good for that bumbling fool. Imagine the power you could have without him holding you back."
Stella ignored him, focusing instead on the tea set. "You can prattle on all you want, brother. I have no intention of ruining my family."
Andrealphus scoffed but said no more, sipping his wine and turning his attention to the gathering crowd.
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As the evening progressed, the mansion filled with a mix of high-ranking nobles and Stolas' closest allies. Vassago, the parrot-like Goetia, chatted animatedly about his latest ventures in the Lust Ring, his colorful feathers glinting in the firelight. Pazuzu, the bat-like demon, stood more reserved, his leathery wings folded neatly as he watched the room with sharp eyes.
Pazuzu's daughter, Zooey, a small bat-like girl with oversized ears and a shy demeanor, clung to his side until Octavia approached her, clutching a stuffed hellbeast plushie in one hand and the old tea set in the other.
"Hi, Zooey," Octavia said with a soft smile. "Want to play tea party?"
Zooey's ears perked up, and she nodded eagerly. "Okay!"
The two girls set up their tea party in a corner, Octavia's face lighting up with joy as she poured imaginary tea from the chipped teapot. "This is my favorite gift," she said, glancing over at her mother, who was watching from across the room.
Stella's lips curved into a rare, genuine smile.
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As the night wore on, Stolas finally emerged from his study, joining the festivities with a slightly frazzled look. He watched Octavia and Zooey giggle over their tea party and felt a pang of guilt.
"She loves that old tea set," Stella said softly, appearing at his side.
Stolas glanced at her, surprised. "She does. But… I can't help but feel I should have done more. Given her something better than that old hand me down."
Stella shook her head. "Sometimes, it's not about how grand the gift is. It's about the meaning behind it. That tea set… it's special."
For a brief moment, they stood together, watching their daughter play.
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Octavia and Zooey were lost in their little world, pouring "tea" and offering imaginary biscuits to their stuffed animals. Octavia's laughter rang out, clear and joyful, as she held up a slightly cracked teacup.
"This is the best Sinsmas ever!" she declared, her voice filled with unfiltered glee.
Zooey nodded in agreement, her shy smile growing. "Yeah, it's really nice."
The adults watched from afar, each lost in their own thoughts. Stella felt a rare warmth in her chest, while Stolas silently vowed to make every Sinsmas just as magical for his precious daughter.
Even Andrealphus, standing off to the side with his usual smirk, couldn't help but soften slightly at the sight of his niece's happiness.
For one night, at least, the schemes, betrayals, and darkness of Hell seemed to fade, replaced by the pure, untainted joy of a child.
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At the Blue Luna shelter, the air was thick with excitement and warmth, a rare and cherished atmosphere in the harshness of Hell. The hall was decorated with glowing blue lanterns and icy garlands that shimmered like the night sky, making the space feel magical. Children's laughter rang out as Beelzebub, the dazzling and vivacious Queen Bee herself, handed out gifts in her own unique Sinsmas style.
Dressed in a cheeky orange Santa-inspired outfit—complete with thigh-high boots and a fluffy trim—Beelzebub exuded her usual confident energy. Yet, beneath her party-girl persona, there was a genuine kindness that shone through as she knelt down to the eye level of every pup, handing each their gift with a wide smile and a playful wink.
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Among the chaos, Sol, the quiet and unassuming bespectacled little hellhound, moved gracefully through the crowd, helping Queen Bee distribute the gifts. She carried a sack nearly as big as herself, her tail wagging as she approached each child with gentle words and a smile.
"Here you go," she said, handing a stuffed imp toy to a younger pup. "Merry Sinsmas."
Collin, the cherub-turned-hell-assistant, walked beside her, holding a tray of cookies shaped like tiny hellhounds and bees. His fluffy white wool was speckled with crumbs from sneaking a few treats himself, but his shy smile and genuine enthusiasm endeared him to everyone.
"You're doing great, Sol," Collin said, his cheeks flushing pink as he adjusted his halo, now slightly crooked.
"Thanks, Collin," Sol replied, her voice soft. "I'm just glad the other kids are happy. That's what really matters."
Collin tilted his head. "Don't you want a gift, though? You're working so hard."
Sol shook her head, her big, expressive eyes shining with contentment. "I've got everything I need right here. A roof, food, and friends. That's more than enough for me."
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Beelzebub overheard Sol's words as she handed out a brightly wrapped box to another pup. She straightened up, her honey-colored eyes softening as she approached Sol and Collin.
"Y'know, Sol," Queen Bee said, placing a hand on her hip and flashing a warm smile, "you're like my little elf tonight. The way you're helping out? You're a natural."
Sol's ears perked up, her cheeks tinting a light red. "Oh, I'm just doing my part, Queen Bee."
Beelzebub crouched down, resting a hand on Sol's shoulder. "Nah, kid, you're doing more than your part. You've got a big heart, and that's what makes Sinsmas special. Don't think I didn't notice how you gave your dessert to one of the younger pups earlier."
Sol glanced down shyly, her tail swishing. "They looked hungry…"
"And that's why you're awesome," Beelzebub said with a wink. She then turned to Collin, ruffling his wool gently. "And you, little lamb, are absolutely adorable. You're like the perfect Sinsmas mascot."
Collin let out a tiny squeak of embarrassment, holding the cookie tray closer to his chest. "I-I'm just happy to help!"
Beelzebub laughed, a rich, melodic sound that made the room seem even brighter. "You two are the cutest duo. I might just hire you for next year's Sinsmas gig."
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As the night wore on, the shelter grew quieter, the younger pups retreating to their bunks clutching their new toys. Sol and Collin sat together near the tree, sharing a small plate of cookies. Beelzebub watched from across the room, her usual carefree grin replaced with a softer expression.
She approached them once more, holding a small gift box wrapped in bright orange paper with a honeycomb-patterned bow.
"Hey, Sol," Beelzebub said, holding the box out. "This is for you."
Sol's eyes widened. "For me? But… I didn't ask for anything."
"That's the point, sweetie," Beelzebub said, her voice warm. "You give so much to everyone else. It's about time someone gave something to you."
With trembling hands, Sol opened the box to reveal a beautiful silver locket in the shape of a crescent moon. Inside was a tiny photo of Sol with her friends at the shelter, including Collin and Queen Bee herself on one side and the IMP staff on the other, her two precious families.
Tears welled up in Sol's eyes as she looked up at Beelzebub. "Thank you… it's perfect."
Beelzebub knelt down, pulling Sol into a gentle hug. "You're welcome, kiddo. And remember, you're loved more than you know."
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As the night ended, Sol and Collin sat by the glowing embers of the fireplace, their hearts full. Sol fingered the locket around her neck, a small, genuine smile gracing her face.
For one night, in a world often cruel and chaotic, the Blue Luna shelter felt like a haven of warmth, love, and kindness—a true Sinsmas miracle.
The night was calm, with a rare tranquility settling over Hell. The fiery skies dimmed, casting a softer red hue, as if even the infernal realms decided to take a moment of peace. Across different corners of Hell, the stars glimmered faintly, a shared sight for all those who dared look up.
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In the warmth of I.M.P's cozy office under Verosika's penthouse, the team was winding down. Blitzø and Verosika sat on the couch, a rare moment of peace between the two. Verosika, wearing a festive set of antlers and a glowing red rubber nose, leaned against Blitzø, her head resting on his shoulder. A mistletoe dangled precariously from her forehead, swinging slightly as Blitzø chuckled softly.
"You really went all out, huh?" Blitzø said, his voice quieter than usual as he adjusted the mistletoe.
"Gotta stay festive," Verosika teased, nuzzling closer. "Besides, it's not every day you actually sit still long enough to cuddle."
"Yeah, yeah," Blitzø muttered, though he tightened his arm around her waist. For once, the usual chaos of their lives seemed far away.
On the other side of the room, Moxxie and Millie were sprawled out on a blanket, sipping hot cocoa, while Bellina sat nearby, reading She-Wolf by Dawn, Loona's favorite comic. The fiery sinner possum demon still seemed baffled by the concept of Sinsmas but enjoyed the warmth and camaraderie.
Loona, now finally coming down from her sugar high, was curled up in her dad's old armchair with a fuzzy blanket, her tail flicking lazily as she gazed out the window. Her scarlet eyes reflected the stars above, a quiet smile tugging at her lips.
Barb had passed out in a punch bowl snoring as her mother Tilla picked her up and carried her roguish tattoo covered daughter to bed like she was a child.
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In the regal yet surprisingly homey atmosphere of Stolas's mansion, Octavia was being tucked in by both her parents. The young Goetia clutched the old, chipped tea set her mother had gifted her, holding it like the most precious treasure in the world.
Stolas adjusted her blanket, brushing a feathered hand over her forehead. "Sweet dreams, my little star," he whispered, his voice full of love.
Stella, sitting on the edge of the bed, gently kissed Octavia's cheek. "And remember, if you ever need us, we're just down the hall," she added, her usual sharp demeanor softened for her daughter.
As they left the room together, Stolas and Stella shared a rare moment of peace, walking side by side. "You did well tonight," Stolas said softly.
"So did you," Stella replied, her voice unusually kind. For one night, their differences felt insignificant.
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Back at the shelter, the children were nestled in their bunks, their bellies full and their hearts warm. Sol lay on her cot, clutching her new locket, her eyes heavy with sleep but her mind replaying the kindness she had felt throughout the day.
Collin, in the bunk above her, peeked down and whispered, "Goodnight, Sol."
"Goodnight, Collin," she whispered back, her voice soft and full of gratitude.
In the corner of the room, Beelzebub sat in a beanbag chair, watching over the kids with a satisfied smile. Even the Queen of Gluttony, known for her wild parties, found a quiet joy in moments like this.
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Across Hell, from the chaotic warmth of I.M.P to the grand halls of Stolas's mansion and the humble shelter where orphaned pups slept, the stars above connected them all. For one night, there was no scheming, no wrath, no chaos—just kindness, love, and the faint glimmer of hope.
As Verosika pulled a blanket over herself and Blitzø, she sighed contentedly. "You know, Blitzy, for all the crap we deal with... nights like this make it worth it."
"Yeah," Blitzø said, his voice almost a whisper as he stared out at the stars. "It really does."
And somewhere, in her cozy bed, Octavia dreamed of tea parties with her new friend Zooey under those same stars. Sol dreamed of a world where every day felt like Sinsmas. And Loona, though she'd never admit it, fell asleep feeling loved, a small smile on her face.
Tonight, Hell felt just a little bit brighter.
END OF SPECIAL
(This is the last chapter until January, here's to you Helluva Boss loved their second season finale and had to get this up, and here's to you all my fans have a happy holidays :3)