Hazbin A Helluva Life: Work-in-Progress Edition

In the morning at Stolas' Mansion, Blitzo and Stolas just had their afterfuck.

Stolas: I'm sorry for having to move our little rendezvous early. I have an engagement this month on the full moon

Stolas is shown wearing a ball gag and harness, his hands tied to the headboard with rope.

Blitzo: When this happens, it's not really something I fuss about...

He uses the cigar to burn the rope, freeing Stolas, who takes Blitzo's cigar from him and takes a long drag of it.

Blitzo: But, do you really need the book for this farm bullshit? I have, like, fifteen new clients waitin' for heads to roll

Stolas: As shocking as it may seem, Blitzy, my grimoiiiiiire is actually incredibly important. And it isn't supposed to be lent out to itty-bitty Imps like yourself

Stolas puts out the cigarette in one of Blitzo's horns and pinches his cheek before Blitzo shoves him away.

Stolas: The Harvest Moon is a very special occasion! It's been my annual duty to showcase it in the Ring of Wrath. It's celebrated by a very charming little festival with the locals

Blitzo pulls a feather out of his mouth in disgust.

Blitzo: Wrath, huh? My employees are from there, except their kid. I've never really been. I hear it's full of inbred chucklefucks

Stolas: Oh! Why don't you all join me at the festival? I can guarantee you all...

Stolas pulls the covers over his head and his head appears near Blitzo's crotch.

Stolas: ...special access~ (Chuckles)

A/N: Microwave Society Bren: You need to be in an institute

A/N: Microwave Society Jude: One institute or multiple institutes? Or an "Institution"

A/N: Microwave Society Bren: Institoot (Fart Sound Effect)

Blitzo: Look, I told you, we're not bodyguards. Okay? That was a one-time thing we did badly

Stolas stands up with the covers on his head. He does a playful owl head tilt.

Stolas: I'm simply offering a work-free day of fun! I feel quite safe at the Harvest Festival. It's the same every year

Blitzo: Well if you promise this isn't some fuck fest invite, it does sound like it could be a blast and a half. Plus, it's not like we can do jack shit without your book anyway

Stolas: (Baby-Talk Voice) Aww, I'm sowwy your clients will have to wait...

Blitzo: Oh, fuck my clients!

A/N: MLP-Silver-Quill: Well, that was fast!

It starts with the I.M.P. Commercial before the logo section was suddenly interrupted with a bullet shot in the glass before the Title, "Hazbin A Helluva Life: Hell's Delight" appears. Then, shit happens with Obie both in and out of Hell.

ゆれる瞳　神秘の海か
胸の奥は　やけつく砂漠か
あざむく言葉に　とどろく銃声　セクシー・アドベンチャー