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
Shenanigans also happens during this with I.M.P., intentional or not.
危険な夢と言われても
スリルのために すべてを俺は賭けてもいい
It's the time to play the game 熱いときめき
甘いコロンに 火薬の匂い
It's the time to take a chance 派手にキメるぜ
デリシャスな勝利が 俺を待っている
今夜こそ女神の キスをうばうのさ
It ends with the chassis breaking off as Obadiah got in his '71 Skyline and tries to drive off cool before the Title once more.
In the Knolastname Apartment, they are all sleeping until Moxxie gets a call from his HellPhone.
A/N:
He hangs up at first, but later picks it up immediately after the second one.
Moxxie: What do you want, sir? 😠
A/N: Microwave Society Jude: Me every morning
Blitzo: Hey, hope I didn't wake ya, Mox! How would you, Obie, and Mils like to visit the Wrath Ring for some harvest bullshit this year?
Millie: (Wakes the fuck up) The Harvest Moon Festival?! Yee-fuckin'-haw!
A/N: Blind Wave Eric:...(Feels the Offense) 😖
Moxxie: (Sighs) Well, Millie likes the idea. Wait... Where are you calling from...?
Blitzo then falls from the ceiling and onto their bed...
...while doing his stupid happy purring.
Moxxie: Mm-hm... Of course 😒
A/N: Blind Wave Eric: He's such a creep!
With Obie, he's sleeping in bed, or should I say, couch, until Millie bursts out of their bedroom.
Millie: OBIE, WAKE UP! WE'RE GOING TO MY PARENTS' HOME!
She yelled out while jumping onto the couch, landing on Obie's back, making him scream in pain.
Blitzo: Don't worry, I made breakfast for you
Obie: What's for breakfast?
Blitzo: Coffee
A/N: JStu Andrew: That's not breakfast!
Later, Millie gave Obie for what he should wear for the Harvest Moon Festival. He then hold up his clothes (BTTF 50s Cowboy Marty) before dropping his arms down.
Obie: (Microwave Society Jude)...
A/N: Blind Wave Calvin: What's the matter, Eric? 😏
Crashing against the van and then into the fence/pole was Obadiah in his 1971 Nissan Skyline before getting out from the right side, because import. Instead of wearing appropriate clothes for a Western, he just wore his Casuals.
Blitzo: You're gonna pay for that
Millie ran up to him.
Millie: Obie! What happened to the clothes I gave you?
Obie: (Microwave Society Jude) I threw mine in the garbage
Millie: Obie, how could you?!
Lin: What clothes were you supposed to wear, Sugah?
Obie: I don't know, Great Grandpa's?
Lin: You threw away my Daddy's suit?!?!
Obie: That stereotype outfit?!
A/N: Microwave Society Jude: (Says it is a bit out of context for Obadiah to hate on his Mom's side of the Family, despite loving his Parents)
Obie: Anyways, WHO ARE YOU?
Millie: (Clears Throat) Mom, Dad, this is my...Son. Obadiah
Joe: "This" is our "Grandkid"?
Obie: What? Am I too good for you? 😏
He said doing this pose:
Joe: Did that no-good father of yours raised you wrong, like that little menace...
A/N: Microwave Society Jude: Dennis the Menace...?
Joe: ...did anything to gain our respect
Obie: No, I was born this way 🙃
Joe: You threw away your pants too
Obie: No, I just thought it looked cool, both figuratively and literally... and to help me get the dong out faster
All Joe sees is another disappointment added to his Family, except Obie's more worse than Moxxie by a lot.
A/N: Microwave Society Jude: Are we supposed to like Obadiah in this, 'cause I don't
Moxxie: Refrain... sir
Joe: Speakin' of strong hands, y'all should meet our newest help. Hey! Striker!
A/N:
Coming in was a Cowboy Imp-Demon Hybrid on a black Flaming Horse Demon. He hopped over the fence and Striker tips his hat...
A/N: Android 13: BUT I LOST IT
...and greets everyone.
Striker: Well, howdy!
A/N: Microwave Society Jude: Well, he's the villain, because he's- the villain
Striker: Oh, lookie here! You must be the famous Mildred!
Striker gets off the horse and walks toward Millie.
Striker: Heard some good things about you from your folks, little lady (Winks)
Millie: Ohhh! (Laughs Sheepishly)
Striker shakes Millie's hand.
Striker: What're y'all doin' so far away from Imp City? Heh. The free workin' finally slowin' down?
Millie: Oh, no! Freelance isn't free! It's a--... Never mind. We're just visitin' for the festival. The prince is our boss' "Boyyyyfrieeeend"!
Blitzo: Millie, I am not above hitting a female in front of her daddy
Striker: Boss, huh...? Ohhh, so YOU'RE the bold imp to start his own killing biz?
Blitzo: Yeah, well if you're good at somethin', you should probably capitalize
Striker: Not many Imps start businesses on their own. That's pretty impressive, sir
Blitzo: Oh...! Yeah? It is-- I-I-I guess- I guess it is, isn't it?
Striker: So you even conned that ditzy blueblood into gettin' you to the surface?
He then plays this out loud from his HellPhone while smiling.
/
He then charges at the "" with his Inferno Sword.
He kept stabbing with Inferno, trying to pierce through the armored skin, but not making a dent and only sparks.
Obie: WHY. WON'T. YOU. DIE
It then bites on the handle, causing the gas tank to ignite and create a big explode, sending Obadiah flying before face planting in the mud infront of everyone.
Moxxie: Oh, my crumbles!
Moxxie then sees a opened box with something glowing inside it.
A/N: Brandon Herrara: Don't look at this. This is mine... Get your own
A/N: Microwave Society Bren: "Exclamation point, exclamation point, exclamation point, don't open, dead inside"
When Moxxie approaches it,...
Box: (DIO) Oh, you're approaching me?
...what's inside surprised him. He knows it too well.
Moxxie: A genuine carmine crafted blessing-tipped rifle! How... How in the fuck did he get one o' these?!
A/N: Microwave Society Jude: Money
Striker: Why don't you ask me, little dude?
A/N:
Moxxie: Shit! W-Why do you have this... mister?! You are aware this kind of weapon can kill--
Striker: ...demon royalty?
Moxxie: Yes. That
Striker: No shit (Flicks his wheat stalk away) That's kinda the point
A/N: LittleshyFiM: (Says Striker has no reason to say his plans)
A/N: Microwave Society Josiah: Don't say your plans!
Stolas: My dear Commoners of the Ring of Wrath! I, Stolas of the Ars Goetia, hereby curse this year's harvest with the glow of the true Harvest Moon!
A/N: Blind Wave Eric: I don't like this... (Chuckles while dead inside)
Striker's gonna shoot 'im.
Striker: (Evily Chuckling)
A/N: Blind Wave Calvin: Is this silly, Eric? 😏
Blitzo: (Cocks Flintlock behind him) Uh, excuse me? The FUCK
A/N: Microwave Society Bren: (Burger Monster behind him) "It's right behind me, isn't it"
A/N: Microwave Society Jude: Wha-
A/N: Blind Wave Aaron: How?
Striker: Bliiiitzo! I thought you were still at the ceremony!
Blitzo: You thought I wanted to stand around with a buncha hillbillies excited about corn n' shit with a thirsty owl on stage?!
A/N: Jeremy Clarkson: Buy food- yes, buy food, you don't grow it!
A/N: James May: Why not?
A/N: Jeremy Clarkson: It's a farmer's job!
A/N: BW Calvin: Is this a commentary on...farmers vs. assassins? 😏
Striker: Huh. And now you seem disappointed in me
Blitzo: Yeaaaaah. Well, I'm not a fan of someone I offered a job to about to off my easiest lengthy ticket to Earth behind my back
Striker: Blitzo, come on. You know, the two of us are superior than most of our kind. And you were so above suckin' on a disgusting, rich, pompous Goetia, only to sneak topside for scraps and work for bitter sinners, who could care less who you are, when you could be slaying Overlords
Striker: I still think it's embarrassing. You're wastin' a lot of potential relyin' on a weak little--
Moxxie fires a shot near Striker.
Moxxie: You gonna finish that fucking sentence... pard'ner?
Striker: Vermin
Moxxie: Who's weak now, BITCH--?!
Out of all things, Loona chose to fucking arrive, which slams the door against Moxxie, who accidentally fired a shot, which hits Obadiah, making him fall out of the window.
Loona: 'Kay, I'm here
More mad at Joe for fucking up his shot, he then grabbed him by the collar.
Obie:
He flips open his switchblade.
Obie: How about I carve a
The two then began struggling against each other as Obie tries to stab him.
Joe: You're a lot stronger than you look!!! (Grunting) How are you this strong for a slim Imp?!?!
Later, everything was explained, except to Stolas for some reason, and I.M.P. were packing to go home/the office.
Joe:
Obadiah then gets an outburst and slapped both of Joe's hands off him.
Obie: (Joker) Don't touch me, Old Man!!! 😡 I don't know where you've been 🙂
Seeing Obie is taking it too far, basically since the beginning, Moxxie then walked over to his Son and grabbed him by the ear. That made Obie shrieked in pain and his feet tapping against the ground as he dragged him to his car after taking the keys from him. Obadiah begged to stop, but that didn't stop Moxxie himself.
Obie: YOU'RE GONNA RIP MY EAR
Wait, they don't have ears, then how can they-
Blitzo: Shut up, it fucking works!!!
Moxxie managed to get Obadiah in the left side passenger seat before he got in the right side driver's seat. That and stopping Striker at least give some respect for Moxxie by Millie's Parents.
Stella: It better not! I want this cheating prick dead! I don't care who you have to go through, MAKE IT HAPPEN!
She said RIGHT at the dinner table infront of Stolas and Octavia. Literally! Octavia was listening to music while Stolas is reading a book!
A/N: Daisuke Jigen: Just like a typical woman 🙃
Stolas:...
A/N: Microwave Society Jude: That's our humor- what is going on right now?!
Striker: Understood
Their call ends.
Striker: I'll get him next time
He evily chuckles as he turned off the lights.
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[Verse 1]
I been workin' so hard
I'm punchin' my card
Eight hours, for what?
Oh, tell me what I got
[Pre-Chorus]
Well, I got this feeling
That time's just holdin' me down
I'll hit the ceiling
Or else I'll tear up this town
[Chorus]
Tonight, I gotta cut loose, footloose
Kick off your Sunday shoes
Please, Louise
Pull me off of my knees
Jack, get back
Come on before we crack
Lose your blues
Everybody cut footloose
[Verse 2]
You're playin' so cool
Obeyin' every rule
But dig way down in your heart
You're burnin', yearnin' for some
[Pre-Chorus]
Somebody to tell you
Life ain't passin' you by
I'm tryin' to tell you
It will if you don't even try
[Chorus]
You can fly if you'd only cut loose, footloose
Kick off your Sunday shoes
Ooh-ee, Marie
Shake it, shake it for me
Whoa, Milo
Come on, come on, let's go
Lose your blues
Everybody cut footloose
[Bridge]
Yo-oh-oh-oh-oh
(Cut footloose, ah)
Yo-oh-oh-oh-oh
(Cut footloose, ah)
Yo-oh-oh-oh-oh
(Cut footloose, ah)
(First) You've got to turn it around
(Second) And put your feet on the ground
(Third) Now take ahold of your soul
[Chorus]
I'm turnin' it loose, footloose
Kick off your Sunday shoes
Please, Louise
Pull me off of my knees
Jack, get back
Come on before we crack
Lose your blues
Everybody cut footloose
[Outro]
(Footloose)
Footloose (Footloose)
Kick off your Sunday shoes (Kick 'em on off)
Please, Louise
Pull me off of my knees
Jack, get back (Get on back, Jack)
Come on before we crack (Come on before we)
Lose your blues
Everybody cut, everybody cut
Everybody cut, everybody cut
Everybody cut, everybody cut
(Everybody)
Everybody cut footloose
A/N: BW Eric: This wasn't- I don't know, sometimes I'm really into, like, a villain's, like, theme and the way they go about things, and this one's (Striker) just a little...
A/N: BW Calvin: Eric, you're a farmer, why aren't you into this?!
A/N: BW Eric: This one's just a little silly...
A/N: BW Calvin: This is your people!
A/N: BW Aaron: Yeah
A/N: BW Calvin: (Chuckles)
A/N: BW Aaron: Is this what you want to do when you were given millions on trying to figure out...
A/N: BW Calvin: (Striker) Dagnammit
A/N: BW Aaron: ...how to assassinate the Goetia Prince?
A/N: BW Eric: Nope. Not really... 😖