4chan helluva boss story - asmodeus anon part 3

from /hhg/ Helluva Hotel general #665.993
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part 2: pastebin.com/h8GKw9he
>>"You really are sweet! I remember hearing rumors you were some sort of inconsiderate playboy before... I'm glad they aren't true."
Who spread out thise rumors?
Also thanks 4chin for giving me a ban that expired two years ago
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Probably the hundreds of bootlicks and golddiggers that he had blown off over the years.
[spoilersdon't]Blitzo is one of them.[/workhere]
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Also because of his parentage everyone just assumed he would be a cad, a toff, and a bounder.
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>Anon was the one to personally toss blitzo out of a casino after he was caught pickpocketing Asmodeus
>He wasn't even trying to be sneaky about it
>Just digging around in the guys pockets like he owned them
>Then he had the balls/retardedness to blame Asmodeus for leaving his pockets so unprotected
>Anon grabbed him by a horn and his tail and carried him out by them before tossing him into the street like a garbage bag
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>when he Verosika got together, he never told her this story, until she brought up her lost bet (as a reason why her addiction to Beelzejuice got worse)
>Anon's vaguely recalls the name, asks for description
>recognizing him as the lil' shit who tried to pickpocket his father, he tells her about the incident
>they have a good laugh... But Mayday gets a weird glint in her eye
>"Say, anon..." she begins "...What say we get back at him?"
>Anon isn't a vindictive sort, but after she goes into detail about Blitzo's operation (as far as she knows), he realizes that the stupid imp may present a far greater threat than he thought
>"See?" she asks "We gotta put and end to it! Now... How will we get back at him?"
"We won't."
>says Anon
"In fact... We're going to make his life oh-so-much easier..."
>the succubus gives him a stunned look, but Anon just winks in return
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>Blitzo the whole time while anon carries him out by the tail and horn
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>Anon didn't know that you're not supposed to touch imps on the horns or tail
>All the rumors of him being an inconsiderate set fiend ultimately come from imps whispering to each other about how he once grabbed someone by the horns AND tail AT THE SAME TIME, in public no less.
>How scandalous
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How lewd
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>they began with Loona
>find where she likes to go get herself hammered
>Verosika sends some of her crew
>they keep buying Loona's drinks, until she passes out
>they pay her tab, carry her to Anon's car (but not before forcing her to throw up outside)

>Loona wakes up in the hospital, with an IV drip
>female imp doctor walks in
>oh shit, it's the one who's pram she kicked into orbit!
>doctor calmly informs her that she's being treated for alcohol poisoning
>also, they ran some tests on her
>she has syphilis, and it reached her nervous system
>they'll begin treatment tomorrow
>she'll be there for a while
>she's allowed to call anyone, but isn't allowed to leave until her treatment's done, as per the request of her "benefactor"

>Loona is on two minds about this
>one the one hand, she's finally getting her syph fixed
>on the other, she's trapped at the hospital
>calls Blitzo
>tells him where she is
>Blitzo freaks out, tries to plan a Heist-esque rescue operation
>all his and Millie's and Moxxie's attempts fail miserably, and they get injured in the process
>then the couple finds out that Loona's actually getting treatment for her illness, and Blitzo just wanted her to be with him
>Moxxie interprets this as him being selfish, and he leaves in a huff with Millie in tow

>Blitzo doesn't understand shit
>Who would pay for Loona's treatment, if not him?
>Stolas, maybe?
>But why would he be forbidden to visit her?
>he leaves for home, confused
>watching from afar, Anon, Verosika and her crew chuckle among themselves
>Phase 1: Cure the Pooch, is complete
>time for Phase 2:
>"Rock'n'Roll Boogaloo"
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I'm intrigued, yet concerned.
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>With Loona out of the picture, I.M.P. had to economize
>the calls now directly came to Blitzo's phone (originally, they came to Moxxie's, but eventually, he just started hanging up on them in protest of being saddled with Loona's work, so Blitzo took over, complaining bitterly that he has to do everything - when he was the one who redirected the calls to the couple's land line in the first place)
>when he got sick of it, he ordered Moxxie to buy an answering machine (from his own money, "for the good of the company"), and not soon afterwards, he was gifted one by Stolas (to the smaller imp's exasperation)
>eventually, they would receive a call for a tall order: several police officers stationed around a familiar-sounding Florida beach town had hits placed on them
>this was the big one: all of them had to be taken out, while off duty, in the span of a week, to raise minimum suspicion while doing it in the most economic way possible
>several of them had to look like accidents
>they actually prepared for it... for about a week, putting all other orders aside

>finally, the week came
>for the next seven days, I.M.P. committed numerous assassinations, at least five a day
>by the end of the week, they were exhausted
>but then, the money came through
>Blitzo cancelled all service for the next week, told the couple they can have a vacation, and then took his portion of the money (roughly half), to get absolutely high and wasted

>tired as they were, both Millie and Moxxie were looking forward to a relaxing week together
>hopefully, away from Blitzo, who was, for some reason, allowed access to a casino he'd been kicked out of, and even "won" an all expenses paid seven-day vacation in the resort the casino was part of

>unbeknownst to the couple, their relaxing week would be interrupted by another
>with the pigs paid out, Verosika and her crew were finally rid of the humiliation
>all that was left now...
>was to get Moxxie back in the industry
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>asmodeus is the lord of Lechery
>Valentino runs the porn industry fir the most part
Does this make anon the bosses son that valentino has to suck up to?
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Valentino attempts to suck up to him, Anon tries to stay far the fck away from that guy. He's creepy, that spider demon he sometimes literally leads around on a leash is creepy, that cat demon and that imp he uses as arm candy have no sense of personal space, and everything around him smells faintly of flavored cigarettes and cocaine.
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I can imagine how him and val first met
>Asmodeus takes anon with him to pentagram city to show him some of his work
>Drops him off with valentino while he does his more unsightly tasks
>"Valentino, be a dear and keep my boy entertained."
>Valentinos smile is less cocky and kore forced
>If this was anyone elses kid he would have tried to convince them to do a film
>But his bosses kid?
>One word to daddy and he'll be up shit creek without a paddle
>Literally
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>Anon thought he'd grown inured to seediness, but this place and the towering sinner in front of him who runs it are really something else
>There's a scent of smoke and misery and sweat and tears and just a bit of blood worked into every inch of the carpet and upholstery in here
>Most of the building's other occupants are fearful and unhappy, something he can tell right through their paperthin smiles and gushing flattery
>In spite of that, the working girls and boys are all throwing themselves at him, with the complete disregard for consent or personal space that Father absolutely DEMANDS of his own employees.
>He's only been here an hour and 6 minutes, and already he wants to leave
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>Val remains the creepy uncle for Anon, and his creepyness over the years only increases, as Anon realizes just what kind of a person Val is
>that being said, their first meeting went along pretty well
>the pimp could think quickly on his feet, ushered everyone away, and decided to just show Anon the old-school recording equipment they had in storage, in case the then-experimental digital set-up failed
>while the little tyke was obviously uneasy around him, which put Val further on edge, they managed to have some fun fcking about with Val's old equipment
>all them button, knobs and dials were a boy's eye candy - no need for ladies yet
>now Val wished they had a model railway or something to mess with

>in the end, though, the boss returned, lil' Anon confirmed that all fun and no foul play was had, and Val survived to exploit others for another day
>he'd try to bring up their first meeting during Anon's subsequent visits, but over the years, the faint memory of a fun afternoon was replaced by the pulsating noise, awkward moans and obvious stench of corruption that surrounds Val 24/7, and Anon wants nothing to do with him
>Val also forgot about their first meeting, and now just regards Anon as future obstacle - the kid clearly doesn't approve of how he runs the show, but as long as his daddy is in charge, Val should be safe
>...right?
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>Anon's fw he goes to visit his old friend Charlie's hotel project and who should be there but Angel Dust?
>Angel Dust, one of his dad's thrall's employees
>He remembers him...
>...he remembers him from...
>...from when he got dumped at the studio that one afternoon, and bumped right into the long, lean demon as he was wandering the halls
>Angel had mascara running down both cheeks...
>And bruises on his wrists, and face
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"Hey... Do I know you?"
>Angel looks back at him, and pales
>"I... Remember you..." he mutters "From... From the studio! It was years ago..."
>he trails off, as a mixture of emotions flash through his face: concentration, shock, horror and disgust
>"You're... You were just a kid back then!" he mutters "I remember seeing you in the studio! Val had ordered everyone out from the studio after talking with some big shot, and..."

>the spider seems nauseated, and all of a sudden, he practically crashes onto Anon, looking him all over
>"Did he touch you?!" his voice had reached such a high pitch that he's practically screaming "God... Oh God, please, don't tell me he--!"
"Angel. Angel! ANGEL, CALM DOWN!"
>Anon snaps, pushing the spider away from him
>he looks hurt, as anon tries to gather his thoughts
"...He had done nothing."
>he finally declares
"He just showed me some old equipment. I think. It was a long time ago, but if he had tried anything, I'd probably remember."
>and he looks the spider in the eye
"As would you, since that would've been the last time you saw him."
>at his puzzled look, he clears his throat
"My father is Asmodeus. Prince of Lust. Valentino is his thrall."

>Angel's jaw drops
>"Wait... So... You mean?"
"Yes. Val didn't do anything with me... But I recall him doing something to you..."
>he suddenly steps forward, causing the spider to flinch
>he's still looking him in the eye

"I remember seeing you, in the studio. You were all bruised up. Crying."
>Angel stands stunned, as is everyone else around them
>Anon looks at him softly, with sorrow in his eyes

"It wasn't the first time, wasn't it?"
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>The cat demon and the imp are all over the little giy whenever he isn't fcking around with the old equipment
>Pinched cheeks
>Tousled hair
>Hugs
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>takes Val a while to notice them constantly invading the kid's personal space
>fck, if he's anything like his father...
>Summer and Dia are forbidden from meeting with Anon again
>but it wouldn't be the last time he saw them
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>this is when Verosika proves an interesting little factoid: incubi (even half-incubi like Blitzo) and succubi have uncannily cat-like features
>they can purr, for example
>and, as Verosika demonstrates it to Summer and Dia, they can hiss like a cat, too
>quite loudly
>seriously, it's like a broken steam valve - it's less about her showing dominance, and more an attempt at causing hearing damage to the catgirl demoness
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>Summer and Dia rubbing up against anon
>Verosika smells them on him
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>they didn't even need to track them down
>even with the sudden influx of cash, the imp couple were thrifty spenders, and decided to save up most of the money by vacationing at home
>they relaxed on the first two days, but on the third day, they decided to go to a restaurant
>Anon ensured that Blitzo was kept coked up enough that he'd forget about his employees, and he booked a table for him and Verosika, right next to Millie and Moxxie's booth
>the place was something of a middle ground for lower-income earners like the imps (it was still a fairly expensive place for them), and the ultra-rich like Anon (the place was nice, but for him, more akin to a roadside restaurant - the kind you'd find in Europe in the place of truck stop diners or a roadside McDonald's - than a Michelin-star place)
>Verosika hated to admit it, but it would also constitute as one of the more expensive places she'd eaten at
>they arrived well before the imp couple, and secured the perimeters - once Moxxie and Millie were seated, they appeared as well, and took seat at their table
>of course, Moxxie purposefully tried to ignore them, even as Millie noticed
>Anon and Verosika made small-talk to lower the two's suspicion, before Verosika pretended to suddenly notice them from the corner of her eye
>she waved at them with a friendly smile, which only made Moxxie more suspicious - but then, their food arrived (Anon purposefully asked the chefs to delay his order so that they could finish the two imp's first)
>once they were full (and once Anon and Verosika had eaten), the couple spent some time digesting
>they were surprised to receive a bottle of fine wine (the finest the place can offer) - apparently, a gift from a nearby table
>now even more suspicious than before, but feeling lethargic from his meal, Moxxie could do little as the two higher demons made their way over to their booths (with Anon even awkwardly dragging his chair at first - on purpose)
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>Anon offers to open the bottle, and then visibly struggles with it (subtly pulling the cork loose), before handing it back to Moxxie
>he effortlessly opens it, much to Millie's attraction and Anon and Verosika's congratulation
>now swelling with pride, he pours for all four of them
>turns out, both he and Millie are lightweights - one glass is enough to give them a notable buzz
>pretending to be merry as well, Verosika and Anon begin small talk with the couple
>the conversation eventually wonders onto the succubus' career
>in reality, she lost all rights to her songs, and is currently between studios - effectively, between jobs - while her reputation recovers
>Anon's helping her through this tough time, and he was the one to come up with the idea of releasing some lo-fi songs online while she winds a new studio, and making them pay-per-listen or downloadable
>she expands upon the idea right now, offering Moxxie to take part in an "indie project" of hers - his voice is still recognizable to many listeners, and she wouldn't mind trying herself out in different genres
>the more they talk about it, the more the imp seems to be on board with the idea, and Millie seems excited as well
>after a second glass, both of them are loosing coherence, and Anon suggest that they retire for the evening, but not before Verosika offers them her card
>they call a taxi for the two, and ensure that they make it home safely, and undisturbed

>the next morning, both of them wake up with a terrible hangover, and while they spend the day recovering (thus, missing out on the events they planned), Millie stumbles upon Verosika's card
>the two of them recall the previous night's events, and it's Millie who feels skeptical
>she knows how much Moxxie likes singing, but she won't exactly trust the succubus they've put across in the past
>still, Moxxie insists, and offers to bring her along

>when they call the number, it's Anon who picks it up
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>he informs them that Verosika is still asleep, but they can meet later in the day, or another day, if they'd prefer
>Moxxie agrees to a later date, and bids farewell
>they spend the rest of the day laying about and recovering from their hangover, with Moxxie practicing on his guitar and singing his old hits, including the love songs he wrote to Millie
>that night, while they've gotten better, neither feels like going out
>suddenly realizing that Blitzo won't be there to stalk them, Moxxie makes a bold proposal
>Millie gleefully accepts, and the two spend the night with debauchery
>waking up well rested (and a bit sore) next morning, they gave the whole gig another thought
>on the one hand, that Anon character seems to be holding the reins, and he's a bit more respectable than the alcoholic succubus pop star
>on the other... It is still Verosika Mayday, with some rich kid wrapped around her fingers...
>anything goes here, really
>finally, Moxxie decides to pluck up courage, and calls the number again
>this time, it's Verosika who picks it up
>she sounds happy to hear that Moxxie agreed, and is looking forward to seeing Millie and him again
>suddenly, Moxxie feels uncertain as well
>nevertheless, they agree to meet the day after

>Saturday comes
>they meet up with Anon, Verosika and her crew at a recording studio they've rented
>Moxxie recognizes it as the place where his old music career began
>he reminiscent, and while the gang sets up a decidedly meager equipment, tells them all about the old days
>with the setup complete, Verosika and Moxxie begin singing
>they're mainly doing duet versions of Moxxie's old love songs, as well as giving some new flair to his old, big hits
>the recordings turn out great, and the crew upload them to Verosika's website
>soon enough the entire Hellnet is all over them
>the simple, indie sound, combined with the studio quality hit a jackpot
>Verosika's mobile is abuzz with calls from various studios
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Good to see that Moxxie is so forgiving about the whole "group sxual assault" incident
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He brought Millie along.
If any of them tries anything, they're dead.
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>Millie's conditions for working with Verosika:
>"I WANT THE HEADS OF YOUR ENTIRE POSSE"
>"Can't do that, we need them to operate the equipment and organize the caterer"
>"I WANT THE HEAD OF ONE OF YOUR POSSE"
>"We're kind of running a skeleton crew here, we can't afford to lose even one"
>"Well, uhhh can I stab one of your backup dancers a few times?"
>".....fine. Alright slts, everyone-TWO-THREE NOT IT!"
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>"...can i stab him once?"
>Millie points at anon, who isn't paying attention
>Verosika sucks air through her teeth in an exaggerated manner
"Yeah, sweetie, that isn't even something you should joke about."
>"...why?"
"Oh dear ol' daddy of his would have you and your entire family hunted down if you hurt his-"
>Verosika holds anon close to her body and does a baby voice
"-baby boy!"
>>"Verosika please stop."
On a related note i remembered this whole typing this
*"MY BABY BOY!" TFS King Cold video*