This is a three-part heartwarming comedy oneshot set in Hell, just after the 'Oops' episode ... featuring Blitzo and Striker!

Striker tries to steal Stolas's grimoire from Blitzo in revenge for his constant defeats one night ... but runs into a slight problem!

I do not own anything belonging to Helluva Boss; the credit for story and characters goes to Vivziepop! I hope that you guys like it! 👍

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In the sitting room, Blitzo's apartment, mid-evening ...

Loona lounges on the sofa with a bored expression, while scrolling through her phone.

There was only one light on, next to the sofa ... which was currently being hogged by the hellhound.

Business at I.M.P had finished early today, for once.

Seizing the opportunity, Moxxie and Millie had decided to go out to a restaurant for the evening.

On a 'dinner date' ... rather sappy, but it was THOSE two after all! At least, that was what Loona thought.

As for Blitzo, he'd gone to a nearby bar to 'get wasted' ... as the boss imp called it.

The hellhound rolled her eyes as she imagined the kinds of antics a drunk Blitzo normally got up to.

Loona wondered how long it would be before he got thrown out and banned from whatever bar it was this time.

Loona, meanwhile, had been told to 'hold the fort' in their apartment ... until her dad got back.

From past experience, the hellhound knew that that could be hours and hours away!

It had already been two hours, and Loona was beyond frustrated! She just wanted to go to sleep, and to double hell with the consequences!

It would serve Blitzo ri-wait a moment ...

Loona's ears suddenly pricked up as she heard someone open the apartment door, close it, and walk towards the sitting room.

"About time you showed up!" the hellhound growled, rolling her eyes.

Typical Blitzo.

Oddly though ... there was no response from the normally-boisterous boss imp?

Loona's brow furrowed at this, sensing something amiss as the sitting room door opened quietly.

An ominously familiar rattle had Loona instantly leaping from the sofa, fangs bared and claws raised!

She abruptly collapsed to the ground mid-lunge; unconscious, with a dart in her neck!

A dark chuckle rang through the room, as a shadowy figure currently standing in the doorway ... puts down a gun.

The figure then stows the gun in his jacket and walks into the sitting room. As he passes the sofa light, it reveals the figure to be STRIKER!

The cowboy now had various white burn scars on his face and hands ... but barely visible to the naked eye.

"Yessss ... about time I showed up again, isn't it?" Striker drawled dangerously.

He stopped by Loona, and loomed menacingly over the knocked-out hellhound, smirking.

It felt good for Striker to be on top of the situation for once! That hadn't really happened in a very long time!

Everything had been going wrong ... since he met the blasted group of killer newbies, who called themselves: I.M.P!

Failing to kill a target on multiple occasions, being yelled at by angry employers, and worse of all: being literally scarred by his failure!

The doctors who treated Striker's burns said that he'd recover completely, and his skills wouldn't be impacted at all!

That was good ... but his looks would be forever changed!!

An outcome that would and did not go down well with the arrogant, narcissistic, bloodthirsty person Striker was!

The cowboy assassin had been beyond furious with his new scars and failures ... and had taken WEEKS to calm down!

Once calm, Striker began to scheme again ... this time in a practical way.

Usually, when one comes up against an obstacle that can't be moved by force ... one has to find a different way.

The cowboy had thought long and hard ... and had finally come to the solution.

Magic.

Although Striker wasn't particularly keen on magic to begin with ... he was enough of an opportunist to see the possible potential in it!

For the cowboy's future schemes ... and an additional weapon in his arsenal! Only ... what KIND of magic would benefit Striker the most?

Royal magic was the most powerful and useful kind, but LITERALLY devilishly tricky to get hold of!

All of the royal grimoires were usually kept under lock and spell ... except ...

The cowboy then remembered that Blitzo had that ditzy owl royal's book to do his business ... how fortunate. For Striker ... that is.

I'm sure that Blitzo wouldn't mind me ... borrowing it for a bit.

The aforementioned cowboy grinned toothily at the thought, a grin full of sinister glee.

Hence why Striker was here ... in Blitzo's apartment. He wasn't expecting that sullen hellhound of Blitzo's to be here as well though!

On the other hand, the cowboy had dealt with hellhounds multiple times before ... so Loona really wasn't a challenge for him!

The only issue with hellhounds was that they had an uncanny resistance to tranquillisers!

Striker wasn't sure how long Loona would be out for ... but he hoped that it would be for long as he needed!

Just as a precaution, the cowboy had loaded the dart with enough knockout juice to down an entire herd of hellhorses!

Probably would be enough.

Chuckling, Striker shot the unconscious hellhound a sneer ... before turning and going over to the nearby cupboards.

The cowboy started to search through them, a smug smile on his face ... confident of an easy victory.

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10 mins later ...

The smile on Striker's face had now disappeared ... and was replaced by frustration!

The cowboy's careful searching had turned to frantic rummaging as his goal remained elusive!

Sitting room, bedroom, bathroom ... the ENTIRE apartment ... all searched, and yet NO GRIMOIRE!

Where is it?! Where in Lucifer's name is that blasted book?!!!

Returning to the sitting room, Striker sighed deeply and sat down on the sofa. He took off his hat and mopped his brow with it, trying to think what to do next.

The cowboy flinched suddenly and leapt to his feet, as something vibrated to life under him!

Whirling around ... Striker discovered that it was just Loona's phone, much to his embarrassment.

The cowboy's awkwardness quickly changed to glee however, as he saw the text that had appeared on the screen.

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Hi Loonie!

Was having a good time, got kicked out ... gonna crash in the office. Don't wait up. Daddy.

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Striker's mind was working furiously as a new possibility rose up!

If Blitzo's hellhound didn't have the grimoire, and it wasn't at his home ... maybe the book was with the boss imp himself?

It was very unlikely that Blitzo entrusted such a powerful magical artefact to the 'vermin' and his 'wildcat wife'.

Striker knew that the former clown wasn't THAT stupid. Maybe ... the grimoire was indeed with Blitzo, at his office?

Maybe Striker was still in with a chance? The cowboy began to cackle wickedly, his smirk growing to an incredible size!

Deary me, Blitz ... what a situation you're in! Striker thought, as he turned and walked toward the front door.

All alone in your office, none of your employees and friends around, with something I want ... and someone.

Perfect.

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