Loved the new episode of helluva boss and of course there's in-fandom drama with how stella and stolas’ marriage is being depicted and people are either criticising the narrative or justifying it with theories and implied messages in the show itself but I do think it's important to remember that while we did get a big reveal and a lot of details of stolas’ situation were elaborated on making him appear like a more sympathetic character then he was before at the cost of making stella appear less righteous that's still not the whole story. There are parts missing which may help explain why stella is as clearly abusive as she is, so there's really no reason to start throwing around accusations because we just don’t know stella or even stolas well enough as a character yet to make any final judgements. That being said I don't see anyone talking about the reason stolas had to get married and sire an heir at all. Demons are immortal in helluva boss/hazbin hotel unless they are deliberately killed by special weapons. We already know there is a special class of weapons which is specifically capable of killing demon royalty which implies that royal demon death is very rare/unheard of. Yet in this newest episode Paimon mentions that stolas is “prophesied” to sire a “precautionary heir” for the Ars Goetia. He then explains that stolas will now be subject to an pre-arranged marriage based on this prophecy. Which is interesting. Why does stolas need an heir? He's not gonna grow old and die; he’s immortal. He's always going to be around to do his job....
Unless he isn't. I think this episode has revealed that stolas WILL die. In fact. Why would there be a prophecy telling the ars goetia that they need another heir unless one of them was doing to die? The prophecy implies that there is nothing stolas or anyone else can do to avoid stolas’ death. The only thing the ars goetia can do is have a replacement before it's too late (Octavia).
And that's where I think stella comes in. Besides the whole hiring a hitman to murder him thing, she's been banking on his death ever since her marriage to him was arranged. Or more accurately, whoever specifically arranged stolas and stella’s marriage is. It's interesting that in their fight stella mentions her brother like his opinion is important. Why does he matter? That will be explained more in the show certainly but it does imply that stella’s family has some stake in her and stolas’ marriage. What I'm getting at is whoever arranged stolas’s marriage to stella, and I think that it was stella’s family, saw the bright red target the prophecy put on stolas’s back and took that opportunity to move in. I'm guessing that stella’s family is looking to take up power from or within the ars goetia by using stolas’ death and the resulting power vacuum to propel their own people into higher positions of power, and as his wife, stella is on the battle front. Stella is aware of this plan and that is part of her abuse towards him, most likely
Of course, a divorce before stolas dies would bring the whole operation down and stella and her family (like her brother) will fight tooth and nail to keep that divorce from happening.
Anyway that's what caught my attention. I really do think stella has her reasons for her awful treatment of him and she's not just a flat villain abusing him for the hell of it. There's something bigger going on..
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what about Valentino, Vox and maybe Stolas when their card declines on a date,yk those couple of gut wrenching awkward seconds before their s/o nervously offers to pay. Thank you in advance if you take this up <3
Wait, what?!
Valentino
"I'm sorry sir, your card declined."
Val sat there for several moments, mind taking a minute as he'd never actually heard those words in that order directed at him.
Turning away from you, he'd stare at the server, the feline demon patiently standing there.
Val sat there for another minute, comprehending the utter fucking audacity of a bitch.
"Your fucking with me right?"
He asked, genuinely giving her a chance to back peddle.
When she just kept standing there, Val jumped to his feet, scowl flaring crossing his features.
"Bitch, I dont need a fucking card, I own the fucking building!" He screamed at her, the girl stumbling back.
He'd go off, snarling at the girl for disrupting your date night, and for something so fucking stupid.
By the end of his rant the restaurant owner had come out, trying to mediate the situation.
He'd chewing him out, asking what kind of incompetent shitheads he hired.
As he did, you'd approach, placing a hand on him. He'd spin around, prepared to snarl at someone, but quickly backed down, shoulders slumping.
You'd take his hand in your own, leading him back to your table, sitting down.
You'd sit in silence for a little while, the restaurant popping up with some 'Complementary Desserts', the two of you eating in silence before he sighed, taking your hand into his.
"I'm sorry for blowing up like that in front of you." He spoke softly.
He was always sure to keep a certain image for you. He did a lot of bad things, far more then even you knew about, as such he did his best to keep a certain image in your eyes.
And loosing his cool and screaming at some girl wasn't helping said Image.
You sighed, smiling as you squeezed his hand.
"It's alright, I'd probably lose my cool too if my employees asked me something like that."
Val chuckled at that, leaning in to kiss your hand.
"I could apologise to her if you'd like?" He asked softly.
To which you'd laugh, scoffing as you waved him off. "Please, as if. That dumb bitch asked you for a credit card in your own club."
At that Val broke into laughter, getting up and stantching you up, kissing you deeply as he carried you out of the restaurant, the two of you only kissing deeper as you left the restaurant, your kissing only getting more heated as you made it to your Limo.
Vox
The night had been set up so perfectly.
He'd gotten a reservation at an extremely classy joint, but not too classy. He wanted it to be like 'yeah, I've got a shit tone of money, but we can still talk without people glaring at us'. That kinda fancy.
So there you were, at the end of an incredible meal, the two of you dining on some very tasty deserts when Vox had given his card, a Luxury very few in Hell had, to pay for your meal.
And as the server came back, the man expecting to be given his card back, instead the server leaned in, speaking those simple words.
"I'm sorry sir, your card was declined."
The Television headed Demon froze, screen glitching as he processed what the actual Hell they'd just said.
Vox turned to the server, staring at them for several moments before he got up, grabbing the server before getting up, and spinning them around, growling at him what the fuck he meant.
He fucking dragged the server away, getting the fucking manager, the two having an exceptionally unsubtle screaming match in the kitchen at the insult to him, Vox, fucking King Teck of Hell, having his fucking card brought back.
After some apologetic words from the manager and getting your meal comped, he'd return.
He'd act as though nothing happened, the man acting all cool and composed, while you just went along with it, finishing your deserts.
And despite the incident, you'd go on to have a lovely night, the man taking you back to his place where you ended the night on a spectacular note.
You had tea, and suggled on a couch and just shared some wholesome intimacy.
Stolas
The night was going incredibly.
You'd been enjoying your meal, talking and laughing, telling stories and jokes, it felt like the science block of a highschool, cause you had chemistry.
The night was going so well, that he was barely aware when he paid the bill, the man in the middle of a hilarious story when the server came back.
"Your card was declined."
He spoke bluntly, with no tact whatsoever.
Stolas froze, head snapping up at him, a frown quickly crossing his face as he stared at the server, the man simply staring back, hand extended, clearly expecting payment.
And so, without missing a beat, Stolas raised his hand, still with a frown, he'd wave his hand, a portal about the size of a dinner plate appearing besides him, before he simply reached in, before pulling out a sack, dropping it before him, the sack opening to reveal a small stack of golden coins.
Pulling out a few he dropped them into there servers hand, telling him bluntly.
"For the bill. No tip."
The server, grumbling to himself, turned and left, the man growling all the way.
Clearing his throat, he'd adjust his attire before turning back to you, finishing his story.
You'd go on to have another desert, Stolas paying with gold, expecting full change.
Which he'd get, with a saide of stink eye from the man.
After the desert and another glass of wine, you'd head back to his, and after another bottle of wine, you'd end up sleeping together.
No, not sex. You'd curl up on one of Stolas' more comfortable couches, the big owl man holding you close, the events of the night long gone from your mind as you slept the night away, comfy and happy in his embrace.
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