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On the drunk wrap party

The wrap party at SpindleHorse HQ wasn't just a celebration; it was the jubilant, drunken exorcism of three seasons of high-stakes Goetia drama.

Under the strobe lights, the air smelled of expensive champagne and "Renaissance Popcorn." Brandon Rogers stood on a table, clutching a megaphone. "Listen up, you beautiful disasters! We survived the Digalaxis rot, we survived the Black Hole Jail, and we survived designing those tacky pink dresses for Via! To the fashion school grads in the design department—you went to town, and now we’re going to the ER if we don’t stop drinking!"

In the corner, the "Goetia Siblings" were proving that their bond was more than scripted. Bryce Pinkham (Stolas), Idina Menzel (Astaroth), and Sierra Boggess (Gremory) had physically commandeered the karaoke machine.

"This is for Via!" Sierra cackled, her voice hitting a glass-shattering high note.

"And for her 1/4 imp heritage!" Idina added, pointing a shot glass at the ceiling.

Together, they launched into a chaotic, three-part harmony of Survivor by Destiny’s Child. Bryce attempted a riff that sounded more like a dying owl, causing his wife, Scarlett Strallen, to collapse into a chair, guffawing so hard she couldn't breathe.

Meanwhile, Blake Roman (Angel Dust) was playing the role of the ultimate enabler. He swept through the room like a chaotic whirlwind, balancing a tray of shots. "For the Tarantellas! For the Schiaparellis! For the Princeton Goths!" he shouted, sliding a glass to Joel Perez, who was currently leading a thirty-person conga line to Suavemente.

Near the buffet, Christian Borle had reached the "sentimental" stage of the evening. He sat on the floor, head buried in Skye Mattox’s lap, sobbing about character arcs. "She’s a cosmic linchpin, Skye! Via is the bridge! The bridge to the tiers!" he wailed, while Skye patted his head, trying not to spill her drink.

Jeremy Jordan provided the background noise, sprinting laps around the dance floor in a neon "LUCIFER" t-shirt, screaming "RE-TRIAL! RE-TRIAL!" at the top of his lungs. His wife, Ashley Spencer, recorded the whole thing. "This is going on the ‘Hell-stagram,’ Jeremy!" she yelled over the music.

In a quiet, plush corner of the lounge, the Broadway legends watched the chaos with the serene amusement of gods. Sarah Brightman (Amethyst) sipped a chilled prosecco, leaning toward Jonathan Freeman (Paimon). "It’s like the Aladdin wrap party all over again, isn’t it, Jonathan?" she laughed.

"More glitter this time," Freeman replied in his rich, gravelly tone. "And significantly more demons. But I must say, seeing Stolas finally free of that 'castle of lies' makes me want to join the conga line myself."

Nearby, James Woods (Mephistopheles) leaned back, gesturing toward the younger cast. "Look at them. They think they invented partying. I remember Keith David and I nearly leveled a studio back in the day." Keith David simply nodded, his deep chuckle vibrating through his glass of bourbon.

While Joel Perez led a rhythmic conga line to the high-tempo beats of Suavemente, a much more private, albeit scandalous, drama was unfolding on the dance floor.

Mike Faist, the voice of the sharpened, Princeton-educated Salvatore "Arackniss" Tarantella, had officially left his character’s "goth preppy" composure at the bottom of his fifth tequila shot.

As the salsa music flared, Mike pulled his wife, Tilly Evans Krueger, onto the floor. Unlike the cold, calculated CEO he voiced, Mike was all fire and wandering hands. He spun her with a flourish that was technically impressive but lacked any semblance of "professional distance."

"Mike," Tilly laughed, breathless as his hand slid significantly lower than a standard salsa frame allowed. "We are in a room full of your coworkers. Calm your inner mobster down."

Mike leaned in, his voice a low, gravelly rasp that sounded suspiciously like Arackniss when he was making a power move. "Tilly, I’ve spent months voicing a guy who represses everything. Right now? I’m not repressing a single thing. You look incredible, and I’m pretty sure I’m the CEO of this dance floor."

He pulled her flush against him, his hands roaming with a bold, "handsy" confidence that drew a whistle from a nearby Blake Roman, who was currently balancing a tray of shots.

"You’re being very public, Mr. Tarantella," Tilly whispered, tilting her head back as he kissed her neck.

"Let them watch," Mike grinned mischievously, his fingers catching the hem of her dress. "Consider it a live-action teaser for Season 4."

"I’m considering it a reason to make you drive home," she countered, though she didn’t pull away, wrapping her arms around his neck to keep him steady as he swayed a bit too heavily into the rhythm.

Across the room, the click of a smartphone camera shutter was drowned out by the music. Sophia Anne Caruso, the voice of Molly, stood by the buffet table with a predatory smirk, her thumb hovering over the save button on a high-definition video of the entire salsa display.

"Oh, this is gold," Sophia murmured to herself, watching Mike try to dip Tilly with more enthusiasm than balance. "If he ever tries to act all 'serious actor' on set again, this is going straight to the group chat. Arackniss Tarantella: defeated by a spicy rhythm and his own wife."

She zoomed in just as Mike gave Tilly an affectionate, drunken squeeze.

"Happy wrap party, Salvatore," Sophia toasted her onscreen brother with a smirk. "The Tarantellas always secure their assets, don't they?"

Meanwhile....

"Amir, stop being so sloppy," Nina giggled, pushing his face away gently, though her own smile was wide.

"Never!" Amir declared, trying to plant a kiss squarely on her lips but mostly hitting her cheek. He was clearly very, very drunk. "You're my beautiful wife, and I'll kiss you however I want!"

He leaned in again, full of drunken confidence, and Nina finally let him. It started as a soft, messy peck, but Amir quickly pulled her closer, deepening the kiss, completely oblivious to the chaos of the wrap party around them.

In a quiet corner, away from the conga line led by Joel Perez to the tune of "Suavemente," they were lost in their own little world. Nina ran her hands through his hair, her initial playful resistance melting away into genuine affection.

Suddenly, a camera flash startled them. They broke apart, blinking in the bright light, and turned to see Morgana Ignis and the show's creator, each holding their phones and laughing hysterically as they ran off.

"Traitors!" Amir called out, pointing a wobbly finger, but he was laughing too. He turned back to Nina, a goofy, loving grin spreading across his face. "Want to get out of here before they post that everywhere?"

Nina just smiled, taking his hand. "Lead the way, you big goof."

On the tabletops, things were getting wilder. Kimiko Glenn (Niffty/Stephanie) was performing a dance that could only be described as "caffeinated gremlin chic." She spun with such velocity that she became a blur of sequins and pink hair, narrowly avoiding a platter of sliders.

Meanwhile, the "Goetia Brothers" had formed their own corner of chaos. Thomas Sanders, pulling double duty as Gaap and Orobas, was having a full-blown argument with himself.

"Gaap thinks we should order more pizza!" he shouted in a gravelly baritone, before immediately switching to a melodic lilt: "But Orobas insists on artisanal bruschetta!"

The real show-stopper, however, was Harvey Guillén (Vassago). As the eldest Goetia brother, he felt a sudden surge of "ancient royal" inspiration. He climbed onto a chair, raised a golden goblet, and began a rhythmic, guttural chant in the ancient demon tongue—a language that sounded suspiciously like High Valyrian mixed with a heavy Latin bass.

"Zaldrizes buzariis!" Harvey chanted, his voice commanding the room.

The crowd, caught in the spell of the "Retrial’s" success, began to chant back in unison. It wasn't just a wrap party; it was a rally for the new era of Hell.

In the corner, Brandon Rogers watched the madness, leaning against a pillar with a satisfied grin. He looked at the sketches of Via’s season 4 wardrobe—the perfect blend of royal black robes and Imp-style grunge—and then at the photo of Stolas and Blitz’s wedding storyboard.

"Best. Wrap. Party. Ever," Brandon whispered, right before Joel Perez looped him into the conga line.

In a velvet-draped VIP booth, shielded from the sight of Jeremy Jordan screaming "I am the King of Hell!" while sprinting past, Blake Roman sat slumped in a daze of happy, drunken exhaustion.

His fiancée, Etta Grover, looked at him with a mischievous glint in her eyes. She leaned in, whispering over the thumping bass of the music.

"You look like you just survived a Goetia civil war, Roman," she teased, adjusting the strap of her dress.

Blake grinned lopsidedly, his voice thick with "wrap party" cocktails. "Etta... we did it. The Digalaxis are gone. Via’s a bridge... I think I’m a bridge. Everything is vibrating."

"Let’s give you something else to focus on," Etta laughed. She pulled him toward a quieter, dimly lit corner of the lounge, away from the sight of Christian Borle sobbing joyfully into Skye Mattox’s lap.

As she began a slow, sultry lap dance, Blake’s eyes widened, his drunken fog momentarily clearing into pure adoration. He reached out to steady himself, his hands resting on the edge of the velvet seat.

"Oh... okay," Blake exhaled, a breathless laugh escaping him. "This is definitely better than a script read."

"Focus on me, not the Hamephorash," Etta whispered, spinning slowly.

Blake watched her, completely mesmerized. "I’m focused. I am highly focused. You’re more stunning than a Schiaparelli original, Etta. Seriously. I might cry. Am I crying? I feel like I might be doing a Borle."

"Don't you dare cry yet," she laughed, her movements fluid and confident.

Suddenly, a camera flash flickered from behind a potted palm. Krystina Alabado and Robert Lenzi were huddled there, Krystina clutching her phone with a wicked grin.

"Caught in 4K!" Krystina chirped, her laughter ringing out over the music. "The voice of Hell’s favorite spider is officially speechless!"

"Hey! No spoilers!" Blake shouted weakly, though he didn't move an inch, his eyes fixed back on Etta as Robert and Krystina doubled over laughing and ran back toward the dance floor.

Blake looked back up at Etta, a goofy, lopsided smile plastered on his face. "Where were we? Right. The dancing. Please... don't stop. I'll give you all the Goetia secrets. I'll tell you where Ipos hid the popcorn."

Etta leaned down, kissing his forehead. "Keep your secrets, Blake. Just enjoy the win."

The highlight of the night, however, began when James Monroe Iglehart (Vassago/Asmodeus), Rochelle Diamante (the singing voice of many hellish icons), and Alex Brightman (Fizzarolli/Adam) locked arms in the middle of the dance floor.

The Great Can-Can of the Hellaverse

"If the Goetias can survive a retrial, I can survive this tempo!" James bellowed, his voice booming over the music.

"Alex, if you kick me in the head, I’m telling Vivzie!" Rochelle laughed, adjusting her balance as they formed a line.

Alex Brightman, grinning like a madman, shouted back, "I’ve been playing a puppet and a rockstar for three years! My hamstrings are made of rubber! HIT IT!"

As the music transitioned into a frantic, high-BPM "Infernal Can-Can," the trio began their performance.

Headcanon Quotes & Moments:

• The Synchronized Kick: On the first beat, all three swung their legs up with surprising precision.

• James: "This is for the Schiaparelli legacy!"

• Alex: "And this is for every imp who ever wanted to kick a Digalaxis in the teeth!"

• Dawn Phelps’ Commentary: Watching from a nearby table with a drink in hand, James’ wife, Dawn, turned to a group of background artists. "You know, usually I have to pay for a Broadway ticket to see him move like that. Tonight, I just had to provide the tequila."

• The "Ozzie" Flare: Halfway through, James began incorporating dramatic, sweeping arm movements, mimicking his character’s gravitas.

• James: "Look at the form! Look at the poise! Stolas could never!"

• Rochelle (Breathless): "James, we’re supposed to be dancing, not casting a spell!"

• Alex’s Ad-libs: Every time Alex kicked, he shouted out a name from the trial.

• Alex: "BYE-BYE, ANDREALPHUS!" Kick. "ENJOY THE BLACK HOLE, STELLA!" Kick. "VIA IS THE BRIDGE!" High Kick.

• The Grand Finale: As the song reached its crescendo, the three of them attempted a synchronized split. Rochelle nailed it; James landed with a dignified "oomph"; and Alex simply fell backward, laughing too hard to stay upright.

As the dance ended, the room erupted in cheers. James stayed on the floor for a moment, panting, while Rochelle helped him up.

"You know," James wheezed, looking over at the chaotic conga line and the weeping Christian Borle. "After everything—the Medici plots, the Schiaparelli fashion, and Octavia finally holding Stolas’s hand... this is the only way the night could end."

"A drunken dance-off?" Rochelle asked, wiping sweat from her forehead.

"No," Alex chimed in, popping up from the floor like a jack-in-the-box. "A celebration of the fact that in this Hell, even the losers get a wrap party, but the winners get the glory."

Suddenly, the music shifted. The heavy reggaeton beat of "Despacito" dropped, courtesy of the guest DJ, Adrien Ferbeyre.

Joel froze mid-step, his eyes snapping to the DJ booth where his husband stood. A wicked grin spread across his face. He didn't just walk toward the booth; he stalked.

"Oh, you’re not getting away with just pushing buttons tonight, mon amour!" Joel shouted over the bass.

Brandon Rogers, who had been hovering nearby with a drink in hand, saw the look in Joel’s eye and immediately stepped up to the decks. "Go, Joel! I’ve got the booth. I didn't spend three seasons directing chaos to miss this!"

As Brandon took over the faders, Joel reached over the console and practically dragged Adrien onto the makeshift dance floor. The crowd, sensing a shift in the atmosphere, cleared a circle.

"Wait, Joel—the transition isn't finished!" Adrien laughed, though he was already settling into the rhythm, his movements fluid and effortlessly cool.

"The only transition we're worried about is this footwork!" Joel countered.

The salsa began. It wasn't just dancing; it was a performance that rivaled the high-fashion drama of the Schiaparellis. Joel took the lead with the sharp, rhythmic precision of a man who knew he’d just voiced a historical turning point in the Hellaverse. He spun Adrien with a flourish that made his silk shirt catch the strobe lights.

"You're showboating," Adrien teased, leaning into a sharp dip as Joel held him steady.

"It’s not showboating if the Digalaxis regime has been overthrown!" Joel laughed, his voice bright and triumphant. "Think of it as a victory lap for Stolas and Blitz. If an Imp and a Prince can make it work, we can certainly nail this triple spin!"

As they moved, the rest of the cast began to cheer. Joel’s movements were a blur of salsa-infused joy, a perfect reflection of the "Hella-Salsa" energy he’d brought to the series. For a moment, the drama of Hell, the complex lineage of the Schiaparellis, and the weight of the Goetia secrets faded away.

As the song peaked, Joel pulled Adrien close, both of them breathless.

"Best wrap party ever?" Adrien whispered.

Joel looked over at Brandon, who was currently mixing "Despacito" into a high-energy remix, then at Jeremy Jordan, who was now trying to teach a confused security guard the "Hell's Greatest Dad" choreography.

"In this life or any other," Joel replied with a wink. "Now, again from the top—and don't miss the beat this time!"

Barrett Wilbert Weed stood near the center of the dance floor, clutching a drink and watching Joel Perez successfully lead a 40-person conga line to the rhythmic beat of Suavemente. To her left, Christian Borle was having a very emotional moment in Skye Mattox’s lap, and in the distance, Jeremy Jordan was sprinting past the DJ booth, waving his Lucifer shirt like a flag and screaming at the top of his lungs while Ashley Spencer filmed the whole thing, doubled over with laughter.

"We did it, Octavia," a voice boomed. Barrett turned just in time to see the "uncles"—the voice actors for Vassago, Ipos, and Orobas ( Harvey Guillen, Josh Groban and Thomas Sanders )—closing in with mischievous glints in their eyes.

"Wait, guys—no—" Barrett started to laugh, but it was too late.

Before she could retreat, a cluster of her co-stars, led by the actors playing the Schiaparelli brothers and the Goetia elders, hoisted her up. With a synchronized cheer of "FOR THE COSMIC LINCHPIN!", they tossed her into the air.

The Scene: The Flight of the Princess

As Barrett was tossed upward, the room seemed to go into slow motion, mirroring the surrealist gothic energy of the show itself.

The Quotes:

• The Goetia "Brothers" (As they threw her): "Up you go, little niece! From the Black Hole to the stars!"

• Jeremy Jordan (Sprinting by): "HAIL THE QUARTER-IMP! SHE’S ASCENDING! SHE’S ACTUALLY ASCENDING!"

• Barrett (Mid-air, laughing): "I am a grown woman! Put me down before I call my father to petrify all of you!"

• Bryce Pinkham (Stolas): "Be careful with the heir! She’s the only thing keeping the Digalaxis contracts null and void!"

• Brandon Rogers (Watching from the bar): "Look at her go. Season 4 grunge-rock Via would be proud. Just don't hit the chandelier, it's a rental!

The Headcanons:

• The "Vassago" Reflex: Harvey Guillen was the one who caught her most securely every time. Since his character spent the season acting as a spy and protector alongside a young Stolas, he joked that "protecting the Goetia line" was now ingrained in his muscle memory.

• The Schiaparelli Approval: The actors playing the Schiaparelli family—portraying the "surrealist goth" royalty—refused to just catch her; they insisted on doing it with "haute couture grace," making sure her hair looked "stunningly editorial" even while she was flying through the air.

• The Purgatory Toast: The voice of Veritos (Aaron Tveit) stood nearby, raising a glass every time she went up, shouting, "A toast to the bridge between the tiers! May your Season 4 wardrobe be as edgy as this trajectory!"

• The Landing: When they finally set her down, Barrett was breathless and dizzy. She adjusted her jacket—a custom piece that blended Via’s gothic roots with Schiaparelli elegance—and smirked. "Okay," she panted, looking at the rowdy cast. "If that’s how we celebrate the end of a bloodthirsty era, I’m terrified to see what happens after the Stolas and Blitz wedding."

The party roared in response.

Keith David and his wife, Dionne Lea Williams, took to the stage. The room fell into a respectful, yet buzzing, hush.

“This one,” Keith said, his voice that iconic, velvety rumble that had defined Husk and brought such gravitas to the Goetia secrets revealed this season, “is for the survivors. For Via, for Desdemona, and for every soul who fought their way out of a black hole jail.”

Dionne smiled, leaning into him. “And for the ladies who played the game and won. This is for Bianca, Emilia, and the Schiaparelli spirit.”

The first notes of "I Will Survive" began to play, but it wasn't the disco version the world knew. It started with a slow, soulful blues piano—a nod to the old-world elegance of the Tarantellas and the Venetian courts.

The Performance:

• The Opening: Dionne took the lead, her voice soaring with a theatrical power that rivaled a Broadway opening night. “At first I was afraid, I was petrified...” She sang it with the poise of Margherita Orsini, a diplomatic icon who knew exactly how to hold a room.

• The Power Shift: As the tempo kicked up, Keith joined in, his bass-baritone adding a layer of "hell royal" authority. When they hit the chorus, the energy shifted from a song of survival to a victory march.

• The Improvisation: In the middle of the song, Keith began to ad-lib in character, his voice dropping into that gritty, soulful Husk growl: “You think I’d crumble? You think I’d lay down and die? Honey, I’ve seen the Goetia secrets. I’ve seen the Schiaparelli's move the stars. I’m a cat with nine lives and a heart of gold!”

The Crowd Reaction:

Jeremy Jordan, still wearing his Lucifer T-shirt and running on pure adrenaline, stopped his sprinting to jump onto a chair, waving a napkin like a flag. "Sing it, Pops!" he screamed, while Ashley Spencer doubled over laughing, filming the whole thing for the cast group chat.

As Dionne hit the high notes of the bridge, the fashion-design team—the ones who had painstakingly created the "Padme-inspired" black wedding gown for Desdemona and Via’s grunge-rock evolution—started a rhythmic clapping.

The Grand Finale:

For the final chorus, Keith and Dionne beckoned everyone to the front.

“All of you!” Dionne laughed, gesturing to the actors who played the five older brothers—Vassago, Ipos, Orobas, Gaap, and Seir. “If you can survive a mission for the Schiaparellis, you can sing!”

The entire room erupted. The voices of the Hellaverse cast joined together in a massive, soulful wall of sound.

• Keith (leaning into the mic): "I've got all my love to give..."

• Dionne: "And I'll survive!"

• The Cast: "I WILL SURVIVE!"

As the song ended, Keith wrapped an arm around Dionne, looking out at the "Hella-family" he had helped lead through three seasons of chaos, fashion, and heartbreak.

“To Season 4,” Keith toasted, his voice echoing over the cheers. “Where the Imps and the Royals finally walk the same aisle.”

Dionne whispered just loud enough for the front row to hear, “And where the Schiaparellis always have the last word.”

The morning after Zoom call

The morning after the legendary "Retrial Wrap Party," the Hellaverse cast and crew gathered on a Zoom call that was less about professional updates and more about collective recovery. The screen was a mosaic of messy hair, dark sunglasses, and the occasional spouse holding a cold compress.

Brandon Rogers kicked off the call, his voice a raspy whisper. "I’ve seen things in the design department’s concept art for the Black Hole Jail that were less terrifying than Christian Borle doing the Macarena at 3:00 AM. Does anyone have a pulse?"

Joel Perez (Valentino) adjusted his camera, looking remarkably fresh. "I don’t know what you’re talking about, Brandon. Suavemente is a spiritual experience. That conga line was the most orderly thing to happen to this production since the 15th-century Cyprus arc."

"Orderly?" Jeremy Jordan (Lucifer) suddenly popped onto the screen, still wearing the 'World’s Best Hell Dad' t-shirt he’d been screaming in the night before. His wife, Ashley Spencer, could be seen in the background, nursing a coffee and pointing at him mockingly. "I am the King of Hell, and I officially decree that tequila is now banned in all nine circles."

"Tell that to my husband," Tilly Evans-Krueger joked, tilting her camera down to show Mike Faist (Sal/Arackniss) fast asleep on her shoulder. "The 'Goth Preppy of Princeton' has been out for twelve hours. I think the excitement of the Stolas/Blitz wedding announcement finally drained his battery."

Vivienne Medrano joined the call, laughing as she looked at the chaos. "I just got a message from the design team. They’re so inspired by the party photos that season 4 Via might actually get a 'Morning After the Revolution' outfit. Seeing Octavia’s final transition from the 'tacky Digalaxis pastels' to that elegant black robe was emotional, but seeing you guys in various states of collapse is the real finale."

The group spent the next hour trading "war stories" from the night before:

• How the Fireburst clan’s voice actors tried to "clean up" the buffet like their characters.

• Christian Borle waking up briefly to mumble lines about the Medici-Borgia rivalry before falling back asleep on Skye Mattox.

• The fashion graduates in the design department debating the structural integrity of Veritos’ Purgatory armor while balancing solo cups.

As the call wrapped up, Brandon Rogers took one last look at his exhausted, brilliant team. "Listen, we survived the Digalaxis rot, we survived the retrial, and we survived the open bar. Season 4 is going to be the 'Imp-Grunge-Royal' masterpiece the fans deserve. Now, everyone go back to sleep. Except Jeremy—put a shirt on that isn't your own face."

"Never!" Jeremy shouted, as Ashley Spencer finally turned off his camera.

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