#helluvaboss stella

[fizzyfrogdraws]

4-helluva icons pt. 1

[naturelover-26]

I want them all 🥺🥰🥰💓

[peygsus]

Oopsies.. (⸝⸝⸝O﹏ O⸝⸝⸝)

Commission for @supermario220 ^v^!!!

[longingvalentine]

Attack of the 50 FT Stella

WIP Ill finish after my vacation.

[klondork]

Sympathy For A Devil

[mooooncat17]

“𝒮𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒶 𝒢𝑜𝑒𝓉𝒾𝒶”

[kjlmdraws]

[drades-lair]

Burned

Pulling on Bombproof’s reins Striker halted his steed directly outside the Goetia vacation home located on Wrath’s far side. Releasing an exasperated sigh the imp dismounted his hell steed, after having his most recent job go to shit once again thanks to Blitz needless to say the last thing Striker wanted to do was have a meeting with Stella Goetia. A hiss of pain escaped Striker’s throat as his feet hit the sand, looking over his clothing Striker was relieved to see no blood seeping through it meaning he just needed to grit his teeth and bare the pain he was in till this meeting was over. Once at the doors a couple hounds escorted him inside to the parlor where Stella was sat on one of the small couches sipping tea, Striker internally rolled his eyes that she couldn’t even be bothered to greet him at the door, yet he casually made his way to the high back chair in the corner. Plastering on a fake charming grin the pale imp removed his hat to give a small bow.

“Ma’am,” Striker politely greeted, placing his hat on the top of the high back chair before taking a seat.

“Pleasure to see you again,” Stella retorted, placing her teacup on the table in front of her.

“I’m gonna take it this is about my last…mishap,” Striker rephrased the term failure in hopes of avoiding some of Stella’s screeching.

“It is however despite the fact you didn’t bring my cheating dick of a husband I’m not disappointed, after all I-well my brother, did call off the hit to begin with,” Stella explained taking Striker slightly off guard.

“Um, that is correct. Is this simple payment then…?” Striker cautiously asked, hands gripping the chair’s arms as his pain flared.

“Payment and a quick chat about our next move,” Stella stated with a small smile as she poured a cup of tea then pushed it towards Striker.

“Oh…well, would Ya mind if we kept this meetin’ ta just the payment? I’ve got…somethin’ ta get to,” Striker attempted to cut the meeting short, his mind was becoming extremely unfocused due to the pain he was in, and the edges of his vision were starting to blur.

“Surely it can wait, now we’ll talk first then you can get your payment on the way out,” Stella cheerily stated causing Striker to panic internally a little.

“Ma’am, please accept my apologies, but I really do need ta go,” Striker insisted.

“Then you don’t want me to tell you how I’m quadrupling your pay?” Stella coyly asked.

“Humph, fine. What Ya want me ta do next?” Striker cursed in his mind; this rich bitch knew just how to get him to do what she wanted.

Stella beamed as she started rambling for what seemed like hours while Striker tried desperately to concentrate on what she was saying through the agony his recent wounds were putting off. After a while Striker started feeling the distinct sensation of blood seeping through his clothing, suddenly standing from the chair Striker grabbed his hat only to grab the chairs side as the world spun. Stella was clearly caught off guard by Striker’s abrupt movement, going instantly silent for a moment as the imp made a move to leave.

“Forgive me…Ma’am, I really need ta…be off…” Striker once more cursed in his mind as he stammered without meaning too, trying to keep his back away from Stella so she wouldn’t see the blood he knew was soaking through his clothing.

“Hmm…are you…alright?” Stella asked, furrowing her brow at the pale imp who was once more a little taken aback as she sounded genuine in her question.

“Fine…I gotta go…” Striker responded, managing to stand up straight unfortunately it was only for a moment before the spinning grew worse and the blurriness turned to blackness in his vision causing the imp to stumble. The sound of clattering dishware filled the room moments before Striker felt someone catch him, his body falling against another’s as two hands gently grabbed him by the upper arms. Vaguely Striker could make out being lowered to the floor followed by his head being laid on soft fabric, someone’s hand was gently pulling his shoulder forwards then he felt his wound on that side throb as another hand touched the no doubt bloodied fabric over top of it causing him to release a pained groan unintentionally. Striker lost what little consciousness he had left at this point, only being able to make out moments of movement including being carried which only succeeded in causing him more agony as his clothing rubbed against his wounds. The next thing Striker recalled in somewhat clarity was slightly opening his eyes to a blurry white room, the feeling of something cold, hard, and metal beneath his body as well as his cheek leading him to also conclude that he was naked or close to it. After only a few moments of dubious clarity white hot pain coursed through the pale imp causing him to involuntarily scream causing the darkness to swiftly engulf Striker’s mind once again.  

Confusion was perhaps Striker’s first reaction upon waking a second time followed by uncomfortable soreness that seemed to radiate from every inch of his body. Blinking a few times to clear the cobwebs from his brain Striker started to make out his surroundings, the room was a large white one with a towering ceiling, there were cabinets both up and down on almost all the walls sporting small counter tops on the lowers. Striker could tell he was on his stomach by this point with his head turned to the side, glancing up he saw an IV bag with a tub running from it which he followed till he couldn’t however it was clear that it was probably attached to him. Gingerly Striker slid his hands up from where they’d been laying by his sides, pushing up only to stop when the sharp pain returned causing him to yelp just as a pair of large ornate doors nearby opened followed by the sound of heels swiftly clicking across the white tile floors.

“Stop! Don’t move!” A familiar feminine voice exclaimed as a set of hands wrapped around Striker’s upper arms from behind. Shocked surprise was probably the best way to describe Striker’s reaction upon glancing over his shoulder to see who was there revealing none other then Stella.

“Ma’am…? Ugh!” Striker questioned briefly before groaning, propped up on one arm while the other clutched at his shoulder.

“Lay back down you idiot! I just managed to get your wounds closed,” Stella retorted, pushing persistently yet gently on Striker’s arms in a bid to get him to lay back on his stomach. Eventually Striker relented, laying back on his stomach with his hands to either side of his head. Stella moved around the table to start fussing over Striker’s injuries again, pulling what he could now feel were bandages up to make certain he’d not reopened any of them.

“I-I don’t understand…why are Ya doin’ this?” Striker managed to ask; voice slightly strained from the pain he was in. Stella froze for a moment then her cheeks seemed to flush slightly pink before she moved away from Striker back towards the doors she’d come through earlier, but Striker didn’t hear them open instead she returned moments later carrying a pillow and a blanket. Striker watched as the Goetia placed the blanket on the countertop nearby then brought the pillow over to him.

“Here, I thought you might want to be more comfortable,” Stella stated gently helping Striker lift his head up enough for the pillow to be slid underneath it. Next Stella placed the blanket over Striker then moved to the counter again, opening a drawer beneath it promptly pulling out a syringe followed by a vial that said ‘morphine’ on the label.

Reading the hint that Stella didn’t wish to speak about her reasons for doing what she was Striker remained silent as the Goetia filled the syringe with the morphine from the vial. Striker understood Stella could easily kill him at this moment, rid herself of a liability who’d already fucked up twice unfortunately he wasn’t in any condition to fight back right now, between the pain and exhaustion he honestly wondered if death was preferable at this point. Stella injected the morphine into the IV line that led into Striker’s right hand then she placed a hand gently on his cheek, a gesture that only accomplished to confuse Striker further unfortunately he was too tired to ask any more questions, eyes falling shut once more to the sound of Stella telling him to rest.

Admittedly Striker felt much better the next time he woke up, body still sore however that intense sharp throbbing type pain he’d felt previously was gone. Gently this time Striker eased himself up managing to get into a sitting position with minimal pain although he was a little hesitant to see the extent of the damage left behind from the burns he’d suffered thanks to his last botched job in Greed. Glancing down Striker could now see that he’d been stripped to his boxer briefs with bandages wrapped around his torso, left upper arm, right thigh, and spade of his tail. Cautiously Striker removed the bandage wrapped around his upper left arm to survey the damage done, underneath there was a nasty looking red mark that looked how you would think cauterized flesh would however around the edges Striker could tell the skin was starting to scar over. A grimace crept across Striker’s features at the realization that all these were going to scar horribly, in all his years of being an assassin he’d never been scared this badly by anyone. Striker’s tail rattled irritably as he released a hiss of frustration under his breath, Blitz was proving to be a bigger pain in the ass then he could have ever imagined making the pale imp regret having not put a bullet between the other imp’s eyes when he had a chance.

“You’re awake,” Stella’s voice pulled Striker from his thoughts causing his tail to settle upon looking over his shoulder towards the ornate double doors that Stella strode through.

“Yeah,” Striker simply responded returning his gaze forwards.

“Clearly you’re feeling better,” Stella pointed out coming around the table to stand in front of Striker.

“I’m not in agonizing pain if that’s what Ya mean,” Striker retorted, irritation unintentionally still lacing his tone from the imp’s earlier thoughts.

“That’s good…care to tell me how this happened?” Stella inquired trying to put on a front of irritation.

“Yer not my only client, Ma’am,” Striker retorted, returning the irritated tone.

“Don’t take that tone with me! Do you have any idea how wor…I mean irritated I was when you passed out in my parlor?” Stella exclaimed although her tone was far softer than Striker was used too.

“Forgive me, my last job went badly, and it’s soured my mood,” Striker stated after releasing a breath.

“You’re forgiven, I can imagine being in agonizing pain would sour anyone’s mood. Why didn’t you go to a hospital though?” Stella retorted, arching a curious brow towards the end.

“Hospital? Ma’am, I’m a hitman for hire. Hospitals aren’t really an option, I just didn’t have time ta take care of these myself before seein’ Ya,” Striker explained arching a brow of his own at Stella’s question.

“Oh…I see, well…not this time, now hold still while I change your bandages,” Stella stated looking both surprised as well as a little concerned upon hearing Striker’s explanation.

The two didn’t say anything further as Stella removed the bandages on Striker’s torso causing him to hiss in pain on occasion. Looking over his left shoulder Striker could see that the burn was basically along that entire side of his back, lip curling slightly he quickly looked away to allow Stella to finish treating it. The Goetia had a delicate touch much to Striker’s surprise, taking care with each movement she made to inflict as little pain as possible. Striker repositioned when Stella made it to his right thigh, pulling his legs up onto the table to crook the injured one upwards while laying the other on the tables surface. The injury was high up on the underside of Striker’s thigh however true to form he was unbothered by the intimate implications meanwhile Stella blushed slightly while treating the wound.

“There, do you think you can walk?” Stella wondered once she’d finished.

“Should be able ta, why?” Striker responded.

“I was wondering if you wanted to move to a more comfortable place is all,” Stella retorted.

“Um…I guess,” Striker confirmed.

Sliding off the table Striker took a moment to get his bearings then he took an experimental step, he had to limp thanks to the wound on his right thigh however ultimately, he was fine to follow Stella after she provided him with a robe. Stella took Striker to a guest bedroom where she got him settled in the much comfier bed on his stomach to prevent aggravating the burn wounds, once Stella left to get some items from the infirmary to keep in the bedroom for treating Striker’s wounds he started to once again wonder why she was doing any of this?

“Forgive me for askin’ Ma’am, but why are Ya doin’ this?” Striker inquired upon Stella’s return.        

“First off, stop calling me Ma’am. My name is Stella. Second…I-I’m not sure…I just know that I couldn’t leave you bleeding on the floor,” Stella responded, placing the items she’d brought into the bedside table drawers while avoiding looking at Striker.

“Fine then, Stella. Ya coulda just tossed me onto the street if Ya were worried about stains,” Striker shot back with a small smirk on his face.

“Perhaps it’s about more then just a few blood stains,” Stella retorted in that quippy manner Striker was used too from her.

Striker was not at all pleased with how long it took his burns to heal, remaining in the Goetia vacation home for over two weeks. Stella as it turned out was the biggest enigma for Striker over this two-week period, he’d only ever known Stella as a client however during this time she introduced the imp to another side of herself that appeared to be the real her and that was something that perplexed the pale imp to no end. Stella even had Striker’s clothing cleaned as well as fixed, he stood shirtless checking messages on his phone when Stella walked into the guest room carrying a briefcase, instantly averting her gaze for a few moments. Striker tucked his phone into his back pocket upon noticing Stella, grabbing his black long-sleeved shirt to pull over his head making sure to be mindful of his still slightly tender burn wounds.

“Somethin’ I can do for Ya?” Striker wondered, pulling his shirt down.

“I thought you might want your payment,” Stella responded, placing the brief case on the bed.

“Yer still gonna pay me?” Striker wondered arching a brow in surprise.

“Of course, as I told you before it was my decision to call off the hit thus there’s no reason not to pay you,” Stella answered.

“Humph, not gonna argue about gettin’ paid,” Striker huffed a laugh, pulling his jacket on now.

“I’m not sure how to proceed just yet regarding my ex, I’ll call you when I’ve got a better understanding of what to do,” Stella explained as Striker finished pulling on his boots.

“Very well, I’ll await your call,” Striker declared suddenly slapping on that overly confident, professional charm he normally had.

“Alright,” Stella simply responded as Striker grabbed the briefcase, tipped his hat then headed for the door only to stop.

“Thanks for everythin’,” Striker offered over his shoulder.

Stella couldn’t help but smile, watching while Striker left the room.