#vortex helluva boss

Yes, on the outside, Mammon is definitely the most asshole of the sins we’ve seen so far, but this DOESN’T mean that Bee or even Ozzie are angels.

First of all, Bee ONLY stopped Blitz because he was indulging for PRIDE, not for Gluttony. With all of her other guests, she was more than okay with letting them get complete shit faced to a destructive degree.

As for Ozzie, it’s been proven via “Ozzie’s” that he okay with cheating, going so far as to praise Stolas for it. He’s aware Stolas risked everything for the affair, and praised him for doing so. He straight up encourages people to be as kinky and as nasty as they possibly can. Basically for him, if it’s consensual, go wild.

(Not to mention, he’s in a healthy, loving GAY relationship with his jester. While not inherently bad, it’s more than enough to make a deeply traditional Christian faint. Which does kind of seem to be the goal for the show.)

In the end: Ozzie and Bee are just as destructive as Mammon is. HOWEVER, they are so in a way where it’s not as obvious and they’re not as bad because of it.

Because they only fully indulge in Lust and Gluttony 110%, they’re still able to be relatively decent people because completely indulging in those sins doesn’t inherently make you an asshole. It can make you hella harmful, especially mixed with other sins, but on their own they’re somewhat manageable. (I say somewhat because again: cheating and health destruction are a thing).

Also it should be noted that despite being nice people Bee and Ozzie are still HORRIBLE influences. Like if they’re those people who your parents will disapprove of you being friends with.

But besides that, you can be lustful and gluttonous to 110% and still be a nice person to be around. Not a good person, but a nice one.

HOWEVER, you cannot be greedy to the max and be a nice person.

Here’s the thing; Mam, Bee, and Oz don’t have limits to their own sins. All 3 are still destructive as hell, it’s just that Bee and Oz’s sins allow them to have healthy relationships DESPITE that.

Bee, for all her faults, is a wild party girl. However, her gluttonous nature also allows her to completely indulge in love and affection, hence why she can have such an adorable relationship with Tex.

Ozzie is equally as wild but is also horny and kinky as fuck. But it works because Fizz is just as crazy in bed as he is, and arguably even crazier in general. Fizz is a kinky little gremlin who not only makes Ozzie laugh, but more importantly can keep up with him. That’s part of what allows them to be as happy and wholesome as they are.

Mammon however, cannot be at his sin 110% and keep a relationship. It’s just not possible and I honestly don’t think he wants a relationship with someone anyway, as that means he’d have to share something with another person, which he is simply not capable of doing.

This big, imposing hellhound works as a bodyguard to the succubus popstar Verosika. A professional guy, he'll run off anyone his boss asks him to but doesn't really hold any grudges against them himself, as "her beef ain't mine." While intimidating on the job, he's quite friendly and laidback off the clock, especially with his fellow hellhounds. He's happy to wingman for any loners he meets, inviting them to parties and trying to help them be more social. Along with being exceptionally strong, he's also a good singer.

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𖤐Summary: You, a mortal unexpectedly thrust into Hell, becomes an unlikely anchor of light and warmth among its most notorious denizens.

𖤐Chapters: Previous Chapter - Chapter 11 -> X

𖤐Credit: Divider by @sisterlucifergraphics

Stolas still held a faint smile from your introduction when Fizzarolli, perched on the arm of a chair, suddenly threw a mechanical hand up in the air. His bells jingled loudly, cutting through the quiet hum of the tower.

“Hold up, hold up!” Fizz declared, pretending to count on his fingers. “Three days in Hell and let’s take stock: you—” he pointed dramatically at you—“already scored a kiss from Verosika the succubus popstar, called me pretty, called Ozzie pretty, and now you’re callin’ a Goetia prince beautiful.”

He leaned back with a wicked grin. “Sugar, you’re on pace to charm every high-profile demon in the Ring by the weekend!”

Verosika smirked over her mug of coffee, pink hair falling over her shoulder. “She’s just got taste, that’s all.” Ozzie rumbled with laughter, the bull and ram in his neon mane flickering with amusement. “Or maybe she’s secretly on a mission to collect compliments like trophies.”

Stolas let out another delighted hoot, his feathers puffing ever so slightly. “Oh, this is marvelous! I should feel honored to be in such distinguished company.” Fizz pretended to faint dramatically onto a couch cushion. “Oh, woe is me! A mortal’s stolen all the spotlight in Hell!” Even Vortex, who had been standing quietly near the balcony, let out a low chuckle, shaking his head.

You buried your face in your hands, your cheeks burning. “I swear I’m not doing it on purpose!” Verosika reached out to pat your shoulder with a teasing grin. “Sure you’re not, sweetheart.” Fizz pointed at you again, still grinning. “At this rate, sugar, by day four, you’ll have the entire Goetia court sending you flowers.”

The room erupted in laughter once more—the kind that filled the tower with warmth and broke through the chaos of Hell outside. For just a moment, it didn’t matter where you were or how strange your situation was. You weren’t just a lost mortal anymore—you were part of a bizarre, wonderful circle of friends who, despite everything, already had your back.

The laughter soon slowly faded, leaving only the soft hum of the neon skyline outside Ozzie’s windows. Stolas adjusted the folds of his dark, star-flecked cape and tilted his head slightly, red eyes glowing softly. He regarded you with a thoughtful, almost wistful expression.

“You know…” he began, his voice smooth and warm, “it’s been a millennia since I’ve encountered a mortal in person. The world you came from was… very different.” Fizz arched a brow, still lounging on the couch. “Uh-oh. Prince Starfeathers wants story time.”

Stolas shot him a playful glance but returned his attention to you, his tone softening. “Mortals are fascinating—so fleeting, yet so full of spark. Tell me, little one… what was your life like before you stumbled into our world?” 

You blinked, caught off guard by the genuine interest in his voice. The room was quiet now—Verosika sipped her coffee without interrupting, Ozzie leaned casually against the wall with a faint, encouraging smile, and even Fizz stopped joking long enough to watch curiously. You hesitated before answering. “Um… nothing too exciting. Just… a normal life. School, work. A simple normal life, honestly. I liked watching the stars when I could.”

Stolas’s glowing eyes brightened, his feathers ruffling faintly. “The stars,” he echoed, a small, almost tender smile crossing his face. “How fitting.” He took a small step closer, cape giving a quiet sweep. “Do you know, in your world, how much has changed in the sky since I last looked upon it from your side? Entire constellations have shifted. Yet you still look up, even now. That is what I’ve always admired about mortals—you seek beauty, even when the universe feels so very vast.”

Your cheeks warmed, both from his words and from the weight of everyone’s attention. “I… guess I’ve always liked to find wonder in little things.”

Stolas cooed softly—another delighted owl-like sound. “Adorable,” he murmured again. Fizz smirked, breaking the moment. “Careful, sugar. If you keep charming him like that, he’s gonna write a poem about you.” Verosika chuckled, her pink hair shimmering. “Or worse—invite you to a Goetia gala.” Ozzie’s neon gaze flickered with amusement, but his voice was kind. “Let the prince have his moment. Mortals aren’t exactly a common sight here.”

Stolas inclined his head in thanks to Ozzie, then looked back at you. “I would very much like to learn more about your world while you’re here,” he said gently. “Your presence is… a rare gift.”

Stolas’s crimson eyes gleamed with curiosity as he watched you, the neon reflections from the Lust Ring flickering across his feathers like distant constellations. You hesitated for a heartbeat before speaking, your voice quiet but steady.

“You know… once we figure out the portal,” you said, “I could… show you some parts of Earth. If you’d like. Places that are beautiful to us. Stars, oceans, cities lit up at night.”

For a moment, the room went still. Verosika’s crew exchanged surprised glances, and even Fizz stopped mid-fidget, his bells silent.

Stolas blinked, and then something soft and almost childlike lit up in his gaze. “You’d do that?” he asked, the edges of his voice warm with wonder. His feathers fluffed slightly, like an owl trying not to look too pleased. “Oh, how marvelous! I’ve watched your world for eons, but to walk its streets again… to see it through a mortal’s eyes…” He trailed off with a delighted hoot, the sound echoing off the high ceilings.

Ozzie chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. “Careful, sweetheart—you’re about to give a Goetia prince something new to obsess over.”

Fizz grinned. “And if Stolas disappears to Earth for a sightseeing trip, I’m tagging along. I wanna see if your coffee shops are as good as everyone says.”

Verosika flicked her hair and smirked. “Count me in—Earth fashion shows and pop music? I could headline there too.”

Stolas pressed a hand to his chest, bowing with genuine grace. “Then it’s settled. When this is done, perhaps we’ll all glimpse your world—if only for a moment.”

The thought made the room feel a little brighter: a promise of something beyond the chaos of Hell and the uncertainty of the portal. Feeling curious, you wanted to ask Stolas more about bringing him to the human world.

“What would you like to see first, Stolas?” you asked, your voice soft. “The gardens on Earth, the beaches… or the cities? I don’t know why, but you seem like someone who’d love nature.”

For a long moment, the prince simply regarded you, the corners of his beak curling into a faint smile. His feathers ruffled ever so slightly, catching the light like shifting starlight.

“You’re perceptive,” he said finally, his tone gentle and touched with wonder. “Nature has always been… my sanctuary. Even when the heavens were young and the stars were still learning to sing, I found solace in the quiet places—gardens, forests, the whisper of wind through trees.”

Fizz let out a low whistle, half-teasing but with a trace of respect. “Kinda poetic, big guy. Didn’t know you were a fan of gardens and not just grimoire drama.”

Verosika chuckled, swirling the coffee in her mug. “Told you, sweetheart—he’s got the heart of a romantic.”

Stolas chuckled softly, an owl-like sound that rolled warm and low. “I would very much like to see your Earth gardens,” he admitted, “and perhaps your oceans. I have seen their shimmering surfaces from afar, but never their tides or their scent of salt and life.” He glanced back at you with a softened gaze. “To see your world’s nature through your eyes would be an honor.”

Ozzie’s neon eyes glimmered warmly. “Guess we’re planning more than just a rescue mission now,” he said.

Fizz elbowed you playfully. “Look at you, sugar—already booking tours for a Goetia prince.”

Verosika smirked. “Better add a beach day and a photo shoot to that list.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, but inside, a small spark of happiness warmed your chest. For a moment, it wasn’t about portals or danger—it was about a shared dream: gardens, beaches, and a promise of wonder waiting back on Earth.

The room hummed with laughter and quiet chatter as Stolas’s words faded into the neon-lit air. You grinned, an idea sparking as you glanced between Verosika and Fizzarolli.

“You know,” you teased, “if humans ever saw you two on Earth, they’d have hearts in their eyes.”

Fizz gasped theatrically, clutching his bells. “Oh-ho, sugar! You’re saying the obvious, but I like the way you say it!” He struck a ridiculous pose, one mechanical hand on his hip and the other pointing dramatically toward the ceiling. “Imagine it: mortal crowds fainting as soon as I step off the plane. Paramedics everywhere!”

Verosika smirked, her pink hair shimmering as she flipped it over one shoulder. “Please. They’d be too busy screaming my name to even notice you.” She mimed signing an autograph in the air. “I’d headline Madison Square Garden before lunch.”

Fizz feigned outrage, bells jingling as he toppled onto a cushion. “Traitor! You’d leave me to the fangirls?”

Verosika winked at you. “He’d be fine. The humans would probably love his bad jokes almost as much as his flips.”

Ozzie chuckled, the bull and ram in his mane glowing faintly with amusement. “Honestly, you’d all cause a panic. Imagine a popstar succubus, an acrobat jester, and a Goetia prince walking down Times Square. Earth wouldn’t know what hit it.” Vortex rumbled a laugh, tail giving a single wag. “Pretty sure they’d offer all of you your own reality shows.” Stolas added, voice smooth and amused, “Perhaps I would open a planetarium or a garden… though I suspect Verosika’s right—your species would be far too distracted by her.”

Verosika grinned proudly while Fizz threw up his hands. “Fine, fine. Verosika headlines, Stolas opens a fancy garden, Ozzie takes over the music scene… and me? I’ll just join a circus. Humans love clowns.” You laughed until your cheeks hurt, the sound echoing warmly off the tower’s velvet walls. 

Later

The laughter from your Earth-daydreaming slowly faded into giggles and chuckles. You wiped a tear from the corner of your eye, still grinning as you looked around the room at all of them. “And just so you know,” you said with mock seriousness, “if anyone messes with you on Earth, I’ll defend you. I mean—” You spread your hands in a grand gesture. “I already knocked out a demon that came after Verosika, so clearly, I’m qualified.”

Verosika let out a melodic laugh, her pink hair shimmering as she flipped it dramatically over her shoulder. “Oh, sweetheart, Earth would be terrified of you if they knew. A mortal who punches demons? That’s a headline.” Fizzarolli nearly fell off the arm of the sofa, clutching his belly as his bells jingled. “Sugar, you’re killin’ me! Can you imagine? Some poor mortal tries to start something and—BAM!—our human bodyguard swoops in like a tiny, angry superhero!”

Ozzie’s deep chuckle rumbled through the room. “You’d probably scare off half the troublemakers before they even got close. I’d almost feel sorry for anyone dumb enough to try.”

Stolas’s red eyes glimmered with delight. “Oh, how charming. The mortal who saved a succubus popstar and promises to protect a Goetia prince. That would make quite the ballad, wouldn’t it?” Verosika moved closer, nudging your arm playfully. “Careful, sweetheart. I might just hire you as my official bodyguard. Front row seats, VIP access, and occasional cheek kisses as your salary.”

Fizz grinned wickedly. “And bragging rights forever. I can already hear the headlines: ‘Local mortal stuns Hell by becoming top-tier demon protector.’” Even Vortex cracked a smile, his tail wagging once. “Guess we’re the safest group in the Ring tonight.”

The room filled with laughter again, the kind that made your chest feel light. Outside the windows, the Lust Ring shimmered in its neon glory—but inside Ozzie’s tower, surrounded by teasing and warmth, you felt like part of a mismatched family that was ready to face anything together.

⭐️CONTINUED IN PART 13⭐️

P.S = Sorry for the very late post, busy with work

His tattoo looks like the emblem for Beelzebub. And Fizzarolli:

I'm pretty sure the main one is the one on his forehead (possibly replacing the (maybe) slave tattoo that him and Blitzo's family have/had?), but he has hearts all over his outfit, further showing that he belongs to Asmodeus.

Having said that, I'm pretty sure Alastor would get one as well once he begins dating Lucifer, perhaps on the back of his hand? (All of the other spots seemed to be on places easily noticeable/accessable.) Lilith probably had Lucifer's emblem as well, tho she most likely removed it when she left. I'm guessing It'll look like one of these: