In honor of the finale for Season Two of Helluva Boss.

In the kingdom of Pentagramia, anticipation for the royal ball was at its peak. Prince Stolas of the Goetia family, ever elegant and mysterious, was hosting the grand event to find his true love. Meanwhile, in a small, shabby stable on the outskirts of the kingdom, Blitzo was buried under a mountain of work. His father, Buckzo, barked orders at him, while his sister, Barbie Wire, lounged nearby, offering no help. "Clean that faster, Blitzo!" Buckzo snapped, pointing his cane at the hay-covered floor. "And don't even think about that ball. It's for people who matter, not a useless runt like you."

"What if I just went for a bit?" Blitz asked.

Barbie smirked, her voice dripping with mockery. "You? At the ball? Don't make me laugh, loser. Leave the royal affairs to people who actually matter."

Blitzo clenched his fists, muttering under his breath, "One day, I'll show you all."

Blitzo gritted his teeth, pretending their words didn't sting. But deep down, he longed for something more; a life beyond the stable, a chance to be someone who mattered. As night fell, Blitzo sat alone outside the stable, gazing at the distant glow of the palace. He sighed, kicking at a stray pebble. "Penny for your thoughts?" a familiar voice drawled.

Blitzo looked up to see Fizzarolli, his best friend, perched on a nearby fence. The jester demon's signature mischievous grin was in place, but tonight it was accompanied by a regal presence: his boyfriend, Prince Asmodeus. "What are you two doing here?" Blitzo asked, rising to his feet.

Fizz hopped down, throwing an arm around him. "We heard you're moping about not going to the ball, and we're here to fix that."

Blitzo scoffed. "Yeah, right. What am I supposed to wear? A pile of hay?"

Asmodeus stepped forward, his deep, commanding voice cutting through the night. "Let me handle that, darling."

With a wave of his elegant hand, a swirl of magic enveloped Blitzo. When the glow faded, Blitzo stared at his reflection in a water trough. Gone were his ragged clothes; in their place was a tailored crimson suit adorned with silver accents. His scuffed boots were replaced with polished ones, and his signature skull emblem gleamed as a cufflink. "No way," Blitzo whispered, turning to Fizz. "You did this?"

Fizz grinned. "Nah, it was mostly Ozzie. I'm just here for moral support."

Asmodeus chuckled. "There's a carriage waiting for you. But remember, the magic fades at midnight."

Blitzo nodded, his determination rekindled. "Thanks, guys. I owe you one."

The palace glittered like a jewel, and Blitzo could barely contain his awe as he stepped into the grand hall. The crowd parted, their murmurs following him as he strode forward. At the center of the room stood Prince Stolas, regal and poised. His sapphire eyes scanned the crowd, landing on Blitzo. For a moment, the prince's composure faltered, curiosity sparking in his gaze. Blitzo swallowed hard, his usual bravado failing him as Stolas approached. "Your Highness," Blitzo said, bowing awkwardly.

Stolas chuckled, offering his hand. "Please, call me Stolas. And you are?"

"Blitz. The 'o' is silent," he quipped, earning a laugh from the prince.

"Would you honor me with a dance, Blitz?"

Blitzo hesitated as Prince Stolas extended his hand, the gloved fingers radiating a warmth that reached far beyond the surface. Around them, the orchestra struck up a sweeping melody, its notes cascading like the stars scattered across the velvet night sky. "You sure you want to dance with me?" Blitzo asked, a nervous edge creeping into his voice.

Stolas tilted his head, a soft smile gracing his lips. "I've never been more certain of anything."

Blitzo took the offered hand, his heart pounding as Stolas led him to the center of the grand ballroom. The crowd parted like waves, their curious murmurs blending with the music. Blitzo could feel their eyes on him, but all that mattered was the prince standing before him. "Relax," Stolas whispered as he placed one hand gently on Blitzo's waist. "Just follow my lead."

Blitzo let out a shaky breath. "I'm not really a... you know, fancy waltzing kind of guy."

Stolas chuckled softly. "That's all right. Let's just enjoy ourselves."

As the first steps began, Blitzo stumbled slightly, stepping on Stolas's foot. He winced, his cheeks burning with embarrassment. "Sorry!" he blurted.

Stolas laughed, the sound warm and melodic. "You're doing just fine. Trust me."

Gradually, Blitzo found his rhythm, mirroring Stolas's movements. The prince's guidance was steady and patient, his touch firm yet gentle. Blitzo looked up, and for the first time, their gazes locked. The world around them seemed to blur. The golden chandeliers, the murmuring crowd, and even the hauntingly beautiful music, all faded into the background. "It's like you've done this a thousand times," Stolas murmured, his voice low and intimate.

Blitzo smirked, his confidence starting to return. "Maybe I'm just a quick learner."

"You're more than that," Stolas replied, his sapphire eyes shimmering with something unspoken.

For a brief moment, Blitzo allowed himself to believe it. He wasn't just a stable hand anymore, not here, not now. Under Stolas's gaze, he felt seen as someone worth noticing, someone who mattered. As they spun across the polished floor, the tempo of the music quickened. Stolas twirled Blitzo with surprising agility, earning a startled laugh from the imp. "Show-off," Blitz teased as Stolas pulled him back in.

"Only for you," Stolas said, his tone teasing but sincere.

The dance slowed, the music softening into a gentle waltz. Stolas's hand remained on Blitz's waist, his other clasping Blitz's hand like a lifeline. The prince leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a near whisper. "I don't know who you are or where you came from," Stolas said, "but I feel like I've been waiting for this moment my whole life."

Blitz's breath caught. For a split second, he considered telling the prince everything; the truth about his life, his family, and how out of place he felt here. But he couldn't bring himself to break the spell. "Maybe it's fate," Blitzo said instead, his voice tinged with uncharacteristic softness.

Stolas smiled, his grip on Blitzo tightening ever so slightly. "Then let's not waste it."

They continued to dance, their movements growing more fluid and natural with each passing moment. Around them, the crowd watched in stunned silence, captivated by the unexpected pair. Blitz's heart raced; not just from the exhilaration of the dance, but from the way Stolas looked at him, like he was the only person in the room.

The grand clock in the palace tower began its slow, resonant chime, signaling the approach of midnight. Blitzo froze mid-spin, his heart dropping into his stomach as he realized what was happening. Oh, no. Not yet. Not now. "What's wrong?" Stolas asked, concern flickering across his face.

Blitzo forced a grin, even as panic gripped him. "Uh... nothing! I just remembered I left... something... on fire."

Stolas raised a brow. "On fire?"

Blitzo waved dismissively, stepping back. "You know, long story. Gotta go!"

As the twelfth chime echoed through the hall, Blitzo turned and bolted, weaving through the stunned crowd. "Wait!" Stolas called after him, his voice carrying a desperate edge.

Blitzo didn't dare look back. He tore down the grand staircase, his polished boots clattering against the marble steps. As he reached the bottom, one of his boots snagged on a step and slipped off. "Damn it!" he hissed, glancing back at the shoe.

For a moment, he considered grabbing it, but another chime from the clock spurred him onward. He sprinted out into the courtyard just as the magic began to fade. The elegant carriage waiting for him shimmered and warped, reverting to the dilapidated cart it had once been. The spectral horses dissolved into thin air, replaced by a pair of bewildered donkeys. Blitzo leaped onto the cart, whipping the reins. "Come on, move it!" he yelled, urging the donkeys forward.

As he disappeared into the night, Stolas emerged at the top of the staircase, the discarded boot clutched in his hand. His chest heaved, his gaze fixed on the spot where Blitzo had vanished. "I'll find you," he murmured, determination hardening his voice. "No matter what it takes."

The next morning, the kingdom buzzed with the news. Prince Stolas had issued a royal decree: the mysterious imp who had captured his heart at the ball would be found, and the owner of the boot would be brought to the palace. Servants were dispatched to every corner of Pentagramia, carrying the crimson boot in a glass case.

Blitzo was back in the stable, mucking out stalls under Buckzo's watchful eye. His father barked orders from his usual spot by the door, his tone dripping with condescension."Faster, Blitz! These stalls aren't going to clean themselves."

Blitzo gritted his teeth, resisting the urge to snap back. His mind kept drifting to the night before, Stolas's smile, the warmth of his touch, and the bittersweet moment when he'd had to run. Outside, the sound of wheels crunching against gravel caught his attention. He peeked out of the stable to see a royal carriage pulling up, flanked by two servants carrying the glass case. Barbie Wire was already outside, her eyes gleaming with opportunity. She shoved past Blitzo, her heels clicking against the ground as she approached the servants.

"Obviously, the boot belongs to me," she said, striking a pose.

The servants exchanged skeptical glances but gestured for her to try it on. Barbie sat down on a nearby stool, lifting her foot. She tugged and shoved, but no amount of force could make the boot fit. "Are you sure this isn't defective?" she snapped, glaring at the servants.

Buckzo stepped forward, his tone smug. "Let me try. Clearly, this boot is meant for someone of my stature."

Blitzo rolled his eyes as Buckzo tried, and failed to wedge his foot into the boot. "Maybe the problem is your fat ego," Blitzo muttered under his breath.

The servants looked at each other, then at Blitzo. One of them stepped forward, holding the glass case. "What about him?"

Buckzo snorted. "Him? Don't be ridiculous. He's a nobody."

Barbie chimed in, her voice dripping with disdain. "Yeah, Blitz couldn't pull off something like that. He's too... pathetic."

Blitzo pushed past them, holding his head high despite their jeers. "Let me try."

The servant removed the boot from the case and handed it to him. Blitzo slid it on effortlessly, and the fit was perfect. The servants gasped in unison. "It's him!"

Barbie and Buckzo gawked, their faces twisting in disbelief. Before they could react, a familiar voice cut through the air. "Blitz?"

Blitzo turned to see Prince Stolas stepping out of the carriage, his expression a mix of relief and joy. Barbie and Buckzo stumbled over themselves, bowing hastily. "Your Highness!" they stammered.

Stolas ignored them, his gaze locked on Blitzo. He approached slowly, his sapphire eyes shimmering with emotion. "You're the one I've been searching for," Stolas said, stopping just in front of Blitzo.

Blitzo grinned, his usual bravado returning. "Took you long enough."

Stolas chuckled, offering his hand. "Come with me. I meant what I said last night... I want you by my side."

Blitzo glanced back at his stunned family, then at the palace carriage waiting for him. A wide grin spread across his face. "Hell yeah," he said, taking Stolas's hand.

As the carriage rolled away, Barbie and Buckzo stood frozen in the courtyard, their expressions a mix of outrage and disbelief. Blitzo leaned out the window, flashing them a smug wave. "Guess I'm not so pathetic after all, huh?"

Stolas laughed, pulling him back inside. For the first time in his life, Blitzo felt like he was exactly where he was meant to be. "You're my life." Stolas said, gazing into Blitz's eyes.

"You're my heart," Blitz said back