Hell is Home (Helluva Boss) Various x fem!Reader x Striker

Staying with Stolas pt 1

You had only recently begun your role as Stolas's personal bodyguard, finding yourself residing in his colossal estate. The room assigned to you was truly immense, situated just down the hallway from Stolas's own quarters, with his daughter Octavia's room on the opposite side.

This mansion was undeniably excessive for your taste. While the Ars Goetia family, with their slender bird-like legs, effortlessly navigated the vast halls, as an Imp, you felt as though you were taking minuscule steps in comparison to their graceful strides. And that was merely within the confines of the hallway, without even considering the multitude of other rooms.

Nevertheless, your bedroom boasted its own private bathroom and balcony. This meant that if Striker ever decided to pay you a clandestine visit, he could do so without having to pass through any front or back doors. His agility even allowed him to leap up to the second floor effortlessly.

Stolas, on the other hand, seemed to be constantly on the move within the house. He simply couldn't remain still unless he was overcome with sadness or in a deep slumber. The rest of the time, he was completely absorbed in his paperwork.

In the few days since your arrival, you had only caught glimpses of Octavia on a couple of occasions. Once during breakfast in the kitchen, and another time when she was enjoying some music in the garden. She didn't pay much attention to you, perhaps giving you a suspicious glance at most. However, you knew that the strained relationship between Blitz and Stolas was to blame for her indifference.

In the absence of any real threats, your days were mostly spent observing the rooms that Stolas frequented. It was a rather dull task, as there were no imminent dangers to be found. During these moments, you would engage in casual conversations with Stolas, either while cleaning your weapons or examining the room for any potential vulnerabilities. Stolas, surprisingly, was quite open about his affair with Blitz. On the other hand, you kept your relationship with Striker tightly under wraps. Fortunately, Stolas seemed more interested in discussing his own affairs rather than prying into your personal life, which brought you a sense of relief.

One of the few bright spots in your time at the estate was the camaraderie you developed with the other imps who served the royal family. You particularly bonded with the butler, who had endured being tossed around like a ragdoll by Stella. After hours, you took it upon yourself to train him, helping him build up his strength and stamina. He had a natural talent for heavy lifting, but you made sure to challenge him in other areas as well. He was grateful for your assistance and enjoyed your company, even though he felt a tinge of disappointment upon learning that you were already in a relationship. Nevertheless, there were no hard feelings between you.

Now, three weeks had passed, and the only thing you were truly looking forward to was your upcoming day off. In the present moment, you found yourself luxuriating in a deep bath, your eyes closed as you savored the relaxation. The giant porcelain tub could easily accommodate at least ten imps in an emergency, a stark contrast to the Goetia themselves, who could only fit one or two comfortably.

As you bask in the soothing ambiance of the bath, the presence of another person triggers your instincts, instantly putting you on high alert. However, your tension dissipates as you recognize the voice of Striker, and you release your tight grip on his arm, realizing it was him all along.

Letting out a sigh of relief, you release him and sit up in the bath, leaning against the edge while Striker takes a seat on the outside, his tail swaying gently. "I was ready to drown you," you confess with a playful smile, to which Striker responds with a smirk. "I could tell," he says, his gaze slowly roaming over your naked form, his annoyance evident at the bubbles obscuring your more intimate areas. "Seems like you're enjoying this life of luxury," he mutters, and you shrug nonchalantly. "I'm just slowly losing what's left of my sanity, but it's more tedious than anything," you confess, shivering slightly as his fingertips trace along your arm.