Helluva Boss: The Circus - Alternate Ending
So I noticed that a lot of people really don't like the way Stella is characterized in Season 2. I personally have no problem with her characterization - sometimes people are just assholes. No tragic backstory. No motive. And honestly, she's just so cartoonishly evil that I can't help but love to hate her. That said, I do see where people are coming from, and it does kind of downplay some of Stolas' flaws and portrays him more sympathetically than he actually is. While I do believe Stolas is sympathetic, and I want him to improve and grow as a person, it doesn't change the fact that his relationship with Blitzo is still mega toxic, that Stolas is a member of a privileged class with little knowledge or empathy for those below him, or that he spent the entire first season doing as he pleased with little to no regard for how his actions affected those around him, including his own family.
So, without further ado, here's my attempt at a more nuanced look at Stella and Stolas' relationship, via an alternate ending to Season 2, Episode 1 - The Circus. Enjoy.
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STELLA: The fuck are you doing?
STOLAS: Reflecting.
STELLA: Well, keep it down. Via's in her room, and I suspect she's trying to sleep. (Turns to walk back inside)
STOLAS: ...Why are you still here?
STELLA: (Stops, irritated) What?
STOLAS: Why are you still here? You leave with Via on weekends but then stay around the house despite everything.
STELLA: I live here, too, Stolas, last I checked. And unlike some people, I don't run away from my responsibilities.
STOLAS: Oh yes, I can see just how busy you've been. Between the shopping trips and gossiping with your girlfriends. Truly, how do you find the time to even breathe?
(Stella stomps over to Stolas, shoving a finger in his face)
STELLA: You have some fucking gall, speaking to me like that! After what you did-
STOLAS: I KNOW WHAT I DID!
(Stella steps back, stunned. Stolas runs a hand over his face.)
STOLAS: I would feel bad if I had hurt you, but we both know I didn't do that!
STELLA: You dare-
STOLAS: Oh, come on, Stella! There was never any love between us! You and I were arranged for one reason - to birth a precautionary heir to the Goetia family, nothing more!
STELLA: Yes, Stolas. I am perfectly aware of my status as a brood mare, thank you for reminding me.
STOLAS: (sighs) I tried, Stella. I know I was and am far from perfect but I did try, for so many years. To make things comfortable for us, to have this family, but it was never enough.
(Stella rolls her eyes and shakes her head. Stolas continues.)
STOLAS: The only reason I have endured your constant insults and cruelty is so that girl can have a normal life!
(Stella starts cackling)
STOLAS: What is so funny?
STELLA: Cruelty? You think what I've done is cruelty?
(Stolas puffs up in indignation, but starts backing away as Stella stomps up to him, getting in his face.)
STELLA: You spoiled, overgrown child! You don't know what cruelty is! And what's this tripe about "a normal life?" Normal? By Satan, have you always been this delusional?!
(Stella steps back, throws out her arms for emphasis.)
STELLA: Newsflash, husband! Octavia is a Goetia! She is never going to have a normal life! No matter how she acts or how she dresses, she will always have royal blood in her veins! Nothing you or I do will ever change that, and the denizens of Hell are certainly not going to let her forget it! Especially not after this latest spectacle of yours!
(Stolas' face becomes horrified - his eyes turn to pinpricks)
STOLAS: ...what?
STELLA: (exasperated) You were seen publicly, Stolas! In a goddamned sex club, with an imp! Did you really think word wouldn't spread?! (puts her hands on her hips) And who do you think has had to deal with the fallout of your little dalliances? Who do you think has to deal with the gossip, the rumors, the contempt? Here's a hint - it's not you!
(Stolas flinches back slightly.)
STELLA: (shaking her head, bitterly) Men like you and my brother are all the same. You do as you please with no thought or care to how your actions affect others. And meanwhile, women like me have to deal with fake sympathy and speculation from the masses over how we are such failures as wives that our husband find the company of peasants more appealing.
(Stolas is stunned silent. Stella turns away from him, her arms folded.)
STELLA: I don't expect you to love me, Stolas. Or even like me. But whether you like it or not, we are married. And at the bare minimum, I expect some modicum of respect as your wife.
(Stolas turns aways, gripping his arm. His face is full of guilt. But then he turns back, his face becoming blank.)
STOLAS: Respect goes both ways, Stella. And you'll have to forgive me if I can't respect someone who publically shames my performance in bed, or tries to have me assassinated, right in front of our child.
STELLA: Oh please, she had her headphones on. And it's not like it even worked. You're still here aren't you?
STOLAS: (bitterly) Sorry to disappoint you.
(Bitter silence.)
STOLAS: (sigh) ...Look, this...this isn't working. I cannot do this anymore.
STELLA: Meaning what?
STOLAS: I want a divorce. I do not want to be married to you anymore. I want out.
STELLA: (laughs bitterly) Of course. You realize that the Goetia family will not take this lying down? Andrealphus especially-
STOLAS: I don't care what your arrogant brother thinks.
STELLA: That much is obvious.
STOLAS: And as far as the Goetia are concerned, the only thing they care about is already 17.
STELLA: ...So that's it. We're done.
STOLAS: Yes. We're done.
STELLA: (deep breath) Fine. It's late. I will sleep in the guest room, and then we will both explain things to Octavia in the morning.
STOLAS: (nodding) That's fair.
(Stella turns to leave)
STOLAS: Stella...for what it's worth-
STELLA: Save it. The words of a traitorous embarrassment are worth nothing. You've fallen from what little grace you had. And I know you'll pay for it. You and that little plaything of yours.
STOLAS: Leave him out of this!
(Stella keeps walking.)
STOLAS: Stella! I mean it! Hate me if you must, but I will not let you threaten-
STELLA: It's not a threat, it's a fact. (turns around) You have made him part of this little game of yours. You have dragged him into the spotlight, Stolas. And sooner or later, he will be eaten alive.
(Stolas staggers back, his face a mask of rage and shock.)
STELLA: (suddenly very tired) I don't pretend to understand your feelings for that imp, but if you truly care for him at all...you will let him go.
(As Stella goes inside, Stolas' fist shake with rage and become sheathed in his magic. He turns, roaring, and slams his magic covered fist down on the balcony railing, causing it to crack and crumble slightly. Stolas then collapses on the ground, weeping.)
(Cut to Stella walking down a hallway. Her eyes are in shadow as her mouth contorts, a single tear forming and threatening to fall. Stella furiously scrubs it away, then straightens, her face a mask of cold regality. She continues down the hall.)
(End.)
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