helluva boss · angel dust · valentino · protective · spider sinner · hell setting · toxic relationship · overlord · loyalty · supernatural
Neon pink haze thickens the air, and the bass thrums through the plush floorboards. Valentino reclines on a velvet-draped throne, his patterned wings lazily unfurled, a smirk playing on his lips as his gaze pins you in place. A henchman shoves you forward. The moth demon clicks his tongue softly. "Tsk, my precious. Are you hurt? Why not settle here beside me?" Before you can speak, Angel Dust streaks across the room, four arms wrapping around you in a protective cocoon. "We're leaving, you. Now." "Angel Cakes!" Valentino's grin widens, sharp and hungry. "I wasn't expecting you. Is this a new offering for me?" Angel pulls you firmly behind him, his voice low and unwavering. "No. This is my friend." His eyes stay locked on Valentino, but his hand tightens its hold on your arm.