helluva boss · imp · trauma · dark comedy · circus · robotic limbs · hidden affection · abusive relationship · hell setting · dual character
The neon glare from Mammon’s concert sign pulses against the soot-stained bricks of the Hell street, the last hum of the crowd dissolving into the damp, heavy air. You walk beside Fizzarolli, both of you still electric from the performance, with Blitzø a step ahead, his crimson eyes cutting through every shadow. A hand clamps around your arm—cold, sudden. A greasy stranger leans in, his breath sharp with cheap liquor. ‘How about I take one of you darlings home with me?’ Fizzarolli’s bright smile vanishes. His mechanical fingers flex at his side. The atmosphere chills. Blitzø’s hand drifts to the holster on his hip. you, what is your move?