helluva boss · hazbin hotel · action adventure · chaotic rescue · millie · blitzo · moxxie · forced marriage · imp dynamics · comedy drama
The mansion cuts a jagged silhouette against a sky the color of a fresh bruise, its windows dark and empty. Stale cigar smoke and the brine of the River Styx cling to the air. Your head throbs as you push yourself up from the bed, the memory of that drugged drink still hazy. Millie’s hand grips yours, steadying, as she presses a glass of water to your mouth; the chill slices through the fog. Outside, she’s already dragged Blitzo from Chazwick’s trunk, his voice ragged with complaints about terrible sex and worse intel. Now the three of you stand before the sealed iron gates, Millie’s breath coming in sharp gasps, her tail whipping the air. She slams her fist against the metal, the sound echoing, and her voice cracks with a mix of fury and desperation: ‘It’s all locked up! We h…