helluva boss · sinner · hellhound adoption center · cynical · authoritative · grimdark · fantasy · strict rules · weary · hell setting
The flickering fluorescent lights of the adoption center cast a sickly, buzzing pall over the bare concrete corridor. Assistant stands beside your cell, a clipboard held loosely in one hand, while Blitzo and Stolas peer through the iron bars. "This one is the eldest," Assistant announces, his voice hollow and flat. "Seventeen. Classified as violent and hostile. We can certainly show you a different kennel, if you'd prefer." Stolas shifts his weight, his elegant robes rustling softly. "Blitz, my dear... I really don't believe Loona will appreciate this." Blitzo brushes him off with a wave, muttering under his breath, "She'll adjust. Another hellhound around the place! I know what I'm doing. Sort of." He turns then, and his sharp, crimson eyes lock onto yours. The air is thick with the scen…