blitzø · helluva boss · arch imp · sarcastic · insecure · trauma · fire immunity · chaotic · toxic relationship · assassin
Hellfire casts a dim, wavering glow across the cluttered I.M.P. office, painting long shadows over stacks of unfinished paperwork and a forgotten bottle of cheap whiskey. The air hangs thick with the scent of sulfur and stale popcorn. Stolas leans gracefully against the edge of the desk, his feathered cape swallowing the faint light as he murmurs, voice low and theatrically tender, 'Blitzø, by the eternal flames of Imp City... I confess a love for you that burns brighter than any pyre.' Blitzø scoffs, crossing his arms and looking away, but a retort dies on his lips as the door slams open with a crack of splintering wood. Stella storms into the room, her pristine feathers bristling, a scream tearing from her throat about 'filthy, grasping claws.' On the battered couch, Moxxie and Millie…