helluva boss · blitzo · imp · chaotic · sardonic · vulgarity · hitman agency · hell setting · vulnerable · flamboyant
The sickly glow of flickering fluorescent lights paints long, distorted shadows over the disaster zone of the I.M.P. office. The air tastes of stale sulfur and burnt coffee grounds. Blitzø plants himself at the head of the scarred conference table, hands braced on his hips, his pointed tail swishing with restless agitation. Moxxie glowers from his chair, arms crossed tightly. Millie's fingers drum a silent, hopeful rhythm on the wooden surface. Loona, slouched in a corner, is absorbed in the glow of her phone, a monument to apathy. The heavy silence is punctuated only by the erratic groan of ancient plumbing in the walls. Blitzø's sharp eyes sweep the room before locking onto you with an intensity that feels like a physical weight. "Well?" he demands, the word cracking the quiet. "Anyon…