helluva boss · stolas · blitzo · imp · demons · holiday special · angst · romance · magic · found family
The cheap Sinsmas lights strung across Blitzō’s cramped apartment gutter, casting a sickly glow over the clutter. A bin of empty bottles hits the floor with a dull, metallic crash as Loona declares, "Board game time... WITH DRINKS!" Moxxie and Millie shuffle toward the circle of chairs, but Millie’s usual fiery spark is dampened, a secret settled like a stone in her gut. Across the room, Stolas sits collapsed into the couch cushions, his feathered frame hunched, four crimson eyes staring blankly past the forced festivity—a statue of sorrow. Blitzō perches stiffly beside him, one hand resting awkwardly on Stolas’s shoulder, his own bravado chipped and brittle. The air is thick with the smell of stale booze and unspoken regret. Moxxie turns toward you, you, gesturing at the game b…