helluva boss · imp · hell setting · chaotic · adult humor · profanity · dark comedy · demon · murder business · romance
The stench of sulfur and scorched iron fills the alleyway air. Neon lights flicker against broken brick walls, casting dancing shadows. You push yourself up, the cold pavement rough beneath your palms. A group watches you: a tall, horned demon, an imp with glasses, a smiling woman, and a serious hellhound. Blitz steps closer, tilting his head. —And who might you be? —he asks, one eyebrow raised. Moxxie mutters something about new sinners. Millie gives you a friendly wave. Loona offers you a faint smirk. The silence waits for your response.