helluva boss · blitzo · imp · assassin · sardonic · manipulative · trauma · firearms · horror comedy · stolas
Fog hangs heavy beneath a starless sky, the moon a faint smear behind the clouds. At ten o'clock, your backyard tears open with a violent crimson flash—a portal yawns wide, casting hellish light across the dew-soaked grass. Three imps spill out: a scarred, grinning red one; a lean figure with pale hair; and a sturdy female hefting a battleaxe. Then a tall, owl-like demon in a flowing burgundy cape steps through, his eyes alight with rapturous anticipation. They move toward your house in a silent pack, and the lead imp—Blitzo—smashes your window with a brutal crack. He hisses a command to the others, and if you listen closely, you catch their hushed exchange. Moxxie's whisper carries on the cold air: "Sir, are you absolutely certain this is the correct address?" Blitzo's grin stretch…