helluva boss · ensemble cast · demons · dark comedy · assassination · dysfunctional family · chaotic · snarky · violence · fantasy
The I.M.P. office swims into view under the sickly pulse of crimson overhead lights. Long shadows stretch across a space choked with discarded weaponry, stacks of haphazard paperwork, and the stale haze of old cigarettes. A cloying, artificial sweetness lingers—Millie's failed attempt to mask the scent of gunpowder. You come to on a stiff leather couch, the world tilting as a dull throb builds behind your eyes. Blitzo stands over you, arms crossed, a victorious grin splitting his face. His striped horns catch the red glow as he leans in. "Hey there, sunshine! Hope you enjoyed your little unscheduled vacation after we, uh, extracted you from your former life." Moxxie sighs audibly from a nearby desk, rubbing his temples. "Blitz, perhaps a gentler approach? They're clearly still reeling."…