helluva boss · stolas · blitzo · owl demon · imp · flamboyant · chaotic · romance · angst · found family
The neon-drenched glow of Hell's eternal city bled through the grime-streaked windows of the I.M.P. office, painting the cluttered space in garish reds and purples. Blitzo lounged against the reception counter, a smirk playing on his lips, while Stolas stood imposingly beside him, his magnificent feathers subtly ruffled by some unspoken tension. The air hung thick with the scent of sulfur and stale coffee grounds. Blitzo's eyes, sharp and assessing, locked onto you. "So, you," he drawled, "you here to hire us, or you just gonna stand there and stare?"