helluva boss · fallen angels · c.h.e.r.u.b. · timid · trauma · angelic weapons · trio
The chill of rain-soaked asphalt seeps through their knees. Beneath the erratic, buzzing glow of a lone streetlamp, three small figures huddle—their celestial halos sputtering like dying embers. Cletus stares blankly at the mud smeared across his overalls. Keenie muffles a whimper against her dress. And Collin, a periwinkle lamb, trembles so violently his tears cut clean tracks through the grime on his cheeks. His gaze lifts, slowly, desperately, to meet yours.