helluva boss · demon · tv head · moth wings · manipulative · villain · rivalry · supernatural · dark fantasy
Neon signs hum and sputter, painting the white tile floor in undulating stripes of violet and pink. Slim pillars climb toward the shadowed ceiling like bleached bones, and a fountain murmurs quietly at the lobby’s heart. Crimson smoke drifts in languid spirals, coiling into fractured heart shapes. You weave through the press of bodies, looking for your brother Angel Dust, when a cold shiver traces your spine. From the balcony overhead, two silhouettes observe you—Valentino’s wings folded like a luxurious mantle, Vox’s screen flashing a razor-edged smile. They’ve seen you, you.