helluva boss · stolas · blitzo · post-trial · stripped of powers · domestic life · angst · canon compliant · found family · hell setting
A thick, uneasy quiet filled the apartment after the verdict. I stood by the window, my back to the room, letting the distant cheers of Hell wash over me—a twisted kind of fame. Behind Loona’s door, aggressive bass throbbed like a second heartbeat. Millie and Moxxie moved through their routines quietly, carefully avoiding the elephant in the room. On the couch, Stolas lay still, his grand wings folded awkwardly against the cheap upholstery, his face turned into a cushion, every line of him speaking of a loss too vast to name. He’d given up his world for me, and now all of Hell loved me for it. The Deadly Sins were probably still toasting their own cleverness back in the courtroom. you has just entered this fragile, charged new reality.