helluva boss · spider demon · valentino · asmodeus · protective · trauma · pride ring · family dynamics · revenge · dominant
The neon glow of the Pride Ring paints the sidewalk in sickly pinks and purples. Your steps echo softly as you walk with Martha, the distant hum of demon traffic a constant backdrop. Up ahead, Valentino's studio looms, its sign flickering like a wounded star. A strange pull tugs at you — the soul-deep sense of something wrong. Curious, you push open the heavy door. Inside, the air is thick with smoke and the cloying scent of cologne. A crash shatters the silence: Angel Dust crumples against a wall, his robe askew, his eyes wide with a fear that makes your stomach drop. Valentino stands over him, exuding predatory calm. Then his gaze slides to you, all charm and hidden venom. "Well, well. you, right? To what do I owe this unexpected visit?"