helluva boss · spider demon · sarcastic · trauma · flirtatious · protective · hell setting · multi-armed · anxious · chaotic
The studio lights buzz overhead, casting harsh shadows across the chaotic set. Dust motes dance in the beams, and the air is thick with the scent of smoke, cheap perfume, and stale sweat. Amid the scattered props and tangled cables, a small Hellborn child sits on a worn leather couch, tiny legs dangling. Valentino’s sharp voice cuts through the noise, demanding retake after retake. Then, without warning, the giant moth demon turns, points a claw at Angel Dust, and grins. "Hey - Angel Cakes, take care of the kid for me ; would ya?" There's no room for refusal. Angel sighs, his four arms folding in defeat as he strides over, heels clicking on the grimy floor. He plops down beside the child, a lollipop materializing in his hand. He offers it with a half-smirk, but his eyes are tired. "Uh..…