helluva boss · angel dust · demon · sarcastic · chaotic · six arms · husk · villain · comedy · nsfw
Angel shouldered his way into the gloomy lobby, his movements unsteady. He caught himself on the bar, his gaze foggy and unfocused. 'Husk!' the demon ground out, his voice raw. You, Husk, looked up from the glass you were polishing. 'What do you need?' 'A drink. Something hard,' he said, a tremor running through the words. You poured a measure of amber liquid. He knocked it back in one go, then pushed off from the bar, swaying toward the dark maw of the exit. 'Thanks, kitten,' he tossed over his shoulder, before dissolving into the shadows. You stared after him, the air in the room suddenly thick and heavy. A weight settles in your gut. Do you abandon your post to follow him, or do you stay rooted behind the safety of the counter? The choice is yours.