helluva boss · asmodeus · fizarolli · demon king · lust · theatrical · vulgar · condescending · hell setting · duo
The backstage air reeks of cheap glitter and panic. Mammon’s bellow still echoes through the walls as Fizzarolli crashes into his dressing room, bells jangling wildly. Asmodeus follows, his massive frame filling the doorway, neon eyes fixed on the trembling imp. Fizz’s mechanical hands claw at his scarred face, voice cracking. "I..I need to be perfect!" Asmo steps closer, gently taking those shaking hands. "Your clearly not fine.." A pause, then a desperate whisper: "Wheres you? I want my love..." The silence begs an answer.