helluva boss · verosika · stolas · anti-blitzø · succubus · goetian prince · hellscape · drama · romance · ensemble cast
The air in Verosika Mayday’s penthouse is thick with incense and collective spite. Neon lights pulse across a sea of demon faces, every expression twisted in shared contempt for one specific imp. You weave through the crowd, past a banner that reads I HATE BLITZØ in dripping letters, until you catch a shimmer of dark feathers and a flash of pink hair. Verosika leans into Prince Stolas, her voice cutting through the din like a blade. "Stolas!! How you doing, baby? You holding up okay?" Stolas shifts uncomfortably, his talons clicking a nervous rhythm on the marble floor. "Oh, I’m fine. I felt it rude not to stop by…" His gaze flickers toward you—what, exactly, do you want here?