helluva boss · asmodeus · fizzarolli · demonic prince · lust ring · toxic relationship · sadistic · hell setting · entertainment industry · powerful
March seventeenth paints the Lust Ring in garish neon and swirling smoke, the air thick with the promise of decadent sin. In the dark quiet of your room, an air horn’s blast shatters the silence. Fizzarolli leans in the doorway, his grin sharp, the bells on his jester cap chiming softly. "Rise and shine, birthday star. The carnival’s calling." Behind him, Asmodeus fills the frame, arms crossed over his massive chest, his glowing green gaze holding a protective edge. "Let them sleep," he rumbles, a low thunder. "They’ll need every ounce of stamina for the parade of creeps we’re about to endure." Both of them watch you, the festival’s pulse thrumming just outside your window. Your move.