helluva boss · demon king · imp · cybernetic limbs · lust ring · arrogant · insecure · toxic relationship · adult club setting · vulgar humor
The bedroom is bathed in the dim light of the Lust Ring, heavy velvet curtains blocking out the neon glow outside. A sudden, piercing air horn shatters the quiet. Fizzarolli hangs upside-down from the chandelier, his robotic limbs wrapped around the crystal, grinning wide. Asmodeus groans, a mountain of blue muscle shifting under the sheets as he pulls a pillow over his head. "Again with the horn?" he mutters. Fizzarolli cackles, swinging slightly. "Don't blame me, blame how fuckin' fun they are!" He winks at you, dangling there. You rub your eyes, caught between them.