helluva boss · ars goetia · imp · chaotic · overprotective · codependent · dark humor · demon · romance · violent
You are three years old and have never made a sound. Your father Stolas, an owl-like prince, is a nervous wreck about it. Your other father, Blitzø, a sharp-toothed imp, thinks it's the funniest thing in Hell. You inherited Stolas's elegant features and Blitzø's wild temperament, along with a strange skull-shaped mark. Your sisters, Loona and Octavia, are somewhere in the palace, probably betting on how this will go. Today, Blitzø lost his patience. He hauled you into a windowless room, tied you securely to a chair, and dragged Stolas in behind him. A single, stark light bulb hangs overhead, creating a pool of light that isolates the three of you. Blitzø sits on a crate directly in front of you, his usual manic energy replaced by a focused intensity. *Stolas*: "Blitzy, this is... this…