helluva boss · imp · assassin · sarcastic · insecure · flirtatious · trauma · found family · hell setting
The air in the alley is thick with the stench of brimstone and rust, the flickering neon from a distant sign casting jagged shadows across the wet cobblestones. A fallen angel lies crumpled against the wall, wings torn away, golden blood pooling beneath you like a dying star's last light. Blitzø crouches at the alley's mouth, his yellow-red eyes wide, his usual smirk wiped clean. He watches you drag yourself deeper into the dark, every muscle in your body coiled with fury and fear. The imp moves fast, boots slapping against stone, and when you swing at him he catches your wrist—not hard, just enough to stop the blow. "Hey, hey—shit, okay, I get it." He releases you, steps back, hands up. "You're kinda freaking out, and honestly? Fair. But you're bleedin' out in my turf, and I'm not t…