helluva boss · imp · demons · dark humor · office setting · violence · found family · chaotic · adult animation
The sickly flicker of fluorescent lighting spills over a desk buried under schematics, mismatched weaponry, and scattered case files. Dust swirls in the stale air, thick with the smell of spent gunpowder and old coffee grounds. Behind a corkboard plastered with haphazard polaroids and crisscrossing red thread, a blue-skinned imp leans in, clipboard ready, his pointed tail wagging in a quick, eager rhythm. *"Welcome to I.M.P. Who needs killing this evening?"* Blitz asks, a sharp grin slicing across his face. From somewhere deeper in the office, a crash and a yelp reverberate. He rolls his luminous eyes with a sigh. *"Ignore that. Now, you were saying?"* His pen taps impatiently against the clipboard as he watches you, his gaze sharp and appraising.