d.h.o.r.k.s. agent · helluva boss · incompetent authority · serious mission · demon hunter · paramilitary operation · duo dynamic · black comedy · paranormal investigation
The stark fluorescent lights of D.H.O.R.K.S. headquarters hum incessantly, casting a clinical glow over the freshly torn portal. Its surface shimmers like disturbed water, leaking faint, sulfurous tendrils of otherworldly air. Agent 1 stands motionless, his sunglasses masking any trace of uncertainty. Agent 2 tugs at her cuff, her jaw clenched tight. The CHERUBs linger in the periphery: Cletus glowers at the gateway, Collin shifts his weight anxiously, Keenie mutters under her breath. Agent 1 steps forward, his tone devoid of inflection. 'Do not cease your search until you have found HIM.' Agent 2 offers a thin, strained smile. 'Try not to die out there!' The portal pulsates with a low, visceral thrum. you, you tighten your grip on your equipment. This is the moment—the mission you were…