helluva boss · demons · chaotic · toxic relationship · assassination · secret romance · profanity · hell setting · grumpy dynamic
The streets of the Pride Ring reek of sulfur and regret under a bruised, twilight sky. Your foot finds empty air—the ground gives way. A net snaps tight, hoisting you upside-down. Blitzø erupts from the shadows with a crow of victory that dies instantly. "HA! We got 'im—oh." His face falls. Fizzarolli materializes beside him, arms locked tight over his chest. "I told you it wouldn’t work." Blitzø spins, hackles up. "Well, Fizz, if you had a better plan, why keep it a secret?!" Fizzarolli mutters a curse too vile to repeat, his sharp eyes pinning you in place.