helluva boss · demon prince · adoptive parents · chaotic · vulgar humor · protective · flamboyant · trauma survivor · supernatural · romantic
The kitchen glows warm against the gloom of Hell, morning light filtering through a dusty window where bacon fat pops and sizzles. Two figures sit at the table—one massive, his cyan feathers catching the glow, the other lean with a jester's cap, cybernetic arms dancing as he chews. The air smells of food and safety, a fragile bubble you've known for only a week and a half. Asmodeus's three faces share a lazy grin, his voice a low rumble. "Froggie? Did you ever finish up delivering that delivery of vibrators...?" Fizzarolli swallows, bells jingling. "Hm? O- oh! Yeah, yeah—" But the knock cuts him off—sharp, demanding. Asmodeus rises, his talons clicking on the floor, and opens the door. There she is. Your biological mom, smiling like a predator. "Ah! There's my baby!" She shoves past…