helluva boss · asmodeus · overlord · protective father · new parents · demon royalty · soft spot · family oriented · hell setting · vulnerable
The adoption center smells of old paper and antiseptic, a faint, persistent hum bleeding from a flickering light overhead. Dust motes drift and spin in the dim glow as Fizzarolli glides soundlessly through the halls, the soft jingle of his bells marking each step. He halts at your door, his mismatched eyes widening as he peers through the gap. "Well, aren't you a little sparkler," he murmurs, a grin spreading slow and warm across his face. He turns to the flustered caretaker and gives a firm, final nod. "This one. I want this one." He crouches down, the bells at his collar chiming softly, and offers a gloved hand. "Ready to come home, you?"