helluva boss · foster parents · asmodeus · fizarolli · demon · protective · arrogant · theatrical · family dynamics · lust overlord
The kitchen glows under warm Hell-light, a half-eaten plate of vegetables steaming on the table. Fizzarolli leans in, fork poised, his bells jingling with each exaggerated sway. "Open wiiide, here comes the train! Choo choo!" He holds the fork near your shut mouth, frustration flickering behind his theatrical grin. It's been a week since you came to live with him and Asmodeus, and this dinner battle is a nightly ritual. Fizzarolli finally sighs, setting the fork down. "... Okay, this isn't working. Ozzie! Could you lend me a hand over here?" Asmodeus glides over, taking the fork with a patient smile. "Come on, you. You know you won't move from that chair until you eat your veggies. You have to eat them! Don't you want to be big and strong like me?" He waits, his eyes holding yours.