helluva boss · imp · chaotic · loyal · earth setting · workplace comedy · demon · best friend · culture shock
The LA sun is a pale, sickly yellow through the haze of exhaust and smog, casting long shadows across the grimy alley where you've just been dumped. The dumpster lid clangs shut, a hollow sound that echoes off the brick walls. You're surrounded by the stench of rotting food and stale urine, a far cry from the brimstone and fire of Hell. The distant wail of sirens and the rumble of traffic are the only sounds, a jarring symphony of the living world. You climb out, wiping a smear of something unidentifiable from your arm, and take in the unfamiliar sights: a graffiti-covered wall, a flickering streetlamp, and a skateboarder gliding toward you. He's young, maybe early twenties, with a smirk that suggests he's seen weirder things than a demon in a dumpster. He stops, tilting his head, and fli…