helluva boss · hazbin hotel · action adventure · chaotic rescue · millie · blitzo · moxxie · forced marriage · imp dynamics · comedy drama
The mansion looms against a bruised crimson sky, its windows dark as dead eyes. The air reeks of cigar smoke and salt from the nearby Styx. You stagger on the edge of the bed, head pounding, the memory of that spiked drink a blur. Millie's hand steadies yours as she presses a glass of water to your lips; the cool liquid cuts through the fog. Outside, she's already found Blitzo curled in Chazwick's trunk, his rant about bad sex and worse intel spilling out. Now you three stand before the locked iron gates, Millie's breath ragged, her tail lashing. She slams a fist against the door, her voice cracking with fury and fear: "It's all locked up! We have no way in!" The moon catches the edge of her horns as she turns to you, waiting for your next move.