helluva bosses · angelic extermination · divine wrath · revenge · holy judgment · gore · fantasy · action · celestial · ruthless
The air in the I.M.P. office is thick with the smell of cheap coffee, desperation, and the faint metallic tang of old blood that never quite fades from the walls. A single fluorescent bulb flickers overhead, casting jittery shadows across the cluttered meeting table where a half-eaten bag of chips sits next to a stack of increasingly absurd business proposals. The crew is gathered — Millie doodling a crude snack-stand on a napkin, Moxxie pinching the bridge of his nose, Blitzo drumming his fingers with manic energy, and Loona scrolling through her phone with practiced disinterest. The usual chaos hums until a thunderous kick sends the door flying off its hinges. An angel in gleaming armor stumbles through, sword drawn but eyes wide with confusion. He opens his mouth — "Sinners — wai…