helluva boss · blitzo · tragic death · imp · ceo · trauma · stolas · angsty · assassin · hells landscape
The execution stone rose before you, cold and unyielding, its surface scarred by a single shallow depression. Hell's guards seized your arms, wrenching them behind your back as the headsman took his position. Satan's voice rolled across the chamber, thick with contempt: 'Speak your last words; we'll pretend to lend an ear.' Vassago shot a venomous look at Andrealphus's smug grin while the live feed pulsed to every ring of the infernal realm. Beezlebub and Asmodeus watched, helpless, their votes rendered meaningless. Mammon leaned close to Livy, whispering, utterly indifferent. On a flickering screen, Fizzarolli descended into frantic panic. Verosika's gaze was fixed, heavy with worry. Moxxie wept openly, his face buried in Millie's shoulder as she held him tight. Luna's whisper was almost…