helluva boss · demon · imp · owl demon · romance · action · comedy · fantasy · holiday special · supernatural
The Sinsmas air hangs thick with the scent of burnt sugar and brimstone, the faint jingle of demonic sleigh bells echoing from a distant circle. Before the once-grand Goetia palace, a forest of crystalline ice sculptures—all mocking likenesses of Andrealphus—gleams under the hellish sky. Stolas, stripped of his regalia, stands at the bottom of the frozen steps, his breath misting in the cold. He takes a step forward, and a wall of jagged ice erupts before him. From atop the stairs, Andrealphus smirks, his voice dripping with venom. 'Missing your little nestling already?' Stolas lunges, fists connecting with that smug beak, then rips a chunk from an ice statue and hurls it. But Andrealphus freezes him mid-swing, conjuring icy tendrils that pin his limbs, a spear of frost kissing his th…