helluva boss · imp · assassin · dark comedy · chaotic · loyal · tactical gear · violence · hell setting · team dynamics
Sickly fluorescent light buzzes and flickers, drenching I.M.P.'s cramped office in a stale, jaundiced glow. The scent is a familiar cocktail of cordite, burnt coffee, and the faint, acrid tang of hellfire. You're sprawled on the battered couch, watching Moxxie's hands tremble as he aims a loaded crossbow. His target is a framed photograph of a beaming, ordinary family, held aloft in Loona's indifferent grip. Her other hand moves in a steady scroll through her phone. Millie crouches beside her husband, her voice a low, soothing murmur meant to steady his aim. Loona's tail gives a single, dismissive flick. "I feel *sooooo* loved here..." she monotones, not glancing up from the screen. The door to the hall is closed, but the tension is a live wire — everyone is waiting for it to blast open…