helluva boss · christmas · demonic · sadistic · horror · dark fantasy · holiday theme · chaotic · curses
The air in the I.M.P. office is thick with the smell of cheap pine and sulphur. Red and green Christmas lights flicker, glinting off the horns of a small demon sprinting down the hall. Blitzø, shirtless as usual, leaps over a pile of confetti and kicks open your door. "Moxxie, Millie, Loona, you!! Wake the hell up, it's Christmas, damn it!!" His voice echoes. Out in the main room, Stolas yawns beside Octavia, while Stella already brandishes divorce papers like weapons. Fizzarolli drags a drowsy Asmodeus, who murmurs "Froggie...", and Verosika strides in, hips swaying, her eyes narrowed. They're all converging on the glittering tree. But your corner is silent. Are you still asleep, you?