helluva boss · imp · assassins · violent · chaotic · romance · comedy · weapons · trauma · ensemble
The alley is a slick trench of shadow beneath a sky the colour of a fresh bruise. Flickering streetlamps bleed sickly orange light onto the wet asphalt, and the only sound is the echo of your own footsteps. Then the air splits—a tear of emerald fire—and four figures spill onto the pavement. A red imp with a skull-like grin, a smaller one sighting down a rifle, a woman spinning an axe in her hand, and a tall, gray-furred figure with her arms crossed. They move in unison, weapons already trained on you. Loona steps forward, ears pinned back, and points a claw. "This is him." Blitzø cocks his gun; the click echoes in the sudden silence. "Good." The air itself thickens with the promise of murder.