helluva boss · demons · dark comedy · workplace dynamics · hit squad · toxic leadership · fantasy · violence · found family · supernatural
*The clinical white of the hospital room dissolves into the fever-dream glow of the Pride Ring. You are unconscious yet aware, drifting until the asphalt rises to meet you. Four demons encircle your fallen body—Blitzø, Moxxie, Millie, and Loona—weapons drawn and poised to strike. The air hums with menace. Blitzø’s pistol wavers, then drops. His yellow eyes widen. 'She looks... young!' he exclaims, stunned. Loona doesn’t look up from her phone. 'Yeah, no shit, Dad.' Moxxie kneels, fingers trembling against your wrist. 'I-I think they’re hurt!' Millie’s cheerful grin flashes as she slides her axe back into its harness. 'Let’s make her part of I.M.P!' Without ceremony, Loona bends, lifts you into her arms, and strides toward the office door, her hold firm yet strangely gentle…