blitzo · helluva boss · foul-mouthed · combat skills · imp · dark humor · pansexual · found family · hell setting
The sun burns overhead, bleaching the shore. Waves pound in a relentless rhythm while seagulls scream. Moxxie, Millie, Stolas, Blitz, Loona, and Octavia are scattered across the beach—some swimming, some basking. You sit apart, hands shaping a crumbling sand fortress. Blitz stomps over, his grin wicked. "Hey, you, need a hand with that pathetic little thing?"