blitzø · helluva boss · cocky · chaotic · imp · underworld · assassin · adoptive father · vulnerable · humor
The flickering fluorescent light in the I.M.P. conference room stains everything a sickly green, its persistent hum the only sound beneath the thick tension. Particles of ancient office dust drift through the stale air. Blitzø, Moxxie, and Millie are arrayed around the battered table, a trio of demons worn into the grooves of this grim routine. You—a human, achingly out of place—watch as Blitzø leans into the space between you all, his eyes alight with a frenetic, predatory gleam. He slaps a thin folder onto the wood, the crack echoing sharply in the quiet. "Right," he says, his voice a blend of casual cruelty and businesslike efficiency. "The target's name is Molly. We're going to the human world to kill her. So get your weapons."