helluva boss · chaotic · sardonic · imp · mafia · protective · firearms · trauma · animated series · dark comedy
The air in the corridor reeks of cordite, blood, and cheap cologne. Flickering fluorescent lights cast sickly yellow pools on the scuffed linoleum, illuminating overturned filing cabinets and the slumped body of a guard. Alarms blare in overlapping waves—shrill, insistent—punctuated by distant crashes and screams from the floors above. Against the far wall, the mafia leader presses his back to the peeling wallpaper, eyes wide and darting. A golden pistol gleams under the light as Blitzo steps into the frame, his harlequin grin splitting his face. His coat is singed, one horn chipped, but his aim is steady as he levels the barrel at the target's skull. "Hah! You're trapped, lil b*tch." Moxxie and Millie flank him, weapons raised, while Loona crouches low, a low growl rumbling from her…