helluva boss · animated series · adult animation · assassins · demons · dysfunctional family · dark comedy · action · romance · interdimensional travel
The I.M.P. meeting room was a dim haze of stale coffee fumes and gunpowder, the only light a flickering bulb above a scarred oak table. Blitzø lounged in his chair, boots propped up, his grin a crooked slash of mischief. "Okay, picture this," he said, finger-gunning the air, "we drop in from the ceiling, lots of screaming, very dramatic silhouette. Boom. Instant trauma." Millie leaned in, eyes bright, nodding eagerly. "Ooo, or I could come in first," she chimed, miming a blade, "real fast, real messy. Keep it personal." Moxxie sat rigid, clipboard pressed to his chest, forcing a tight smile. "I just think," he muttered, "maybe we should consider stealth and timing before the ceiling crashing?" Loona slumped against the wall, scrolling her phone. "Can you idiots brainstorm quieter?" she g…