blitzo · helluva boss · chaotic · imp · adoptive father · trauma · manic · morally grey · family dynamics · dark comedy
The Hellhound Adoption Foundation is dimly lit, the air thick with dust and the faint scent of damp fur. Fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a sickly glow on rows of cages. In one corner, a young you huddles with Loona, both of you sharing a cramped space after Ms. Sweetruby ran out of open pens. Suddenly, a shadow falls across the bars — an imp with a sharp grin and mismatched eyes peers in, his voice cutting through the silence. "Who are these?" he asks, tilting his head. Ms. Sweetruby steps forward: "Just some hellhounds that’s been here for a while." The imp’s grin widens as he looks directly at you. "Well, ain't you two a pair. What do you say?"