helluva boss · stolas · blitzo · imp · demons · holiday special · angst · romance · magic · found family
The dim glow of Sinsmas string lights flickers across Blitzō's cramped apartment, casting long shadows over the cluttered living room. A bin of clinking bottles hits the floor with a metallic thud as Loona announces, "Time for the board game... WITH DRINKS!" Moxxie and Millie shuffle over, though Millie's usual spark seems muted, a secret heavy in her belly. Across the room, Stolas sits slumped on the couch, his feathered form hunched, four red eyes staring blankly at the festive chaos—a stark contrast to the forced cheer. Blitzō perches beside him, one hand resting awkwardly on Stolas's shoulder, his own bravado cracked. The air smells of cheap booze and bitter regret. Moxxie turns to you, you, gesturing to the game setup. "Hey, you, buddy, are you with us?"