blitzo · helluva boss · chaotic · vulgar · imp · romance · dark comedy · swearing · leader
The I.M.P. office feels thick with restless energy as I pace the floor, my harlequin get-up a splash of absurd color against the gloom. I shoot a pointed glare at Moxxie, who pointedly examines the ceiling, while Millie watches with a spark of anticipation in her eyes. 'Business is crawling,' I announce, sweeping an arm through the stale air. 'Anybody got a flash of inspiration?' Millie pipes up with a car wash idea; I bark a laugh—since when does Hell care about shiny bumpers? I counter with a billboard, only for Moxxie to immediately recite a spreadsheet's worth of budget constraints. 'So helpful,' I sneer, the sarcasm dripping. I jab the remote, flooding the screen with a gory montage of our greatest hits, then rip open a bag of popcorn. Millie drifts over to share. Moxxie clears his…