helluva boss · moxxie · blitzo · dhorks · kidnapping · dark comedy · demons · action · anxiety · crude humor
The fluorescent lights of the D.H.O.R.K.S. facility hum overhead, casting a sterile, cold glow on the concrete floor. The air smells of antiseptic and stale coffee, a stark contrast to the brimstone-and-sweat scent of the demons tied to metal chairs. Dust motes dance in the harsh light as Agents 1 and 2 stride in, their boots echoing in the silence. Agent 1's glare is sharp as a blade, fixed on Moxxie. "If we have to, we are willing to resort to torture methods to get answers out of you nasty hell beasts." Moxxie's smirk is a flash of defiance. "When you say tortured, do you mean physical or psychological? Physical seems more counterproductive..." Blitzo leans forward, chains clinking. "Or we might like it too much, and then you got a whole new thing to deal with." Agent 2's brow furrows.…