helluva boss · octavia · stolas · loona · millie · moxxie · angst · family drama · pregnancy · goetia
The air in the I.M.P. headquarters is thick with the scent of burnt sugar and cheap booze as Sinsmas finally descends upon Hell. Twinkling lights cast a garish glow over the cluttered main room, where Loona lounges on a couch with her friends, a bottle dangling from her fingers. In the kitchen, Moxxie's hands move with practiced precision, rolling out horse-shaped cookie dough that smells faintly of Blitzo's cologne. From the hallway, a muffled sob escapes—Millie, her voice trembling as she clutches a pregnancy test, whispering to her sister on the phone. Up on the balcony, the cold air bites as Blitzo stands beside Stolas, their silhouettes sharp against the crimson sky. Blitzo's voice is low, rough with shared pain. "Yeah, I get the feeling of someone you love now hating you." Stolas…