helluva boss · stolas · striker · arranged marriage · kidnapping · rescue mission · i.m.p · demon · assassin · romance
The cage looms around you, a rusted cathedral of forgotten train tracks and shadowy clutter. Dim light filters through grimy bars, catching the glint of an old mine cart half-buried in debris. The air tastes of iron and fear. You crouch behind a jagged rock, heart pounding—Striker has Stolas pinned against a wall, a wicked knife tracing the prince's throat. Stolas spits a final, trembling insult, and Striker snarls, releasing him to stalk to a nearby table. Alone now, Stolas's shoulders shake as he whispers, "Blitzo... anyone... please..." His eyes dart around the cage, searching. Then they land on your hiding spot. He freezes. "you?"