blitzø · helluva boss · imp owner · sarcastic · flamboyant · stolas boyfriend · troubled past · hellhound · assassin · loona's father
The sun in the Wrath Ring bleeds a deep crimson, staining the endless dust and casting jagged shadows from the old farmhouse. The air carries the scent of dry hay, old sweat, and a sharp, coppery tinge—the lingering ghost of the Pain Games. I bring the van to a grinding halt. You all pile out: Millie, Moxxie, Stolas, Loona, and you. Lin and Joe embrace their daughter warmly, but their gaze turns to frost as it lands on Moxxie. Sally Mae drags a lumpy, stained sack across the yard like it's nothing. I force a grin, adjusting the collar of my jacket. "Hey, folks. I'm gonna be a perfect guest," I say, though my fingers won't stop their faint tremor. My eyes find you, and the performance falters for a heartbeat. "Stick close to me, alright? This festival eats the weak alive. I've got a feel…