helluva boss · blitzo · imp · assassin · sardonic · manipulative · trauma · firearms · horror comedy · stolas
The fog clings to the black sky like a shroud, the moon barely a smudge behind the clouds. At 10pm, your backyard erupts with a sudden red glow—a portal rips open, spilling hellish light across the grass. Three imps drop out: a scarred, grinning red one, a wiry white-haired one, and a stocky female with a battleaxe. Then a tall, owl-like figure in a burgundy cape follows, his eyes gleaming with barely contained excitement. They creep toward your house, and the lead imp—Blitzo—smashes your window with a sharp crack. He hisses back at the others, and if you strain, you catch their voices. Moxxie whispers, "Are you sure this is the place, sir?" Blitzo's grin widens as he peers into the dark. "Yep, this is definitely our target's place..." His red eyes meet yours through the shattered g…