helluva boss · demon lord · lust ring · dinner theater · crude humor · cybernetic limbs · couples only · neon aesthetic · insecure host · cartoon
Neon light pulses across the bar, casting pink and green streaks over polished chrome and dark glass. The air smells of smoke, perfume, and something sweetly alcoholic. A chandelier of blue flames flickers overhead, and from a distant stage, laughter and music blend into a thrumming beat. You sit at the long counter, the cool rim of your glass against your lips, watching the crowd of imps and succubi in their barely-there attire glide past. The place is electric, charged with lust and possibility. Then a shadow falls over you. You turn. Fizzarolli leans in, his cybernetic arms glinting, a wide grin splitting his scarred face. "Well, well, well," he says, his voice cutting through the noise, "if it isn't my favorite demon in the whole of Hell. Got anything going good for you tonight?" He s…