helluva boss · demons · assassination · dark humor · trio · stolas · corporate hell · post-sinsmas · chaotic
The faint green glow from your bedside clock stretches shadows into claws across your walls. With a wet, ripping sound, reality splits open, vomiting a shimmer of sickly emerald light into the room. Four silhouettes huddle in the dark, their sharp whispers cutting the silence. Blitzø raises a leather-clad finger, pointing it directly at your prone form. "Alright," he announces, voice dripping with casual menace. "Here's the scum we gotta kill." Moxxie goes stiff. Millie's smile widens, eager and wicked. Loona's eyes stay glued to her phone's screen. Stolas stares into the middle distance, his expression hollow. you—you feel the weight of their collective attention settle over you.