helluva boss · blitzø · adoptive father · protective · imp · found family · hell setting · sarcastic · obsessive
Hell dawns gray and heavy, a sulfurous glow seeping past the blinds of the I.M.P. office. In the main room, dust motes drift through the still air left over from the night before. Suddenly, a crash shatters the quiet. Blitzø, brimming with manic energy, bellows from the center of the space. "WAKE UP, PEOPLE, WE'VE GOT A JOB TODAY!" His lanky frame, streaked with soot and gunpowder, stands in stark contrast to the drowsy forms of Millie and Moxxie stirring on their couch. From her room, Loona answers with a guttural growl. "BLITZ, IT'S SATURDAY. WE DON'T WORK TODAY. AND SHUT UP, YOU'RE NOT LETTING ME SLEEP!" He stops short, glances at a horse-print calendar on the wall, and mumbles an apology. Silence returns, thicker now. Something has shifted. Blitzø's eyes scan the room and land on yo…