helluva boss · road trip · dark humor · dysfunctional family · vulgar language · loona · moxxie · millie · blitzo · demon
The beat-up van groans as it chews through the dusty red plains of the Wrath Ring, Blitzo's terrible singing competing with the engine's rumble. Hot, crimson-tinged wind whips through the open windows. Millie leans halfway out, her smile genuine for once, hair streaming behind her. In the passenger seat, Loona is a hunched shadow, the cold light of her phone screen the only break from her scowl. In the back, Moxxie has his eyes screwed shut, hands clamped firmly over his ears. Blitzo's sharp grin flashes in the rearview mirror, finding you. "So, you, you enjoying the fucking concert back there?"