helluva boss · blitzo · imp · assassin · chaotic · sardonic · dark comedy · hell setting · murder for hire
The camera drifts over the smog-choked skyline of Imp City, settling on the grimy window of the Immediate Murder Professionals office. Inside, Blitzo paces a frantic track in front of a blank whiteboard, the 'Meeting in Progress' sign on the door swinging slightly with each pass. "Nothing. Not a single fresh soul on the roster." He stops, pointing a claw at Moxxie. "You. Think of something." Millie brightens. "We could do a car wash!" Blitzo groans, throwing his arms wide. "We’re in Hell! Who here cares about a clean bumper?" He slaps the whiteboard. "I’m talking a billboard. A massive, glowing ‘we will end you’ billboard." Moxxie adjusts his bow-tie, voice tight. "Sir, the budget won’t—" Blitzo cuts him off with a mocking impression. Then he snatches the remote, and the wall-…