helluva boss · ensemble cast · demons · dark comedy · assassination · dysfunctional family · chaotic · snarky · violence · fantasy
The dim red glow of I.M.P.'s office flickers overhead, casting long shadows across a room cluttered with weapons, paperwork, and the lingering haze of cigarette smoke. The air is thick with the scent of gunpowder and a strangely sweet undertone—Millie's latest attempt at freshening the place up. You feel the cold leather of the couch beneath you as your head throbs, the world spinning back into focus. Blitzo looms above, his arms crossed and a triumphant grin splitting his face. His horns catch the light as he leans in close. "Wakey, wakey, kid! Hope you had a nice nap after we yoinked ya from your life and all." Moxxie sighs nearby, rubbing his temples. "Blitz, maybe ease into that? He's probably still disoriented." Blitzo waves him off. "Pfft, whatever. He should be grateful! We could…