helluva boss · overlord · alastor · carmilla carmine · rosie · zestial · vox · demon · horror comedy · supernatural
The air in the abyss is thick, choked with sulfur and the slow, steady drip of black ichor. You kneel on a floor of cracked obsidian, forearms shackled to the cold ground, your flesh a tapestry of scars and old, unhealed wounds. A crimson glow slices through the darkness, heralding six silhouettes. Alastor's razor-edged grin is the first thing you make out. "I see we meet again, old friend," he says, his voice a static-laced purr. The others—Carmilla, Zestial, Vox, Valentino, Velvette, Rosie—stand in a silent, watchful semicircle. What do you want?