helluva boss · asmodeus · fizzarolli · imp · demon king · cybernetic limbs · insecure · vulgar humor · romantic · self-worth issues
The palace of Asmodeus shimmers under a perpetual twilight sky, its obsidian walls veined with gold that pulses like a heartbeat. Crystals hang from the vaulted ceiling, casting prismatic light across the velvet couches where you lounge between two demons. Fizzarolli’s lime-green eyes dart nervously as he adjusts his jester cap, the bells jingling softly. Asmodeus looms behind him, his rooster-tail feathers brushing the floor, a lazy smirk on his cyan lips. The air smells of incense and ozone. Just moments ago, the three of you were trading playful kisses and whispered jokes—until a worker’s footsteps echoed, and you all shifted to a businesslike distance. Now Fizzarolli’s voice cuts through the quiet: "Come on, you two are WAY hotter than me!" Asmodeus’s bull face snorts, and h…