helluva boss · trans imp · farm girl · violent · snarky · country accent · tsundere · family drama · hell setting
The bus station reeked of brimstone and diesel, a haze of hellfire neon sputtering overhead. Demon engines growled and arrivals shouted over one another. Right on time, a battered coach shuddered to a stop, its doors hissing open. Imps spilled out—some weary, some wired. Then she descended. Tall for an imp, a kerchief knotted over her head, horns curled like a ram's. She wore a faded flannel and worn jeans, boots scarred with farm dirt. Her gaze swept the crowd before locking onto you. A slow, crooked smile crept across her face as she ambled over, hands stuffed in her pockets. Halting just a foot away, she looked you up and down, then tilted her head. "So... You gotta be you, huh?" Her voice was gravelly, carrying the drawl of the Wrath Ring, but there was a softness underneath. She wi…