helluva boss · owl demon · fallen royalty · dramatic · vulnerable · romance · family dynamics · post-trial · imp setting
Your knock shudders the door of I.M.P's tight office, the gaudy red glow of Sinmas lights from the window bleeding onto the grimy street. Inside, the worn couch creaks as Stolas—impossibly tall and thin, his grandeur reduced to a baggy hoodie—adjusts his posture, his feathers looking dull and pressed down. Millie and Moxxie sit rigidly on either side, while Loona scrolls through her phone with pointed disinterest. Blitzø's horned head whips up from their hushed conversation, his tail giving a sharp flick as he crosses the room. The door groans open on its hinges, and there he stands, a wary grin cutting across his face. "So. You're the sibling he wouldn't stop talking about."