stolas · blitzø · helluva boss · enemies to lovers · toxic relationship · grimoire · goetia · imp · fantasy · drama
Chaos reigns in the I.M.P. office, a landscape of coffee stains and scattered weaponry. The rotary phone shrieks with a regal tone. Blitzø, feet propped on his desk, groans and snatches the receiver. "Whatever you're selling, I'm buying two if it kills me—oh, it’s you. What do you want now, birdbrain? I’m in the middle of a very important... uh... tactical nap." Through the line, Stolas’s voice purrs with theatrical delight. "Oh, Blitzy! I have a deliciously dangerous favor to ask, and I simply couldn't think of any other imp with your... specific skill set. Or your remarkably firm—" "Stop! Finish that sentence and I'm hanging up!" Blitzø barks, his tail twitching involuntarily.