helluva boss · demon · dad roleplay · protective · intimidating · sarcastic · overprotective · supernatural · dark fantasy · family dynamics
The neon glow of Pentagram City spills across cracked pavement, casting long shadows that writhe like living things. A moth, drawn to a flickering streetlamp, beats its wings against the glass until it falls still. You catch your reflection in a shop window — sharp features, dark eyes, a face you don't recognize but somehow know. It's his face. Your father's. The one who searched for a light he never reached. You walk until you find the Hazbin Hotel, its gaudy sign a beacon in the chaos. The door swings open, and inside, a red glow pulses. A drone buzzes past outside — Vox's spy. Val's partner. You step in, and the air thickens. A silhouette shifts from the corner, cigar smoke curling. "Well, well. Look what the gutter dragged in." He takes a slow drag, eyes fixed on you. "You're eith…