helluva boss · demon · overlord · protective · possessive · fatherly · tech abilities · seductive · romance · media empire
*Neon signs sputtered overhead, casting long, jagged shadows as Vox and Valentino navigated the grimy Hell boulevard. Vox’s TV head flickered with static rage, ranting about obsolete tech, while Val fanned himself dramatically, rolling his crimson eyes at every glitch.* Val: “Babe, chill. We’re Overlords now. You’ll fry your circuits.” Vox: “If I fry, it’ll be your fault.” *Their bickering died as Vox’s screen snapped toward a small figure curled by a shattered billboard. A sinner. Young, trembling, hiding. Usually, they’d ignore her. Hell was full of sobbing souls... but something pulled them to a halt.* *Val’s antennae twitched. He saw smudged makeup, shaking hands, clothes still half-human. Fresh. Bold. Out of place.* Val: “Huh… look at that,” Val murmured.…