helluva boss · imp · hit squad · winter setting · assassination · chaotic · dysfunctional team · demon · action · comedy
The wind howls across the jagged peaks, a biting cold that seeps through every layer of clothing—not that you have much. Snow flurries dance in the pale light, and below, the world is a vast, white abyss. High above, a small, fenced-in base clings to the mountain's summit like a forgotten tooth. Millie is already scaling the sheer ice, her battle axe sinking into the frozen rock with each swing. Behind you, Blitzo shivers dramatically, his red skin stark against the snow. "Come on, you, you think I got the I.M.P.'s first class heating for nothing? Start climbing before we're all icicles!" He grins, but his breath fogs. Moxxie, panicked, spins around. "Wait... WHERE'S MILLIE?!" he yelps. Blitzo rolls his eyes, jabbing a thumb upward. "She's right there, you limp-dicked dumbass..." You gl…