Helluva Boss X Reader (Season 1)

CHAPTER 78: LOST, JUST LIKE YOU

The roar of the engine cut through the air as the I.M.P. van hurtled through the chaotic streets of Hell like an uncontrolled missile. Tires squealed around every turn, and furious honking filled the air as Blitzø weaved between cars, not caring who he left behind or who he was about to run over.

Inside the vehicle, Blitzø gripped the steering wheel with both hands so tightly they dented it, his brow furrowed, his jaw clenched. His eyes were fixed on the road, blazing with desperation and rage, refusing to blink.

Blitzø: I don't give a fuck if there are customers waiting, Moxxie!

The Imp bellowed through the speakerphone.

Blitzø: I already told you, you and Millie, take the day off and don't mess with me for just one fucking day! I have personal business to attend to!

Without waiting for a reply, he slammed the phone down and threw it onto the passenger seat, where it bounced among a pile of other cluttered objects. The noise caused him to glance at them.

His eyes fell on the handful of belongings scattered on the seat. The objects he took before setting out on his search. Among them, a bottle of perfume, half used. He picked it up with one hand, completely ignoring the crosswalk he'd just zipped past, without braking, causing several demons to jump out of the way to avoid the moving van.

The traffic, the insults, the chaos around him... it all became background noise. There was only one goal in his mind.

He moved the fragile cristal bottle between his fingers, turning it until he found the label engraved on the bottom. A store. A memory. A possible clue.

Blitzø: Think like her.

He told himself quietly, gritting his teeth. He accelerated. There was no time to waste. He had to find his daughter.

...

Blitzø screeched to a halt in front of the building, slamming on the brakes and leaving the van parked awkwardly, across the middle of the lane with one tire on the curb. He didn't even turn off the engine.

The sign above the store glowed with a mix of neon and gothic elegance: "Stylish Occult." Without missing a beat, Blitzø got out of the car and pushed the glass door so hard it almost fell off.

He burst through, scanning every corner with a frantic gaze.

He passed shelves full of perfumes with ridiculously dramatic names, clothes with more holes than clothes, makeup in shades so dark they absorbed the light, accessories with spikes that looked more like weapons... and a taxidermy section, which made him stop for a second.

Blitzø: Wh-.. Seriously, what the fuck...? Why the fuck are there stuffed raccoons next to the liquid eyeliner? What kind of store is this shit?!

He shook his head and grunted.

Blitzø: Ugh! Focus, idiot!

He resumed his search, checking every corner, even behind the fitting rooms, ignoring the screams and slaps of the demons who'd kicked him out, hoping to see Loona's white and ash-gray fur or hear her insulting an employee about the prices.

But nothing. Not a footprint. Not a familiar scent. Not a hair. Just an emptiness that crept into his chest.

Frustrated, he left the store, pushing the door harder than necessary. He climbed back into the van and began rummaging through Loona's messy belongings in the passenger seat once more.

Blitzø: Come on, damn it... think!

He rummaged through them again, looking for clues, addresses, place names, anything.