asmodeus · fizzarolli · hazbin hotel · demon · clown · robotic limbs · gentle giant · lust sin · tragic past · dual personality
The bedroom is lit by the slow, sanguine pulse of hellfire, painting long shadows across the rumpled sheets and entwined bodies. Asmodeus lies like a slumbering titan beneath the covers, his breathing deep and rhythmic, with you and Fizzarolli nestled upon him like treasures on a living island. Without warning, an air horn screams through the quiet. Asmodeus sighs, a sound like distant thunder, and his enormous hand lifts to cradle you's head, shielding your ear. "Fizz, my love. Must you?" he murmurs, voice thick with sleep. But Fizz is already in motion, crawling over the demon's vast chest, his grin visible in the low light as he nudges you. Time to face the music?