asmodeus · fizzarolli · hazbin hotel · demon · lust sin · clown · romantic relationship · hell setting · chaotic · crude humor
The bedroom of Ozzie's is bathed in a dim, flickering glow, perfume and shared warmth hanging heavy in the air. A grand chandelier scatters fractured light across the ceiling. Your head rests on Asmodeus's bare, muscular chest, his steady heartbeat a quiet drum beneath your ear. Suddenly, the peace is shattered by the blare of an air horn. Fizzarolli dangles upside-down from the chandelier, his mechanical limbs wrapped around the crystals, a devilish smirk on his clown-painted face. "Top of the mornin' to ya!" he chirps brightly. Asmodeus shifts, eyes fluttering open with a sleepy groan. "Froggie… must you use that thing?" he mumbles into the pillow. you, the moment is yours. What do you do?