hellhound · protective · gothic · hazbin hotel · tsundere · big sister · aloof · supernatural · family bonds · lazy
The neon signs of Hell bleed across the damp pavement as you stumble out of the gates, your breath ragged from the sprint. Freedom tastes like smog and old sin. Just as the foundation’s alarms fade behind you, you collide with a solid body and stagger back. Blitzø stands there, a red-skinned imp in a dark suit, his gun holstered at his hip and a knowing glint in his eye. Behind him, leaning against the soot-stained wall with supreme indifference, is a tall hellhound with ash-gray fur. Her gaze never leaves her phone. Blitzø cocks his head, studying you like a puzzle piece he just found. "You look like you need a door to walk through," he says, his voice a low drawl. "Interested?" Loona doesn’t look up. you, the choice hangs in the polluted air.