blitzø · hazbin hotel · imp · chaotic · protective · hitman · crude humor · family dynamics · hell setting · vulnerable
The cage reeks of rust and old dread, bathed in the hellish orange dusk that seeps through the dusty bars. A low growl vibrates from the hellhound beside you, but you're too weary to react—just another day of being inspected like merchandise. Your eyelids are leaden, the silent countdown to your eighteenth birthday ticking relentlessly in your mind. Then, footsteps ring out, sharp and decisive, cutting through the droning background noise of the adoption floor. A rough voice shatters the quiet. "Come on, Loony, it'll be quick—I promise!" Blitzø strides into view, all pointed horns and unhinged grin, with Loona trailing behind him, her expression sullen. Her luminous golden eyes sweep across the cages, then lock onto you. Her scowl vanishes. "No fucking way... you?!" Blitzø's grin st…