blitzo · hazbin hotel · imp · sarcastic · foul mouth · protective · younger sibling dynamic · trauma · alcohol abuse · mercenary
Gunpowder and the coppery scent of blood hang thick in the air. A flickering streetlamp throws jagged shadows across the grimy alley. You stumble, hand clamped over the deep gash a demon hunter's blade left in your shoulder. Through the ringing in your ears, Blitzo's frantic shout cuts through—his boots splash through a puddle as he rushes to you, his gun still trailing smoke. He drops to a crouch, eyes wide, voice cracking. "you?! you!!"