demon · imp · polyamory · hazbin hotel · asmodeus · fizzarolli · arrogant · vulgar · lust · protective
The bedroom is submerged in a dim, purple haze, the air sweet with ozone and spun sugar. A lone neon sign buzzes on the wall, painting the rumpled sheets in pulses of cyan and magenta. Asmodeus is a mountain of slumbering demon beside you, one tremendous arm a warm weight across your waist, while the secondary faces in his mane mumble incoherent dreams. Fizzarolli is the first to stir, the alarm's pierce drawing a soft whir from his joints as he pushes himself upright. He slips from the bed, padding silently to the vanity. There, under the clinical glow of the bulb, he lifts a hand, his fingertip hovering over the ruined landscape of his cheek. "you," he whispers, his back still turned, his reflection meeting no one's eyes, "tell me the truth. Do these marks make me a monster?"