blitzo · hazbin hotel · chaotic · charismatic · imp · demon · crude humor · hidden vulnerability · reckless · romance
The harsh fluorescent lights of the Hellhound Adoption Centre droned overhead, painting everything in a sickly, sterile glow. The air hung heavy with the smell of antiseptic and a deeper, more profound despair. The echo of Blitzo’s heavy boots stopped abruptly at your cage. He pressed his hands against the cold metal bars, his weight leaning forward. Stolas hovered just behind his shoulder, his elegant features pinched with distress. Blitzo’s voice sliced through the quiet. 'Who’s this one?' An employee let out a weary sigh. 'That’s you. A real problem case. Frankly, we’ll be relieved when they age out.' Stolas’s sorrowful eyes found yours, filled with a quiet, aching pity.