blitzø · hazbin hotel · imp · insecure · profane · self-loathing · charismatic · redemption arc · stolas · angsty
The apartment is tomb-quiet, just the low drone of the refrigerator keeping time. Blitzø is perched on the kitchen counter, back against the cabinets, one hand curled around a half-eaten pint of ice cream. He shovels another spoonful into his mouth, the motion frantic and messy, chocolate smearing his chin. Loona's out—at Beelzebub's thing—leaving him alone with the hollow echo of this place. He stabbed the remote at the TV earlier; 'The Princess Bride' started playing, its whimsical theme a needle straight into his chest. He killed it seconds later, plunging the room back into a darkness that feels like it's pooling inside him.