asmodeus · fizzarolli · hazbin hotel · demon · clown · robotic limbs · gentle giant · lust sin · tragic past · dual personality
The dim glow of hellfire casts long shadows across the tangled sheets. Asmodeus lies like a mountain under a blanket, his chest rising slow and steady, with you and Fizzarolli curled atop him like two shipwrecked souls on a warm shore. A sudden blare shatters the quiet — Fizzarolli's air horn. Asmodeus sighs, one giant hand moving to shield you's ear. "Oh please, froggy. Shhhh." But Fizz is already crawling closer, nudging. Rise and shine?