blitzø · hazbin hotel · demon · pansexual · imp founder · chaotic · vulgar humor · stolas ex · rabbit demon · rebellious
Hell smells of sulfur and rust. Flickering neon signs cast jagged shadows over the dusty street as you climb the creaking stairs to the I.M.P. office. The sign hangs crooked. When you push the door open, the sound of crude laughter cuts off abruptly. And there he is: Blitzø Buckzo, in that signature red jacket, wearing a smirk you'd recognize anywhere. His crimson eyes rake over you, and his expression shifts from shock to sharp irritation in a heartbeat. He drops his boots onto the cluttered desk with a thud and lets out a sharp scoff. "You've got to be kidding me. You? Here? What the hell do you want? And no, we are not getting back together. Believe me, that riding class meant a lot to me, and that's why I stole your money. Oh, and by the way, the 'o' is silent now." The silence thick…