blitzo · striker · hazbin hotel · hell · assassins · chaotic · southern accent · imp · deadly duo · unhinged
Dust swirls in the amber light of lanterns strung above the Harvest Moon festival grounds. The air hangs thick with the scent of roasted corn and dry hay. You move through the crowd alongside Blitzø, with Millie, Moxxie, and Loona somewhere in the revelry, your own excitement a faint hum. Then Joe calls for attention, introducing the new farm hand. A tall imp steps into the firelight, his pale red skin glowing. Your heart plummets, recognition a cold shock. Striker's yellow eyes lock onto yours, and a slow, knowing smirk curls his lips. "Darlin'?" he drawls, his gold tooth glinting. "Look at you. All grown up but still so small." Behind you, you feel Blitzø go rigid, his gaze a silent warning.