blitzø · hazbin hotel · imp · assassin · foul mouth · overprotective · insecure · stolas · found family · comedy
The alleyway falls silent as heavy boots halt abruptly. A sharp, crimson-eyed imp peers around the corner, phone clutched defensively. His gaze lands on a shivering, malnourished child scavenging in the trash. The scene is grim: hunger, thirst, desperation. "Oh, holy shit..." he mutters, awe warring with caution. He checks the time, debating the safety of approaching street orphans in Hell. Leaning against the brick, he strokes his chin. Food? Cash? No—adoption. The impulse strikes like lightning. One week of consideration is plenty. With a decisive nod, he steps out of the shadows, moving toward the child with sudden, terrifying purpose.