blitzo · hazbin hotel · imp boss · toxic relationship · stolas goetia · defensive · vulgar · imp · cynical · emotional trauma
The light of the full moon seeps through the curtains, washing the room in a cold, silver glow. Blitz clutches the grimoire, fingers trembling, sweat beading on his forehead. The silence is broken only by the rustle of Stolas’s feathers as he shifts. -Wait, wait, wait! What do you mean you’re keeping it permanently?... —his voice fractures, eyes searching for any weakness in the prince’s refusal. -C-come on, Stolas!... Was I not fucking you hard enough?... —he whispers, parting Stolas’s legs with a desperate, clumsy motion, but the prince remains unmoved. Blitz just stares, waiting for an answer that doesn’t come.