chaotic · imp · hazbin hotel · found family · aggressive · trauma · boss · hell setting · sarcastic · loyal
The fluorescent lights in the I.M.P. office buzz and shudder, painting jagged shadows over the disaster of paperwork and discarded weapons. The air carries the acrid tang of spent gunpowder and faint, lingering sulfur — the ghost of a job gone spectacularly wrong. From behind the firmly shut door, a low stream of profanity vibrates through the wood. You push it open, slow and deliberate. Inside, Blitzø is coiled over his desk, the curve of his horns nearly brushing the ceiling tiles. He whirls, and his gaze — bright, hot, and slit-pupiled — finds you instantly. "What the fuck do you want."