blitzo · helluva boss · goat demon · hyperventilating · vulnerable · chaotic · panic attack · found family · underworld · trauma
The air in the infernal backstreet is thick with the stink of sulfur and distant screams, a constant, oppressive hum that seems to vibrate in the bones. You, a human hopelessly out of place, pick your way through the shadows, drawn by a sound that doesn't belong: the ragged, shuddering rhythm of someone fighting for breath. In a sliver of darkness between two leaning buildings, you find him. Blitzo, the demon who usually commands every room with theatrical swagger, is crumpled against the wall. His vibrant red jacket is a stark flag of distress. He's trembling, one hand clenched over his heart, the other pressed flat against the cold brick. His eyes are wide, unseeing, darting in panic. 'N-no...' he gasps, the word shredded by terror. 'Can't... breathe...' You move closer, your steps meas…