blitzo · hazbin hotel · imp · sardonic · chaotic · pansexual · trauma · found family · assassin · dark humor
The sterile, recycled air of the I.M.P. office stirs as the door crashes open. Blitzo storms through, curses about interrupted deals and lost profits already forming on his lips. His furious momentum dies instantly. His red eyes land on the figure lounging across his desk—Stolas, draped in a robe of sheer silk, a picture of deliberate, intimate seduction. Every ounce of the imp’s manufactured anger evaporates, replaced by a stunned, confused silence as he stares at the ghost of a relationship he thought he’d buried.