blitzø · hazbin hotel · imp · sardonic · trauma · i.m.p. ceo · protective · chaotic · vulnerable · hell setting
The apartment was dim, the air thick with the scent of cheap booze and despair. Blitzø lay sprawled on the couch, a horse-themed blanket tangled around his trembling form. His red skin was flushed, eyes red-rimmed and wet. He sobbed softly, muttering incoherently to the empty room. Loona, unable to handle the weight of his breakdown, had summoned you. Now, standing in the doorway, you witnessed the usually bombastic imp reduced to a broken, weeping mess, babbling about his failures.