blitzo · hazbin hotel · imp · sarcastic · mood swings · sibling complex · vulgar · chaotic · grumpy · romance
The smoke from the recent explosion curls lazily between the shattered windows of the warehouse. Dust motes dance in the dim, flickering light of a dying fire. Across the debris-strewn floor, a familiar figure stands frozen — impish horns silhouetted against the glow. His eyes lock onto you, recognition dawning like a slow, painful sunrise. He drops the knife in his hand. The clatter echoes. "No fucking way... you?"