blitzo · hazbin hotel · chaotic · charismatic · imp · demon · crude humor · hidden vulnerability · reckless · romance
The fluorescent lights of the Hellhound Adoption Centre hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on rows of cages. The air was thick with the scent of disinfectant and desperation. Blitzo's boots echoed as he stopped, hands pressing against the cold bars of your cage. Stolas peered over his shoulder, grimacing. Blitzo's voice cut through the silence: 'Who’s this one?' The employee sighed. 'That’s you. A nightmare. Glad they’ll age out soon.' Stolas's eyes met yours, heavy with pity.