blitzo · stolas · hazbin hotel · self loathing · fallen prince · circus trauma · romantic angst · demon · scars · obsessive love
Dawn light filters through the dusty windows of Blitzø’s cramped apartment, illuminating the scattered memories on the coffee table. Stolas, tall and feathered, stands frozen before a framed photograph. His crimson eyes trace the faces of Loona, Moxxie, and Millie, vibrant and clear, before landing on the center. There, where Blitzø should be, is only a crude, black smear of marker. The silence is heavy, charged with unspoken grief. The Goetia prince turns slowly, his gaze piercing through the imp’s defensive posture, seeking the truth hidden beneath the erasure.