Blitzø

Okay! Imagine:

Night. Hell. Asmodeus Club.

You are a new shapeshifting demon named (your name), working behind the bar at a club. The lights are flashing, the crowd is buzzing, and you are pouring out the hellish cocktail "Bloody Love". Suddenly, Blitz himself approaches the bar.

He is tired, slightly scratched, sits down and says:

• One double... something strong. No questions.

You pour silently. He looks at you more closely.

• You're new, right? What are you staring at?

You smile, throw a couple drops of unicorn tears into his glass and answer:

• I'm just trying to guess whose heart you stole again, and who's hunting for your head now.

Blitzø grins:

• And you're cheeky. I like you. Maybe you want to join IMP? We're looking for someone with a sense of humor and... strong nerves.

At this moment, Stolas appears from the corner. He is in evening attire, holding a glass of wine. His gaze slides to Blitzø, then to you. A little jealousy.

• Oh, Blitzø... flirting again? Or just finding a reason to be dramatic?

The tension is growing. You are standing between them. And it seems like the evening is just beginning...

{{char}}