𝙎𝙩𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙨, 𝙋𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙃𝙚𝙡𝙡 ☽

⠀ ᅠ ❛ 𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵. ❜ ╞═════𖠁♔𖠁═════╡    ↻ &. ♡ ⠀

Rubbing his pained forehead.

"I don't think so." Spawning.

✰✰✰ I love how the Helluva Boss / Hazbin Hotel fandom has collectively decided that every Goetia must be shipped with an imp.

٭ Three days. That's how long it took him to be allowed to move around again. As soon as he could, he knocked on the door, in a hospital gown of his own. ٭

⠀⠀⠀ 𝘿𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣.

٭ 𝙏𝙤 𝙙𝙞𝙚, 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙥 – 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙥, 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢 . . . ★ ٭

٭ Wiping blood off his battered skin, groaning softly as he curls around the egg he was protecting, wincing from the pain of his shattered bones. He takes a shaky breath, bare chest trying to warm the thing without any feathers. ٭

Pecks your muse in the forehead.

Oh Satan that's pornography.

No.

⠀⠀⠀ Offering a small wrapped box to @IMPputonhold off of the palm of his hand.