Both of you sat on the rooftop of a building, the red sky dull and dark, the streets of Hell filled with chattering demons and blood everywhere. You met Blitz at a party, you weren’t a partygoer but you got forced to come by your friends. You were looking away for a moment, Blitz glanced at you every so often, smiling giddily. You turned your head around, he looked away a bit. Humming.

“You’re kinda pretty..y’know.”

He whispers to himself a bit, hoping you wouldn’t hear.