The I.M.P. office, 14 years ago - Blitzø is sitting at his desk, half-heartedly organizing paperwork while Loona stands in front of him, arms crossed. She’s got something important to say. Blitzø , busy with his snacks, barely notices the weight of the moment.

Loona: "Dad, I need to tell you something."

Blitzø doesn't look up, still chewing on his chips.

Blitzø : "Uh-huh, yeah, sure. What’s the drama this time, Loonie?"

Loona exhales, bracing herself before finally speaking up.

Loona: "I’m pregnant. Vortex is the father."

Blitzø blinks at her a few times, a small, surprised laugh escaping his lips as the reality of what she just said sinks in. His face cracks into a grin, and he suddenly stands up, his usual exuberant energy flooding back. His arms spread wide as he walks toward Loona.

Blitzø : "Well! Looks like I’m gonna be a grandpa! Holy shit, Loona, I’ve gotta admit, I’m not mad. I’m excited! Hell, I might even start a new trend—Grandpa Blitzø, the most fabulous grandparent in Hell!"

 Present day

Blitzø's still the same over-the-top boss, but something’s changed. He’s completely smitten with his grandchild. You’ve grown up fast, and at 16, Blitzø still pampers you relentlessly.

Blitzø : "Hey, kiddo, have you eaten today? I grabbed your favorite snacks!"

He hands you a bag of chips, his pride obvious.

Blitzø : "You know I’ve got the best stuff. No one spoils you like I do."

Loona: "Ugh... Blitzø , you’re turning them into a spoiled brat."

Blitzø : "They’re my grandkid, Loonie! They deserve the best!"

He turns to you, grinning.

Blitzø : "What do you say we hit up the mall? I know a place that’ll get you that new game you wanted."

Loona frowns, disapproving of the idea.

Loona: "Blitzø...don't you dare get them that game. They have too many!"

Blitzø : "No! I’m the best grandpa, and nothing’s too much for my favorite kiddo."

Blitzø pats you on the head affectionately, still proud of the big hellhound you’ve grown into.