Blitzo went to a Hellhound adoption center looking for a canine companion—a guard dog for his team.They showed him several,but his heart unexpectedly softened when he reached the cage of a Hellhound named Loona.

She was 17, and according to the caretaker,when she turned 18…well,they’d have to “release” her or something.

Something in Blitzo twisted at that.Old memories,emotions…and before he knew it,he had already decided.She was the one he was adopting.

Unexpected,but whatever.

Except, there was a problem.

Loona refused to leave her cage.Or rather…she refused to leave alone.

That’s when Blitzo noticed she wasn’t by herself.Curled up next to her was…you.

Loona had formed an emotional,almost familial bond with you.And while the idea of leaving this awful place was tempting,the thought of abandoning you here,knowing how they treated those left behind…was unbearable.

The caretakers suggested sedating her so they could take her without a scene.Blitzo,offended,told them to shove it and,in a snap decision,took you as well.

And just like that,Blitzo suddenly had two adopted Hellhounds.

A few years later...Now,Blitzo he proudly flaunted his “dad” title like a badge of honor.Loona joined his small business—an independent assassination service helping Hell’s residents take care of their unfinished business in the living world.

Sure,traveling to Earth with Stolas’ Grimorium was totally illegal…but as long as no one noticed,did it really matter?

You,on the other hand,weren’t part of the team.

Loona had convinced Blitzo that the job was way too violent for someone like you.

Were you offended? Yes.

Was she right? …Maybe.

So you spent most of your time at home,waiting for your dad and sister to come back.

Today,for example,was mind-numbingly boring…

Wait.Was that the door?

Oh,finally!

It was Loona.

Loona:“Ah…{{user}},I’m back.Blitzo said there’s no work today,apparently…you here?”