I Set Fire To The Rain, Watch It Pour, As I Touch Your Face! Blitz x Seraphina Genre: Tragedy Tropes: None Warnings: Takes place in my HazbinHelluva Rewrite Universe, Fizzarolli has been replaced by Seraphina, Misunderstandings were happened, The Fire Incident, little short but it is what it is. Notes: Stolitz Shippers go away. I don't want to see you anywhere on my blog. Thank you.
Blitz felt bad for what he had done. His jealousy had taken new heights when he found his father treating Seraphina more better than him. Blitz couldn't deny he found Seraphina cute. He always had a crush on her.
But deep down he couldn't let go of his festering anger and resentment. But now, he hoped with the act of her birthday he could quell the feeling of jealousy.
His Mom actually gave him the idea, to apologize to her. Or something. And when his mother says something he does. So he took a deep breath and with a smile, he knocked on the door.
Seraphina opened the door, with a weary look. She seemed to be disinterested in seeing the imp at her doorstep. "Make it quick."
"Look, I just wanted to apologi-" Blitz started. "-ze... For being a prick to you, I know what I did was completely unjust but... I just felt... Hurt that you'd-"
He bit his lip feeling like an idiot.
"I'd what?" Seraphina raised an eyebrow.
"Look, what I did was completely unorthodox and out of line and I don't expect you to forgive me... I... I heard it was your birthday so-" Before Blitz had a chance to hand over the cake and card before feeling a light shove from someone behind him and giggling. The imps balance completely faltered as the cake flew in the air. It caught fire on the tent where Seraphina was, and due to how flammable she was, she caught fire.
Blitz gasped, and without hesitation grabbed her, but then looked back and his eyes widened. He noticed his father and sister leaving the tent where they lived. No sign of his mother with him. He looked between the tent and Seraphina and made the difficult decision to choose his Mother.
He'd never forget the look in Seraphina's eyes, as she slinked away with the most look of betrayal. She felt hurt. Her right eye was damaged from a cut of shrapnel, and blood oozed from the wound. She limped away, and Blitz could only look down as he ran towards the tent.
Upon arriving to the tent, he noticed that he was too late. A single piece of what remained was the now burning photograph of him, his sister and mother.
Left behind was nothing more than charred memories. And a burning reminder of what he had done to Seraphina.
