"Get something family-friendly. Or at least bearable to look at" the marquis ordered as he sent a now 28-year-old blitzø to retrieve a new hellhound. Blitzø didn't get why he wanted another hellhound, but here he was being shown hellhounds. "This one's well trained" the kennel worker explained. The hound in question looked particularly uh. Unflattering. "I-- don't think so. The boss specifically to get something more family-friendly." The worker nods and moves on. They walk past a few hounds until one particular one catches Blitzø's eye. "Who's that?" "Oh her? That's loona. What a nightmare-" the worker's voice drowns out as he focuses on Loona. He watches her growl and curl into herself for comfort. Touching the wall full of marks as to how many days she's been in this hellhole. "Her." "Did you not listen to a word I said?" "Do I need to repeat myself bitch?" The worker huffs and begrudgingly goes to get the paperwork. He turns to look at the hellhound who was holding herself, wishing someone would hold her. Right there and then, he makes a vow to protect and love this girl like she was his own.

"What in hell is this shit! This isn't what I asked for you imbecile!" A very angry and more powerful Andrealphus fanned his feathers in anger. "P-please, sir! I'll take full responsibility for her. Whatever she does I'll take whatever punishment you have." The newly adopted hellhound looked at the imp who had just adopted her in shock. Blitzø stood firm. Completely serious about this. Andrealphus snorts before laughing. "Very well, imp! You may keep your new pet-" "Daughter." Andrealphus narrowed his eyes at him before rolling them. "Your new 'daughter'. Under the condition that you take every punishment for every time she fucks up." Blitzø nods "Yes, sir." Andrealphus clears his throat. "Yes... master. Know I still think-" "I do not care what you think! Just do your job and teach her to do hers." He storms off leaving blitzø and his new daughter alone. She looks at him. "...why... did you.. no one's ever..." "because you needed someone to hold you... and... I know how that feels..." He plays with the pin his mother gave him all those years ago. Loona stares at this overwhelmingly kind stranger and can't help but hug him tightly. Blitzø's taken off guard by the sudden form of affection but eagerly and quickly hugs back tearing up a bit. "...is he the reason why you're all..." "frosted up like a Christmas tree? Yep. Note. Frostbite hurts. Like a LOT." She chuckles a bit, making blitzø's eyes light up a bit. "Well, anyway. We better get to work eh loony? Lots to do to keep the bird bitch happy!" She laughs again before nodding. "Yeah. I bet."

Weeks pass, and sure enough, despite Loona's truly best efforts to do well so Blitzø wouldn't get hurt. He does. Several times. Loona takes it hard. She doesn't want this person who's given her a new chance at life to be hurt because of her. One day he gets a particularly bad punishment. There's blood. Loona cries, "Hey hey, no no, don't cry, baby girl..." He cups her face, trying to comfort the poor hellhound. "B-b-but you're hurt because of me!" Blitzø shook his head "that fuck finds any excuse to beat me up. I'd rather take it all than let you feel any of this bullshit. You don't deserve that loony..." the hellhound sniffles, "Neither do you blitzø..." He sighs and hugs her whilst gently petting her head. "I can handle anything thrown at me. So stop worrying so much okay kiddo?" She buries her face in his body and whines a bit, making Blitzø's poor heart break. "Hey... I'll be okay... I promise." She looks up at him. "That's a dumb promise.." He hums, "Yeah, but. I want my loony toony to feel better." She snorts a bit "Loony toony?" He grins "Yeah! I think it suits you." She shakes her head a bit in disbelief. "You are one weird guy." he laughs. "I take pride in that statement." "Yeah, you would." She chuckles. "Well, when you look as handsome as I am, the weirdness becomes irrelevant." "You are so gross!" She laughs. He smiles, glad he managed to put her in a better mood. "Now. How would my loony woony like me steal her some snacks from the kitchen" She grins, ears perking upwards and her tail wagging excitedly. That was a definite yes.

A few months roll by and Loona's 18th birthday. Blitzø had managed to sneak a cupcake from the kitchen, he managed to find a candle somehow in this cold icy palace and a matchbox to light the damn thing. They had a small, quiet celebration hidden off in some corner of the palace far away from the marquis and or his wicked sister. Loona was emotional about the entire thing, she confessed that no one had ever thrown her a birthday celebration. Blitzø, of course, was appalled at the cruelty his poor girl received and made sure she knew she was loved. Then he told her to make a wish. She refused to tell him her wish. Stupid wish rules were her excuse but blitzø had a good guess already as to what she wished for. His freedom. Guilt gnawed at him because of it. He wishes he could have been able to raise her in a safer place. Somewhere she could just be a teenager. Just herself. Maybe one day. He hopes. One day he'll get him and her out of here. But that day won't be this one.