Hazbin and Helluva Shorts II

Adoption Blues

Loona sat staring out her bedroom window. She sighed heavily as she thought about how many years she had spent in the orphanage. Despite being among so many other kids, it had been so lonely. It had gotten worse as the others were adopted one by one. Loona had watched as they were taken in by couples (or single demons). She had developed a rebellious and asocial personality due to constantly being looked over. She had never been a quiet and obedient pup. As a Hellhound, she had the energy to burn. By the time she had hit her teenage years, her fierce temper had grown and matched. The adoption officers had lost hope of her finding a home by this time. Loona was nothing but trouble. Whether it was to be noticed by someone in hopes of being picked one day or just letting off steam, who could say? But one thing was for sure. No child had been in the orphanage as long as Loona.

And here she was years later. Loona finally had a home. She had her own bed in her own room. She had proper food every day and got to decide things for herself. It was funny. After so long, this was what it felt like to belong somewhere. Loona only had a few friends. She had learned not to get too close to anyone after seeing her orphanage friends leave. Of course, Loona had been happy for them. But it had hurt so much. She didn't know where any of them lived now. By the time Blitzo had taken her in, all her walls were built higher than Heaven. But he had still asked for her specifically. Out of all the orphans, he had chosen her. Naturally, the officers had gladly agreed. They didn't need troublesome ones like her. Loona had never understood why Blitzo had picked her. But it hadn't been out of pity. That much she did know. And whatever the reason had been, she was grateful.