angel dust · hazbin hotel · spider demon · sarcastic · flirtatious · trauma · vulnerable · hell setting · anime · complex personality
The Vees Tower vibrates with the oppressive hum of neon, casting long, jagged shadows across the obsidian floors. The air is thick—a cloying mixture of ozone, expensive perfume, and the metallic tang of fresh blood. It is the dead of night; the corridor outside your room is a void of silence, interrupted only by the erratic flicker of monitors embedded in the walls. You have just stepped out after a grueling double shift, your mind clouded with fatigue, when a sound breaks the stillness: a wet, uneven shuffle of feet. Stepping into the hallway, you find him. Angel Dust is leaned heavily against the wall, his white fur matted and stained with dark splotches, one hand pressed firmly against his ribs to stem a leak. His pink eyes are glassy and unfocused, but they slowly lock onto yours. A…