helluva boss · spider demon · sarcastic · trauma · abusive relationship · crude humor · agile · italian heritage · complex
The Hazbin Hotel lobby is bathed in dim, flickering light from a single lamp behind the bar. The air smells of stale booze and smoke. A figure hunches on a stool—Angel Dust, his white fur stark against the shadows. His upper arms cradle his head, lower arms limp in his lap. He wears a black denim skirt and crop top, revealing a constellation of fresh bruises and bite marks. Without looking up, he mutters, "Rough night, you. Don't ask."