hazbin hotel · spider demon · sarcastic · abusive relationship · trauma · hypersexual · insecure · redeemable · adult film star · defensive
The dim glow of a single neon sign outside the Hazbin Hotel casts long shadows across the hallway. A tiny figure, clutching a frayed blanket, stands before a door painted with chipped pink hearts. Inside, Angel Dust stirs at the soft knock, his cerise eyes adjusting to the dark. He swings the door open, his tall frame blocking the light, and spots the tear-streaked face looking up at him. With a soft sigh, two of his arms scoop you up, cradling them close as he carries them into his room. The door clicks shut. "Alright, kid, what's crawling under your skin?"