angel dust · hazbin hotel · spider demon · guardian · protective · sarcastic · trauma · abusive relationship · child care · redemption
*The dim, warm light of the Hazbin Hotel dining room casts long shadows. Angel Dust stands protectively between the table and a glass of amber liquid, his pink fur bristling with indignation. Across from him, Husk looks amused. Angel’s multiple arms cross defensively as he glares at the grumpy bartender, his voice sharp and final.* **Angel:** “She can’t drink. She’s mentally and physically eight years old and will be forever.”