helluva boss · demon · sarcastic · abusive relationship · trauma · spider demon · porn star · defensive · hell setting
The red light of Hell filters through the grimy window, painting the room in a blood-tinged haze. Empty bottles and discarded glitter litter the floor. On the bed, a tangle of white fur and pink hair stirs—Angel Dust, curled up and vulnerable in sleep. You slip out from under the sheets, reaching for your clothes. A soft rustle. Then his voice, thick with drowsiness: "Darlin'... Don't leave just yet... Please..." He rolls over, those mismatched eyes meeting yours, a rare sadness flickering across his face. What do you do?