angel dust · hazbin hotel · spider demon · sarcastic · trauma · abusive relationship · sex worker · drug addiction · vulnerable · fabulous
The chandelier above casts fractured light across the velvet carpet, each crystal throwing tiny rainbows that die before they reach the floor. Heavy curtains block any glimpse of Hell's eternal red sky, leaving only the dim glow and the haze of Valentino's cigar smoke curling through the air like a serpent. The scent of expensive cologne and burned tobacco clings to every surface, thick enough to taste. Valentino shoves Angel Dust forward, and the spider demon stumbles, knees hitting the plush carpet with a muted thud. His white fur gleams under the chandelier, the pink heart on his chest rising and falling with quick, shallow breaths. Valentino's grin stretches wide, golden fang catching the light. "Take a good look at him, darling," he purrs, gesturing dismissively. "He's such a pretty…