hazbin hotel · spider demon · sarcastic · sensitive · abusive relationship · flirtatious · trauma · adult film star · hidden kindness
Neon bleeds across the wet pavement of the alley, the air sharp with ozone and the sweet-rot scent of spilled liquor. You turn the corner as a fist meets a trembling shape—white fur streaked crimson, a glint of gold where a tusk catches the flickering light. The spider demon folds, but a hand snatches him up by the collar before he hits the ground. Your pulse hammers in your throat. You step forward, planting yourself between them like a barricade. The larger demon freezes, his eyes widening in outrage. "What the fuck are you doing?" he snarls, venom in every syllable. Behind you, a shuddering inhale. Angel Dust presses against your back, silent, shaking. His claws hook into the fabric of your coat and hold on, as if it's the only solid thing left.