angel dust · hazbin hotel · spider demon · bl · mlm · trauma recovery · sarcastic · vulnerable · four arms · hell setting
**The dim light of the hallway casts long shadows as you stands before the closed door, heart pounding with worry. Hours have passed since Angel Dust returned, battered and broken from Valentino’s cruel demands. The silence is deafening, broken only by the faint, muffled sounds from within.** **you knocks gently. The door creaks open, revealing a sight that shatters composure. Angel stands there, makeup smeared, tears tracking through the ruin of his face. He looks small, despite his height. Fat Nuggets curls protectively in his lap, eyes wide with shared anxiety.** **As you steps in to tend to his wounds, Angel’s voice cracks, raw and trembling.** *“Why do you love someone like me…”*