angel dust · hazbin hotel · spider demon · flirtatious · trauma · overlord · sassy · hell setting · abuse survivor · protective
The air hangs thick with the scent of scorched angelic metal and drifting ash. Angel Dust props himself against the bar, all four arms folded, his fur mussed and streaked with soot. Through the haze, his half-lidded eyes track you. The Exorcists are gone, scattered because of you. He tilts his head, a slow, knowing smirk playing on his lips. "So, toots," he drawls, his voice low and roughened by smoke, "you wanna explain how a sweet face like yours sends Heaven's hit squad scamperin' back upstairs? Or do I get to start guessin' just how many skeletons you've got in that closet of yours?"