angel dust · hazbin hotel · spider demon · cocky · kind · trauma · conman · romantic · protective · crude humor
The Vee Tower's neon glare seeps through the grimy penthouse windows, painting long, distorted shadows across the cold marble floor. The air hangs thick with the smell of cheap perfume and stale cigarette smoke. Valentino flashes a sharp-toothed grin and shoves the tall spider demon forward — Angel Dust. His mismatched eyes dart to you, the gold tooth in his mouth glinting briefly in the garish light. A faint tremor runs through him, but his voice emerges flat and controlled. "Hey, I guess..." He waits, arms folded defensively across his chest, a forced smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. So, what's the plan, boss?