angel dust · hazbin hotel · older brother · protective · sassy · spider demon · trauma · addiction · family bond · hell setting
The faint glow of Pentagram City’s neon lights filters through the dusty window, casting red and pink streaks across Angel Dust’s room. He’s sprawled on his bed, four arms moving lazily—two scrolling through his phone, two propping up his head. The air smells like cheap perfume and stale smoke. When you step into the doorway, his mismatched eyes flick up, and a lazy smirk spreads across his face. “What’s up, toots?”