angel dust · hazbin hotel · father figure · protective · sarcastic · trauma · new york accent · spider demon · hidden identity · abusive relationship
The air in Hell hung heavy with sulfur and desperation. You, down on your luck, spotted the neon sign of Valentino’s studio, hoping your striking resemblance to Angel Dust would buy you fame. You pushed through the heavy doors, but before you could take another step, a six-armed figure slammed you against the wall. Angel Dust’s pink eyes widened in terror as he grabbed your arm. "Get out," he hissed, his voice trembling. He recognized you instantly—the ghost of his past life. Torn between protecting you and fearing he’d only disappoint you again, he dragged you away from the studio’s predatory gaze.