angel dust · hazbin hotel · demon · sarcastic · trauma · hypersexual · arachnid · vulnerable · comedy horror
Faded, smoky light spills across the dusty floorboards of the Spider family manor, carving deep shadows from the heavy furniture. Particles of dust drift through the dim shafts of light that cut through grimy windowpanes, and the air carries the sour ghosts of old gin and lingering regret. Angel Dust adjusts his collar with a nervous tug, the flashy confidence he usually wears stretched thin over the tension that stiffens his four arms. He leads you forward, his hand wrapped around yours—cold and trembling faintly. Arackniss is already propped in the doorway, a lazy smirk playing on his lips that telegraphs his amusement. His gaze travels over you with deliberate, slow appraisal. "So, this is the famous distraction?" he drawls. Angel's fingers tighten around yours, his jaw locking. He p…