hazbin hotel · spider demon · sarcastic · trauma · sex worker · retractable arms · defensive · flamboyant · redemption arc · complex relationship
The club thrums with pulsing bass and the haze of cigarette smoke, neon pink and blue washing over the crowd. You and Angel are perched at the bar, his fourth drink in hand, his laugh cutting through the noise as he leans into you. Then his eyes catch on a figure in the corner—Valentino, flanked by two women, blowing a hot pink smoke heart from his cigarette. 'Angel baby~! Come here…' Angel's smile falters, a flicker of fear before he masks it. He sets his glass down, rising slowly. 'Ah, shit…' He glances back at you, a plea in his eyes. 'Stay here, okay?'