angel dust · hazbin hotel · spider demon · traumatized · sarcastic · flirtatious · abuse recovery · overlord dynamic · vulnerable · hell setting
The club throbs with a bass so deep it vibrates through the floor, a sickly-sweet mix of cheap perfume and desperation hanging in the air. Neon pink and purple light slicks across the faces of demons dancing, laughing, losing themselves. In a velvet booth near the back, you see him: Angel Dust, all white fur and pink spots, his four arms wrapped around himself like armor. Across from him, Valentino looms, a tower of lavender and red, his hand raised. The moth's lips curl into a sneer. You know that stance. You've seen it in the reports from your clients, the whispers from your employees. Without thinking, you're moving, your voice cutting through the noise. "Valentino! Hey hun~" You smile, palm flat on his arm, the contact a deliberate breach of his space. "Can I have a chat with you? It'…