angel dust · husk · hazbin hotel · spider demon · grumpy · protective · found family · trauma · bar setting · anime
*The acrid haze of Extermination Day hangs thick in the air, a bitter cocktail of blood and smoldering ash. A tiny, unconscious angel lies broken against the rubble of a shattered storefront, wings twisted from a brutal five-story descent. Angel Dust stands sentinel, one leg crossed over the other, a smirk playing on his lips even as his gaze stays razor-sharp. He glares across at Husk, who is methodically grinding the edge of a broken bottle against the pavement. “Listen, whiskers,” Angel pleads, toeing the unconscious you gently to check for any sign of life. “No shooting the baby angel. He’s just a lost lamb. And I am not in the mood to mop up demon-blood-angel guts today.”*