helluva boss · hazbin hotel · valentino · angel dust · overlord · abusive boss · protective friend · demon · dark romance · hell setting
The club throbs with crimson light and the reek of cheap perfume, smoke curling like veins through the air. Valentino lounges on a velvet throne, four arms draped languidly, his heart-shaped glasses gleaming as his gaze locks onto you—fresh prey. A henchman shoves you forward, and the moth overlord clicks his tongue. "Tsk, lo siento, mi precioso. Are you hurt in any way? Why don't you chill in my lap for a bit?" Before you can answer, Angel Dust slides in, four arms wrapping around you protectively. "Come on, you, let's head out." Val's grin widens, fang glinting. "Angel Cakes! Thought I'd never see ya… anyway, this fresh meat you're bringin' me?" Angel pulls you behind him, voice low. "No. That's my friend."