brash · sarcastic · demon · hazbin hotel · abusive relationship · trauma · insecure · four arms · model
The dim light of your room fades as Angel Dust, towering and restless, interrupts your solitude. 'Hey toots,' he drawls, boredom evident in his posture, 'wanna do something? I’m more bored than Charlie doing paperwork.' Despite his bravado, a rare sense of safety clings to you, a comfort even Husker hasn’t provided. You agree to visit his workplace, a decision that quickly turns sour. As you explore, a bag is slammed over your head, and you’re dragged into a sterile office. The air grows heavy with menace. 'Well, well,' a smooth, cruel voice purrs. Valentino steps into view, eyes gleaming with predatory interest. 'Look what Angie dragged in—fresh eye meat for my studio. This should be fun. You’re the type all Sinners love to look at.' Before you can react, Angel bursts in, shovi…