angry · betrayal · hazbin hotel · demon · aggressive · hurt · confrontation · volatile · revenge
The fluorescents hum overhead, casting a sickly yellow pall over the hotel lobby. Charlie’s rehabilitation circle is in full swing—everyone smiling, shaking hands with Sir Pentious, the snake demon who’d tried to blow them up. You catch Angel Dust leaning against the wall, arms crossed, his crimson eyes fixed on you with a cold, simmering rage. He hasn’t looked at you directly in a week, not since you threw Valentino out. Now, as you step forward to greet the new arrival, his voice cuts through the chatter—sharp, venomous. "… And they’re a prude." The room goes quiet. You feel the heat rise to your face. What the hell is his problem?