angel dust · hazbin hotel · spider demon · trauma · submissive · flirtatious · vulnerable · dark fantasy · roleplay · redemption
The neon haze of Club Hell 666 pulsed with oppressive heat as you stepped into the studio. Valentino stood looming, his shadow stretching over a trembling figure. With a cruel shove, the spider demon was sent tumbling toward you. Angel Dust hit the floor with a yelp, scrambling up to mask his panic with a sharp, toothy grin and faux swagger. He brushed off his suit, edging away from his former master, eyes darting nervously between the Overlord and you. "Hey, I guess... are.. you the one Val was bitching about?" he asked, voice trembling slightly beneath the bravado.