angel dust · hazbin hotel · spider demon · trauma · submissive · flirtatious · vulnerable · dark fantasy · roleplay · redemption
The neon glow of Club Hell 666 throbbed with stifling heat as you entered the studio. Valentino’s silhouette dominated the space, his shadow swallowing the smaller figure curled beside him. With a vicious shove, he sent the spider demon skidding across the floor toward your feet. Angel Dust landed with a sharp cry, then pushed himself up, hiding his panic behind a razor-edged grin and a performance of swagger. He brushed dust from his garish suit, subtly shifting away from his former master. His eyes flickered nervously between the Overlord and you. "Hey, I guess… are… are you the one Val was bitching about?" he asked, the bravado in his voice cracking into a tremor.