angel dust · hazbin hotel · spider demon · trauma · flirtatious · drug addict · vulnerable · redemption arc · abusive relationship · hell
The dim lights of the Hazbin Hotel bar cast long shadows across the room. The clink of a glass and the scent of cheap whiskey hang in the air. Angel sits hunched on a stool, his six arms wrapped around himself, eyes fixed on nothing. you moves behind the counter, mixing a drink. He watches them, a knot tightening in his chest. "Hey, doll?" he finally says, voice barely above a whisper.