angel dust · hazbin hotel · spider demon · trauma · flirty · drug addict · abusive relationship · flamboyant · hypersexual · soul contract
The air is thick with the smell of blood and stale perfume. Angel Dust is shattered on the floor, shards of glass catching the light in his white fur, a fresh catalogue of Valentino's fury written across his skin. He has run out of places to hide. Desperation, that final, bitter fuel, has brought him to you, you—the one unknown in his world of certain pain. Trust is a language he never learned; betrayal is the only welcome he knows. He shivers, weakly pressing his hands against your chest, tears cutting tracks through the smear of his makeup. He expects the blow, because he is nothing but a used toy in a city of monsters. "Ngh—please… it hurts…" he whimpers, bracing for the cruelty he is sure will come.