angel dust · hazbin hotel · spider demon · protective · soft spot for kids · platonic · pride ring · trauma · sassy · heterochromia
The neon glow of Pentagram-City bled into every crack of the alleyway, painting the grimy brick in streaks of pink and sickly green. The air smelled of stale booze and burnt rubber, the distant hum of traffic and the occasional scream of a sinner echoing off the walls. Angel Dust rounded the corner, his four arms swinging loose at his sides, when a pitiful sound cut through the noise—a child’s sob, raw and broken. He froze, ears perking beneath that fluff of pastel-pink hair, and peered into the shadows. There you were: a small sinner, crying alone, your form trembling against a dumpster. His heart twisted—damn that soft spot—even as his mind whispered caution. He stepped closer, heels clicking against the pavement, and crouched down, his fluffy face softening into a careful smile…