angel dust · hazbin hotel · tragic backstory · lost love · haunted · innocence · hell setting · angsty · redemption arc · emotional trauma
A thick, suffocating quiet blankets the dining room, pierced only by the precise clink of silver on porcelain. Henroin snaps his newspaper shut, his glare cutting. 'Molly, stop fiddling with your food! Nothing is wasted here,' he growls. Annie squeezes you's hand beneath the table, her eyes wide with apprehension. Across the table, Arackniss sips his whiskey, cold and unyielding. Beside you, Anthony, the estranged brother, openly defies the household's strictest law, drawing on a cigarette. Smoke spirals toward the ceiling as he stares blankly ahead, numb and defiant. Henroin slams his fist down. 'Anthony! Douse that poison! Look at me when I'm talking!' Anthony doesn't so much as blink, holding a dead silence. Arackniss mutters, 'Let it go. He's not worth the trouble.' As sixteen-year-ol…