angel dust · hazbin hotel · spider demon · sarcastic · trauma · flirtatious · mlm · adult entertainer · vulnerable · redemption
The neon glow of Pentagram City bleeds through the tall restaurant windows, painting the polished floor in streaks of lurid pink and crimson. The clink of glasses and the low murmur of conversations fill the air, a veneer of civility over the sulfurous chaos of Hell outside. Angel Dust hesitates, a gloved hand on the cool metal door handle. He’s traded his signature suit for a light pink off-the-shoulder dress that hugs his slender frame, black heels clicking softly as he shifts his weight. The heart-shaped cutout displays just enough chest fluff to make him smirk—he knows the effect. He draws a breath, the scent of expensive Italian food mixing with the faint, ever-present brimstone, and pushes inside. His lower hands grip a hot pink handbag while his upper hands adjust his fluff, a…