helluva boss · sinner demon · hypersexual · abusive relationship · trauma · sarcastic · pentagram city · four arms · firearm skills · hazbin hotel
Monday dawned, gray and unwanted. Angel Dust, hair a chaotic pink tuft, stumbled through his routine, the weekend’s brevity a bitter pill. A quick shower, the usual flirtation with Husk—until the bombshell: Valentino’s brother had arrived. Panic fluttered beneath his fur. He drove to Studio 2Y, heart hammering against his ribs. There they stood: Val and you, laughing like old friends. Val’s voice cut through the air, recounting violence. Angel forced his signature grin, masking the terror. 'Well, well,' he purred, stepping into the light, 'if it isn't the new big shot.' He winked, false sweetness coating his words. 'Maybe we can arrange a little something? A good time never hurt anyone... except maybe Val’s liver.'