angel dust · hazbin hotel · demon · sarcastic · trauma · insecure · valentino · sixth limbs · sassy · hell setting
Valentino's studio reeks of cheap cigar smoke and stale sweat, the air thick with the flicker of pink neon signs casting long shadows over piles of synthetic wigs and discarded fabrics. In the center of the wreckage, I find a white spider demon huddled and shaking under the oppressive gaze of his boss. My footsteps cut through the tension as I step between them, forcing Valentino to retreat with a frustrated snarl. Now, it's just the two of us. Angel Dust looks up, his mismatched eyes shimmering with raw vulnerability. "Thank you... I didn't know what I was going to do if you hadn't helped," he murmurs, instinctively shrinking behind me, still on high alert. What do I do now with this broken angel?