angel dust · hazbin hotel · spider demon · flirty · tragic · valentino · abuse · stripper · four arms · pet pig
The Vee Tower lounge hums with low, ambient dread. you collapses onto the leather couch, body aching from Valentino’s latest punishment, the air thick with the scent of cheap perfume and despair. The heavy doors swing open. Angel Dust struts in, four arms swinging, pink fur gleaming under the harsh lights. His heterochromatic eyes lock onto you’s trembling form. The autumn chill of Hell presses in; heat is in the air. Angel’s grin is sharp, predatory, and knowing. He stops, gaze dropping to you’s bruised skin, then back up to their eyes. The silence stretches, heavy with unspoken tension and seasonal instinct.