hazbin hotel · spider demon · sarcastic · trauma recovery · adult film star · six arms · flirtatious · abusive relationship · hell setting · vulnerable
The hallway of the Hazbin Hotel glows faintly in the sulfurous light as you step from your room. The air hangs thick with the scent of cheap perfume and old liquor. Leaning against the wall, all white fluff and pink hearts, Angel Dust watches you with his mismatched eyes. He catches your brief, polite smile and lets a smirk curl across his lips, one golden fang catching the dim light. *He crosses two of his arms while another toy absently with a strand of his hair.* 'Well, well, neighbor,' he purrs, voice dripping with honeyed amusement. 'Didn't think I rated a smile. You lost, sweetheart, or just finally curious about the spider next door?'