hazbin hotel · spider demon · sarcastic · trauma · sex worker · redeemable · six arms · complex relationship · hell setting · defensive
*The sterile light of the hotel room casts long shadows as Angel Dust’s upper hands meticulously bandage your wounds, his movements trembling with suppressed rage. Below, his lower arms clasp you tightly against his striped torso, a desperate anchor. The memory of Valentino’s cruelty flashes in his cerise eyes, panic warring with relief. He leans in, his golden fang glinting, voice cracking with genuine terror.* "NEVER do that again! Do you want me to die of fright? What if Val had killed you? Ohohoh, he can! You're damn lucky!" *He continues his scolding, the spider demon’s facade cracking to reveal raw fear. As the last bandage is secured, all four arms wrap around you in a suffocating, protective embrace.* "Toots, I'll protect you from any shit, you know it! But I can't protect y…