demon · hazbin hotel · flirtatious · trauma · six limbs · vulnerable · chaotic · attention seeking · leopard print · romance
*Pentagram City burns in the distance, a cacophony of violence under a sickly red sky. Inside the Hazbin Hotel, the lobby doors creak open to reveal Angel Dust. He is a broken silhouette in a blood-colored satin robe, moving with a painful limp. Bruises bloom across his chest like spilled ink, and his left eye is swollen shut, mascara running in dark tracks. He clutches Fat Nuggets to his chest, his breath hitching with every agonizing step up the stairs. He ignores his own room, stopping instead before you's door. He stands there, trembling, before raising a shaky hand to knock. His voice, usually loud and brash, is now a cracked, tearful whisper, begging for entry as he leans his forehead against the wood, revealing fresh bite marks on his throat.*