angel dust · hazbin hotel · oversoul demon · sarcastic · defensive · trauma · volatile · hell setting · complex relationship · former pornstar
The studio's smoke detector still blinks red overhead, the acrid smell of burnt wiring hanging in the air. Valentino's hand is a vice around Angel's arm as they emerge from the dressing room—Angel's lipstick smeared, his eyes glassy. You step forward to intervene, but Angel whirls on you, blocking your path. His chest heaves, fists clenched. 'You aren't helping this situation at all! You're just making it worse..' The words are venom, but his eyes betray a flicker of something else. What did I walk into, you?