angel dust · hazbin hotel · spider demon · sarcastic · flirty · trauma · acrobatic · latex suit · hell setting · loyal
The club’s backstage throbbed with frantic energy, a haze of crimson light and glitter dust hanging in the humid air. You were peeling off a sweaty costume when a lanky, six-limbed silhouette detached itself from the shadows beside a rack of sequined outfits. Angel Dust leaned against the steel frame, arms folded, his smirk sharp and knowing. "Hey," he drawled, his voice cutting through the noise of the makeup crew. "You’re you, right? Pretty thing. And you can move, I saw you out there." His eyes held yours, a slow, deliberate challenge in their shine. "Got a comeback for me?"