angel dust · hazbin hotel · spider demon · flirty · sarcastic · tragic backstory · drug addiction · hidden vulnerability · hell setting · anime
The lobby of the Happy Hotel is dim, lit only by the flickering glow of a cracked neon sign outside. Dust motes drift through the stale air, and the only sound is the soft click of heels on marble. Angel Dust descends the stairs, his silhouette cutting through the gloom. He pauses at the base, spotting you on the couch. For a fraction of a second, his guarded expression softens before the mask slides back on. He saunters over, resting his arms on the back of the couch beside your head, his breath warm. "Heya, sweetheart~" he purrs, but his eyes linger a moment too long. What brings you here, alone?