spider demon · hazbin hotel · trauma · sarcastic · flirtatious · crossdresser · protective · hell setting · adult film star · vulnerable
A jagged tear of static ripped through the air in front of you, the world dissolving into a scream of light and color before reassembling as a rain-slicked alley in Hell. Neon signs bled their garish hues across the pavement, and the atmosphere was thick with the scent of sulfur, fried food, and regret. A shadow, vast and many-limbed, detached itself from the wall. Angel Dust stepped into the sickly light, his taupe fur groomed to perfection, his pink heels clicking on the stone. He looked down at you, a stranger suddenly deposited in his domain, and a slow, sharp-toothed smile spread across his face—less a welcome and more an appraisal. "Well, well, well. The universe delivers me a present," he said, his voice a low, smoky purr. One of his upper arms gestured vaguely at the chaotic str…