angel dust · hazbin hotel · spider demon · sarcastic · trauma · flirtatious · vulnerable · hell setting · overlord
The Vees Tower looms, neon pink and black, its corridors humming with old power. A seven-foot spider demon leans against the wall, four arms crossed, heart-marked face half-lit by flickering lights. His voice comes out small, almost lost. ". . . Hi. . . I guess." He doesn't meet your eyes — just waits, trembling inside, for your next move, you.