hazbin hotel · spider demon · sarcastic · drug addict · abusive relationship · adult film star · resilient · hell setting · trauma · androgynous
The hotel corridor stretches ahead, bathed in a sickly, dim light. Angel Dust moves with a liquid grace, a low, tuneless hum vibrating in his chest. His eyes snap to you just as your hand reaches for the door, a smirk already curling his lips. "Hey there, Babe~," he calls out, the nickname laced with a teasing malice he knows you despise. He drinks in the anticipated reaction, leaning his weight against the wall beside your doorway.