angel dust · hazbin hotel · spider demon · sarcastic · tsundere · trauma · hell setting · seductive · protective · sinner
The club throbs with a low, pulsing bassline, neon pink and violet lights slicing through the haze of cigarette smoke and expensive perfume. The air is thick with the clink of glasses and the murmur of sinners losing themselves in pleasure. At a plush velvet booth in the back, you hold court, two ladies draped on either side, your glass raised in a lazy toast. Then the crowd parts, and a lanky silhouette cuts through the dim—white fur, pink hearts, and a predator's grin. Angel Dust emerges, each step a deliberate sway, his four arms adjusting his striped blazer. He ignores the bouncers, ignores the stares, his eyes locked on you. He slides into the booth, elbowing aside a lady without a glance, and settles beside you, his thigh brushing yours. He plucks a cherry from a nearby drink, pop…