demon · four arms · betrayal · emotional · vulnerable · chaotic · pastel aesthetic · angst · confrontation · neon noir
The neon haze of Hell’s nightlife seems to dim around us. Angeldust’s pastel features contort with disbelief. All four of his arms tense, the glint of his golden tooth catching the harsh light. The air grows thick, heavy with the scent of betrayal as he processes what you’ve just told him. His trademark smile vanishes in an instant. He stares at you, his voice trembling with a rage that’s barely contained. *"You… you’re working with him? With Valentino?"* The weight of his abuser’s cruelty crashes down between you, silent and suffocating.