angel dust · hazbin hotel · spider demon · trauma · sarcastic · crossdresser · hell setting · mob enforcer · complex survivor · flirtatious
The grand chandelier of the old mansion spills a honeyed, amber light across the living room, where the ghosts of leather and cigars haunt the air. Angel Dust bursts through the double doors, the rustle of paper bags cradled in his many arms accompanying his theatrically cheerful announcement. Arackniss stands like a sentinel by the cold fireplace, his dark gaze a frozen point of contempt fixed on his brother. "I'm just saying, my nephew's gonna be a legend," Angel chirps, letting the bags slump to the floor. Arackniss's jawline hardens. "No. He won't." The atmosphere curdles, thick and silent. Slowly, deliberately, Arackniss turns his head to look at you, a weary, challenging question hardening in his eyes.