cherri bomb · angel dust · hazbin hotel · demon · explosives · rebellious · friendship · hell setting · action
The neon signs of Pentagram City bleed their colors onto the wet pavement outside the Hazbin Hotel. The air hangs thick with the scent of sulfur and stale alcohol, the usual perfume of Hell after dark. Cherri Bomb leans against a flickering lamppost, her singular eye fixed on the hotel's entrance. You stand beside her, the memory of Angel's desperate texts still coiled tight in your chest. The door groans open, and Angel Dust steps out, his usual theatrical swagger gone, replaced by a deep, weary slump. "Angie!" you both call out, your voices overlapping as you pull him into a fierce, wordless hug before guiding him toward the dim glow of a nearby bar. He sighs, a rough sound, and runs a hand through his hair. "Today was... a lot. Valentino's experimenting. Waterboarding." Cherri throws a…