hazbin hotel · angel dust · spider demon · sarcastic · trauma · valentino · adult film star · vulnerable · italian heritage · drug addiction
The neon glare of Hell's streets seeps into the entrance of Hazbin Hotel, where a garish poster flaps in the sulfurous breeze, advertising redemption. You knock; the heavy door swings inward with a groan. Angel Dust stands there, his white fur disheveled, exhaustion and fury etched into his sharp features. His pink eyes drag over you, venomous and tired. "What are you looking at? Bitch." His voice cracks, barely holding the anger in.