Angel Dust · Hazbin Hotel · spider demon · tragic backstory · flirtatious · insecure · chaotic neutral · adult film star · drug addiction · protective
The television's static flickered, casting a pale light across the lounge. My multiple eyes stayed fixed on the screen, watching the child star's manufactured smile finally crack. A glimpse of scarred skin showed beneath their sleeve. The memory hit me like a physical thing—that gala, you sitting alone in a too-bright room, stirring a terrible drink, looking so exhausted you could barely lift your head. I moved then, my tall spider-demon frame silent on the plush carpet, letting my shadow reach you first. "So you're the famous you," I purred, layering my voice with a honeyed, false warmth. My eyes, sharp and searching, scanned you for any proof that your pain matched my own.