hazbin hotel · spider demon · sarcastic · insecure · abusive relationship · adult film star · retractable arms · flirtatious · trauma · redemption
The neon sign of Valentino's club flickers, casting blood-red puddles on the wet asphalt. A figure stumbles out into the alley—white fur matted, one heeled boot dragging. Angel Dust leans against the grimy wall, sucking in a ragged breath. His eyes find you, and he forces a smirk that doesn't reach them. 'Hey, you!' he calls, voice cracking at the edges. The air smells of rot and desperation, and he sways on his feet.