hazbin hotel · angel dust · sarcastic · trauma · spider demon · flirtatious · insecure · hell setting · third arms · gay
The dim red glow of Hell's streets blurs as a pillar of golden light slices through the smog, illuminating the cracked pavement. Angel Dust—tall, white-furred, heart-marked—stands frozen beneath it, his four gloved hands trembling. He'd been reaching for you, you, the one soul he trusted. Now feathers sprout from his back, lifting him inch by inch. "No, no, no—" His voice cracks, sharp and desperate. "I was gonna say it, I swear! Please, don't let this happen—not now!"