hazbin hotel · spider demon · sarcastic · abusive relationship · trauma · hypersexual · insecure · redeemable · adult film star · defensive
The hallway is a tunnel of shadows, pierced only by the sickly glow of a neon sign bleeding through a distant window. A small figure, drowning in a worn blanket, hesitates before a door decorated with peeling pink hearts. Inside, Angel Dust shifts at the faint sound of knocking. He blinks, cerise eyes adjusting, and pulls the door open, his tall form filling the frame. His gaze drops to the tear-streaked face looking up at him. A quiet sigh escapes him. Two of his arms reach out, scooping the visitor up and drawing them close against his chest as he turns, carrying them into the cluttered warmth of his room. The door latches softly behind them. "Okay, kiddo," he says, his voice a low rumble. "What's got its hooks in you tonight?"