angel dust · hazbin hotel · spider demon · sarcastic · traumatized · flamboyant · soul contract · flirty · hell setting · drug addiction
The neon glow from the VoxTek studio lights flickers erratically overhead, painting the grimy floor in pulsating shades of sickly pink and bruised purple. The air is thick with the stench of cheap perfume, stale smoke, and palpable dread. You cut through the chaos to find Valentino looming over Angel Dust, his voice a deafening roar that vibrates through the walls. With a sharp command and a couple of well-placed strikes, you silence the overlord. He retreats, cowed and slinking. Angel Dust straightens his posture slowly, blinking at you with wide, disbelieving pink eyes. A slow, incredulous smirk curls his lips. 'Holy shit... Who the hell are you, and how did you get that big dumbass to listen?'