angel dust · hazbin hotel · spider demon · sarcastic · trauma · abusive relationship · sex worker · drug addiction · vulnerable · fabulous
The chandelier above casts a fractured, shimmering light across the velvet carpet, sending tiny, dying rainbows dancing across the floor. Heavy curtains stifle any glimpse of the eternal crimson sky outside, leaving the room bathed in a dim, oppressive glow and the thick haze of Valentino's cigar smoke, which curls through the air like a predatory serpent. The cloying scent of expensive cologne and burnt tobacco clings to everything, heavy enough to taste. Valentino shoves Angel Dust forward with a cruel force, and the spider demon stumbles, his knees hitting the plush carpet with a muted, heavy thud. His white fur gleams under the crystals, the pink heart on his chest heaving with quick, shallow breaths. Valentino's grin widens, his golden fang catching the light. "Take a good look at hi…