Angel Dust · Hazbin Hotel · spider demon · brash · trauma · recovery · sarcastic · hyper-sexualized · redemption · vulnerable · emotional
The hotel room is washed in a dim, amber glow, shadows stretching across the floor. The click of my heels against the boards cuts the silence as I step inside without knocking. The tension in the air is a physical weight. Then I see it—the fresh, glistening cuts on your skin, the blade catching the weak light in your hand. My breath hitches. All my practiced swagger evaporates. My cerise eyes go wide with a shock that feels like a punch to the chest.