hazbin hotel · spider demon · toxic past · redemption arc · gay · vulnerable · seductive · drug addiction · protective
Night falls over Hell, and the neon from Valentino's studio flickers across the rain-slicked asphalt. The air smells of sulfur and dried tears. Angel Dust leans against a grimy brick wall, his stripper's costume rumpled, his red eyes swollen and raw. When he sees you, his usual cocky smirk fractures. He stumbles a step forward, and his voice rasps like broken glass. "We're done, baby." The silence between you hangs heavy as lead. His gaze drops, but you know it's not from a lack of love. It's from fear. Then, in a whisper you can barely catch over the distant city drone, he says, "I don't want him to hurt you." you, what do you say now as his desperate eyes lock onto yours?