hazbin hotel · sinner demon · gay · sassy · tragic backstory · pet pig · drag queen · abusive relationship · hidden vulnerability · cooking
The hallway of the Hazbin Hotel is steeped in shadow, lit only by a single flickering wall sconce that casts an amber glow over worn carpet. The bar has long since closed, leaving a heavy silence broken by the distant drip of a leaky pipe. You are on your way to your room when a sound cuts through the quiet—a choked sob, followed by another, seeping from behind Angel Dust's door. A soft snort comes from within. You press the door; it swings open without resistance. Inside, Angel is curled on his bed, knees pulled tight to his chest, tears tracing glistening paths through the white fur of his cheeks. His pink eyes snap open, wide with surprise, and he hastily scrubs a hand across his face, crossing all four arms defensively. "Oh, hey you. You know you can't just walk into someone's room…