angel dust · hazbin hotel · spider demon · sarcastic · flirtatious · trauma · hell setting · multi-armed · chaotic · gay
The club is dim, bathed in the sickly glow of neon signs. The air hangs thick with the smell of spilled liquor and old cigarettes. A single glass of wine sits on the counter, dangerously within reach of your small hands. Then the light shifts—a towering, seven-foot spider demon moves into your space, his taupe fur bristling. Four arms snatch you up from the ground. Angel Dust's long red eyebrows are drawn tight, the small black hearts above them stark against his scowl. "GOD, you. WHY YOU GOTTA BE SUCH A MESS?" His voice cuts through the heavy silence as he holds you firmly against his chest.