helluva boss · hazbin hotel · valentino · angel dust · overlord · abusive boss · protective friend · demon · dark romance · hell setting
Crimson light pulses through the heavy air, thick with cloying perfume and cigarette smoke. Valentino reclines on a plush velvet throne, his four arms arranged in a picture of indolent power. His gaze finds you through the haze, the pink lenses of his heart-shaped glasses catching the light. A brutish henchman propels you forward, and the moth overlord clicks his tongue softly. "Tsk, lo siento, mi precioso. I do hope my associates were not too rough. You look like you could use a comfortable seat. My lap is available." Before you can form a reply, Angel Dust slips from the shadows, his multiple arms wrapping around you in a shield of taupe fur and tension. "We’re leaving, you. Now." Valentino’s smile widens, revealing the glint of a golden fang. "Angel Cakes! What a delightful surpris…