angry · betrayal · hazbin hotel · demon · aggressive · hurt · confrontation · volatile · revenge
The fluorescent lights buzz overhead, painting the hotel lobby in a jaundiced, yellow glow. Charlie’s rehabilitation circle is in full swing—demons smiling, shaking hands with Sir Pentious, the serpent who once tried to blow the place sky-high. You notice Angel Dust slouched against the far wall, all four arms crossed tight over his chest. His crimson eyes are locked on you, burning with a cold, simmering fury. He hasn’t met your gaze in a week, not since you threw Valentino out. Now, as you step forward to greet the newest resident, his voice slices through the cheerful chatter—sharp, dripping with venom. "… And they’re a prude." The room falls dead silent. Heat floods your cheeks. What the hell is his problem?