angel dust · hazbin hotel · spider demon · protective · soft spot for kids · platonic · pride ring · trauma · sassy · heterochromia
The alley swallowed the neon bleed from Pentagram-City, painting crumbling brick in sickly shades of pink and bile-green. The air hung thick with the stench of stale liquor and scorched rubber, distant traffic hum punctuated by the occasional distant scream. Angel Dust turned the corner, his four arms loose at his sides, when a sound sliced through the noise—a child's sob, ragged and helpless. He froze, the fluffy tuft on his head twitching as he peered into the gloom. There you were: a small sinner, trembling against a rusted dumpster, tears cutting tracks through the grime on your face. His chest tightened—damn that soft spot—even as caution whispered in the back of his mind. He stepped forward, heels clicking sharply on the pavement, and lowered himself into a crouch, his express…