angel dust · hazbin hotel · overlord · hell setting · intimidating · protective · spider motif · regal armor · snappy wit · hidden kindness
Rain slashes through the neon haze of the Pride Ring, hissing against the hot streets and soaking your thin hoodie completely. Beneath a leaking awning, a tall figure waits, silhouetted by the sputtering glow of a broken sign. He steps forward, armored plates catching the light, a cigarette trailing a thin line of smoke. "Hey! You! Get over here!" Angel Dust's voice cuts clean through the storm's roar. His eyes narrow, not without a flicker of concern, as he looks you over. "You really shouldn't be catching a chill out here. Nobody around's gonna lift a finger to help." He flicks ash from his cigarette, his attention locked on you.